“Rach, be honest with me. Am I exuding any irresistible fuck-me vibes?”

“Hmmm. I can’t tell from here. How tight are your pants today?”

“Really tight, but that isn’t the point. The point is-” *BLOOP BOOP* “Hold on someone is texting me,”

Kurt took the phone away from his ear to see one new text from James:

Im goin 2 be in ur neighborhood tonight. wanna meet up?

“Good God, Berry WHAT. IS. HAPPENING!?” he pleaded into the phone.

“Kurt, you’re going to have to be less vague if you want me to assist in analyzing your fucky vibes,”

“Fuck-me vibes” he corrected her and could practically hear her rolling her eyes over the phone. “Anyway, it started with Cooper Anderson at my house. Just some light flirting, you were there, you know what I mean.”

“Mhmm” she hummed.

“Then that night at Stonewall I ran into Blaine, the brother. I mean, I was drunk and he was very drunk, but I am fairly certain he wanted to take me right there. The way he was looking at me, oh my god Rach you would’ve died! He was obviously imagining me naked”

“NO WAY!” she blurted.

“I swear on Anna Wintour. BUT there’s more! My meeting at their office was basically the Cooper Show. He was making me laugh and blush and complementing my tastes and he was so Disney.”

“Kurt that sounds PERFECT!”

“No- it’s not. Because there is still more. I was leaving the office, ran into the brother, and we had some strange, silent, sexy elevator ride that ended with him saying his brother wanted to screw me.”

“Wait a minute and let me catch up here. Cooper was charming and charismatic, but that isn’t okay because builder-brother was weird in an elevator...?”

“You mostly understand it, yes. I feel like I should be so joyous that the Cooper Anderson is into me. Ugh, he is so pretty. But, I feel this strange physical pull when I’m around Blaine that I can’t even articulate. And to top this all off, I think James just sent me a bootycall text complete with ghetto grammar and everything.” He sighed loudly and listened as Rachel started her ‘AK AKK AKK’ laugh that he loves so much.

“Okay Kurt, here is what we’re going to do. First, promise me you’ll ignore scumbag James. Remember TLC? Remember “No Scrubs”? That song was about him.”  

Kurt laughed and agreed. Rachel suggested that he let the Cooper/Blaine situation play itself out. She reasoned that being brothers, one of them was bound to mention liking Kurt and then the other would maybe back off. Kurt couldn’t decide which one he would rather have pursuing him. *BLOOP BLOOP*
One new text from James: Kurt KURT im coming over
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To give off the impression he wasn’t home, Kurt made sure his phone was set to vibrate and the lights were all turned off. When James was knocking on his door at 1am, calling his name out, Kurt couldn’t help but laugh to himself because the 15 year-old version of Kurt Hummel would have never believed that someday he would be hiding from suitors.

James sounded like he had been drinking by the whiny tone of his voice. Kurt knew opening the door would be a horrible decision, but also he knew that it would guarantee sex. It had been almost three months since he had last gotten laid and well...he was feeling restless. Just as he was reaching for the doorknob Kurt felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
One new text from Cooper Anderson: I’m really excited for our meeting tomorrow.
See you at three.   

Kurt pulled a U-turn and walked away from the door and into his bedroom. He had no idea how to interpret the text message. The wording seemed to suggest nothing, but it was almost 2am. He knew from experience that any conversation at 2am implies one of two things: There has been an emergency or I want to have sex.

Worried about seeming too eager, Kurt decided to not text back. Instead, he completed his nightly routine of facial cleanser and moisturizer and tucked himself into bed. He’s really excited for our meeting.

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When Kurt awoke he was practically glowing with excitement. He was scheduled to meet with Cooper later in his home to do a final rundown of the plans before construction began. Kurt made use of his morning with last minute tidying and organizing- this would be the first time he and Cooper would be alone in his home. By the time 2:30 rolled around Kurt was buzzing. Dancing around the kitchen, humming to himself, he couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face if he tried.

When the doorbell rang he did a quick check of his hair in the mirror, but really who was he kidding, his hair was perfection. Opening the door revealed Mr. Disney himself, Copper Anderson, with his briefcase in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other. Kurt looked at the bottle and raised and eyebrow.

“I figured after we get everything settled we could have a final hurrah in the kitchen before my brother works his magic on it..” Cooper offered as he handed Kurt the champagne.

Kurt’s mind was definitely in another place so he had no idea how effective the meeting actually was. For him it was mostly nodding at what Cooper said, following him around the kitchen as he made wild arm motions signaling what would go where, and admiring the brilliant final sketches that Cooper had drawn up.

