Hadn't posted this yet here :) me and my dear ManuKaikan had been writing this to fill this prompt at GKM. We planned it as a 3-4 chapters long fic but it came out quite longer than that. Forgive us mistakes, we're from Narnia, so English is not out first language! Hope this doesn't suck!

Ps: main prompt was Infidelity, so if that does bother you, this is not the right fic for you!

Sometimes, something totally unexpected happens, something you'd have never guess. You get to behave in such a different away, far beyond anything your personality has always been like, something you can't even believe it's happening.

Destiny has quite a good time in proving you wrong.

Sometimes you use to think about your strict morality, about your feelings; you're sure that you'll never let people down, the ones you feel something for especially. And these 'sometimes' use to disappear completely when you lose self-control and you can't even get your good intentions to stop your brand new instincts.

And it doesn't matter what you might do about it, which decision might be the right one to be taken, how much a matter of fact might look absurd and consequently unbearable.

Sometimes it doesn't matter how hard you try to make reason win above impulses and you can even decide you want to forget that one-night-only, because everything just feels so wrong.

Despite that decision, you will still be there, wrapped in those sheets and arms, unable to fight that insatiable desire of having that person even though he is so inappropriate if compared to every single thing you might ever be.

But when something suddenly happens, when it comes out from nothing – a party, alcohol, a closet -, you can't help but let go.

xxx

Hands were wandering, breaths were blending, and moans had started to fill the walls of that closet with sounds, in contrast with the loud laughs coming from the outside, beyond the closed door.

"Seven minutes are gone!" An unknown voice shouted and they couldn't even recognize it.

Kurt wasn't exactly paying attention to voices. He was too busy thinking about those lips and he wondered if it wasn't only because he barely knew whose lips he was actually kissing. He didn't even want to know it because just to realize that he was pressing his own mouth hard against the other boy's made him feel bad.

It wasn't about the thing itself, because it was 'Seven Minutes in Heaven' and it was just a game. The problem was that seven minutes were gone and they were breaking the rules.

And Kurt had no idea why or how.

He felt something brushing the skin of his neck, lips and a hot wet skilled tongue, and he couldn't help but moan out loud. Somebody knocked noisy against the door and it made them wince, while a voice was still calling for their attention.

"Time's over! Would you guys come out? We'd like to play the game too, if you don't mind!"

Kurt wasn't sober enough to understand whose voice was that (because there was no way he could distinguish a voice while not being able to recognize the boy kissing him). But he didn't even care. He tried to focus on the door, but those lips had only taken a brief break because of that call and they were already torturing back his pale skin, making it impossible for Kurt to think (not that his brain could in that very moment.)

Seven minutes.

He had thought that seven minutes was too much to spend in the same room with him.

Seven minutes.

It wasn't enough, it wasn't nearly enough.

He turned fast, looking away from the door, and allowed himself to speak, low voice, and breathe against his ear.

"Upstairs," he whispered confusedly, needy, hot, unsatisfied, "take me upstairs."

It didn't take too much to get a reaction to that lustful, whispered order: after he had felt teeth clapping around his neck, a warm hand held his own, fingers interlacing, and began to carry him out of that tiny little space.

Kurt heard the thud sound of the door slamming behind their backs (but it almost sounded like a nuclear explosion spreading over to fill his whole cranium), but he couldn't decode the voices behind them, while they were running upon the stairs.

He had no idea how they'd been able to get to the top because everything was just so confused and Kurt was sure he was banking around.

He wasn't used to alcohol and he could almost sense and distinguish each and every single drop of sweet bitter liquid running through his nerves and veins. He almost stumbled to the last step and he didn't even realize which part of the other boy's body he had to grab to avoid falling down.

A few seconds and he had his back against a cold door, warm and good smelling lips upon his own.

"Mmmh …" Kurt heard him murmur while his own lips were brushing through not-so-dark hair and he was uselessly trying to bring him closer. He couldn't help but moan when he felt teeth catching around his lower lip, pulling and sucking greedy.

It was too much. Every single touch, breath, sound, just too much, it confused him (later on, he would have been asking if it was because of the alcohol – quite a good amplifier of sense – or maybe because of the situation, the person) and he couldn't help but pushing his waist forward, not even noticing if the contact did actually happen or it was only a brush. He wasn't sure there could be a difference for him in that very moment. He felt those hands, those lips, it was simply as being brought back to life and falling again, something similar to a bare immaterial anchor.

And then kisses and bites and breaths, confusing, blending, mixing.

He suddenly felt the door behind his back missing and the boy upon him holding his cheekbone to push him through the dark room.

His neck was suddenly hit again and two firm hands grabbed his ass, pinning him close to make him feel the hardness, to make him feel that he was so turned on.

They moved across the room, trying not to lose the balance, and when Kurt felt his knees against the mattress, he fell back.

His ass sank down into the bed, but Kurt didn't lay down and leant upon his hands, despite his shaking arms. He blinked several times, trying to focus, but he couldn't do nothing but dangling confused and also partially absorbed into that pleasure.

