Kurt begrudgingly cut a check and paid the technician from All Service Glass after the man finished replacing the glass in the door. The guy showed up super fast, and Kurt had to admit, he did exceptional work. The new plate of glass looked identical to the old one, except for the omission of the name Hummel Tires and Lube. Kurt would have to add that later on.

"Thanks again, kid," Charles, the same service man who repaired their door before, said, taking Kurt’s check with a crooked smile. "Maybe you should keep me on speed dial. Three more, and you get a ten percent off coupon."

"Thanks," Kurt said with a flat, humorless grin. "I'll keep that in mind."

Blaine put his arms around his boyfriend’s waist as they watched Charles load his tools into his truck, climb in, and pull away.

"Kurt, sweetheart, you've got to call your dad and tell him," Blaine said.

"No, Blaine." Kurt turned in his boyfriend's embrace and looped his arms around his neck. "I am not going to interrupt the first vacation my dad has had in years over a broken window."

"I'm not talking about the window," Blaine said, serious. "I'm talking about the threat."

Kurt heaved a heavy sigh. He knew what Blaine meant. He just wanted to avoid talking about it.

"What is that going to accomplish, Blaine? Is he going to rush home just to have the police tell us there's nothing they can do?" Kurt dropped his head on his shoulders and gazed up at the sky, hoping to find an answer somewhere among the clouds. "No," Kurt said. "There has to be something we can do."

Blaine brought Kurt’s face back down to his and kissed him, sweeping his tongue inside Kurt's mouth, seizing the chance to taste him. He hummed along Kurt's lips before pulling away to gaze into eyes that seemed to reflect the sky. Wheels in his head turned, thoughts and ideas churning, some of them insane, but others…completely possible. One in particular so perfect, he wondered why he didn’t think about it before. He bit his lip and grinned at Kurt.

"You know, I think I might have an idea," Blaine laughed, a hint of mischief in his voice.

"Actually," Kurt said with a wicked grin, "I think I may have an idea, too."

                 
Kurt sucked ruthlessly around Blaine's cock; his mouth hot and wet, sinful as he experimented with a new technique. His head bobbed up and down at a fantastic pace as Blaine squirmed beneath him.

"Kurt...darling..." Blaine panted. "This was an excellent idea...but ho-ow...ohmyGod...how does this solve our problem?"

Kurt pulled away briefly.

"I said I had an idea" - Kurt's lips pressed to the shaft of Blaine's cock sent shivers over Blaine's body when he spoke - "I never said it had anything to do with my problem." Kurt blinked up into Blaine's wrecked face. "Actually...it solves one of my problems..."

Kurt sank his mouth over Blaine again and sucked up hard, and Blaine groaned loudly, arching his back against the chair and pulling at the binds on his wrists.

As soon as they had gotten to Blaine's house, Kurt dragged Blaine to his room, stripped his boyfriend of all his clothes, sat him in a chair, and tied his wrists behind his back. Then Kurt dropped to his knees and wrapped his lips around Blaine's cock, sucking him off until Blaine was nearly incoherent.

"Kurt?" Blaine tossed his head from side to side, biting the inside of his cheek in an effort not to cum. "Would you...can I..."

"Fuck my mouth?" Kurt asked.

Blaine sighed into a smile. "Where has my adorable baby penguin gone?" he laughed. Kurt stood up, ghosting over Blaine's lips with his own as he reached behind the chair to untie Blaine's wrists.

"I'm still here," Kurt said sweetly, nibbling on Blaine's lip. "I think you just bring out a bigger animal in me." Kurt growled as he claimed Blaine's lips, working through the knots in the ties and pulling them loose. As soon as Blaine felt his wrists spring free, he leapt on Kurt, pulling him over to the bed and laying him down his back.

"Is this okay?" Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear, sucking gently on his earlobe.

"You know it is." Kurt smiled.

It turned Blaine on so much that his boyfriend trusted him not to hurt him, not to go too far down his throat and ruin his voice. Blaine felt like he was being trusted with the most precious thing Kurt had...besides his heart.

Blaine positioned himself kneeling above Kurt, threading his fingers into Kurt's chestnut hair. Kurt took Blaine's length back into his mouth. Blaine tightened his grip on Kurt's hair and began to move, slowly at first, letting Kurt adjust to Blaine’s cock moving in and out between his lips, barely teasing Kurt's throat. Blaine squeezed his eyes shut and moaned.

