“Mmmmfff, no.” Kurt mumbled as he curled closer into Blaine’s chest.

A small smirk fell across Blaine’s face as he kissed Kurt’s cheek softly, “You stay here love, I’ll be right back.”

Kurt tilted his head to the side, “Where are you going?”

Blaine smiled, “Just stay okay?”

And with that, Blaine left the room disappearing out into the apartment. He stepped into the kitchen, running his hand through his hair. Opening the fridge he pulled out two eggs and placed them on the counter. The frying pan was placed on the stove. He turned it on, watching the flames appear. He heated the pan before cracking the eggs into them.

He fried the eggs along with some bacon. Pouring orange juice into a cup, he placed it on the counter. The eggs were slid out of the frying pan and onto a plate. He set the bacon onto the plate, making sure the plate looked pretty. The plate was placed on a tray along with the orange juice. Carrying the plate into the bedroom he smiled, “Breakfast love?”

Kurt beamed, looking up at his boyfriend, “You cooked me breakfast?”

Blaine just smiled, sitting down next to Kurt as he passed him the plate of breakfast food. Watching him eat all Blaine could do was smile, smile at the beautiful boy next to him. Once Kurt had finished his breakfast, he kissed Blaine softly on the cheek, took the plate in one hand and Blaine’s in the other, dragging him out of the room.

Opening the door, Blaine grabbed the newspaper from the floor and sat down onto the couch with Kurt, who was flipping through TV channels. He flipped the newspaper down, so he could see the entire page. His jaw dropped, “Shit. They found him.”

“What? Who found who?” Kurt asked.

“Listen. The body of a young man was found outside the Ben Dover bar last night. By the looks of it, he was viciously murdered. The cops are still investigating as to how, and news will be available when possible.”

Looking up at Blaine, Kurt’s jaw dropped, “Shit.”

“This is getting out of hand.” Blaine said shifting on the couch.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean people are going to start finding out right? What are we supposed to do when they do?”

“They’re not going to find out Blaine, there’s never been any evidence that it was us. Yes, we came in the alleyway, but guys fuck behind the club all the time. It’s not like they’ll ever guess who.”

Blaine ran his hand through his hair, “I don’t know Kurt. Is this all really worth it? Is it worth taking someone else’s life just so we can fuck?”

“I mean, yeah, I’d say it is, because boy do I sure as hell like fucking you, and like you fucking me, but I don’t know, I guess a part of me kind of feels bad for killing innocent people. They never did anything to hurt us.”

“Exactly, it’s not like we can just have other people kill them either, it has to be us, we have to do it or see each other do it. We have to see the blood and watch them squirm underneath our grasp, begging for freedom.”

Kurt let out a loud sigh as he nodded, “You’re right. Why can’t it be simpler than this? Why can’t we just be able to fuck normally? I don’t like this, really, I don’t.”

“I don’t either Kurt.” Sighing softly, Blaine stood up, taking Kurt’s hand.
Pulling him up against his chest, he snaked his arm around Kurt’s, holding onto him tight. He trailed his finger along Kurt’s jaw line, smiling softly, kissing his lips. Kurt smiled into the kiss, taking Blaine’s face in his hands. When they pulled away, Blaine rested his forehead against Kurt’s, “I’ll meet you back here at two thirty and we’ll head over to Brooklyn then okay?”

Kurt nodded ruffling Blaine’s hair before he dashed out of Blaine’s apartment and up to his, grabbing his bag and heading to class.

...

Blaine knocked on the door of Kurt’s apartment, fiddling anxiously with his hands. As Kurt opened the door Blaine couldn’t help but smile brightly, “Kurt, you...you look incredible.”

A soft smile fell across Kurt’s face at Blaine’s comment, “You think so? It’s not too much.”

“Definitely not.” Blaine smiled, pressing a soft kiss to Kurt’s cheek.

Kurt slipped his hand into Blaine’s, squeezing it tightly as they headed out of the apartment and down the road to the bus stop. As they hopped up onto the bus, flashing their school IDs, giving them free rides on the local bus route. Sitting down in the back, Kurt curled up into Blaine’s chest, squeezing even tighter. Blaine rested his head on Kurt’s, “You nervous?”

“Just a little bit. I’ve never been to court. What if it’s bad? What if they put me in jail?”

Blaine couldn’t help but chuckle softly, “Kurt, it’s for parking tickets.”

