Chapter 5: Games and Fun

The curtains were shut, but the morning light was still blinding. The only people who were not ostracized in their own headaches were Sebastian, Blaine and Nick. When Blaine woke up his hands were free and the headphones and blindfold were gone. Curled up in a ball next to him slept Sebastian with messy hair. Blaine noticed that Sebastian was missing his socks, but the oddity was quickly forgotten when Blaine remember what happened last night. Sebastian had given him a blow job. Blaine's cheeks did not to blush at the thought. Instead he frowned. How had that happened? How could he have allowed that to happen? Blaine did not regret any part of the oral experience, how could he? It was fantastic. His frown was drawn up from surprise of his own shamelessness and confusion over whether or not he should return the favor.

Blaine sat up and folded his body so he was setting on his knees. Blaine just stared at Sebastian sleeping soundly. It would be so easy for him to crawl to Sebastian, lower the elder's jeans and give him an enthusiastic wake up. Maybe if Blaine was blindfolded or Sebastian was wearing a mask Blaine's shamelessness would return. However, without the veil of mystery, shame was heavy and too herculean to move.

Almost as if Sebastian was wake and listening to Blaine's internal monologue Sebastian uncurled and rolled onto his back and hugged a pillow over his chest and face.

Blaine weight of shame lifted and the frown on his face transition to a wicked smirked. Unfazed that he was in someone else's house and on someone else's bed, Blaine stopped thinking and crawled towards his brother.

The pants button was easy to undo. Blaine had never seen Sebastian's sex, but he seen plenty of other people's. How different could it be?

"What are you doing?" Sebastian asked. His voice was dry and sleepy.

Blaine froze when he heard Sebastian's voice. The pillow covering Sebastian's face was gone and a streak of sunlight was shining on the elder's face. The mystery had vanished and it took Blaine's shameless with it.

"You're always telling me that I don't have manners." Blaine did not move his hands on Sebastian's pants. "I didn't know if you wanted me to return thefavoryou gave me last night?"

Sebastian stared confusingly at his brother, and then he remembered his prank. "Awe I see," the older smirked. "Did you enjoy the mouth play last night?" Blaine nodded his head honestly. A similar feeling of guilt and disappointment consumed Sebastian, guilt that he tricked Blaine and disappointment that he did not in fact do it.

In Blaine's mind they had oral sex. The truth of the matter is they didn't. However memories make history and if Blaine believes it to be true, does that make it real? In Sebastian's mind the thought of having had sex with Blaine was not foreign or uncomfortable, but the notion of having or about to have sex with Blaine was unnerving. It was clear who was holding the cards. With one word Sebastian could experience one of the fantasies he always dream about, or he could do what he does best with Blaine - tease.

"Well, dear Blaine, if you want to show good manners you should return thefavor."Blaine tugged Sebastian's pants down and played with the waist pant of his underwear. "Oh?" Sebastian tried to act surprise, but it may or may not have sounded more like an aroused moan. "Do you want to warm up on me first? I don't mind."

Blaine stilled and stared at Sebastian. "What?"

Sebastian rolled his chin into this right shoulder, trying to make himself look innocent. "I didn't blow you off."

"What?" Blaine repeated angrily, albeit mildly relieved.

"It was the trust game and I wanted you to have a good blow job." Sebastian batted his eyes. Blaine was still hovering over him. "So I got the boy who you said has a talented mouth to take care of you."

Blaine stopped breathing for a minute and his vision was temporary lost. Thad Hawthorne had his hands on him and his mouth around him last night. Blaine tried not to gag at the thought.

"What is your problem?" Blaine snapped and pulled himself away from his brother.

"What? You're not mad, are you?" Sebastian pushed himself and leaned back on his elbows. "Tell me you didn't enjoy it?"

"Shut up."

"It must have been good if you wanted to return the favor." Sebastian laughed, "What were you planning to doing with me?"

"I have to go shower and throw salt at Thad and hope he stays away." Blaine stomped towards the bedroom door. "Oh, any by the way, if you were smart, then you would have told me the truthafterI did want I planned on doing." Blaine emphasized his words.

Sebastian smiled. He knew Blaine could not stay mad at him for long.

...

The brothers did not arrive back to Dalton until eleven. After that they cleaned themselves up, ate lunch and bought their textbooks, they decided that the remainder of the day would be enjoyed in Blaine's dorm behind closed curtains and with movies and a bowel of popcorn. First they watched Blaine's choice - the 1960's horror film, "Rosemary's Baby." After which they started Sebastian's 1970's "Eugenie."

"This movie would have been better it was called 'Eugene.' I wouldn't mind some guy on guy action." Sebastian commended in between bites of popcorn. His back was against the bed headboard.

