Chapter 12: No Light, No Light

You are the hole in my head; you are the space in my bed
You are the silence in between what I thought and what I said
You are the night time fear; you are the morning when it's clear
When it's over you'll start; you're my head, you're my heart
No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day
You can't choose what stays and what fades away
And I'd do anything to make you stay

-No Light No Light by Florence and the Machine

Kurt was laying on his back, stripped of his shirt, the firm muscles of his slender, smooth stomach heaving in and out rapidly as a head full of dark, curly hair kissed its way down his stomach, stopping just above the waistline of his briefs that were just visible above his skintight jeans.

"Oh...my...fuck...Blaine..." he muttered breathlessly, unable to stop his exasperatingly still-clothed hips from grinding up erratically into the other boy's stomach.

"Hold still Kurt," Blaine said, and even though his voice was muffled against Kurt's body, the huskiness of his voice mixed with his demanding tone made Kurt impossibly harder. Oh God, why had he ever denied himself this? This boy, his body, his lips were just...pure bliss. Ugh. He groaned in a mixture of frustration and wantonness and wound his fingers in the soft, black curls.

"God I want you so much," Kurt breathed, fisting his hands tighter in Blaine's hair, causing the football player to moan.

"You have me," Blaine whispered and Kurt felt the words stir in the pit of his stomach, though he knew they were only meant sexually and not that hereallyhad Blaine. Not that he even wanted him like that. Geez. Pull it together Kurt.

Blaine toyed with one of Kurt's nipples, twisting it gently and then leaning down to place his mouth on it. Kurt arched his back in pleasure as Blaine sucked the bud into his mouth, turning it into a hard mound before nipping at it playfully. The slight pain mixed with the pleasure of the experience caused Kurt's cock to grow even more insistent in his jeans. He wasn't used to being so submissive but with Blaine, everything was different, though he hated to admit it.

"Blaine...ugh...stop teasing..." He was barely able to get the words out between his heavy breathing and the involuntary undulating of his body.

"Teasing is half the fun," Blaine said with an evil grin as he turned his torturous attention to the other nipple. Kurt couldn't help but buck against him.

"Wow." Blaine pulled back and regarded the sweaty, desperate boy lying before him with a grin. "You want it so bad Hummel, admit it."

"Yeah. Fuck. I want it," Kurt admitted, panting, not even caring that he was making himself entirely submissive to Blaine with those three words.

"That's what I like to hear," Blaine said roughly as he continued licking at the pale skin above Kurt's waistband. The other boy's moans were making him hard as a diamond but he wanted to take care of Kurt first, show him that he was worth the time.

The two boys were stretched out on Kurt's double bed after school, Kurt's dad and stepmom being both at work and Finn being at his girlfriend Rachel's house. They had legitimately returned here with the intention of working on the community service project but the direction of their activities had changed very quickly when Blaine caught him in an unexpected kiss just inside the doorway. They had kissed passionately, groping each other and exploring each other, all the way down to Kurt's bedroom, where Kurt was now being caressed and passionately kissed by Blaine. Not that he was complaining.

"WhereisQuinn right now?" he couldn't help but ask Blaine.

"Irrelevant," Blaine murmured, swiping his tongue into Kurt's ear. Kurt knew it was strange but he found the way Blaine was now tongue-fucking his ear incredibly erotic, teasing him, making him think of Blaineactuallyfucking him. "Don't talk about her, you'll make me lose my boner," Blaine added.

"Pfft, and you still claim you're straight," Kurt said quietly with a mild laugh but his attempt at humor was quickly cut off as Blaine slipped his hand further down Kurt's stomach, tracing along the sweet, sexy fuzz of his happy trail and then finally,finally, sliding his hand beneath Kurt's briefs.

Kurt heard a whimper escape his throat as he felt the dry warmth of Blaine's hand surrounding his bare cock, already leaking with pre-cum. It wasn't that he hadn't been touched like this a million times before, but somehow with Blaine, it was different. The mere idea of Blaine touching him there was a turn-on, much less the actual act. He had no idea why though, and that thought concerned him.

"Take me Blaine...fuck me," he whispered heavily, his head so light and nearly drunk with arousal that he didn't even really know what he was saying.

