It was Saturday afternoon, and it had been five days since Blaine talked to Kurt. He had made a promise to himself that, unless Kurt contacted him first, he would not be seeing him on weekdays. He wanted to be able to get into a good college, and therefore needed to stay focused on school.

Blaine wasn't really in a sexual mood, but he wanted to talk to Kurt. He really wanted to ask Kurt to tell him about his mom, but he doubted that would be a good idea. However, he decided it couldn't hurt to text him, and maybe attempt to have a conversation, even if it only consisted of small-talk.

To Kurt: Hey.

To Blaine: Um...hi?

To Kurt: What's up?

Instead of receiving a text in response, Blaine's phone started ringing.

"Hello?" He answered.

"What's your address?" Kurt asked.

"Why do you need my address?"

"Boy, you really haven't gotten the hang of a booty call yet, have you?"

"Oh. Um. This isn't a booty call. I just sort of wanted to talk to you."

"Anderson, you and I don't talk unless we're naked, and one of us is on top of the other. I thought I made that clear."

"You did. You did." Blaine insisted. "I guess I just-"

"You're not getting feelings for me now, are you?" Kurt cut him off. "Because that's strictly against the rules."

"No, not at all." Blaine lied. Was there ever a time when he hadn't had feelings for Kurt?

"Then what's your address? We need to turn this conversation into a booty call, or you're breaking the rules, and I'll have to end this thing we've got going on."

Blaine gave Kurt his address, and Kurt hung up before Blaine could say anything else.

Blaine decided that once Kurt got there, he was going to insist they talk about Kurt's mom. Fuck buddies talked about their lives sometimes, didn't they? Probably not, Blaine realized. But Blaine had never been normal. And he was pretty determined that Kurt wasn't exactly normal either. Even if he couldn't have a relationship with Kurt, could they at least be friends? Could they talk to each other outside of school without it being linked to sex? He knew it was stupid to even try. Knew Kurt wouldn't want that. But Blaine couldn't help it. He was a hopeless romantic, and part of him hoped that someday, maybe, Kurt would come around, and they'd be something....more. More than what they were. Although, what that 'more' was, Blaine wasn't sure.

Kurt knocked on Blaine's front door, and waited for Blaine to answer.

Blaine opened the door, inviting Kurt inside with a wave of his hand.

"Lovely house you've got here." Kurt said, although he sounded bored. "Show me your bedroom." He winked.

Blaine started up the stairs, and Kurt followed.

Once inside, Kurt surveyed the room. It was pretty lackluster. Dark blue walls. No posters, unless you counted a giant map of some Country Kurt didn't even recognize, and some Math thing that gave Kurt a headache just from looking at it. His bed was made up with white sheets and a light blue comforter. One of his walls was covered by a giant shelf, holding all sorts of books. Kurt thought maybe he'd have something interesting there, but didn't feel like taking the time to look.

Basically, what Blaine's room said to him, was that his fuck buddy was a boring nerd.

Kurt sighed to himself. If he hadn't felt dumb for choosing Blaine to be his fuck buddy before, he sure did now.

Blaine sat down on his bed.

"Um, hey. Kurt?"

"Yeah, Anderson?"

"Could we, maybe, talk about your mom?" Blaine inquired.

"No talking, remember?"

"Listen, Kurt, that's hard for me. I like to get to know people. It's just sort of how I am."

"And I just like to fuck people without having them ask me all about my past. That's just sort of how I am." Kurt sat down at Blaine's desk chair. "So, you can have it your way, and find someone else. Or we can have it my way, and have some pretty amazing sex. Your choice." Kurt didn't know why he felt bad giving Blaine such an ultimatum. Maybe because part of him actually wanted to talk to Blaine. Because Blaine was the first person to really show an interest in him as Kurt the person, not Kurt the Cheerio, or Kurt that gay guy who's great in bed. Maybe because it felt kind of nice to have someone who wanted to get to know him. No one really knew him anymore. Not even his dad. If his dad knew him, he'd be so disappointed. Kurt had never meant to turn out this way.

Blaine sighed. "We can have it your way, I guess."

Kurt was silent, still thinking. He guessed maybe it would be nice to talk about what had happened with his mom. The only person he'd ever talked to about it was his dad. He loved his dad. He did. But he wasn't the best at talking things through. Maybe that's why Kurt was so fucked up. He never had anyone to talk to.

Then again, that was his own damn fault. He never let anyone close enough to talk to him.

But if people got close, it would just hurt that much more when you lost them.