"There is such a thing. It's called porn." Blaine was snuggled in his thick hoodie and sweatpants.

"A movie filmed in the 70's comes across as less tacky than porn in the middle of the afternoon." Sebastian reasoned.

Blaine laughed, "Than I agree 'Eugene' would have been a better idea."

"Speaking of a better idea..." Before Sebastian could continue their banter his cell phone.

"Ugh, tell Wes we agreed to have the 'impromptu' concert tomorrow and I'm doing Katy Perry whether he likes it or not." Blaine complained. The phone buzzed again. "It is almost like he heard me." Blaine laughed, yet mildly serious. The phone buzzed a third time. "Good grief. Is Wes writing a novel?"

Sebastian laughed and reached for black cell phone. It was a number Sebastian did not recognize.

"Do you know this number?" Sebastian repeated the number to Blaine.

"I have never seen it. What does it say?" Blaine turned off the volume of the movie.

"It says," Sebastian paused confusedly. "It says,Sorry Santa, it took longer than I expected to escape Berry in her reindeer sweater." Sebastian paused to open the next part of the text, "I'm not sure when I'll be back in town to get your present,but if it's coming from you, then I probably don't want it.'" Sebastian finished reading.

Blaine started laughing. "What the hell?" Sebastian did not respond to Blaine. "What are you doing? Are you texting back? What are you saying?" Blaine scooted to his brother to see what Sebastian was writing. "Are you really going to send,why don't you want Santa's present? Have you been a bad boy?"Blaine paled, "You cannot send that!"

"Too late." Sebastian failed to keep a straight face and tossed the phone to the foot of the bed.

"How could you do that?" Blaine laughed, "You have no idea who sent that message. It could have been a kid."

The phone immediately beeped and a second beep followed.

"What does Santa's little helper say this time?" Blaine played along.

Sebastian reached towards his feet to retrieve the silver object. The phone beeped a third time. "Very cute Santa, but thanks for not calling me Your Elfie like you did last Christmas."The phone buzzed in Sebastian's hand."I'm so sorry you're not Santana. Wes gave me your cell phone number yesterday. I didn't mean to select your name. The names Santana and Sebastian look similar if you're not paying attention."

"Why did Wes give out your cell phone number?" Blaine demanded.

Sebastian shrugged and the phone beeped again. "Oh, in case you're wondering, I'm Kurt."

"If he your roommate?" Blaine laughed. "He better be cute if he hopes to redeem himself a place on your bed."

Another message beeped upon arrival. "Kurt as in Kurt Hummel your roommate. Sorry this is not how I had hoped to introduce myself. Anyway, hello."Sebastian smirked, "I think he sounds kind of cute."

Silence fell between the bothers as they distracted themselves with their electronically devices. For Sebastian it was the composition of his next text which read, "So you don't have special pull at the North Pole? It's okay; I always prefer to journey south of the equator and play at the South Pole."Unlike Kurt's previous and immediate replies, Kurt did not respond right away and when he did it was on a different topic."I'll be at Dalton soon."

"This kid either has no sense of humor or he is a complete bore." Sebastian mumbled. Blaine remained silent and continued to type on his laptop. "He didn't like my south pole joke. He probably has it shoved up his..."

"Tut-tut," Blaine interrupted, his face was illuminated by the computer screen and his eyebrows cast a sinister shadow across his face. "You may say bore, but I say prude; and I don't think your dear prude would appreciate such foul language." Sebastian raised his eyes brows. Blaine smiled and dramatically traveled his gaze from his brother to the computer scene. "Kurt Hummel: Winner of the Scott Henderson Scholarship."

Blaine turned his computer to the side and Sebastian scooted slower to his brother. "I get stuck with the Scholarship kid?" Sebastian whined. "Bring out the antifungal cream. I'm going to need it to get my own room and to clean myself from all his poor people fungus."

Blaine laughed. "I don't know what to say next?" The younger brother pushed the older off him and hid his screen. "What would interest you more: the fact that I stole your prescription or the fact that there is a web link to a picture and article about one Mr. Kurt Hummel?"

"You didn't." Sebastian demanded. "You stole my cream. Why would you do that?"

Blaine laughed, "This is payback, not for me but payback for Jeff." Sebastian rolled onto his back and drummed his fingers on his stomach. He knew where Blaine's conversation was going. "This morning when you were cleaning up, I heard Jeff complaining about how sore his rear is." Blaine and Sebastian smirked together. "There is only one plausible explanation for a straight boy having a sore ass and you waking up without socks and having messy hair."

"What was I supposed to do? I'm hot, he's hot, we were both horny and who knows when I'd get another chance to check Mr. Five on my 'who I want to fuck list?'"