"K-Kurt..." Blaine pulled his lips away from Kurt's stomach, his hand stilled atop his cock. "I...I'm sorry I just...I don't think I'm ready for that yet."

"It's fine," Kurt said in desperation. "Just use your fingers."

Blaine's eyes turned almost black before Kurt's eyes. He yanked the boy's jeans and briefs down in one swift, violent motion which had Kurt impossibly turned on. Blaine seemed experienced. Kurt didn'tthinkhe was, but he was still acting with the skill of someone who had some legitimate practice.

Blaine bent down and placed his mouth hesitantly in front of Kurt's exposed length so that Kurt could feel his breath ghosting over it. His cock twitched involuntarily.

"Please...please..." He heard himself begging but he honestly didn't even care. He needed it- neededBlaine- so badly right now and he didn't have the wherewithal to be ashamed.

"Patience," Blaine murmured and with that, he moved his perfect, plump lips to the head of Kurt's cock. He kissed the head of it tenderly, once, making Kurt moan, and then swirled his tongue around it teasingly, making Kurt hum and whine beneath him. Kurt still didn't even care to be embarrassed by his desperate behavior.

Blaine slid his one free hand down behind Kurt until he was gently cupping his ass, as his tongue still worked teasingly against his cock. He squeezed the cheek and Kurt moved to give him more access. Kurt was amazed at how talented Blaine continued to be, despite his rookie status at being with guys. He knew he had teased him constantly about being a virgin when it came to Quinn, but maybe he had been wrong. Either way, Blaine knew what he was doing and it was driving Kurt crazy. How could Blaine have this much control over him already?

Blaine now moved his mouth until he was on top of Kurt's thighs, each one lightly covered in hair. He kissed and lapped at them, moving down to the insides but never once interacting with Kurt's cock, causing the chestnut-haired singer to writhe beneath him.

"Touch me Blaine, for God's sakes,touch me."

Blaine merely laughed in a torturous way and continued licking languorous stripes up and down Kurt's inner thighs, finally reaching his balls. He sucked them into his mouth with a pop and Kurt felt his breath catch in the back of his throat. He moved his hands to Blaine's well-muscled, olive-skinned back, gripping his shoulder blades and feeling his muscles ripple beneath him.

"Comeon!"Kurt moaned shamelessly, thrusting his hips violently up toward Blaine. Blaine finally gave in and flicked his tongue out quickly to let it tease along the slit at the tip of Kurt's cock. Kurt continued thrusting, his eyes nearly tearing up with desire. Blaine licked a long, wet strip down the underside of Kurt's cock, placing a hand on each hip to anchor him in place. Kurt found the restraint both infuriating and intoxicating. He tried to struggle against Blaine's hands, but the boy's fingers were too strong and the warmth of them as they left marks against Kurt's naked hips was more erotic than it should've been.

Blaine put his hand on the base of Kurt's cock and began to stroke, slowly, painfully.

"Is this hot enough for you Baby? Is this what you had in mind?"

"It's...so...so good..."Kurt murmured. Blaine smiled so widely, Kurt wondered how his grin could fit within the confines of his face. "But I- I need...more..." He couldn't even believe the pleading words that were escaping his mouth, but he needed it, he needed it so desperately.

Blaine didn't say anything; Kurt knew he wasn't sure exactly what he was supposed to do.

"Here," Kurt rasped, taking hold of Blaine's right hand. "Wait. First, you're wearing far too many clothes for this to be fair."

He leaned his torso up, his abs tensing and giving Blaine quite a pleasant show as he grasped Blaine's long-sleeved button up and tugged it over his head unceremoniously, ruffling his curls as he did.

"I love these," he moaned, burying his head into Blaine's head, inhaling the scent of lavender and vanilla and a little hint of something spicy- was that patchouli? Whatever it was, it was a heady scent, making Kurt's head swim but not in an unpleasant way.

"And I...love...all of you," Blaine said between kisses trailed down Kurt's stomach.

Kurt felt his stomach twist at the statement. Blaine obviously didn't mean that he lovedhim,but it still sort of sounded like it. Whatever. It didn't matter. This was too good to stop it now.

He stretched out on the bed, his hands gripping so tightly onto the headboard behind him that his knuckles turned white.

"Come on, Baby," he begged with an encouraging stroke at Blaine's own hard-on that was bulging through his pants.