He wanted to get closer to Blaine, and that was scary for him. He'd never been interested in being close to anyone. He liked his life the way it was, but he didn't like himself very much. How was that even possible, he wondered to himself. How can you love your life, but hate yourself? He wasn't sure how that worked.

He decided he would talk to Blaine, but he'd make Blaine work for it.

"Tell you what, Anderson. I'll make you a deal. You blow me, I don't do anything to you in return, and then I'll tell you all about my mom."

Blaine nodded vigorously.

Kurt regretted his decision already, but went along with it.

He undressed himself, and walked over to the bed. He lied down, and indicated for Blaine to lie on top of him. Once Blaine was in place, Kurt grabbed his face, pulling him in for a fierce kiss.

Kurt figured Blaine was just in a hurry to get this done so they could talk, because Blaine seemed overly enthusiastic. He tangled his hands in Kurt's hair, thrusting his tongue into his mouth, and probing around urgently. Kurt let out a groan.

Blaine began sucking on Kurt's neck, and moving his fingers ever so lightly on Kurt's naked cock, moving in a sort of pattern. Kurt's breath hitched in his chest.

Blaine started moving down Kurt's body, trailing kisses all along his torso. He was driving Kurt absolutely insane.

"Fuck, Anderson. Have you been practicing or something?"

Blaine looked up, confused. He shook his head.

"You're just...Really, really good at this." Kurt informed him.

A cheeky grin spread across Blaine's face, and he grabbed the base of Kurt's cock. He wasted no time, swallowing Kurt whole. Kurt tangled his fingers in Blaine's hair, tugging lightly.

"God." Kurt moaned. "You really don't suck cock like a virgin."

Blaine hummed around him, causing him to buck up into Blaine's mouth. He felt Blaine's throat constrict, as if he were going to choke, but he quickly relaxed around him, taking Kurt in with ease.

Blaine licked up the vein on the underside of Kurt's cock, and ran his tongue around the tip a few times before sinking back down all the way. And with that, Kurt was coming, shouting Blaine's name, and tightening his fingers in his hair.

Blaine swallowed around him, though a tiny bit leaked out of the right corner of his mouth. He pulled off, wiping his mouth with his finger, and sucking off the extra come.

"Shit, Anderson, that was good." Kurt said. He got up off the bed, and put his clothes back on.

"I believe you promised me a story." Blaine said.

"I did." Kurt confirmed. Though he was having seconds thoughts. His stomach was churning violently in his stomach, and he wanted to run. Kurt Hummel didn't make friends. That wasn't what he did. And he certainly didn't make friends with someone he was fucking. This was a horrible, horrible idea. "Um, my mom died when I was eight. It was a tragedy. It's just me and my dad now. The end." He grabbed the doorknob, but before he could leave Blaine had hopped off the bed and grabbed his wrist.

"Hey." Blaine said. "That's not the story I signed up for."

Kurt didn't respond, looking at the floor. He knew if he looked into Blaine's eyes he'd lose his resolve. He'd stay, and everything he'd been avoiding talking about for nearly ten years would spill out of his mouth. Why did Blaine have that affect on him?

"I'm pretty sure I just gave you a great blowjob. Or so you said. I think that should award me the full story I asked for." Blaine urged.

Kurt, against his better judgement, looked up at Blaine. He looked sincerely interested, and for whatever reason, Kurt felt like he could talk to him about this.

"Fine." He sighed. He jerked his wrist out of Blaine's grasp.

Blaine walked over and sat on his bed. He gestured for Kurt to sit next to him, but Kurt opted to sit in Blaine's desk chair. The further he was from Blaine the better. Opening up to someone wasn't something Kurt was used to, and he didn't know how he'd react. He was afraid he'd get cuddly or emotional, and he didn't want to get cuddly with Blaine. Only, he did. But that's exactly why he couldn't. Just because he was talking to Blaine about this didn't mean it changed anything between them. They were still just fuck buddies, and that was all they would ever be. All they could ever be.

He cleared his throat, preparing to start his story, his stomach still churning with nerves.

"Um, when I was seven, my mom was diagnosed with cancer. My mom and dad tried keeping it a secret from me, but I was a smart kid. I could tell there was something wrong. So they sat me down in the living room one night, and gave me a huge bowl of ice cream. I really knew something was wrong, then, because they never gave me that much ice cream unless something was wrong."

Kurt paused for a second, unsure why he was going into such great detail. The part about the ice cream wasn't relevant to the story.

He shook his head a little and began again, "They sat there with me, and explained to me that mom was sick. Like, really sick. They tried to explain the cancer to me then. I'd like to say I understood pretty well, for a seven year old. They told me it was curable, and that she'd probably be fine in a few months. To this day, I don't know if they truly believed what they said, or if they were lying to me to spare me.

