How Blaine ended up tied to his own bed with a blindfold over his eyes and his clothes on the floor, he would never know. There was silence in his bedroom except for the sounds of the rain pounding against the windows. He had tried calling out for Kurt a couple of times, only to be met with the sweet sound of silence.

He came home from London the day before while Kurt was out to lunch with Carole and couldn't get back in time to see him before his parents dragged him off to a gala in Cincinnati, so that afternoon after school, Kurt caught him in the parking lot with a tie, wrapping it around his head and throwing him into darkness.

"No peaking," he giggled into Blaine's ear before whisking him off to someone's car and driving him home. Kurt led him up the stairs and stripped him, neglecting his aching erection, then lay him down and tied his hands down to the iron headboard of his king bed. Blaine just thanked God his parents were back on a plane to Washington and wouldn't walk in to find their son in such a compromising position.

All Kurt said before he left was 'Have fun'. Blaine wasn't exactly having fun, but he wasn't miserable at least. He was just very confused and just a little bit aroused. Kurt was up to something and as stated before: when Kurt has a plan, sex is usually had.

He hears the slight creak of a door and his skin tingles in anticipation. He doesn't hear footsteps over the carpet or voices, but he does feel when soft hair brushes over his chest and a pair of lips touch his. His first reaction is to gasp, but then he's kissing back, dipping his tongue inside to get a taste of who this person was. The taste wasn't unfamiliar, but it was hard to place. After having sex with so many people, the tastes get lost in the crowd. The bed depresses next to him and he feels the heat of another body on him and smells the familiar scent of his lover.

Blaine moaned against the lips of the mysterious person, but suddenly they're gone. Blaine whimpered in frustration and pulls at his restraints, but it's in vain. Kurt has him down good.

"Having fun yet?" Kurt sex voice whispered in Blaine's ear, making him shiver.

"Kurt? What's going on?"

"Just playing a little game...it's like Guess Who but without the annoying cards and more sex."

Blaine felt hands- just one set- drifting over his shins and up his knees. His body heated up as the hands didn't stop there and came up over his thighs, fingertips brushing his balls. Blaine moaned and gripped the ties holding him down, wanting so badly to at least be able to touch whoever was touching him.

"Kurt, who is that?"

"That's the fun part, Blaine...take a guess."

Blaine's cock twitched as a pair of warm lips dragged from the head of his cock to the base, warm breath heating the sensitive area and making his stomach coil.

"I-I don't know."

"I'll give you a little hint," he felt Kurt's unmistakable soft hand curling in his hair. "Besides you and me, there are three people here."

"W-what do I get if I guess them all?" he asked, the hands now running over his abs and the V in his hip.

"You'll have to guess to find out," Kurt giggled and Blaine felt him get up, leaving him alone on the bed with unfamiliar hands roaming up his chest over his nipples. Blaine gasped when he felt nails dragging back down his body. It was definitely a girl with press on nails. Blaine could barely rack his brain to think anything else but 'fucksogood' but he focused. The hands were small and soft, which could be any of the glee girls, but Blaine didn't even know if the glee girls were even there.

"I-it's a girl."

"Getting warmer," Kurt's voice reached his ears. It was a little further away. The hands turned into lips, kissing gently at Blaine's stomach and down his thigh. Blaine moaned softly and bucked forward, looking for a little friction and the lips were gone. Suddenly another set of lips, surrounded by a little bit of stubble took their place. This was a guy and he was lapping at Blaine's skin, a tiny bit of metal meeting his skin. Who did he know with a tongue ring?

The guy made his way up Blaine's body, bracing himself over Blaine and taking his nipple into his mouth.

"Oh, fuck," Blaine bucked up, feeling a rather large erection meet his own and making him keen at the friction. He heard Kurt chuckling off to the side.

The mouth got away from his nipple and after a second, he heard Kurt say "Go ahead." Blaine felt breath ghosting his ear.

"Figure it out yet, sexy?"

That voice was unmistakable. "Puck."

