Chapter 4

Wednesday, continued.

"Ladies, what have I told you about the football team?"

Santana and Brittany looked at each other in confusion, then shrugged at the same time.

"We need one to exist in order for the Cheerios to perform on a regular basis."

"We know that, Coach," Santana said cautiously.

"And yet, two football players are dead, and five others missing… I presume them dead. Tell me, Brittany, how did Roger Grant die?"

"We hung him up in his bedroom just like you told us to, Coach," Brittany said chirpily, happy to know the answer to the question.

"And how did Albert Henrikson die?" 

"We gave him too much fun stuff."

"Now hold on," Santana said quickly. "Just because Karofsky and Azimio died in similar ways doesn't mean we had anything to do with it."

"You're saying you didn't?"

"Grant raped a Cheerio, Henrikson tried to do the same to Brittany. They deserved to die." Santana's eyes flashed as she continued. "Karofsky and Azimio were never as bad. Sure, they were bullies, but we learned to draw the line, just like you taught us, Coach. We know we need a football team."

Sue sat back slowly, her mind spinning.

"Thank you, ladies. It looks like we've got another killer in this school. We need to find them and get them under control. I want you two to find whoever did this. And when you do… You know what to do."

"Yes, coach," Brittany and Santana nodded together. "We'll get right on it," Santana added.

"So we're getting married!" Carol finished, squeezing Burt's hand and looking at the boys for confirmation.

Kurt stared for a moment before squealing and jumping up and down, clapping his hands.

"You know I'm planning it, right?"

"That's just what we were hoping," Burt reached out and squeezed Kurt's schedule. "Thank you, son."

"That's great, mom," Finn finally spoke, smiling. "Now we really are going to be one big family."

Blaine watched through the door as Kurt led the others into a group hug. Kurt really did look happy… Until Burt said…

"So how about this weekend?"

"For the wedding? What!" Kurt shrieked. "Sunday would be four days away."

"Well, we were thinking the next weekend, but we remembered Sectionals is then."

Kurt put his head in his hands.

Blaine knocked on the door, and they looked up. Burt saw him through the glass, and beckoned him in.

"I couldn't help but hear," Blaine grinned. "Congratulations, Burt, Carol. Have you thought about having it the weekend after Sectionals? That will give Kurt plenty of time to plan it and have everyone participate without anything else on their minds."

Carol and Burt looked at each, silently communicating, and after a moment - turned back to the teenagers smiling.

"Of course. The eighteenth it is. So… any thoughts on the flower arrangements?"

"I have three different ideas, but I can have at least ten drawn out by the weekend," Kurt said excitedly.

Blaine just watched him, smiling, marveling at Kurt's enthusiasm. He just glowed when he was excited about something.

He had never seen anyone as beautiful. He couldn't help but imagine just how much Kurt was going to glow on their wedding day.

"Rachel, I've got some big news." Finn looked so excited, but Rachel had told herself a hundred times that today was the day.

"I've got big news too," She said decidedly.

"Oh, okay, you first," Finn deferred.

"Finn, I'm not… I'm not happy," Rachel said determinedly. "It isn't you, it’s just… I need something different."

"What do you mean?" He could only stare at her, feeling like his mouth was filled with chalk. This couldn't be happening…

"I'm breaking up with you," Rachel clarified quietly. "I hope you'll want to be friends within time. I certainly do."

She turned and walked away.

Finn numbly watched her go. He had never imagined it happening like this.

He didn't even know what he'd done wrong this time.

Thursday.

"Come on, I won't tell anyone," Kurt nuzzled closer to his boyfriend on their bed.

"Our song is going to be a surprise," Blaine chided, even as he wrapped himself more securely around Kurt.

"Fine then, I won't tell you what we're doing either," Kurt said snippily.

Blaine growled and pinched a sensitive nipple harshly.

"Ahh!" Kurt cried, trembling, and when Blaine wouldn't stop rolling it - "I'll tell you if you ask." 

"I don't mind not knowing this time… But if I ask you something, I expect an answer." Blaine turned him so they were facing each other, and took Kurt's mouth for a deep kiss.

"Okay," Kurt gasped. "As you wish."

Blaine groaned happily and kissed him again.

"Who would want all those football players dead?" Santana mused, twirling a pen in her hands.

Brittany looked up from where she was lying across Santana's bed.

"Maybe someone who gets slushied. Or Mr. Rogers."

That earned her a look of incredulity.

