Chapter 12

Blaine threaded his fingers through Kurt's and lead him to the choir room. Several boys were inside, talking in small groups.

Kurt's palms became sweaty and he gripped Blaine's hand tighter. He'd been near more humans than this at one time, but never when he might be expected to talk to all of them. Why hadn't he said that he wanted to go back to the dorm? Kurt had absolutely no idea how he was going to fake his way through this.

Jeff walked over to a table, grabbed a wooden thing and banged it on the table twice. "Fellow Warbler's. Our esteemed lead singer has brought a guest to watch us practice."

A few of the boys protested. Jeff hit the table several more times and they quieted down. "Hey," he said. "I'm head of the council and if I say Blaine can bring his fiancé, he can bring his fiancé."

Pandemonium erupted. Boys yelled congratulations and concerns. Kurt couldn't follow the overlapping conversations.

Speaking loudly, Blaine said, "If it's a problem, I apologize. Jeff asked if Kurt wanted to watch. If it's going to be this much of a disruption, he can leave."

Please let me leave without being rude, thought Kurt. This is too much.

"He doesn't belong" said Sebastian, wandering in the room without his jacket.

"You're late, Smythe," said Jeff. "And you're out of uniform."

"Someone," he glared at Kurt, "spilled coffee on my blazer. Lucky for me, it was mostly empty or I would've had to change my pants, too."

Kurt half hid behind Blaine, trying to make himself as small as possible without actually shirnking.

One of the boys stood up. "I'd like Kurt to stay."

"Does no one care that Blaine's fiancé isn't even a Dalton student," Sebastian said.

"Security here is a joke," one boy said. "Anyone can sneak in here. Thad brings his girlfriend all the time. He's gotten caught at least twice and the only thing the headmaster does is give him an hour detention for each instance. You rat Blaine out and all the other guys doing the same thing will be on your case."

"If Sebastian turns you in," Jeff said, "what are you going to do with your hour of forced study time?"

Blaine shrugged. "Finish my English essay and start on my math. Same as if I'm in my room."

Sebastian huffed in annoyance.

Jeff went around the room and introduced all the boys. Kurt hoped he could remember all the names. Most of them weren't names fairies used, which would make them harder to keep track of.

Kurt sat down on one of the couches clasping his hands together in his lap so he wouldn't fidget. This was even better than laying on top of the curtains, Blaine sang directly to him, even though it wasn't a love song.

When are you gonna come down

When are you going to land

I should have stayed on the farm

I should have listened to my old man

You know you can't hold me forever

I didn't sign up with you

I'm not a present for your friends to open

This boy's too young to be singing the blues

The boys danced, mostly swaying side to side, with Blaine at the lead. The movements were in sync and flawless. Kurt had seen videos on Blaine's phone and he had snuck into the one rehearsal, but nothing prepared him for a live performance.

So goodbye yellow brick road

Where the dogs of society howl

You can't plant me in your penthouse

I'm going back to my plough

Back to the howling old owl in the woods

Hunting the horny black toad

Oh I've finally decided my future lies beyond the yellow brick road

Kurt clapped when they finished, blinking back tears. The song was heartbreaking. "You guys are fantastic," Kurt gushed.

"Thanks," Jeff said. "Do you sing?"

"Yeah, a little," Kurt admitted.

"He's an amazing singer," Blaine said.

"Will you sing something," asked the boy Kurt believed was named Nick.

"The songs I know best aren't in English."

"Go ahead, sweetie. We sings songs in other languages."

Kurt stood in the middle of the room and sang his mom's favorite lullaby his own language. Most of the boys looked astounded at Kurt's singing. The heat in Blaine's eyes made Kurt want to whisk him away and have sex on the nearest available surface. Sebastian sat motionless, except for this twitching fingers and the rest of the Warblers clapped when he finished.

He couldn't help but notice how subdued Sebastian was, no snarky comments and his eyes downcast. Everyone else had questions for Blaine and Kurt - How did you meet, Who proposed, Was it romantic? Blaine mostly told the truth, while leaving out the whole "Kurt's a fairy and we had sex before we could properly talk to each other" thing. In retrospect, it probably had been too fast, but Blaine had been naked and gorgeous and who would say no to that?

"Are you guys doing engagement rings?" Brent asked. Or Trent. Kent? Something that rhymed with 'went.'

