Checking the screen of cell one last time, Blaine re-reads his latest text message from Kurt. “To: Blaine Warbler, Warehouse, 9:00 p.m. I'll show you animal! - K”

Mustering up some of his own courage, Blaine finally steps out of his mom's forest green station wagon, and heads towards the run down warehouse.

Stopping in front of the closed doors, he breathy mutters to himself in an attempt to calm his nerves. "Breathe, Blaine. Breathe. It's just Kurt. He's your best friend. Your cute, sweet and incredibly hot, best friend. He isn't going to kill you."

Satisfied with his breathing, Blaine adjusts the blue and red striped tie that compresses firmly around his neck, pulling the knot lose a bit with a sigh. Checking his breath and underarms to make sure he was fresh, the raven haired teen puts both palms on the dented metal door before him and pushes on through.

"Kurt? Kurt, are you in here?" Blaine asks as he nervously glances down at his black wrist watch, double checking to make sure he wasn't too late, nor too early.

A soft giggle echoes throughout the spacious room, breaking the dense air that looms within.

"Take a seat, Blaine." A smooth, calm voice demands.

As if on cue, all the lights dim and a single wide ray flashes down upon a silver metal chair.

Nervous, but oddly intrigued, Blaine slowly moves towards the chair and takes a seat - wiggling for a bit to get comfortable. Curiosity getting the better of him, he starts to pick at his dress slacks while simultaneously looking around the warehouse, trying his best to figure out where exactly the voice was coming from.

After sitting there for what felt like hours, Blaine releases a deep breath. "I apologize for earlier," rubbing his hands together with nerves. "I shouldn't have said anything. I hope you aren't ma-"

"Do you trust me?" Kurt asks from behind a concrete pillar.

Taken back by the question, Blaine raises an eyebrow - still looking around the room for a hint of Kurt. "What?"

Biting his inner cheek nervously, second guessing what he is about to do, Kurt repeats the question. "Do you trust me, Blaine?"

Hearing the worry laced in Kurt's voice, Blaine leans back in his chair and replies with conviction. "With my life."

Sighing in relief, the hidden brunette directs Blaine to close his eyes and to put his hands behind the chair.

The lead warbler following the orders without a second thought or passing glance.

Slowly walking down the back side staircase, Kurt crosses over to Blaine and begins binding his hands together with a silk like material.

The sudden shock of the touch, causes Blaine to panic for a second. "Kurt?"

Letting out a tisk tisk at the sitting boy, Kurt tries to calm Blaine’s nerves. "It's just me." He whispers into Blaine’s right ear, causing shivers to run down the boy's spin. "Just relax; this will be all worth it. I promise." With that said, Kurt takes Blaine's earlobe into his mouth and starts to nibble. The action causing Blaine to gasp and open his eyes wide - blown out with pure arousal.

With a smirk that could only be called 'devilish', Kurt snaps his fingers together as Adam Lambert's: Fever begins to play from somewhere in the warehouse.

Humming along with the song, Kurt walks to the front of Blaine with a strut of pure confidence.

Turning his back to the other boy, Kurt slowly starts to strip of his tight auburn button up shirt. Swaying his hips along to the rhythm of the song, raising his shoulders slightly so that the shirt could slide down a bit and expose his shoulders.

Shaking with a need to touch, Blaine involuntary moans from behind, a good portion of his blood now quickly rushing from his brain to his lower half.

Extracting both of his arms from the sleeves, Kurt turns to face Blaine - moving the shirt around so that it's covering his chest. Looking directly into to Blaine's eyes, Kurt lets the shirt drop to the cold concrete floor.

"Oh fuck." Blaine gasps.

Crossing his legs as he walks up to the front of Blaine, Kurt takes both of his hands and runs them through Blaine's bouncy black curls - still loose from his last minute dance practice. "I've always had a thing for curls."

Shivering at the omission, Blaine pouts with a tremble of his lips, His eyes closed in a silent prayer, begging the lord above to set him free so he could touch.