Blaine knew vaguely what he was supposed to do and he felt his hands trembling in both excitement and nervousness as he moved down towards the place behind Kurt's balls and let his hand begin to gently caress the space between his cheeks. The way Kurt instantly arched and moaned was more than enough encouragement for Blaine; he was clearly doing something right. He grew a little bolder, beginning to slide his fingers up and down between Kurt's crack, and finally spreading his cheeks wide, taking in the sight of his pink, puckered hole in all its glory.

Blaine drew in a deep breath, never having expected himself to be so turned on at the sight of a guy's asshole.

"Lay back," he whispered to Kurt, moving his head back up briefly to meet Kurt's lips in a sweet but passionate kiss.

Kurt did his best to relax, though someone being intimate with him in that place was something he hadn't allowed to happen for years. He felt Blaine's hot breath on his hole and he trembled. And then- oh God, oh dear sweet God, Blaine's mouth was there, he waslicking him. Talk about a rookie; Kurt looked down and saw the curly head of dark hair between his legs, moving slightly as Blaine went to town vigorously on his asshole.

"Does this- does this feel okay?" he mumbled between laps.

"More than okay," Kurt breathed, barely able to get the words past his throat, he was shaking so badly.

Blaine took a larger risk then, forcing the velvet muscle of his tongue to tease the actual entrance until Kurt's entire body was thrashing in blissful agony and then, with one final push, shoving his tongue up and deep into the hole, massaging Kurt's insides with every bit of strength he had, taking pleasure in each small cry and whine that escaped the tall boy's mouth. He began to tongue-fuck him violently, letting his hands wander all up and down Kurt's chest, spending extra time on the boy's hardened nipples, dancing his fingers across his collarbone and down the sides of his ribcage until he reached his hips again.

"Blaine...good God you're a-amazing," Kurt uttered, grasping what flesh he could on Blaine's body tighter.

"I try," Blaine said through a smile, trying not to let Kurt know just how much those words actually meant to him. He had basically been smiling through this entire hook-up, from the moment the door to Kurt's bedroom had closed behind them, actually.

"Here," Kurt rasped after a while. "Use your fingers."

"O-oh-kay."

Kurt chuckled lightly at Blaine's obvious anxiety. He pulled the boy's strong hand to his mouth and began to suck on his middle three fingers. Blaine's eyes grew wide at the action and he wasn't sure entirely why, but he was completely aroused, more so than he could ever remember being turned on his entire life. He allowed Kurt to suck languidly on his fingers, pulling them deep into his mouth, licking them exhaustively, and then finally releasing them with a slow smile. Without saying anything, he brought Blaine's fingers down to his hole where his mouth had previously been. It was already dripping and ready with Blaine's own saliva.

"Slide one in," Kurt instructed, propping himself on his elbows slightly as he widened his legs so he could see what Blaine was doing. Blaine swallowed and pushed a finger into Kurt's hole. He felt the amazing stretch of the ring of muscle at the opening, the smooth inside that wrapped around his index so tight and hot. Why was this so erotic? It was only his finger. But the look on Kurt's face, the way his head was thrown back exposing the porcelain skin covering his unmarred throat, had Blaine going absolutely mad. He could only imagine what it would feel like to have his dick pressed up in that tight hole, drilling in and out of Kurt's slim, strong body, until he wept with pleasure.

Blaine couldn't help but be a little horrified at his own sordid thoughts but the way Kurt was thrusting against his finger made it hard to keep what he was thinking clean. Fuck it. He slid a second finger in and Kurt moaned loudly.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah- fuck- it's just...just been a while," Kurt told him while panting. "You can move them around."

Technically it was a suggestion but Blaine knew it was actually Kurt asking him to. He crooked the fingers he had inserted, probing around Kurt's silky insides, bending and twisting with a determination that surprised even him until suddenly, Kurt bucked up violently. The boy gasped and Blaine realized that his fingers had found that sacred spot- Kurt's prostate. He felt the grin creeping back onto his face and began massaging the bundle of nerves with confidence.

Kurt began thrusting forward, his eyes shut and breathing labored. The noises coming from him were unholy and most definitely the hottest thing Blaine had ever heard. He continued fingering Kurt and captured his lips in a surprise kiss.

