Looking up, Kurt let out a soft smile. The officer stepped closer to Kurt, his arms still crossed, “You do know why you’re in here don’t you?”

Blinking Kurt shook his head, “No, I actually don’t.”
“When was the last time you paid your parking tickets Mr. Hummel?”

Kurt tilted his head to the side before letting his eyes widen and his jaw drop. He hadn’t had the money to pay for the two parking tickets he’d gotten about two months ago. Figuring that once he had enough money for it, he’d pay it. As he sat in the interrogation room he realized what had happened, “I’m sorry. I just didn’t have the money for it, I didn’t think it’d be that big of a deal.”

The officer looked down at Kurt, “You didn’t think it would be that big of a deal? You do realize you have to go to court now right?”

“Court? I... I understand.”

...

Blaine pushed open the door to his apartment, seeing Brooke sitting on the couch, flipping through channels. She turned her head up, staring up at him, “Where have you been? Out with Kurt have you?”

“Yeah, I was.”

As he entered the kitchen, he heard Brooke turn in their leather couch, “So where is Mr. Hummel?”

“Oh he’s in an interrogation room with the police, no big deal.”

“WHAT?!” She squealed, her jaw dropping, “Explain Anderson.”

“I really don’t know. We were walking out of the school building and the next thing I know he was being handcuffed and taken away.”

Brooke raised her eyebrows, “Blaine, that’s not no big deal. ARE YOU MAD?”

Sitting down on the couch with a bag of chips in his hand, Blaine shoved chips into his mouth, “Well I just figured that he’d let me know what happened you know, it’s not like there’s anything I can do.”

She scooted closer to Blaine, a smile forming on her face, “Blaine.”

“What do you want Brooke?” Blaine asked, stuffing his hand into the bag for another handful of chips.

“So, about Jake, I want to talk.”

A loud groan left Blaine’s lips, “Ugh, why do we need to talk about him? You know I don’t like him.”

“But he’s the one Blaine. I need you two to get friendly. After all you’re going to be the godfather of our two daughters and son.”

“That’s very specific my dear.”

“Well, I know what I want. And I’ll do anything to get it.”

Blaine just nodded, turning away from her. She took hold of his chin in between her fingers pulling his face back towards her, “I mean it Blaine. The four of us are going out to dinner tomorrow.”

“Four? What? Me, you, Jake and who?”

“Kurt, dumbass.” Brooke said rolling her eyes and turning towards the microwave, watching her popcorn pop.

A loud chuckle left Blaine’s lips, “No, we can’t. We’d kill him.”

Brooke’s head snapped around to face Blaine, “What the fuck?”

“I hate him, and I can guarantee Kurt will as well, we’re very similar.”

“You don’t really know him like I know him Blaine. He’s really amazing, and I wish you’d see that.” She said taking Blaine’s hand in hers, holding onto it tightly.

Looking up at Blaine, pouting her lips, she gave him the puppy dog eyes, “Please Blaine, please.”

“Brooke, why? Why do you do this to me?” He looked at her, those puppy dog eyes he could never say no to, “Fine. On one condition.”

“What?” She asked as she watched him stand up and walk into the kitchen.

He opened the microwave, taking the bag of popcorn out, smiling over at her, “This is mine.”

Leaving the kitchen, he headed into his room, munching on the popcorn as he did.

...

Kurt walked down the street, towards The Gateway, the most high-class restaurant in the area. He saw Blaine standing up against the wall in a pair of dark jeans, black dress shoes, a black polo, a black blazer and a red and black striped bowtie. He snaked his arm around Blaine’s waist whispering in his ear, “You look really hot tonight.”

“As do you Mr. Hummel, who is it?

“Alex, my love.”

Blaine chuckled softly, giving Kurt a soft kiss before sliding his fingers into Kurt’s, interlacing them gently. He pulled him into the restaurant, smiling up at the hostess, “We’re looking for the Warner party.”

The hostess smiled, nodding, picking up two menus, and leading them into the back. Brooke and Jake stood up to greet Kurt and Blaine. Brooke smiled looking over at Kurt, “So this is the famous Kurt huh?”

“Yes, I’m Kurt, you must be Brooke, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“You’ve been about secrets about me Blaine? How could you?”

Blaine just chuckled looking over at Jake, nodding, “Hey man. This Kurt. Kurt, this Jake, Brooke’s... b-boyfriend.”