"Jeff is Mr. Five? I thought Jeff was three and just below Mr. Hunter Two." Blaine asked. "Who is Mr. Two through four? Does it go, Hunter, the hottie hot French professor and third cousin-twice removed Cooper?"

Sebastian laughed and scooted his body closer to Blaine's. "Jeff was Mr. Five. His number is up now. Hunter was never on my top five, but I did check him off the list last April. I promised Professor Labelle to keep our onetime affair a secret. As of now Cooper is my Mr. Six." Sebastian casually replied, "You didn't ask the most important question, who's my number one?"

Blaine's eyes darkened. "Mr. One is not a number unless you have a real chance with him." Sebastian smiled and played with the string on his sweat pants.

"Do you think you're Mr. One?" Sebastian acted surprised and then nonchalantly, "I have a chance with everyone - including Mr. Number One. Did you know my top five are all different versions of the same guy? The list includes a drunk, angry, gentlemen, envious and competitive version of the same hottie hot number one."

"As much as I love talking about your fuck list and Jeff's removal from it, but I will give you another chance. Do you want to catch a glimpse of Kurt, or do you want to hear the story of how I robbed you of your single room?"

Sebastian shrugged and folded his arms under his head. "I think you want to see him more than I do. I'm fine with a little mystery."

Blaine ignored his brother and clicked the article link. Sebastian may want secrecy, but he didn't. The younger glanced as his brother. By the time Blaine turned back to his computer a picture of a smiling boy lit up his screen. The boy was wearing a gray vest with a white collar shit below it and a green scarf was carefully wrapped around his pale neck. His eyes were a beautiful shade of blue and his nose had a cute little point to it. Many thoughts crossed Blaine's mind. Kurt looked innocent, untouched, clever, and perfect.

"Hmm, Kurt's cute." Blaine hummed in a honey toned voice.

"What?" Sebastian shot up and tried to pull the computer towards him.

Blaine slapped him away, "Tut-tut, Seb. You lost your right to look at him, but allow me to commentate him to you." Sebastian lay back down and motioned for Blaine to continue. "Everything about him screams virgin. His eyes are too blue to be someone who has seen another's sex. His lips are too pink to be a mouth that has tasted another's release, and his hair is too soft to be something that another has played with." Blaine's eyes never left the picture. "He is willowy and delicate. Something about his hands tells me that he doesn't touch himself and his posture says that he is waiting for Mr. Right."

"Yes please." Sebastian smiled at the picture of the boy that he painted in his mind. "Does he look shy or snobby?"

Blaine hummed. "He looks shy, but he is snobby to hide the fact." There was something special about the boy, but Blaine ignored the fact in favor to read the article."Mr. Hummel will be leaving his home town in Connecticut in favor to pursue his education at Dalton Academy in Ohio. Hummel was one of hundreds of boys to compete for the coveted scholarship. It is thanks to Mr. Hummel's intelligence, talent and original thinking that made him stand out."

"Blab, blab, blab," Sebastian waved his hands. "I don't care. Tell me more about how me wants me to fuck him."

Blaine smiled, "I don't think so. Here is a quote from the one and only Kurt from a different website.'I have always been an old romantic at heart. I believe holding hands and a piano serenade is the deepest level of intimacy people two people can share. Sadly many young people favor cheap tricks that leave them shallow afterwards.'" Blaine finished and smiled towards his brother.

"My ticks aren't cheap." Sebastian pouted. "My extra French lessons with Professor Labelle were expensive."

Blaine laughed, "I can't find much else about him. He loves to sing and study. Nothing interesting." Blaine slapped Sebastian's hand when he researched for the computer again. "Tut-tut, you gave up your right to look at him." Blaine shifted his shoulders and smiled when Sebastian rolled his eyes.

"I'll check him out later. He'll be here soon enough. Unless you would rather borrow some of Thad's toys and I stay here..." Sebastian continued to play with the strings of his sweat pants. "You could return thatfavorto me instead..."

Blaine laughed, "Maybe in your dreams. Now tell me brother. What are your intentions with Kurt?"

"Intentions," Sebastian crossed his arms over his chest, acting like the question was difficult. "Well, I plan to meet him, check out his ass and maybe the rest of his body. If I like what I see then I'll fix a temporary place for him on my bed. Mind you, I'm not saying it will happen in that order," Sebastian winked.

Blaine sat his computer away from Sebastian and stood up. "If you saw his picture, then you would agree that his legs are closed tighter than Thad's lips confessing he's gay." Blaine stretched his arms over his head, offering Sebastian a pleasant view of his back side.

