Kurt flopped down on the dirty couch in the Lopez home, surrounded by heated bodies and booze. Blaine had disappeared, taking Kurt's shirt with him, but stumbled back a few moments later.

"Hey, you!" Blaine landed on his lap, his eyes glassy and wide.

Kurt laughed. "I'm glad I decided not to drink."

"Well...your loss, hot stuff. I'm gonna go find your shirt...and mine," he looked down at his chest, confused by the fact that nothing covered it but a necklace that Kurt had gotten him with a metal guitar pick hanging from a leather strap. "I love you, sexy!"

"I love you, too," Kurt giggled and shoved the boy off of him, sending him stumbling toward the crowd. Kurt felt the couch dip just a little and looked to see Dave Karofsky sitting only feet from him. They hadn't had much interaction since that day in the locker room, but he had noticed a change in Dave- one that seemed to have him smiling more and hurting people less.

"Hey," Dave leaned over, smiling. "Um...where's your shirt?"

"My drunk boyfriend ripped it off at some point while we were dancing," Kurt shrugged. "I hate to think about the hangover that boy's gonna have in the morning."

Dave laughed. "Yeah, I'm not drinking. Don't wanna add 'boozer' to my new list of nicknames."

Kurt gave Dave a sympathetic smile. "I'm proud of you, you know...for coming out. Find anyone special yet?"

Dave's smile faltered a little. "Yeah...but he's taken."

"Been there," Kurt patted Dave's hand. Dave felt his hand tingle from the touch. Kurt had never touched him so intimately- last time it was spanking and fucking. "Maybe it just means there's someone better."

"No one could be better than this guy," Dave said thoughtfully, keeping his eyes away from Kurt. "He's perfect- handsome, smart, kind of a smart ass, but still really nice...his boyfriend doesn't know how lucky he is..."

Kurt got a swirling feeling in his gut, but ignored it. Dave could have been talking about anyone...it wasn't him.

"Kurt, get your horny boyfriend away from me!" Santana laughed out loud, drawing Kurt's thoughts from Dave to the edge of the couch, where Blaine had Santana pressed against the couch arm.

"Down, boy," Kurt swatted Blaine's arm where it wrapped around Santana's waist. "I think it's time to get you home."

"Noooo," Blaine whined and moved around to kneel unsteadily in front of Kurt and made pouty lips. "Just a little longer?"

Dave laughed and shook his head. "He is wasted, Kurt."

"Yep, ok, come on, Blaine," Kurt stood up, pulling Blaine up with him and draping one of Blaine's arms around his shoulders. "Dave, do you mind helping me?"

Dave stifled a laugh as he wrapped Blaine's other arm around his own shoulders and helped Kurt lead Blaine out of the party, causing several ogling girls to 'aww' as he waved goodbye, his sweaty, tanned shirtless body going with him. Outside, the night air was only a little chilled.

"God, Blaine, what the hell did you do to my shirt?" Kurt and Dave led him down the stairs, practically dragging him on his feet.

"Uh...shirt?"

"The one I was wearing when I got here?"

Blaine closed his eyes and looked thoughtful. "You were wearing a shirt?"

"Wow, Blaine, what did you drink?"

"Like, a kajillion Dr. Jack's and some weird brownies...they tasted weird."

Kurt stopped and looked at Blaine. "Puck's brownies?"

"Um...sure?" Blaine shrugged and laughed.

"He spiked those, Blaine," Kurt groaned and leaned Blaine against the car, helping Dave unlatch Blaine's hand where it had a death grip on his Letterman jacket. "They had weed in them."

Blaine laughed out loud, holding his stomach. "Oh god, that explains everything!"

"Dave, do you mind letting the back seats down in my truck? I think he needs to lie down," Kurt said, sounding apologetic.

"It's fine, Kurt," Dave smiled as Blaine finally got his breathing back under control leaned back against the front door, eyes closed and expression lax. Dave let down the back seats and found a couple of blankets that had been in the very back, laying them out a bit for Blaine.

"All set," Dave hopped out of the truck.

"Ok, Blaine, let's go," Kurt wrapped an arm around Blaine's waist, but Blaine turned him to press him up against the car.

"You look so hot tonight," Blaine growled, his words slurred. "I wanna suck you. Can I?"

Kurt glanced over at Dave, who's eyes were wide. "Come on, Blaine, just get in the car-"

Blaine pressed his lips against Kurt's, silencing him and dipping his tongue in messily. Kurt pressed his palms to Blaine's bare chest, attempting to push him back, but got wrapped up in the sensation of Blaine's large hand moving down his stomach to cup his erection.