"I don't think anyone in club has it in them," Santana mused. "Maybe one of the audio visual nerds. They're just too quiet, it’s creepy." She stopped twirling her pen for a moment. "But we don't know much about Sam or Blaine yet."

"Blaine's a beautiful dolphin," Brittany said happily, absentmindedly scratching at her upper thigh. Her skirt had slid up, leaving her completely bare-legged, with just those panties blocking Santana from temptation. "San, when we find the killer, do we have to kill them?"

"We bring them in to Coach, and she gets to decide," Santana replied.

"Mmm," Brittany sighed, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs in that way that always made Santana's mouth water.

"Focus, Brit," Santana snapped. She had to stop thinking like that. It was never going to happen. Brit was with Wheels now, and as much as it hurt - she seemed happy.

She told herself all she had to do was find some guy to fuck and forget about it. Because this time (unlike the last five times), it would actually get Brittany out of her system. Definitely. It would work.

Monday.

Blaine gazed up at the empty stage as the lights were slowly dimmed. The rest of the club hushed and they all turned their attention to the first performance of the day.

Tina beamed down at them as the first notes began.

"Happiness hit her like a train on a track…"

Blaine listened carefully, enjoying the way Tina's voice flowed. She had the power to be truly lyrical, and a certain power to her tone when she wanted it. He wondered why she was singing alone, but goodness, that girl could knock a solo out of the park. Kurt squeezed his hand, and Blaine leaned over slightly to press a light kiss against Kurt's cheek.

"The dog days are over, the dog days are gone! Can you hear the horses cause here they come!"

Kurt and Blaine were the first on their feet, applauding enthusiastically.

"That was beautiful, Tina," Holly grinned at her student.

Everyone agreed, with various forms of high fives and fist bumps. Mike gave Tina a very passionate kiss, and Tina happily went to sit next to him for the next performance.

"That's us," Blaine told Kurt, and smiled before heading backstage with Mercedes. "You ready for this?"

"I was born ready for this, white boy," Mercedes batted her eyes at him. "Tell that band to hit it."

Blaine gestured to the band, and walked forward to claim the stage.

He quirked his head a little towards Kurt as he began to sing.

"I don't why I love her like I do… All the changes you put me through." He shook his head as he did some easy footwork, clasping his hands in front of him as if praying. "Take my money, my cigarettes! I haven't seen the worst of it yet. I wanna know that you'll tell me… I love to stay."

"Take me to the river," Mercedes joined him, and Blaine couldn't help but smile at the rich timbre of her voice. "Drop me in the water. Take me to the river, dip me in the water, washing me down - washing me down…"

He stepped back as Mercedes took the next part.

"I don't know why you treat me so bad, think of all the things we could have had…" Mercedes tossed her hair, looking pure diva, and as Kurt watched his friend, he swore she'd never looked so beautiful. "Love is an ocean that I can't forget. My sweet sixteen I would never regret. I wanna know that you'll tell me… I love to stay!"

They faced each other for the chorus, mirroring each other's dance movements.

"Take me to the river…"

Kurt smiled broadly, tempted to start clapping already. Blaine and Mercedes' voices complemented each other so perfectly.

It was a shame the next song brought down the mood of the whole club.

Finn took the stage, looking quite grim.

"Well no one told me about her… the way she lied! Well no one told me about her - how many people cried! But it's too late to say you're sorry, how would I know - why should I care?"

Kurt could feel Rachel tensing up beside him. It was quite obvious whom Finn was singing about…

"Please don't bother trying' to find her, she's not there! Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked, the way she'd act and the color of her hair…"

Kurt reached out and squeezed Rachel's hand. He'd been treated to hearing from Finn and Rachel how the break up had gone. They hadn't said one word to each other since Rachel had ended things.

It was now clear to the entire club that Finn wasn't taking it well.

"So that's why he quit our duet," Tina whispered to Mike.

"Your solo was perfect," Mike whispered back, and Kurt could hear the soft sound of kissing behind him.

The awkwardness that Finn's (admittedly well-sung) song caused faded as soon as Puck and Artie took the stage.

"1, 2, 3, Uhh!" Artie hollered.

"My baby don't mess around - because she loves me so, and this I know for shoo…" Puck grinned out at the audience. "Uh, but does she really wanna - but can't stand to see me, walk out the door…"

"I like this song," Blaine whispered to Kurt.

As Puck and Artie finished the first Heey Yaaa's, Artie wheeled forward and took charge.

