Blaine strolled through the hallways of Mckinley, passing time before the bell rang for lunch period. His face was still swollen from a day ago, two heavy bags under his eyes and a long healing cut across his right cheek. He decided to take a turn past the English hallway and have a long smoke in the second floor boys bathroom, which fortunately was deserted in the afternoon. He started to head up the stairs when he saw Kurt and Quinn standing at the railings, chatting. He walked up to them and gave a loud, hard smack to Kurt's ass, winking at him. "Good afternoon, Hummel." He passed by Quinn with a brush to her shoulder, barely acknowledging her as he passed up the stairs.

"What the hell was that?" Quinn glares at her best friend.

"That," Kurt started, pointing his thumb in the direction that Blaine disappeared into, "was just Anderson being himself. If you didn't notice, he's a very touchy person."

"No." She said coolly. "I don't notice because I try not to notice. Just like he didn't bother with me." Kurt rolls his eyes at her, making Quinn even angrier at him.

"No." He said after seeing the look in her eyes. "You do not get to be angry at me for nothing." He glares at her before pushing his weight off the railing and shrugging his backpack on. "Find my me later when you aren't so pissed off." He storms off towards his locker.

Blaine puffs out a ring of smoke, watching as it simmered away into the open air of the bathroom. He leaned against one of the sinks as he closed his eyes and relaxed his body, placing the cigarette between his lips again and running his fingers through his tangled curly hair. He heard the door swing open, and eyed Puck as his form entered the bathroom.

"Hey." Puck leans against the sink next to Blaine, holding his hand out.

"Hi." Blaine slips a lighter into his hand so he could light up.

"Who rearranged your face?"

"Who else?" Blaine mumbles around the stub.

"What about your neck?"

Blaine looks towards Puck and asks, "What do you mean?" He turns towards the mirror and slips down the collar of his jacket to see a tiny red bit mark near his jaw. "Ah, that was Hummel's doing."

Puck chuckles. "Of course it was, after I left the house I'm guess you came back for a second helping."

"You know me," Blaine smirks, "I'm just a human boomerang. I can't resist an ass like his."

Puck makes a disgusted face and takes a long drag. "Hey," he breathes out, "meet me at football practice after school, quarterbacks having some homecoming shit at his place."

"Will do." The two smoke in silence for the rest of the period, smoke quickly filling up the bathroom and leaving their bodies a blur in the atmosphere.

Kurt sits on the floor in front of his locker not caring about lunch. He'll just make food later to make up for it. When the bell rings, he stays in the same spot leaning his head against the locker underneath his own. People in the school have learned to avoid Kurt so there was a space around him as if he had his own personal bubble. He starts hitting his head lightly against the locker behind him to attempt to stop his wandering mind.

Blaine enters the cafeteria with Puck and a few jersey clad boys from the football team. He notices a couple girls clinging to his arm and he shoos them away, sitting across the bench of the table they settled in and putting his feet. He sees Quinn eating alone as Puck sits aside her and asks, "Where's Hummel?"

"The hell I know." She responds, stabbing her food.

Puck raises an intrigued eyebrow. "Ooh, did you guys get in a cat fight?"

Quinn sighs and sets her fork down, "I-I just. I don't even know. I just got really pissed." Quinn directs that last comment in Blaine's direction.

Puck eyes Blaine, in which the boy chuckles and takes a bite out of his apple. "Please don't tell me I started this. I treat you like shit all the time Fabray."

"Oh I'm not pissed at you ignoring my presence earlier. I really don't care if you like me or not." She glares at Blaine.

"Then what's up your ass?"

Quinn groans before pushing her food aside and laying her head on the table, mumbling, "Everything."

Puck kicks her shin under the table.

"The fuck, Puckerman?!" She yells before she kicks him right back. "Why must you kick me?"

"Ow!" Puck hisses, cursing under his breath as he grabs his leg. "Fuck, I was trying to get your attention, just look under the goddamn table." He reached out a hand under the table with a tiny bag of weed.

She stuffs the bag into her backpack. "And you couldn't have thought of any other way to get my attention?" She sighs before getting up. "Well, I'm going." She says before leaving he cafeteria.

Puck continues to moan and groan about the pain from Quinn's heel digging into his leg. Blaine ignores him and grabs a random cheerio who was sitting beside him, pulling her close so he could press her to his side out of boredom and rest his head into her neck with a heavy, distressed sigh.

Sitting in his same spot, Kurt pulled out his lighter and started to flick it on-and-off before getting bored and leaning back again. He really wants to try to get yesterday out of his mind. He really wants it to be nothing. But he knows it wasn't. Well...it was nothing to Blaine considering the boy had people on him constantly. No. He tells himself. You cannot get jealous of nothing. He sighs then winces from hitting his head a little too hard against the cool metal.

The bell rang dismissing lunch period, and Puck was more than grateful that he could escape Blaine and his little make out session with every god damn cheerio he could get his hands on. He exited the cafeteria and made his way to Spanish down the hallway, before he noticed heeled boots sticking out from the locker row. He spotted Kurt from the blur of students and made his way to sit down next to him against the lockers, turning to him. "What's up, kid?"

