Kurt got through the dinner, his mind still wandering to where Blaine lay, holed up, bruised and bloodied in bed…because of him. Kurt wanted to ask Blaine why he felt such a strong need to protect Kurt, why he had snapped and violently attacked another person, something he knew Blaine did not support, but he was also terrified of what Blaine’s answer might be.

Blaine probably would have shrugged it off as just another effect of Blaine caring about him and their friendship so much. Kurt couldn’t stand to hear rejection from Blaine one more time, and even if it wasn’t coming in a form of actual rejection, the constant slapping on of the “friends” label was rejection enough.

Sure, Kurt knew that he threw the “just friends” bit at Blaine, but he was in a relationship at a time, and now, now Blaine was dating and he was clearly not interested in Kurt. Right?

Dylan turned out to be rather hilarious, which made pushing thoughts of Blaine to the back of his mind, a mildly easier task. By the end of dinner, Kurt made the decision to sleep with Dylan; he had to give it a try.

The best way to get over someone was to get under someone else.

At least that’s what he had heard, and it was high time Kurt really got a move on and found someone who was good for him, who could make him laugh and smile, someone who liked him, and someone who was not in love with someone else.

So far Dylan seemed to meet all his requirements, so a test run in the sack certainly seemed like a good idea.

Dylan had Kurt naked and pressed into the mattress panting, prepared, and begging to be fucked. Dylan obliged Kurt, rolling a condom on quickly and positioned himself at Kurt’s entrance. The older boy pressed the head of his cock into Kurt’s hole; Kurt lifted his hips, pulling Dylan’s cock deeper into him.

Halfway in, Dylan paused and promptly came, collapsing on top of Kurt. He pressed a kiss to Kurt’s lips.

“That was fantastic, thanks,” Dylan whispered.

What the fuck just happened?

Kurt stared at him, confused, his cock still hard as a rock, feeling completely unsatisfied.

“What just happened?” Kurt demanded.

“We just had sex,” Dylan explained as though Kurt were a small child. Kurt’s erection deflated quickly and he slid off Dylan’s bed, pulling his clothes back on.

“That,” Kurt sputtered, staring at Dylan’s bed, “was not sex.”

“Sure it was, I came didn’t I?” Dylan grinned at Kurt. Kurt stared at him in disbelief.

“What are you? Straight?” Kurt bellowed.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you, like half the straight male population, only care about your own pleasure and give no thought to how your partner feels.” Kurt glared at Dylan.

“Hey!” Dylan yelled, defensive. “You certainly seemed to enjoy having my fingers up your ass.”

“Yeah, well I had hoped to enjoy your dick up my ass, but that is apparently not a possibility.”

Dylan blushed and stared at his hands.

“I’m sorry. I just have a small issue with being a little overly sensitive down there and it makes me cum really fast.” Dylan looked as though he were on the verge of tears.

Kurt made his way back to the bed, settling down next to the other boy. He wrapped an arm around Dylan’s shoulders.

“It’s okay. I guess I was a little harsh, but we, we can work on this, together,” Kurt offered. Dylan’s head snapped up, a large grin plastered across the face. Dylan planted a kiss on Kurt’s lips before uttering a rushed ‘thank you’.

Kurt couldn’t believe he was bringing this up with Blaine, but he really needed some advice and he didn’t know whom else to talk to. Kurt had taken to bringing Blaine a medium drip along with his assignments from school each afternoon so that Blaine could keep up with his work throughout his suspension.

They usually hung around in Blaine’s room, sipping their coffee, chatting, and pretending to study until Blaine’s mom would come in and inform them that Blaine’s social hour was up for the day. Blaine, after all, had been suspended. Kurt was surprised at how easily Blaine had gotten off with his parents. If Kurt had been suspended for beating up another student, Kurt would be lucky to have been ungrounded before he was dead.

It was on Wednesday afternoon that it happened. Kurt’s plan to help Dylan had not, thus far, been much of a success, and he needed Blaine’s help.