"Hey, alright now. Alright now fellas, YEAH! Now what's cooler than bein' cool?"

"ICE COLD!" Puck hollered.

"I can't hear ya' - I say what's cooler than bein' cool?"

"ICE COLD!"

"Whooo," Artie agreed, and the club was laughing and clapping already. "Alright, alright alright… Ok now LADIES!"

"Yeah!"

"And we gonna break this thing down in just a few seconds." Artie winked at his girlfriend, and Brittany just beamed up at him, clapping. "Now don't have me break this thang down for nothin'. Now I wanna see y'all on y'all baddest behavior. Lend me some sugar', I am your neighbor! Ahh here we go!"

"Shake it, shake shake it, shake it ohh oh!" Puck was really dancing now, and despite the anger Kurt still held towards him, he had to admit that Puck was a good singer.

But it wasn't enough to stop what was going to happen to him tonight.

Just the thought of what they had planned sent a thrill through him. Kurt applauded heartily, and headed up for his performance.

"You guys set?"

"Totally," Brittany agreed, and Mike nodded in agreement. The music was ready, and his outfit was perfect, so Kurt stepped forward, smiled at Blaine, breathed in, and began.

"Tonight… I'm gonna have myself… a real good time… I feel ali-iiiive…" He let the words linger, drawing them out just as Freddie had done. "And the world…. I'll turn it inside out…yeah. I'm floating around in ecstasy…" He shivered slightly, his head tilting back. "So…

"Don't. stop. me. now. Don't. stop me…" The three performers sang together.

"'Cause I'm having a good time -" Kurt sang, in a pure tenor.

"Having a good time!" They chorused.

He couldn't see Brittany and Mike behind him for the first part, but at the next line they both leapt forward in a flip, and he could see them on either side of him.

"I'm a shooting star - leaping through the sky! Like a tiger, defying the laws of gravity! I'm a racing car passing by, like Lady Godiva… I'm gonna go, go, go there's no stopping me!" His voice soared, and he twirled once before Brittany and Mike seized him on either side and lifted him up to stand on their shoulders. Thankfully all the Cheerios practice last year had taught him how to balance properly.

"I'm burning through the sky, yea! Two hundred degrees that's why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit." He remained balanced, lowering his hands to take Mike and Brittany's outstretched ones. Using their support, he flipped backwards, landing between them, and marching forwards as he continued to sing.

"I'm traveling at the speed of light… I wanna make a supersonic man out of you!" He pointed straight at his boyfriend, who grinned back at him.

"Don't. stop. me. now."

"I'm having such a good time, I'm having a ball," Kurt sang. "Don't stop me now! If you wanna have a good time… Just give me a call." Winking at his giggling audience, Kurt continued the dance steps he had choreographed, with Brittany and Mike following along.

He got lost in the music for a moment, and when he next opened his eyes, he realized it was time for the next group move.

"I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars… On a collision course - I am a satellite. I'm out of control!" He slowly drew his arms together, then down to his hips. "I'm a sex machine ready to reload. Like an atom bomb about to oh oh oh oh oh explode!"

Mike and Brittany threw themselves away from the 'explosion' with cartwheels, and Kurt stalked forward, singing his heart out.

"I'm burning through the sky, yeah. Two hundred degrees, that's why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit! I'm traveling at the speed of light - I wanna make a supersonic woman of you…"

Mercedes swooned as Kurt pointed right at her on that line. The trio continued to dance, through the guitar solo, then formed a triangle for the last chorus.

"Don't stop me now, yes I'm having a good time - I don't wanna stop at all…" Kurt closed his eyes and paused in place, tilting his head as he sang the last sounds sweetly. "Dah dah dah dah daaaaah da da da…. Hah da dah ha hah ha… Ha da da da dah…."

The music faded with Kurt's voice, and as the lights went out, Kurt was frozen looking up at the sky, one arm raised as if to catch a star. Brittany was frozen in a backward bend, one leg raised elegantly, and Mike knelt with his arms outspread, his head down.

The applause was incredible. Kurt was shocked for a moment, then he grinned. He hopped down and embraced Mercedes.

"That was beautiful," Mercedes said seriously.

"Freddie would be proud," Rachel added, wiping away a single tear.

"It was great - and your choreography, it's already perfect!" Holly laughed with delight.

"We're doing that for Sectionals," Blaine whispered as he took Kurt into his arms.

