Chapter 11: Nothing More

"Blaine," Kurt softly whispered and patted the arm wrapped around his waist, "You're doing it again." The snoring boy unconsciously tightened his hold on the pale boy and rubbed his face against Kurt's chest. "Blaine," Kurt tried again and pushed a little harder on Blaine's shoulder, "Blaine, you need to let me go." The dark haired boy still would not wake up.

When Kurt suggested that he and Blaine share a bed, he meant it with the most innocent and pure of intentions. Had Kurt known that Blaine loved to snuggle and snore on top of it, then he may have held back his offer. Blaine's constant clinginess was not the only thing keeping Kurt awake. After Sebastian turned the lights off for the night Blaine whined about being afraid of the dark. Sebastian suggested that Blaine sleep elsewhere. Kurt mediated that they leave the window curtains open and allow the full moon light in. In hindsight that was also a bad idea. The dorm room was brighter than expected.

Kurt lifted his head and glanced over at Sebastian's side of the room. It was difficult to tell whether or not the green eyed boy was awake. The older boy's back was against them and a pillow was lying over his head.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered a little louder and pushed against Blaine's shoulder with greater force. "You need to let go."

"Ugh?" Blaine lazily and confusingly moaned. "Kurt? What are you doing in my bed?" Blaine's hazel eyes stared at Kurt as if the pale boy had two heads. "Why do I keep waking up with you in my bed?"

As if Blaine was child, Kurt lifted the numb olive tone arm off of his waist. "Because I keep waking you up," Kurt answered. "Go back to your side of the bed and sleep there."

The dark haired boy only smacked his parted lips and grumbled into a snore. "It's okay. I'll let you stay."

"That's not what I meant." Kurt rolled his eyes and kept his voice low enough not to wake up Sebastian. Blaine returned to snoring. "Blaine, can you please move over?"

The sleeping boy muttered between his loud snorting, "Why are there monkeys in the kitchen?"

"What are you talking about?" Kurt puzzled.

Blaine lazily returned his arm back to Kurt's waist. "Don't let them bake a white cake. I only eat chocolate cake with vanilla frosting."

Kurt bit both of his lips in effort to stop himself from bursting out laughing.

"The tall monkey didn't wash his hands after picking his flies, but the cake should still be good."

A giggle slipped out of Kurt. "Do you normally dream about monkeys and cake?"

"Now the ducks are here." Blaine wrapped one of his legs over Kurt. "I don't like the way the ducks are looking at me."

"Blaine, please wake up." Kurt glanced over at Sebastian. Sebastian still looked like he was sound of sleep. Sebastian, unlike his brother, did not snore or sleep talk. "You need to talk softer or you'll wake up your brother."

"Oh no," the leg unwrapped itself off of Kurt, "The cats are eating my cake."

The little control Kurt had over his laughing flew out the window, "Blaine, you need to stop!"

Kurt's laughter and scream did not awake up the intended audience, but Sebastian jumped a few inches off his bed.

"What's going on? Shit, are you guys having sex?" The pillow that was lying covering Sebastian's head now rested on the floor.

"No!" Kurt frantically shook his head. The older boy turned on the lamp next to his bed and stumbled out of bed. "It's your brother. He won't let me go and he won't wake up."

Sebastian narrowed his green eyes towards his sleeping and ignorant brother who was snoring next to Kurt. "Blaine!" Sebastian clapped his hands. "Blaine!"

Still Blaine would not awake up. If anything his snoring loudened.

The older boy was not amused, but he did know the best way to wake Blaine up...well the second to the best. "Blaine! Billy's ghost is coming for you!"

"What!" Blaine screamed and kicked the bed covers off of him and Kurt. "Don't let him get me!"

"Great Sebastian," Kurt scolded and waved his hands in the air. "It took us two hours to put him to sleep. Now we're going to have to do it again." The pale boy spoke as if he and Sebastian were married and Blaine was their child.

Sebastian played the role of the less maternal parent. "You coddled him too much. We should have sent him back to his room. It may have taken Blaine two hours to fall asleep, but it's two in the morning and I haven't slept at all." Sebastian stomped towards the window. "I'm going to close the curtain, kick Blaine out of our room and we're going to get some actual sleep."

Kurt watched Blaine. "We can't just kick him out. For goodness sake look at him," Kurt pointed towards the dark haired boy.

Blaine was too caught up in his own world to notice his surroundings. "Where is there a ghost?" Blaine's sleepy eyes scanned the room. His messy hair and wrinkled pajama's went unnoticed.

"Shit Blaine," Sebastian ran his fingers through his air. "Why won't you wake up?"