"Shit, Blaine," Kurt broke away, groaning as Blaine squeezed him. "Come on, baby, cut it out. Dave's right there."

Dave didn't look too horrified by the situation. He was simply watching in fascination and longing.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind," Blaine lapped at Kurt's ear before dropping to his knees in the grass, pressing Kurt's hips back against the side of the truck.

"Blaine, damnit, there's a party right inside...I'm not fucking kidding," Kurt was stuttering over his words as Blaine fumbled with Kurt's jeans. The warmth of a body appeared beside him- Dave.

"Since I'm here, I may as well help," Dave ran his fingertips along Kurt's jaw. Kurt glanced back toward the house again, seeing that no one was around and they were in mostly darkness, then felt Blaine's mouth wrap around his cock.

"Holy hell," he thumped his head back against the window. Dave lifted his chin with his fingers and kissed over Kurt's jaw bone and down his pale neck, laving his tongue out to taste the sweat that had cooled on his body. Blaine slid Kurt's jeans the rest of the way down his legs and slipped a finger inside Kurt while he continued to suck him.

"The...the truck," Kurt managed to gasp out. Blaine glanced up at him and winked before letting his finger slip out and backing off of Kurt. Blaine grabbed Dave by the back of the neck and attacked his lips, causing Dave to squeak a little in surprise, but Dave kissed back, tasting a musky, male scent on Blaine's tongue- Kurt's cock.

Kurt leapt into the truck, pulling his jeans off and tugging at Dave's jacket. Dave managed to detach himself from Blaine and pull the smaller boy into the truck with him before they shut the door. Dave gasped a little at the sight of Kurt lying back on the blanket, a faint moonlight piercing the tinted windows of the Navigator. Blaine crawled over and straddled Kurt, gripping his hands in his own and locking their fingers together while pressing them down against the floor beneath them.

"Mmm, Blaine," Kurt moaned, feeling the friction of Blaine's denim against his naked erection. Dave watched in awe. This time, he didn't feel so weird about reaching down and squeezing his own erection through his jeans. Blaine rolled his hips forward.

"You're so sexy, Kurt...so pale..." Blaine squeezed Kurt's hands as he leaned over and captured the side of Kurt's neck. Kurt whined, his head turning to the side and meeting Dave's gaze. He could see the fire in his eyes. If he hadn't known Dave had been talking about him before, he was positive now.

"He wants you, you know," Blaine leaned over and whispered into Kurt's ear.

"B-blaine-"

"It's ok, Kurt...as long as you love me more."

Kurt's heart throbbed. "Of course I do."

Blaine smiled lazily against his neck. "Then I think he probably wants to do this while he can," Blaine rolled off of Kurt and crawled over to Dave, who's eyes were lingering over Kurt's heaving chest and flat stomach.

"Take him, Dave," Blaine started sliding Dave's jacket off his shoulders. "I know you like him...take him. Just this once."

Dave looked a little shocked at Blaine. "You...you wouldn't be mad?"

"Just for tonight," Blaine cupped Dave's cheek, placing kisses over the side of his face. "Only tonight, so enjoy it."

Dave looked back over to Kurt, who watched him nervously, but his eyes danced with lust. Blaine slid Dave's shirt off over his head and nipped and licked at Dave's neck. "Go."

Dave moved carefully over to Kurt, holding himself up over his body. "You're ok?"

"I knew it was me when you told me," Kurt bit his lip, glancing down nervously. "You can have this, Dave...but then you have to move on. I love Blaine."

"I know," Dave said sadly, his fingertips dancing down Kurt's ribcage, making the smaller boy gasp. "I promise...just for tonight."

Kurt nodded and cupped the back of Dave's neck, pulling him down and kissing him sweetly. Dave sighed and pressed his palm flat against Kurt's side, feeling every inch of his hand covered in the soft, heated skin. Kurt laced his fingers in Dave's hair, gently tugging him down further to press their chests together.

Blaine watched, sitting back against the door and palming his erection in his jeans. Dave was gentle and loving, worshiping Kurt's body like a temple. Blaine felt just a hint of jealousy, but couldn't feel bad. Dave liked Kurt...hell, he seemed to love the boy...If Blaine loved someone he couldn't have, one night with them would be enough for him...he was sure it was enough for Dave.