"A lot." Kurt sigh, shaking his head. "A lot." He repeats softly. Turning his head to Puck he asks, "What's with Quinn today?"

Puck rolled his eyes. "I have no clue, but between you and her giving me chaste excuses to why you're all depressed, I'd say you're dealing with the same thing. So, I'm going to ask you again, what's up, kid? And this time, tell me the truth."

"Quinn just snapped at me this morning after Anderson smacked my ass. And I have no clue why. To both things." He shrugged, looking across the hallway.

Puck shrugged lightly. "Maybe she's jealous, not of the ass smacking, but maybe she sees those little eyes staring at Blaine more than they do at her."

Kurt scoffs. "I don't stare at anyone longer than needed, Puckerman, and you know that." When Puck gives him a look of disbelief, he shrugs. "I don't stare at him."

Puck starts to laugh, resting his head back against the lockers. "Oh god, Kurt, can't you be honest with yourself for at least a minute? If you only stare at him when its necessary than I'm guessing you find it necessary to memorize each and every single description of his body." He pats Kurt's shoulder. "I mean come on, even Blaine notices it."

"What do you mean?" Kurt sits up a bit. "By both 'memorizing every single description of his body' and Blaine? What the fuck do you mean?"

"Don't you dare play dumb with me." Puck turns and looks at Kurt directly. "Kurt, you gawk at Blaine whenever he walks by, even when you think you're not looking, your eyes are glued to him. Even before you two met under the bleachers I'd see your eyes peeking around the corner of the hallway to look at him at his locker. Face it, Blaine brought it up to me that you stare, he knows."

Have I always been looking? Kurts asks himself. "Have I really?" Kurt asks in a small voice, not sure if he was even directing it at Puck.

Puck nods slowly. "I hate to break it to you, but you have the hots for Anderson. Whether you like it or not."

Kurt slides down some more onto the floor. "But...I can't. I don't--can't like anyone." He corrects himself.

"Yes, you can." Puck gives Kurt a sad look. "Kurt you think you're immune to loving any human being, but you seriously need to come clean to yourself."

"I need to smoke." Kurt says as he gets up and walks into the bathroom, leaving Puck on the floor. Using the sink as an ashtray, Kurt goes through two cigarettes before his body starts to calm down. Lighting up his third one, he sighs, knowing he needs to get to class and hand in his assignments from the day before, but he doesn't move until he's finished off his last drag. Walking to class, he thinks about what Puck said. But can he really be honest with himself?

Blaine relaxes back against the small bench of the locker room, shirtless but remaining

his gym shorts and sneakers. He was much too lazy to take a shower, especially with the boys hogging up every single stall, so he decided to relax until they filed out and he could clean in peace. The bell rang for dismissal, and he watched as everyone left the room, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply as the door shut and he was left in total silence.

Kurt needed to run. He didn't want to go to Scandals and drink, he didn't want to go home and drink, he didn't want to get high. He wanted to run. But seeing as it's January and the track is closed for the season, he decides to use the treadmill being that it's just as good. opening the door to the locker room, he checks around the front in case anyone was there. Seeing no one, he walks over to his gym locker right across the door. When he was done changing, he grabbed his iPod from his backpack, hooked the headphones in, locked up everything, and walked back out the door to the weight room.

Blaine's eye peeked open as the door to the locker room shut closed, and he lifted up his head to peer around one of the lockers. "Puck?"

Out of breath and slightly weak-needed, Kurt walks back into the locker room, needing a shower. Unlocking his gym locker, he takes out his clothes and towel, singing softly to Kate Nash with his headphones still in his ears.

Blaine slipped off the bench and started to walk around, hearing blasting music and a soft voice humming along. He peered around at the locker row nearest the showers and chuckled as he saw none other than Kurt Hummel at his locker. He sneaked up behind him and grabs his waist. "Gotcha." He shouts into his ear.

Kurt lets out a yelp at the touch. Turning around he yanks out one of the buds out of his ear, Savages now playing through them, screaming, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Blaine snickered, holding his hands up innocently. "Just playin around with you, Hummel."

"Like that fucking matters." Kurt glares at the other boy before turning around and closing up his locker. "Now if you excuse me." He says as he tries to get around Blaine.

"Woah, woah." Blaine grabs Kurt's wrist and pulls him back. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Well seeing as I just came back from running and I'm all sweaty," Kurt responds thoughtfully, "I'd say I'm going to take a shower." He rolls his eyes before trying to jerk his wrist away from Blaine's grip. "Let go of me." He practically growled at the other boy when he didn't let go.

Blaine rolled his eyes and pulled Kurt close, letting his hot breath blow against Kurt's face. "What the fuck is your problem." His tone was almost ominous. "Stop acting like a little bitch and tell me what your problem is all of a sudden."

"'All of a sudden'?" Kurt repeats, laughing. "Really? 'All of a sudden'?" Kurt gives him a stern look. "Now, please, let me go. I'd rather not be here longer than needed right now."

