Blaine took a deep breath as he stood outside of the Hummel’s front door. He still didn’t know if Rachel had read the note, or if she’d given it to Kurt yet--he winced to think of what Kurt’s reaction to it would be. Still, he’d already been invited to dinner and Mr. Hummel would probably be disappointed if he didn’t show up. Plus, he liked Sam and it would be good to see him again. And, of course, the chance to see Kurt was never anything Blaine could turn down.

So he took another deep breath and carefully knocked.

There was a long pause before the door was flung open to reveal Kurt. Blaine couldn’t have stopped himself from staring if he’d wanted to.

Kurt was usually a sharp dresser, it was true, but he tended to stay away from suits unless they were required. But this suit fit him exactly, clinging to broad shoulders and tucking it tightly around his trim waist. The dark charcoal color enhanced the pale skin Blaine had admired earlier and his bow-tie - a pale blue-grey color - brought out the extraordinary hue of his eyes. For a long moment, Blaine went breathless at the sight of him.

“Blaine,” Kurt said, his voice flat.

Blaine knew without asking that Kurt had gotten his note. “Kurt, I’m so--” he shook his head, feeling a blush climb up his neck. “I promise you, that note was a mistake. I never meant to send it to you.”

Kurt eyed him, an odd expression on his face. “Follow me,” he said finally, taking Blaine’s hand in his own.�

A shock travelled under Blaine’s skin at Kurt’s touch, and Blaine shivered. Kurt led them into his father’s private library and shut the door behind them. The library was dark and quiet, with only a single lamp lighting the room. The shadows played on Kurt’s sharp features, making him even more impossibly beautiful. Blaine ached to touch him.

“What did you mean by that note?” Kurt asked.

Blaine was blushing again, he could feel it. “I--um--I didn’t mean to send it to you--”

“That’s not what I asked, Blaine,” Kurt told him, tone sharp. “What did you mean by it?”

Blaine, flustered and feeling defensive, snapped, “I don’t think there’s anything unclear about wanting to suck your cock, Kurt.”

Silence. Kurt stared at him and Blaine felt his blush deepen.

“You . . . want me? Like that?” Kurt sounded nonplussed.

Blaine met his eyes evenly, heart beating in his throat. “Yes.”

There was a long pause. Blaine waited for Kurt to condemn him, to yell at him, to throw him out of the house on his ass. But the moments went by and Kurt continued to stare at him, eyes wide and--not horrified. No, his entire face was full of confusion and surprise, but there was no horror there. Slowly, hope began to blossom in Blaine’s chest, a hope that he’d kept buried ever since Kurt had--

“I’m sorry,” he blurted out. Kurt blinked.

“What?”

“For what you saw at Yale,” Blaine explained. He didn’t miss the way Kurt tensed, his eyes narrowing. “It was stupid of Jeremiah and I to do--that in such a public area--”

“Jeremiah?” Kurt asked, so sharply that Blaine jumped. “Is he your--lover?”

Blaine shook his head and Kurt relaxed. “He was the only other boy I found who was--like me. We learned from each other, but we never really got along very well. He’s getting married in a few months, actually.”

Kurt frowned. “But isn’t he--”

“Yes,” Blaine sighed. “But he feels it’s his duty to have children. Kurt, what do you want from me?” he burst out, unable to keep it in anymore. “Why have you dragged me in here?”

Kurt looked away. "Blaine," he said, biting his lip. Blaine, distracted by the sight of it, nearly missed what Kurt said next, "I don't know what to do."�

Blaine stared at him. Was Kurt--

"Kurt, are you blushing?" he asked, moving closer.

Kurt squirmed where he stood, blush deepening. Blaine, enthralled at the sight of it, reached out to touch Kurt's cheek. They both froze at the contact.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered, reaching out and clasping Blaine's wrist. "I don't know what to do." Show me his eyes said.

Blaine moved forward, into Kurt's personal space. Hesitantly, reminding himself that Kurt had probably never done this with a woman, let alone a man, he reached out and tucked his fingers under Kurt's chin. Blaine smothered a wry smile when he realized that he would be the one who would have to lean up to kiss Kurt. Carefully, he perched on his tip-toes, firmly holding Kurt's chin in his fingers, and brushed their mouths together.