"But, obviously, what they said wasn't true, because a few months passed, and she wasn't better. She was worse. She never left her room, she hardly ate, she was getting sickly skinny, and it was hard for me to even look at her. That sounds horrible, I know. But I was only seven, and my mom was slowly fading away. She used to sing every day, and then she just...stopped."

"So that's why you hate Glee Club." Blaine whispered to himself.

"What was that?" Kurt asked, not really having registered what Blaine had said. Too lost in his painful past.

"Nothing. Keep going."

"On my eighth birthday, I had a party. It sucked." Kurt just sort of...stopped talking then, and Blaine decided to prompt him to keep going.

"It sucked?"

"Yeah. My mom always arranged my parties. Invited everyone, made snacks, set up party games. The works. But that year....That year, she stayed in bed. Dad had to arrange the whole thing. So I had two friends, a couple bags of chips, and pin-the-tale on the donkey. That's it. He didn't know how to make cake, either, so he bought me a shitty store bought one, which I pretended to love for his sake. But later that night I went in to my mom's room and just talked to her while she was sleeping.

"I told her how horrible my birthday had been, and how I just wanted her to get better. Wanted her to be my mom again, and make me a real cake. Wanted to go to the park with her, and go shopping with her, and just...anything. I just wanted her better." Kurt trailed off, and the tears he had been holding in for so long spilled out of his eyes, leaving tear tracks down his face, and a sob escaped his lips.

He buried his face in his hands, embarrassed beyond belief. Here he was, Kurt Hummel, top dog. The best Cheerio. One of the most popular kids in school. The one everyone feared. And he was just....crying in Blaine Anderson's bedroom. About something that had happened nearly ten years ago. This wasn't what he did. He didn't fucking cry. Hadn't cried in years. Why was he doing this now? He was better than this.

"Hey." Blaine started, softly. "Hey, come here."

Kurt didn't have the resolve to argue. He walked towards Blaine's bed, and then stopped, not sure what to do next.

Blaine scooted up, so his back was resting against the headboard, and pulled Kurt down next to him. Kurt felt his heart beat a little faster in his chest. He wished Blaine wasn't so sweet. Wished he, like everyone else in Kurt's stupid life, didn't give a shit. But Blaine was sweet, and Blaine did care, and that made Kurt feel even worse. Because he was horrible to Blaine. Blaine deserved someone who could love him. Kurt knew he couldn't. Other than his dad, Kurt hadn't loved anyone since his mom passed away. He couldn't. He couldn't open himself up to that kind of pain. Because that's all love was to him. Pain.

He sobbed harder, folding his arms around himself, trying to calm himself. This was stupid.

Blaine wrapped his arms around him, and Kurt stiffened at the touch. This couldn't be happening. They couldn't bond like this. Asking Blaine to be his fuck buddy had been the stupidest idea. He knew Blaine wasn't like the other guys he'd been with. Knew Blaine didn't just want him for sex like everyone else. But Blaine didn't know him. Blaine shouldn't want him. But Kurt knew that he did.

"Hey." Blaine rubbed his back soothingly. "Hey, shh. It's okay, Kurt."

Kurt forced himself to stop crying, and pulled himself out of Blaine's arms. Though he stayed on the bed next to him, close enough to feel his warmth. As much as he hated the fact, it soothed him.

"Then a week later, she was gone." Kurt said, picking up where he'd left off. "She was gone, and there was nothing I could do. It's hard growing up with just a dad. Especially when you're of my....orientation."

Blaine nodded.

"But my dad has always supported me and loved me." And that's why I feel awful for the way I've turned out, Kurt thought to himself. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. "I should go."

Blaine reached over and grabbed his hand. "Kurt, wait."

"No, Anderson. We're fuck buddies. That's all. We shouldn't even...I...This shouldn't have happened. We can't...I have to go."

"Please, Kurt. Just...."

Blaine didn't finish his sentence, and Kurt was sure he didn't know what to say. Didn't know what he really wanted. But Kurt couldn't stay here. He couldn't let his feelings for Blaine grow. They were dangerous already, and he hated that he had let Blaine into his life.

"No, Blaine, I'm leaving." Kurt said with a defeated sigh, yanking his hand out of Blaine's grasp, and practically running from the room.

He took the long way home, thinking. He was at a loss for what to do. He knew he should cut all ties with Blaine, before this went too far, and there was no getting out. But....He didn't want to.

He had to admit it to himself.

He liked Blaine Anderson.