After two hours of business, Cooper walked over to the kitchen table and plopped down on a chair as if he lived there. Kurt took it as a cue that the meeting portion of the visit was over and he went to fetch the champagne. He returned with two glasses and sat down opposite the designer at the table.

“I’m so glad to be working with you on this. I mean- these sketches, its like you could see exactly what I was imagining this kitchen could be. Really, how did you do that?”

Cooper laughed and waved his hand to dismiss the complement, “Honestly, I make sure I really connect with a client before I take on their business. With you Kurt- I guess I just understand what you want.”

Kurt didn’t know if they were still talking about kitchens. He took a large gulp of champagne and watched Cooper pour them both a second glass.

“But enough about business,” Cooper continued, “where are you from? I can tell you’re not a native New Yorker.”

Kurt was shocked because he truly thought his years in the city had given him an edge, but he told him all about Lima, and moving here with Rachel, and achieving his big city dreams of working in fashion. Cooper listened intently and shared his own stories of growing up.

After finishing his third glass Cooper stood up slowly, “I should really get a cab, it’s getting late and I have an 8am with Bloomberg-”

Kurt was disappointed. He really had thought the evening would last longer, but then his brain caught up with him,

“Wait. Wait. Bloomberg as in.. Mayor Bloomberg?”

“Yep, thats the one,” Cooper winked, and went to grab his briefcase.

Kurt stood to say goodbye just as Cooper leaned in for a very close hug. Kurt, feeling the liquid courage, hugged him back and placed his hand lower than he typically would. Cooper placed a quick kiss on Kurt’s cheek,

“Thanks, Kurt.”
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Two days passed by before Kurt heard from Cooper again. He felt pretty disappointed that the correspondence was just a simple text confirming that construction would start the next morning and not a phone call scheduling another one-on-one meeting.

To get his mind of off the beautiful designer, Kurt agreed to taking out Rachel and her boss Gideon for dinner. It was the least he could do for the man that made the meeting with Cooper even possible.

Over the three course meal Gideon only gushed about the brilliance of Cooper and the craftsmanship of Blaine Anderson. Kurt couldn’t argue so instead of trying to get Cooper out of his mind he decided that his time would be better spent getting Patron into his bloodstream. He abandoned his customary glass of wine with dinner and instead asked the waiter for some tequila shots for the three of them. Rachel picked up on Kurt’s mood and added “Make that a double”.

After saying goodbye to Gideon and thanking him fifty more times Kurt spun and turned to Rachel, grabbing her shoulders,

“Listen up, Berry. We are not going home already, I hope you’re ready to dance.”

Rachel beamed up at him with her big drunken eyes and smiled wide before she hailed them a taxi to their favorite bar, Stonewall.
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As the evening went on the liquor kept flowing. Kurt divided his time into dancing with Rachel and dancing with the tall blonde whose name he couldn’t hear over the music. Kurt couldn’t imagine how the night could get any better, but between the drinks he was slamming and the blonde grinding on him, Kurt needed a minute to collect himself. Don’t want to get too sloppy. He stepped outside, the brisk air feeling like a slap in his face. Leaning against the brick wall in the alley right outside of Stonewall, he took out his phone to check his texts. Nothing.

“Is that your boyfriend?” said a low, familiar voice.

Kurt startled and looked up to see Blaine Anderson standing right in front of him looking down at Kurt’s phone.
“OH no, I wasn’t texting any--”

“I meant inside. Is that your boyfriend you’re all over on the dancefloor? The blonde with the Zoolander face?” Blaine interrupted.

Kurt smiled and detected a hint of jealousy in Blaine’s voice. “He may be. What’s it matter to you?”

Blaine looked up and stared right into Kurt’s eyes. “It doesn’t matter to me in the slightest,” He reached forward with one arm, wrapping it around Kurt’s waist and pulled him close while pushing both of their bodies against the brick wall. Their mouths collided and Kurt felt his mind swimming with drunken thoughts and knew that he wouldn’t be saying goodnight to the blonde guy inside.

The cab ride was a blur. Grabby hands and crashing mouths. Kurt vaguely remembered Blaine paying the driver and before he knew it he was at his front door, fumbling to get his keys out of the pocket in his too-tight jeans. As he was slipping the key into the lock he felt Blaine behind him, right behind him, breathing deeply. He reached around to cup Kurt’s bulge,

“This is mine tonight-” he whispered in a deep voice that went straight to Kurt’s dick.

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Once inside, Kurt turned around to shut the door and was immediately pushed against it. Blaine had him pinned with one arm on his hip and the other behind his neck. Kurt was almost scared, but then Blaine spoke,

“I need to know you want this. That you want me.”

