It had been nearly three hours since Kurt had texted Blaine to propose they set up a deal, and he was starting to think that it had been a stupid idea.

Why wasn't he responding?

Kurt needed to stop sitting around waiting for a reply. He had tons of other things he could be doing, but he couldn't bring himself to stop staring at his phone. This was stupid. Why did he even care so much?

Just as he was about to turn the TV on to distract himself from waiting, he got a reply.

To Kurt: Okay.....Go on.

He took a deep breath before typing his response.

To Blaine: I want to set up a....thing.

Good one, Kurt.

To Kurt: A thing?

Why was he feeling flustered? This wasn't like him. Come on, Hummel, out with it.

To Blaine: Yeah. A thing. A sex thing.

To Kurt: Um...Okay? Elaborate?

To Blaine: So, basically, can we just be fuck buddies? There's no other way to put this.

It took a while for Blaine to respond this time, and Kurt could feel himself getting nervous. Fuck. Since when did he ever get nervous about asking for sex? That was what he did. He asked for sex, he got sex, he was done. Repeat. Repeat forever. He was getting a little tired of it, honestly. It would be good to have a fuck buddy. One solid person who he could have whenever he wanted. That was, if Blaine said yes.

To Kurt: Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Oh, thank God.

To Blaine: Can we start now?

To Kurt: Start now as in...?

To Blaine: As in get your ass over to my place, Anderson.

There you go, Hummel. There's the attitude you've been missing.

To Kurt: Okay, but...

To Blaine: But?

To Kurt: But I'm sort of in my pajamas, so give me a while.

To Blaine: You're in your pajamas at eight?

To Kurt: Yes? I've sort of been in my pajamas since I got back from your place this morning.

To Blaine: I'm not even going to ask. And you're not going to keep me waiting, Anderson. I really don't care what you're wearing. You're going to end up naked anyway.

To Kurt: I....fine. Fine, I'll be there soon.

Kurt sat back in his chair, a satisfied smirk on his face.

Blaine took a deep breath, and ran a hand over his face in disbelief.

Did that really just happen? Did Kurt actually ask him to be....fuck buddies? Blaine hated that term, but if it was what Kurt wanted to call them, he supposed it would have to do. He wasn't going to screw this up.

He decided they needed to set up some ground rules, which he would discuss with Kurt once he got to his house.

He was excited. But also nervous. He had no idea what he was doing, and he was pretty sure Kurt still hated him. This was going to be interesting, to say the least.

He walked downstairs, and to the front door.

"Blaine, where do you think you're going?" His mother asked. "It's a school night."

Of course. Now his parents decided to behave like real parents.

"I'll be home soon, mom." He told her as he walked out the door.

He got in his car, and drove to Kurt's. He drove slowly, trying to calm himself down. Taking deep breaths, and exhaling slowly. He sort of felt like he might puke.

He pulled into Kurt's driveway, and shut off the engine, unbuckled his seat belt, and got out of the car.

He walked up to Kurt's front door, and began to straighten his shirt before realizing how silly that was. He was in his pajamas, for Christ's sake. He wasn't going to look good no matter what he did.

He rang the doorbell, and waited.

Kurt heard the doorbell, and waited a few minutes before answering. He didn't want to seem as eager to see Blaine as he really was.

He walked downstairs, and opened the door calmly.

Fuck.

How did he look so good in his pajamas? Kurt was certain that that wasn't even fair.

"Well, come in, Anderson. Don't just fucking stand there on my doorstep."

Blaine took a step inside, and Kurt closed the door. He grabbed Blaine by the collar of his shirt, and dragged him up to his room.

He closed the door, and shoved Blaine onto the bed. He was beginning to take his shirt off when Blaine stopped him.

"Wait! I figured if we're going to do this whole...fuck buddies" Blaine cringed a little at saying those words aloud "thing, we should set up some ground rules or something. Just...to be safe."

Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Sex first, rules after."

"I think it'd be better the other way around." Blaine stated.

"Well, I think it'd be better if we were both naked and touching each other in some way or another. I win."

Kurt removed his own shirt, and then sauntered over to Blaine, removing his tank top, and throwing it on the floor, before pushing him back so he was laying flat on his back on Kurt's bed.