Turning her head towards Blaine, Brooke shot him a look, shaking her head. The four sat down, picking up their menus. Jake picked up the wine list, looking at Blaine, “Red or white?”

“Neither. I like my liqueur hard, like my men.” Blaine shot back.

Jake’s face suddenly distorted to a look that bordered between shock and utter disgust. Brooke hid her face in her hands; she was absolutely mortified. Kurt, on the other hand, slid his right hand down Blaine’s leg, giving his cock a slight squeeze, teasingly. The tension at the table was relieved slightly when the waitress showed up, smiling over at them.

“We’d like a bottle of your finest Merlot for the table please.” Jake smiled.

The waitress nodded and started to walk away. Blaine piped up, “Excuse me miss?”

She turned around, smiling over at Blaine, “Yes sir?”

“I’d like a Scotch on the rocks please.” Blaine stated, shooting a glance over at Jake.

She nodded and walked away, heading to the bar to get their drinks. The silence returned. Brooke fiddled with her hands in her lap, “So... Kurt...”

Kurt looked up at her, waiting for her to finish her question. When she didn’t he said, “So, Brooke, I really love your dress, where’d you get it?

“Aww, thanks so much. I got it at Stars Hollow, that little bohemian store on the corner of Wallace and Britin Avenue.”

“Really? I go there all the time. It’s my guilty pleasure store.” Kurt smiled.

Brooke smiled back, “Did you see the new scarves they got in about a week ago? I almost had a panic attack about that blue and purple checkered one.”

“That’s to die for! I will buy it one day.” Kurt laughed.

“What is the point of those scarves? They don’t cover your neck.” Jake retorted.

Kurt and Brooke snapped their heads up towards Jake, giving him the bitch glare.

“No, they do have a point. That blue one was amazing, I almost convinced Kurt to buy it.” Blaine smiled, squeezing Kurt’s hand.

“So tell me Mr. Anderson, what the fuck is the purpose of a tiny ass scarf?” Jake asked.

Thankfully, the drinks arrived. The waitress smiled down at Blaine, blushing slightly, “Here’s your drink sir, scotch on the rocks, just like you ordered.”

Blaine looked up at her, nodding, “Thank you miss.”

She opened the bottle of wine, pouring some into Jake’s glass handing it over to him. He took a small sip, nodding, “That’s perfect.”

The other two glasses were filled and the bottle placed on the table, “I’ll be back in a bit to take your orders.”

Jake picked up his menu, groaning, “Who do I have to fuck to get a burger around here?”

“I’ll go ask the manager for a job and you can fuck me.” Blaine winked, chuckling.

“Blaine, please, can we have a civilized dinner?” Brooke groaned.

“I’d kill to have you fuck me here.” Kurt growled in Blaine’s ear.

Food was ordered and eaten. It was a nice dinner, save for a few rude comments from Jake and Blaine. As the check was paid, the group left the restaurant, standing outside. Kurt and Blaine’s fingers were intertwined with each other’s, as Blaine rubbed his finger along Kurt’s hand.

“I have an early class, so I’ll be heading, Jake, let’s go.” Brooke said, taking hold of Jake’s hand.

“Hey, no come on man, come drinking with us. We’ll bond. “ He chuckled looking over at Brooke.

“No, I’m not gonna go drinking with you guys, you fucking kidding me?” Jake sneered.

“Come on dude, really, what’s going to happen?”

Jake looked over at Brooke for a moment, as if asking for her permission. She smiled up at him, squeezing his hand, “Go with them baby, please, I’d really like for you and Blaine to at least be able to be civil with each other.”

“Alright fine, just because I love you.” He leaned down pressing his lips against hers.

She kissed him back, squeezing his arm tightly, “I love you too cuddle bear.”

Kurt and Blaine cringed, shivering at the term of endearment Brooke had given to her boyfriend. Brooke left, glancing back at Blaine, as if warning him to be on his best behavior. The three boys headed down the street, towards The Heavy Hitter, in search of more alcohol. Jake was walking at least five feet in front of Kurt and Blaine as if he was afraid to be seen with them.

The three of them entered the bar, claiming an area of sofas in the corner. Jake offered to get their drinks, leaving quite quickly towards the bar. Blaine leaned towards Kurt, sliding his hand up Kurt’s leg, as he pressed their lips together firmly. Kurt moaned softly, sliding his tongue into Blaine’s mouth, letting them dance together as they fought for dominance.