Dave moved slowly from Kurt's lips over his jaw and neck, darting out to taste him. Kurt whined and gripped at Dave's naked back.

"Beautiful," Dave murmured against Kurt's collar bone. The hand on Kurt's side moved down slowly to his hip, thumb circling the bone softly. Dave kissed down the center of Kurt's chest then moved over to the side, taking one of Kurt's nipples between his teeth.

"Oh, Dave," Kurt arched up, pressing himself closer against Dave. The sound warmed Dave's heart and he smiled against Kurt chest as he kissed and nipped down Kurt's sensitive ribcage. Blaine gasped as he slid his hand down into his jeans, wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock. He still felt fuzzy from the brownies and alcohol, but the intensity of the tenderness Dave was using on his lover was almost sobering.

Dave reached the dip in Kurt's hip, swirling his tongue on a sensitive spot and gently sucking, pulling a moan from the boy beneath him.

"Dave...please," Kurt whimpered, his hips rocking up against Dave's chest. Dave smiled and kissed the spot again before moving over his tense stomach and kissing the head of Kurt's cock, gathering the precome. Kurt fought to keep his hips still, digging his fingers into the blanket beneath him. Dave took Kurt into his hand, stroking slowly and watching Kurt's eyes flutter shut, his sharp features twisting in pleasure. Dave slid his mouth over Kurt, taking him half way and pressing his tongue against the underside.

"Mmm, yes," Kurt curled his fingers back in Dave's hair, fighting the urge to push his head down further, but Dave seemed to read his mind, taking him further into his mouth and letting out a moan when he felt Kurt hit the back of his throat. Kurt shuddered and looked to Blaine. Blaine had his jeans down his thighs and was pumping his cock slowly, eyes wandering over the two boys. Blaine mouthed 'I love you' and smiled warmly before he rested his head back against the window, twisting his wrist beneath the head of his cock and groaning. Kurt felt finger tips brushing his balls, the sensation sending jolts over his body and bringing him back.

"Dave, I need-"

"I know," Dave released him and kissed back up his body and capturing his lips with passion. Dave had one chance to show this boy he wasn't a monster- this boy who had made him embrace who he was and finally gave him some form of real pride. Kurt reached down and unbuckled Dave's belt, pulling open his zipper and pushing down his jeans as far as he could. Dave slid his jeans the rest of the way off.

"D-do you have any-?"

"Here," Blaine reached into his pocket with his free hand, pulling out a small bottle of lube and a condom, tossing it to Dave and settling back on the door, squeezing the base of his erection to stave off his orgasm. He had seen many people fuck Kurt, but he'd never once seen them make love to him. It was always reserved for only him, but for one night Dave Karofsky would be the one. Blaine sat up and tore his shirt off his back, sweat beading at his collar.

"What do I do?" Dave asked, settling back between Kurt's legs.

"Your fingers," Kurt panted. Dave took the bottle and poured lube over his fingers as they shook. He was nervous. He didn't want to hurt Kurt, but he had no idea what he was doing.

"Just one at a time," Kurt settled back, his body relaxing on instinct. Dave nodded and placed kisses down Kurt's stomach and moved his hand down, finding Kurt's entrance and gently pushing in. It was strange, but the gasp he heard from Kurt made his heart swell.

"Another one, it's ok," Kurt teased the hair at the base of Dave's neck. Dave added another and started to twist and hook his fingers experimentally. Kurt whined and bucked up.

"There, Dave, again!"

Blaine was a mess. Making love to Kurt was amazing, but seeing the boy react from the outside perspective was breathtaking- the arch of his back, the way his eyes fluttered closed and lips parted in a moan was something Blaine wished he could see every moment of the day. It was beautiful. Dave added another finger and continued to stimulate Kurt's prostate.

"Dave, now, please," Kurt choked, his fingers flexing in Dave's hair and the blanket beneath him. Dave pulled out and rolled on the condom quickly, his hands shaking a little harder as he covered himself with lube. He gave a quick glance at Blaine, who nodded his approval, eyes blown out and heavy. Dave leaned down and kissed Kurt deeply, wrapping his legs around his waist.

"I-I don't wanna hurt you," Dave mumbled against his lips.

"You won't. I promise," Kurt replied, squeezing his legs around Dave's waist. Dave lined up and pushed in slowly, still holding Kurt close. Kurt groaned against his lips and brought his hips up to meet Dave's slow entrance.

