Blaine had promised himself for months that once he’d moved to Dalton he would have a fresh start. No more sleeping with guys all the time, he’d work on maybe a slow, stable relationship or he’d be single and not sleep with anyone. That was fresh in his mind as the first kiss approached. But when it did, it bought floods of everything Blaine was missing back to him. He had missed being with someone, touching them, hearing them gasp and moan into his mouth, feeling them all around him and the world vanishing for a few moments to these two people.

Blaine didn’t hesitate in taking over the kiss straight away, he slipped his tongue eagerly into Troy’s mouth, soaking up every inch of him, memorising the way they moved together, the way his hands felt on his hips, the way Troy keened at the way Blaine tugged roughly on the tuffs of hair at the back of his neck.

Spotted: New Kid’s already got some arm candy, and it’s none other than little Troy Samuels. Remember him? So do we.

“Troy, you’re out.”

“What?” Troy stuttered, sitting up and letting go of Blaine’s hand.

“You’re out. Give your emblem to Trent, and then you can leave.” Kurt said coldly before he turned around.
“Sebastian, make sure he’s gone by the time I get back.”

And then Kurt left the room.

Blaine looked pointedly at Sebastian, who just shook his head at him and then spoke to Troy. A little bit more sympathetically, but he was Kurt’s best friend, everyone knew who’s side he’s on.

“Troy, you need to leave. I’m sorry.”

Troy unpinned his emblem and shoved it onto the table, he turned to Blaine. “Are you coming?”

Blaine stuttered and mumbled nothing in particular, but Marc interjected.

“Blaine’s staying. Leave. Now.”

Blaine looked apologetically at his...boyfriend? Was that too soon? They held hands a lot, they definitely kissed a lot, but they’d never really discussed their...situation.

Troy left the room quickly and Marc turned to Blaine.

“Come sit up here Blainers.” He smiled.

“If you call me Blainers one more time, Marcus. I swear to god I will beat the crap out of you.”

“Call me Marcus one more time and I won’t hold Sebastian back after you lay a finger on me. Now sit.”

Sebastian put his hand over his mouth to cover up his laughing and then Kurt walked back into the room, his eyes were hazy and glassed over.

“Sebastian, Marc, Jeff, Blaine and Nick stay. Everyone else leave.” No one moved for a moment and Kurt sighed heavily. “Now. Leave. Go.”

The Warblers practically tripped over one another to leave, until there were only the 6 left.

“Kurt, you look...bad. What’s wrong?” Sebastian whispered when the others were quietly talking.

Kurt ignored him, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger.

“I want this to be fast. I have places to be. Okay. So if you’d all listen we can get this over with.”

Everyone silenced and looked at Kurt. His eyes weren’t the only thing off about him. Subtle dark rings shined under his eyes and his lips were chapped. No one said anything, if he was going to tell anyone, it’d be Sebastian.

“I know I went to Paris for a while, but that was for my own personal reasons. It doesn’t explain why I come back to no set list for Sectionals. Marc, talk.”

“Uh-We tried to call you. We actually have a few performances lined up, basically what we thought was people wanted to audition for a solo and then we’d have a couple of group numbers like we usually do. People who want to audition are Troy –well obviously not anymore-, Trent, David, Peter, Blaine and Jeff.”

“Fine. Sort it out. Sebastian over see it.”

And then Kurt left the room again.

Hummel’s back from Paris and he’s come home to find his kingdom in ruins. We’d take the blame off of the new kid, but we all know that his new beau has just been kicked out of the Warblers, and Kurt’s not one to spare talent. Especially Troy the boy toy.

“Kurt?” Blaine said softly, knocking twice more on the tall wooden doors of Kurt’s dorm.

“It’s open.” He heard him yell, so he pushed the door open and stepped inside, leaving his shoes, blazer and bag in the usual spot. He picked out a French text book and walked over to Kurt’s sofa where Kurt was sitting in checked boxers and an open dress shirt.

Blaine paused and hesitated to sit or speak at all.

“I-Uh-Do-Uh-do you want me to...uh...go?”

Kurt chuckled. “Blaine we’re friends just sit. I’m going out later and I didn’t want to change yet, we’ll just do some French, you’ll leave and then I can go fuck some guy are we clear?”

Blaine swallowed thickly. “I-uh-yes.”

“Good, now sit.”

They started on the French, something Blaine was surprised he was actually picking up quite quickly. Kurt was a great tutor. Blaine’s phone buzzed in his pocket and he slid it out and checked the message.

From: Sebastian. – Keep Kurt in his dorm as long as possible. Until after classes? Please. Try. I don’t want him going to fuck some guy tonight, he needs to rest.

Blaine sighed and put his phone on the floor next to the sofa and turned back to listen to Kurt.

“Important?” Kurt questioned, eyes dropping to Blaine’s phone.

