We always new our boy would be back once the New Kid left...we're just not sure how much we like him now. There's only so many times sleeping with every guy in New York is entertaining.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Kurt?”

Knock, knock, knock.

Kurt rolled over and pressed his head into the neck of the other body.

Knock.

Knock.

“Kurt, we have a problem. It’s Blaine. Get the fuck up and open this door, now.”

Kurt sighed and pulled himself up as three more knocks smacked onto his door. An arm pulled tighter around his waist and he gave up any want of leaving the naked guy tossed across his bed, his hips edged over Kurt’s legs.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

KNOCK.

KNOCK.

Kurt tugged their limbs apart, rolling the boy onto the other side of his bed. He tugged his boxers on and walked over to the door, clicking the lock and opening it with a sigh.

“What?” He groaned sleepily. Sebastian pushed his way into Kurt’s room and Kurt shut his eyes, sighing again before closing it behind him and turning to face Sebastian.

“Marc went to Blaine’s earlier; he hasn’t been here in two weeks.”

“Yeah he’s in Lima, what’s your point?” Kurt asked impatiently.

“What do you mean he’s in Lima?”

“He moved back. Now if you don’t mind...” he signalled towards the door and turned to start back towards his bed.

“He moved?!”

“His dad made him.” He sighed again. “Now...” he signalled towards the door again and ran his hand through his hair.

“And you just let him go?! You didn’t follow him?”

“I’ve actually had other things to do, Sebastian.”

“Like that guy in your bed?”

“Yes like that guy in my bed,” he replied impatiently. “Look, Blaine’s life is his life.”

“You’ve been gone two weeks as well, you know. We thought you’d taken Blaine to meet your dad for a while.”

“And why would I do that? I’ve been running the club, making sure everything’s okay down there.”

Sebastian shook his head. “You’ve been fucking the dancers.”

“What kind of owner would I be if I didn’t” he paused, licked his lips and smirked. “make sure that my dancers are working good and hard for their jobs.”

“What kind of boyfriend are you to let your man move to another state?”

“Boyfriend? I’m sorry. Excuse you.”

Sebastian cocked an eyebrow and perched on the edge of Kurt’s sofa, crossing his ankles where they rest on the floor, he crossed his arms and a smile tugged on his lips.

“Okay, the night of his party. Did you have sex with him?” Kurt looked confused, but shook his head slowly. Sebastian smiled wider and continued. “But you slept...in his bed with him?” Kurt nodded, feigning innocence as he scratched his hip absentmindedly.

“You woke up pretty late...what did you do?” Sebastian pressed. Kurt narrowed his eyes.

“Why don’t you just tell me what you know and we’ll get there faster.”

“Santana said she heard you two sneaking out at 5 in the morning.”

He scoffed. “She’s everywhere, I swear.”

“Well...” Sebastian persisted.

“Yeah, we did.”

“Kurt I can’t even get you up in time for half of your lessons usually. Why would you ever get up at 5 in the morning, after a party?” He smirked.

“You think I did it voluntarily?”

“Stop bullshitting me, Kurt. Just tell me where you went.”

Kurt sighed. “We went ice skating.” A small smile threatened his lips, but he licked them and pushed it away. “It was stupid, we went for about 2 hours, then we went back to sleep.”

“Ice skating?” Sebastian smiled cockily. “That sounds just so very cute.”

“Right,” he paused and took a step towards his bed. “Can you go now; I have some things I need to finish up.”

Sebastian stood up straight and took a step towards the door. “This isn’t finished, I’m bringing Marc back here later and we’re gonna talk more.”

“Since when have you ever wanted to talk? Before Marc, all you wanted to do was fuck all of my dancers. You were the one who talked me into buying the club in the first place, you know.”

“It seemed like a good investment at the time.” He shrugged and opened the door. “I’ll see you later, Hummel.” Kurt waved his arm in defeat.

