Nick returned home from the hospital shortly before dinner on Sunday night. Although somewhat hesitant at first, he had agreed to take part under the condition that the Warblers didn’t actually kill Damian.

“He’s somebody’s kid, you know,” Nick had reasoned, “Somebody would miss him if he died. Just roughing him up isn’t the same.”

The dorms were always dead on Sunday evenings. The dorms were like a ghost ship right before dinner. It was at that ghostly quiet moment, however, that Kurt could be seen standing outside Damian’s door.

He knew Damian never went to dinner on Sunday night, so it was the most opportune time to get things done.

Nick and Beat were on one side of the door while Blaine and David were on the other.

Kurt’s heart thumped hard against his ribcage as he raised his hand to knock on the door. When Damian answered, Kurt quickly tucked his arms to his sides. The Warblers grabbed him, stuffed a shirt into his mouth and over his head, and pushed him back into the dorm. Kurt followed them inside, closing and locking the door behind him.

Phase one complete.

“Beat, check under the bed for the knife.” Kurt said loudly, watching as the other three boys restrained Damian as they started tying rope around his wrist and ankles. The shirt was still wrapped around his head, blocking his very obvious attempts at screaming.

Kurt sighed impatiently until Beat brought him the silver pocket knife and placed it in his hand. “Stop screaming Damian, no one can hear you anyway.” Kurt let out an exasperated sigh.

He nodded to Nick, “This is for you. For Jeff. You go first.”

Nick hesitated for only a moment before he kicked Damian hard in the stomach once, a second and then a third time. “You almost killed the love of my life, you stupid motherfucker!”

Kurt and Blaine shared a brief glance before Blaine pulled Nick away. “I hope these fuckers hit you so hard that you can’t remember your own name.” Nick breathed through the tears on his face. “You would have taken two lives that day, mine and Jeff’s.”

Kurt dropped to a squatting position, pulling down a part of the shirt to look into Damian’s eyes. “If you promise not to scream, I’ll take the gag off.”

Damian nodded vigorously.

“What are you-” Blaine started but a glare from Kurt and he fell silent.

“I mean it, Damian.” Kurt flicked open the pocket knife. “If you scream, I’ll have no choice but to use your own weapon against you.”

Kurt pulled the shirt down around Damian’s neck, and David bent over to pull it tight.

“Look, Kurt. I’m sorry about Cameron.” Damian began to babble and Kurt laughed.

“Really? Did you not hear a word Nick said? This is about Jeff. We know it was you who attacked him,” Kurt paused, looking thoughtful. “Although, for the Cameron thing…” He stood up, took a step back and kicked Damian hard in the face. The crunch that resonated around the room left Kurt with a satisfied smirk.

Blaine stood over Damian, and kicked him hard in the balls. “That’s for cheating on me,” He kicked him again, “and that’s for fucking with Jeff.”

Kurt twirled the open knife in between his fingers. “It takes a real coward to bring a knife to a fist fight.” He bent down again, sliding the blade down Damian’s thigh. “Next time you fuck with a Warbler, be warned. Don’t expect to get out alive.”

He stood up again, closing the blade and tucking it into his blazer pocket. “Say a word about who did this to you, and we’ll have another little visit that won’t end as well for you.”

Kurt sighed, and walked towards the door with the other boys following closely behind. “Cameron will be back soon. He’ll untie you and take you to the nurse.”

Damian spit out the blood that had been pulling in his mouth. “Fuck you, Hummel.”

Kurt smirked as he stood in the door way as the boys started leaving to get back to their dorms, not waiting for Kurt. “In your dreams, McGinty.”

He closed the door behind him, walking up the hallway. When Kurt arrived at the dorm, he was surprised to find it empty except for Blaine. “Where did everyone go?”

“I told them to find somewhere else to be.”

Kurt was about to ask why, when Blaine threw him up against the dorm room wall.

“Do you like this, Kurt?” Blaine breathed into his ear. “Do you like it when I throw you around?”

Kurt moaned as Blaine bit his ear. “Shit, Blaine.” He panted out.

Blaine spread Kurt’s feet apart with his legs, grinding his thigh into Kurt’s obviously hard cock. “You enjoyed having all those boys wrapped around your finger, didn’t you?”

“I… Shit, Blaine. What are you doing?” Kurt gasped as Blaine dropped to his knees, pulling Kurt’s beltbuckle apart.

Blaine palmed Kurt’s erection through his pants. “You were so fucking hot in there, telling us all what to do. You think you can just walk in and take over? You think you can just turn me into your bitch, Kurt? Like all those boys who worked for you?” Blaine had pulled Kurt’s pants down to his ankles, his fingers playing with the edge of his boxers. “Do you want me to be your bitch, Kurt?”

Kurt threw his head back against the wall. Did being in charge really turn Blaine on that much? All he knew was that Blaine Anderson, leader of the Warblers was on his knees in front of him, practically begging to be Kurt’s sex slave.