“But what if I can’t pay them? Then what am I supposed to do?”

“Honey, you have to calm down. Didn’t you say you had a really good lawyer?”

Kurt sighed deeply turning to face Blaine, “Parker said he was really good; he just didn’t want to have anything to do with him.”

As they stepped off the bus, they walked down the street to the courthouse, still clutching tightly onto each other’s hands. Blaine winced as Kurt squeezed his hand, “Kurt, calm down.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve just never been to court before.”

Blaine shook his head, “The more you stress out, the worse it will be. You do know that you have to remain completely calm right?”
Kurt nodded as they walked up the large white steps to the courthouse. Once they reached inside, Kurt recognized his lawyer standing by one of the pillars near the courtroom, “Patrick, hey, it’s great to see you again.”

Patrick reached out, shaking Kurt’s hand, “It’s good to see you too Kurt. I trust you and Parker are still getting along well.”

“Oh yes, he’s my best friend.”

“I’m glad, so, shall we?” Patrick asked, gesturing towards the room.

Taking a deep breath, Kurt followed Patrick into the courtroom. He squeezed Blaine’s hand one time before he sat down next to Patrick on the left side of the room. Blaine sat down immediately behind Kurt, taking a deep breath.

“All rise.” The bailiff stated as the judge walked into the room.

Once the judge sat down at their desk, he looked over at the three other people excluding the bailiff in the room, “You may be seated.”

The three sat down, Blaine fiddling nervously with his hands, rubbing his palms together. He watched as Patrick stood up, addressing the judge, “Your Honor, my client has a few overdue parking tickets. I understand that a fine must be paid but I assure you he’s very responsible and will not let this happen again.”

“Is that right Mr. Hummel?”

Kurt looked up at Patrick for a moment, receiving a nod from him, “Yes, your honor.”

“You do understand that you have three outstanding tickets. You do understand that because you’ve failed to pay for them before the required date that on top of the price for these tickets, you’re required to pay for each outstanding ticket. It will be $1,300. Will that be okay Mr. Hummel?”

Turning to look over at Patrick, Kurt’s looked up at him hopefully, “I don’t...”

Patrick reached for his pad of paper, scribbling down on it.

I’ll pay for them, but you have to pay me back. I understand why you haven’t so it’s alright.

Kurt smiled, nodding. Patrick turned up to the judge, “Yes, that will be perfectly fine.”

Patrick sat down, pulling his checkbook out of his wallet, scribbling down on it. The judge looked down at Kurt and Patrick, “Mr. Davis, please bring the check up to me.”

Walking up to the judge, Patrick handed him the check before walking back over to Kurt, “It’s all done and paid for, but you do have to pay me back, when you can, you know that right?”

Kurt nodded, “Thank you.”

Patrick nodded, turning back to face the judge, “Thank you your honor for making this simple for us.”

“You may all be dismissed.” The judge stated, leaving the courtroom.

As they left the courtroom, Kurt looked over at Blaine, his chest rising. He needed some kind of escape, some way to forget about what had just happened. Being in a courtroom wasn’t something Kurt ever wanted to do again. He leaned up against a pillar and took hold of Blaine’s shirt pulling him close, kissing his lips softly. Pulling away, he just smiled, staring into Blaine’s hazel eyes, “I need to find a guy.”

Blaine pursed his lips, looking around the courtroom trying to find someone. Walking out of one of the rooms was a tall man with dark brown hair gelled up quite perfectly and piercing green eyes. He immediately caught Blaine’s eyes, a small smirk falling across his face. As the man walked over towards the two boys, Kurt lifted his head up, catching his gaze, winking at him.

Gesturing to him, Kurt pushed Blaine lightly away from him, giving the guy a view Kurt knew he couldn’t resist. Running his hand up and down the guy’s arm, gently trailing it, he smirked, “Why don’t you and I head somewhere a little more... private.”

The guy bit his lip, nodding, letting Kurt pull him down into the basement. Turning back around the guy saw Blaine following them, “Who’s that?”

“That’s my friend Blaine, don’t mind him.”

Kurt pulled the guy towards him, pushing him up against the wall, grinding his hips into him. He gently placed light kisses on the guy’s neck as kept one hand placed firmly on his shoulder while the other was fiddling with his belt buckle. Massaging his shoulder gently, Kurt pulled the belt out of the belt loops. He threw it aside, watching it disappear behind a pile of boxes.