“Blaine?” Kurt’s voice rang out tentatively. Blaine hummed, not looking up from his history textbook. “I have something really personal I want to ask you, and you can feel free to, to not answer me.”

Blaine set down his textbook, meeting Kurt’s eyes with interest.

“You can ask me anything you want, you know that.” Blaine flashed him a serene look, reassuring Kurt that he really could ask Blaine anything; it still didn’t make his question any easier though.

Kurt’s cheeks flushed before the words even came out of his mouth.

“Have you ever had any issues with getting there a little too quickly?”

“Uhh,” Blaine started, articulately. Kurt saw the questioning look in Blaine’s eyes, not quite judging, but curious. Kurt blushed even more furiously as he realized what Blaine was thinking.

“It’s not me. It’s Dylan and I just; I don’t know what to do. I told him we could, you know, work on it, but it’s not getting any better, and I just thought, in case you had ever…” Kurt didn’t even know how to finish that sentence, so he let it fade along with his voice.

Kurt thought he detected a look of relief flash across Blaine’s face, but it disappeared before he could tell.

“I’m sorry Kurt, but I’ve never really had that problem before.”
“Well what about Trent?”

It was Blaine’s turn to blush.

“It’s not a problem for him either, at least I don’t think it is. I mean, I don’t know, we haven’t even kissed yet so—.”

“Oh.” Kurt thought that Blaine and Trent would have been fucking by now. This meant that the Rachel Berry sexual crisis aside, Blaine was untouched, that thought alone made Kurt’s dick harden just a little bit. Before he had to figure out how to deal with that particular problem though, a curt wrap of knuckles on the door before it swung open announced the end of their discussion, as Kurt now had to leave.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be of more help,” Blaine apologized. Kurt wasn’t so sure that was a bad thing and he gave Blaine a small smile as he left.

Kurt tried to be patient with Dylan, but by that next Thursday they still had not made any progress, if anything, the problem seemed to be worsening with each attempt to fuck. Dylan did slightly better with blowjobs and could usually last a few minutes if Kurt kept his hand firmly at the base of Dylan’s dick.

Kurt was tired of being left frustrated and not even a little bit fucked. He was a teenage boy and he needed to be fucked more than he needed oxygen, which is how Kurt ended up breaking up with Dylan and buying himself a nice sized dildo.

Though the countertenor had blushed furiously during his entire trip at the seedy sex shop, he let out a small sigh of relief when the older, male cashier didn’t card him in favor of attempting to hit on him.

Kurt took a very long shower to get the feel of the clerk’s lecherous eyes roving over his body off him before he settled onto his bed.

Carol and his dad had gone to Chicago for a long weekend as a sort of mini-honeymoon after spending most of what they had on Kurt’s tuition for Dalton and Finn, well, aside from the fact that Finn never came to Kurt’s room, he was also holed up in the basement on a video gaming binge with Puck, so Kurt basically had the house to himself, a fact he was very grateful for as he put his new purchases on the bed beside him.

The dildo was bubblegum pink and claimed to have an insertable length of seven inches. It wasn’t horribly thick, similar to Kurt in fact, though he didn’t dwell on that thought.

He was already hard in anticipation as he slathered the fingers of one hand, spreading his legs as he reached down between his legs, bypassing his dick, and slid over his puckered hole.

He pressed one finger against his opening until it slipped in. It was a somewhat comfortable and familiar feeling and Kurt let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. His finger pressed in deeper until the tip of his finger brushed over his prostate and he moaned at the jolt of pleasure.

Kurt spent the next several minutes losing himself to the sensations as he stretched himself out with three fingers. His breath was coming in short pants, he was close to cumming and he hadn’t even gotten the dildo in yet. He pulled his fingers out and grabbed at the dildo, pouring a decent amount of lube over it, before lowering the pink prick to his hole.