“Don’t hurry back.” He didn’t wait to watch Sebastian leave, he walked back over towards the bed, where he stood and just looked at the naked boy laying there. The sheets were pushed down to his ankles, and he was flat out on his stomach with his legs spread enough for Kurt to see...well, everything. His red-dyed hair was puffing out across his head in a way that made Kurt want to run his hands through it over and over again.

He climbed silently onto the bed, removing his boxers as he did so, and pushed his feet under the edge of the sheets and duvet bunched at the bottom of the bed. He pushed one leg between the other boy’s – Craig, he reminded himself- legs. His body relaxed half on top of him, his head resting on a pillow next to Craig’s as one hand settled into his hair, Kurt eyed his hand carefully, finding the red dyed hair against his pale skin something of beauty. He could feel Craig breathing deeply below him, still heavily in sleep, and he bought his hand down from his hair, dragging a fingertip across his spine, admiring the way that his skin prickled at the sensitivity. His finger continued moving slowly further down his back, until it dipped between his ass, still slick with lube from just a few hours before. He slipped his finger past the rim easily, but reached over to grab some lube from his bed side table with his other hand. He thrust his finger in once, twice, three times before pulling out and pouring some lube onto his palm, tossing the bottle onto the floor and rubbing the lube between his hands, warming it up a bit before slipping two fingers easily back inside the sleeping boy. His breath hitched, but settled back to a regular rhythm as Kurt pulled his fingers back and thrust them back in deeply, his hole already stretching to accommodate the pressure as Kurt added another finger, twisting as he pushed deep into him. Kurt pushed up to rest onto his elbow to get a better angle, and view as he watched Craig’s back flush.

“Hmmmm...” Craig hummed contentedly, Kurt pressed a kiss to his spine, but when Craig turned his head over, it was obvious he was very much asleep still.

“Good,” Kurt whispered, twisting his fingers faster, deeper. He pulled them out slowly after becoming satisfied that he was stretched enough without being woken up, and rolled a condom on and added some more lube as he watched Craig shuffle comfortably in his sleep, throwing his head to the other side of the pillow.

Kurt eyed his entire body, eyes trailing down his back, ass and finally his legs until he reached his ankles, and tossed the blankets over the end of the bed. He stood up off of the bed quickly and pulled a clear box from under his bed, opening it silently – making sure to check the Craig was still asleep – before grabbing some silk ties and pushing the box lightly back underneath his bed.

Craig’s body shifted again, and Kurt carefully wound one tie around his ankle, dragging the rest of the tie to the bedpost and tied it securely. He did the same with his other ankle, leaving him laid out completely on display for Kurt, it made his skin tickle a little bit. He crawled up onto his knees between Craig’s legs, and he pumped his own dick twice softly before positioning at Craig’s entrance, thrusting in balls deep in one solid thrust. He pulled out almost instantly to thrust in again, and Craig’s head snapped up alerted.

“Wha- Oh, oh” he moaned softly as he came to the realisation that he was literally being fucked awake.

Kurt grinned and leant down over him, lacing his fingers on top of Craig’s which lay parallel to his head on the mattress. Kurt felt the tug of Craig’s legs as he tried to move instinctively, but was restricted by the ties.

“Stay still,” Kurt panted, thrusting deep into him, using the grip he had on Craig’s fingers to pump himself faster into the red haired boy.

Craig gasped hard repeatedly, bringing his hand tighter into a fist, keeping Kurt’s fingers entwined between his as he pulled harder to meet Kurt’s thrusts, and in turn rubbing himself off on the mattress. Kurt chuckled and sucked his neck callously.

“God, oh god, oh-oh-” Craig whimpered.

“Do you want me to gag you?” Kurt whispered sharply into his ear, biting the shell teasingly. Craig groaned as Kurt picked up his thrusts, brushing his prostate on almost every single push. Kurt smirked. “You kinky bastard”

Kurt dragged his fingers away from Craig’s, and slowly drew them down his back, sliding easily across the sweaty skin. Kurt licked a line up from the middle of his spin to the back of his neck and pressed a kiss there, a tight heat coiling in his stomach, he deepened his thrusts, angling his hips just right to brush against Craig’s prostate.

