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Heteroflexible

Heteroflexible: Chapter 4


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Story: Closed - Chapters: 27/? - Created: Dec 18, 2012 - Updated: May 04, 2013
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I may have had sex with a straight guy last night ~K

Ummm, you MAY have? Are you that confused about sex, dude? Do I have to sit you down and have a talk again? ~L

Wait! Wait, wait, wait! I just realized you used the word 'straight'! ~L

I was wondering when you would catch on to that part ~K

WTF, dude?! ~L

Are you judging me? Cuz I can't tell over text and I'm not in the mood to be judged right now ~K

Course not! You know me better than that! ~L

Are you sure? You sound judgmental ~K

I thought you just said you couldn't tell over text, and I'm not. Pinky swear ~L

I thought YOU said straight dudes don't pinky swear ~K

Straight dudes end up pinky swearing when their gay best friend makes them pinky swear. It's the law or something. Stop changing the subject and tell me about this guy! ~L

You realize that we're in the same room now and can talk face to face, right? ~K

Kurt looked up as he sent this last text and smiled across the room. Luke grinned, setting his phone and camera equipment aside.

"Attention ladies and gentlemen!" He called out. "I know we were supposed to start this shoot at nine, but a slight complication has come up and I need to conference with Mr. Hummel. Take a quick break, but don't go anywhere. We'll be ready to get moving in half an hour."

"You didn't need to postpone the whole shoot," Kurt whispered with a practiced eye roll as they met in the middle of the room. "This could have waited until later."

Luke rolled his eyes right back, and led the way to Kurt's dressing room, signaling the wardrobe team to follow.

"Any conversation that begins with a confession of the previous night's sexual conquests takes priority over work. I have just one thing to say before we dive into this though."

Kurt raised a questioning eyebrow as he followed his friend from the room.

"You had sex with a straight guy last night, and last year when I asked you, you wouldn't even kiss me? Not cool, dude. Not cool. Bros before hos. That's all I'm sayin'."

Kurt shook his head, shaking a bit with laughter.

"This is a guy, not a ho. I'm not sure that saying fits."

"Same principle," Luke said with finality. "You wouldn't help out your best friend when he was in dire need, and your excuse that you don't kiss straight men no longer stands."

"First of all, you were not in dire need. You went through a two-day phase where you wondered if you might be gay because you thought that Robert Downey Jr. was hot as Iron Man. Secondly, I didn't..." Kurt glanced around to make sure no one was listening in, "sleep with this guy as a favor to help him decide if he's gay! Seriously, Luke. I did it because I was attracted to him and he was attracted to me."

"Fine," Luke sighed. "You'd think having a gay best friend would be beneficial in that way, but whatever. I see where your priorities lie."

"You're a moron," Kurt grinned.

"Yep," Luke sassed, "but I'm your moron, and you love me."

"I do. God only knows why," Kurt quirked an eyebrow as he passed Luke up to enter his dressing room.

Luke feigned being stabbed in the heart, stumbling in the room after Kurt.

"You wound me! You need to kiss me to make it better."

"Fine. Next time you wonder if you're gay I'll kiss you."

"Yes!" Luke fist pumped, pulling the door closed behind him while Kurt shook his head in amused exasperation.


"So, let me get this straight..." Luke paused, then laughed. "Wow, that word is ironic in this conversation, huh?"

Kurt suppressed a grin and held up his arms as he was measured by the wardrobe assistant.

"Anyway," Luke continued, "you had an amazing night, there are no weird "morning after" expectations, the guy was a great fuck... what's your deal? Why are you tripping over this?"

Kurt watched as the assistant blushed bright red and quickly excused herself from the room, then turned to Luke with an annoyed expression.

"Seriously? You couldn't be slightly more discreet when someone else is in the room?"

"Sorry," Luke glanced after the girl, looking genuinely apologetic. "I kinda forget that most other human beings in the world must live their lives with a filter. I'll try to not specifically mention fucking anymore."

Kurt laughed out loud then.

"You know I love you, sans filter and all. It's funny actually. You'd get along well with Blaine in that way, at least when he's drunk. He had absolutely no filter last night."

Luke's eyes narrowed as he watched Kurt speak, and then blush ever so slightly.

"Oh my god. You really like this guy! That's why you're all squirmy right now!"

Kurt blushed even deeper red and put his focus on his hair as he turned to the mirror.

"I do not! It's just that it was a one night stand, and I don't do those. You know me! Plus, the fact that he was straight... I just don't want him to feel weird, and I know he does. I feel like I took something from him. Like his gay virginity."

"Mmm-hmmm," Luke grinned. "You're right. You don't like him at all. That's why you care so much. And 'gay virginity'? I didn't know that was a thing."

"You know what I mean," Kurt sighed. "I just don't want to be something he regrets. I don't want him to feel like I took advantage of him. He was way more drunk than me."

"That's not hard," Luke snorted. "You have an incredible capacity for alcohol, for someone so skinny. Why would you care about if he regrets you though, if you didn't like him?" He asked knowingly.