"Oh, God, Kurt. That's it, darling."

Kurt never shut his eyes when Blaine did this. Kurt loved to watch his boyfriend's strong, muscular legs poised above him, loved to watch the curve of his abdominal muscles as they contracted and relaxed. Blaine's extraordinary control was the biggest turn-on for Kurt - the way Blaine cradled Kurt's head in his hand while managing to take only shallow thrusts so as not to hurt Kurt.

Kurt was achingly hard, his erection crowded in his skinny jeans, but he opted not to stroke himself. Instead, he danced his fingers over Blaine's skin, massaging his thighs and exploring his body. Kurt heard Blaine gasp at his touch, felt Blaine heavy against his tongue, tasted him as he filled his mouth.

"Just like that," Blaine whimpered as Kurt curled his tongue over Blaine's shaft. "Suck harder, darling. You know what I like."

Kurt loved listening to Blaine talk to him, loved the desperation in his voice. Blaine was such a mass of contradictions. He could be so bashful and shy when they were alone together. Mostly, though, he was like this - sexy, confident, not ashamed to ask for what he wanted, and always showering Kurt with praise.

"Your mouth is so hot and wet for me, darling," Blaine rambled. Kurt felt Blaine's grip on his hair tighten, saw Blaine's legs tremble, and he knew Blaine was close. Kurt brought his hands up to Blaine's thighs, creeping steadily to his ass. Parting Blaine's cheeks, his finger circled his entrance with one gentle finger. Kurt had yet to try fingering Blaine, but just this light touch was enough to push Blaine over.

"Oh, Kurt," Blaine moaned softly as he came down Kurt's throat, his hand gripping Kurt's hair to the point of becoming almost painful. "Oh, Kurt...oh, Kurt...Kurt..." Kurt continued the tiny circles with his finger until he felt Blaine's body go still, and his cock go soft in his mouth. Kurt swallowed around Blaine as he came. When Blaine pulled out and lay beside Kurt, Kurt took in a sharp gulp of air, a little dizzy, but mostly elated.

Blaine heard Kurt breathe in, and quickly gathered him in his arms.

"Are you okay, love?" Blaine asked, examining Kurt's face, eyes wide with worry. "Did I hurt you?  You couldn't breathe? It sounded like you couldn't breathe..."

Kurt cut Blaine off with a demanding kiss, opening his mouth and caressing Blaine's tongue. Blaine could taste himself in his boyfriend's mouth - salty and bitter, undeniably erotic. Blaine pulled Kurt into his arms and continued to chase that taste, until he felt Kurt smile against his lips.

"I'm fine," Kurt giggled when Blaine finally let him pull away. Kurt kissed the bridge of Blaine's nose.

"I love that," Blaine admitted bashfully.

"I know you do," Kurt said, returning Blaine's bashful smile.

"You have the most incredible mouth," Blaine said, kissing Kurt's lips, a light brush of skin against skin, Blaine's breath tickling the corner of Kurt’s mouth. "And you have the best ideas."

Kurt nipped Blaine's chin. "Now, what about your plan?"

Blaine looked vaguely confused as he gazed into his boyfriend's eyes.

"Oh...right." Blaine didn't divulge the details, just flipped Kurt over on the bed and grabbed his cell phone off the bedside dresser. Kurt watched as Blaine found a number in his contacts and selected it, then waited while the phone rang.

"Hey, Santana." Blaine laid on his side, and Kurt curled up in his arms, licking small circles over the skin of his neck. "Do me a favor, will ya? Could you call every one and have them meet over at my house in an hour?"

Kurt stripped off his shirt while Blaine watched, then pressed his chest up against Blaine's so he could feel Kurt against him, skin on skin. Blaine's eyelids fluttered shut again. Kurt didn't pay attention to what Santana said, but Blaine responded, "I don't know. Do you want to make some Dalton boys cry?"

Silence.

"We'll be there in an hour," Kurt heard Santana giggle over the line. Blaine put a hand on Kurt's ass and pulled his boyfriend against him, noticing Kurt's tremendous, neglected hard-on push against his thigh.