Tilting his head up he stared over at the guy, pulling his tie off seductively, dragging it down his body, keeping his gaze at the juror’s. Kurt took the tie in his hand, fiddling with it before he wrapped it around again. The juror’s breath quickened, “What are you doing?”

Kurt leaned in, pressing his lips firmly against his, pushing his tongue in for a moment. He pulled away and smirked, “Have you ever heard of autoerotic asphyxia?”

Smiling shyly, Kurt let a small laugh escape his lips as he watched the juror squirm underneath him, nervous, “Yes, but I.... I’ve never tried it.”

“It feels amazing. It will be an orgasm to die for, I promise.” The darkness in Kurt’s eyes pulsed.

“I trust you.” He said as he helped Kurt wrap the tie around a second time.

Holding both ends of the tie Kurt then gently tightened it, crossing them over each other, pulling them tighter, and tighter by the second, and yanking the ends apart. The juror’s eyes began to widen and his breath now hoarse. Kurt watched him gasp for air, only just smirking, pulling tighter and tighter until, nothing.

The breathing just stopped, his chest stopped moving as he sunk to the floor, falling down onto the ground, limp. Just lying there. Bending down, with Blaine beside him Kurt pulled his knife out of his pocket and lifted the man’s wrists, slitting them both, curling his toes in his boots. He wiped off the blood on the man’s jacket and stuffed his knife back into his boot before standing up, and pushing Blaine up against the opposite wall.

He groaned, rolling his hips into Blaine’s ass. His belt was undone, his pants and boxers pulled down with a swift motion. Blaine fiddled with his, yanking them down almost as fast. Kurt bent down, licking his boyfriend’s ass, making sure to make him groan, scream and beg for more. Loud moans left Blaine’s lips as he begged, “Kurt, please, just fuck me.”

Kurt obeyed, standing up, gently sliding two fingers into Blaine’s ass, stretching him out, making him scream. He watched as Blaine tried to reach up to grab hold of something. Holding on tightly to Blaine’s waist with one hand, Kurt gently slid his cock into Blaine’s ass. Blaine moaned loudly, “Shit Kurt. No mmmmmmm condom or lube?”

“Fuck it. I just want to fuck you.” Kurt growled as he pushed deep into Blaine’s ass.

Blaine groaned loudly, pushing his body up against the wall as Kurt thrust deep in and out of his ass. He could feel Kurt’s grip on his waist tighten as he felt his cock harden. Soft whimpers escaped Blaine’s lips as he let Kurt’s hard cock fill him up. He groaned loudly and let out a loud piercing scream as his prostate was hit with Kurt’s hard cock.

Reaching around Blaine took hold of Kurt’s jacket, pulling on it, pulling Kurt closer to him. Kurt rested his head on Blaine’s shoulder, holding tightly onto his waist as he thrust deep into Blaine’s ass once again, “Fuck!”

“Kurt, fuck, mmmmmmmmm. Oh my God!” Blaine groaned letting his head fall back onto Kurt’s shoulder.

Slowly Kurt pulled out of Blaine, sinking to the floor. Blaine slid down next to him, reaching over, taking hold of Kurt’s cock in his hand, slowly pumping his hand up and down, biting his lip, staring at Kurt with lustful eyes. Kurt let out deep breaths, letting his jaw drop, staring into Blaine’s hazel eyes, admiring his long dark eyelashes.

His jaw dropped as he curled his toes in his shoes, knowing he’d orgasm in just a few moments. Reaching over towards Blaine, Kurt rested his hand on Blaine’s leg, squeezing it tightly, “OH FUCK.’

Blue eyes met hazel as Kurt came over his hand and Blaine’s leg. Leaning close to his boyfriend, Blaine pressed a passionate kiss to Kurt’s lips, taking hold of his face in his hand. He felt Kurt’s hand reach over to Blaine’s cock, pumping his hand up and down, fast, feeling Blaine harden underneath his hand. Feeling Blaine shove his tongue deeper into Kurt’s throat, gently biting onto Kurt’s lip, Kurt groaned, as Blaine came over his hand.

Both men sat there, curled up in each other’s sticky mess, breathing softly. They took a short moment, just to catch their breaths, gazing into each other’s eyes. Blaine couldn’t help but smile, letting himself get lost in the explosion of color in Kurt’s eyes, something he always loved. He stood up, pulling Kurt up with him. The two men pulled up their pants, buckled them and straightened out their clothes. The two boys looked down to admire their work before chuckling softly and taking each other’s hands.