Gritting his teeth together, Kurt kept smiling. "Sweetie, you didn't say anything about engagement rings." Blaine better watch it, thought Kurt, or he was going to get pinned to the bed and no sex until he explained exactly how this whole human marriage thing worked. Not understanding what was going on was exhausting.

"Where Kurt is from, they use bracelets instead," Blaine explained, pushing back the sleeve of his jacket and showing his wrist. "We'll use rings for the ceremony."

Slightly mollified by Blaine's answer, Kurt still planned to demand information by any means necessary.

"Warbler's," Jeff said, "despite our interest in Blaine's sudden rush to the alter, we have work to do. Places everyone. Yellow Brick Road from the top."

XOXOXOXOXO

"What's porn?" Kurt asked when he and Blaine were safely locked in the dorm room.

"Is this because of what Sebastian said?"

"Yes." Kurt crossed his arms over his chest. "And you didn't answer my question."

Rubbing at the back of his neck, Blaine said, "Porn is a prop for masturbation."

Kurt glared at him. "I don't understand what that even means! Sebastian is a jerk, but he seemed concerned when I didn't know what porn, condom, and rimming are. I get that I don't know stuff that everyone else does. You have no idea how annoying it is. And now you, the person I love and trust more than anyone else, isn't explaining things in a way I understand."

"Porn is pictures or videos of people doing having sex or doing sexy stuff that you look at while masturbating." Blaine's cheeks turned red.

Kurt bit his lip. "People let others watch them have sex?"

"Yes."

This wasn't what he'd imagined. Blaine couldn't possibly want people to *see* them like that, could he? Heart pounding, Kurt asked, "Does everyone do this?" He fixed his gaze at Blaine's chest, not wanting to see the expression on his face.

"Watch porn, yeah," Blaine said. "Make porn, most people don't."

"Do you?" Kurt whispered.

"I've watched porn. Not since I met you," he added quickly. Blaine moved forward, wrapping his arms around Kurt and pulling him into a hug. "I love you. Please don't be mad." Blaine held Kurt, running a hand up and down his back. "Did you ever imagine having sex with someone when you touched yourself?"

"Yes." He had often thought of Finn, but his understanding of sex had been so limited, a touch of fingertips had been about as sexy as it got. "The first night I was in your room, I touched myself while watching you masturbate."

"That's so hot," Blaine moaned. "It's kind of like that, but with a movie. We can watch some porn together, if you want. It won't be nearly as good as sex with you, but I'll answer any questions you have."

"Sebastian said there were different kinds..."

"We'll start out with something simple and go from there," Blaine said. "You asked about rimming - it's licking at someone's asshole."

"Okay." It felt really good when Blaine licked him everywhere else, and his ass was sensitive.

"If this makes you uncomfortable, tell me. The first time I watched porn, I accidentally ended up on an extreme bondage site and it freaked me out."

Now Kurt had another thing to add to his list of stuff to ask Blaine.

They got settled on the bed and Blaine turned on the lap top. A video came up showing two boys. Kurt wasn't sure how old they might be, but he guessed they weren't much older than Blaine. They were naked and kissing. After a few minuets, one boy got on his elbows and knees. The other boy got behind him and started licking at the first boy's ass while stroking his cock. They both moaned and the boy getting rimmed yelled, "More," and, "Harder."

Blaine sat next to him, perfectly straight and unmoving, except for the twitching erection in his pants.

Kurt didn't get it. The two boys were attractive, and if had been him and Blaine, he'd be moaning just as loud. But watching them like this wasn't doing anything for him.

"What's that mark on his body?" Kurt asked.

Blaine laughed. "I wasn't expecting that as a question. It's a tattoo, some people get a permanent decoration or picture on their body. They get put on with needles, so it hurts. At least, that's what I've heard."

Squinting and leaning in, Kurt asked, "What's it a picture of?"

"I think it's two interlocking male symbols. It means he likes boys."

"Why there?" The tattoo sat on his hip and Kurt caught glimpses of it every time the boy being rimmed leaned forward.

"I don't know. I don't have any, obviously, and I've never really thought about it. You have to be eighteen to get one and I'm not big on needles."

"Is rimming me something you want to do?" It was one of the "normal" things Sebastian had mentioned. The two boys on the screen were really into it.