"Uh..." Blaine backpedaled, "better make that two hours." Blaine smiled smugly at Kurt. "I have a favor to repay."

"Wanky," Kurt heard Santana exclaim with a low growl. "See ya later, Anderson." Blaine tossed his phone over the side of the bed and on to the floor as he attacked Kurt's jeans, peeling them with practiced ease off Kurt's legs.

Kurt loved how Blaine picked him up and moved him around as if he weighed almost nothing. Blaine rolled onto his back, pulling Kurt on top of him, maneuvering Kurt so that he straddled his chest. Blaine put a hand to the small of Kurt's back and tipped him forward, Kurt's cock sliding smoothly into his waiting mouth.

Kurt responded immediately, pushing up onto his knees and arching his back. His hands clamped down on the headboard and when Blaine sucked hard, the headboard shook.

"You are way too good at that," Kurt squeaked when Blaine's tongue circled underneath the head of his cock with a teasing lick. Blaine smiled around Kurt's erection, sucking hard and slow, moving back and forth over him. Kurt gripped the headboard tight, knuckles white with the strain, as he pinched his lip between his teeth.

Kurt looked down to see Blaine's lips stretched over his cock, Blaine's honey-colored eyes gazing up at him. The love, the affection, the adoration, as always took Kurt's breath away. The thought that once he might have chosen to dismiss this boy, regardless of his many charms, broke Kurt’s heart. Now, even though Kurt realized they were still young, with their whole lives ahead of them, he couldn't picture a life without Blaine. He wanted a future where he woke up every day to Blaine's smiling face, looked into Blaine's enchanting eyes peeking at him over a mug of coffee, made love to him every night, and just generally spent his days falling in love with him over and over again.

The thought of a long, happy life with Blaine was so attractive, so alluring, that all it took was Blaine grabbing Kurt by the hips and pulling Kurt into his mouth once, twice, three more times before Kurt came down Blaine's throat with a cry.

"Oh, God! Blaine!"

Blaine swallowed around Kurt's cock, but yelped in surprise when Kurt pulled out quickly and threw himself into his arms.

Blaine smiled, but it faded when he felt Kurt's chest heave slightly, and then shudder.

"Kurt?" Blaine whispered. "Kurt...love...are you crying?"

Kurt didn't want to admit that he was crying, that he was so overwhelmed by his feelings - and embarrassingly enough, an amazing orgasm - that he had burst into tears.

"Blaine?" Kurt's voice quivered as he spoke. "Could you do me a favor?"

"Anything," Blaine said, dancing his fingers down Kurt's back.

"Make love to me tonight?"

Blaine's breath caught in his throat at Kurt’s request - so honest and sincere.

"Of course." Blaine kissed Kurt's forehead. "Whatever you want. Can you tell me why you're upset?"

Kurt sighed against Blaine's chest.

"I don't think I am upset," Kurt admitted. "When I...came" - Kurt's face flushed as he spoke - "I was chasing a dream. A wonderful dream. It was sad to see it end."

Blaine hummed in understanding. "You mean the one where we live happily ever after?" he asked, tracing patterns down Kurt's arms with the pads of his fingers.

"H-how did you know?" Kurt asked in awe, looking into Blaine's shining eyes.

"Because, love" - Blaine placed a kiss in Kurt's hair - "I have the same dream."

The McKinley Crew sat in a circle on the floor of Blaine's living room, seven boxes of partially eaten pizza and dozens of empty cans of soda littering the floor between them. Tina sat in Mike's lap as they ate, and Santana had an arm firmly locked around Brittany, with Puck, Finn, and Sam filling in the gaps. They talked and laughed and ate together, several conversations firing off at once, converging at some point to become the sole topic of conversation, except for Kurt and Blaine, so completely absorbed in each other that many of the jokes aimed at them went over their heads, punchlines fizzling, left unacknowledged. Eyes rolled, but then later darted covertly to watch them with shared smiles for the two boys who had eyes for nothing or no one other than each other. Overall, the McKinley Crew was thrilled for Blaine and Kurt. Most of its members had known Blaine for years, and had seen how much he got a bum rap - bullied, beaten up, abandoned by his parents, and left to fend for himself.