Kurt's mouth was soft, open with surprise. Blaine kissed him again and then, unable to stop himself, again. Kurt placed a hand on Blaine's shoulder, his touch light, tentative. Blaine deepened their kiss, emboldened by Kurt's response, hesitant as it was. Kurt's mouth opened, either from shock or--something else, and Blaine grinned as he licked at Kurt's lips, his teeth, the roof of his mouth. He twined their tongues together lazily, grin deepening at the breathy sound Kurt made, then pulled away, taking in Kurt's flushed face and hazy eyes greedily.�

Kurt reached for him before Blaine could move, and they were kissing again. Blaine bit lightly at Kurt's lip, raising an eyebrow at the moan it earned him. Careful to keep his movements slow, he reached for Kurt's waist, drawing him closer until they were flush against one another. Blaine moaned, low in his throat, at the feeling of Kurt's cock through the layers of clothing, hard and warm and so close.�

Kurt gasped and pulled away, his head thrown back. His flush spread to his neck and Blaine couldn't ignore an invitation like that. He nipped lightly underneath Kurt's chin before pressing open-mouthed, wet kisses to his throat, shuddering a little at the sounds Kurt was making - high, breathy moans, whines, Blaine's name--

Blaine, still pressing kisses to Kurt's neck, pushed them backwards until Kurt was sprawled against a bookcase, his legs splayed open. Blaine moved neatly into that space, trapping Kurt there, and moaned loudly when Kurt's cock pressed hot and heavy against his hip.

"Blaine--" Kurt whined, rolling his hips. "Blaine, please--"

Blaine groaned and shifted so that their cocks were aligned through heavy fabric, panting at the sensation of having Kurt rubbing against him, Kurt moaning his name. He rolled his hips, keeping Kurt pinned against the bookcase, smiling a bit at the way Kurt wriggled, desperate for more friction, more pressure, more--

Blaine knew how he felt.

"Can I?" he said, his hand dipping to the button of Kurt's pants.

Kurt hesitated a moment, then nodded, his eyes wide and hazy with arousal. Blaine shivered a bit, then undid Kurt's pants with a neat, practiced motion that came from many college trysts. He dipped his hand into Kurt's pants without further warning, sealing his hand around the hard, warm length of Kurt's cock.

Kurt's knees trembled and Blaine pinned him more securely against the bookcase as he moved his hand, slow and steady at first, lingering over the head, learning the thickness and weight by touch. Kurt's cock was longer than his, and a touch thinner. Blaine wondered for a brief moment what it would feel like in his ass and shivered. That would be for another night, he decided.

"Blaine," Kurt panted into his ear. "Blaine, I want to--"

Blaine jumped in surprise as Kurt's hands fell to his waistband, tugging at his pants. Kurt pressed one of his hands against Blaine's crotch, pressing his cock through the cloth, and Blaine rolled his hips into it, groaning at the pressure.�

"Yes, Kurt, yes--" he said.

Kurt's hand scrambled at the button of his pants, but he couldn't undo it. Kurt hissed under his breath, and Blaine laughed, reaching down with his free hand to undo it himself. Kurt gave him a kiss as thanks, and Blaine grinned. Then Kurt's hands dipped into his pants and Blaine threw his head back with a moan, his hand stuttering as Kurt closed his fingers around Blaine's cock. His touch was soft and unsure.

"Tighter, Kurt," Blaine panted, remembering to move his own hand. "Faster, god, please--"

Kurt bit his lip, eyebrows knotting together in concentration, and then, suddenly, his fingers closed tightly around Blaine's cock. Blaine's hips bucked as Kurt pumped him fast and hard.

"Yes, please--" Blaine moaned.

Kurt dipped his head and captured Blaine's mouth in a kiss as he reached out with his free hand to capture Blaine's, tangling their fingers together. Blaine could feel Kurt's smile and for a moment his heart felt too big for his chest because Kurt was here, with him, willing to be with him--

Blaine broke away from Kurt's mouth, panting as he pressed more closely to Kurt's body. Kurt made a sound of protest.

"Blaine, I can't," he whined, looking aggravated. His hand was twisted at an awkward angle and his grip loosened.

"I want to rub on you," Blaine murmured, leaning close to Kurt's ear. Unable to stop himself, he leaned in and nipped at it. Kurt moaned. "Is that--"

"Yes, yesplease--" Kurt gasped.

Blaine smiled. Reluctantly, he pulled his hand away from Kurt's cock, smiling at Kurt's groan at the loss. He shook his hips until his pants were caught around the knees, pressed against Kurt's body, groaning at the feeling of their cocks rubbing together.