"Now, let's get started." Kurt said, climbing on top of him and straddling his hips. He leaned down and attached his lips to Blaine's, and it felt as if the temperature in the room had gone up twenty degrees.

His lips moved fast and needy against Blaine's, and he slid his tongue into Blaine's mouth, probing around, and running it across his tongue and the back of his teeth. Blaine whined into his mouth, and he held back a groan.

He pulled back and attached his lips to Blaine's neck, tangling his fingers in Blaine's unruly curls.

Blaine was breathing heavily, and Kurt could feel his chest moving up and down quickly underneath him. He moved his hand down to palm Blaine's erection through his pajamas.

"Fuck, Kurt." Blaine breathed.

Kurt rolled off of Blaine, and they both removed their pants and underwear.

Kurt repositioned himself on top of Blaine again, and lowered himself, rubbing their cocks together. He hissed at the sensation.

"God, Blaine, I love your cock."

Blaine groaned at Kurt's words, tossing his head back.

"Kurt, you can't just say things like that."

"Why not? We're fuck buddies, aren't we? I'm pretty sure I have the right to tell you how fucking much I love your cock." Kurt leaned in so his lips were mere inches from Blaine's ear. "I want it inside me." he whispered.

Blaine groaned again, louder this time.

"Kurt, I'm...I'm not ready for that."

"You will be soon enough." Kurt told him, attaching his lips to Blaine's neck once again, and sucking hard on the flesh there, biting it lightly.

Blaine's eyes rolled back, and he began thrusting his hips in time with Kurt's, they're cocks rubbing together gloriously.

Blaine bit his lip.

Kurt pulled back to look him in the eyes.

"Don't bite your lip, Anderson. Don't hold back. I want to hear you."

Blaine whined, long and loud, as Kurt increased the speed at which their erections were rubbing together.

"Fuck. Kurt, I'm close." Blaine ground out.

Kurt reached down, taking both of their cocks into his hand, and pumping quickly. Blaine was moaning wantonly beneath him.

"Come on, Blaine. Come for me." Kurt whispered.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, God!" Blaine shouted as he came, writhing underneath Kurt.

Kurt's orgasm came just seconds later. He got up to get them a wet towel to wipe their combined come off of their stomachs.

Once they were cleaned up and dressed, Kurt spoke.

"Okay. So. Rules."

"Right."

"One: No cuddling, no mushy shit, no feelings."

"Fine with me." Blaine agreed.

"Rule number two: I can contact you whenever I want, and, unless you have a damn good reason, you had better get your ass here. But the same goes for me, when you call."

Blaine nodded.

"Three: And this is the most important one. Even more important than not getting mushy. You can tell no one. And I mean no one. Not Mike Chang, or his little Asian girlfriend. Not Santana. Not anyone."

"You don't have to worry about me telling anyone. Trust me."

Kurt wondered what he meant by that, and couldn't help feeling a little hurt. Which was stupid. He was too good for Blaine, and Blaine knew that.

"But, can I ask you something?" Blaine questioned.

"Sure, Anderson. Shoot."

"Why me?"

"Why you what?"

"Why do you want me to be your fuck buddy? I thought you could get any gay guy you wanted."

"Oh, I can." Kurt assured him. "But, you see, there aren't that many gay guys in Lima. I'm pretty sure I've circled through them all a few times. It's getting tiresome. So I figured...Why not just pick one?"

"But why pick me?" Blaine asked.

"I don't know. Convenience?"

It definitely wasn't convenience. It would have been just as easy to pick any of the other guys he'd been with over the past couple of years. But he didn't want them. He wanted Blaine. And he just really wasn't sure why.

"...Okay. Well, I'd better get going. I'll...See you." Blaine said, as he stood up.

"Ugh. Another rule. Please stop fucking looking at me at school. It's one thing if people think something's going on when nothing is, although I still want to punch them. But it's another thing when people think there's something going on, and there actually is. So, we can't have anyone thinking that, or I'll have to lie. Which I'm good at, but it's an inconvenience."

"Um, yeah. Yeah, okay. Bye, Kurt."

"Bye, Anderson." Kurt said, as he watched Blaine leave his room.

What had he gotten himself into?