"So, then I started the whole Weight Watchers thing with my mom," Mercedes munched on the pita chips in the bowl between her and Kurt on the bed.

"How's that going?" Kurt asked, dipping it in the guacamole salsa.

"I've lost two pant sizes, thank you very much," she smiled and giggled.

"That's great, boo. I'm glad you're starting to feel better about yourself," he smiled and covered her hand with his. She still got a swooping feeling in her stomach when he did this, much like she used to when she liked him in sophomore year, but now it was mixed with a different swooping feeling- one that was brought on by their last encounter in a lone bedroom. Kurt turned back to the television where they were watching "Les Miserables", his hand still over hers with his thumb circling the top of her hand.

"So, when does Blaine get home?"

"Ugh, not until Sunday. His parents wanted to stay one more day and go to Madame Tussuads. I can't say I'm not super jealous of him, but it's been a week."

"You are totally addicted," she giggled, looking down at his lap to see just how much he missed Blaine.

"Hush, you," he smirked. "I could quit anytime I wanted."

"Yeah, ok," she rolled her eyes. They laughed and gossiped off and on throughout the movie they had both seen about one hundred times before they were close together, Mercedes' leg between his own and his hand pulling her close to him. They didn't really think much of it as they were just talking. When Kurt's hand started to slide down her hip and over her thigh, she let out a surprised gasp.

"Oh, sorry," he chuckled. "I guess I really do miss it."

"It's fine, sweetie," she said shakily. "It just surprised me."

He smiled and blushed. "Would you...you know...can we make out?"

Mercedes bit back a laugh. "Really?"

"Well, I mean, we're just friends. Nothing but that," Kurt shrugged. "Plus, you're an amazing kisser."

"You're not so bad yourself, white boy," she smiled, their lips only centimeters apart.

"So...is that a yes?" he asked, his eyebrow cocking seductively.

Mercedes cupped his cheek and kissed him hard, earning a moan from the porcelain boy facing her. Kurt shifted his body closer, pressing his chest against Mercedes's and letting his lap rest on her thigh. He whined at the friction as she pressed it up against him.

"M-mercedes, wait," he pulled away. "I just want an understanding here."

"Kurt, I understand you're with Blaine and you love him. It doesn't bother me," she smiled sincerely. "Don't worry about me- just enjoy yourself. Blaine won't get mad, will he?"

"No, I don't think so...say Mercedes?"

"Yeah?"

"I think we should have fun with his," a grin crept across his face.

"What do you mean?" she sat up on her elbow.

"Hang on," he reached over to his night stand and grabbed his phone, scrolling through the contacts to find "Big Daddy" in his list.

"You have him listed as 'Big Daddy'!" Mercedes laughed.

"Long story," Kurt shivered at the memory- the sounds of moans, slaps of skin, and Blaine's wrecked voice calling him daddy filling his mind. He listened to the dial tone for a moment before he heard a sleepy voice answer.

"H-lo?" Blaine voice drifted through the phone.

"Hey, Big Daddy," Kurt grinned, making Mercedes giggle.

"Oh, hey, baby," he sat up in his bed, checking the clock- It was 3:45 am in London. "What are you up to? Who's giggling?"

"Mercedes. She's spending the night and we thought we would just call and see how you were," Kurt grinned, running his fingers up Mercedes' thigh. She gasped and let out a soft moan.

"Kurt, what are you doing to that poor girl?" Blaine's rough, sleepy laugh drifted into Kurt's ear.

"Oh, nothing...just having a little fun, that's all," he slid his hand up and over Mercedes' lap.

"Damn, Kurt," she whined and lay back on the pillows.

"A little fun, huh?" Blaine felt his cock growing hard under the sheets. "Do tell."

"I just really miss you, that's all," Kurt purred. Mercedes' hips jerked forward as he applied more pressure. "Mercedes offered to help me out...I was just calling to make sure it was ok with you."

Blaine swallowed hard. "Y-yeah, that's fine."

"Cool...I'm just a little curious, though," Kurt moved to straddle Mercedes' legs, cradling the phone between his shoulder and ear to slide his hands up her sides. "What should we do?"

Blaine let out an audible moan and wrapped his fingers around his erection. "Put me on speaker."