Kurt had no answer for this, and continued to mess with his hair distractedly. Luke nodded slowly, deciding not to push that particular issue at the moment.

"Okay, let me ask you this. Who made the first move?"

Kurt hesitated for just a second.

"He did."

"Who suggested you go off for a fuck?"

"He did."

"Did you say anything at all to him about being concerned that he was straight?"

"Yeah, I told him I didn't want him to regret it."

"See!" Luke threw his hands up in the air triumphantly. "Sounds like he was an adult, who made his own decision. You both did, and here you are. Hook-ups happen all the time, dude. It doesn't mean one person was tricked into it."

"Yeah, but he was all uncertain about it at the bar," Kurt argued, plopping himself down in a chair, looking defeated. "I assured him that doing something once with another guy didn't necessarily change his sexuality. I introduced him to the word heteroflexible. I basically coerced him into having sex with me."

He flung his face down into his arms then, groaning in despair. Luke stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. Kurt sat up, despair gone, just looking angry.

"Fabulous, laugh at me. Thanks for your help. I'm so glad I came to you."

He stood suddenly, preparing to leave the room when Luke grabbed his arm, wiping his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you. Well, not in the way you think. Just, sit down. Okay?"

Kurt eyed him warily before sighing and plopping back down onto a chair.

"Look," Luke finally spoke without laughter, though he was still smiling. "I'm only laughing because the thought of you coercing somebody into something for your own devious purposes is ludicrous. You are one of the most generous and selfless people I've ever known in my life. How an asshole like me ended up with such a nice best friend I'll never know, but I'm incredibly grateful."

Kurt looked up then, smiling softly.

"You're only an asshole part of the time, and that's only to cover up the fact that you're a big softie on the inside."

Luke shrugged, looking embarrassed.

"Well, all that to say, you'd never take advantage of anyone, Kurt. Let me ask you, when you reassured him that there was nothing wrong with experimenting a little, did you do it because you were hoping to get something out of it?"

"No," Kurt said honestly, after thinking for a moment. "I really just wanted him to feel okay about whoever he is."

"Of course you did!" Luke exclaimed, punching his friend playfully in the shoulder. "You reassured him because you're nice. He then, according to you, was the one that came on to you, and seeing as you were attracted to him, you agreed. No harm done."

"Yes, harm done!" Kurt burst out unexpectedly. "You didn't hear him talking afterward! He was all snugly and lovey and talking about marriage and stuff! Then right before he fell asleep he said... Well, never mind that, suffice to say he was acting more than a little smitten. Then later he was acting all freaked out! The thing is, I don't know if he was freaking just because he had sex with a guy, or because he has feelings for a guy!"

Luke looked at his friend carefully, as if suddenly seeing him in a new light.

"So, you like this guy, don't deny it, and he likes you... at least that's what it sounds like."

Kurt shrugged uncomfortably, and Luke nodded with a knowing grin.

"How did you leave things when you left each other last night?

"Hestayedthewholenight," Kurt mumbled with a blush.

"He stayed!" Luke burst out. "Wow, he is smitten. So, how did you leave things this MORNING?"

Kurt shrugged with a sigh.

"He was all nervous and jittery, like I expected. He slipped and fell flat on his face when I walked into my room and almost saw him naked. I assured him that he didn't have to call me, that he didn't owe me anything, then told him he needed to leave so I could go to work."

"So," Luke sighed, "you made sure to push him out before he could reject you."

"That," Kurt nodded without looking up, "or realize that he resents me."

Luke nodded silently, before standing and pulling his friend up into a hug.

"Look, those are valid fears. I can't say that I blame you. I've also gotta say though," he stepped back, looking Kurt square in the eye. "I've never seen you this way about a guy, ever. If the opportunity comes up to see if there's something more, just, don't dismiss it, okay? I think you'd regret it."

Kurt nodded silently, smiling genuinely again, pulling Luke in for one more hug.

"Thanks. You're really good at not being an asshole. You should try it more often."

"I'll attempt it. You better watch out though. All this hugging combined with mushy talk might make me question my straightness again. I might have to take you up on that kiss."

Kurt laughed, pushing his friend away with a hug.

"Well, if that didn't cure me of my mushy feelings nothing will."

Luke gave an evil grin, raising his eyebrows suggestively. Kurt shook his head, growing serious and shaking his finger in front of him. He stepped backward out of his room, moving away quickly.

"No, no, no. This is not a genuine questioning of your straightness. Not gonna happen."

"Please, Kurt!" Luke called out as he chased after his friend, causing everyone in the vicinity to look at them in surprise. "I just want to love you!"

Kurt blushed profusely, letting Luke catch up with him and promptly smacking him on the shoulder.

"Will you shut up?" He snipped quietly, though he couldn't help laughing a little. "Headliner tomorrow, 'Kurt Hummel is having a stormy affair with Runway's head photographer'."

He turned to the gathering crowd as he pushed Luke away.

"He's just being an asshole, everyone," he called out with a flustered smile. "Pay him no heed."

Luke fell to his knees as Kurt walked away, reaching out his arms and calling out in anguish.

