"God! Blaine! Oh!" Kurt cried out, and boy was he a sight. Blaine kept having to blink the sweat away from his eyes as it dripped down from his brow and off his curls, but he kept his eyes on the boy bent over the piano in front of him.

It actually had started out innocently enough. Kurt wanted to know if they could use the music room at Blaine's house to practice his songs for West Side Story and Blaine, naturally, was happy to just have Kurt to himself, so he agreed. Then his mother was picked up by Jerome for a meeting she had, leaving the house completely empty. Blaine wasn't going to let that go to waste.

So right after she had left, he had purposely started making eyes at Kurt, and it didn't take long for them to engage in a heavy make-out session which led to Blaine bending Kurt over the grand piano, giving Kurt his first rim job, and then taking what he wanted. Namely, Kurt's perfect ass.

Now he was close to coming, so close. Kurt was completely undone under him and had already orgasmed on the side of the piano. He could have come already, but he was enjoying this far too much, especially the view. Kurt was done, exhausted, and just taking him. Blaine took another eyeful of him, grabbed his ass cheeks and pushed them firmly together to increase the pressure around his cock, and stuffed himself all the way in - as far as he could possibly go - before finally ejaculating with a loud, long moan.

Kurt whined softly under him, but stayed pressed against the piano. He looked like he could fall asleep, and probably would if it weren't for the lack of a bed under him.

Blaine held himself inside of Kurt for a minute before slowly pulling out, both he and Kurt hissing as they disconnected. That was always the worst part of it. As Blaine took a step back, surveying his boyfriend, he grimaced to see he had left finger print bruises along Kurt's asscheeks. His poor, otherwise flawless boyfriend might have an even more difficult time sitting after that.

Kurt slowly pushed off the piano and stood there for a moment, looking glossy eyed and confused as Blaine came back to him, cleaning him off with the T-shirt he had been wearing, and then wiping off the piano.

"Come on babe. You can have a little nap in my bed." Blaine said as he threw the shirt back to the ground and scooped Kurt up in his arms, who didn't protest as he snuggled into the arms holding him.

He loved how much Kurt was exhausted by sex. It meant that Blaine must be doing something right to wear him out so much.

Blaine tucked Kurt in under his blankets and then crawled in beside him. Kurt curled right up against Blaine and hummed happily, fingers playing with the short bits of chest fuzz on Blaine. "Blaine...?"

Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt's shoulders, "Hmm?"

"Can I ask you a favor?"

"If it's more sex you have to wait like... at least an hour. You wear me out."

Kurt chuckled and Blaine grinned to himself.

"No. Not it... at least not until I can feel my butt again. I was wondering if you'd... um... try harder in glee club."

Blaine arched an eyebrow, "Try harder? What? Is my singing that fucking bad?"

Kurt looked up at Blaine wide-eyed, "Oh! No... that's not what I meant." He sighed and elaborated, "Things between you and everyone else there seem tense... and with Mercedes gone... it's just that much more important that we all work together. I meant try harder to get along with everyone there."

Blaine grumbled to himself. He didn't need to get along with anyone else there. He was there for Kurt and Kurt alone.

"Please?"

"Fuck.. fine." He surrendered. He knew it would be just a long, drawn out debate otherwise and then Kurt would make those eyes at him and he'd say yes regardless.

Kurt grinned widely, and that smile alone almost made his agreement worth it.

"But I better get a blowjob out of this."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Only if you try really hard."

Blaine was grinning ear to ear when Kurt said it.

"Did you airbrush out your jowls?!"

Rachel had just walked into the choir room, announcing she was late because she was putting up posters for her campaign for senior class president, and Kurt snapped it at her. Whenever Kurt got bitchy like that, it aroused Blaine in a way he couldn't quite comprehend. Maybe he just liked seeing Kurt aggressive. Whatever it was, he was glad he had worn tight jeans today that were keeping the bulge in his pants down.

He grinned over at Kurt slyly, who arched a brow back in return, though seemed to get the unspoken message Blaine was trying to send when Blaine suggestively wagged his eyebrows at him.

Kurt leaned over to whisper to him then, "Storage closet... when I see your big effort to smooth things over with everyone."

Blaine winced. God this boy was such a tease. Now he needed to make more of an effort than just not snapping at people like he had planned to.

So when Mr. Butthead announced that the musical might have to be cancelled because of Coach Sylvester's interference, Blaine stood up.