Liking the effect he has on Blaine, Kurt motions for the boy to look up at him. Making deep eye contact, Kurt begins to run his left hand down his own chest to the defined bulge that rests within his tight pants. Rubbing himself in small circles, the action causes Blaine to tug forward some more with a desperate whine.

In one swift twirl of his body, Kurt reverse straddles Blaine's lap and lifts his right arm behind his head to caress Blaine's hair and face. Smirking at the deep rumble against his back from Blaine's chest, Kurt starts to build up a rhythm with his hips, grinding them down slowly onto Blaine's crotch.

In a move of pure desperation, Blaine tries to angle his head to suck on Kurt's long alabaster neck.

Laughing to himself, Kurt slowly gets up and turns around. Smirking, he shakes his pointer finger at Blaine. "No Touching.”

Not liking that rule, Blaine pouts with his famous puppy dog eyes.

Licking his lips, Kurt rotates his hips as he walks around Blaine to stand directly behind him. Leaning down to rest his arms across Blaine's strong shoulders, the brunette speaks softly to the boy. "Ya know, Blaine," gently starting to unbutton Blaine's white polo shirt, his blazer long gone forgotten back in the station wagon. “I have always wondered if you had chest hair... May I look?" Pausing his hands over the opening he made, Kurt waits for the green light.

Answering with a slight stutter to his voice, Blaine gives the boy free reign to do whatever the hell he wants to do to him. "Bbbe myy guest."

Sliding his hands down Blaine's chest, running his fingers through the light chest hair that covers Blaine's pecks, Kurt releases a throaty moan at the discovery.

Full out begging now, Blaine pleads with a brewing frustration, “please, please let me Kurt. I can-”

Cutting off Blaine’s request, Kurt starts to sing softly along with the still playing music. “Just you, me and the stars, Kind of ménage a trois, sometimes.” Taking a finger and thumb, Kurt starts to twist one of Blaine’s peaking nipples, “would you be m-mine? Would you be m-mine?" The combined actions causing the warbler to beg even more.

“Please. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good.”

Loving how wrecked the boy sounds, Kurt lowers his mouth to the curve of Blaine's olive toned neck. Peppering feather light kisses down the strong column, "shhh, I got you." Not wanting Blaine to suffer for much longer, Kurt moves back to the front of Blaine. Perching himself between the warblers trembling legs.

Slowly squatting down until his face is level with the warbler’s crotch, Kurt begins to run his hands up and down Blaine’s muscular thighs in a oh so teasing manner - slowly leaning his head forward to the fly of Blaine's pants without an ounce of hesitation. Pulling down the zipper with only the assistance of his teeth, Kurt follows the action by nuzzling into one of the boys clothed inner thighs.

"OH, GOD! YESS!" Blaine yells. No longer able to reframe himself.

"You like that, Blaine" Kurt asks, moving his head to the other thigh, biting the covered limb with his teeth.

All Blaine can do is nod his head vigorously, and pray that Kurt never stops.

"What do you need, Blaine" Kurt questions into Blaine's thigh.

"YOU! Oh, god. Always been you!"

Moving to sit on his hunches, Kurt plasters an arrogant smirk across his face. "That's nice." He fake yawns as he goes to stand up.

"No! Come back." Blaine whispers. “Come back.”

Now standing in front of Blaine, Kurt spreads his legs with a few dips of his sinful hips. With a mischievous grin growing on his face, Kurt spins himself around and bends his body forward slightly to drops into a split. "I never left."

Too far gone to even care about his manners, Blaine cries for some release. "Kurt, Baby. Please!" Growing even more frustrated with the lack of touch, his arms flexing and aching with the tension of his pulls. Trying his best to take his Kurt. “Please!”

After a few hip thrust to the ground, Kurt rises back up slowly, purposely poking his ass out eye level to Blaine's face. With a turn of his head and a cheeky grin. Kurt finally rips off his black skin-tight pants, leaving him in nothing but a skimpy fabric that somewhat resembles underwear.