"That's one," Kurt's voice held an obvious smug grin, then suddenly Puck was gone and he felt the soft hair on his body again. The girl- or a girl- was back and straddling his waist, lacy underwear meeting his crotch. Blaine cried out and bucked forward against this person, who gasped. The girl leaned down and kissed him harshly, dipping her tongue into his mouth and taking charge. Blaine was far too blissed out to fight it and let her dominate him. A chain fell into his chest- a chain of a necklace. The pendant on the necklace was heavy against his skin. As the girl kissed him, a mouth appeared at his feet, kissing over the arch of his foot. Blaine gasped into her mouth and curled his toes in at the sensation. The mouth moved up over the ball of his foot and lapped at the space between his big toe and second before moving over the top of his foot and up his shin. The girl sat up and ground down on him, both letting out long needy moans. The moan he heard was one he had heard not long ago...in a dressing room.

"Quinn," Blaine groaned. The girl slid her hands over his stomach and chest and dragged her nails harshly down his ribs. It explained the dominance and the pendant- Quinn had changed a lot since the dressing room.

"That's two, angel. You're doing so good. God you look so fucking gorgeous like this, Blaine," Kurt appeared at his side again, dipping the bed under his weight. Kurt took Blaine's earlobe between his teeth, tugging gently. Blaine cried out and jolted his hips, but Quinn was gone, his body cold from the loss of heat.

"God, Kurt, please," Blaine begged, tugging at his ties.

"Just one more, baby. You're being such a good boy," Kurt stroked his cheek. A mouth appeared at his balls, taking them into it and sucking. Blaine cried out and leaned into Kurt's touch. The mouth moved up the base of his cock, leaving behind heat and kisses, before reaching the head and lapping at the precum.

"Goddamnit," Blaine threw his head back as the mouth swallowed him, the heat and wetness intensified by the blindfold on his eyes. Behind it, Blaine's eyes were squeezed shut, trying not to cum. The mouth was tentative, but doing a wonderful job with it's tongue.

"Take him deeper, sweetie," Kurt said to the mouth. The person groaned around Blaine and slid down farther, their hair brushing Blaine's stomach. It was too short to be a girl- almost like swooping bangs. Blaine knew none of the New Directions boys besides Sam had that, but the mouth was too small. The groan was a bit high pitched and sort of familiar, but Blaine couldn't place it and it was getting harder and harder by the second to think straight with them swirling their tongue over him and sending him deeper into their mouth.

"Oh, Kurt, please, I can't-"

"You're so close, baby," Kurt kissed down his neck and shoulder. The mouth was gone and Blaine whimpered at the loss of heat, but a body pressed against his, an erection sliding against his own and he moaned loudly and grinded up against them. He caught a scent- wood and coffee. The scent was very familar and he struggled to place it. The body pressed down against him again and the person's lips met his. The scent was now stronger and now he tasted Hershey's chocolate on the person's tongue while realizing it was another guy. A guy who smelled like the hallways of Dalton Academy.

The person's legs spread his knees apart further, bringing themselves closer and slightly curly hair brushed Blaine's cheek.

"Nick," he finally said, coming out more as a moan than an actual name.

"Well, look at that...you won," Kurt smiled against his neck.

"Please, Kurt, do something, anything," Blaine rambled, pressing up into Nick again and hearing the boy groan in his ear.

"Oh, we know what we're going to do...but what do we do with you?"

Blaine was about to explode. "I don't care, please, I just need-"

"I know what you need, sweetie," Kurt started untying Blaine's hands. He felt like crying in relief as his arms fell away from the headboard and he reached over for Kurt, feeling his leg close to him. He almost came at the feeling of leather hugging his thigh. He felt the bed sinking down as Puck, Quinn and Nick each climbed onto it.

"Want me to get this off?" Kurt hooked his finger into the back of the tie around Blaine's eyes.

"Please, baby," Blaine whined as hands started groping his body. The word 'orgy' flashed in his mind and suddenly his body buzzed with arousal like he hadn't felt before.

"You remember our safe word?"

Blaine shivered. Not only was there three other people in the room, they were gonna have to watch Blaine submit.

"Y-yeah."

"Good," Kurt loosened the tie from Blaine's head and pulled it off, giving him time to readjust his vision. He caught sight of Quinn's pink hair first, then saw Puck beside her, loosely pumping his cock. Nick sat on the other side, panting and raking his eyes over Blaine.