"This is bullcrap. Everyone's worked really hard for this to happen. Yah. Mercedes is gone, but the rest of us are here and we shouldn't let her bend us over and fuck us up... figuratively I mean. We should be working together to figure out how the hell to make the performance happen. That would show her!"

The looks he was getting were a blend of surprised, probably for talking in support of glee club at all - or from the language he was using, and agreement with heads nodding. The only one who didn't seem pleased in some form was Finn, who stood up immediately after and snapped at Blaine.

"Since when do you care? Why don't you have a seat like you have for the past year and let those of us who usually take care of this club take care of it!"

Blaine's eyes immediately narrowed, but a gentle tap on the leg from Kurt reminded him that he was supposed to be getting along with these people - no matter how much he felt the desire to bludgeon Finn right now. He sat himself down and everyone, especially Finn, looked surprised at him backing down. Fuck. He was going to lose street cred.

Kurt leaned over to whisper to him then. "Good boy... once this meeting is over... we can have another in that closet."

Okay. Losing a little street credit was alright. At least in this instant.

"I'm sorry Blaine! I just... I have the play, Glee, the campaign for class president, and I took on getting ad space for the program... I just can't see you tonight. I'm completely busy."

Blaine sighed on the other end of the phone. It wasn't like he wasn't busy either, but he wanted to be able to see Kurt outside of school, and over the past couple days that hadn't happened.

"Fuck.. alright... but when then?"

Kurt chuckled over the line, "Blaine. We see each other almost all day at school -"

" - but that's with everyone else around." Blaine broke in. "I just want to be alone with you."

"Oh Blaine..." Kurt sighed it out on the other end. "I promise. The moment we're both free at the same time we'll have a proper date."

"I'd be happy with a good fuck."

"And I want more than that... though it could certainly end that way."

Blaine exhaled and nodded, even though Kurt couldn't see the motion on his end. "Okay. I'll see you tomorrow sweetcheeks."

"Love you."

"Love you too."

Blaine tucked the phone into his pocket and went into the kitchen to make himself and his mother supper. Lately he had been buying a lot of ready-made meals that he only had to heat up for them both since he didn't have a lot of extra time.

"Oh I wish you'd give up some of that nonsense at school." His mother had told him earlier.

"Why?" Blaine had asked of her.

"Because I need you here. I'm alone most of the time, and you're off doing your own thing and just abandoning me here."

It made his stomach turn to hear that, but he had tried to stand up for himself. "What are you going to do when I've graduated?"

"Why? Will anything change then?" She asked.

He wasn't sure if it would.

"I wish you'd take up the offers of your old friends from work mother. If you're lonely you could go see them. They seem to want to see you."

"Why should I have to see them? I have a son to be with."

It was like a slap in the face. All he was to her was a surrogate friend, spouse, and caretaker. Kurt's dad wanted Kurt to be happy and explore the things that interested him. Blaine's mom just wanted him home with her all the time.

He couldn't imagine why either. It wasn't like he was good company for a middle aged woman. In fact, Blaine was probably boring to her. Why did she want to spend so much time with someone who didn't want to spend it with her?

Well... she had lived with Blaine's dad for a long time. Maybe she was used to it.

"What if I want to go to college mom?" He had asked her then.

"What for? Your dad's money means you wouldn't have to work a day in your life."

"We can't rely on that mother..." He had replied. More than that though, he just didn't want to live a life full of depending on his father for money. The thought sickened him.

"Your father will come to his senses eventually Blaine. It's important that we're there for him when he is."

Blaine frowned at that. He wished his mother could still see him. He wished she could see his face in this moment. Maybe if she could see how much what she was saying saddened him, she would come to her senses.

But she couldn't... and she wouldn't.

Currently his mother was listening to an audiobook in the living room, leaving Blaine on his own, at least for awhile. He was using that time to cook supper, and while it heated up in the oven, he went outside to have a smoke.

He loved how the smoke he blew out danced in front of him for a moment before disappearing. Blaine was past the point in his addiction where he tried to make shapes purposely when he breathed out the smoke, but he still loved to watch it move in front of him. He would wager that it was all part of the soothing effect of the nicotine.