"I love how you keep turning the conversation back to Thad's lips. You must have had more fun than you're letting on." Sebastian comment while admiring the body displayed before him. "You should know by now that one of my many talents included getting people out of their comfort zone. I convince a married professor to let me fuck him. I earned Thad's confidence to confess his secrets to me. I manage to finally tie you to a bedpost" Sebastian winked at Blaine. "I think I can manage to wiggle my way between a virgin's tight legs."

The movie continued to play in silent and the computer screen feel asleep. "You overestimate yourself, Seb. Mr. Kurt Hummel will not open his legs for you and if he did it would be as a second resort." Sebastian frowned. "Let's be honest with ourselves. If someone is given the choice between you or me, they will always choice me. Case closed." Blaine turned back to Sebastian and fell on to the bed. "I am, after all the poster child of a perfect gentleman in public and not-so-gentle-man in the bedroom - or bathroom, closet or whichever is easy and convenient."

Silence fell between the brothers again. Sebastian kept wondering if Kurt looked the way he imaged, and Blaine was wondering if Kurt was in fact an impossible conquest. On second thought, Blaine shifted his shoulders to get into a more comfortable position. Nothing was impossible especially if he set his mind to it and he played his game just right.

"Sebastian, are you up for a little game. Nay, are you up for a little wager?" Blaine rolled onto his side so that he was now facing his brother. Sebastian was lying on his stomach and he answered the question by raising a single eyebrow. "I bet I can get between Kurt's naked legs before you can?"

"I thought you said his legs were impossible to open. Or does Mr. Kurt Hummel appear to be less-wholesome than you described him?"

"Oh, don't worry. He is wholesome, innocent, untouched and all that jazz. I bet I can break into that innocence before you can."

"I will consider your offer under three conditions. First, I check out his picture. I want to see what I'm getting myself into, figuratively and literally. Second, I want to read the article about him. Third, I will want a good reward when I win."

"Deal," Blaine grabbed the computer and planted it in front of Sebastian. Sebastian remained silent while he studied the picture. Blaine did not lie. The boy was too pretty and innocent not to play with.

"Who is he, the king of the virgins?" Sebastian teased, "How did you miss this part of the article where Kurt says'it is evolutionary necessary for animals to enjoy sex. If not, then their species would go extinct. Unlike most animals, humans are able to incorporate emotion, trust and love in sex. Unfortunately humans are exchanging intelligence for primitive instincts.'What the hell? Is he calling me an animal?" Blaine smiled at Sebastian. "Don't answer that question." Sebastian finished reading the article and looked back at the picture.

"Kurt wants romance. I bet the only way he will open his legs for someone is if he falls in love with that person. An 'I love you' is the key to the invisible chastity belt he's wearing." Blaine stood up again and walked towards the other side of the room. The elder brother closed the computer lid and rolled onto his back. "Here is the new bet." Blaine continued, "I bet Kurt has to be in love in order for him to offer up the goods. Whichever one of us can get Kurt to fall in love and then deflower him will be the winner."

Sebastian laughed, "I'd say you were underestimating yourself, but that would be a lie. Between us, I am the charmer. I bet I can charm my way into Kurt's legs without love. I'm not you." Sebastian teased. "I don't want crazy people falling in love and then obsessing over me, wink-wink Thad."

Blaine walked towards the silent television while Sebastian kept watching him. "Then it's decided. I bet that I can get Kurt to fall in love with me before you have the chance to get intimate with him."

"In other words, we're racing to the same hole, I mean goal."

"Yes. However you will be disqualified if Kurt falls in love with you. I will be is disqualified if he is a slutty virgin and doesn't fall in love with me."

Sebastian smirked, "This is going to be easy. I almost feel like I'm cheating. What does the winner get?"

Blaine turned off the television. With closed curtain the room became darker. The atmosphere was shameless and Blaine was feeling daring. "How about we spice things up?" The room was too dark for either brother to see the other. "If you are able to get Kurt to sleep with you, then I'll let you experience your top five versions of me, drunk, angry, gentlemen, envious and competitive me." Sebastian could here Blaine's feet tap against the wooden floors. The bed creaked as Blaine transitioned his weight onto it. Moments later and Blaine was breathing down his brother's neck. "However if I win, then you have go a whole year without sex. Something tells me that would be the hilarious thing to watch."

A rowdy group of boys walked past Blaine's bedroom, but the sound did not reach either brother's ears.

"No sex for a whole year?" Sebastian repeated the foreign concept. "Men have died from that."

Blaine struggled not to laugh at Sebastian's serious tone. "Is this your way of telling me that you doubt your smooth-player skills? Do we have a deal or not?"

The room fell silence while the older brother made his decision.

"Deal." Sebastian clearly stated. "Do you want to know the greatest part about our deal?" Sebastian whispered next to Blaine's ear. "I'm already sharing a bedroom with him. I'm three-fourths done with this bet and seven steps closer to my top five."