The two walked up the stairs out of the basement, hand in hand, heading over towards Patrick. Kurt smiled softly up at him, “Patrick, thank you.”

Patrick turned around at the sound of Kurt’s voice, “Kurt, hey, you’re very welcome. Are you guys ready to head out? I wanted to see if you two wanted a ride. I’d like to talk to Parker, it’s been too long.”

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea. He didn’t seem to keen on me associating with you.”

“He’s my kid brother. We haven’t seen each other in years, I’d really like to see him.”

Kurt let out a soft sigh, “It’s your fault if he complains okay?”

Patrick nodded, sending a soft smile in Kurt’s direction. The three headed towards the parking lot and into Patrick’s car. Blaine and Kurt sat in the back, clutching tightly onto each other’s hands, suddenly feeling very guilty for what they had just done. If Patrick found out they’d be sent straight to jail. There was no way that Patrick could defend the two of them, no matter how good of a lawyer he was.

“Kurt? Does Parker really not want to see me?”

“I can’t answer that question with a valid statement that would please you.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“No Patrick. No, he doesn’t want to see you. Why would you think he did? After everything that the two of you went through, did you really think that he would just all of a sudden b glad that I’m associating with you or that he’d want to just see you to catch up?”

“I am his brother.”

Kurt looked into the rear view mirror, his face completely emotionless, “I’m not getting into this.”

“He’s your best friend, you have to tell me why.”

“No, I don’t. He’s your brother you should know. Now stop.”

“Why?”

“Because this is our apartment.”

Patrick looked over and stopped, pulling over the curb, parking the car. The three of them climbed out, Kurt and Blaine rushing up the stairs to Kurt’s apartment, letting Patrick to straggle on behind them. As Kurt opened the door, he saw Parker stretched out on the couch, flipping through TV channels, “Parker?”

“Kurt. Hey man, how was court? You good?” Parker asked looking backwards over the couch.

“Yeah, it’s fine. Your brother’s helping me pay for my tickets right now and I really appreciate it.

Parker scrunched up his nose at the mention of just the word brother, “I can’t believe you actually had to pick him. Of all people Kurt.”

“He’s not that bad, really he’s not.”

“Yes he is! You know he doesn’t like this; he doesn’t like us. He doesn’t want us being friends!”

“That’s not true, I know you say that’s what happened, but I don’t believe a single word of that.” Kurt responded sitting down on the couch.

Blaine followed, sitting in an armchair off to the side, just watching. Parker ran his hand through his hair, hearing the door shut loudly, “You brought him here? Fuck, Kurt. Why would you do that?”

“Because this frustrates me, that’s why. Look, you need to explain to him that it’s your life and he can’t expect you to be like him and you know that. I’m sick and tired of it Parker. I’m sick and tired of you telling me how much you dislike your brother; it’s really starting to annoy me. I don’t really want to lose a fuck load of brain cells from hitting my head against the wall.”

Parker looked up at his best friend, groaning, “Why?”

Kurt sighed, “Do what you want Parker.”

He took Blaine’s hand and led him into the bedroom, shutting the door behind them. Parker let his face fall forward into a pillow as he heard his brother’s shoes on the hardwood floors; he really didn’t want to talk to him. His brother wasn’t exactly his favorite person in the world; the two had definitely had their differences, their morals on opposite sides of the spectrum.

“I don’t know what you expect me to tell you. I know you don’t like Kurt, I know that, but there’s nothing you can say that will make me not want to be his friend. I know that because dad believes that for some weird as fuck reason that I’m going to become gay by being friends with Kurt that you think I will too. I’m telling you now, that is not going to happen. He’s just a friend and that’s all it will ever be.” Parker said looking up at his brother.

Patrick sat down on the couch next to him, “It’s wrong Parker, you know that. It’s not what you grew up with. I don’t know why you continue to go against everything that we believe in. I don’t understand why you’re not taking philosophy classes. Why aren’t you doing pre – law anymore?”

“Because I don’t want to. How many times to I have to drill that into your head? I’m never going to be a lawyer okay? I’m going to be a psychologist and there’s nothing you can say or do that will make me change my mind.”