"Yeah. Do you want to? Some people think it's kind of dirty."

"Is this where condom comes in? Jeff said you need condom for dirty sex."

Blaine paused the movie. "Condoms prevent pregnancy and the spread of diseases. It's a thin piece of material you put over your dick before sex so the come doesn't get in the other person. It's for sex and sometimes blowjobs, not rimming."

"Why aren't we using them?"

"I've never needed them and I threw out the ones my mom got me when I turned sixteen because they expired. You and I were having sex so quickly after you got bigger that I didn't think about it. Human boys can't have babies and I'm clean. My mom makes me go to the doctor for a test every six months even though I keep telling her I'm a virgin. Well, was a virgin. She said that it would get me used to it for when I started having sex. You are the only one I have ever been with, I've never had a blood transfusion, or done drugs." Blaine kissed Kurt. "Besides, I kind of like the mess. And you taste so good. We can try it with if you want."

"Sebastian was insistent about it."

"He has sex with a bunch of different guys. If one of them is sick, they could get him sick. If you only have sex with one other person, then it's safe. We're being safe. I swear, I would never hurt you or put you in danger."

Kurt leaned his head on Blaine's shoulder. "I'm sorry I panicked. Sebastian was going on about safety and babies and I don't even know what else and I got worried."

Running his fingers through Kurt's hair, Blaine said, "It's fine. Do you want to watch the end of the video? It's almost over."

"Sure." Blaine restarted the movie. The boys continued moaning and both were stroking their dicks. The boy being rimmed let out a high pitched noise and Kurt watched his dick pulse streams of come. The other boy stopped rimming and thrust his cock into the first boy, fucking him hard and fast until he groaned with his release.

"Can we try it?" Kurt asked.

Blaine whimpered. "Yes, oh god, yes." He got Kurt to his feet, stripped his own clothes of and tossed them in a pile on the desk chair. "Too slow," Blaine murmured, helping Kurt out of his pants and shirt.

Grabbing Kurt's ass, Blaine kneaded the muscles, pulling the cheeks apart, and tracing the puckered hole with his finger. "Get on the bed," he whispered.

Kurt felt a little strange on his elbows and knees, legs spread apart, his ass on display. Gentle kisses trailed from the back of his neck, between his wings, and down his spine. Blaine's thumbs spread him open and he licked a few times before dipping his tongue in.

"More, Blaine," Kurt panted. "Feels so good."

"Mmmmm," Blaine moaned, humming against Kurt's skin.

Kurt cried out at the vibrations. Blaine licked and sucked and kissed, working his mouth over Kurt's hole. Dropping his head onto the pillow, Kurt could do nothing except let pleasure wash over him.

Blaine pressed his tongue in deeper, stroking at Kurt from the inside. Small spurts of fluid dripped from Kurt's dick onto the sheets. Pulling off, Blaine asked, "Can I fuck you?'

"Yesss," Kurt hissed.

"Need lube." A moment later, the blunt head of Blaine's cock pushed inside, as deep as it could go, hitting the spot that made Kurt see sparks.

Blaine leaned over and kissed Kurt where his wings joined to his back.

Kurt wailed at the intensity of it. Behind him, Blaine froze. "If you love me," Kurt said through gritted teeth, "you will put your mouth back where it was and keep doing that."

"Like this?" Blaine asked. He kiss him again, running his tongue and lips along the joint.

"Please," Kurt begged. "More, more, more." Kurt reached between his legs for his dick, fisting himself until he came, clenching around Blaine. Wrapping an arm around Kurt's waist, Blaine fucked him hard, sucking on the skin between his wings.

"Fuck," Blaine yelled, thrusting deep and calling Kurt's name. Blaine held Kurt, panting against his back, his dick twitching.

Blaine eased out. Kurt rested his forehead on the pillow. "Wow," he muttered. "That was just...wow." A wet tongue licked at his ass and Kurt jumped. Twisting his head around, he saw Blaine's mouth pressed between his cheeks.

"Gotta clean you up," Blaine said. Kurt slowly eased forward until he lay on his stomach. Blaine continued for a few more minutes, soothing the stretched muscles with his tongue. He nipped gently at the cleft of Kurt's ass and lay his head on the small of Kurt's back.

"Any more questions?" Blaine asked.

"Not about rimming. I think I'm pretty clear on the concept."