Kurt hesitated before his nodded his head quickly. “With all my heart,” he replied.

Satisfied with Kurt's reply, Blaine's hand that was on Kurt's throbbing cock slid down until it was pressed lightly against his hole. Kurt sucked in a breath, waiting for it to just happen. Blaine's free hand reached into his nightstand and withdrew a tube of lube. He took his hand away from Kurt's clenched hole and spread lube around his finger, and then put his finger back to Kurt's hole. Blaine leaned his head back down so that his lips were on Kurt's neck just as Kurt sucked in a breath from how cold the lube felt.

Kurt was breathing fast and heavy, his cock suddenly throbbing all the more. He whined and as if Blaine read Kurt's mind, Blaine pushed his finger into the hole, feeling all the muscles clench around in finger. Kurt bit down on his lip, determined not to yell out in the sudden sting. “You are so tight, Kurt. Makes me what you all the more,” whispered Blaine. “Your so sexy...”

Kurt let out another whimper, loving the way Blaine was speaking to him. He soon moaned loudly as he felt Blaine beginning to pump his finger in and out of Kurt after a long moment of just keeping his finger that was inside Kurt still. It wasn't as painful as Kurt had expected it to be. Really, it was more of a foreign and stinging feeling than the pain Kurt was accustomed to from the Neanderthals. But he soon recognized the pleasing feeling. “More,” was all Kurt could manage saying.

Blaine added a finger as his lips sucked on Kurt's tender skin. Soon enough, he had three fingers pumping inside and out of Kurt's hole. Blaine crooked his fingers just as they nudged against that spot he was searching for. Kurt sucked in a breath as his hands were clutching the bedspread, letting out a series of moans, making Blaine want him more and more by each moan.

When Blaine felt he was ready enough, he withdrew his fingers slowly, causing Kurt to let out whine from the loss of contact. “Are you ready, sweetheart?” Blaine asked in a whisper.

Kurt kept his eyes closed as he nodded his head quickly.

“Are you sure?” asked Blaine, stripping out of his boxers as he soon enough wrapped lube around his hardened length and positioned it at Kurt's hole. It was all happening so fast, but Kurt wasn’t one to complain about things like this. Especially when it came to dealing with Blaine.

Kurt nodded his head, looked up at Blaine as he bit his bottom lip fiercely.

And with that, Blaine pushed inside of Kurt, causing Kurt to suck in a breath and hiss, soon moaning long and loud. “Oh my God, Blaine!” he exclaimed.

Blaine stopped when he felt he was in enough, waiting for Kurt to beg for him to start moving. “Fuck, Kurt! You feel so damn good!” Blaine replied. His eyes were clenched shut as he focused on the feeling of being deep inside Kurt.

When the stinging subsided and the craving for Blaine to begin pumping in and out of him replaced it, he whined and moaned. “Blaine, move, please,” he begged.

Blaine loved hearing Kurt beg for him to do something. It was cute, sexy, hot, and another major turn-on for him. So just as Kurt had begged, Blaine began bucking his hips, pushing in and out enough with a simple rhythm. Blaine rolled his head back as he gripped Kurt's hips. “You feel so good...” Blaine's tip hit against his prostate enough to cause a louder moan to come from Kurt.

Kurt needed more friction with his throbbing cock. Blaine knew everything too well as his hand gently gripped at Kurt’s length, pumping it in time with the rhythm of his hips. It wasn’t long before Kurt's body soon shuddered as he came all over the bed, Blaine just pulling out of Kurt to come as well, his hand pumping his own cock until he felt empty enough and satisfied. The two breathed heavily as Blaine's body collapsed over top of Kurt's. Never had he felt this connected with another human being before. Never had he felt this much during sex before.

“I love you so much,” murmured Blaine.

Kurt caught his breath and pressed his lips to Blaine's. “I love you most,” he replied with an exhausted smile.

Kurt walked into school Monday, his ass still sore from what went on Friday. Carole asked and believed Kurt when he told her that his stomach had been upset and he had been running to the bathroom a lot. And when Finn asked, Kurt just told him not to ask...even though he already did. Kurt put his hand up to Finn in a talk-to-the-hand sort of way.

Kurt knew he was walking suspiciously. Just by the fact he was being careful with how he walked and how much stinging he felt whenever he did walk. He got up to his locker and took out his French book only to find a body leaning against the locker over. It was Chris.

He was smirking. “So, who'd you lose your V-Card to?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest in a I'm-so-cool way.

Kurt rolled his eyes and closed his locker. “I didn't lose my virginity,” lied Kurt.

Chris scoffed. “Yeah, sure. Then explain why you're walking like you've been fucked in the ass for the first time. And what happened to hanging out this weekend anyways?”