"Blaine, that--" Kurt gasped, his free hand grasping at Blaine's neck, threading through the short hairs on his nape.�

"Yes," Blaine groaned, thrusting a bit and moaning as starts exploded behind his eyes at the friction.�

"Blaine, faster--" Kurt panted, his own hips shifting desperately.�

Blaine kept thrusting, but it wasn't enough, he just wanted--

Blaine tried to shift the angle of his hips, searching for more, and his cock slipped under Kurt's, rubbing at the smooth skin behind his balls, between his ass cheeks. Blaine froze for a moment and looked up at Kurt, who stared at him, blue irises only a ring around huge pupils. Blaine gave an experimental thrust, groaning at the slickness, the feeling of sliding between Kurt's ass cheeks, knowing that changing the angle just a bit would mean sliding into Kurt--

"Blaine," Kurt whispered. "Blaine, please--"

There was a click as the door opened.

Kurt and Blaine froze. Blaine's heart thundered in his chest as he turned, slowly.

Rachel stood there, eyes huge and horrified. Blaine's stared at her, horror spreading throughout his body. Kurt's fingers were gripping his so tightly that his hand was starting to go numb.

"Rachel," Kurt said, his voice hoarse and, God, still aroused. "We'll be in the parlor shortly."

"Kurt--" Rachel said, still full of horror.

"Rachel, please," Kurt said, his voice breaking. "Please, just go in the parlor."

Rachel opened her mouth, looking ready to argue, but then closed it again. She shot a dark look at Blaine and then turned on her heel, storming out of the room.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked, turning Blaine's head so that there were looking at each other. Blaine felt like he was in a state of shock. His arousal had disappeared, and he could feel that Kurt's was slowly doing the same.

"Fuck," Blaine breathed. "Fuck, she'll tell your father--"

Kurt kissed him, light and unsure. "She won't if I ask her not to," he promised.�

Blaine pressed his head against Kurt's shoulder. Kurt's arms draped over his shoulders in a loose hug. Blaine chuckled weakly.�

"As far as first times go, this wasn't the best," he joked weakly.

Kurt's chuckle was all warmth. "You can make up for it next time," he said.�

Blaine pulled away, glancing up at him. "Next time?" he asked hopefully.

Kurt smiled down at him, looking so beautiful it was almost painful. "Next time," he agreed.

-

Rachel's hands shook as she hurried out of the library.

Blaine and Kurt--

Blaine and Kurt--

A violent shake overtook her body as she remembered the scene she'd walked into - Kurt, pinned against a bookcase, Blaine's pants around his knees, thrusting, and Rachel didn't even know how men and women did--did that, but it had looked like Blaine had been, had been-- Rachel shivered.

Blaine had tried to rape her brother.

Kurt didn't want it, Rachel thought with determination. He's not like Blaine, he's not a freak. He can't be. He likes girls, he doesn't like Blaine.

She hurried into the parlor. Everyone was already gathered on the furniture, chatting idly. Jesse was there, as well as Sam and his friend whose name Rachel couldn’t remember. Rachel paused when she saw that Quinn and Brittany had come as well, both looking beautiful in their slim, pale gowns.

Rachel felt a familiar flare of jealousy at the sight of Quinn, who was so beautiful and poised and grown-up. Quinn was nice enough, but Rachel hated her sometimes for being so pretty. Brittany, Quinn’s cousin, didn’t have her delicately symmetical features, but she attracted a lot of male attention all the same. Rachel had always assumed Kurt would marry one of them some day. Her stomach clenched when she remembered that Kurt was--Kurt was--

"Rachel, honey, have you seen Kurt or Blaine?" her mother asked. "Dinner will start soon and we wanted to hear you and Kurt sing beforehand."

For a moment, Rachel wanted to blurt out everything she'd seen, every awful moment of it. But she couldn't. The words wouldn't leave her throat.

"I just saw them," she said instead. "Kurt said they'll be in in a moment."

"We could start with my solo, Mrs. Hummel," Santana said, standing. She was radiant in a red dress.�

"Oh?" her mother asked, looking surprised. "Well, I suppose we could. If you don't mind, darling?" she asked Rachel, smiling softly.

Rachel shook her head. "No, it's fine," she said quietly, taking a seat near Sam, who ruffled her hair.

Santana smiled and moved up to the front of the room. They had a small upright piano tucked away there. Brad, her father's most trusted servant, moved forward to take a seat at it. Both Rachel and Kurt knew how to play the piano, but Brad liked to play accompaniment, so they often let him. Santana gave him a wave, and he started playing. Rachel wanted to remain in her funk, but she couldn't resist the draw of music. She frowned at the opening chords. They sounded oddly familiar . . . .

Santana stepped forward and spread her arms, singing in a low, raspy voice, "Summertime, and the living is easy."

Rachel's jaw dropped. She'd heard the original, of course, and some other artists who'd covered it, but never like this. Santana made it--so unique, especially with her rough-edged voice. Rachel, despite herself, leaned forward with fascination.