Blaine grabbed Kurt’s cock roughly. “I said, do you want me to be your bitch?” He growled out again, and Kurt was practically trembling under his touch.

Kurt took a deep breath. Time for Pimp Kurt to get his head back in the game. He grabbed Blaine’s mess of curls, pulling hard. “Suck my cock, Blaine. Do it.” He demanded.

Blaine looked up at Kurt with dark, lustful eyes. He grabbed the waistband of Kurt’s boxers, and pulled them down, allowing Kurt’s erection to finally spring free of its confines.

Kurt pulled at Blaine’s hair again, bringing his mouth closer to his cock. “Suck me off, Blaine.” Kurt repeated his demand.

“Who is this man and why have I never seen him before?” Blaine thought wondrously. He brought his tongue to the tip of Kurt’s cock, licking at the pre-cum pooling there. “Mmm, Kurt. You taste magnificent.” He muttered, and was awarded another jerk of his hair.

“Less talking, more sucking.” Kurt commanded, and Blaine licked Kurt’s cock from the base to the tip. “Fuck, Blaine. More.”

Blaine placed one of his hands on the base of Kurt’s cock, and the other against his hips to prevent him from thrusting forwards. Blaine dipped his head, gently taking Kurt into his mouth. He slid his mouth down the shaft, allowing his tongue to swirl around the head.

Blaine tightened his lips, sucking so hard his cheeks hollowed out. He took a glace at Kurt who was obviously struggling to stay standing.

“Shit, fuck, Blaine, you’re such a fucking cock slut. I bet you do this all the time, don’t you? Drop to your knees and suck off anybody who wants you. Isn’t that right, Blaine?” Kurt pulled Blaine’s head away, and he came off Kurt’s cock with a loud popping noise.

Blaine stroked Kurt with his hand. “Only for you, Kurt. I’m only a cock slut for you.” He muttered softly. Blaine’s erection was throbbing against his tight uniform pants, and he was aching to touch himself. But this was about Kurt, he wanted Kurt to come undone, to let go. He’d seen it happen twice now, and he was never going to get enough of watching.

He surged forward, once again taking Kurt’s cock into his mouth. Without warning, he slid his lips down until he could feel the tip of Kurt against the back of his throat. He earned a gasp from Kurt, and Blaine let go of his hip.

Kurt looked down at him, as if asking for permission. Blaine pulled off for another moment, “Fuck my mouth, Kurt. Show me how I’m just like those boys who worked for you.”

Blaine went back to sucking, and both of Kurt’s hands flew to the back of his head, bringing Blaine’s mouth all the way to base of his cock. He thrust forward experimentally, pleased when Blaine took it without flinching. “You’re used to having cocks down your throat, aren’t you, Blaine?” He said roughly, continuing to thrust into his mouth.

Blaine brought his free hand to his own erection that was still within the confines of his pants. The way Kurt was talking to him was blowing his mind. Who knew Kurt could be such a fucking dirty talker? “Oh right.” Blaine thought “He ran a fucking prostitution ring, for crying out loud.”

It only took a few more thrusts into Blaine’s mouth before Kurt felt the familiar coil in his lower stomach. “Shit, Blaine. I’m about to…” He tapped on Blaine’s head, but the boy merely sucked harder. Kurt was having trouble breathing.

Blaine wanted more, he needed to see Kurt completely undone. He slid his hand between Kurt’s legs, moving it to his ass. He brushed a finger gently over Kurt’s entrance. He looked up briefly, and they locked eyes.

Kurt came hard, shouting swear words mixed in with Blaine’s name, as he almost fell to the ground from the force, only held up by Blaine’s free hand that he had placed on Kurt’s hip again the minute he noticed Kurt’s knees give out. Blaine continued sucking until Kurt swatted at his head, tingling with sensitivity.

“You… What…” Kurt took a deep breath, trying to find his brain. Apparently half of it had just gone down Blaine’s throat. “What was that for?”

Blaine merely smirked, pulling himself to his feet and pushing Kurt back against the wall. He locked his lips onto Kurt’s, gently sliding his tongue into his mouth for a moment before pulling away, a glint in his eye.

“Incentive to take control more often?” Blaine replied saucily.

Kurt swallowed hard, stumbling over to his bed. His orgasm had made him tingle from head to toe.

Blaine followed, laying down beside him and tucking an arm around Kurt’s back. “Kurt, can I ask you a question?”

“Didn’t you just?”

Blaine rolled his eyes. “Smart ass. No, seriously. What are we? I mean, we do all this stuff together but we’ve never really discussed what exactly it is we’re doing here.”

“I… Why put a label on something? We get along, we get each other off, and we don’t drive each other crazy. Pretty fair trade off.” Kurt replied, and Blaine could feel the tension in his voice.

Kurt wasn’t ready to have this conversation. So Blaine went a different direction.

“What are you doing for Christmas holidays?”