Blaine shook his head and grabbed Kurt by his shirt, pressing him up against one of the lockers. "First you're grinding down on me and begging for me to take my clothes off, and now you're just being moody. What's up your ass?"

"And why the fuck does it matter to you when it comes to how I act?" Kurt glares down at him again. "I don't see any attachment between us. Except for maybe your hand on my shirt."

"Ah..." Blaine allows Kurt to walk away. "So you're all pissy because of your big fat crush on me huh? You're jealous because you're not the only ass I'm getting. Don't pretend you're a hard rock to crack when you're not, you're just as weak on the outside as you are on the inside."

"Excuse me?" Kurt turns around. "You don't know shit." He says walking closer to Blaine. "You don't know anything. So stop acting like you do." Standing in front of the other boy, Kurt traps him, putting his arms on either side of Blaine's head. "Especially when it comes to me."

Blaine was not amused as their faces neared each other, and Kurt's had an expression of rage. He folded his arms and leaned in close so their noses bumped. "I know everything about you." He whispers. "I know that you cry yourself to sleep every night, because you come to school with bags under your eyes. I know your sensitive on the inside, which is why you pretend you're invincible on the outside. And I know this, you walk around like you have the worst life possible, well guess what Hummel?" He slammed the locker with his fist and shouted in his face. "You don't! So stop fucking acting like a pity party and grow some balls!"

"Oh, yes!" Kurt shouts back, arms flinging out. "You've got me. I think that I'm more important than everyone around me! That no one else has fucking problems! Well guess, what Anderson?" His arms fall back down. "I'm not the person that you just fucking said I am. Alright?" He says backing up. "You know what? Fuck taking a shower. Fucking being here. Fuck you." He nearly shouts again.

"Fuck you." Blaine growls low in his chest and grabs Kurt by his shirt again and presses him against the lockers, pinning his wrists above him and pressing their bodies together. "Isn't this what you want Kurt?" He shouts. "I know you fucking want me, but you're so damn stubborn. Why don't you just tell me the truth for once instead of forcing me to listen to your damned excuses."

"I do not want you." Kurt says, looking into Blaine's eyes. "What about you, hmmm? What about you wanting me? Why else you keep me from leaving? From all the other shit you've done?"

Blaine chuckled with dark humor. "What shit. You mean letting you borrow my jacket? Giving you weed? Dancing with you and cuddling with you? You may think I'm an ass, but you're just ignorant." He stares into his eyes and huffs. "I liked you because I thought you were true to yourself, but now I realize you're just too much of a pussy to get what you want."

Kurt gives another hard glare. "I'm ignorant?" He lets out a humorous laugh. "That's fucking precious."

Blaine just looked into Kurt's eyes. "Tell me the truth. Tell me."

"There's many truths to be told, Anderson." Kurt tells him, coming even closer to him. "But the one that you're thinking of," He comes in and whispers into Blaine's ear, "that's not a truth."

Blaine smiled and whispered right back into Kurt's ear. "That's a lie." He presses his lips to Kurt's cheek and whispers again, "Now tell me the real truth."

"There is nothing to tell, Anderson." He growls.

Blaine cupped Kurt's cheek and tilted his head up. "You're a dirty liar. A dirty, naughty liar. Go take your shower, I'm sure the only fuck you'll get now is the slip of your cock in your fist." He spat.

"Oh yes. Because all I'm ever looking for is a fuck." Kurt rolls his eyes before pushing Blaine off of him.

Blaine suddenly holds onto the back of Kurt's shirt and spins him around, crashing their lips together harshly as he winds his arms around his waist tightly.

Grabbing ahold of the front of Blaine's shirt, Kurt manages to tug him closer. Biting down on the other boy's bottom lip, he pulls back before releasing it and going back to kiss his lips.

Blaine walks Kurt backwards to press him up against the lockers before he attacked his mouth. Kissing him hungrily while he cradled Kurt's face and pinned himself against the brunette.

Kurt lets out a low moan moving from Blaine's mouth to the sensitive skin to give small nips against the area. Kurt moves his mouth downwards along Blaine's neck, sucking and biting the way down and back up.

Blaine's breathing became heavy as Kurt's soft lips trailed down his jaw to his neck, and the brunette's name slipped his lips as his teeth nibbled on his skin, the throbbing delicious with pleasure and pain mixed in. His hand trailed up to grasp at the locks of his hair and tug.

Moaning from his name coming out of Blaine's mouth, Kurt goes back up to the boy's lips, licking the seam of Blaine's lips before slipping his tongue into his mouth.

Blaine wouldn't allow Kurt to dominate the kiss long before he tangled both their tongues and sucked onto Kurt's, breaking from the kiss with a wet 'smack' to start unbuckling Kurt's jeans while peppering kisses to his jaw. He managed to undo the boys pants so they'd fall down to his feet, and he slid his hand into Kurt's boxer briefs to grab the base of his cock and growl into his ear. "What do you want." It wasn't a question, it was a demand.