Craig groaned louder than Kurt had heard him the whole time they’d spent in his bed, and his breath began toppling out in vast rambles and mumbles.

“Kurt-oh-oh, I’m so-oh-there, so close”

Kurt held his hips strongly and began to thrust relentlessly into him, Craig came hard and fast, gasping heavily as Kurt rode out his own orgasm into him. Kurt fell softly onto the mattress next to him and pulled out gingerly, tossing the condom into the bin and pulling on his own boxers before slowly untying Craig’s legs and then settling next to him, wrapping one tie around his neck to drag him in for a kiss.

Kurt pulled away sweetly and laughed.

“Good morning.”

Craig chuckled too and buried his face into Kurt’s neck.

“Hey.” He sighed.

“I’m gonna go shower.” Kurt started, pulling himself up to sit at the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor. Craig’s arm followed him and his fingers tickled across his waist. “When I get back-”

“I’ll be gone.” Craig smiled; he dragged his body across the bed and pressed a kiss to the small of Kurt’s back. “I know the drill.”

“I knew there was a reason I always call you,” Kurt laughed, running his hands through Craig’s hair where his head was resting next to his lap.

“You mean aside from my fantastic bottoming skills” he winked and Kurt grinned and leant down to kiss his head before standing up and stretching his body upwards.

“Absolutely.” He agreed and walked into his bathroom, shutting the door softly behind him.

*

Kurt pushed himself back into the plush sofa in the corner of his club, watching the stage dancers from a distance. Sebastian and Marc slipped into two chairs opposite him, sipping on their drinks idly.

“Didn’t think you’d show” Sebastian said blankly, trying to catch Kurt’s eye.

“I’ve gotta get myself a new spotlight dancer. Laurie’s not cutting it anymore.”

“Right.” Marc added.

The low thump of the bass of the music was softly vibrating the room, Sebastian took a long drink from his glass and then put it down on the table, making Kurt look at him.

“It’s sectionals tomorrow, Kurt.”

“I am aware.”

“We three and the rainbow twins are going to Lima straight from the competition.” Sebastian stated.

“No.”

“You don’t have a say in this, we’ve all discussed it and it’s what’s best.” Sebastian pushed.

“Right, so why are the rainbow twins going?”

“Nick’s grandparents live there, and they haven’t met Jeff yet, so they’re gonna spend the weekend with them.”

“And you two?” Kurt turned to look at Marc since they had sat down.

“We miss Blaine.” Marc spoke.

“He’s not just gonna magically come back here, you know. He’s gone, you can’t just go visit him whenever you like and wish that your long distance friendships gonna work, because it won’t.”

Marc drained his drink and stood up, Sebastian followed him.

“And we can’t just sit here and wish that you were the person you were when Blaine was around, so we’re not.”

Kurt sighed and looked over to the bar, he raised his hand and a tall brunette waitress wearing a tight black dress and heels walked over to him with a fresh drink, she placed it in his hand and took his old glass.

“Kelly,” he spoke blankly. “Bring me him,” he gazed back over to the stage and then back to the waitress, she nodded and walked away. “You two should go.”

Sebastian grunted and sat down, Marc copied his movement.

“No, I think we’ll stay.”

Sebastian wasn’t about to sit here and watch Kurt end up worse than he was before, so he was making a stand. He was going to stay here until Kurt gave up and left the club, alone.

Marc turned to Sebastian. “I’ve gotta go, I’ve gotta get back to pick up Polly.”

Sebastian kissed him softly. “Drive safely, I’ll call you.” He promised. Marc stood up and left, waving at the waitress on his way out.

A few moments later, one of the dancers walked over to Kurt, and stood in front of him in a pair of electric blue hot pants. His skin was dotted with glitter and gleaming with a little sweat; Kurt cocked an eyebrow at him and patted the sofa tenderly. The dancer sat down, and Kurt’s mouth was on his as soon as he did, hands all over his naked, glittering torso.