Kurt ran his hand through Blaine’s curls as he kissed him back passionately. As he pulled away he realized Jake wasn’t back yet. It wouldn’t have taken that long to get three drinks. Kurt climbed onto Blaine’s lap, and looked over towards the bar, noticing that Jake was nowhere to be found. Looking over at Blaine, Kurt raised his eyebrows, “Where do you think he went?”

“I don’t know, he should be back by now. I really want that beer.” Blaine groaned, looking over by the bar.

Kurt shrugged his shoulders and climbed off Blaine, “Did you really think he was gonna get us a drink?”

“Well, I guess I’m just going to have to tell Brooke he’s being a bastard.”

“You wouldn’t. Come on, let’s just go find him.”

Taking Blaine’s hand, Kurt pulled Blaine up, dragging him over to the bar. They sat down in the bar seats, smiling up at the bartender, ordering a beer for Blaine and a Cosmopolitan for Kurt. As their drinks were being made, Blaine scanned the room for any search of Jake. As the cap of his beer was popped off and handed to him, Blaine asked, “Did you happen to see a tall, dirty blonde, muscular, jock kind of guy, looking absolutely ridiculous in his suit around here?”

“Oh, yeah, he headed off about five minutes ago with some pretty redhead. They’re in the back room.” The bartender responded, pointing to the back right area of the bar.

Kurt drank the last few sips of his drink, placing it back on the bar. He took Blaine’s hand, dragging him over to the dance floor, “Come on, let’s dance. It’s probably no big deal, this night was supposed to be fun remember?”

Blaine nodded, letting Kurt drag him over to the dance floor. The two of them danced to the music, their hips swaying and their hands waving in the air. Blaine couldn’t help but chuckle at how ridiculous he felt, dancing like this, “I feel like a doofus Kurt.”

“Shut up, you look adorable. It’s kind of fun dancing like this. I haven’t done this in a while.” Kurt responded spinning in circles to the beat of the music.

As they’re swaying and dancing with the music, Blaine let his glance fall over to the opposite side of the dance floor where he immediately recognized Jake, grinding, dry humping and making out with a girl with fiery red hair. It wasn’t a gentle make out, or something that could be construed as a mistake, Jake wanted it, you could see his passion in the way he was holding onto her.

Blaine tensed up, stepping closer to Kurt, gripping tightly onto his waist, “Kurt. I found him.”

“Hmm? You found who?” Kurt asked as he moved his hips from side to side, gently grinding into Blaine’s.

“Him, that bastard. I knew there wasn’t something right about him and now there’s proof.”

Turning around, spinning Blaine with him, Kurt looked over his boyfriend’s shoulder, spotting the red hair, pressed up against the tall jock. A loud gasp left Kurt’s lips, “Holy shit. Doesn’t he love Brooke?”

Glancing back at his boyfriend, Kurt looked into Blaine’s eyes. His own eyes widened as he saw the anger, and sheer hurt. Blaine’s face was blank, expressionless. Tensing up his body, Blaine lunged forward towards Jake, to go confront him. Before he could move, he was stopped by Kurt’s arm, pushing him back, “Blaine, let’s go. Outside, now.”

He held on tightly to Blaine’s shoulders, pushing him backwards, guiding him out of the bar. As they exited the bar, Blaine began pacing back and forth in front of Kurt, who was leaning up against the wall, crossing his arms across his chest. Running his hand through his thick curls Blaine let out a loud groan as he furiously punched the wall in front of him, “Fuck!”

Kurt gently placed his hand on Blaine’s back, rubbing it slightly, “It’s okay, shh, we’ll figure this out.”

“NO! It won’t be. Don’t you understand Kurt?! Brooke is my best friend, and her boyfriend is fucking cheating on her. How is that good? How is that okay? What the fuck are we supposed to do? This is fucking bullshit Kurt. I can’t do this, what the fuck do we do? This is just.... fuck. What the fuck do I do?”

“Calm down, we’ll figure this out.”

“I will not calm down! This is not something that can be taken lightly? Don’t you get that?” Blaine groaned, turning away from Kurt.

He ran his hand through his hair again, as he bent down on the ground, resting his head in his hands. Kurt bent down, rubbing Blaine’s back once again, “Look, we’ll figure this out okay? I promise. We just have to stay calm. We’re not going to get anything done if we’re yelling.”

“You can’t fucking promise that Kurt! How do you know? You don’t know what it’s like to be cheated on! You don’t know the pain you go through! It’s not just some fucking joke Kurt!”

Kurt groaned, standing up, resting his back against the wall once again, “Fuck you Blaine, fuck you.”