"Fish are jumping, and the cotton is high," Santana sang. She stepped forward and her eyes met Rachel's. "Your daddy's rich, and your momma's good-looking. So hush, little baby, and don't you cry."

Santana moved around the room, stopping briefly in front of Brittany. For a moment, her voice, which had started so strong, quivered. It was only when she looked away that she regained her strength. Rachel watched as she moved towards Sam’s friend, singing towards him much more confidently. Rachel frowned as they stared at each other, some strange emotion creeping up her spine. The way Santana and Sam’s friend stared at each other made her shiver with something like uneasiness.

Santana continued to stare at Sam’s friend as her song ended. She only took her eyes off of him when the room erupted in applause, and she dipped into a curtsy, smiling, more bashful than Rachel had ever seen her. Santana went to sit down and just as she reached her seat, Kurt and Blaine hurried into the room.

Rachel’s insides turned to ice. Kurt and Blaine both looked rumpled, and she couldn’t help thinking about how she’d found them, how Blaine had had her brother trapped against the wall--

“Did I miss our duet?” Kurt asked, smiling. Rachel noticed that his smile was a bit strained and fury surged in her. She wouldn’t want to smile either, if she’d been through what he had.�

“No,” she said fiercely, taking his hand and dragging him to the front of the room. “Let’s do it!”

Kurt gave her a strange look but shrugged and turned to face their family with a smile. Rachel kept her eyes locked on Blaine, who had taken a seat by Santana and looked uncomfortable.�

“Forget your troubles,” Kurt started as the music began.

Rachel nearly missed her que, but she hurriedly came in, just over the end of Kurt’s line, “Come on get happy.”

They went on that way for a while, each overlapping the other. Rachel found that she relaxed more and more as the song went on, smiling at Kurt and dancing playfully around the room as they sang. She almost managed to forget Blaine as they came to the end, arms thrown around each other’s shoulders. The room rose and applauded and Rachel felt on top of the world, with her family grinning at her and Kurt’s arm warm around her. Then she saw Blaine, standing with the rest of them, clapping wildly, and her stomach dropped.

“That was wonderful!” her mother said, coming up to them and pressing kisses to their cheeks. “You are going to take Broadway by storm, my dears.”

“You’re too kind, Carole,” Kurt said, still grinning wide and happy.

“Thank you, mother,” Rachel said, though her attention was still focused on Blaine.

There was a pause and Rachel looked up to see her mother regarding her with confusion. She shook it away a moment later. “Well, I think the servants have dinner ready for us.” She turned to the rest of the room. “If everyone’s ready?”

“More than,” Sam’s friend said, smiling as they all stood. “Ms. Berry, Kurt--that was marvelous. And Ms. Lopez, you did a wonderful job as well.”

“I missed Santana’s song?” Kurt asked, moving to her side. “What’d you sing?”

“Summertime,” Santana said. Blaine, coming up on their other side, whistled.

“Good choice,” he said, reaching over to pat her on the elbow. Rachel flinched. “That’s a great song, doll.”

Rachel watched as the threesome moved in front of her, chatting about Porgy and Bess. Her stomach knotted anxiously as she took a deep breath.

“Kurt, I’m going to go to the restroom before dinner,” she called out.

Kurt turned. “Alright, I’ll let Carole know. Be quick, dinner’s starting!”

“And we’re hungry!” Blaine added with a laugh, touching Kurt’s shoulder.

Rachel ran out of the room before she had to look at them any more. She kept replaying what happened in the library in her mind over and over, Kurt’s twisted expression, the way Blaine had him pinned to the wall--

She had to get that letter. It was the only evidence she had to get Blaine out of her house and away from Kurt. She didn’t understand how Kurt could stand to have Blaine in the same room as him.

She hurried into Kurt’s room. She bit her lip, surveying it. She didn’t know where Kurt would keep the letter, if he had. She began searching the dresser, hoping to get lucky. She only had a few minutes before Kurt would come looking for her, so she had to be quick.

She hissed with frustration when she came up with nothing on the dresser. Hurriedly, she went over to Kurt’s nightstand, riffling through the small jewelry box he kept there. Her eyes widened when she came across a folded piece of paper placed on top of Kurt’s various odds and ends. She snatched it up and unfolded it.

Kurt,

Sometimes, in my--

Rachel didn’t bother to read the rest, stuffing it into a pocket of her dress and hurrying out of the room, triumph beating along with her heart. She had it. She resolved to ask her father for a meeting after dinner.

Don’t worry, Kurt, she thought. I’ll save you.

As she hurried down the hall, she noticed an open door and slowed, frowning. She peeked her head in and her frown deepened when she saw a note lying on the bed.