So, I was thinking about something...

Oh, and what might that something be?

Something we could try...

Another game?

Not exactly.

Spit it out, Kurt.

What if neither of us came for the rest of the week?

Are you saying you want to stop meeting up?

No, God, no! I'm suggesting that we can still touch ourselves if we want or each other... but neither of us can come.

Orgasm denial? Kinky. ;)

I'm ignoring that emoticon. What do you think?

For how long?

The night of Rachel's party. I'm sure we can find somewhere to be alone after.

Four days then... If you want to try, I'm in.

I keep waiting for you to tell me no...

Haven't you figured out by now that that's never going to happen?
By the way, I like your hat. It's very "Russian Czar."

Thank you. Janitor's closet at lunch?

You know it.

*

Things were different now between him and Kurt.

Blaine couldn't quite put his finger on when the shift had happened, but suddenly he found that he and Kurt were texting all the time instead of just when one of them wanted a hook up. They practically texted their way through the days, complaining to each other about everything. Blaine's notes, once messages with times and locations suddenly delved into compliments. He still slipped them in Kurt's locker, but this time he would stick around and watch the expression on Kurt's face as he read them. Sometimes Kurt would find him down the hall, his cheeks flushed and he would smile at Blaine when their eyes locked.

Blaine didn't know when things had changed, but he liked it. There was never a better feeling in the world than when Kurt smiled at him and Blaine was determined to do whatever he had to, to keep that up.

They still hooked up of course. Blaine had a wealth of games they could play stored away in his head and even Kurt had a few wicked ideas of his own, as evident by their conversation so far. Afterwards, instead of rushing off, they now spent time together, talking and cuddling, two things Blaine thought he'd never be able to do.
He didn't trust a lot of people, but he trusted Kurt. He trusted Kurt so much that he'd actually spilled the details of how he'd ended up at Dalton, how his classmates bullying had driven him to snap and he'd attacked several of them in a fit rage.

To this day, he still didn't understand how they'd ended up the victims and he was branded as the villain. Kurt had understood, probably more than anyone else had, what he'd gone through. Kurt had revealed that he was still dealing with his own bullies, including death threats from one of the meathead jocks.

Blaine ground his teeth. Even though he wanted to, he knew he couldn't go after the ones harassing Kurt – he'd get thrown right back to Dalton (not that he hadn't offered, but Kurt hadn't wanted to him to). Kurt had insisted he was handling it, and there had been meetings between parents and the principal and whatever, but Blaine kept a careful eye on Kurt whenever he could in the halls. He'd yet to see anything himself (though he did occasionally see bruises on Kurt that couldn't be from anything but locker slams), but he swore if he did, he was getting involved, return trip to juvie be damned.

He'd stuck with glee as well, much to his own shock. Blaine had initially joined to spend more time around Kurt – they had no other classes together due to their grade level differences – and he'd wanted a way to get under Kurt's skin at the time (and oh, how he had...). He'd figured once he'd gotten what he'd wanted form Kurt, he'd quit and move on, except that he didn't think he could ever get enough of Kurt (and secretly, he kind of liked glee club, though he'd never admit that to anyone). Now here they were, just getting ready to head off to New York for Nationals.

Rachel was even throwing a party before they left in celebration. Blaine had been looking forward to it all week (after all, he'd ended up with Kurt at Rachel's last party), but now he had an extra reason.

Then he groaned, realizing that he'd just promised Kurt he would come for the next four days.

This would be torture.

*

The night of the party, Blaine was so antsy, he thought he might scream in frustration or possibly tackle Kurt to the ground and take him right there in front of everyone.

Not coming for four days had sounded easy when he'd agreed to it and maybe it would have been if he didn't meet up with Kurt every day at lunch in the janitor's closet to make out. Or if he hadn't called Kurt every night to "talk" and have to remember that they couldn't "finish."

He had a feeling Kurt was affected just as badly, though he seemed to be able to hide it better. Blaine just felt like he was going to jump out of his skin.

He left for the party as early as he dared. It sucked, that he and Kurt couldn't go together – as far as Blaine knew, no one knew what was going on between them and Kurt didn't seem to be in any hurry to change that. It didn't really bother Blaine too much – he figured that if Kurt wanted to tell he would, and since he wasn't, he had to have a good reason.