He started to walk away before Blaine’s voice stopped him, “Jesus Christ Kurt, you didn’t have to be such a dick! I didn’t mean to take my anger out on you. I’m sorry, it’s just hard.”

“Next time, try and control your fucking anger, because you might just push me away.”

Blaine groaned, “Look, Kurt, I’m sorry. Can we just go somewhere?”

“I need a dick up my ass, let’s just go pick up some guy and do the usual.”

A small smile fell across Blaine’s face as Kurt slipped his hand in Blaine’s, walking down the street, “I thought we’d head over to Ben Dover if that’s okay?”

A smirk fell across Blaine’s face, “Yes, let’s go, now.”

Walking towards the bar, they swung their hands together, clinging onto each other, tightly. Blaine bit his lip at the thought of being able to stick his dick in Kurt’s ass. Just the thought of that made everything better. He suddenly felt relieved. It wasn’t that he had forgotten what had happened, he just felt better.

The two boys turned the corner, getting in line to get into Ben Dover. As they showed their IDs, they headed in quickly, heading straight to the bar. Blaine ordered a beer and a cosmopolitan for Kurt. As Blaine took a sip of his beer, Kurt leaned closer to him, “Anyone catch your eye?”

“Uh yeah, blondie in the corner with a blue polo.” Blaine said pointing to the right side corner.

Kurt scrunched up his nose, “Ew, no. He looks like he’s fourty.”

“How about that guy? Dirty blonde, kind of short hair, but not too short, no shirt and jeans?”

“Wait what? The guy with the tattoo? Uh... Blaine?”

“Yes. Tattoos are hot okay? Especially that one, it’s dark and mysterious.”

As the guy Blaine was describing turned towards them, Kurt noticed his tattoo. The dragon across his back made Kurt’s breathing quicken, “Shit. You’re right. That tattoo is hot. Go get him. I’ll be outside.”

Blaine smirked heading over towards the guy, dancing near him, cutting in front of everyone else. As the guy noticed, he stopped dancing with the others, turning towards Blaine, “Yes? Can I help you?”

Standing up on this tiptoes, Blaine placed his hand on the guy’s shoulder, whispering in his ear. The guy bit his lip, blushing, nodding eagerly. He let Blaine lead him outside to where Kurt was, pressing him up against the wall. The guy pulled Blaine close to him, sliding his hand around to Blaine’s ass. A soft moan left Blaine’s lips as he looked into the guy’s eyes.

Sliding his left hand down to the guy’s crotch, he gently started stroking the bulge in his pants. His right hand was in his pocket pulling out his pocketknife. As he watched the guy close his eyes and let his head fall back, Blaine took a glance at his knife, pulling out the corkscrew. Unbuckling, unbuttoning and unzipping the guy’s pants, he slid his hand down, palming the guy through his boxers.
Soft moans left the guy’s lips as he had his eyes still closed, “More, please.”

Blaine chuckled softly, sliding his hand in the guy’s boxers, taking his dick in his hand, “Someone’s enjoying this.”

As Blaine quickened his hand, pumping the guy’s cock faster, he snapped his head towards Kurt, asking for a bit of help. Kurt merely smirked, kicking a trashcan down, the metal trashcan, falling to the floor. A loud clang echoed throughout the alleyway. The guy’s head snapped over towards the sound of the trashcan. Blaine’s hand was up near the guy’s neck, jamming it into his neck.

The guy gasped as Blaine twisted the corkscrew deeper and deeper into the side of his neck. His breath quickened and his hands were on Blaine’s shoulders trying to push him a way. A soft cackle left Blaine’s lips as he dug, deeper. He could see blood on his neck. As the hole got bigger, Blaine’s smirk grew. His hand was removed from the guy’s cock and placed on his own.

He moaned loudly, rubbing the bulge in his pants, whispering to himself, “This is what I’m talking about.”

The pocketknife was dragged across his neck, digging deeper. Hitting the carotid artery, blood poured out of his neck, soaking the guy’s shirt. Blaine stepped back, that smirk falling across his face. Slicing through the rest of his neck, he just smiled, that sinister smile. Watching the guy sink to the floor, Blaine stepped back, watching his body contort as more and more blood poured out, covering the floor. Blaine sauntered over to the corner Kurt was in, smirking, pushing him up against he wall.

His erection was pressed up against Kurt’s a loud moan leaving his lips, “I’m gonna fuck you, so hard.”