"Add one more Blaine...oh...fuck...yes, Blaine, oh God, fuck me!" Kurt's eyes were still closed which was making Blaine crazy because he wanted to get lost in that aquamarine sea, but he still did as Kurt said and added a third finger. Kurt began to forcibly fuck himself on Blaine's fingers so that with every movement the fingers were kneading his prostate.

Without being told, Blaine slipped his lips over Kurt's glistening pink cock, licking at the tip like a delicious dessert that was all for him, each tease of his tongue and his fingers making Kurt's body respond in excitement.

"I can't fucking take it anymore," Kurt moaned, grabbing onto Blaine's curls as he hollowed out his cheeks and began sucking the boy off violently to lubricate him and then removed his mouth, so that one hand was working his hole and the other vigorously sliding up and down Kurt's cock.

He was enjoying watching Kurt come undone under the work of his hands. That big goofy grin was so insistent on his face that his cheeks hurt but he couldn't help himself. He felt more turned on right now, was having more fun right now, right here, with Kurt, than he had ever had with another person in his entire life. He suddenly had a wicked idea. He stilled the movements of his hands and leaned down to nibble at Kurt's earlobe tauntingly.

"Is this too much? Do you want me to stop?"

"Oh my God, no!" Kurt literally pushed his ass back towards Blaine's unmoving hand in desperation. "Keep going!"

"I don't know, it seemed like it might be a little too much for you there," Blaine said, biting his lip to keep his grin from becoming too obvious.

"Blaine Anderson you get back to work right now or I promise you, youwillbe punished and I don't joke about punishments."

"Punished?" Blaine raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't sound so bad." He looked his lips.

"Yeah well how about I tell your girlfriend about our little extracurricular activities?" Kurt questioned with a smirk of his own, leaning up to kiss Blaine eagerly, suppressing the shocked look that quickly appeared on Blaine's face.

"Notfunny," Blaine said pulling back from Kurt's kiss, but his hands returned to their former activities with all the more gusto, pumping Kurt's cock and stroking his prostrate until he felt the limber boy tense beneath him in what could only be a sign of a soon-to-come release.

"Harder, harder, Blaine, you're so hot, please harder," Kurt begged.

Blaine happily obliged and in moments, Kurt was shattering in ecstasy all over his own stomach as well as Blaine's. Blaine couldn't help but lean forward teasingly, as if to kiss Kurt on the mouth, but then suddenly pull back and instead lap the cum off of Kurt's still-trembling body.

"Oh sweet mother," Kurt murmured when he was in control of his voice again, his hands stroking gently through Blaine's hair, as Blaine rested his chin on Kurt's midriff, staring dreamily into the boy's spent eyes. "You are incredible. Are you sure you're new to this?"

Blaine shook his head in a dismissive manner. "Pretty new. I mean, you're the first guy I've ever been with."

"Mmm," Kurt hummed, tracing up and down the muscles of Blaine's back. "But what about girls. Have you ever had sex?"

"Uhm..." Blaine trailed off awkwardly, turning bright red all of a sudden. He really wasn't interested in discussing this topic but Kurt was looking at him in a manner that told him he wasn't going to get out of this.

"I don't really know," he answered truthfully.

Kurt frowned. "How is that even possible?"

"I don't know," Blaine said again, wishing Kurt would just leave it. To his great relief, the boy did, though the look of confusion on his face assured Blaine that this wouldn't be the last he would be hearing on the subject.

"You know what's funny?" Kurt asked, his hand having found its way back to Blaine's curls, which he couldn't help but run his fingers through over and over again. Blaine's eyes were closed, either in exhaustion, or because he was enjoying Kurt's caresses so much; Kurt wanted to believe the latter but chastised himself for his thoughts, knowing that Blaine's pleasure and him being the cause of it shouldn't really be something that mattered to him.

"Mmm?" Blaine replied nonchalantly.

Kurt was breaking his own rules but he felt he didn't even have control of his own body as he sat up, causing Blaine to shift along with him, and then reached one hand down beneath the boy until it found his still-throbbing cock.

"It's funny how you always get me off but I never return the favor," Kurt murmured seductively, thoroughly enjoying the way Blaine's eyes widened and darkened simultaneously.

