Monday was a rough day at school for Blaine. He'd spent the entire day working extra hard not to look at Kurt. Not even for a second. And he was pretty sure he had succeeded. He was thankful to finally be sitting in Glee Club, away from Kurt. Which meant away from the urge to look at Kurt. Kurt really was beautiful. And after seeing him naked, and...touching him, it was even harder not to look at him. But he understood why he needed to stop. He wasn't good at lying, and if anyone approached him to ask about what was going on between he and Kurt, he'd probably just come right out and say it. Which would be bad for Kurt, and, in turn, bad for him.

"Hey." Mike said, coming over and sitting next to him, and pulling him out of his reverie.

"Hiya." Blaine smiled.

"Hey, Blaine." Tina greeted, coming into the choir room not thirty seconds later. "I didn't catch you looking at Kurt at all today." Tina stated. "Did you, Mike?"

"Well, I wasn't really looking, but nope."

"Did you finally take our advice and stop your little crush? I was starting to get worried you were already in too deep."

Oh, Tina, you have no idea.

"I guess you could say that." Blaine replied.

"Oh, thank God. You'll be much better off now that you're not pining over him anymore."

"Mhhm." Blaine said, noncommittally.

Mr. Schuester came in, and Glee began, which Blaine was thankful for. He really didn't want Mike or Tina asking him any more questions about Kurt. He hated keeping secrets from them, but they couldn't know about this. Even if Kurt hadn't told Blaine to keep their...arrangement a secret, he wouldn't have told anyone. Especially not Mike and Tina. They'd be disappointed, and knowing Tina, she'd be worried to death about him. But he was a big boy. He could take care of himself.

Blaine was just finishing eating dinner when his phone rang. He looked to see who was calling, and saw "Kurt". He stood up quickly, saying "I gotta take this." Before running up to his room.

"Hello?" He answered, slightly breathless from running up the stairs before answering.

"Um, hi." Kurt said. "Were you....in the middle of something?"

"What? No. I just...I was eating dinner with my parents, and I....I had to run up to my room to answer the phone."

"Afraid to talk to me in front of your parents, huh?"

"No. Well, yes? Not afraid, just...What do you want?"

"What do you think I want, Anderson?"

"Kurt, it's a school night." Blaine protested.

"I thought we agreed that you had to come, no matter when I called? That's the only way this deal is going to work, Anderson. I want you when I want you, and if you can't come, I'll just have to call somebody else."

"No!" Blaine half shouted. "I mean...No. No, that's not necessary. I'll be there soon."

"Okay. Good. See you, Blaine."

Blaine's heart was thumping in his chest. He needed to control himself better. He shouldn't have outburst like that when Kurt threatened to end the deal. That made him seem clingy, which maybe he was, but he didn't want Kurt thinking that.

He went and brushed his teeth before heading over to Kurt's.

He knocked on the door, and an older man wearing a baseball cap answered.

"Hello." Blaine said, a little confused. Why had Kurt invited him here if someone else was home? "Um, you must be Mr. Hummel."

"Call me Burt." Burt said, holding out a hand, which Blaine shook. "And you must be Blaine. Kurt said you'd be coming over."

"Um, yeah." Blaine said. He was really confused now. Kurt wanted to do...stuff while his dad was home? Blaine wasn't sure he was comfortable with that. Like, at all.

Burt stepped aside, and Blaine came in the house.

"Nice of you comin' over, Blaine." Burt told him. "Kurt hasn't had many friends at all since his mom died. He's pretty closed off."

"His mom died?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah. Surprised he didn't tell you that."

"Um, well, we haven't been friends for very long." Blaine informed him. Or at all, Blaine thought to himself.

Burt nodded. "Well, you can head upstairs. He should be in his room."

"Thanks, Burt." Blaine said, as he walked up the stairs to Kurt's room.

He knocked on Kurt's door, and heard Kurt call "Come in." He stepped inside, and saw Kurt laying on his bed, reading the latest edition of Vogue.

"Kurt, why didn't you tell me your dad was home?" Blaine questioned.

"It's fine. He thinks we're studying. We just have to be extra quiet." Kurt told him, setting down his magazine.

"No, Kurt I...I'm not comfortable with this."

"Anderson, if you back out on me-"

"Why didn't you tell me your mom died?" Blaine cut him off.

"What?" Kurt asked, dumbstruck.

"Your dad told me your mom died. You never told me that."

"Fuck, Anderson, why were you talking to my dad?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you invited me to your house to have sex with you while your dad was home." Blaine spat.

"And why would you think I would tell you that my mom died? We're not friends, contrary to what my dad now believes. We're not anything. You're nothing to me, okay? I just...I like your cock, and I would like if you would shut up and let me have that now."

Blaine's chest hurt. He didn't want to be here. He knew he meant nothing to Kurt, but hearing Kurt say it...He just...He couldn't...He needed to leave.

"Kurt, I have to go."

"Anderson, if you walk out that door this deal is over. It's done. I'm deleting your number, and changing mine."