Kurt groaned, sliding his hands around to Blaine’s ass, squeezing it tightly. Pulling him closer he unbuckled Blaine’s pants, and pulled them down, letting them pool around Blaine’s ankles. Taking Blaine’s cock in his hand, Kurt pumped his hand up and down, stroking Blaine, watching his head fall back. Staring straight into Kurt’s eyes, Blaine smirked.

Biting onto his lip, Kurt leaned forward kissing Blaine hard, his tongue pushing into Blaine’s mouth. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths, while Blaine pulled down Kurt’s pants, freeing him. He broke the kiss, turning Kurt around, pushing him up against the wall, hard. Taking Kurt’s earlobe in his mouth, he sucked on it, watching Kurt whimper. He let his head fall back onto Blaine’s shoulder, “Just fuck me already.”

Blaine took hold of his cock, guiding it over Kurt’s ass, teasing him. He pushed the tip in, watching Kurt groan, “Fuck.”

Pushing his cock into Kurt’s ass he moaned, “God Kurt, how are you always so fucking tight?”

Kurt whimpered, “Blaine!”

Pushing his cock deep into Kurt’s ass, Blaine groaned, “Fuck, I love that look Kurt.”

Turning his head to face Blaine, Kurt looked into his eyes, staring directly into his eyes. Blaine kissed Kurt, sucking on his bottom lip, pushing harder and deeper into his ass, hitting Kurt’s prostate. Kurt let out a loud scream, “BLAAAAAINE! OH FUCK.”

Pulling out of Kurt’s ass, he slammed hard into him again, the sound reverberating through the alleyway. Loud screams echoed as Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt’s waist, holding onto him tightly as he thrust deep into Kurt’s ass. He moaned, screaming out Kurt’s name, “KURT, fuck! You’re so tight, oh my God.”

Groaning, Kurt was losing coherency of his words. Blaine had complete control over him, holding on tightly to him, keeping him placed firmly on his cock. Whimpering Kurt cried out, “FUCK, you’re so unnnffff you’re so huge. God Blaine.”

Pounding into Kurt’s ass, Blaine dug his fingernails into Kurt’s waist, holding on tight. He could feel his cock pulsating inside Kurt, wanting nothing more than to explode inside of him. Pushing hard and fast into him, Blaine’s breath quickened and his jaw dropped at how amazing he felt inside Kurt’s ass.

Blaine reached for Kurt’s cock, pumping his hand up and down, watching Kurt fall apart underneath him. Pushing deep into Kurt one last time, he saw Kurt’s jaw drop. Before he knew it, Kurt’s cum was covering Blaine’s hand, “Fuck, you’re a God.”

Moaning, Blaine pulled out of Kurt, breathing deeply. He gently stroked his cock up and down, his breath quickening as his warm cum covered his hand, “OH MY GOD. Kuuurt, fuck. Fuck.”

Pulling up his pants, Blaine sighed, reaching out for Kurt’s hand. Kurt pulled up his pants, and walked over to Blaine, pressing his body up against him. Placing a light kiss on his lips he smiled, “Shit Blaine.”

Blaine let out a soft chuckle as he slipped his hand into Kurt’s. They headed down the street, smug smiles on their faces. Heading to Blaine’s apartment, Blaine smiled over at his boyfriend, “Spend the night.”

Kurt just kissed Blaine’s lips lightly, following him to his apartment. As the door was unlocked the two boys heard noises from in the house. Kurt flinched, jumping as he took hold of Blaine’s waist, “Is there a robber in your house? Shit, someone broke in.”

“It’s just Brooke, she’s probably getting water.”

As Blaine had said, Brooke turned around in the kitchen, “Hey Blaine. Oh, Kurt, hey.”

The two boys just smirked, squeezing each other’s hands. As they headed towards Blaine’s bedroom Kurt couldn’t help but chuckle. Brooke popped up in front of them, stopping them from entering the room, “What did you guys see? You’re all blushy. Did you guys fuck somewhere?” The two boys turned a brighter red, “OH MY GOD, YOU FUCKED!”

Shaking his head, Blaine pushed past Brooke, opening the door for Kurt, “Yes, we did. And it was hot and I was pounding into Kurt’s ass and we came everywhere.”

Brooke clapped her hands together just as Blaine shut the door. He climbed up onto the bed with Kurt, stripping down to his boxers. Blaine curled into Kurt’s back, pulling him close, holding him as they both closed their eyes, falling into a deep sleep.