"Y-you don't have t-to," he stammered in a manner which Kurt found adorable.Adorable? What the flying fuck Hummel? Has all your presence of mind just gone entirely out the window?

"I want to."

Blaine swallowed and closed his eyes and Kurt felt his stomach jump with excitement at the response he was getting from Blaine before he had barely begun to do anything to him yet.

No. No. This was too dangerous. He was enjoying this too much. And once Kurt went down on Blaine, the other boy would start to get attached, attached to the way Kurt made him feel, attached to the idea of them together, to the pleasure he had received from him. Kurt wanted desperately to avoid all that, no matter how badly he wanted to make Blaine fall apart. Actually, his desire to make Blaine fall apart was something he had rarely, if ever, experienced with his other tricks, and that was part of the reason why he knew he should avoid it so much.

"But, it's late," he declared, clearing his throat and stiffening his body ever-so-slightly to indicate to Blaine that playtime was over. The brief look of disappointment that crossed Blaine's features caused Kurt some regret but this was really for the best. For both of them.

"Another time," he reassured Blaine, allowing himself one more stroke of his fingers through Blaine's curls. Blaine smiled a small smile and then quickly extracted himself from Kurt's limbs, buttoning his jeans, throwing his shirt back on over his head, and trying to adjust his throbbing member so as to make its presence less obvious.

He stalked over to Kurt's vanity mirror and surveyed his appearance in it. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was a mess, but other than that, it wasn'ttooobvious what he had just been doing. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to smooth it down some.

"Can I use your bathroom?" He asked Kurt.

"Sure," Kurt replied, not meeting his gaze, an expression of disinterest already masking his emotions. This was Kurt's very carefully calculated post-hook-up behavior and he relied on it in order to keep him and his partners safe from miscommunications, messy emotions and damaged feelings. He found it harder to compose himself where Blaine was concerned; he truly didn't want to hurt the boy, but once again, his own concern for Blaine was all the more reason to establish this cold distance.

Blaine shrugged off Kurt's taciturn behavior and walked to the bathroom where he splashed cold water on his face several times until he felt his cheeks begin to cool. Truth be told, he was uncomfortable with his emotions right now. He didn't understand why he enjoyed fooling around with Kurt Hummel so much and it disturbed him. He didn't understand either why it stung so much when Kurt refused to be reciprocal, or show any affection, or when he acted all aloof after they had been so completelyintimate. Why on earth should Blaine care? He was a guy too. He was hooking up, with no strings attached. True, he wasn't getting off, but other than that, this arrangement was every guy's dream. So what the fuck was his problem.

He existed Kurt's bathroom, straightening his shirt as he did and also composing his features so that he seemed as cool and unaffected as Kurt.

"So...the project..."

"Yeah we'd better work on that later," Kurt told him. "I've got things to do tonight."

"Right," Blaine replied, his face deadpan, and he made his way towards Kurt's door, snatching up his skateboard along the way. "See you later then."

Kurt merely grunted in response.

But as soon as the door was closed and he the sounds of Blaine's footsteps trudging through the grass to go around front up to the sidewalk could be heard, he flung his body down on his bed like an emotional pre-teen girl and groaned in utter frustration. What was Blaine Anderson doing to him?

x-x-x-x-x-x

Blaine got on his skateboard as soon as reached the sidewalk in front of Kurt's house and began making his way home. It was starting to get chilly out; it was already turning to dusk outside and soon it would be too cold for Blaine to use his skateboard every day. He wondered absentmindedly if he could push his parents on that car they had promised him. Of course, his mom hadn't exactly been thrilled with him lately. But maybe if he did really well in this Friday's game, his mom would give it to him as a reward.

He allowed his thoughts to continue along this path as he found himself on his street and then, all to soon, walking up the pathway to his house. He didn't want to think about Kurt or the things they did or the way it all made him feel- so good during and so empty afterwards.

He opened the door to find his home eerily silent. The lights were dim and he had seen his mother's car in the driveway, which meant she was here, but he heard no movement. Perhaps, if he was lucky, she was passed out in bed with a glass of wine in front of a soap opera.

He walked to the kitchen to find a snack when suddenly the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He turned around warily.

His mother stood in the entryway.