"On your hands and knees, baby," Kurt tapped Blaine's thigh. He was slow to move due to the dizzying sensation his cock was giving him from fighting orgasm. He got on his hands and knees on the bed, three sets of eyes watching him with lust. Blaine lived for this- the quote-unquote humiliation he was supposed to feel from Kurt giving him orders, but seeing the glazed look of lust in each pair of eyes proved that it wasn't a bad thing.

"It took you twenty minutes to figure out who all was here, Blaine," Kurt stood next to him wearing tight black leather pants and no shirt. Blaine whimpered at the sight. "Let's say 10 hits- one for every two minutes. These three are gonna watch."

Blaine's cock throbbed painfully and he had to bite his lip hard to distract from his need to come. If they were playing this game and Kurt hadn't said he could come yet, then he wouldn't. Kurt positioned himself behind Blaine and rubbed his ass soothingly. "You ok?"

"Yes, Kurt, just fucking do something," Blaine gritted. He felt a hard slap to his ass and cried out.

"That one doesn't count. You don't talk to me like that when I've got control, do you, Blaine?"

"N-no, I'm sorry, please," Blaine whined, feeling the burn from the slap turn to a nagging ache. The three others there were watching with looks of pure filthy lust. Puck was still pumping himself and Quinn bit her lip hungrily. Nick looked a little shocked, but his leaking erection gave away the fact that he found this incredibly hot.

"Good," Kurt stroked Blaine's back before traveling back down to his ass. "Start counting."

Kurt smacked him hard as Blaine started counting, each number growing shakier and more desperate sounding. By the time he reached ten, the other three occupants of the room were blown, Quinn's fingers disappearing into her lacy panties and Nick and Puck each favoring their cocks.

"Good job, Blaine," Kurt soothed, kissing at the hot, red skin of Blaine's ass. Blaine's arms were shaking as they held him up. He was dizzy and aching from his denied orgasm, but he was in no position to be bringing it up. Kurt looked at Quinn and nodded and the girl stood up and slid her underwear off slowly, her green eyes locked with Blaine's and flashing him a seductive look.

"Here's how this is going to work, Blaine. You and Nick are going to fuck her," Blaine groaned as Kurt leaned down to whisper in his ear, his hard cock pressing against his ass. "I'm going to fuck you, and you're gonna suck Puck. Got it?"

"Yes," Blaine whined. Kurt pulled him up flush to his chest and turned his head to kiss him heavily. Blaine wrapped his arm back around Kurt's neck and pulled him closer, needing deeper, more, harder, anything. Nick lay back on the bed close to the headboard and pulled Quinn to lie on her back on his body, mouthing at her neck and making her whimper and tangle her hands in his hair. Kurt pulled Puck to him and brought him into the kiss, their tongues meeting together in a three-way kiss. Puck rolled his tongue against theirs and the bottom of his new tongue ring brushed Blaine's bottom lip. He moaned and thrusted forward into Puck's thigh. Puck backed away and leaned into Blaine's dresser drawer for the lube and condoms.

"Just two. I want Blaine to feel this," Kurt growled in Blaine's ear. Blaine loved this Kurt. He was minimalistic and hot and dominant and it drove Blaine absolutely nuts. Apparently Blaine wasn't the only one driven nuts by Kurt's dominance. Nick had slipped his fingers inside of Quinn, drawing keens and curses from the girl who arched back against his chest. Puck handed Nick a condom and he fumbled to open it and slip it on.

"Ever done anal before, Quinn?" Kurt asked, pushing Blaine down over Quinn and Nick.

"Yeah," she smiled and lined Nick up with her hole. Slowly but surely, Nick pushed in. Quinn bit her lip and relaxed herself until he was all the way in.

"Go on, baby," Kurt kissed his cheek. "And remember...don't cum."

Blaine let out a frustrated groan before Kurt was gone and he rolled the other condom on himself and positioned himself over Quinn and Nick. Blaine pushed in, feeling Nick just on the other side of only a thin layer.

"Oh, fuck me, please," Quinn cried out and Blaine and Nick started thrusting together. Blaine was in sweet, pleasurable agony by this point, but he didn't let go. Nick locked his legs at Blaine's knees and Quinn wrapped hers low on his hips. The three of their moans were mingling together like music until a slick finger- or two- entered Blaine.

