When they returned from the bar, the men settled in the living room and Nick passed around bottles of beer and a glass of wine for Kurt. They began chatting amiably, Kurt sitting on the sofa next to Sam, Sam's arm thrown casually across the top of the couch behind Kurt's shoulder. Pleading exhaustion, Blaine excused himself as soon as possible and escaped to the bedroom. After a quick shower to remove the smoke and sweat from the club, he slipped into his pajama pants and wife beater and crawled under the covers.

Suddenly, he was swept up in a wave of loneliness that put him on the verge of tears. It was crazy. He barely knew Kurt, but the idea that Kurt was likely to spend the night with Sam instead of him tore at his heart. He sniffed back tears he had no reason to cry. Sebastian was right. Blaine couldn't bear to be alone. It probably explained why he fell for Sebastian in the first place, even though they had almost nothing in common, and most of the time Blaine found him smarmy and cold. It definitely explained why Blaine and Sebastian had stayed together for nearly six years—it explained why Blaine insisted that he loved Sebastian, even though he honestly didn't like him very much.

Kurt was different. Blaine liked Kurt. He was fascinated by Kurt. Of course, just because Blaine felt that way didn't mean that Kurt reciprocated those feelings. He thought back to the morning, when he awoke to find Kurt running a hand over his side, and the boutique when Kurt had pulled him close, and earlier that evening when Kurt wanted to take him from the club to…what? Kurt was casually sexual; Blaine was not. Those actions meant something to Blaine, but they probably meant nothing to Kurt. All the men had hinted that Kurt was kind of slutty. But surely a man who could have any guy would have no interest in plain, uninteresting Blaine.

Blaine pulled his knees up to his chest. He felt so cold and alone, even though he could hear the men laughing in the next room.

Then the door opened quietly and Kurt whispered, “Blaine, are you awake?”

“Yeah.” Blaine cleared his throat, “Yes.”

“Okay. Let me grab some stuff and I'll shower.”

“Okay.” Blaine switched on the bedside lamp so that Kurt could find his toiletries and towel. Kurt would shower and then trundle off to Sam's room, and Blaine would lie in bed and pray for the earth to swallow him whole. Blaine switched the light back off when Kurt left the room.

But Kurt didn't go to Sam. Soon after Blaine heard the shower end, Kurt was back and slipping under the covers, emitting a “Brrrrr” from the cold. To Blaine's surprise, it was Kurt this time who wrapped his arms around Blaine, pulling him close and shivering from the change of temperature from the icy air to Blaine's body heat under the covers.

“Don't you want to be with Sam?” Blaine asked quietly, once Kurt had settled in.

“We talked; you heard us. But now everyone's going to bed pretty soon.”

“Yeah, but I mean…I thought you'd want to sleep with him.”

Kurt sat half-upright, “Why would I want…oh, God, Blaine…” Kurt began laughing too hard to continue. Blaine rolled over to face Kurt and peered at him through the darkness. In the dim light he could make out Kurt wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes. Kurt put a hand on Blaine's arm and visibly worked to quit giggling, “Sam's straight, Blaine. They all are.”

“They…all?”

“Uh huh.”

“But-but-but they're so…”

“I know. Sam, Ryder and I went to the same high school. Sam's always been pretty open. When he first came to the school, I asked him to sing a duet with me in Glee Club, and he agreed to it right away, even though he was a quarterback on the football team. He would have done it, too, but Finn explained what would happen. Then later his folks had some money trouble and he worked as a stripper in a gay club. I don't think he ever really saw a big difference between gay or straight beyond what happens in the bedroom. Actually, now that I think about it, he never saw differences in race or mental abilities or anything like that. He's probably the most open guy I know. But he's definitely straight.

“Ryder was more…heteronormal…in high school. But when Sam went to New York and started modeling, and then Ryder did, too, they were surrounded by gay men, and Ryder, at least, learned to adjust. Nick and David went to a private school that just didn't have the same level of homophobia as my high school. But, yeah, after all that time in New York's fashion industry surrounded by more gay men than straight, I think they've pretty much all forgotten how straight men are supposed to act around other men. I can see why someone would think…you know. Fortunately, they all also have girlfriends who are pretty cool about everything.”

“They have girlfriends?”

“They're attractive, successful men, Blaine. Of course they have girlfriends.”

“Yeah, I guess…” Blaine's voice trailed off.

“But why would you think I wanted to sleep with Sam? Even if he was gay, I thought I made it pretty clear at the club who I wanted to spend the night with,” with that, Kurt grabbed Blaine by the hips and pulled him closer so that Blaine's body was full length against Kurt's and Kurt's lips were centimeters from Blaine's.

“Well…I…I mean, I didn't know those guys were straight, and I can't compete with them.”

“I don't know what youre talking about,” Kurt spoke low, and Blaine felt Kurt's warm breath on his lips, “but I'm pretty sure there's no competition.”

With that, Kurt covered Blaine's lips with his own.

It took Blaine a moment to realize that Kurt was kissing him. For a fleeting second he considered withdrawing, but it felt amazing, and he wanted it so much. So, instead of ending the kiss he went deeper, sliding a hand up Kurt's arm and moving his own mouth under Kurt's.