Kurt's head clunked against the metal of the lockers. "You," he mewled, hips automatically bucking into the tight fist Blaine had around his length. Blaine ripped his boxers down at that point, and Kurt, cheeks flushed from ear to ear, stepped out of his clothes to leave him bottomless while Blaine unzipped his jeans and took himself out of his boxers, pants pooling to his ankles. Two hands grabbed Kurt's legs, and a rough voice rasped out, "Jump," in which he complied and wrapped both of his long slender legs around Blaine's waist. He couldn't even waste a second freaking before Blaine spat into the palm of his hand, rubbed the saliva up and down his length and aligned himself with Kurt's entrance. "You're a pain in my fucking ass." He pushed right into Kurt with a loud grunt and hissed, "But now it's my turn."

Kurts loud cry was silence by Blaine's lips, and he whimpered into their sloppy kisses as Blaine started to erratically thrust into him, feeling like fire and ice in his veins as Blaine ripped him apart with his -fairly large- cock. His nails dug into Kurt's thighs as with each thrust he slammed him into the wall, and Kurts cried only grew more higher in octave as Blaine ripped him apart with each buck of his hips. Once he felt himself finally stretch around Blaine's girth, and his arms wrapped tightly around Blaine's neck and his head slumped to his shoulder, Blaine's thrusts only grew more wild, slamming up into Kurt with harsh force, moaning loudly as he slid in and out of Kurt's heat with barely an ease as he fucked him bare. The boy's shrieks of pleasure was only music to his ears, and pushed into him deeper and deeper, tearing through his walls until Kurt released a scream that echoed throughout the fantastic acoustics of the room.

"Blaine-...ah, ah, Blaine! Please!" Kurt could barely form words as pleasure overcame his body, a knot inside of him being slammed into with great force. His hands started to pull harshly at Blaine's hair. "Blaine!"

Blaine's hips started bucking erratically, grabbing Kurt and tilting them at a different angle so each time he pulled back and shoved back inside Kurt he'd hit his prostate, groaning aloud as his hair was nearly ripped out with Kurt's grip. "Fucking hell.." He moaned loudly, and shoved up against Kurt's prostate again, and with no warning in his arms Kurt's cock, which was pressed between their stomachs, throbbed until he came over both of them, and a breathless gasp and a shriek told Blaine he had came. He thrusted into Kurt shallowly, letting the cry of Kurt tilt him over the edge, and he came inside of Kurt with a low drawled out moan, pushing inside him and holding him against his body as his hips bucked from the aftershocks.

Kurt leans his head back against the locker, heavy breaths coming out of his mouth. He pats on Blaine's arm after a couple of moments of trying to catch his breath. Letting out a soft hiss from the loss of Blaine inside of him, he carefully unwraps his legs from around Blaine's waist. Grabbing his boxers and pants, he carefully pulls them back on. Scrunching up his nose as he looks down at his shirt, he takes a look at Blaine's. "I have an extra shirt if you want it." He informs him with a rough voice.

"I'm intrigued at how quickly you collect yourself." Blaine tugs off his shirt. "Gimme."

Kurt rolls his eyes before stripping his own shirt and tossing it on the floor. "Well someone doesn't know their manners." He says as he opens his locker and hold out a shirt. "No no." Kurt pulls the shirt back by him when Blaine grabs for it.

Blaine narrowed his eyes. "I'm not sure whether to say please or to suck your dick...I have a bit of dilemma of how I'm going to receive this shirt..."

"Really?" Kurt deadpans. "Didn't I just mention your lack of manners?" He asks, tossing the shirt in Blaine's direction before turning around and grabbing another shirt for himself.

Blaine caught it mid-toss with a smile. "Well, Kurt, it's very polite to suck the dick of a man who gifts you."

"Of course it is." He responds, sound slightly muffled from the material of the shirt as he pulls it over himself.

Blaine tugs the shirt over his head and grimaces at how the hem drooped below his waist.

When Kurt turns back around, he can't help but to chuckle at the length of the shirt, earning a glare. "Come on. I need a smoke. I owe you one." Kurt says, pulling his worn out flannel on over his shirt and stuffing his dirty clothes in a bag before stuffing them into his backpack.

Blaine murmured, "yeah, yeah, yeah," already making his way out of the locker room with a sly remark. "You're just jealous of my girlish figure." He tucks the shirt into his jeans before pushing open the door to the locker room and immediately taking out a cigarette and a lighter.

"Oh yes. Because it's not like I have one." Kurt retorts around his own cigarette. "Fuck." He says aloud. "I lost my lighter." he says, frantically feeling his pockets.

Blaine lights his own bud before cupping his hand around Kurt's and flicking the flame of his own, lighting Kurt's with a hum. "Bad boy, what would you do without me?"

"I can think of a few things." Kurt mutters before taking a drag. "Thanks."

"For the sex or for the lighter?"

Kurt hums. "I was actually thanking you for the light." He quirked an eyebrow at Blaine. "What do you think I was thanking you for?" He puffs out the smoke with a smirk.

"Well I thought you were thanking me for popping your cherry, but now I'm just offended." Blaine fakes a pout.

Kurt rolls his eyes. "Drama queen." He mumbles before putting the cigarette in his mouth.

Blaine chuckles. "Come on, tell me it was good."

