Chapter 9

Wednesday(Day 3), continued.

Kurt strode into the choir room at a quarter to six, not caring that he was early, feeling very good and rather cocky at that.

"Hey."

He looked over to see Max sprawled out on the only couch on the room. The taller boys had a fabulous smile, and damn – his muscles were at least twice the size of Puck's. Kurt unconsciously licked his lips and walked over to the other boy, grateful that with the blazer off, he could see those fabulous arms.

"May I sit?" Kurt asked shyly.

Max smiled and patted his lap.

"Please do."

Kurt smiled and carefully sat down in Max's lap, and leaned in as Max began to speak.

It was innocent at first, chatting about musical preferences and favorite singers, despite the closeness of their positions… And as Kurt began to feel truly comfortable, he settled in closer, and Max just smiled and wrapped an arm around him.

Maybe it was the way his arm settled so perfectly around his waist, or perhaps the way his green eyes looked so warm and heartbreakingly earnest, but Kurt felt suddenly, incredibly, safe.

It hit him all at once - he was safe - really, truly safe. He had been at Dalton three days now - and had received not one hateful look, not one nasty laugh, not even one snide remark. Everyone was friendly, and he felt wanted like he'd never been wanted before. Blaine was right, Kurt thought with a smile, remembering the first time Blaine had taken him to his room. They all wanted him… Did Max want him as well?

He looked carefully into the blonde's eyes, breaking off in the middle of a sentence.

"Kurt?"

Now or never, he told himself - Kurt leaned in and closed his eyes. Max's lips were soft, and stayed still for a good minute until Kurt pulled away, suddenly anxious.

"Did you - did you not want - I'm so sorry." He rushed to sit up. Max's arm remained firmly around his waist, and Kurt didn't get anywhere.

"Of course I do," Max said, calm, and took Kurt's chin in his hand. "How could I not? I just don't want you to feel pressured. I know it’s the system, but if you don't actively want anything with me, then I will never push you."

"Oh…" Kurt sighed, relieved. "I - I do want. Quite a lot." His eyes roamed up and down Max's body.

Max just smiled and slowly, carefully, took him into a kiss. For such a strong guy, Kurt was shocked at how gently Max was treating him.

Kurt stopped thinking and drifted away on the feelings. He'd kissed, what - eight people in his young life, and this was the slowest and sweetest kiss anyone had ever given him. He could feel one strong hand stroking back his hair, another pushing slightly into the curve of his back, and he arched closer, parting his lips.

Max didn't seem in a rush for anything, he just took his time, and the tingles traveled further down Kurt's body and brought him standing to attention. It felt so perfect, and Kurt could even wait to be touched because this was so good, but maybe not for too long.

When Max finally released him, Kurt was panting and clutching at his shoulders.

"Please," he begged.

"Hmm?" Max smiled teasingly, and Kurt flushed. He kissed him again, deeper this time, and Kurt slid further on his lap, rubbing himself against Max.

He was so lost in the kiss, he barely noticed as his clothes were gently tugged off. He certainly didn't notice that a second set of hands was assisting Max in the procedure.

A bare of warm hands massaged his lower back, down the curve of his ass, and a small, slick finger began to rub circles on his hole. It began to open to the tender ministrations, and Kurt moaned desperately into Max's mouth, and Max just held the back of his neck firmly and kept driving him crazy.

Wait - two hands down there, one on his back, and one on his neck - Kurt's eyes snapped open, and pulled back.

"It's me, Kurt," came a soft voice, and then that finger, far too small to belong to Max, pushed carefully inside of him. Kurt choked out a gasp.

"Good girl, Dianne," Max smiled down at the Warbler kneeling before him.

Dianne blushed and smiled up at Max. This was just too lovely an image - Max, who she'd fantasized about for a year (how many times had she wished that she hadn't been so nervous during her own Initiation and Max hadn't let her go to her own room after just one kiss), and Kurt, who she hasn't stopped thinking about since she saw him… Both so beautiful in their own ways, and together, just breathtaking…

Kurt moaned brokenly into the next kiss - there were now two fingers pushing inside him, curving to hit… oh fuck there it was.

