Wes’ eyebrows arched in surprise at the missed call from Kurt. It’s not that he and Kurt didn’t get along. On the contrary, Wes appreciated Kurt’s organization, his attention to detail, and his impeccable timeliness. He also appreciated Kurt’s beautiful voice, truth be told, and sorely missed it amongst the Warbler’s ranks. Yes, Wes definitely had a soft spot for Kurt, even if his business-as-usual persona did not reflect it.

He clicked into his voicemail, leaned against the smooth hardwood wall of the Dalton sitting room, and listened.

“Hello Wes, this is Kurt. I have an...odd request for you and some of the boys. Very odd. In fact, you should warn them that I just want them to hear me out and then they can decide if they want to help me or not. Most importantly, though, Blaine CANNOT KNOW you are meeting with me. It’s a...well, it’s sort of a secret. Can you talk to Thad, David, Nick, Jeff, Flint, and Trent and call me back? We need to find a time when we can all get together and talk. Thank you so much, Wes.”

Well THIS was an interesting turn of events. What could Kurt possibly want help with that didn’t involve all of the Warblers? Wes thought about his choices and realized they were the boys that Kurt had become closest to while he was at Dalton. Wes was interested. Actually, Wes was downright intrigued and he hastened to shove his phone in his pocket and was off to look for his fellow Warblers to see what they could do for Kurt.

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One week and 3 days later (Day 199; schedules had been so hard to work out and Kurt had been in New York) Wes, Thad, David, Nick, Jeff, and Trent were huddled with Kurt in the furthest corner of The Lima Bean sipping iced coffees and eyeing each other with barely contained interest. They had just sat down with their respective orders and were waiting or Kurt to begin and thus far their host was being less than forthcoming. In fact, he was chewing his bottom lip, seemingly unable to speak.

Wes broke the silence.

“Ok. Well. Warblers, we are all here to help our good friend Kurt. Once a Warbler, always a Warbler so...Kurt, can you tell us what you need from us?”

Kurt eyed each boy in turn, considering his words carefully. This had seemed like a much better plan in his head.

He took a shuddery breath and began.
“Gentlemen. How many of you have girlfriends?”

He was greeted with five smiling faces and two sets of rolled eyes. There was his answer.

Kurt pressed on, hurriedly speaking and tripping over his words. “Okay, so most of you will understand what I am about to say. Let me warn you, though, this is as hard for me to ask as it will be for you to answer but please understand that I am asking so you will further understand the favor I am going to ask of all of you. You of course can say no!”

Kurt was blushing from the bottom of his toes to the tips of his ears and he knew it. David wondered what Kurt could possibly want to say to them to make him look so embarrassed. Suddenly Trent didn’t know if he WANTED to know what Kurt needed.

Jeff spoke up. “Kurt, if you don’t tell us what you need us to do I am going to seriously pass out, man!”

The boys laughter spread out through the coffee shop and the tension was eased just the tiniest bit. Kurt was being a bit melodramatic.

“Okay, guys. How many of you are feeling or have felt...um...have felt...sexually frustrated?” Kurt flicked his eyes to each one of them in turn.

Seven sets of eyes avoided him. Seven faces flushed varying shades of pink and red. Seven throats cleared or laughed. All seven boys raised their hands.

Kurt laughed.

“Well, then, perhaps you will help me out. Blaine is...Blaine is wonderful. Blaine is so perfect for me in every way. He makes me happy. He is smart, hilarious, kind, and very much...” he paused, trying to get them to understand, “...the gentleman.”

“Wait, are you telling me that you want more sex from Blaine and he’s not giving it to you?” Nick snorted with suppressed laughter.

Kurt exploded, “That’s just it! He’s not giving me ANY!” He realized the volume of his voice and continued in a stage whisper. “It’s not that I mind a gentleman! And he thinks he’s protecting me! I used to think it was all I would or could want. But...but now...”

“We understand, Kurt. Trust us. We’re teenage boys, too...and so is Blaine. We just need to give him a push, right?” supplied Wes, a knowing look on his face.

“So,” began Thad, “how exactly are we going to help you with this?”

Kurt smirked.
“Through what we do best, boys. Music.”