"You ok? You're shaking," Kurt asked shakily.

"F-fine. Nervous."

"Ssh, it's ok," Kurt cupped Dave's face, kissing the corner of his mouth.

Dave felt himself ease at Kurt's gentleness and slowly pulled back and pushed back in, starting a rhythm in time with the moans he was bringing from Kurt. Blaine was mesmerized. It was hard not to lean over and kiss the writhing boy like he usually did. Dave straightened up and pulled Kurt's hips up, moving faster and deeper.

"B-blaine," Dave looked over. "You can't be comfortable."

Blaine let out a chuckle and slid his jeans the rest of the way off before crawling over to lay beside Kurt, pressing his chest to the boy's side and leaning over to swallow a high moan. Kurt kissed back, gripping hard at the back of Blaine's neck.

"God, Kurt, you're so beautiful," Blaine moved from Kurt's mouth down his jaw and neck. "I just love to watch you."

"Oh, fuck, please touch me," Kurt scratched at Blaine's back, eyes tearing up from the overwhelming pleasure. Dave was definitely inexperienced, but he was thick, filling every inch of Kurt and hammering his prostate with force. Dave squeezed Kurt's hips and pulled him even closer, reaching deeper still.

"Fuck, Dave!" Kurt arched, giving Blaine access to kiss down his chest and stomach. Blaine took one of Dave's hands and wrapped it around Kurt's cock while he sucked. Dave fought his orgasm, waiting for Kurt, but it was hard. He had the boy he loved for one night and his beautiful boyfriend was helping him. It was enough to cause him to blink back tears.

"Dave, Blaine- I'm-"

"Ungh, let go, Kurt," Dave groaned and suddenly felt Kurt clench down around him and Blaine wrap his hand around the one he had on Kurt's cock, swallowing as Kurt came hard with a shuddering cry down his throat. Dave moaned loudly and came inside Kurt. Dave wrapped his other hand quickly around Blaine and with a couple of sharp, long tugs, Blaine came as well, burying his face in the dip of Kurt's hip. Dave pulled out and leaned back against the door, his brain fuzzy and body worn out. Kurt leaned up slowly and tugged his arm, pulling him down to lie next to him. Dave didn't know he had started crying.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Kurt pulled Dave's head onto his chest.

"Just...thank you," Dave sniffed. "Thank you for giving me that."

"Ssh, it's ok," Kurt kissed the top of his head. "I would have wanted the same thing."

Dave nodded and nestled his head in Kurt's neck. "Thank you, too, Blaine...I know that was hard for you."

"It was...but then again it wasn't. It seems like I've found someone who could love Kurt almost as much as I do," Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt's cheek.

"I know I have to move on, now..." Dave sat up on his elbow, "I think I can now."

Kurt smiled at him. "How long? Have you felt this way, I mean."

Dave ducked his head and smiled. "Since you walked into McKinley for the first time...you were wearing a bright blue sweater and some really tight jeans with a pair of boots and I just thought you looked so confident and determined...everything I wanted to be."

Blaine and Kurt both smiled.

"I can be that now...thanks to you," Dave looked up with love in his eyes. "I just hope I can find someone like you found Blaine. Someone who will be just as confident as determined as you looked that day."

Kurt blinked back tears and leaned up to kiss Dave passionately. Dave cupped Kurt's cheek before pulling back slowly. "I guess I better go."

"You'll find them, Dave," Kurt smiled. "I did and you can, too."

Dave nodded and moved to pull his jeans back on and slip his shirt on over his forehead. Before he left, he looked back at the couple, who had settled in next to each other- Blaine still up on his elbow, pressed against Kurt's side, carding his fingers through the sweaty locks that had fallen into Kurt's face and Kurt staring up at him, the moonlight reflecting off his pale naked body- and swallowed hard before climbing out of the truck.

"Thank you for letting him have that, Blaine," Kurt leaned into Blaine's touch.

"I was thinking about it while I was watching," Blaine traced Kurt's hairline with his fingertips. "I understood how he felt and would have wanted one night with the boy I loved even if I knew it wouldn't be forever. Even after all the horrible things he did to you, he deserved that much."

Kurt sat up and lay Blaine back, tangling his leg with Blaine's and kissing him slowly and sweetly. This was were Kurt belonged- no matter who or what came along and no matter what crazy perverse things they did, at the end of the day Blaine was the only one and would always be.

"I love you, Blaine."

"I love you, too, Kurt. Forever."