Kurt looks over at Blaine before chuckling himself. "What would you do if I say it was?" He asks before adding, "And what if I say it wasn't?"

"Well if you did, I would probably put my dick on a pedestal and engrave letters on it that says, 'Kurt Hummel liked it, that means its good enough.' If not, I'd probably just fuck you until I got a different answer."

"Nice to know." Kurt nods after Blaine gave him an answer. Kurt pretends to think about it for about a good ten minutes. "I'm killing you, aren't I?" Kurt asks, coming closer.

"Not much killing me as you are prolonging the suspense." Blaine shrugged. "All I know is I made you scream and that's good enough without a confirmation."

"Putting it on a pedestal. Huh?" Kurt shakes his head, smiling a bit. "Well. Then you better get an engraver." Kurt says.

"I'll get my chisel." Blaine grinned, wrapping an arm around Kurt's shoulders. "I knew I did you well, we should do this more often."

"Yeah, yeah." Kurt nudged Blaine, having a different air around them. "And you would suggest that, Anderson."

"Of course I would." Blaine leaned closer and whispered into his ear, "As long as I get to hear that voice scream my name, I'm always up for a night of candles and lube."

"I'm pretty sure what you're asking for, there, Anderson is for us to be friends with benefits. But, I don't recall us being friends." Kurt tells the other boy before flicking his cigarette to the ground and toeing it out.

"I wasn't suggesting we create a friendship, I was suggesting that if you pop a hard one we meet under the bleachers and screw the living hell out of each other." Blaine tossed his cigarette to the ground as well to put it out.

"No strings attached." Kurt says. "Basically what I was saying."

"You said friends," Blaine singsongs, "No offense but I'm not one to particularly fuck my besties." He teases before slapping Kurt's ass and giving it a good squeeze. "Alright Hummel, I've gotta get to a homecoming party. Ask Puck for my number if you need me." He winks before heading off in the direction of the football field.

Why did I agree to this? Kurt's asks himself before walking towards his car.

Blaine's head was dropped back on the arm of a couch, hands placed on one of the little linebackers waists as the boy grinded down onto his lap at the beat of the music, seeming to enjoy himself as he rocked down against Blaine. And although Blaine should be enjoying the blond cutie on his lap, for some reason he kept staring up at the ceiling as if someone was slowly stabbing him into his gut. The loud bass of the music pained his ears, and he could ear chug, chug, chug, in the background just as the boy whose name slipped his mind for the tenth time, let out a moan and a small giggle that reminded Blaine of a childish school girl. The boy leaned down and whispered into Blaine's ear. "Ya like that, baby?"

Blaine hummed with a sarcastic, "I'm just enthralled." Of course the blond didn't take it personally and continued to enjoy himself giving Blaine the lap dance of the century, while Blaine continued to feel as if he was in a Viagra commercial.

Why wasn't he enjoying this? He nearly dragged the boy by his hair to the living room just so he could have some personal fun, and yet here he was with one of the 'baby faced' football players, and he couldn't have gotten hard if you'd you froze his dick for a century. The blonde's gyrating hips stilled, and Blaine looked up to see him staring down at him with a disappointed look.

"Am I no good?" He asked with one of the most adorable pouts Blaine had ever seen.

"No, no..." Blaine sighed and sat up, patting his hips. "I'm just way out of it today, sorry-...."

"Alex..."

"Yeah, that. Go get me a beer will you?"

The boy left his lap and strolled over to the kitchen towards the 'chuggers.' Puck suddenly came up behind him and startled Blaine.

"What the hell was that?"

Blaine jumped before sighing and placing his head in his hands. "Don't ask, please."

"I'm seriously worried about you, this whole night you haven't taken anybody upstairs and you've had like seven beers, the hell is wrong with you?"

"I'm just out of it."

Puck sat down next to Blaine with a sigh and leaned back, putting his feet up on the coffee table in front of him. "I think I know what it is."

"I fucked Hummel."

Puck opened his mouth to speak but closed it, pressing his lips together into a thin line.

"Just finishing your sentence." Blaine shrugged.

"Huh..." Puck seem intrigued. "I definitely didn't expect that, he seemed pissy earlier."

"It was definitely more angry sex then 'oh wow Kurt your eyes look so blue today' sex."

"And he was okay with it?"

Blaine glanced at him with an annoyed expression and Puck threw his hands up. "Just taking over for Mr. Hummel. Well what? You tired it out so much you can't get it up?"

"I told you," He sighs, "I'm out of it today." He took out his phone from his jeans pocket. He forgot what he was checking for, but frequently since he left school he'd been awaiting a text message. And although he was drawing a blank to his eagerness, Puck stared at him with an awful, knowing look.

After coming home, Kurt headed straight for the shower. Not expecting Quinn for the rest of the night, Kurt made himself a light dinner and sat on his couch, turning the tv on. Seeing as there was nothing to watch, Kurt decided to put some movie on from Netflix while he ate. Wrapped up in a blanket, he settles into the couch. While he decided on the second movie, he felt like he was forgetting something. If it was important, I wouldn't have forgotten it. He shrugs to himself as he moves to downwards on the couch. Kurt groans as pain shoots through him. The soreness makes him think of earlier that day.