“Dad is not happy with you. He told me to tell you that if you don’t start taking philosophy classes and working towards becoming a lawyer that he doesn’t want you home for Thanksgiving. He doesn’t want the disappointment in his house.”

Parker couldn’t help but laugh, “I really don’t care what he thinks anymore.”

“Parker James Davis! Do not talk about your father like that! You do care!”

“No, really Patrick, I don’t. You need to stop telling me what to do. It’s my life and I’m not changing because you and dad think what I believe in is wrong. Kurt is my best friend and him being gay isn’t going to change that. I love who he is as a person and that’s all that matters. If you don’t appreciate it, you can just fuck off and leave me alone. Because I am sick and tired of being judged for what I want to do!”

“What are you talking about?”

Parker groaned, picking up a pillow, screaming into it, “You’re so fucking frustrating! I don’t want to be a lawyer, I don’t want to grow up and be like you or dad, you know that! I’ve got my own fucking dreams and if you two don’t start to realize that then you can forget about ever seeing me again because I’m through. I’m done. I’m a psychology major, I’m best friends with someone who’s gay and I’m not coming home for Thanksgiving, hell I may even not come home again, at least if you and dad are there. Now, you can kindly help Kurt pay for his parking tickets as you’ve said you would. I’ll get the money from him and send it to you in the mail. Now, go fuck off and leave us alone.”

Standing still, his jaw dropped, Patrick looked down at his little brother, shaking his head, “You just... I’ll be going. Don’t you dare come home.”

With that, he disappeared, the door slamming behind him. Parker let out a loud groan, screaming into his pillow. Kurt walked out of the room, running his hand through his hair, looking over at his friend, “Dude, you okay?”

Parker looked up at Kurt, “I may perhaps have just disowned myself from my family.”

“What?” Kurt asked grabbing a banana from the bowl on the counter.

“I told Patrick I wasn’t going home for Thanksgiving or at all. Neither him nor my dad ever want to see me again since I’m not doing what they want me to do. And honestly, I’m sick of it and I’m not going to deal with it anymore.”

Kurt smiled, “That’s the spirit.”

...

Blaine was sitting in the bar stools, munching on pita chips and hummus when Brooke and Jake stumbled in, giggling. Brooke was clutching onto Jake’s shirt, giggling uncontrollably. She headed into her bedroom, collapsing on the bed. Jake closed the door behind her, walking over to Blaine. He sat down in the bar stool next to him. Blaine flinched; Jake was a little too close.

“I know you know Anderson.”

“You know what?” Blaine asked as he popped a pita chip covered in hummus into his mouth.

“I know you know I’m cheating on Brooke.”

Blaine choked on his pita chip, “What? You what?”

“You and your boyfriend saw me that night we all went out. You saw I had hooked up with that redhead.”

“Ah, that’s right. You know you’re an asshole right?”

Jake’s head fell as he spun around in his chair, “Don’t you dare tell.”

“Stop it now and I won’t.” Blaine said, biting his lip, letting his mind wander to what had happened at the end of that night.

...

Kurt and Blaine’s hands were linked, swinging between them as they walked down the hallway towards Blaine’s theatre class. Kurt had agreed to walk him to class. Pushing Blaine up against the wall next to the main theatre door, Kurt kissed him softly. In an attempt to deepen the kiss, Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt’s waist. Their kiss was stopped by the sound of loud moans.

Blaine’s head perked up, breaking their kiss, turning to look in the direction of the sound, “Do you hear that?”

Stepping away from Blaine, Kurt headed towards the sound, following the loud moaning coming from one of the History of Theatre classrooms. Kurt stole a peek into the window, immediately backing away, scrunching up his nose, “I did not need to see that.”

“What did you see?” Blaine asked, peering into the window.

He shuddered and scrunched his nose up, “Why are we... wait. Kurt, that was...”

“Who? I don’t know who... No. No, he wouldn’t.”

Blaine raised his eyebrows, “I wouldn’t put it past him. Considering he’s done it once, I don’t doubt he’d do it again.”

Kurt peeked into the room once again before shuddering, “That’s him alright.”

Blaine sunk to the floor, his head in his hands, “Fuck, I knew it. I knew he wouldn’t listen to me.”
“He’s a dick Blaine, forget about him. You do know what this means though?” Kurt responded winking.

Looking up at his boyfriend, Blaine met Kurt’s eyes, smirking, “Oh, yes, I do.”