Rubbing his groggy eyes, Blaine pulled the pillow from behind his head over his face, “Brooke, let me sleep,” Blaine groaned as Brooke continued to jump.

Brooke flopped down on the bed, pulling the pillow off his face, “No! Tell me how it went, I want to know everything!”

“Good God girl, it’s only eight AM! Can’t I have an hour before I launch into the intimate details?”

“Ohh intimate... now you have to tell me everything.” Brooke giggled.

Groaning, he pushed her to the side a bit as he sat up, rubbing his eyes, “Where do you want me to start?”

“After you picked him up obviously.” Brooke rolled her eyes at Blaine, as she normally did when she thought he was playing dumb.

“So I took him to that really fancy Italian place. But before we went into the restaurant, I told him I liked him and then I kissed him.”

Brooke squealed, clapping her hands together. Blaine continued, “And then we went to the restaurant and had an absolute blast. We get along really well, it was very adorable and just absolutely perfect.”

Grabbing a pillow Brooke hid her face in it like she usually did when she got really excited, squealing like a little girl, “And what about after the restaurant? You got home pretty late Mister.”

Blaine ran his hand through his hair, “Well we uhm... we kind of fucked in an alleyway.”

Blinking and staring at her friend, she said nothing for a short moment, dropping her jaw. In all the time Blaine knew Brooke he’d never once seen this expression on her face. With a judgmental tone she stated, “BLAINE.”

“WHAT? Did I do something wrong?” Blaine asked hiding his face.

“You just told the boy you were into him... and YOU FUCKED.” Brooke was talking rather loud, realizing she should quiet her voice, “FUCKED HIM IN PUBLIC!”

Blaine blinked looking up at her, wondering what to say. Her shoulder sunk as she looked into his eyes as if she was trying to get the reasoning out of him that way, “What the hell got into you Blaine?”

He ran his hand through his hair, “Well I was really turned on okay? And he looked really hot, I couldn’t help it.”

“Was he tight?” Brooke asked, shrugging a bit. This was Blaine’s favorite part about her; she had absolutely no filter.

Blaine could say ANYTHING to her and he was so grateful for that. He blushed as he realized he couldn’t contain his excitement, “OH MY GOD YOU HAVE NO IDEA. Just... mmmmmfffffff I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life.”

“That’s my boy, your momma raised you right, hit it while it’s hot.” Brooke bit her lip and giggled.

Blaine’s mind flashed back to 8th grade when Brooke thought she was a gangster, “Brooklyn Marie Warner, I swear to God if you revert back to talking like a ‘hood’ person I will disown you as my illegitimate sister.” Blaine’s voice was soft but stern.

Brooke burst into laughter, reaching forward, hugging him tightly, “I love you Blaine, I love you!”

Wrapping his arms around her Blaine hugged her tightly as they fell back onto the bed, giggling like schoolgirls at a sleepover. Looking into her eyes he smiled, “But seriously Brooke, it’s amazing. I don’t know what it was, but it was incredible, seriously, I’m so glad we went out last night.”

His smile lingered on his face as he glanced up at the ceiling, trying to push the other part of the night into the back of his mind. He couldn’t tell her, he really couldn’t. He was so afraid of what she’d think. She was his best friend and he told her everything, but this, this was something he was afraid would ruin their friendship.

“I’m glad you’re happy Blaine, your happiness means the world to me.” She smiled as she stretched her neck up, kissing Blaine on the cheek.

Blaine smiled. Just as he was about to respond he heard footsteps in the apartment. He picked up his pillow, holding it, using it as a weapon, “Who’s that? Brooke, who’s here? We’re being robbed. Oh my gosh we’re being robbed!”

Brooke burst into a fit of laughter, scaring Blaine, “Brooke, oh my God why are you laughing?”

“Dude, calm the fuck down. It’s just Jake, he said he was coming over this morning.”

A loud groan escaped Blaine’s mouth, “How did he get in? The door was lock...WAIT a minute... did you give him a key?”

Brooke’s face turned a bright strawberry red, “Yeah? I mean he’s my boyfriend Blaine. We’re pretty serious; you know that. I really love him.”

“If this guy breaks your heart, he will regret it.” The words were heavy as they left Blaine’s mouth with last night popping into his head.

Pulling him up off the bed, Brooke dragged Blaine out into the living room. Upon seeing Jake pull Brooke into a kiss, Blaine’s nose was immediately scrunched up at the sight. He shuddered before quickly stating, “Hey dude.”

“Oh hey Blaine, how are you dude?” Jake quickly flipped his head back as a way of greeting.

“Fine, so uhm...what are you doing here?” Blaine asked a bit too rude for Brooke’s taste as he saw her give him a death look.

“I came to spend the afternoon with my girlfriend, do you have a problem with that?”

