Kurt was browsing Rachel's Dads' expansive DVD collection, looking for the perfect filler for their Girls' Night In, when a peculiar title caught his eye. Queer As Folk. He took the first of the box sets down off the shelf and drank in the good-looking men on the cover.

"Oh, yes! Good choice, Kurt," Rachel squealed.

"What?!" came Kurt's reply, completely surprised by Rachel's abundant enthusiasm.

"Best. Show. Ever," Rachel declared.

"Absolutely," Mercedes confirmed, smiling wickedly and nodding in agreement.

"Trust me, Kurt. Watch the first three episodes and you'll be hooked," Rachel challenged.

Who was he to argue?

~

Kurt squirmed uncomfortably in his chair. The story had gotten steamy all too quickly, and he was beginning to think it wasn't such a good idea to watch this with two girls, or anyone for that matter.

As a cascade of water flowed over Brian Kinney's naked torso, Kurt subconsciously licked his lips.

"He is soooo HOT!" Mercedes called to the TV.

Rachel grabbed Mercedes' hand and squeezed it excitedly as the men locked lips. "Now that's a kiss!"

"Instant orgasm, right there."

Kurt chuckled and relaxed. Perhaps Mercedes and Rachel were the perfect people to be watching this with.

~

Do you know what rimming is?

Blaine stared at his phone in disbelief. Had Kurt really just sent that text? Best go with a safe, noncommittal response. Seriously?!

Sleepovers can be enlightening.

Kurt's cryptic reply offered more questions than answers. Why is rimming on the agenda? Wasn't he with Rachel and Mercedes? Were they drinking?

Rachel's Dads' have an interesting DVD collection.

You watched their porn? Kurt!

Not porn. Better. Classy sets, no tattoos in sight. Queer as Folk.

That's a huge leap from Broadway musicals.

But a good one.

I have all five seasons.

Free tomorrow?

I'm ALL yours!