Nimble fingers undid Max's pants, and with a minimal amount of shuffling, his pants were down to his ankles, and his cock jutted up, ready for Kurt to slide down on it. He pulled Kurt back, who whined in protest, and turned him - to face Dianne. He lifted Kurt up easily - it made him feel a little like a china doll - and sat him down right on his cock.

Kurt wailed loudly as the head breached him - it was so big.

"Shh," Max said soothingly, but kept lowering him, slowly and carefully now. Kurt was amazingly tight, even after everything he'd done in the last few days.

Finally, Kurt hit the bottom, his ass resting on the other boy's thighs. It still hurt a bit, but he hadn't softened at all.

"Dianne, darling?"

The blonde at their feet nodded and leaned forward, fastening her lips gently around Kurt. Her tongue swirled around his head, distracting him from the feeling of over-fullness. Kurt reached out with one hand to push her bangs back, and her eyes turned up to meet his gaze as she moved down, taking him further into the soft wet heat of her mouth.

"Nngh," Kurt whined, bucking up into her mouth, his cock's urgent need for sensation making his mind forget the inevitable consequence: what goes up must also...

Kurt shrieked as he fell back onto Max - that hurt but oh Gaga it was good too... He wasn't just adapting, he was starting to love it. The stretch, the friction, and that wicked tongue on his cock – all of it was amazing.

"Again," came the rumbling command, and Kurt did, nearly choking the pretty blonde with his cock. He looked at her, about to apologize, but lost complete focus as a pair of strong hands grasped his hips and raised him up, only to drop him down again.

Max’s whole plan to have Kurt ride him disappeared the first time Kurt flailed, so wild and helpless, as he lifted him and dropped him again, feeling Kurt's gloriously tight ass slide down and encompass him.

Kurt was crying out desperately - it was so much. His cock was so hard it hurt, his nipples stiff as diamonds, and Max was bringing him all the way off with every lift now… The moment he was empty, his ass clenched again, and then almost immediately that enormous cockhead was stretching his opening and popping neatly inside with such intensity, in one long stroke. He wouldn't let up, and his arms showed no signs of wearing out - Kurt had no doubt that Max could keep this up for hours if he indeed wanted to torture him like that.

Max was groaning loudly, bouncing this stunning creature up and down on his cock, his hands tight on Kurt's hips, lifting him up before dropping him again, letting the full weight of his body ram him down onto his thickness even as he pushed up with his hips to meet him.

Every thrust was so powerful Kurt could almost see stars - his eyes refocused into the distance, and realized something.

The other Warblers had arrived.

Most of them were apparently inspired by the display to engage in their own acts of debauchery… Wes and David were curled on the nearest couch, making out desperately, their hands down each other's pants. Samir sat on an armchair, his hands in his boyfriend's long hair, guiding his movements as Gabriel pleased him with his mouth.

And on the other side of the room, Jeff was leaning against the wall, sighing in pleasure as James sucked him from on his hands and knees on the floor. James moved jerkily, but he couldn't really help it, what with Greg slamming into him from behind.

Only a few of the Warblers didn't seem to be so engaged… Theo had a book in front of his face, though his eyes peeked out at Kurt over them - when they met eyes, he ducked his head behind the book completely. Eli's back was to them all as he stood by the sheet music cupboard, apparently searching for something, and Howard was nowhere to be seen.

And Blaine… was walking over towards him.

It was simultaneously infuriating and arousing to find Kurt like this, Blaine thought. Max was just flaunting the situation in his face…

So there was really only thing that Blaine Anderson could do in a situation like this.

Take control of it.

He made short work of the distance between him and Kurt, and knelt beside him on the couch.

"Hello beautiful," Blaine growled, and seized Kurt in a demanding kiss. Kurt was helpless to resist, Blaine was unyielding, and he swore Blaine kissed him so deeply that he must be trying to drink up his soul.