"I'm trying," the younger brother complained, "Stop yelling at me. I was sleeping and all of a sudden you started screaming at me." Blaine leaned against the wall and hugged his stomach. "I skipped dinner. I'm kind of hungry."

Kurt smirked and wrapped his blankets around his cold legs. "Would you like some chocolate cake?"

The two brothers gave the pale boy a confused expression.

"Why would I want cake?" Blaine asked. The memory of his strange dream was completely forgotten.

"On no reason, it just a guess," Kurt smirked.

"I don't have patients for this." Sebastian barked. "Blaine, you need to go. You are impossible to live with. You snore. You're afraid of the dark and the shadows from the light. Just go to your room and fight your fear against Billy the ghost."

Blaine paled and stared at Kurt for support.

"Maybe one of us could sleep in Blaine's room. Do you want to go to his room and he can have your bed?"

Blaine happily agreed to the idea.

Sebastian stared at Kurt and Blaine's messy sleepy hair and the two unmade beds. He did not want to leave the two boys alone. What if he missed something? Or more importantly, what if no one missed him?

"Everyone needs to sleep in their own beds." Sebastian snapped his fingers as if Blaine was a dog. "Blaine, go to bed."

"Guys, it is really late." Kurt exhaustively cried. "I'm really tired. I don't care where I sleep, as long as I can get some sleep before the end of the night." Blaine looked embarrassed. "Blaine do you want my bed and I'll go to your room."

That comment woke Blaine up. "Sure, we can both go to my room."

"No!" Kurt and Sebastian interjected, but Kurt kept talking. "It is decided. I'm going to Blaine's room and Blaine you're staying in here."

Kurt ordered and grabbed his pillow and slipped into his night slippers. "I haven't slept at all and I need my beauty sleep." The brothers froze at Kurt's decision. "I will see you guys in the morning."

Without farther words, Kurt grabbed Blaine's dorm keys and closed the door.

The awkward silence between Blaine and Sebastian was short lived.

"What kind of game are you playing at?" Sebastian demanded.

"At least I got him in my bed. Now I just need to figure out how to get myself in it."

"Shut up and go to sleep." Sebastian turned off the lights. "Some of us haven't been able to sleep." The new darkness caused a whimper to leave Blaine. "Oh, stop being a brat. Kurt isn't here to baby you anymore."

...

Kurt was confused when he woke up. Instead of waking up on his soft and familiar cream color sheets, he was lying in a cocoon of silky green sheets. To add to Kurt's confusion, the bed smelt different and the alarm clock was ringing at the wrong time. He set his clock to ring at seven-thirty. This clock was ringing at five-thirty.

"Ugh?" The pale boy slid towards the clock and turned it off. "Where am I?"

The more Kurt woke up, then the more details he remembered from the previous night. He had switched beds with Blaine Anderson. The question as to why he suggested this idea lingered in his mind.

"This was a terrible idea."

Even though it was acknowledge to being a horrible idea, Kurt fell back to sleep. He barely slept at all last night and he still had another two hours of allotted sleep.

Forty minutes of peaceful sleep passed until a frantic knock began pounding on the dorm room door.

"Can't I just sleep?" Kurt demanded, however the anger was short lived. Blaine had earlier classes than him, and Blaine was probably in desperate need for his uniform.

The knock remained beating at the door.

The pale boy stumbled out of bed. His entire body felt stiff and exhaustive. "I'm coming!"

The knocking suddenly stopped after Kurt yelled. Kurt's voice may have been dry and scratchy, but it was still recognizable as his own voice.

"I hope you're not mad that I dictated where we all slept last night," Kurt began when he started opening the dorm room door. After the door fully opened Kurt realized that Blaine was not the unanticipated guest.

"Who the hell are you? What are you doing in Blaine room?" A brown haired boy in gym clothes demanded. Kurt recognized the boy's face, but not his name. "And what did you dictate last night? I know for a fact that Blaine likes to be in control."

The other's boy's implication caused Kurt to blush. "Oh, it's not like that. He is sleeping in my bed. I was there for a while, but with him and Sebastian, it got too loud. So, I came here instead." In immediate hindsight Kurt realized that he could have worded his answer better.

"Let me get this straight. You're not only whoring yourself out tomyman, but your also sleeping with both brothers. What kind of sick threesome incest are you spreading to Blaine?" Kurt eyebrows rose in surprise from the unexpected insult. "I know that you're the poor scholarship kid, but I did not realize that you were also the school tramp. Tell me," The other boy advance closer to Kurt. "Is that how you got your scholarship, by bending over for the dean?"

"What? No!"

A knowing smile crossed the boy's face. "I read that pathetic article about you, the article where you discuss the importance of virginity. What a bunch of crock. You're not a virgin, you're a slut."