Though Kurt and the crew had gotten off to a rocky start, they could all appreciate his struggles - his dad's heart condition, fighting so hard to make ends meet, trying to follow a dream that seemed so far out of reach. The McKinley Crew agreed that even though it seemed like Kurt was Dalton's main target, it was up to the whole group to bring this rivalry to an end.

"As much as I love free food," Santana smirked, "can we get this party started? It reeks of sex in this house."

Kurt frowned in confusion. "How can that be?" he asked innocently. "We haven't done anything down here yet."

Blaine snickered as he kissed Kurt's neck.

"Because, Lady Face," Santana grimaced, "it's clingy. It's a clingy smell."

"Guys," Finn whined, recoiling. "Can we not? I would really rather not picture this."

"So," Puck said, wiping his mouth with a napkin, preparing to get down to brass tacks, "what are we going to do?"

"Well," Blaine held Kurt tight against him, "I say we go out to Westerville and challenge them to an old-fashioned winner-takes-all race."

"And why do you think Wes will agree to that?" Mike asked. "I mean, what is it that he really wants?"

"Frankly, I think he wants to humiliate me," Blaine replied. "He wants to be top dog, and he thinks making an example of me will get him there."

"But, then why go after Kurt?" Sam asked. "Because you guys are dating?"

"Because Kurt told him to leave Blaine alone," Finn said around a mouthful of pepperoni pizza.

"What?" Kurt said, watching with mild disgust as Finn started in immediately on another slice.

"Remember," Finn said, picking the vegetables off his pizza piece and tossing them onto his napkin, making it about 70% of the time, "when you traded for Blaine's Mustang, you told Wes that if he accepted the trade, he had to leave Blaine alone."

Kurt's jaw dropped.

"Oh my God," Kurt said. "I meant to say us. Leave us alone."

"Loopholes rock!" Sam exclaimed. "I bet you he's, like, on the debate team or something."

"So, what are the stakes of this race going to be?" Santana asked.

"Simple,” Blaine said. “Losers stay off the winner's turf."

"You're taking a big risk, though, aren't you?" Mike said, looking straight at Blaine. "I mean, Dalton hasn't really proven themselves to be very honorable, have they?"

"Aaannnddd," Santana said around Brittany's mouth, pulling away from her kiss, "they've got some cars that are going to be hard to beat."

"That GT-R of Sebastian's," Puck interjected with an appreciative whistle, "can spank any one of us any day of the week."

"Yeah," Blaine said, his voice becoming oddly distant, "but I think I have a plan for that."

Kurt didn't exactly like the sound of Blaine's voice when he said that, but he let it slide as Blaine continued.

"But, we have an advantage that they don't have,” Blaine continued, that worrisome tone gone for the time being. “We're a team. They're just a bunch of alpha males. They don't work together. I think they're kind of falling apart. I don't think their crew is going to survive much longer."

Blaine studied the faces of his crew, making sure they understood.

"Why?" Kurt asked. It was sexy seeing Blaine's mind work. As anxious as Kurt was about this whole situation with Wes and Dalton, watching Blaine be all Master and Commander of his crew was quite the turn-on.

"Well, you have to admit” – Blaine smirked – “Wes has kind of lost it."

The group muttered their agreement.

"Yeah..."

"Hells yeah..."

"Definitely..."

"Psycho..."

"So this is what I propose," Blaine pushed forward. "Tomorrow's Saturday. We take our cars to Kurt's shop and make sure everyone's at 100%. Then we drive up to Westerville in the evening and confront him. I don't think he's going to try and jump the whole gang of us, and with his pride on the line, I'm pretty sure we can get him to race."

The drivers nodded, everyone seeming to be on board.

"And if we lose?" Mike asked.

Blaine swallowed, taking a side-eye glance at Kurt, who really had the most at stake if they didn't win.

"We cross that bridge when we come to it."

Blaine and Kurt had no idea when the rest of the crew knocked off to sleep. Puck had brought beers and some wine coolers, and the gang spent most of the night watching pay per view porn on the TV in the living room. Blaine had no idea where the bills went anymore, so he couldn’t care less what kind of tab they racked up. Especially not when he was locked away in his bedroom, with his perfect boyfriend sitting in his lap, moving up and down over his cock, naked, breathless, eyes locked on his as they made love and watched each other slowly fall apart.