Kurt smiled and pulled the phone away from her ear, tapping the speaker button and placing the phone on his pillow. "Say hi, Blaine."

"Hello, Miss Jones," Blaine's dreamy voice filled the room.

"H-hey," she panted, feeling Kurt's hands on her again.

"Wow, Kurt, she sounds pretty wrecked already," Blaine chuckled. "Start without me?"

"Just a little making out, that's all," Kurt lay down on the other side of Mercedes, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. "So, what are we doing, Blaine?"

"Are you ok with everything, Mercedes?" Blaine asked, taking off the socks he was wearing, leaving him completely naked in his hotel bed.

"Anything," she sighed.

"You guys alone?"

"Yeah- everyone's at a football game," Kurt replied.

"Good. Mercedes, get him undressed and just do a little exploration." Blaine sat back against the headboard, drawing his knees up and planting his feet on the bed.

Mercedes got up on her knees, pulling Kurt up to sit so she could pull his t-shirt- well, Blaine's t-shirt- off over his head. She had seen Kurt shirtless a couple times before, but each time she did, her breath was taken away by the pale muscle. Mercedes pushed him back and straddled his lap, kissing him on the mouth, slipping her tongue inside and letting them dance with one another. Kurt moaned and nipped at her lip.

"Mmm, that sounds nice," Blaine smiled, his hand loosely stroking himself. His body ached to be there- to see it, but the sounds coming from his phone were enough to do. Mercedes moved from his mouth down his neck, tasting and nipping at the tense skin.

"Mm, harder, Mercedes," Kurt groaned and Mercedes found a soft spot on his shoulder and bit. Kurt cried out and bucked up into her.

"Ungh, she's a biter, Blaine," Kurt said breathlessly.

Blaine chuckled and tightened his grip. He ran his hand down lower to tease his balls a little and let out a gentle moan.

"Sounds like he's enjoying this, too," Mercedes said against the purple mark she left behind. She moved down over his chest, leaving little bites littered across his pecks and collar bones. Kurt was absolutely loving it. The girl was very good at knowing just how hard to bite without it being painful and it set his skin on fire.

"Is he naked yet?" Blaine asked, his breath husky and low.

"Working on it," she smiled against Kurt's nipple before lapping at it and biting down.

"God, fuck!" Kurt cried out and thrusted forward again, making Mercedes whimper at the contact.

"You sound so sexy right now, Kurt. I wish I was there, too. Then me and Mercedes could both make you scream like that," Blaine pumped a bit faster, holding his phone between his shoulder and ear to move his other hand down to his entrance. He teased it slowly while he stroked, taking in each gasp and moan from the other side of the phone and using it.

Mercedes slid down Kurt's legs and sat at eye level with his crotch. She unbuttoned his jeans slowly, watching his face as it twisted from pleasure to desperation.

She hooked her fingers into the waist of his jeans and pulled them down with his boxers, taking in his leaking erection with wide, hungry eyes. After tossing his jeans off to the side she settled between his legs.

"Now what, Blaine?" she asked, seeing that Kurt was just a little less than coherent.

"I want you to suck him, but Kurt, you can't come yet."

Kurt let out a frustrated whine that melted into a loud moan as Mercedes took him into her mouth, sinking about halfway down before pulling back up, her cheeks hollowed.

"Fuck, Mercedes, so good," he gripped the sheets for leverage.

"She's awesome, isn't she?" Blaine smirked, squeezing the base of his cock as he slid a finger inside himself, his voice breaking as he spoke.

"Oh, god, yes," Kurt threw his head back, fighting the urge to thrust into her mouth. Mercedes ran her fingernails up his thigh and over his abs, making him shiver and cry out at the sensation.

"What's she doing to you, Kurt?" Blaine asked, closing his eyes and drifting back to Ohio.

"S-she's running her nails up my stomach," he stuttered. "God, that feels so good!"

"Mmm, do it to his cock, Mercedes," Blaine whimpered as he slid another finger inside, halting his stroking in fear of coming.

Mercedes pulled off of Kurt and moved her hand down, dragging her nails from his balls up his cock and over the head slowly. Kurt thrusted up and growled when she slowed even more over the head. "God, Blaine, please!"