Kurt has gone pretty far with random guys. Well...he's been further with guys who were less random. But never has he-...Blaine was his first. How could he forget about that until now? His first time was in a locker room. Kurt groans into the pillow for a different reason now. The fucking locker room? Kurt thought. "God." He grumbled to himself. But now that he thinks about it...maybe, just maybe, this no-strings-attached thing that he and Blaine agreed on might work. Hopefully. He thinks before drifting off to sleep with hazel eyes shining behind his eyelids.

Blaine rolled over in bed as the shrill of his alarm clock filled the room. He shut it off before sitting up in bed and standing up to walk to the bathroom.

Big mistake, his whole entire head was filled with pain, and as a certain churn in his stomach caused him to gag, he raced to the bathroom.

Entering school with one if the biggest hangover he's ever had was a horrible idea. And he had no memory of why he drank so much, he just needed to waste himself away until he could barely remember his name. He lasted about half of the day in and out of the bathroom vomiting, and snoozing during his exams, but he could barely even make it to the lunch table before he

collapsed down on the bench and let his head hit the table in exhaustion. He started to doze off next to Puck until soft hands started to massage his shoulders, and he groaned in appreciation as bony hands worked at the knots in his back.

"Poor baby." Alex cooed into his ear, and Blaine barely remembered their affairs the night before at Puck's party, but he hoped to god he hadn't slept with the boy. If there was anybody more clingy than a cheerio, it's a homosexual linebacker.

"I can't believe you fell asleep on the couch." Quinn brings up again.

"I was watching a movie and I just...slept." Kurt laughs lightly to himself. "I needed the sleep."

Quinn shakes her head at him. "We all know you do." She says as she grabs her own plate of food. "We sitting with them?" She nods in Puck's and Blaine's direction.

Kurt looks up to see a familiar blond head with the two boys. Oh no. His mind screams, for some reason fuming. "Yeah." He grits out. Before he can see the confused look on her face, Kurt's walking towards the table. Setting his food down on the table in front of him, Kurt takes the seat across from Blaine. Hearing the coos coming out of Alex's mouth, Kurt can't stop rolling his eyes.

Puck grins as both Skanks seat themselves across from Blaine and him. "Hey, Fabray, I heard Brittany fell from the top of the pyramid at cheerio rehearsal. Santana blames you completely."

"I wasn't even there." She snaps. "Santana already talked to me about it." She says more calmly. "Complete bullshit." She mutters before stabbing a piece of chicken off her tray.

"Well maybe you shouldn't have fooled around with her the period before, you tend to make girls weak at their knees." Puck teases.

Quinn throws a cherry tomato at Puck's head. "Who says that I did?" She asks before mumbling, "Although I may have," to herself earning a laugh from Kurt.

Blaine frowns. "Brittany hurt herself?" He picked his head up but immediately hissed in pain.

"Oh baby! You should not have drank so many beers, look at you!" Alex cups Blaine's cheeks and leans onto him, feet thrown over his lap. "You need to go to the nurse." He pouts, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder and rubbing his chest.

"Yeah, Anderson." Kurt teases. "Maybe you should. Your little," Kurt eyes the blond, "friend can help you out."

Blaine eyes Kurt with an annoyed look. "He's not my friend." He then begins to smirk as he sees Kurt's eyes glaring at Alex. "He's just another one of my dick buddies. Speaking of that why didn't you text me, Hummel?"

Kurt looks at Blaine thoughtfully, tilting his head sideways. "I could have sworn you said if I needed you." Picking up a piece of pepper from his salad, he then smirks, "Unless I heard you incorrectly?"

"Woah, woah, woah." Quinn looks between the two boys. "When the fuck did this happen?" She looks up at Puck. "I lost the fucking bet, didn't I?"

Puck curses. "Well me too, Santana won that stinking bitch. But yes, they fucked."

"Damn, Hummel." Quinn quirks an eyebrow at the boy next to her. "'Tana was right. But at least you got some." She shrugs.

The silence between the group caused a furious Alex to speak up. "Me and Blaine fucked too."

"Correction," Puck intervened, "You may have had clothed sex, but Blaine couldn't get it up for anyone last night."

Kurt has to cover his mouth the stop his laughter from being too loud, not even bothering with his amusement. "Well," He directs towards Blaine, "that's a new one."

"Go fuck yourself." Blaine spat before burying his head in his arms, causing Alex to coo again and card his fingers through his hair.

"I thought that's why you wanted me to text you." Kurt says, seeing the tension growing in Blaine. He hums before taking a bite of his salad. "I guess I did get it wrong."

Blaine ignored Kurt completely, and Puck patted Blaine on the head. "Kurt leave him alone, he's had a bad week." He teased, winking at the brunette. "He ran out of all his Viagra."

"Aww." Kurt fakes concern as Quinn tries to contain her giggles. "I'm so sorry, Blaine. I didn't realize this." He reaches over and rubs the boy's outstretched arm.