“Oh, no. Just my little sister.”

“I didn’t know you have a sister.” Kurt said smiling.

“Never came up.”

“Hmm” Kurt smiled, and then continued with talking about verb tenses. Once Blaine had felt like he’d processed enough French for a lifetime, he shut his text book and put it on the table, turning to face Kurt.

“Kurt, are you...okay?”

Kurt sighed heavily. “Yes.”

“How do you do it?” Blaine wondered aloud.

“Do what?” Kurt replied coldly, seemingly bored with this turn of conversation.

“Pretend to be so many different people when you’re clearly suffering. You’ve been sleeping around more; Marc mentioned that he hadn’t seen you this cut up in years. You act like you’re fine but you’re not.”

“Do not act like you know me. You don’t know me.” Kurt snapped.

“Stop pushing people who care away.”

“Stay out of my business Anderson. I know who I can trust; I know who I can talk to.”

“Do you? Because you haven’t even spoken to Sebastian.”

“Don’t bring him into this. You think you know Seb? You’re wrong. You will never, ever know him half as well as I do.”

“Oh fucked him too did we?” Blaine replied sarcastically. Kurt’s eyes narrowed.

“The next time you think about saying something like that, think about who you’re talking to. Now leave before I get you kicked off the premises.”

“Stop acting like a spoilt brat and then maybe people might actually enjoy your company.” Blaine said standing and walking towards the door.

“You know what?” Kurt continued, voice rising.

“What?”

“You came here for a fresh start...right? And so far, all you’ve managed to do is get to second base with my sloppy seconds, make Nick cry and consider yourself friends with three of the most popular people in New York City. See, I did a little research on my flight to Paris, Blaine. I spoke to a friend of yours. Santana Lopez.”

Blaine didn’t say anything, a smile tugging on the corners of Kurt’s lips.

“She told me all about you, Anderson. About all the different guys you were fucking, about the time you had sex with a teacher just to get a good grade, about the times that you had to beg daddy to pay for a new piano because the school were threatening to kick you out for having sex on it.”

“You had no right-”

“Oh please. I had every right. I told you we were alike, but I guess what I didn’t realise was that we definitely do have one difference between us.”

Blaine cocked his head, stepping closer to Kurt.

“I’ve never worked in a strip club giving lap dances to old men.” He said quietly.

Blaine felt the anger rising inside of him, he didn’t have anything to say, he didn’t need to explain himself to Kurt Hummel. He resented him, hated him for talking to Santana, and hated him for spending so much time to find out all these things about him. Blaine was so angry, he wanted to run out and scream, he wanted to punch Kurt, but he didn’t. He didn’t know what to do. The coy smile played on Kurt’s face, he looked so cocky, and Blaine hated it, hated him. Kurt stepped forward and whispered against Blaine’s ear.

“Next time you call someone a whore, Blaine, think about how many people paid you.” He brushed his lips along Blaine’s jaw, and then nipped harshly at his bottom lip. Kurt leant back slightly, but Blaine pushed forwards, meeting their lips hungrily, growling from the back of his throat, pushing his arms around Kurt’s waist, sucking when Kurt’s tongue slipped into his mouth. The kiss was all teeth and tongue and dominance, both fighting for it. Kurt pushed Blaine backwards onto his bed, climbing over him and meeting their hips roughly, he pulled back from Blaine’s mouth and rolled his hips down, their lips still touching barely. Kurt chuckled lowly.

“Hard already?” He rolled his hips down hard again, grinning at the way Blaine’s head threw back. “Troy not
pleasuring you? Oh...he’s changed...”

“Shut the fuck up.” Blaine spat. Kurt leant down, dipping his tongue into Blaine’s mouth before pulling it out immediately, letting it lick Blaine’s top lip slowly. Blaine groaned.

“Stop moaning, you sound like a whore...oh wait...” Kurt teased.

“You-You don’t know me.” Blaine panted.

“Oh really?” Kurt teased again, rolling his hips down hard, rutting against Blaine slowly, painfully slowly. He leant down and sucked on Blaine’s neck until a small bruise appeared; he soothed it over with his tongue and then bit his ear lobe painfully. “Explain that one to your little boyfriend,”

“Don’t you get-get sick of this? Just fucking around and nev-ever finding satisfaction?” Blaine reasoned.

Kurt leant down again and whispered harshly into Blaine’s ear. It made Blaine shiver nervously.

“I find satisfaction...and so would you if I fucked you.”

Blaine thrust his hips up, and Kurt nibbled on his jaw

“Do you want that Blaine? Do you want me to fuck you?”

Blaine didn’t reply and Kurt thrust his hips down hard, rolling them firmly at the friction.

“Answer me.” He demanded.

“I-I-Yes-I-yes.”