When Kurt's lips parted slightly to gasp, Blaine took the advantage, rolling slightly on top of Kurt and plundering Kurt's mouth with his tongue, tasting toothpaste and alcohol and something indefinably Kurt.

When they finally parted to gasp for air, Kurt breathed, “I want you so much.”

Then Blaine did freeze. “I…why?”

Kurt chuckled and rolled them both so that he was now on top of Blaine. He trailed his lips down the smooth flesh behind Blaine's ear and down his neck, raising goose flesh. Blaine moaned and rolled his head back, exposing more of his neck to Kurt's wandering mouth.

Blaine thought he should stop. He wasn't a one night stand kind of guy. In fact, he'd only ever slept with one man, and the idea of Kurt seeing him and touching him and finding him…lacking…was too frightening to contemplate. On the other hand, it just felt so damn good that Blaine didn't think he could stop no matter what. Well, maybe he'd just go with it a little longer. He could stop later.

Kurt slid his hands down and found the hem of Blaine's wife beater. As he pulled it up and off of Blaine, his hands grazed the hot flesh of Blaine's chest, and Blaine cried out at the wonder of it. He didn't remember the last time he had been this turned on. Maybe never. When Kurt pushed back and looked at Blaine's chest in the moonlight from the window and then muttered, “You are so fucking beautiful,” Blaine thought he might die of happiness.

Blaine got his own fingers under Kurt's shirt and pulled it off, reveling in the glow of Kurt's skin in the pale light. Blaine trailed his fingers upward, and his thumbs caught on Kurt's nipples, eliciting a sharp gasp from Kurt. Blaine used his thumbnails to drag over the nubs, and Kurt cried out, “Blaine!”

Then Kurt had his mouth back and hot on Blaine's and their bare chests rubbed together in the blissful friction of silk on fur. Kurt moved so that his cock fitted next to Blaine's, both men painfully erect and feeling the other through their clothes. Kurt shifted up slightly so that his cock slid up the length of Blaine's, and Blaine lost himself for a moment in the frisson of delight pressing warm and low in his belly.

Blaine's thumbs went to the waistband of Kurt's pajama pants and Kurt stilled for a moment. “Wait. Do you have anything?”

Blaine was confused by the question. Then it dawned on him. “No. When I packed I wasn't thinking…”

“Shit!” Kurt cussed. “I was just driving, I wasn't planning…Shit, shit, shit!”

Blaine fell back on the bed, dismayed, “What about the guys…?”

Kurt shook his head, “They're straight. They'll have condoms, but they won't have lube.”

Blaine made a noise low in his throat that sounded like a growl. Despite how it was portrayed in porn, there was no good substitute for lube. Everything else just hurt. He had learned that the hard way from that son-of-a-bitch Sebastian.

Kurt was perfectly still for a moment. “Fuck it,” he finally pronounced, and in one smooth movement, he had Blaine's pajamas down, and Blaine's length was engulfed in Kurt's hot, soft mouth. Blaine nearly came off the bed with the shock and pleasure of it. And Kurt was good. He slipped one hand under Blaine's testicles where he could squeeze under them lightly. His other hand worked at the base of Blaine's cock, pulling up to fill the space when his lips slid up and down. His tongue worked patterns up, over, and around Blaine's head, making it impossible for Blaine to keep his hips still. Blaine's head pushed back on his pillow, arching his neck back and moaning embarrassingly loudly.

The men in the other room were suddenly very quiet, but neither Kurt nor Blaine registered it, so lost they were in the feel of each other.

Blaine worked his fingers into Kurt's hair with one hand, tugging at the scalp and making Kurt hum with pleasure. His other hand squeezed fingerprint bruises into Kurt's shoulder. He fucked into Kurt's mouth with his hips, as Kurt continued to squeeze, pump, and suck with a shocking display of dexterity. A small part of Blaine's mind registered that he should probably take notes, because he would never have enough practice to be this good.

Then, suddenly, Blaine's orgasm crashed over him, flashing white and black behind his eyes as he pumped into Kurt who stilled his mouth over Blaine's cock and sucked harder. It felt like the life was being pulled from Blaine, and he willingly let it flow from him. He let out a shout and barely registered some cheering from the next room. He'd never come that hard or for that long.

When Blaine began to return to Earth, his body twitched like a car with a bad carburetor, spasming periodically as small aftershocks shook through him.

Kurt pulled off of Blaine and swallowed, mindful of Blaine's hypersensitivity. He snuggled down beside Blaine and nuzzled behind his ear, peppering Blaine's neck with soft kisses.

“I'll get you…in a moment…” Blaine managed to murmur as exhaustion and afterglow washed over him.

“Shhhhh,” Kurt whispered. “Im good.  Go to sleep. I wanted do to this for you.”

“Mmmmm,” Blaine mumbled.

Then the door opened and David stuck his head in. “So, we're all going to go to bed now and jerk off. Thanks for that, Hot Stuff.”

Kurt shot David the bird and threw a pillow at David's head, but it bounced off the closing door. Then Kurt pulled an already sleeping Blaine back into his arms and settled down to sleep, surprisingly contented for a man with a raging hard-on.