Alex's eyes dart to Kurt's arm. "And what the fuck are you doing?" He practically growled. "He's hungover and you're being a total asshole. And that's not a compliment because I know Blaine likes my ass more than some hair dyed, tattooed twink."

"Oh really now, Alex?" Kurt leans in over his food. "Because my hair might be dyed and I may have tattoos, but guess what?" He leans into Alex's ear and whispers loudly, "At least he was able to get it up. While he was sober," before sitting back down and going back to eating his salad.

Alex was offended at first, but still broke into a smirk. "Oh Kurt, you think that was a first with Blaine? I've been sucking his dick since junior year." He took a bite out of his carrot. "You're just jealous because even after taking that sweet ass of yours he still hadn't had enough."

"And why do I give a fuck to who has sucked who off?" Kurt grins. "'Cause as I remember, you've gotten me off a few times too."

"I have. But then I found out half of the school was bigger than you, so I moved on." Puck nearly spat out his food, and Blaine's muffle could be heard from where he had his head buried in his arms. "Was pretty big to me."

Everyone stared at Blaine for a moment before Kurt said anything. "Uhm. Thanks. I guess."

Blaine lifted his head up. "Oh shit I said that?"

Alex stood up from the table and stormed out of the cafeteria, but before he left he blew a kiss to Blaine and informed him he'd be in the showers at four, which Blaine nodded to.

"Damn, Anderson." Quinn chuckles. "You sure know how to get 'em to leave."

Blaine sighs. "I give up, I can't do anything right at the moment."

Kurt chuckles as he shakes his head and goes back to eating his salad. When he's eaten about three-quarters of it, he gets up. "Well, I need to go take a smoke." Kissing the side of Quinn's head, he whispers, "I need to check how everything is going," before straightening up. "Noah. Anderson." He nods to the two before picking his bag up and heading out.

"Sit back down." Quinn sighs too whoever she heard get up.

Blaine pauses. "What, I'm not allowed to smoke too?"

"Not right now you aren't." Quinn gives him a surprised look. "Now sit. Eat something."

"I don't remember being your bitch." Blaine rolls his eyes and stands up again. "I'm going to the bleachers, not to stalk your boy. Although he does a fine job of doing that to me."

"Just letting you know that Kurt'll be there." She informs him. "That's where he usually goes." Her eyes dart over to Puck, giving him a familiar look.

Puck looks up from where he was eating and catches Quinn's stare. "I...oh yeah! No, no it's best to leave him alone."

Blaine sighs. "Whatever." He gets up and walks away from the table, exiting the cafeteria to go smoke in the boys bathroom.

"Again, sorry for not coming the last few days." Kurt says into his phone, head cradled in one hand. "I know......I just-....I know I don't have to be there.....I might swing by later." He sighs. "I know...I'll be there." He says before hanging up and laying down, putting pressure from the heels of his hands on his eyes.

Blaine wandered out into the football field, a joint between his fingers as the cool breeze hit his face and chilled his body. He ducked under a ripped gate and strolled under the bleachers. He saw Kurt laying on the couch with his head in his hands. "Hummel?"

"What?" Kurt mumbles from under his hands, trying to keep himself together.

"You okay?" Blaine leans against the back of the couch staring down at him.

Kurt takes a few deep breaths. "If my hands stay where they are, then yes." After a thought, he adds, "Don't move them."

"Tempting." Blaine says before he frowns. "Are you crying?"

"No." He responds before letting out a sniff. "Shit." He whispers into his palms.

"If it's something I said you know you shouldn't take me....or Alex seriously." He leans in close to Kurt. "And besides, he's just mad because you have a bigger dick than him."

Kurt shakes his head. "Nothing either of you said." He says before taking another deep breath. "I just-it's nothing." He sighs before repeating, "It's nothing," quietly.

Blaine raises an eyebrow. "Doesn't look like nothing." He walks around the couch and sits by Kurt's feet. "Come on, tell me what's wrong."

"I can't." Kurt tells him in a small voice. "I-I just can't." He tries not to sob. "I can't."

Blaine, in a poor attempt to soothe him, rubbed his ankle gently. "You sure? Helps to get it out."

"I'm sorry." Kurt whispers. "I really am." He rubs at his eyes gently before removing them and folding his forearms on his head. "I can't. Please don't take it personally."

"I don't." Blaine gives him a sympathetic look. "Is it family?"

"Pretty much." Kurt admits. "Just...checking up on someone." He releases a shaky breath. "I haven't in a couple of days."

Blaine continues to rub Kurts ankle, massaging the bone as he nods. "Well I'm sorry for whatever's happening."

Kurt shifts so he can look up at Blaine with his eyes filled with unshed tears. "Thank you." He whispers. "I-...just thank you."

Blaine gives Kurt a slight smile before digging into his pocket and pulling out a joint of marijuana. "Want some? Clears the mind."

"I have to deny that offer." Kurt sighs. "I may need my head cleared, but...not now." He smiles back. "But since you're here..." He starts. "You can hand me my pack from the side of my bag."