"Please, baby! Why won't you let me love you?!"

Kurt planted his face down in his palm, ignoring the laughter of the crew, thinking that he seriously needed to get a less embarrassing best friend.


"That'll be $3.75, sir," the barista told Blaine cheerfully.

Blaine reached into his wallet and handed her a five, accepting his coffee with a grateful smile, telling her to keep the change. He was just about to walk away when a teenage girl behind him caught his arm.

"Oh, sir. You dropped this."

He started to thank her and reach for what was in her hand, but hesitated when he saw that she was holding a folded piece of blue paper.

"That's not mine," Blaine responded with a polite smile.

"It fell out of your wallet," she offered him the paper again. He looked at the piece of paper in confusion and accepted it with a mumbled thanks, before moving over to a table and sitting down to open it.

He was grateful he was sitting down when he read what was written there, instead of holding his scolding hot coffee. He was fairly certain he would have dropped it and burned himself.


Kurt let out a deep breath and kicked at the sidewalk as he strolled home. He had decided to not take a cab. He really needed the fresh air and the time to think. He couldn't stop going over what Blaine had said the night before. What he had said, and obviously didn't remember.


... "Do you want me to stay?"

"I asked you fi-"

"Yes. I want to stay. I really want to stay."

"Okay. I'd love for you to stay too."

Kurt sighed contentedly, pushing aside the fears and concerns that threatened to well up inside, and let himself just enjoy the moment. Plenty of time to come back to reality tomorrow.

Blaine snuggled down into his chest, pressing a few more damp kisses before he relaxed completely and his breathing started to even out. Kurt thought for sure he was already gone, when he heard a sleepy, mumbling voice.

"You know you're that person, right? You're the person who is making me question everything. I could so totally fall in love with you."

Kurt's breath caught in his chest and his mouth hung open slightly. His heart pounded as he tried to think of something to say.

Only seconds later though, Blaine was completely sleep, snoring lightly on Kurt's chest. The model lay there, heart racing, holding the man he was really starting to care for, at a scarily fast pace, in his arms ...


Kurt let out a little whimper, remembering what he had done the next morning after Blaine had woken up. He hadn't told Luke about that part. He had been too embarrassed to. Luke was right about him being afraid of rejection, but not completely right about the fact that Kurt had pushed Blaine away completely. He'd only pushed him as far as the front door.

He couldn't decide if he'd been brave or if he'd been ridiculously stupid. He also couldn't fight the feeling that maybe it had been selfish. He had specifically told Blaine that he owed him nothing, that there was no obligation.

What in the hell was Blaine going to think.


... Kurt shoved aside the nervous, sick feeling that kept creeping up on him. Was this the right thing to do? He honestly wanted to help, but that wasn't just it. If there was a chance, even the smallest chance...

He never took risks, especially with his heart.

If it didn't work out, his confession was at least veiled in his honest desire to just see Blaine happy, so he'd at least be able to save face.

He set Blaine's wallet on the small table next to his door, with a pounding heart. Just as he had decided to grab the wallet and yank back out his note, the bedroom door opened. He cursed under his breath and ducked into the kitchen so he wouldn't seem suspicious.

Oh well, there was nothing he could do about it. It was done ...


Kurt groaned to himself as he continued down the sidewalk. Seriously, Blaine was going to think he had multiple personalities. What he had said as he pushed the other man out of his apartment, and what he had written in the note were so completely different. He'd wanted to say what he'd written out loud. He'd wanted to so badly, but he just couldn't. He couldn't stand to be rejected face-to-face.

His minds raced, thinking of all the ways Blaine might possibly respond.

What if he feels cornered?

What if he thinks I'm just trying to get him to have sex again?

What if he thinks I'm going to turn into a creepy stalker now?

That's it. He'll read it, think I'm trying to convert him, be scared shitless and avoid me. It's for the best.

But what if he doesn't?

What if...

...

What if he's standing outside my building?

Kurt's heart pounded.

There was Blaine, leaning up against the wall by the front door, hands in his pockets and looking down at the ground.

Kurt took a deep breath and forced himself to keep on walking.

"Hi."

Blaine jumped, looking like he was a bundle of nerves.

"Hi."

"So," Kurt said cautiously, "you're outside my building."

"Yeah, I remembered that you said you were getting off at three, so I took a risk that you'd be coming straight here."

He bounced up and down a little as he spoke, as if he were trying to shake away his nervousness. He sucked in a deep breath.

"I, uh, I got your note."

Blaine looked him steadily then, holding up the blue piece of paper. Kurt could only stare at it, feeling like he might throw up.

He started when he felt a warm hand take his, and turned to look into Blaine's eyes.

"Can we talk?" Blaine asked gently.

Kurt was still pretty sure he was going to throw up.

"Sure."


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"I just want to love you!""Why won't you let me love you?!"

"Please, baby! Why won't you let me love you?!"

Omgg what was in the note? I soo love Luke and Jared they are awesome.

omg thats just such a swwet moment! cant wait to read their convo!