Rachel seemed surprised to see him, even though he'd been at her last party and had been a full-fledged member of New Directions for the last few months. "Blaine!" she exclaimed, stepping back to let him in. "Do come in. Everyone's downstairs."

He stared at her for a moment and then brushed passed her without a word, taking the steps to the basement two at a time. Kurt's familiar laugh greeted him when he reached the bottom and it was all Blaine could do not to run right over and demand they find somewhere to be alone.

Puck handed him a beer and he sipped it slowly. He needed to take the edge off but he did not want to be drunk for what happened later.

"Hi," Blaine managed quietly when Kurt stopped at the drink table to pick up a diet soda.

"Hi," Kurt whispered.

"How much longer?" he asked, eyes boring into Kurt's.

"I figure another hour and they'll be too bombed to know what's going on," Kurt replied.

"I'm counting the minutes," Blaine told him, smirking. Kurt laughed, his cheeks pinking up. He looked adorable and Blaine wanted to tell him that, but he held back.

"We should play a game!" Santana shouted, sounding drunk. Blaine rolled his eyes. "Come on, let's play a game!"
Grumbling, the New Directions members crowded around in a circle on the floor.

"What game are we playing?" Kurt asked, sounding wary.

"The best drinking game ever," Santana replied. "Never have I ever – bottoms up, lady." She laughed loudly for a moment, like she'd told the funniest joke.

Once everyone was settled with drinks, they slowly moved around the room. Blaine probably drank for more things than the others expected, but no one really singled him out – he was the bad boy, after all.

It wasn't until Kurt took a drink on "Never have I ever French kissed in public," that anyone took notice of what Kurt was drinking in response to.

"Kurt!" Rachel said his name, sounding scandalized.

"What?" Kurt asked. "You all watched me do it right here, three months ago."

"Oh," Rachel muttered. "Right."

Blaine suddenly felt all eyes on him, so he just leaned back and smirked at them all. That kiss with Kurt had started everything and he supposed he owed his relationship with Kurt to Rachel, in some weird way.

He nearly started at his own thoughts. Relationship? Is that what he and Kurt actually had? He thought about it, mind drifting while the game continued around him. He barely managed to come up with one when it was his turn, and then went back to his thoughts.

He and Kurt were exclusive. They spent a lot of time together. Maybe they weren't officially designated as boyfriends or whatever but they were definitely, most definitely in a relationship.

This knowledge settled over him just as the room went quiet.

"What?" Kurt asked, his voice sounding strangled. All eyes in the room were trained on Kurt and maybe a couple were staring at Blaine as well. He was confused, wondering what he'd missed, until Santana let out a delighted, if slightly evil sounding giggle.

"I said, 'never have I ever had sex with Blaine Anderson,'" Santana repeated. Blaine's eyes widened as he looked around the circle. Well, he'd certainly never slept with any of them, save for Kurt.

Santana's calculating smile told him everything he needed to know – she knew or at least speculated heavily on what he and Kurt had been up to.

He finally met Kurt's gaze and something Kurt saw there must have given him courage, because Kurt leaned forward, muttered "screw it," and picked up his drink. He downed it and then stood up, holding out his hand for Blaine.

Blaine took it, reveling in the shocked faces of the rest of New Directions. "Great party, Rachel!" Blaine called as Kurt dragged him up the stairs. He wished he could have taken a moment to examine everyone's expressions but there was an urgency flowing through him now.

He turned all his attention to Kurt as they stumbled up the stairs in haste and into Rachel's guest room.

"Lock the door," Kurt ordered, and Blaine complied, shivering at Kurt's commanding tone.

"So," Blaine asked, moving toward him. Kurt licked his lips, his eyes locked on Blaine's. "What game are we playing tonight?"

"I don't know if you noticed," Kurt murmured, "but I'm done playing games."

Blaine knew that Kurt didn't mean the games they played together – Kurt meant that whatever they were, he was done playing around. He was getting serious.

Blaine tilted his head to the side, his eyes going wide as realization set in. "And that means?"

"I'm yours, if you'll have me. I don't care who knows if you don't." Kurt's eyes were luminous and unblinking as he looked at Blaine.

"You got under my skin, Kurt," Blaine whispered. "I don't know how, but you did."