"As you wish." Blaine leans down to grab Kurts bag aside the couch and toss him a pack of cigarettes he found in the pocket. "Do you wanna blow job? It's healthier than smoking."

"Oh, how nice of you to offer." Kurt rolls his eyes before kicking Blaine's thigh. "And you should be one to talk." He laughs lightly as he sits up. "I need a light. Mine's in the same pocket that my pack was in. Unless you have yours."

Blaine chuckles and nods. "I do." He crawls across the couch onto Kurt and sits on his lap, leaning down to flick his lighter and point the flame at the bud of Kurts cigarette.

Kurt takes a drag before blowing the smoke out in Blaine's face as he spoke. "I keep thanking you." He teases lightly.

"It's because you're grateful to have me around." Blaine grins, straddling Kurt and putting his joint back between his lips.

Kurt rolls his eyes, but can't help to smile a bit. "Oh yes, Blaine. Because that's why I'm thanking you." He jokes, pushing the boy's shoulder a bit.

"Oh come on." Blaine chuckles, leaning close and placing his hands on either side of Kurt's head. "Lets have some fun while we're here."

"But what if I'm not in the mood for anything?" Kurt asks with a frown. "Because I'm not."

"Then I can make you." Blaine shrugs. "Unless grinding on you and sucking on your neck seems boring to you."

"It's not." Kurt admits. "But if you can't tell, I'm a bit depressed. Y'know, if my eyes weren't enough to go by. Or the fact that I was trying not to cry." Kurt puts his forehead against Blaine's. "I'm sorry. When I'm feeling better. Okay?"

"Come on." Blaine pouts. "Kissing and embracing releases happy vibes in the body." He leans down to press a chaste kiss to Kurt's lips, brushing away the fallen hair from his forehead gently with his hand.

"Blaine." Kurt says with pleading eyes, cupping the side of his face. "No. Not now." He returns a kiss before pulling away. "When I want to, I swear, you're at the top of my list." He teases.

Blaine lets out a long sigh. "Fine." He climbs off of Kurt. "If you're up for it come to my house tonight at eight, it's my parents anniversary so I'll be stranded and lonely."

"Maybe." Kurt smirks. "I'm guessing I still need to get your number from someone else or will I be getting it from the great, Blaine Anderson, himself?" He hums, bringing the cigarette to his lips. "So, what is it?"

Blaine laughs. "Well only because you said I was great..." He grabs Kurts bag to dig for his phone, entering his number in before shrugging and shoving the phone down his jeans to take a picture of his crotch before handing it back to Kurt. "There."

"Really?" Kurt wrinkles his nose. "Put it back in my bag for now. That's most likely going to change." He chuckles. "Now come back over here for a moment." When Blaine gives him a strange look, Kurt rolls his eyes. "Just come here. And I know that if I say that I don't bite, you'll make a comment about it. Now come here."

Blaine eyes Kurt warily before climbing back onto his lap. "Are you going to hurt me or something? Because I'd rather you not aim for the face."

"Who said anything about hurting?" Kurt asks before kissing Blaine. "I have to repay my thanks, don't I?" Kurt asks against Blaine's lips. "I may not be in the mood, but that doesn't mean kissing." He pouts.

Blaine flinches at first when Kurt moved in, but soon their lips are together and he laughs. "What a tease." He kisses Kurt's pout and cups his cheeks gently, tilting his head.

"I know." He smiles into their kiss. "But who would I be if I wasn't?" He joked.

"I don't know who you would be, but I would be bored out of my mind without popping boners every five seconds." Blaine murmurs before kissing Kurt more tenderly, moving their lips slowly together.

"Should I takes that as a compliment?" Kurt laughs lightly against Blaine's lips before putting pressure against them, earning a small moan.

Blaine broke away to stare down at Kurt. "Would I be offending you by telling you that you turn me on?" He says sarcastically before nibbling on Kurt's bottom lip, licking his tongue across it.

Kurt leans his head on Blaine's shoulder and starts to kiss his neck. "I'm not the only guy around." He points out between kisses.

Blaine's eyes close as he feels Kurt's lips trail down his neck. "Maybe so, but I'd prefer your humor over being sucked off."

Kurt chuckles against Blaine's skin. "Well, that's such an honor." He says before returning his attention to Blaine's neck, sucking lightly on his Adam's apple.

Blaine breathes out a moan while running his fingers up and through Kurt's hair. "I really want to stay..." He pulls back with a sigh. "But I have to be home before my dad gets there."

"I should probably go find Quinn also." He frowns, leaning his forehead against Blaine's again. "I need to let her know about the know call. Only because she knows what's going on." Kurt kisses Blaine's lips softly. "Even if I'm still not up to anything later, can I still come over?" Kurt asks, looking into Blaine's eyes.

Blaine caresses Kurt's cheek with his thumb and smiles. "Of course you can, babe." He kisses Kurt back before moving to place a lingering kiss to his cheek. "Just let me know so I'm not half naked when you arrive." He whispers before climbing off of Kurt again and winking. "I'll see you soon."

"Bye." Kurt says softly to Blaine's retreating figure before plopping himself back down on the couch.