And he outlined his plan for them right there in the coffee shop. Had anyone decided to wander close to the blazer’d gentlemen gathered round the handsome brunette boy with the flashing blue eyes they might have heard something about groping and sequins, about ties and bare feet. But no one bothered them and in the end they all voted unanimously to help Kurt.

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On day 200 Blaine took Kurt’s breath away by telling him he loved him. Kurt was speechless - a rare feat for anyone. Leave it to Blaine to render him this way. Kurt’s thoughts flashed through the last 199 days of his life, how it was changed forever and for the better, about his plan and his upcoming practices with the Warblers and he replied that yes, he did love Blaine, too. So very, very much.

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Day 212 dawned bright and early for Kurt. He was full of nervous, excited energy. He felt like all the molecules in his body were rioting against his skin, seeking release. School was out for Kurt, but Blaine and the other Warblers still had four more days of finals, the school slowly emptying out as summer’s heat bled in through the windows and doors. Kurt’s plan was in motion; there was no stopping it now. Wes had texted him five minutes ago saying only, “It’s a go.”

Kurt had already texted Blaine the night before, requesting that they spend some time together this evening and Blaine had gotten permission to stay late with him.

His clothing was laid out on the bed. Thank god he had saved his ties and his sequined vest from practicing single ladies with Brittany and Tina. Thank god it still fit.

Growth spurts were a pain in the ass.

Kurt had eight hours to wait for his plan to come to fruition. He decided that he would have to pass the time somehow...so he decided to go back to sleep and maybe, just maybe do some “research” before he left.

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Blaine had gotten the text that morning before leaving for school.

Hey man, do you think you could come meet with me and a few of the other warblers at 4:30 in the practice room? I know it’s late and most everyone will be cleared out by then but we have to wait for Jeff’s practice to be over. Can you come? Summer ideas! -Wes

Blaine knew he had plans with Kurt tonight, but he was pretty sure Kurt had to work until at least five because he worked in the garage when school was out. So he texted Wes back, telling him he could come, and hoping Kurt wouldn’t mind having the time to shower before he came over. Summer plans? This was the first he had ever heard of the Warblers having summer shows. He wouldn’t want to miss that for anything.

He walked though the silent halls, noting that even the teachers were gone. Summer was fast approaching and everyone wanted to be out in the sunshine, not here where so much work still loomed. Blaine smiled to himself when he thought of the whole summer to be with Kurt. Touching, exploring, loving Kurt. He was trying so hard to be a good man and boyfriend and keep his hands to himself when Kurt was around but he was so gorgeous. Blaine just wanted to break all of his rules and drag his mouth all over Kurt and leave him a panting, sweaty mess. But he didn’t want to break what they had. He didn’t know where to go from here. So he kept waiting, wondering when the time would be right.

He stopped at the closed door to the Warbler practice room, taking a deep breath and pushing thoughts of Kurt from his mind. Okay, focus he told himself, as he pushed the practice doors open.

He stopped short at the sight before him.

“Kurt, what are you-” he started.

Kurt stood in front of a group of Warblers, hands behind his back, dressed in black skinny jeans and his...wait, his Dalton blazer and tie? There was no white shirt, though...Blaine could see something else peeking under that blazer but it was buttoned meticulously and he couldn’t quite tell what it was. This made no sense. Kurt would NEVER wear navy with black.

Tearing his gaze from Kurt he noticed that the other warblers were similarly clad. Black skinny jeans. Blazers. Ties. No white shirts.

And none of them wore shoes or socks.

What was going on?

Kurt flashed his beautiful smile at his confused boyfriend and said, “Blaine. Please sit down. We have a little...show...for you today. These boys were so gracious when I asked them to help me tell you something that I think you need to know. So just...just sit. And...really listen, because I mean every word.”

Blaine sat, dumbfounded. What were they going to-?
Just then, Jeff pressed play on the iPod deck. (Reader: push play yourself.)

The booming soundtrack of Lady Gaga started pouring out of the speakers. The Warblers, save Kurt, swiftly flipped first the left side and then the right side of their blazers open, exposing black v-neck shirts underneath, and shucked the jackets, tossing them aside. Each Warbler ground his hips in time to the beat, each voice thrumming along with the ragged beat.