"Please what, Kurt?"

"P-please let me come, Blaine!"

Mercedes had returned to swirling her tongue over the head of his cock, pressing her tongue in at the slit and making him practically scream.

"You wanna come, baby?" Blaine breathed heavily as brushed against his prostate. He moaned and wrapped his fingers around his aching cock again, sitting still for only a second before fisting it.

"P-please," Kurt begged. Mercedes was teasing his balls now, rolling them gently in her manicured hand.

"Mmm, fuck her, Kurt."

Mercedes sat up, her stomach coiling with heat as Kurt sat up quickly and pulled her in for a kiss, sloppy, wet and hot. He pulled her down and began unbuttoning her shirt, whimpering against her lips with need. She helped him along by unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down. Kurt had seen bigger girls on those weight loss commercials in only their underwear and saw the stretch marks, but Mercedes was flawless. She curved in all the most flattering places and her smooth brown skin was unmarred. He couldn't help but kiss down her chest after removing her bra and taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing.

"Mmm, Kurt," she dragged her nails up his back, leaving angry trail marks and pulling a muffled moan from him. Kurt finally let go and scrambled through his nightstand for a condom. Blaine was frighteningly close, but he kept on fighting to be able to come with Kurt. Blaine pulled his fingers out and leaned over to his bag to retrieve the electric blue dildo Kurt had bought for him for this specific reason- trips where Kurt wouldn't be there. It was the same width and length as Kurt and Blaine had already used it twice while he was there in his single hotel room. He lubed it up and sat back on the bed, sliding it in slowly and turning it on.

"Oh, fucking shit," he cried out as he found his prostate.

"He's using the vibrator," Kurt chuckled against Mercedes' neck. Mercedes moaned at the thought of Blaine pleasuring himself to them. Kurt positioned himself between her legs and let her wrap them around his slender waist.

"I'll stop if you want-"

"Don't, please," she gripped at his shoulder. "Don't stop."

Kurt nodded and slid in slowly. Mercedes cried out at the unfamiliar sensation and Kurt began slowly but steadily snapping his hips in and out.

"Oh, Kurt, faster," Mercedes ran her hand up his neck to fist his hair, tugging slightly and making him buck forward into her forcefully. He picked up his pace, moving his hand to grip the headboard to gain a new angle. It worked because Mercedes tugged at his hair again.

"Right there, Kurt, harder!" Mercedes tightened her legs around Kurt, pulling him in deeper. Kurt groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he drove harder, faster and deeper, gripping Mercedes' thigh. Blaine knew exactly what she was feeling. He pumped the vibrator in and out of himself faster and harder, seeing Kurt there instead pounding him mercilessly.

"Oh, god, Mercedes, close," Kurt growled and let his body go, losing himself in the tight heat. Mercedes's body tensed and she cried out, her muscles tensing around him and he lost it, coming hard inside the condom and moaned with aftershock. Blaine's voice broke as he came hard over his hand, his body arching into his fist. Kurt laid kisses over Mercedes's cheek and lips before he pulled out and tossed the condom, flopping down next to Mercedes on the bed and grabbing the phone.

"Wow," Kurt sighed, making Mercedes giggle breathily. "I have to say- she rocked my world."

"Yeah, I'm pretty rocked, too," Blaine whimpered, sitting up and pulling the dildo out. "God, I'm ready to get home."

Kurt chuckled and pulled the covers up over him and Mercedes. "Two more days and you can reek your sexual havoc all over the place."

"I believe you will be reeking the sexual havoc. God, I want you to fuck me into the wall when I get home."

Kurt groaned and buried his face into his pillow. "God, stop talking! I still have you on speaker, you know."

Blaine laughed, "Sorry, Mercedes."

"It's fine, baby," she smiled and nuzzled against Kurt's chest. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close as her eyes started to drift and turned his phone off speaker.

"I'll let you go, sweetie," Kurt said, feeling his own exhaustion catching up to him.

"Ok, angel. Tell Mercedes goodbye for me and I'll see you Sunday morning."

Kurt smiled, feeling a little sad that Blaine was about to get off the phone. "Ok. I love you, Blaine."

"I love you, too. Sweet dreams, angel."