The past few months without having to have contact with his father outside of the court mediation sessions made things easier on him physically, without the beatings - but his mother blamed him and Kurt for the restraining order imposed on his father that meant he didn't come over to the house anymore. She wanted her husband back. Deluded as she was, she still thought he would return to her, and that Blaine had made that more difficult now. She didn't seem to understand that Blaine wasn't interested in his father, and wanted nothing to do with him. She didn't care that Blaine had been hurt by his father either. That particular fact hurt Blaine more than any of his father's punches ever had.

"Blaine!? Is something burning in there?" His mother's voice rang out from inside the house and he cursed and ran back inside. He lost track of time, as he often did when immersed in his own thoughts. He grabbed the oven mitts and yanked the casserole out of the oven and dropped it on top of the stove.

"Shit, shit. shit!"

It looked alright overall, even if the edges were black. It was more than enough for both of them so he didn't have to worry about cutting off the burnt edges to eat the inside of it. He went about scooping it into bowls for them both and setting it at the table.

"Mom! Supper!"

He tidied up the small amount of mess from cooking as she came in and felt around for her spot before sitting down and sniffing the meal.

"Prepackaged meals again Blaine?"

Blaine rolled his eyes, glad his mother couldn't see him. "Yes."

"If you just quit some of that after school stuff you'd have the time to cook a proper meal for us."

Blaine sighed and went to sit across from her. It wasn't worth it to argue. It was a waste of breath and effort, and between the smoking and his schedule, he was short on breath these days.

"Remember. Keep being nice to everyone." Kurt whispered over as they sat in the choir room the next day.

Blaine flashed him a grin and nodded. He was getting rewarded well by Kurt everytime he had withheld being rude or gone out of his way to be nice to glee club members. None of them seemed to know what to do when Blaine was being courteous, and were clearly suspicious of his intents. None of them had tried to take advantage of his new attitude though, and so it hadn't come into conflict with the image he tried to maintain at the school.

Ultimately though, the storage room and Kurt were making it all worth it. If it made him no better than a trained puppy - then at least he was a happy trained puppy.

So, as Kurt was acknowledged for saving the musical, along with the Hummel-Hudson house, Burt in particular, Blaine stood up.

"The last week has been fucking rough, but I think we showed them that we can take anything they throw at us. And glee should be all about having fun... so I've got a little song prepared to remind us about that."

To the shock and awe of the choir room, Blaine went into a very enthusiastic rendition of Last Friday Night by Katy Perry. At first everyone didn't seem to know what to do, but then Mike joined in, and slowly, but surely, everyone got up to dance on the choir room floor. Blaine even dragged Kurt up to dance with him as he sang. Aside from Santana, everyone was really into it.

And as they all gave a cheer at the end of the song, Santana stood up and chewed them out for her vocal talents not being featured in the group. Blaine furrowed a brow in confusion, wondering how they went from having fun to being dramatic all in an instant - but it was glee club. It would've been weird if everyone was happy at the same time.

"... this is just the Blaine and Rachel show." Santana asserted as she stormed off.

"Uh... what the hell?" Blaine asked in genuine confusion, looking over to Kurt for clarification.

Kurt shook his head. "I'll tell you later." he whispered over as the group disbanded for the day. Kurt had promised him some time after school today, and while Blaine was hoping it led them into the storage room, he also hoped to get some answers. The people in this club were damned confusing at the best of times, and Blaine didn't have the insight Kurt seemed to in order to figure out their intentions. Generally he wouldn't have cared what that witch thought of him, but when everyone else in the group heard her say it, they seemed to reflect acknowledgement in their eyes... they had agreed with her.

So when they began the walk down the hall to their lockers, Blaine immediately asked, "What did she mean - the Blaine and Rachel show?"

Kurt smiled softly over, his eyes twinkling as if he was amused by the question. "Rachel is the best female singer and you're the best male singer."

Blaine wrinkled up his nose. "I am not."

Kurt chuckled and went about opening his locker as they reached it, continuing his explanation. "You are actually. I know you'd fight to the death to say I am - but when it comes to classic male voices - you're it."

"Yah... but I don't fucking care about getting solo's n' shit."

Kurt sighed into his locker and looked over at Blaine, who hadn't opened his own locker yet, looking at Kurt intently for answers. "I know you don't... that's why it doesn't bug me. I think some of them think that you might though, and given how... assertive you are when you want something, they might be afraid that if you wanted the solos, you'd get them without any effort, and then they'd all be left in the background."

"Fuck 'em." Blaine grumbled, slamming his hand into his locker. "I'm in glee club because I want to spend as much time with you as possible."