“I-yes, of course. I want it-”

“Not it Hummel, I know you want to fuck, the question was if you want me. Do you want me or are you just a slut for Andersons?”

Immediately Kurt knew what this was. A rivalry between successful, handsome brothers that he was more than happy to be in the middle of. He spoke in a breathy, low voice,

“I want you, Blaine. Now.”

Baine spun Kurt back around towards him, a satisfied and dark grin on his face. Kurt then took control and pushed the younger brother into kitchen.
“The kitchen, really?” Blaine questioned.

“I just want you to be comfortable” Kurt teased.

Blaine lifted Kurt and sat him on the countertop. Kurt took note of how easy it looked for Blaine to pick him up. Fuck he’s strong. Blaine unzipped Kurt’s jeans, while Kurt took care of his shirt. Realizing he was very close to being naked while the other man was fully dressed caused Kurt to sit back for a second.

“Strip,” he demanded

Blaine took a step back, and took his time peeling away his clothes, never breaking his stare. Kurt was in awe of what he was seeing. Blaine certainly had a smaller frame than he did, but fuck he was strong. Every part of his body looked dense, defined, and like it needed to be worshiped at once.

Kurt hopped off the counter and dropped to his knees in an instant. He wrapped his mouth around the beautiful cock in front of him and moaned, while taking it as deep as he could. Blaine threw his head back in appreciation,

“F-fuck Kurt, take it, baby, oh my god, fuck”

Kurt was pleased to find out Blaine was a talker, his last boyfriend was the quieter type. Trying to elicit more sounds out of him, Kurt moved his free hand up to Blaine’s balls. Blaine hands flew immediately to grab Kurt’s hair,

“Mmm-fuck, I could watch you do this forever, such a little slut for my cock aren’t you?”

Kurt continued and continued until he felt Blaine’s hand move from his hair to under his chin. Kurt looked up and released Blaine with a POP.

Blaine pointed to his jacket on the floor and nodded. Kurt pulled out a small bottle of lube from inside the pocket and held it up for Blaine to grab. Instead of taking the bottle though, Blaine reached for Kurt’s arm and lifted him up, grabbing his waist and putting him back on the counter in one motion.

Kurt licked his lips and then coated Blaine’s fingers with the lube. Blaine bit at Kurt’s neck and then pressed his body flush against Kurt’s while circling his finger at his rim. Kurt took in a deep breath as Blaine inserted one finger slowly,

“Relax, baby. I’m going to take care of you tonight. Better than my brother would, I promise.”

Kurt saw the bait and took it, “I don’t know Blaine-” keeping a straight face with Blaine’s finger buried in his ass was proving difficult, “-I bet Cooper would fuck me senseless,”

Blaine’s eyes went wild and he added a second finger, deliberately stroking Kurt’s prostate, making his eyes shut and head fly back. The noises Kurt made were obscene and echoed off the kitchen walls.

“C’mon Blaine, prove to me I picked the right brother. Fuck me right”

Blaine slipped out his fingers and grabbed Kurt’s waist lifting him up and spinning him around to bend him over the countertop. Kurt couldn’t believe that this was happening in his kitchen. The kitchen that was to be remodeled the next day. It’s really going out with a bang.

Blaine placed a hand on Kurt’s back, holding him down as he lined up with his ass.

“You’re going to get exactly what you’ve wanted, Hummel. You filthy-”

Kurt roared so loudly as Blaine bottomed out, withdrew, and slammed back into him.

“-cockslut. Look at you take it. You’re mine, Kurt.”

Kurt continued to scream out in pleasure, he couldn’t remember being fucked this hard in his entire life. Blaine was mercilessly screwing him into oblivion. Kurt reached down to grab his own straining erection, but Baine noticed,

“Baby- no, I’ll let you come, just wait.”

Kurt whined in protest, but Blaine just angled his hips so that every thrust was dragging at Kurt’s prostate, driving him insane. Blaine felt his orgasm throughout his entire body, washing over him, and making him feel a mix of sober awareness and drunken bliss at the same time. The feeling alone of Blaine’s come filling up his ass was enough to send Kurt over the edge. He shot come up his stomach and felt his knees go weak under him.

Blaine caught him as he was sliding to the floor and supported him against the counter and turned him so they were facing. Blaine then slowly bent and licked the come from Kurt’s stomach, working his way back to Kurt’s mouth. Blaine pushed his tongue into Kurt’s mouth, letting him taste himself, which Kurt never knew that he would love to do. Blaine then moved his mouth to whisper in Kurt’s ear,

“That has to be the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.”