Kurt smiled, blushing a little. "Is that a good thing?"

"Yes," Blaine replied, pulling him close.

"So now that everyone knows... will you... will you be my boyfriend?" Kurt asked, his voice so quiet Blaine nearly had to strain to hear him.

"I've never been much for labels," Blaine told him and Kurt's face fell. "But," he continued, "I think I could get used to that one."

Kurt's smile was radiant and Blaine just had to kiss him, so he did. Their lips met and Blaine moaned. It was like kissing Kurt for the first time, electricity dancing along his skin. A feeling of desperation stole over him – he had to touch all of Kurt and he had to touch Kurt right now.

He set in on Kurt's clothes, removing as much as he could with Kurt making a valiant attempt to reciprocate. They were a flurry of limbs until finally, finally, Blaine had him pressed down onto the bed and gloriously naked.

"Were you a good boy this week, Kurt?" Blaine whispered, rocking against him. Their hard cocks rubbed together and Kurt whimpered, arching his back, clearly demanding more. Blaine lifted his hips away. "Were you?"

"Yes," Kurt panted. "God, yes, I was, you know I was," he spat out. Blaine smirked.

"Good," he said, stroking a finger along Kurt's cheek. "I think you deserve a reward."

Kurt's eyes went wide at Blaine's words. "Oh?"

"Mmhmm," Blaine murmured. "I think, just for that, you get to come twice." Kurt trembled underneath him, his mouth falling open.

"Is that... possible?"

"We're young," Blaine told him. "I'm sure we can pull it off." He grins, a full on smile. "If not, I'm sure we'll have fun trying."

With that, he slid down Kurt's body and took Kurt's cock in his mouth. Kurt let out a loud cry, and Blaine knew it was partially because he hadn't been expecting it. He hummed happily around Kurt's cock, making Kurt cry out again. Blaine forgot everything else, focusing on making Kurt feel good and using every trick he knew to bring Kurt to the edge of his orgasm quickly.

He pulled off when he felt Kurt's entire body shaking, looking up to see that Kurt was grasping the pillow under his head in a white-knuckled grip, and his other hand was tangled tightly in the sheet on the bed. He couldn't help the smirk that crossed his face.

"Problems?" Blaine asked, his voice tinged with amusement.

"Oh, God," Kurt moaned. "I hate you so much right now."

"Nah," Blaine murmured, licking around the base of Kurt's cock and then sucking a mark into the juncture of Kurt's thigh. "I'm pretty sure you love me."

Kurt inhaled sharply and Blaine glanced up again, realizing what he'd just said.

"I do, you know," Kurt whispered after a moment. He lets out a laugh. "This really wasn't the way I wanted to tell you..."

Blaine can't help but chuckle. "Nothing screams romance like a blow job." He paused. "I love you, too." He cleared his throat. "Just so... that's... you know."

"I know," Kurt assured him.

Blaine turned his attention back to the task at hand, taking a deep breath and wrapping his mouth around the head of Kurt's cock. He sucked hard and Kurt writhed under him. Blaine pulled off just in time to keep from choking.

"I thought this was a reward, Blaine," Kurt muttered. "It's more like torture."

"You don't like it?" Blaine teased.

"I spent all week denying myself," Kurt replied. "I just want to come, okay?"

"Okay," Blaine agreed. His mouth sank down around Kurt's cock again, only this time he took Kurt as deep as he could, willing his throat to relax.

Kurt shrieked (there was really no other word for it, in Blaine's opinion), and then came, hard. He swallowed, wiping away the excess at the corner of his mouth as he pulled away.

"Oh, my God," Kurt breathed out. "I think you broke me."

"You're still talking in full and complete sentences," Blaine pointed out. "Clearly, I didn't do enough."

"My skin is all tingly," Kurt replied, tugging Blaine up for a deep kiss. "I think you did just fine."

They both giggled (something Blaine would never, ever admit – he did not giggle) and exchanged small, gentle kisses for a few minutes. Suddenly, Blaine found himself on his back, looking up at Kurt. Kurt looked mischievous, biting his lower lip. "Now it's your turn."

Blaine's heart beat faster, his cock throbbing at Kurt's words. He'd ignored his hard on in favor of getting Kurt off, but now it was practically screaming for attention.

"What do you want me to do?" Kurt asked.