Kurt closed his locker, having collected what he needed and slipped a hand around Blaine's waist, "I know that too. Don't worry. They'll figure it out eventually. They're not all as mindless as they can seem sometimes."

Blaine dug his homework out of his locker and shut it, sighing as he did. "Santana has Brittany hating me..."

"Oh... Blaine." Kurt frowned beside him. "I didn't know. I'm sorry. I knew she was probably your best friend in there."

Blaine shrugged a little and they started the walk down the halls to the outside, "You're my best friend - but yes, she would've been second best."

Kurt was quiet for a few moments as they walked, apparently unsure of what to say to that, so he changed the subject. "My dad... is going to run against Coach Sylvester."

"What?" Blaine looked at Kurt in surprise, who nodded affirmatively.

"I'm going to be his campaign manager. I insisted on it. He'll have to be a write in candidate - but if he can get in, he could make a real difference, and protect the arts too."

"Wow...." Blaine looked up, thinking about Burt. He always envied the relationship Kurt had with his father, and knew that the man was probably the most honorable person on the planet, but if he actually got into office... he really could make a difference. "... that's... amazing Kurt."

Kurt nodded, "I'm worried about the potential stress... I mean... he did have a heart attack last year - but I'm still so proud of him."

Blaine smiled and hooked his arm with Kurt's as they made their way to their vehicles. "Your dad is an amazing guy - no denying that. He raised you after all."

Kurt grinned towards Blaine. "I don't know if I should take that as a compliment for how I turned out or as an insult to how demanding I am."

"Both."

The chuckled and Blaine kissed Kurt goodbye. He still had football practice yet tonight, so he'd only be going to grab supper somewhere and then back to McKinley. Kurt had a family dinner to attend. It was just another night for the pair of overbooked boys - and yet somehow they were both acing their classes, not that it was difficult to do at McKinley.

It struck Blaine that helping his father campaign would be just one more thing keeping them apart then, and Blaine grumbled inwardly. More and more it felt like Kurt was too busy for him, and more and more Blaine wanted to be with him. He was beginning to feel left behind, but he told himself that it was just a temporary thing. Once Kurt finished up with the play, and the class presidential race... everything would be much better. It had to be.

"This is a disaster!" Rachel whined in the choir room. Santana and Brittany had defected to the new girls glee club with Mercedes and Sugar, leaving more empty chairs in the choir room. Blaine quietly fumed about Brittany leaving, and Santana having taken her. The whole thing was idiotic. Two glee clubs in one school, and neither one with a full complement of students. Kurt told him they needed twelve to compete which meant they now had to find more people to join their little ragtag group.

Kurt looked at Blaine, eyes full of desperation. Blaine knew how important glee was to Kurt, and the possibility of them not being able to compete, along with the fact that some of Kurt's friends had left the group for another group was devastating to him. Blaine wanted to tell Kurt it would be alright, but he wasn't the one who was best for convincing new people to join Glee Club - if anything, his presence in it might scare off some potential members.

Thankfully, Finn had brought in the new Irish kid, who actually could sing decently - so that took care of one of the missing spots.

"Kurt... babe..." Blaine murmured when he noticed Kurt crying during the Irish kid's song.

"I just... I just... Mercedes and I were originals... and she's one of my best friends and now she won't even talk to me... The three of them... Mercedes, Santana, and Brittany are now suddenly best friends and I can't even talk to her anymore..." He sniffed and whispered over to Blaine.

"But... you've still got me sweetcheeks..." Blaine murmured, trying to console him while angry at those three bitches for causing such a ruckus.

"I know... but... I want them too. We don't always get along... but we should be friends still."

Blaine sighed. He wished he was enough for Kurt, but he knew he wasn't. If he was enough, then maybe Kurt wouldn't be plunging headfirst into so many other activities. Was there something wrong with him? Or maybe now that Kurt had had Blaine, he was losing interest - like the latest fashion trends he was becoming so last season. Blaine watched Kurt as he talked about the importance of his relationships with his friends, and nibbled along his lower lip thoughtfully. He loved this boy so badly, but what if Kurt was really just tired of him and didn't know it yet? What if he would move on the instant he found someone else... someone more exciting and fascinating? Maybe he was with Blaine because Blaine was the only other gay kid he really knew and it was a comfortable arrangement for now.

All of a sudden, Blaine really needed to smoke.