Kurt’s head lolled back as he pressed the dildo in, inch by inch until it was buried in his ass. He let out a low growl as he pulled the dildo almost completely out, before shoving it not so nicely all the way back in.

Yes. This was exactly what he needed.

Well perhaps, not exactly what he needed, what he needed was a warm body thrusting a hot cock into his body, but his new pink friend would have to suffice, for now at least.

Kurt settled back, choosing a nice easy pace, letting his free hand roam down to circle around his cock, and pumping it in time with the thrusts of the dildo in his ass.

While the sensations had been enough for him earlier, his mind fell to fantasies to keep himself going and get him ever closer to the elusive edge of orgasm.

At first images of Cameron fucking him and of him fucking Luke shot across his mind, but he felt significantly dirtier as he remembered how Cam had looked as he fucked, no, made love to Luke while Kurt watched from right next to them. It felt wrong to think about them, too intimate perhaps. Thinking of Dylan would only end in disaster and Kurt was about to move on to one of his stock fantasies of a guy dominating him and fucking him hard into the mattress when an image of Blaine flitted across his mind.

It was from their conversation the previous week, when Blaine had blushed trying to answer Kurt’s sexual question. They hadn’t discussed it again, but that blush and look of innocent curiosity mixed with a hint of arousal sent Kurt’s mind reeling.

He could just imagine the little gasps and moans he could wrench from Blaine. He wondered what Blaine’s cock looked like, a surprisingly popular train of thought of months past, but a subject he hadn’t thought about much recently.

Kurt knew that going down this mental path was not going to help the issue of him getting over Blaine and it certainly didn’t help that Blaine was still dating that Trent fellow, but Kurt didn’t want to think about that.

Instead he chose to think about the look of sheer bliss that would cover Blaine’s face with his dick buried deep in Kurt’s ass. He would wrap his legs around Blaine to bring him that much closer, that much deeper into his body.

He would whine for Blaine to move, to fuck him until he saw stars, and Blaine, perfect, sweet Blaine would give Kurt anything he wanted. Fantasy Blaine rammed his cock hard into Kurt, smashing against his prostate.

Kurt let out a keening moan and ignored the small part of his brain that told him that fantasy Blaine fucking him would never be a reality, he chose to continue his fantasy as long as he could and let his fantasy run rampant.

He imagined Blaine leaning down as his hips continued to pump hard against Kurt. Blaine would lower his mouth to Kurt’s neck, sucking hard on Kurt’s Adam’s apple, so hard it would definitely leave a mark.

Kurt was so close, so close and as he imagined Blaine’s gorgeous hazel eyes meeting his, eyes filled with lust, but also another four-letter emotion that started with 'L' he came hard, his ass clenching down on the dildo and his dick exploding cum all over his stomach.

Kurt was going to need another shower and another idea for getting over Blaine.

Word of Kurt’s break ups always seemed to travel fast around Dalton, which is why Kurt was only mildly surprised when he was asked out by a hot senior named Zach and Kurt agreed to a date on Saturday at Breadstix.

However, when he was pulled into yet another alcove and promptly manhandled, Kurt only let out a small grunt of protest before he realized that he was not being touched by one set of hands, but two. Two identical sets of hands.

Before Kurt knew what was happening, the two boys had created some sort of delicious friction sandwich with Kurt starring as its melted center. Lips kissed over both sides of his neck and Kurt fought back a moan.

Both of the men were ridiculously attractive and had a good three inches on Kurt. They both had strawberry blond hair that was buzzed short, and pretty green eyes. While they were certainly handsome, Kurt didn’t know them and needed to know what was happening, even if he was enjoying it.

“W-what’s going on?” Kurt asked meekly.

“I’m Tony,” said the boy grinding into Kurt’s ass.

“And I’m Drew,” the other boy added, his hand slipping down to grope Kurt through his uniform slacks. “We’re twins, and…”

“We’d like to offer you…” Tony continued.

“A unique opportunity,” Drew finished.