Kurt frowned and straightened his posture in a civilized manner. "How dare you talk that way to me? Who do you think you are?"

The other boy crossed his arms and stepped back. "I'm Thad Hawthorne, also known as Blaine's boyfriend and the future Thad Anderson."

The memory of the dark haired boy snuggling into him less than three hours ago flooded into Kurt's worried conscience. "I didn't know Blaine had a boyfriend."

Thad crunched his bushy eyebrows together. "Now you know he is taken. Back off my man. I'm not stupid. I know Blaine likes to fool around. However, when the day is done, I'm the one he always comes back to. He wants a real man, not some..." The other boy waved his hand dismissingly at Kurt, "Twink with baby fat cheeks and thin arms." To emphasize his point Thad flexed his muscles. "Yeah, he wants a real man who gives him what he needs."

"What do you want?" Kurt crossed his arm and demanded.

Thad played an innocent face. "I know you can't understand this concept, but I don't always think about my needs." Kurt glared and Thad smirked. "I'm here for Blaine's needs, which just so happen to be my needs too. So, how about you get that trampy little ass out of my way, hmm?"

Kurt really wished he was wearing something other than his winter pajamas with large snowflakes on it. "Really? I would not have pinned you down as someone who is capable of appreciating someone else needs. Or are we just discussing the physical needs? I'm pretty sure any sane human needs a mental break from you."

"Now that you mention it," Thad's brown eyes lit up with a particular sweet memory. "Blaine likes to pin me down and when he pins me down I'm not wearing anything."

Kurt's pajama's felt like they were burning his skin. "The more you talk, then the more I feel embarrassed for you.IfBlaine was here andifhe wanted to see you, then I think he would have made his presence known. Just go away now."

"Every morning Blaine and I go to the gym together. We both like watching the other sweat and afterwards we fool around in the showers." Thad winked and seductively moved his hips, "If you get what I mean."

"I got it," Kurt growled to the unwelcomed guest. "Blaine's not here. The next time I see him then I'll tell him you stopped by. Does that sound alright?"

"Is Blaine really not here?" Thad question, "You must have been terrible in bed, if Blaine felt the need to kick himself out of his own room." A sinister laugh left Thad, "I know Blaine is not the cuddle type, but he had never actually kicked me out of bed before. I'm starting to feel sorry for you."

Kurt likes to pride himself for his mild temper with a high threshold, but the combination of Thad's insult and cheeky grin tipped his angry to a new level. Kurt did not need hindsight to recognize this was a bad idea. However he did not care. Kurt wanted Thad gone.

"I am no one's whore, and I know for a fact that Blaine loves to cuddle." Thad paled and then turned red. "You are allowed to interpret that as you want."

"How dare you!" Thad formed fists with in hands. "Blaine and Sebastian are going to eat you up alive. I can see how you captured their attentions. You have this feisty little temper that they can toy with and poor person desperation as a bonus. Once they realize you're a cranky bore, they will toss you like yesterday's newspaper. You will be left alone with questionable virtue and undeserved pity."

Blue eyes turned a hot shade of red.

Thad continued, "You are not Blaine and Sebastian's type. I wouldn't be surprised if they were just playing you. In this school, they are the Greek gods who live on Olympus and everyone else are mere mortals. They divided everyone into two groups. Those who they want to play with," Thad pointed to himself. "And who they want to play on," the boy narrowed his focused on Kurt's face. "You are nothing more than a game, a joke really."

Kurt did not want to believe what Thad was saying, but Thad's statements did answer some questions. Why would wealthy and handsome brother's show would interest in him? Why did it feel like everyone in the school was keeping score of his interactions with Blaine and Sebastian? And why was Nick completely opposed of his new friendships?

"I'll go now and leave you to think about what I said." Thad backed away from Kurt. "If you don't believe me, then ask around. I'm sure your sweet little cousin could tell you a story of what it's like to be played on by the gods."

"Get away from me." Kurt ordered.

"I'm glad to see that my message has been received." Thad winked and marched his muscular body away.

...

The morning in the Smyth and Hummel dorm room began on a much different note then in the Anderson dorm room. Instead of starting the day at five-thirty in the morning for his wake up and get up, Blaine blinked his hazel eyes open at the late hour of seven-thirty.

"Ugh," Blaine whined and dragged his arm to the alarm clock. "I hate that sound!"

"Oh, good you're awake." Sebastian purred next to his brother.

The dark haired boy jumped when he heard his brother's voice. "Why aren't you in your own bed?"

The green eyed boy shrugged his shoulders and stretched his arms and legs. "I'm doing a little experiment. That is all."