Just shaking his head, Blaine groaned, plopping down on the couch, turning the TV on. The channel was on the local news channel, reporting the find of a dead body. Blaine recognized the man immediately, his hand covering his mouth.

The body of a 23-year-old Reed Lewis was found early this morning along with the bodies of two of his friends. Foul play is suspected, but we’ll bring you more details as they become available.

Blaine didn’t remove his hand from his mouth as Brooke sat down next to him, concerned, “Are you okay?”

Taking a deep breath, Blaine just nodded, “Uh yeah, it just breaks my heart is all. To think that someone could have killed him, that’s just heartbreaking.”

He tried to hide his face, wondering what he should do. Should he text Kurt? Should he call him? Should they try and figure it out?

“It is. There are some real animals out there, they should all be shot.” Brooke said, staring at the pictures of Reed on the screen.

Raising his eyebrows, Blaine let his jaw drop at what she had said. Running his hand through his hair, he jumped up, searching for his phone. He dialed Kurt’s number, anxiously waiting for him to pick up. After a few rings Kurt’s groggy sleepy voice was on the other end, “Hmmmm, ugh. Hello?”

“Kurt. It’s Blaine. Turn on your TV to the local news now.” Blaine stated anxiously.

Blaine, why, I don’t understa...OH MY GOD.” Kurt said as Blaine heard his shuffle and the sound of the static radiating from the TV Kurt had just turned on.

Hearing Kurt let out a small whimper on the line, he took a deep breath, worried, What the hell are we going to do?

“I don’t know. I really don’t know. I just wanted you to know. I can’t talk much now but do you think we could meet later yeah?”

Yeah, yeah sure, definitely, we have to.

Kurt quickly hung up the phone as Blaine reentered the living room to find Brooke with Jake’s tongue down her throat. He stuck his tongue out, shuddering as he groaned, walking back to his bedroom and falling down onto his bed, wondering what he was going to do. An idea hit him. He had to talk to Kurt. He had to talk to him now.

Blaine got up quickly, pulled on a pair of jeans, a T-shirt and a jacket, heading for the door. Brooke stopped him, “Where’re you going?”

“I’ll be back later.” That was all she needed to know; he wasn’t saying anything else.

Once he was outside again he dialed Kurt’s number again, “Hey you, what’s your apartment number? We need to talk now besides my friend’s idiot boyfriend is here, so I have to get out.”

1346, the 3rd floor. Kurt said, The door’s open, so just come in. My roommate’s with a girl.

Blaine was at Kurt’s apartment within a few minutes. He pushed the door open, stepping in, “Kurt?”

“Back here.” Blaine heard Kurt’s voice from the back of the apartment.

He entered Kurt’s bedroom a few moments later. Kurt was moisturizing his face. Blaine couldn’t help but chuckle, teasing him, “You’re letting me see you before you moisturized?”

Kurt laughed, “You fucked me in an alleyway last night. You’ve seen everything there is to see, this isn’t a big deal.”

Pressing a kiss to the top of Kurt’s head Blaine laughed, hopping up onto the counter next to him, “So, I’m really worried that they’re going to find out we did it.”

“No one saw anything.” Kurt said as he closed his lotion bottle.

“That’s not the point Kurt. You watch those CSI shows right? They know how to figure this shit out. What do we do?”

Kurt turned towards Blaine, “I don’t know. Nothing was left behind, they won’t know and who the hell would ever think we’d do something like that?”

Blaine shrugged, “I don’t know... I really don’t. So, I told Brooke that we fucked in an alleyway last night.”

Kurt’s jaw dropped in the same fashion Brooke’s had that morning, “Why would you tell her that?! It’s personal!”

“She’s my best friend Kurt. I tell her everything. We tell each other everything. She’s like my number one fan, besides she was jumping on my bed this morning. If you knew her, you’d know that you could never keep something from her.”

“You could have given her the PG version you know.”

Blaine chuckled softly, “I tried Kurt, believe me, but she knows when I’m holding back.”

Kurt sighed, “Okay, I guess it’s okay, as long as she won’t say anything.”

As Kurt finished his moisturizing routine he turned to Blaine. Standing up, he took Blaine’s face in his hands pressing a kiss to his lips. Blaine grinned deviously, “You wanna get frisky this early in the morning Mr. Hummel? This can definitely be arranged.”

Blaine’s shirt was pulled off and thrown across the room as Kurt kissed Blaine’s neck, “Mmmm please.”

Scooting himself off the counter, Blaine pushed Kurt into the wall, nibbling at his lower lip. Kurt let out a small moan. Before the two boys knew it, their clothes were off, their bodies grinding together. Growling in Kurt’s ear, Blaine whispered, “How bad do you want me right now?”

Kurt moaned into Blaine’s ear, “Really bad. I want you really fucking bad Blaine, ugh.”