Kurt waited a moment, singing, “Don’t be scared. I’ve done this before. Show me your teeth.”
He smiled dangerously at Blaine, taking the following 8 beats to strip of his jacket and Blaine felt all the air leave the room. He literally couldn’t breathe. “Show me your teeth.”

Underneath that damned blazer Kurt was...Blaine’s romantic mind wanted to say beautiful. Breathtaking. Fucking exhilarating. But all his brain could think was, “utterly fuckable”.

Blaine’s eyes traveled Kurt’s body. His hair was all spikysexyhot (didn’t he say he did it like that for Born This Way?), he had a high blush on his cheeks. He still had those fucking tight pants on and no shoes...but underneath that blazer was the real treat. He was wearing a black skin-tight tank top of some lycra-like material. Over that he was wearing a black sequined vest. Sequined for christsakes. And still the tie. All of them still had the ties. Blaine wanted to grab that tie and drag him off somewhere where...wait, wait. Kurt’s hands were...were those fingerless gloves made of DALTON TIES? How long had Kurt been planning this? He snapped his attention back to Kurt when the Warblers started moving towards his boyfriend...wait, what were they-

“Don’t want your money-”

The other Warblers were sauntering up to Kurt, hands out, looking like they were going to...to stroke him...but instead they all stopped, hands close enough to touch Kurt’s body, and kneeling around to him.

Kurt put his fingers into the hair of the two Warblers closest to him - Jeff and Nick - and pulled their heads back, exposing their throats. He looked right into Blaine’s eyes as he sang the next line,

“-just want your sex.”

Blaine’s brain exploded. Why the FUCK did Jeff and Nick think that they could let Kurt do that to them? And why wasn’t Kurt doing it to HIM? He almost leapt off the couch, fire in his blood and jealousy ripping at his nerves...but Kurt pulled his fingers from their hair quickly and crooked his finger in a “no” gesture before continuing. His cock strained in his stupid Dalton pants as his mind raged in a war between outright blind lust and all-consuming jealousy.

“Take a bite of my bad boy meat-”

Blaine had to physically dig his fingernails into the couch cushions because what the Warblers did next both enraged and enticed him. Each boy was biting down on parts of Kurt. Not hard, but they all. Had. Their. Mouths. On. His. Boyfriend. And Kurt was letting them!

“-Show me your teeth.”

The Warblers stood up simultaneously and took a new formation, each man about two three feet apart, in a diagonal line. The effect was much like a line of pillars going into the distance...and Kurt was...Kurt was...using the first Warbler, Thad, as a fucking stripper pole.

“Got no direction...” he sang, back to Thad, arms outstretched, reaching behind to grasp Thad’s body and then, jesusfuckingchrist he slowly and lithely slid down Thad’s body. What. The. Actual. Fuck. Blaine didn’t know. He just didn’t know how he could take this. He was going to kill Thad. Jeff. All of them. He was...he was going to listen. Kurt had told him to listen.

“...just got my vamp...uhh, uhh.” And Blaine almost DID fly out of his seat then because on those damned “uhs” Kurt bounced on the balls of his feet, thrusting his pelvis out in a way that just about broke Blaine’s cock. He was slowly losing it, he decided. Kurt was trying to kill him.

Kurt continued and, this time on the bites, each Warbler snapped their teeth at Kurt, all of them looking like they actually would bite into his skin if they could. Bastards. All of them. Blaine was done clutching the couch and was now sitting back against it with his arms crossed, tightly gripping each arm so he could stay in place.

Kurt continued down the line of Warblers, giving them each the same treatment, sashaying between each one until-

“I’m gonna love you with my hands tied, show me your teeth.”

At this Kurt stopped in front of Wes, bent at the waist, and, lifting his head to look at Blaine, lifted his hands up and crossed them. He looked straight into Blaine’s eyes and bit his lip while Wes grabbed his hips and mocked thrusting into Kurt.

Blaine had had enough.

He bolted upright and flew from the couch, pausing to grab Kurt’s bag and grab the iPod deck. He threw the deck in the bag, crossed the room to where Kurt stood open mouthed in front of Wes, grabbed his boyfriend’s tie and led him from the room.

“Well,” laughed Wes, “I think that worked!” The room exploded into boyish laughter as Blaine and Kurt’s footsteps echoed down the hall through the open door.