"What kind of experiment? Oh, let me guess? Was the experiment to see if I would sleep hump you, while thinking you were someone else? Did you want to give me a special wakeup call?"

Sebastian smirked at the idea. "Is that what you would like? Are you suggesting that we toss this game and justhandout our prizes now?"

Hazel eyes carefully analyzed his brother's seriousness. "What's gotten into you this morning? Did you finally realize I'm winning and now you're starting to panic?"

Sebastian rolled onto his side and moved his body closer to Blaine's, "You may have loosened a buckle on Kurt' pants last night with your pathetic 'I'm so scared' act." Green eyes rolled, "I will admit. You did well. You made Kurt believe that you need him. Plus you play a cute cuddly puppy that just melts everyone's heart." Sebastian held his hand up to his heart. "Everyone knows that you don't cuddle."

Blaine sat up and rested his back against the headboard. "I don't cuddle."

"Yes you do." Sebastian gingerly placed his hand over Blaine's abs. "Or at least you cuddle with Kurt. Why him? Or were you simply acting?"

"I didn't cuddle with Kurt, because I don't cuddle at all." Blaine barked in justification. "You're the one who is acting. Remember the time you saw a spider in this dorm room and freaked out." Sebastian flinched at the memory. "You're terrified of spiders. I at least play along with you and pretend that I believe otherwise." Blaine added, "I don't cuddle, snuggle or spoon. I do two things in bed: sleep and...not sleep."

"It was a big spider," Sebastian whispered.

"They're all big to you." Blaine mocked. "And what do you care if I snuggle?"

Sebastian rolled his body over Blaine and rested between his brother's legs. The feeling of their sexes brushing against each other did not go unnoticed.

"After Kurt left I snuck into this bed. I wanted to see if you would cuddle with me like you did with Kurt. You didn't."

The dark haired boy loudly laughed. "Are you jealous of Kurt?" Sebastian remained silent. "Listen, Sebastian, your my brother and friend. You have no reason to be jealous of Kurt. Kurt is a fleeting game which ends with a good lay for one of us and no hard feelings...for us anyway. For all I know, Kurt may turn into another emotional disaster that I like to call Nick or Thad."

Both brothers laughed.

"Oh poor Nick." Sebastian teased. "I wish we could bride or blackmail Jeff into sleeping with him. That would be good for Nick and especially fun for us to watch."

Blaine stared down as his brother. "Do you mean to watch the courtship or the actual sex? Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against a little voyeurism."

"Both, obviously," Sebastian smirked.

"Oh, please excuse me dear brother. I don't know what I was thinking."

"I do," the older brother straddled the younger. "You want to remind each other of the rules of the game."

Blaine remained silent and still. He did not know what his brother had planned, and he wanted to find out.

"When I win this game, I get this body once and for all. I will be able to experience all that you have to offer." The two sets of eyes dilated and their sexes stiffened. "We never sealed the deal before. I want you to kiss me."

Blaine hands loosened their hold around Sebastian's waist. "What?"

The brother may have done things that siblings should not do, but kissing was not one of them.

"You heard me. I want you to kiss me. What better place to kiss than on the virginal bed that we're both trying to deflower."

"What has gotten into you?" Blaine asked. "Are you really that jealous of Kurt?"

Sebastian leaned his face forward, but the brothers did not kiss. "Kurt is nice, funny and you cuddle with him. You say that he won't change the fact that we're brothers, but I don't like the way he makes you act."

"Because of one act of cuddling," the younger boy mocked.

"No," Sebastian whined, "Because you act different around him. You get embarrassed around him. You stumble over your words. You're not your 'cool player self.' Are you starting to like him?"

"Kurt is hot, we both agreed to that. That is where the emotional line is drawn." Blaine assured. "If anything, I should be the one who is jealous. You don't text me as often, you don't come to my dorm as frequent. I don't know if you want to call the game off because of me or Kurt."

Sebastian did not argue. "Kurt is fun to hang out with, but you're the one I want."

"I agree. Kurt will be a fun fling to play with. Who knows, he could make a great friend with benefits. How would you feel about sharing him?"

The older brother silently questioned what Blaine meant by 'share.' Would they share Kurt together or alone? He would find out later.

"Nothing more," the older asked.

"Nothing more," the younger confirmed.

"Good, I guess we are both worrying over nothing." Sebastian moved his hips and Blaine rocked into them. "Now kiss me and prove me right."

The younger boy did not need to hear the other again. With the release of several years of buildup sexual tension, Blaine and Sebastian hungrily and greedily covered their lips together. Other than the removal of shirts, the brother's hands did not travel further.