Kurt grinned.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? It must have been so long since you’ve had a cock up your ass...” Blaine groaned loudly and Kurt bit at his collarbone.

“So long, hasn’t it Blaine? I bet back in Ohio you had this all the time, hundreds of boys running after you, just begging to shove their cocks in your ass, or maybe you topped sometimes...”

“Nuuuh-no-i-i-i’m a-bottom” He panted, hips thrusting up to meet Kurt’s faster and harder, moving together in a perfect rhythm, but Kurt was so fucking composed above him.

“Thought as much. You always seemed like the kind of guy who wanted to be pinned to a wall and taken, claimed by whoever wanted...” Kurt bit down on Blaine’s shoulder, unbuttoning his shirt and then throwing it across the room, running his fingers along Blaine’s naked torso, fingertips pinching at his nipples.

Blaine managed to slide Kurt’s open shirt off his shoulders, and Kurt let it drop to the floor behind him. He slipped his hands down between them and unbuttoned Blaine’s pants. He stood up and gazed at Blaine spread out on his bed, breath hitching in places, coming in short sharp gasps, working his pants off, taking his boxers with them. Kurt slipped out of his own boxers and moved back above Blaine, taking Blaine’s cock into his hand as he did so.

“Ughhhh Kurt”

“Stop fucking talking Blaine. I don’t wanna hear it.”

Kurt stroked Blaine’s erection slowly, watching Blaine shiver beneath him and thrust his hips up into Kurt’s
hand.

Kurt squeezed his cock and then let go completely. “Now now, we don’t want you coming just yet do we...?” Kurt commented, reaching over to a bottle of lube resting on his bedside table.

He squeezed some into his palm, spread it over his fingers and then slapped Blaine’s thigh hard and looked him straight in the eye. “I’m sure you know how to spread your legs.”

Blaine obliged, pulling his legs apart and Kurt immediately pushed two fingers knuckle deep into him, without warning. Blaine moaned loudly, and Kurt put his mouth over Blaine’s to keep him quiet, thrusting his fingers in and out already, feeling Blaine clenching around him. Blaine felt the burning sensation begin to fade as pleasure wracked over his body, needing more, more than what Kurt was giving him.

“More...” he whined and Kurt obligated, pressing a third finger alongside the first two, thrusting deep, slow, hard and twisted further into Blaine, pulling back to stroke across his prostate. With his free hand he lubed up his own erection and then he removed his fingers from Blaine with no warning, leaving Blaine to clench around the empty air and whine instinctively at the loss. Kurt slipped a condom on and added more lube, positioning himself at Blaine’s entrance.

“I won’t go slow.” He said plainly, and then he thrust deep inside of Blaine, not giving him to time to adjust before he pulled almost all of the way out, resting at the rim before sinking himself back in, deep and hard. Blaine was so tight around him, and he panted out hard breaths, feeling the marks of Blaine’s nails digging into his back begin to settle. He picked up a hard rough pace, hands resting either side of Blaine’s head as Blaine wrapped his legs around Kurt’s back, the new angle giving an impossibly tighter sensation for Kurt.

Kurt pushed into Blaine over and over, his pace becoming erratic and impossibly fast, Blaine was literally shaking below him, never feeling anything like this, he could feel that Kurt hated him, that he was doing this just to prove that he was right that Blaine was a whore, but he could tell Kurt was close, he could feel Kurt tensing around him, and he felt Kurt’s warm hand close around his cock, pumping to the inconsistent thrusts Kurt was driving into him. Kurt’s name rolled off Blaine’s lips as he came over his chest and Kurt’s palm, and Kurt brought his hand up to his lips, licking it clean. Blaine moaned, unable to take his eyes away from the sight. Kurt followed soon after, hips stuttering and tensing as he came inside of Blaine, long, strong breaths being released as he did, he pulled out of Blaine almost immediately and tied up the condom, throwing it in the bin near his bed. He slipped on the boxers from his floor and laid down on his bed, next to a very naked, very spent Blaine.

They laid in silence for a few minutes; the only sound was their breath returning to a normal pace.

“You should go.” Kurt breathed. “Get back to your boyfriend.”

Blaine sighed. “He’s not my boyfriend.” He paused. “Did you kick him out of the Warblers because of me?”

Kurt laughed breathlessly. “Don’t flatter yourself sweetheart.”

“Then why?”

“Do you always talk after sex? No wonder you had to leave Ohio. I meant what I said Blaine. Leave.”

Blaine didn’t reply, he slipped on his boxers and pants and carried the rest of his clothes to his bag, picked up his phone bag and shoes and left, clicking the door shut behind him.

My oh my, what do we spy? Toy boy Troy’s new boyfriend sneaking out of Kurt’s dorm wearing only his pants, looking like he’s just been on the ride of a lifetime...maybe he has.