"Blaine, sweetie, why don't you come to the sitting room?" She held a glass of wine that perfectly matched the shade of her lipstick and Blaine felt himself breaking out in something of a cold sweat. He was definitely in trouble, that much was certain.

The "sitting room" was just a tiny little room off the dining room that was originally intended more for storage than anything else, but Helena Anderson tried desperately to make it seem as though her house was just as fancy and nice as any other rich person's, as nice as their home back in Westerville. She was only lying to herself, but no one was able to get the truth through to her, nor did they really try.

Blaine followed his mother dutifully but couldn't help but question her as they walked. "What do you want Mom?"

His mother only waved her hand at him to shush him and when they entered the room, it all became clear to Blaine.

There was Quinn, sitting there primly, legs crossed beneath a white lace dress that she had paired with a jean jacket, her lips pursed in annoyance and her blonde hair layered perfectly down her shoulders.

"Quinn?" Blaine asked tentatively, wondering what on earth she was doing here and what she and his mother had been discussing.

"Blaine," his mother spoke, rather than his girlfriend. "Quinn and I have been speaking. It seems you have some explaining to do."

About what?Blaine racked his mind frantically. There were a million and one things they could be pissed at him for and he had no idea which one it was. He was a little bit terrified.

Quinn saw his uncertainty. "You've been lying to us Blaine."

"Lying?"

"About your whereabouts. For example. After football practice, where do you go? Because it's certainly not to the community center to tutor, like you told me."

Blaine swallowed heavily. Oh God, that was a lie he had fed Quinn to keep her off his case about spending time with her. How much had she told his mom?

"I- I did lie to you." Blaine had a plan and he wasn't proud of it, but it was the only way he could see to rescue himself.

His mother looked at him, horrified, while Quinn simply nodded, unsurprised.

"I'll explain," he added quickly.

"You had certainly better," his mother said.

"Ihavehad to do community service work, on account of the fight I got into."

"What?" his mother looked at him in anger. "You never told me they were making you do community service-"

"Please." Blaine held up a hand. "Let me finish. Iamworking on a community service project, but it's not tutoring at the community center. The truth is, the principle thinks that because me and Kurt were fighting, we need to learn how to interact positively. So we were assigned a community service project together."

The horror was evident on both women's faces now. Working togetherwithKurt Hummel? The horror of it!

"Blaine Anderson, if you had actually thought totellyour mother something about your life for once, I could've gotten you out of this. I ought to call your principle right now and demand this project be terminated. To think they've been forcing you to work with that faggy boy- it's disgusting. Honestly, it can't be legal. I don't know why you didn't tell me!"

"I was ashamed," Blaine lied and hung his head for effect. "I didn't want anyone to know I was spending time with him." He bit his lip, hating himself for what he was saying, but unable to think of any other way.

"And no one would blame you for that Baby," Quinn said, moving towards him and rubbing his shoulders soothingly. "I can't believe Figgins."

"I'm going to call the man right now!" His mother said.

"No!" Blaine yelled, a little two quickly. They both looked at him, startled.

"Don't- don't call Figgins. I mean, it'll just make it a way bigger deal and then word will get out around school in seconds. If I just finish it up, it'll go away and no one will ever have to do. It's almost over with."

His mother stared at him contemplatively, a look of slight suspicion spreading across her features.

"Are you sure about this Blaine?"

"Yes. Please. I don't want everyone finding out. It's better this way."

"Fine," Quinn acquiesced. "But if that little faggot makesonemove on my man, you better believe I'll have him expelled for perversion and sexual harassment in three seconds flat."

His mother nodded her agreement. "Thank God you're around Quinn. Blaine honestly needs a girl with some sense in her brain, he's got his head in the clouds so much of the time."

"Oh it's my pleasure Mrs. Anderson. You don't have to worry about Blaine. I only have his best concerns at heart. I want him to do well just as much as you do."

Blaine wanted to vomit at the way they were talking about him, like he wasn't even there, and at the way they had spoken about Kurt.

"Well actually, I'm going to need a shower," Blaine said in an attempt to excuse himself.

His mother frowned. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm filthy."

Quinn nodded. "You really honestly need to wash up after hanging out with that gay kid anyway."

Blaine clenched his fists in anger but said nothing.

"Well be quick Dear, Quinn's staying for dinner and it will be ready soon."