Everything felt so wonderful, but he couldn't help but forget about Max and Dianne as Blaine took possession of him. He felt owned, possessed, needed, loved.

Blaine pulled back, their lips barely touching, and locked eyes with him.

"Come for me, Kurt," he whispered, and it was if lightning struck Kurt - the room flashed, his mouth opened wide, and Blaine kissed him to muffle the earth shattering scream he released as he came.

The world came back slowly, in bits and pieces, and the world was Blaine, holding him, kissing him softly, and murmuring words that sounded almost like love.

"So gorgeous, Kurt, so beautiful."

Blaine smoothed his hair back from his face, and Kurt realized that he was dressed again, and curled on Blaine's lap. He looked over and saw Max and Dianne on the other side of the couch - she was perched on his lap, where Kurt had been not so long ago.

He looked back to Blaine and smiled.

"You are too."

Blaine just smiled, and wrapped his arms around his Kurt more snugly. They stayed like that, just resting, until they heard a banging.

A very happy and sated looking Wes was banging his gavel down on the table.

"Playtime's over. It's time to actually do our work, guys."

The double doors burst open.

"Sorry I'm late!" Howard said apologetically, entering and closing the door behind him.

Kurt realized that the boy was, strangely enough, carrying a bird cage with a cute yellow bird in it.

"I had to buy new birdfood…" Howard paused in his tracks, realizing how messy and happy everyone looked. "Did I miss something?"

As promised, Kurt was Blaine's after Warbler practice. They walked upstairs, arm in arm, with Blaine carrying the birdcage in his other hand. Kurt was grateful - he was limping slightly after the rather intense... practice, and needed the support.

"If you ever need help with Pavarotti, just ask," Blaine assured him.

"Thanks!"

"He's really a wonderful companion, even though he tries to escape occasionally… But he always comes back," he rushed to say, seeing Kurt's terrified expression.

"What would happen if I lost him?"

"Accidentally?" Blaine raised an eyebrow.

"There's no other way I'd do it," Kurt insisted, and goodness that earnest look he wore was just the cutest thing to ever grace these halls, Blaine was certain of it.

"Wes would insist you be disciplined."

"D - disciplined?"

They had reached Blaine's room, and he unlocked the door and led Kurt in before replying.

"Spanking, or more," Blaine said smoothly.

Kurt shivered, but something lit in his eyes at the thought, and Blaine's pants suddenly felt a size too small.

"Who would do… that?"

"Well, Wes definitely likes to carry his gavel around, and Samir certainly knows the most on the subject, but I would probably have to take on that duty."

"You?" Kurt breathed, his eyes wide.

"I don't think I could watch anyone else do that to you without having to hurt them." The words came spilling out, and Blaine nearly bit his lip as he realized what he'd revealed.

Kurt's smile was shy but glowing.

"You're a really wonderful friend, Blaine."

His heart seemed to soar even as it sank. That was good, wasn't it? Or was that friend zoning? With Kurt it was so hard to tell. Add to that they were sleeping together… It was just too hard to tell, Blaine thought gloomily.

"I've never had anybody stop someone else from hurting me before." His eyes were slowly becoming haunted, and Blaine knew that he was remembering things.

He pulled Kurt into his arms and held him tightly.

"Nobody will ever hurt you again, I swear it," Blaine promised. He meant every word of it.

Kurt hugged back just as tight, blinking away tears, and silently thanked Lady Gaga that he'd had the amazing fortune to meet Blaine Anderson.

Thursday (Day 4)

"What did you get up to last night?" Jeff queried, mock-punching Kurt on the arm. "You're practically glowing."

"Actually, I went to bed early," Kurt said honestly, grinning at the blond before turning to his toast.

Blaine had held him until he fell asleep. It was the best sleep Kurt had gotten in a while… Even though they had to wake up early to do their homework. There was just something about waking up next to Blaine that was so…

Comforting, Kurt told himself. It's nice to have someone who cares about me. And a small part of his mind, that he wasn't ready to acknowledge quite yet, knew it wasn't just that… Waking up with Blaine felt incredibly right.