Blaine cried out and pounded harder into Quinn, his body reacting of it's own accord by that point. Kurt and Puck were both stretching him, their fingers sliding together in and out of Blaine, grazing his prostate every now and then. Blaine groped for the iron headboard for some sort of grounding and gripped tightly, his cock throbbing as it slid quickly in and out of Quinn. Two fingers turned into four, the six- three of Kurt's and three of Puck's.

"Change of plans, sweetheart. Puck's gonna fuck you with me." Kurt leaned into his ear. "Still ok?"

"Yes, God, yes," Blaine nearly sobbed. He felt Quinn shaking as she came with a wail, but she didn't move so he kept thrusting. Suddenly the fingers were gone and the familiar feeling of Kurt filling him and slamming into his prostate had him gripping harder on the headboard and crying out. Nick let out a loud, long moan and came hard, scrambling his hands where they rested on Quinn's chest and Blaine's hip. Nick slipped out of Quinn and moved her down off of him and sitting back on the headboard and pulling her against his chest. Nick pulled her in for a teeth and tongue heavy kiss. The change in angle nudged Kurt harder against Blaine's prostate and he had tears in his eyes from the overload of pleasure. A burning sensation shot up his back as he felt another cock- Puck's- push inside him and the slid together inside him.

Kurt and Puck each groaned out a string of swears as they fucked Blaine harder. Quinn dug her nails into Blaine's back and cried his name as she arched up into him, coming hard for the second time and falling against Nick's chest. Blaine pulled out of her and put both hands on his headboard, blinking away tears of pleasure.

"K-kurt, please let me come! God, fuck, please!"

"Ungh, let go, Blaine!" Kurt cried out. Blaine felt Puck's cock pulsing inside him and heard him curse loudly before he pulled out, leaving Kurt pounding hard into him. Puck wrapped a hand around Blaine's cock.

It took two strokes of Puck's hand before he came hard over Puck's hand and up his own chest and neck. Kurt screamed and came as well, filling Blaine inside. Blaine blacked out momentarily and came around with Puck holding him, his large hand cupping his cheek and stroking his temple.

"Damn dude, you ok?" Puck asked.

"Y-yeah," Blaine said shakily. "Holy shit."

"Got that right," Nick responded, his head back against the iron of the headboard with Quinn still resting back on his chest.

"Where the hell did all this come from?" Blaine looked at Kurt, who had gotten up to get a wet cloth.

"Well, when your sexy boyfriend leaves you alone for a week, you get creative," Kurt smirked and lapped up a bit of cum that had reached under Blaine's jaw. Kurt cleaned Blaine off and the five of them lay down in the bed- Puck, Kurt, Blaine Quinn and Nick. All five were exhausted and absolutely wrecked.

"Fuck, I won't be able to walk for a week," Blaine threw his arm over his forehead, his head still swimming.

"You're the one who wanted to be fucked when you got home, mister," Kurt snuggled against his chest.

Blaine laughed. "Well, mission accomplished, angel. You have succeeded in melting my brain."

The other three laughed.

"Wow, you guys are something else," Quinn shook her head and cuddled up to Nick, who looked much more relaxed than he did at the beginning.

"Nick, how did you get roped into this?" Blaine asked.

"Not sure, but I'm glad I did."

"Yeah, you just can't resist Hummel when he wants to give you some," Puck smirked at Kurt, who winked. "I better get Nick Warbler and Rebel Princess home."

The other two stood slowly and got dressed and said goodbye to the couple. When the door closed, Kurt leaned down and pulled the covers up over them.

"So..." Kurt walked his fingers up Blaine's chest.

"All you have to say to that was 'so'! Boy, you will be the death of me," Blaine laughed and pulled Kurt in for a kiss. It was slow and sweet as it always was and Blaine smiled against Kurt's lips. "I love you, you know that my kinky little sex monkey?"

Kurt laughed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah...I love you, too, my thoroughly fucked panda bear."

Blaine pulled Kurt to his chest and hugged him tightly. "Mmm, now I could sleep forever. I don't know how I'm gonna be able to get it up for a week."

"Well...that leaves me more time to be creative," Kurt kissed Blaine's chest. Blaine's eyes widened.

"What else could we possibly do after all the things we've done?"

Kurt smiled and his eyes slid closed. "That's the thing about sex- it can be done in oh, so many ways."