Blaine nodded his head, trying not to let his disappointment at this turn of events be visible on his face.

x-x-x-x-x-x

Kurt was in his bed, the same place where he had spent the afternoon with Blaine, only this time, there was another boy beside him. The boy was skinny and tall, much like Kurt, though slightly less muscled and with a colder, more weaselly look to his face.

Sebastian was a trick whom Kurt had met at the only gay bar for miles, Scandals. They had hit it off fairly quickly, both being confident for their young ages and both looking for the same thing; a good, regular fuck with no emotional ties. Truth be told, Kurt couldn't stand Sebastian's personality. He was whiny and manipulative and just overall a scummy kind of gay- never someone Kurt would actually date. But he was there when Kurt needed him and better yet, he submitted to Kurt, which Kurt loved. He knew Sebastian was typically the more dominant one and it felt good to know that he had some sort of power over even an asshole like this. The sex was fairly decent too. So Kurt kept him around.

"God Kurt," Sebastian said from where he was lying next to Kurt, lazily stroking his cock. "It's like I'm boring you or something."

"What?" Kurt asked distractedly. It was true his thoughts had been elsewhere, and in this case, elsewhere meant Blaine.

"Look if you're not into this, I can get going. I've got other guys who I'm sure would just be dying..."

Kurt cut Sebastian off with a swift movement of his body so that he was suddenly on top of Sebastian, the gangly boy flat on his back and pinned to the bed by Kurt's surprisingly strong arms.

"You want to leave?" Kurt asked in an almost threatening tone.

"N-no," Sebastian practically moaned. "I was just saying you s-seemed distracted..."

Kurt yanked at the front of Sebastian's chinos, popping them open and tearing them off. He then leaned forward and bit the waistband of the boys white navy blue boxer briefs, peeling them off of his skin with his teeth. Without warning, he pushed Sebastian's legs apart and began fingering him aggressively.

"Distracted?" He repeated, searching deep into Sebastian's green eyes. "Is that how I seemed?"

"Yes...oh God Kurt! More!" Sebastian moaned again and tried to fuck himself on Kurt's fingers, his voice having raised several octaves. Kurt found himself annoyed, as he often was by Sebastian's pathetic begging, but the best way to get over someone was to get under someone else, didn't they say? And it appeared that stupid Blaine was taking up far too much of Kurt's thoughts. So fucking Sebastian was the best answer.

He flipped the other boy over so that Sebastian lay with his belly on the mattress and began spanking his slender ass, using his other to press Sebastian's head down into the sheets.

"Is this what you wanted Baby? Is this enough for you?"

Sebastian simply groaned, unable to talk with his mouth pressed into the bed.

"Mmm I can't hear you." Kurt loved torturing this guy. He deserved it. Sometimes it concerned Kurt, how dark and sadistic he could get, but he told himself it was entirely normal to be this way. He wasn't nearly as bad as he'd heard some people were with their fetishes.

"This is what I wanted!" Sebastian struggled to yell, muffled by the fabric, as Kurt roughly fucked into him with his fingers.

Finally Kurt had had enough. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them instantly with his throbbing cock, not really caring to be gentle. He shoved in roughly and then pulled out. Sebastian screaming in a combination of pain and pleasure with every thrust. Kurt increased the speed of his rhythm, trying not to think about Sebastian or Blaine or anything at all really, just sex, and getting what he wanted. He fucked harder, deeper, faster, not even hearing Sebastian yelling his name or crying out as he pounded his prostate again and again and again. Kurt's mind was a white blank screen and he had one goal in mind. Within a few minutes, he was coming inside the other boy.

He pulled out as soon as he was finished, tied the condom off, and flung it into the wastebasket.

"When did you put a condom on?" Sebastian asked, when he had caught his breath again. He had rolled onto his side, not trusting his sore ass to lie flat against the bed.

Kurt smirked. "I've got my ways."

"God you're so smooth," Sebastian said with a light chuckle, caressing the sides of Kurt's biceps up and down with his hands. Kurt stiffened slightly and Sebastian stilled his movements.

"Have you ever thought about bare-backing?" Sebastian's voice was timid but it was clear he expected an answer.

"Honestly Sebastian, I'm not really into that," Kurt replied awkwardly. "It's just- too risky."