Sam and Quinn's duet reminded Kurt of their first duet of Lucky - sweet, soft and charming… But it didn't blow anyone away. Everyone applauded, even Rachel, who hissed something about them sticking with quiet songs, not epic love songs that needed more power. Kurt silently agreed with her. Quinn and Sam had very pretty voices, but they were meant for pop songs or ballads, not songs where their voices should be soaring.

Then Rachel and Santana swept onto the stage and blew their minds with an amazing duet of Valerie. Kurt was impressed not only by the emotion and power of their voices, but also by how Rachel actually took only half the solo lines. Fairly quickly, he knew that one of his three votes would be going to their performance.

With the final performance done, the club headed back to the choir room to cast their votes.

"Yours, mine, and Rachel's," Kurt whispered to Blaine, who nodded.

"Yours, mine, and Tina's," Blaine replied.

Each member wrote down their top three choices (not ranked, with no repetition) on a piece of paper, and Holly collected them. There was quite a nervous silence as Holly tallied up the votes.

"In first place, with fourteen votes…"

A collective gasp went around the room - that meant everyone had voted for that one song…

"Kurt, Brittany, and Mike!"

Kurt felt almost faint. He was finally getting a performance solo. He barely registered the congratulations, just looked dazedly over at his boyfriend, who was chuckling happily.

"In second place, with eight votes - Rachel and Santana!"

Rachel squealed and seized Santana in a tight hug. Santana laughed in surprise, and actually hugged her back.

"We were pretty bitching, Berry," Santana grinned, and fist-bumped Mike.

"And in third place, with five votes… We have a tie." Holly paused to build up anticipation. "Between Tina Cohen-Chang and Blaine and Mercedes."

"What do we do?" Sam was the first to ask.

"I have an idea," Blaine said after a moment. "How about we make Dog Days into a duet with Tina and Mercedes?"

Tina thought for a moment, and nodded.

"That's seems halfway fair. But what about you, Blaine?"

"Hey, I'm new – why should I get a solo?" Blaine shrugged. "Mercedes and Tina have been here a year, and they're both fabulous. They deserve it."

Mercedes hugged her duet partner, and shook her head.

"Damn, Kurt, you got a good one."

"I sure did," Kurt murmured. He felt like he would never stop smiling.

Blaine held him back after club, taking several minutes to retie his shoelaces.

"Blaine, are you purposefully trying to slow us down?" Kurt asked, crossing his arms.

"Yes," Blaine replied, standing up and striding over to Kurt, putting one hand firmly, but not hurtfully, on Kurt's throat. "Take off your pants."

"What?" Kurt gasped. His eyes darted to the open door. "Here? Can't you wait - "

"I won't wait," Blaine tightened his grip slightly. "You were just too hot up there, darling. I need you now, Kurt." His boyfriend whimpered, and cautiously lowered his hands to unbutton his pants.

"Good boy," Blaine whispered, and released Kurt, who fell slightly towards him. "Shoes, socks, shirt, pants and boxers."

Kurt undressed slowly, nervous that at any second someone might come back to the room - or just walk by the open doorway. But the way Blaine was looking at him - he couldn't refuse him anything.

"Very good," Blaine moaned softly. Kurt stood in front of him, looking shy and beautiful and innocent even as he began to stiffen.

"Walk to the piano, beautiful."

Kurt obeyed, placing his arms carefully on it. Blaine stepped behind him, and Kurt closed his eyes, savoring the simple feeling of one hand caressing its way down his back.

Warm kisses on his neck made him shiver and sigh ever so slightly. Blaine reached around and palmed him - only once, making Kurt want more.

"I want you on your hands and knees, on the piano bench…"

Slowly, Kurt moved into the asked-for position. Just as he got his balance, Blaine nuzzled between Kurt's buttocks, and Kurt gasped, before moving one hand to muffle his small desperate sounds. Blaine's long fingers curled around his cock, and Kurt thrust into it, and back - right onto one slicked finger.

"Oh my god you brought lube," Kurt moaned wondrously - and ever-so relieved.

"You don't think I'd Brokeback it, did you?" Blaine asked with amusement, his finger moving ever so slowly. "I don't feel particularly like hurting you right now."

Kurt moved to take his finger further inside him, even as he let out a panting little breath.

"Please, oh please!"

Blaine grinned wickedly as he kissed Kurt's back and pressed a second finger into him, savoring the way Kurt felt, hot and tight and his.

"We're going to get caught…" Kurt moaned.

"Doesn't that excite you?" Blaine purred.