Kurt had never heard Chris cuss and joke around in the same sentence before. It was weird. “My stomach was really upset this weekend. I got sick,” lied Kurt.

Chris gave him a tired-looking face with a raised eyebrow. “Lies.”

Kurt shook his head and started heading down the hall to make his way to his French class. “Wait, so, that pretty much means you're gay, right?” asked Chris.

Kurt stopped and turned his head to Chris, his eyebrows pushed together. “I've been gay, Chris.”

Chris shrugged his shoulders in an innocent way. “Just checking.”

Kurt turned back around and began walking again. “I thought you knew when we first met since you called me 'cutie' and all.”

Chris laughed. “I was trying to find out...guess I just wasn't sure,” he said in a hey-calm-down way. “So are you going to tell me who he is?”

Kurt sighed and stopped. “Oh my God, Chris.”

Chris sighed and looked away from Kurt. “You made me feel like you were my best friend. But I thought best friends were supposed to tell eachother everything and not lie. I know how it goes, Kurt. You have a boyfriend. My chances of trying to get with you are ruined, I know.” And with that, Chris turned around to head to his locker. “See you in class,” he murmured in a suddenly pissed-off way.

Kurt sighed and turned around to see Chris walking to opposite direction. He really didn't like this situation he was in.

“Glee, I would like you to welcome my new assistant, Miss. Morenson,” said Blaine as he motioned to Elizabeth who was now walking through the doorway.

This was the second time Kurt had seen her since he saw her grading papers in the auditorium. She looked all the more beautiful. He heard Puck suck in a breath as he looked over and saw Puck cupping hand over his mouth, hearing a faint “holy shit”.

Kurt rolled his eyes and looked back over at Elizabeth.

“Hi guys,” Elizabeth said.

Everyone gave her a short and simple warm welcoming. “Now, Miss Morenson's going to sing for you guys so you guys can get a general idea of the addition to our Glee Club,” announced Blaine, who now sat at the piano and began playing.

When the song was done and over with, the group got to their feet and clapped...well, all except for Kurt and Rachel. Whose mouths were dropped opened and eyes widened. Elizabeth had talent...far more than Rachel or even anyone else in the room had. Kurt and Rachel exchanged a jealous look.

Blaine's back crashed into a wall. “Get off of me!” Blaine warned.

Elizabeth ignored Blaine's please as she wrapped her arms around Blaine's neck and pressed her lips to his, moving her lips against his so hard that it made it seem as if he was kissing her back. He tried shaking his head and he tried to pull her away, but this woman was strong for being a female and looking so fragile.

They were the only ones left on the auditorium stage, being that the rest of the Glee Club left to go home and do whatever it is that they do when they go home during the beginning of the week. He whined in the kiss, begging for her to stop. This was just too wrong. He felt so disgusted.

Kurt closed his locker, remembering that he forgot to tell Blaine about how he would be out of town Friday through Tuesday being that he's being forced to visit his grandparents in Kentucky. He hurried on over to the choir room to see if Blaine would be, somehow, there. When he found he wasn't, he sighed and thought he should check the auditorium. He walked down the hall and stopped at the opened door to the figures standing pressed together beside the row of auditorium seats just before the stairs that led on the stage.

Kurt's heart stopped as he put his hand to his mouth and his eyes widened. His vision became blurry as he turned around and moved over a bit so that his back pressed against the row of lockers behind him and he sunk down to the floor. Kurt just sat there, frozen after what he had just seen. He couldn't find the urge to move his legs to get up off of the dirty school's floor, the auditorium door opened beside him. His new designer pants would need extra TLC when he'd wash them tonight, but he didn't care right now.

After what he had given to Blaine...after what he had let Blaine do, Blaine had just went around and lied to Kurt. Nothing was wrong? Then why the fuck was Blaine making out with Elizabeth?

Tears spilling over his eyelids and down his cheeks to fall against his black vest. This just wasn't a good day.

A sob erupted from his throat loud enough to echo through the whole entire school, causing him to feel as if he just got caught. He hurried to his feet just as his messenger bag slipped off of his shoulder and fell to the floor with a loud thud that also echoed through the school. Another sob broke from his throat as he reached down and grabbed at his fallen bag with shaky hands.

“Kurt?” a voice called, echoing from the auditorium, coming closer and closer.

He sobbed two more hiccups and wiped his running nose on his sleeve as he hurried down the hall towards the doors that led out to the parking lot. He needed to be away from here. Anywhere but here. “Kurt! Wait” he heard Blaine yell down the hall.

Kurt shook his head and busted through the front door and hurried into the parking lot to his car. He took out his keys, dropped them, scorned himself, and picked them up as he unlocked his car door. He flung his body inside and started the car just as he glanced up to see Blaine's rushing down the front stairs that sat before the school's front doors. He put his car in reverse and drove home.