"Anything," Blaine said, feeling that desperation again. "Anything you want."

"Uh uh," Kurt tsked. "You need to tell me." He ground against Blaine's erection and Blaine groaned, gripping Kurt's hips where he was straddled across Blaine's lap.

"What are my choices?" Blaine looked up at him, wondering just how far Kurt was willing to go.

"I could use my hands," Kurt whispered coyly, reaching back and brushing a hand across Blaine's cock. Blaine made a noise in his throat at the sensation. "Or my mouth..." he slid back and licked a stripe up the underside of Blaine's cock and it was all Blaine could do to keep his hands from Kurt's hair, shoving his cock into Kurt's mouth and just losing himself. "Or..." Kurt met his gaze.

"Or?" Blaine repeated, feeling lightheaded and breathless.

"Or you could fuck me." The words were spoken so softly, Blaine wasn't sure he heard Kurt correctly.

"What?" he repeated.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Kurt hastened to tell him. "I'll totally get it if you don't want to but I've been thinking about it since you fingered me and I-"

Blaine had heard enough – he pulled Kurt down, kissing him hard. It was sloppy, full of lips and teeth and tongue and it was absolutely perfect.

"I would love nothing more," Blaine ground out. Kurt smiled like he'd won the lottery and then blushed. "I need my pants – there's a condom and some lube in the pocket."

There was a mad scramble to find them, but minutes later, they were back on the bed, Kurt straddling him again (because Blaine wanted him to have some control and he couldn't imagine a more beautiful sight than Kurt over him, bouncing on his cock), Blaine pressing his lubed fingers into Kurt.

He knew he'd never get enough of this sensation, this feeling and he could only imagine how Kurt would feel around his cock. Blaine let out a pitiful sounding moan (that he would deny later), his lips finding Kurt's.
His fingers brushed Kurt's prostate and Kurt cried out. He could feel Kurt's erection coming back and helped it along, stroking him lightly with his free hand. Kurt's fingers dug into Blaine's shoulders, the nails leaving indentations in his skin. Blaine was sure he'd had marks later and that thought only spurred him onward.
He worked his way up, eventually working three fingers into Kurt, who was slowly coming unraveled on his lap, little noises filling the air between them.

"Ready?" Blaine asked, pulling his fingers out. Kurt exhaled loudly and then nodded, watching with desire filled eyes as Blaine made short work of the condom wrapper and slid the condom on.

There were a few awkward moments, getting Kurt into position, but they were completely erased by the feeling of Kurt sinking down on his cock.

"Oh, oh, oh," Blaine chanted. Kurt was moving slowly, so slowly, and Blaine knew it was a combination of nerves and not wanting to hurt himself. It was all Blaine could do not to thrust upward and just take Kurt completely. It probably took only minutes, but to Blaine it felt like forever until he bottomed out. "You okay?" he gasped.

Kurt's breathing was ragged but he managed a nod, his eyes closed. How long they stayed just like that, unmoving, Blaine wasn't sure. He waited for Kurt to be ready, his hands firmly gripping Kurt's hips. It was a wonder he hadn't come just from this alone, because he was actually inside Kurt and that was something he didn't think would happen for a long time, if ever.

Then began to move and Blaine was lost. He gave himself over to every sensation, every touch, every kiss. Kurt's eyes opened and his gaze locked on Blaine's.

He could see it there, in Kurt's eyes, just what Kurt felt for him. Blaine couldn't look away, especially when Kurt's head fell back and he cried out, coming.

Blaine felt Kurt tighten around his cock and that was it, he was gone, coming with Kurt's name on his lips.

*

"Do you think they'll come looking for us?" Kurt asked quietly. They were lying next to each other on the bed, legs tangled, facing each other.

"I locked the door," Blaine reminded him. "Let them try."

Kurt chuckled. "So," he said, moving closer and pressing a soft kiss to Blaine's lips. Blaine smiled. Kurt bit his lip. "Now that we're... officially together, does that mean we're going to stop meeting in the janitor's closet?"

"I hope not," Blaine replied. "It's the best part of my day."

Kurt snuggled up to him and Blaine kissed him again. He and Kurt might be moving into new territory and a public relationship, but he knew this part would never change.

If he had his way, they would still play all kinds of games together.