Blaine's breath hitches as he follows the hasty shakes of Kurt's vivacious ass. "How are you even real?" He mutters out under his breath.

Swerving his ass a few more times, Kurt straightens his body back up and turns to straddle Blaine once again. Raising an eyebrow, Kurt asks the warbler a simple question. "You ready for this?"

Before Blaine can answer, Kurt lifts both legs up and places them on Blaine's wide shoulders. Using Blaine's calf's as a brace, Kurt leans upside down in a stretch, thrusting his hips into the air along with the rhythm of the long forgotten music.

"Jesus. Fucking. Christ. " Blaine breathes out, unable to remove his eyes from the prize in front of him. Needing something, anything at the point, Blaine makes another go with his pleas. "Kurrrt, touch me!".

Starting to get a kink in his shoulders, Kurt flips himself into a handstand cart-wheel off of Blaine's exhausted body. Quickly placing himself back onto Blaine's lap.

Grinding his hips down on a growing Blaine, Kurt looks into the warbler’s blown out eyes. Not able to hold back any longer, Kurt takes both of his hands and grabs Blaine by the hair, slamming their mouths together in a rough embrace of teeth and spit.

"Baby penguin my ass..." Blaine moans into Kurt's mouth.

Satisfied with Blaine's verbal confirmation, Kurt leans back with a wink. Pulling himself back and off of the warblers lap. Leaving behind a confused singer in his sweaty wake.

“What? No!” Leaning forward with all his might, trying to touch the fair boy, "Kurt! Come back! What am I supposed to do with this?!" Blaine starts to hump the air in hopes that Kurt will take the hint and show some pity.

"You're a big boy, Mr. Anderson. I think you can figure something out." Kurt says over his shoulder as he collects his now ruined shirt.

Realizing that Kurt really is leaving, Blaine starts to panic." Kurt... You can't leave me like this."

No response.

Still humping the air, Blaine yells out in frustration. "Kurt! What the hell?! Come back!”

Stopping as he reaches the Warehouse door, Kurt turns his head sideways and smirks one last time. "Night Boys” Laughing to himself, Kurt leaves out the front entrance, vanishing into the crisp night air.

Too busy yelling, trying to get Kurt to come back, Blaine doesn't notice to figures approach him from the side.

Before he could register the two men, Blaine feels an unobtrusive hand grip his left shoulder. Startled, and maybe a bit terrified, Blaine lets out a blood curdling scream that would envy a seven-year old little girl. “AAAAAHHHH!”

Clutching his stomach in an attempt to not pee on himself, Wes tries to reassure Blaine." Dude! Haha, chill. It's just wevid."

"Yeah, Blainers it’s just us. We're not going to hurt you, ya pint sized drama queen." David teases as he unties Blaine's wrists.

Rubbing his wrist in an attempt to restore blood flow, Blaine questions the two boys. "What the hell, guys? Don't scare me like that!" Letting his breathing return back to normal, "wait?! Where did y'all come from?” Slowly coming to a realization, Blaine stomps his foot against the chair's leg with accusation. “Omg, were you here the whole fricken time?!"

Looking over at an amused David, Wes responds to Blaine. “No... We just used our apparition skills that we learned from Dumbledore." Wes dead pins. "Of course we were here. Who do you think started the music and held the video camera?"

"Hello!" David waves at an annoyed yet amused Blaine.

Laughing loudly, Blaine gets up from the chair and stretches his tired legs. "Let's just go guys, I need to get home and take care…. of a few things." Blushing at his honesty.

Walking through the doorway, Wes looks over at a red Blaine. "I love you, Blaine. But if you don't get with Kurt, then I will!"

David stops abruptly and stares at Wes. "What?"

Grabbing the wood beam, and placing it back on the metal hooks that lock the entrance door to the warehouse, Wes shrugs with a wipe of his hands against his blue jeans. "What can I say? Ass is ass, and that ass should be illegal"

All three boys nod their heads in confirmation, the image of Kurt in those skimpy undies flashing before their eyes like a decree from God. "Praise!"