Teasing Kurt, Blaine gently licked his neck, squeezing Kurt tighter as he shivered under Blaine’s embrace. A slight whimper left Kurt’s lips as he felt Blaine grind into him, a soft chuckle left his lips, “Dude, you’re not...”

“Neither are you....” Blaine said suddenly looking down. There wasn’t an inch of hardness between the two.

Kurt laughed, “Well, uh... this is awkward uhm... what the fuck?”

“I want you...badly but... little Blaine doesn’t seem to be into the idea.” Blaine frowned slightly.

“It doesn’t seem like little Kurt is either.” Kurt responded as he watched Blaine pull on his pants and hop up on the counter again.

“What the hell? I’m usually turned on so quickly.”

“Do you think.... not it can’t be.” Kurt said shaking his head.

Blaine tilted his head to the side, “What’re you talking about?”

“Do you think... last night...” Kurt was having a hard time expressing his thoughts but Blaine picked up on it, quickly, the realization forming on his face, “Dude, razor. Now.”

Kurt handed a razor over to Blaine, a look of knowing on his face. As Blaine took a deep breath, he ran the razor along his wrist, slicing into it. He saw the blood gush out. Sucking on the blood Blaine dropped the razor onto the counter and looked down at his pants, laughing. He took Kurt’s hand and put it on his dick, “You feel that?”

“Fuck... I knew it...” Kurt said before he slit the razor across his own wrist, sucking up the blood before he crashed his lips onto Blaine’s, pulling him off the counter.

Shoving Blaine into the wall Kurt groaned as Blaine pulled away from the kiss, sucking on Kurt’s neck. A soft moan left Kurt’s lips as he arched his back into Blaine, needing to feel every inch of him, grinding against his dick. His hands were pulling on Blaine’s curls as his eyes closed.

Pushing Kurt up against the wall Blaine growled in his ear, nibbling on it. He felt Kurt’s hands fumble with his pants, pushing them off and discarding them on the opposite side of the bathroom. As Blaine grinded against Kurt again, Kurt groaned, digging his nails into Blaine’s back. Snaking his arm around Blaine’s waist, Kurt spun him around, pushing him up against the wall.

Pressing his body up against Blaine, Kurt ran his hands down Blaine’s untrimmed chest, caressing every inch, one hand settling on Blaine’s hard dick, pumping his hand slowly. With his other hand he took hold of his own dick and pushed it up into Blaine’s ass without any warning.

A loud cry left Blaine’s lips as he threw his head back, letting it fall on Kurt’s shoulder as Kurt thrusted deep inside him, hard and fast. Tilting his neck, Kurt captured Blaine’s lips in a passionate kiss, pushing his cock inside fast and hard once again. As their tongues danced together, Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine, holding on for dear life.

Blaine could feel Kurt hardening by the second, filling up his ass, every inch, just Kurt. He moaned, screaming Kurt’s name, “FUCK. KURT. OH GOD.”

Chuckling softly, Kurt rammed his cock into Blaine’s ass again, harder and faster than before, a loud unnffff leaving both their lips. Kurt could feel the sweat drip down his body as he pressed himself up against Blaine, thrusting faster and faster in and out of him.

He took a deep breath, kissing Blaine hard on the mouth once before he pulled out, sinking to the ground pulling Blaine with him. His hand on Blaine’s hard dick, pumping up and down slowly, Kurt knew both of them were done for. Before he knew it, Blaine’s hand was on his cock, pumping his hand. That was all it took, just a touch. There was cum everywhere, both boys covered in each other’s sticky mess.

“Wow,” Kurt said as they were lying on the tile floor, “You’re perfect.”

Blaine giggled rolling over, resting his arms on Kurt’s chest, “Nah, you are. I’ve never been fucked that hard.”

“God, I’ve never been this crazy with sex before. If you can walk then it’ll be a miracle.” Kurt laughed.

“I could really use a cigarette right now.”

Kurt laughed, “I’ve got some if you’re serious. It might help calm us down and we can really talk about this.”

“I don’t smoke but you fucked me hard enough to the point where I’m really considering one,” Blaine clapped teasingly, “Congrats on your achievement Mr. Hummel. But honestly, we have to figure out what the fuck we’re doing.”

Helping Blaine up, Kurt couldn’t help but laugh. He opened his dresser drawer and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. The two boys headed out onto the porch sitting down. Kurt held the cigarette in his hand, lighting it as he looked over at Blaine, “I don’t understand. I really don’t.”

“We need to figure out a plan if anything comes of this.”

“Blaine, I don’t think anything will. Nothing links us.” Kurt said as he took a long drag.

“What’re we going to do though? Is that now going to be the only way we can fuck?”

Kurt blew his smoke in a long puff, “If we do keep this up, people are going to start thinking we’re suicidal.”