Sebastian nodded and said nothing for a while. Kurt wished he would get the hint and leave. Instead he asked, "Do you ever fuckhimbareback?"

"Excuse me?" Kurt asked, entirely unsure what Sebastian was referring to.

"You know that guy. The one you're fucking now. Don't try and pretend he doesn't exist. I have friends who go to McKinley and say you two are together all the time now. And you hardly ever ask me over anymore. That other fucker is always here. God, he doesn't even have acarKurt!"

"I don't know who you're talking to, but I'm not fucking anyone from McKinley."

"Don't lie to me!" Sebastian was getting almost hysterical, his voice raising to the point where Kurt began to panic, lest Carole and Burt overhear. "He was here today, I know he was. I can smell him all over you!"

"Why don't you just calm down?" Kurt said and Sebastian fell back against the pillows at Kurt's suggestion, heaving a sigh of frustration.

"I just don't get it Kurt. What your fucking weakness is for these pretty little jock boys who pretend to be straight. They fuck you over every time and youstillkeep coming back. They're like some sort of goddamn drug to you!"

Kurt just sighed without saying anything, running a hand through his already mussed hair.

"Kurt." Sebastian's voice had turned whiny. "Kurt why don't you just date me? I'm out, I'm confident and I'm hot too. You'd never have to worry about teaching me the ropes or me making fun of you or leaving you. I'd be your slave."

Kurt bit his lip. Sebastian knew how hard it was for him to resist that kind of submission; it was so goddamn sexy. But Sebastian wasn't what he wanted, especially not when he felt the way he did about Blaine. It was sort of like Sebastian was right; Blaine was a drug. And Kurt had certainly not gotten his fill yet. No, he certainly didn't havefeelingsfor Blaine but he still wanted to fuck that boy until he screamed. Yes, he certainly wasn't going to be settling down here in Ohio. Wasn't that the whole point? No ties. Perhaps it was time to cut Sebastian off. He had fucked him several times which was more than he usually did with anybody. It seemed the boy was getting too attached. Kurt couldn't have that.

"Sebastian..." He sighed. The break up speech was always so uncomfortable.

"Look. You know how I feel about you. I think you're great. You're sexy and you're out, you're talented, you know what you want. All wonderful things. But you know I'm not interested in getting a boyfriend. I need to keep things casual."

"Kurt I-"

"I don't think we should see each other anymore."

Sebastian looked at him, his eyes so deeply shocked and wounded that Kurt almost felt bad. Almost.

"I don't- I don't understand why. What did I do wrong?"

"You didn't do anything. It's just- this thing has run its course okay? We both knew it wasn't forever."

"That doesn't mean it has to be over right now," Sebastian whined, clinging to Kurt's body.

"Yes. It does," Kurt replied coldly, disentangling himself from the needy boy. "We're done Sebastian."

"You know what, they told me you were like this. That you just use guys and you dump them, leaving a trail of broken hearts and fucked up guys behind you. I thought they were just jealous of me, I thought that they were judging you too harshly. I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I was so fucking wrong." Sebastian was pulling on his pants, crying as he spat the words at Kurt. Kurt wasn't listening too hard. He had heard the speech before.

"Is it that other guy?"

This caught Kurt by surprise. "No it's not the other guy. I just said, I don't do relationships."

"Well whatever you two have seems like something awfully relationshippy."

"Fuck off and stop being so paranoid," Kurt said, but really, it was he who was paranoid. He felt nervous just having this conversation. How did Sebastian know? How could he tell? Were Kurt's feelings that obvious?

"You know what Kurt? Fine. I'm out of here. But just know that this- thisBlaineguy that you're so into? I'm going to find him Kurt. And I am going to fuck his pretty ass until he screams my name. You're not the only one who can chase after straight boys." And Sebastian was gone, escaped through the back door, no trace of his being there left behind, almost as he had never been there at all. It was like so many guys before him, and yet Kurt never got used to the strange feeling of emptiness it left.

More than that, he couldn't help but dwell on Sebastian's words. Sebastian fuck Blaine? Impossible. Blaine would never go for that, that is,ifSebastian could ever even find him. It was just crazy talk coming from a jealous, rejected trick. Sebastian wasn't touching Blaine. Nobody was, nobody but Kurt, if he had any say at all in the matter.