Sebastian sighed heavily as Kurt rubbed the pad of his thumb teasingly over the dancer’s nipple just a couple of feet from him and moved down to suck on his neck. The dancer whimpered and shifted in his seat, shuffling just that bit closer to Kurt until their sides were pressed against each other, both turned onto their sides so their groins met as their bodies moved together.

Sebastian stood up, and moved around the table, his fist gripping onto the back of Kurt’s shirt as he pulled him away from the other boy and up out of his seat. Kurt stumbled a little.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Kurt spat, tugging his shirt out of Sebastian’s grasp. Sebastian just grabbed his arm and pulled him out into the corridor. He turned on him as they stopped and stood incredibly close to him, making sure Kurt kept eye contact with him. Sebastian was a bit taller than Kurt, so Kurt had to look up at him.

“You need to stop this right now, Kurt. I’m not gonna be that guy anymore that follows you around because you want to go and have sex with whoever you like all the time. You can try and cover up your feelings for Blaine as much as you want but literally everyone here knows they’re there.”

Kurt scoffed and tried to turn away from him but Sebastian grabbed his arm again, Kurt snatched it away but waited to hear what he had to say.

“You’re going to come with us tomorrow, and you’re going to see Blaine. You’re going to tell him how you feel, or I swear to God I will not be around for you anymore, Kurt. I don’t like who you are right now, I don’t think it’s good for you.”

“So basically, it’s me and Blaine or nothing at all.” Kurt said sheepishly.

“No. If Blaine doesn’t want to be with you, I wouldn’t be surprised, but he needs to know how you feel, it’s only fair.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then you’re kidding yourself. Don’t you think I notice how much easier it is for you to be yourself around him? I know you better than anyone. Well, right now I doubt that because I think Blaine knows you better than I do.”

“That’s crap.”

“It’s not. And I’m not objecting, he deserves to know you better than I do. You deserve each other.” He stopped, but Kurt didn’t say anything, he simply looked down and blinked a few times before looking back up to Sebastian expectantly. “Come on.” Sebastian said, finally letting a small smile seep through.

When your own minions turn on you, you've got a problem.

*

The next day was sort of a blur for Kurt. He slept alone in his own bed for the first time in two weeks, he felt rested but still needing something, someone. He led the Warblers through last minute rehearsals and then they went to Sectionals.

Sebastian and Trent lead them in a great group number and then they finished with Kurt taking solo.

It wasn’t even a question, they won without a doubt. The other two groups were nothing in comparison to the Warblers, and the judges took no time at all to decide on the winner.

Kurt, Sebastian, Marc, Nick and Jeff filed into a separate car from the rest of the Warblers, and took off towards the airport.

Kurt was sulking most of the way, he didn’t really want to do this, Blaine had no idea they were coming and Kurt was sure that he wouldn’t be happy with them just turning up. Sebastian had apparently spoken to Lucy (who was now living with Blaine and their mom also) and Blaine’s mom about being able to stay with them, and she had agreed for Kurt, Sebastian and Marc to stay, whilst Jeff and Nick were staying at Nick’s grandparents.

Sebastian phoned Lucy once they’d landed, and she gave them the address of their school, where Blaine was doing some Glee rehearsal after school. She gave them directions of how to get from the entrance to the Glee choir room without being harassed by any janitors and made Sebastian promise to make sure Kurt didn’t give Blaine a hard time.

They arrived at McKinley High School soon after landing, taking a cab from the airport and then found themselves walking through the darkened hallways of the school. It was only about 7pm but it seemed everyone apart from the Glee club had gone home. They heard loud singing coming from a room on their left as they walked down a corridor. Sebastian glanced into it as they passed, it wasn’t the choir room, but the auditorium. They walked in cautiously, and Santana looked directly at them, laughing cockily.