Blaine sighed before perking his head up, “Wait, it doesn’t have to be me. Last night, after we killed those three men, it was one of the best fucks ever.”

“You’re not seriously suggesting that we kill people so we can fuck?” Kurt responded giving Blaine a look of pure judgment.

“Well I don’t want to stop fucking you Kurt. I enjoy it and I enjoy you fucking me, but as of now, the only way we’re being able to fuck is from seeing or tasting blood.”

Kurt let out a heavy sigh, taking another drag, “Blaine...”

His thought was cut off by the sudden calling of his name, “Kurt? You home?”

“What? Uh yeah!” Kurt responded.

“Who’s that?” Blaine asked.

Before Blaine knew it, a tall boy came onto the porch with them, ruffling Kurt’s hair, “Who is this Kurt?”

“Parker, hey man. This is Blaine, that guy I told you about, my boyfriend. Blaine, this is Parker, he’s my roommate and my best friend.” Kurt responded as he scrunched up his nose at the fact that his hair was now messed up.

Blaine’s eyes lit up, he mouthed ‘boyfriend’ to Kurt and winked. Blaine smiled up at Parker, “Pleasure to meet you Parker, I’ve heard tons about you.”

Parker smiled back, “As I have about you. You break his heart I’ll break your face.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on ever letting this one go.” Blaine said putting his hands up defensively.

Parker grinned like an idiot, “Yay!”

Kurt just laughed, rolling his eyes at Parker, “Parker likes to fully immerse himself in my love life.”

Blaine raised his eyebrows, “Is he...?”

“What? Oh. No. Parker’s very straight.” Kurt reassured Blaine.

“Oh God, yeah dude, don’t worry. Kurt and I are just very close friends. I have a girlfriend.” Parker’s face lit up, smiling.

“Oh so you finally asked her?” Kurt smirked.

“YES! Kailey is officially my girlfriend.” He jumped up and down clapping like an idiot.

Blaine looked a bit confused, his eyes asking Kurt to clue him in. Kurt just laughed, “Parker’s been attempting to make Kailey his girlfriend for five months, this is a big deal.”

“Congrats man.” Blaine just laughed.

As Parker smiled, he left, leaving Kurt and Blaine alone again. Sighing, Kurt put out his cigarette in the ashtray on the table next to him, “Blaine, we really need to figure this out though... seriously.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say. You act like I have experience with this sort of thing.”

“I don’t know what to do either! We can’t just hurt people if we want to fuck and we can’t start cutting ourselves either...”

“Let’s just drop this, we.... we don’t have to have sex either... we can, do without it...maybe?” He asked actually not quite sure what he was thinking.

Kurt laughed uproariously, “I’m a horny college student and you’re going to withhold sex?”

“Well it’s the only thing I can think of Kurt...ugh fuck, why did what happened have to happen?” Blaine closed eyes and let his head fall back as he sunk in the chair.

Kurt sighed, “I don’t know. Let’s try and hold off on it for as long as possible. I mean we don’t have to have sex. There are other things we can do too.” Kurt said as he leaned in to kiss Blaine’s lips.

“The fact that my brain jumps to the way you look bent over whenever you kiss me is not helping!”

“This is going to be a serious problem.” Kurt responded, laughing softly.

“We have to do something... Las night can never happen again.” Blaine stated, his face serious.

Kurt sighed, sinking into his chair, “I don’t know what to tell you. We can try and just forget about it and move on okay?”

“Let’s do that.” Blaine nodded, looking out into the distance.

Smiling, Kurt stood up and sat on Blaine’s lap, kissing his lips softly, as he ran his hand through Blaine’s curls. Gently he moved his lips with Blaine’s. His tongue slid along Blaine’s bottom lip as it was granted entrance into his mouth. Their tongues danced together, exploring, peacefully. The kiss wasn’t desperate or passionate, but just sweet.

As Kurt pulled away he smiled, “I’m really glad you talked to me that day.”

“So am I. I’m really glad you actually turned out to be gay.” Blaine laughed, nuzzling into Kurt’s neck, nibbling gently.

Kurt laughed, “You’re glad? I’M glad. You could have easily been straight.”

“But I’m not... I’ve never been and never will be... you know it must be destiny.” Blaine whispered.

Kurt smiled, “That it is.”

He leaned in pressing a soft kiss against Blaine’s lips, clutching onto his curls as he felt Blaine deepen the kiss. Kurt’s tongue gently licked Blaine’s lips, sliding his tongue into Blaine’s mouth. Their kiss was interrupted by a knock on the door. Pulling away Kurt looked into the apartment, “PARKER. CAN YOU GET THAT?”

Parker groaned, standing up from his position on the couch. As he opened the door, his jaw dropped, “Officer, how can I help you?”

Kurt and Blaine gasped loudly, their heads snapping over to the door.