Blaine knew he should leave, but he didn't want this to be over. He knew all it was was sex, but at least it was something. Something with Kurt. And he had a feeling that there was more to Kurt than just what was on the surface. Just three minutes of talking to Kurt's dad had convinced him of that. So he stayed.

"Fine." Blaine sighed.

"Good. Now come here."

Blaine still wasn't sure how comfortable he was with all this, knowing Kurt's dad was in the house somewhere, but he decided to just forget that part, and focus on Kurt.

He walked over to the bed, and Kurt pulled him down on top of him, kissing him fiercely. Blaine whined, and ground his hips down into Kurt's. Kurt sucked Blaine's tongue into his mouth, and Blaine ran his fingers through Kurt's hair. He could feel Kurt becoming hard against him, and he began to get hard himself.

He pulled away from the kiss, breathing deeply, and Kurt attached his lips to Blaine's neck.

Blaine pulled his own shirt off, and Kurt did the same. Blaine began working open Kurt's jeans, and then pulled them down, along with his underwear, in one swift motion. He then did the same for himself, and lowered himself down on top of Kurt again. They were both fully hard at this point, and Blaine ground his erection against Kurt's, moaning softly at the sensation.

He decided he really wanted to blow Kurt, and lowered himself so his face was between Kurt's legs.

"What are you-"

"What do you think I'm doing?" Blaine questioned. "I'm going to blow you."

Blaine was pretty sure, judging by the way Kurt moaned, that he liked it when Blaine took charge.

Blaine had done this once before, and therefore, was less nervous. Although he was still pretty nervous. But he was also confident in his abilities.

He took the head of Kurt's cock into his mouth, and licked the slit, before lowering himself all the way down, taking as much of Kurt into his mouth as possible. Kurt was so big, and Blaine's mouth felt so full. He started up a rhythm, moving fast, pulling off, so that just the head of Kurt's cock was in his mouth, and then lowering himself down as far as he could go. Each time taking just a little more of Kurt into his mouth, until finally, he could fit his entire cock into his mouth. He had to relax his throat and calm himself to keep from choking, but he was doing it.

He ran his tongue up a vein on the underside of Kurt's cock, and he could tell Kurt was having a hard time being quiet.

He licked Kurt's slit a few more times, and then Kurt tugged on his hair. He pulled off.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Fuck, Anderson, I'm close." Kurt whispered.

"I wanna swallow this time." Blaine informed him, and Kurt moaned as quietly as possible.

Blaine took Kurt into his mouth again, hollowing out his cheeks and sucking hard. And Kurt came, writhing a little, and putting a pillow over his face to muffle his groans. Blaine had a little trouble swallowing at first, but once he got used to it, he swallowed all Kurt had to offer.

He pulled off of Kurt's softening dick with a smack, and crawled back up the bed.

"Fuck, Anderson, I'm really not sure if I believe I'm the first guy you've ever been with."

"But you are." Blaine insisted.

"Well, then. You're very naturally talented." Kurt told him. "I've been with man whores who can't suck a cock as well as you can."

Blaine blushed, and he knew that was silly, considering Kurt's dick had just been in his mouth, but he couldn't help it. Kurt couldn't just say things like that.

"Jeez, Anderson, are you going to blush every time I speak? Because that's going to get old."

"No, I just....No."

Kurt sighed. "Anyways, let me repay the favor."

He crawled down the bed, and grabbed the base of Blaine's cock, licking the slit repeatedly, before swallowing him whole.

"Fuck, Kurt." Blaine groaned.

Kurt pulled off.

"Shh. Dammit. My dad's downstairs. Do you want him to fucking hear you?"

"Sorry. Sorry." Blaine said, quickly.

Kurt took him back into his mouth, sucking hard, and licking around the head every once in a while. It didn't take long until Blaine was coming, long and hard, down Kurt's throat. He bit his fist hard to keep from making too much noise. Kurt pulled off, and climbed back up the bed, lying next to Blaine. They were both breathing heavy.

"Can I...Can I kiss you?" Blaine asked, tentatively.

"Want to taste your come in my mouth, huh?" Kurt asked, and Blaine blushed again.

Before he could respond, Kurt was leaning over, taking Blaine's lips with his, and running his tongue along Blaine's bottom lip, causing Blaine to open his mouth. Kurt shoved his tongue inside, and probed around a bit, tickling the roof of Blaine's mouth, and Blaine really could taste himself on Kurt's tongue. He moaned into the kiss, grabbing Kurt's face, and pulling him closer. After a few seconds, Kurt pulled way.

"Okay." He said, slightly breathless. "Time for you to go." He got up, and tossed Blaine his clothes. Blaine put them on, and started to leave.

"I hope you know I'm going to feel really weird walking past your dad, Kurt." Blaine informed him, as he grabbed the doorknob.

"I'd say to grow some balls, but I've already seen evidence that you have some. Nice ones, in fact. So I'll just go with, Get over it, Anderson."

Blaine blushed once again, and left Kurt's room, going downstairs, past Burt, to whom he shouted "It was really nice to meet you." and out the door.

He went home, and went upstairs to finish the homework he still had left, and then decided to go to bed early. He was exhausted, and he had a feeling this arrangement with Kurt was going to be more tiring than he had expected.