"Damn you," Kurt hiccuped. Of course it did - and Blaine knew it - just like he seemed to know every little thing that ever went through Kurt's mind. It was like he knew every dark fantasy Kurt had ever had, and was better than those imaginings every time.

Blaine wrapped one hand carefully around Kurt's neck, holding him still, and slowly pressed inside.

Kurt moaned between his teeth like an animal keening, arching back, offering himself, and Blaine just took it all, sliding in deep, until he was completely encased in this beautiful creature he had the amazing good fortune to possess.

"Yes, there," Kurt was starting to sob already. Blaine was so deep within him, his grip firm around his neck, and he just rocked a little bit into him and Kurt strained for more.

"Like that," Kurt bit his lip. "Please Blaine, please… Ohhh!"

Blaine pulled him back towards him, until Kurt's hands couldn't touch the bench, and the only things keeping him up were his knees (weak as they were) planted on the wobbly bench, and Blaine's hand around his neck.

He gasped and panted, and felt a rush building up inside him. Blaine squeezed, and he choked for a moment.

"No coming, you have to wait for my mouth," Blaine chided. "Otherwise the evidence is going to be all over the piano keys. And I know you don't want to upset Brad."

"Oh fuck!" Kurt cried out. He gritted his teeth and shivered in Blaine's grasp, trying his hardest not to come. The bench wobbled under every thrust as Kurt's body was rocked closer to the keys - any harder and he knew his dick was going to hit that G.

Blaine stopped abruptly, and Kurt whined. Blaine watched him, loving the way Kurt's lips pursed as if in pain and his eyes fluttered closed, and the way he swayed from side to side, trying to balance on the bench.

"Hmm. I have more bad news for you, beautiful."

"Mmm?" Kurt groaned.

"This bench doesn't seem very sturdy, I think I might break it if I keep moving… So you're going to have to do all the work."

Kurt whimpered. Blaine released his neck gently, and Kurt swayed forward, his hands smashing down on the keys. It sounded vaguely like an augmented a minor chord. Kurt didn't really care about the piano, though. He needed Blaine moving inside of him again.

But Blaine held himself still, steady as a rock. Kurt began to move, in short, convulsive jerks, rocking the bench worse than Blaine had, but he knew Blaine didn't really care about that.

"Fuck," Kurt cried helplessly.

Blaine kissed the back of his neck.

"Remember, don't come…"

Kurt whined and quivered, abandoning any kind of shame and just thrusting back onto Blaine's cock in pure and utter desperation. His cock bobbed in front of him, his balls ached, and Blaine just breathed slowly.

Blaine's cock was more than just pressure inside of him - it was a terrible unsatisfied need. Blaine was tormenting him, staying as unmoving as a statue, even as Kurt writhed against him. Kurt squirmed against him, his head arching back, his whole body focused on the frustration that he couldn't seem to satisfy.

Every twist of his hips jolted pleasure through him like electricity, the weight of his cock bobbing slightly with every motion until he thought it would take only a warm breath on his cock to bring him off. He wanted to come, needed to come, was positively begging - silently, with his breath and his body, but he couldn't talk - because if he tried, he'd scream or sob to come - and Blaine just pressed his lips to his neck and mouthed something.

Mine, mine, mine.

And then Blaine whispered against his ear, and Kurt could feel him grin.

"Who are you?" he asked, and nuzzled Kurt's ear, his jaw, his neck. "Tell me."

Kurt whimpered. He couldn't think, couldn't feel anything but Blaine's heat and the ache, the pressure inside his body, and the need, that agonizing need -

"Yours," Kurt whispered. "All yours."

"Good boy," Blaine said silkily, and brushed a hand over Kurt's balls.

Kurt howled and came in torrents, bucking like an animal, blind to anything but his own pleasure. Blaine wrapped one arm around his torso, ensuring he didn't harm himself, and begin to fuck him with long, powerful strokes.

Kurt keened as he came, and it just seemed to go on and on as Blaine fucked him, growling quietly, hands clenched tight around him. Blaine hissed as he came, releasing himself deep inside of Kurt, not stopping until he filled Kurt with every last drop.

"It looks like you disobeyed me," Blaine said deeply.

Kurt's eyes slowly opened, and as he saw his come all over the piano keys, he shivered…

"But given how hard you tried… Perhaps your punishment shan't be too severe."

Kurt could only moan and sag into Blaine's arms. Whatever Blaine had in mind - it was already worth it.