“Well if it isn’t my favourite New York boys.” She sat down on the edge of the stage and they walked over towards her, but she held out her hand to stop them. “Not you, twink. Blaine’s not here.”

Kurt stopped and burrowed his eyebrows. “What?”

“He’s in the choir room.” Her eyes lit up as an idea hit her and she stood up. “Hey! I have a fantastic idea. Finn, why don’t you show your little brother here to the choir room?”

“Santana.” A boy towards the back said sternly, Santana turned her head to look at him.

“Sam this is nothing to do with you.”

“I’ll take you, Kurt. Come on.” Puck said softly. He jumped from the stage and walked towards the door, expectant of Kurt to follow him – which he did. When they were alone in the hallway, he turned to look at him as they walked.

“Sorry about her...she’s a bit pissed off at the moment.”

“Oh?” Kurt didn’t really know what else to say, she seemed constantly pissed off around Kurt.

“It’s not just you dude. It’s everyone really.” He paused and stopped walking. “He’s in there. But, be good to him, alright? He’s had a rough time since we’ve been back.”

Kurt nodded and Puck disappeared back down the hallway. A low strumming came from the choir room, and Kurt walked to the side of the doorway to be able to look through the thin crack of where the door lay open. He heard Blaine sing.

Blaine:

Give me love like her

Cause lately I’ve been waking up alone

Paint spattered tear drops on my shirt

Told you I’d let them go

He could see Blaine, sitting on the bottom of a small row of steps, holding a guitar and strumming casually to himself. He was wearing black rimmed glasses and his hair was curly and fluffy, more curly than Kurt ever remembered it. He was wearing his Dalton hoodie and Kurt thought he’d never remembered seeing him look so alone.

Blaine:

And then I fight my corner

Maybe tonight I’ll call ya

After my blood turns into alcohol

No, I just wanna hold ya...

Instinct took over before Kurt really registered what he was doing. He walked into the room and sang, he knew the song, and he knew the words, he also knew that when he started singing, with Blaine, it felt better than any time he’d ever sung in his life.

Kurt:

Give a little time to me

Burn this out

We’ll play hide and seek

To turn this around

All I want is the taste that your lips allow

My my, my my

Oh give me love

Blaine looked up at him, continuing to strum innocently, but with questioning eyes. Kurt sat down at the piano stool, fingernails digging into the wood of the piano as he and Blaine alternated the lines, looking into each other’s eyes, Blaine’s a lot more questioning and concerned than Kurt’s.

Kurt:

Give me love like never before

Kurt and Blaine:

Cause lately I’ve been craving you more

Kurt:

And it’s been a while but I still feel the same

Blaine:

Maybe I should let you go

Kurt:

You know I’ll fight my corner and that tonight I’ll call ya, after my blood is drowning in alcohol

Blaine:

No, I just wanna hold ya

Kurt and Blaine:

Give a little time to me

Burn this out

We’ll play hide and seek

To turn this around

Kurt:

All I want is the taste that your lips allow

My my, my my,

Oh give me love

Blaine:

My my, my my,

Oh give me love

There was a long guitar solo, where Blaine strummed leisurely, and Kurt moved to sit on the step nearer to him. Blaine didn’t move closer to Kurt, and Kurt stayed his distance, but Blaine did twist his body a little to face him, he shakily licked his lips before they started singing again, and he screwed up a couple of strums, but he continued anyway.

Kurt:

Oh my my, oh my my, oh my my, give me love lover

Blaine:

Love me, love me, give me love, give me love

Kurt:

Give me love, love me!

They looked directly into each other’s, a thousand questions on each of their own lips, but neither ready to ask anything, just wanting to finish the song, to finish at least one thing they’ve started without ruining it.

Blaine and Kurt:

My my, my my

Oh give me love

My my, my my

Oh give me love

My my, my my

Blaine:

My my, my my, Oh give me love, my my, my my

Kurt:

Oh give me love.

My my...what do we spy? Apparently not being able to run to Daddy has its advantages...