Despite his clouded mind, he could perfectly feel smart and wise hands sliding upon the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning slowly, one after another, to make the soft fabric brush his shoulders.

The boy undressing him didn't even pull it down completely, he just made the tip of his lip slide across his chest while biting.

It was such an amazing feeling because Kurt was sure – not-so-sure, maybe – that nobody had ever brushed him like that, kissed him like that.

He wasn't even sure he could compare the things (since he had tried one of the two) but he thought it was almost like getting addicted. It had to be addictive, it didn't look like there was any chance to run away, and Kurt was even over-thinking uselessly.

Touching got wiser, that boy driving him crazy pushed him back upon the bed and Kurt's hand grabbed his smooth hair. He felt that mouth running through his chest, slipping down while skillful fast hands were undoing his belt.

Kurt bit his lower lip to keep a moan, thinking that it was too much of a thing to feel that hot only because he was touching his still half-covered body.

But he couldn't help it. Unable to keep control, he pushed his own hips towards that amusing hand, feeling warmth run and spread through his body. He used that grip to pull him closer and catch his lips again, in a hungry kiss.

He had never felt like that before. He was usually so … in control.

The silence of the room got filled by the tinkling of the zip of Kurt's pants going down, one hand moved towards there, brushing his never-been-that-hard-before hardness. He swallowed loudly while that mouth bit his neck and that warm panting breath made him shiver.

He moaned, not even realizing they were in an unknown room at Rachel's, because he just didn't care. He moved his waist, brushing against his wise hand, so needy because he wasn't used to that over-excitement.

All he wanted was to be completely satisfied.

"Take 'em off." That voice murmured, "Can't wait, I want you."

Kurt shivered again at those words, but he decided that he could, indeed, he had to obey.

He helped him taking his own pants off, letting them reach for the floor tangling up, feeling nails scratching his thighs, while the other boy was kneeling between his legs.

"Oh God …" he murmured.

Kurt used his hands to keep balance, even though his arms were shaking quite enough to be doubtfully useful, and stared at the ceiling. He felt no other comment would have fit the case, he couldn't remember somebody touching him like that before and he didn't even now it was really happening.

He moved forward again, almost begging silently because, despite the alcohol, he was more than able to distinguish his own painful erection.

His thighs felt a breeze when the boxers went down to his ankles, while that mouth – it still hadn't touched him right where he wanted it to – kept on moving on his soft pale skin between his thighs, going up slowly.

Kurt shivered with anticipation feeling that tongue brushing so close to his hardness, leaving a small kiss.

"Please …" he cried out desperately, "I'm begging, please."

But his request didn't get satisfied yet. And Kurt wasn't sure he could stand that sadism while being so hot he could have fired up, because every touch, every contact had stopped being quite-too-good to turn into not-nearly-enough. He pushed his body forward again, or at least, so it seemed to him because he wasn't even sure he had done that.

"Please …" he whispered again, feeling temperature rising, while his eyes were getting wet because of the suffering caused by the missing satisfaction.

He let out an intense moan when the other boy's lips finally touched his hardness, holding it inside that warm reassuring mouth.

"Fuck, yes" he let out of his mouth and, when he felt the back of that unknown deep throat, almost touching it with the head of his cock, he held his hair tighter.

He raised upon his arms only to look at that head going up and down, sucking him lustful, softly brushing with his teeth and, for a moment, Kurt though he might have been even harder than before.

Who was he?

He didn't know that mouth, maybe. He didn't even recognize the hair he was pulling and actually he didn't care because that mouth was driving him so crazy.

"You taste so good, better than anything I've ever tried." He heard him murmuring.

His voice was so low and deep, it made him shiver and shake from his back straight to his balls, in anticipation.

"Harder …" he moaned, "Suck harder."

The boy went faster, stricter, organized movements. Kurt held the sheet between his fingers, moving his hips towards that amazing face, fucking that mouth unkindly.

"I'm close …" he announced and let his eyes wide open when the boy pulled his head back, "No!" he screamed, pushing it down, "Swallow … please …" but he didn't wait for an answer, he pushed his hips towards him, sinking his cock inside that paradisiacal mouth again.

He had no idea about when he had learnt to lose control, but he knew it was spontaneous and, anyway, he couldn't stand a chance to think about it in that very moment. Any thought of his owns had been washed away by that sense of warmth caused by the cum running to the inside of his mouth.

His first instinct was to close his eyes and raising his chin, holding his fingers tight through the boy's hair, almost like he thought it might have helped him not to fall. He breathed hard, trying to recover his mind.

He had never tried anything so intense, devastating. He had no idea how to recover because he had noticed he was still moaning in frustration even while being satisfied.

But he had no time to wonder about it. His mouth was closed by the other's, the one that had been on his cock just a few seconds before, making him taste his own cum and Kurt couldn't help but pushing him closer, biting his lips rough.

He laid back on the bed, the boy's body on his own and hands wandering on his almost naked skin. The shirt was still wrapped around his shoulders, but it disappeared before he could think about it.

"Still too covered." Kurt ordered and it was getting so hard to breathe.

"Help me." The other boy answered.

Kurt saw him kneeling in front of him in the dark room, showing him his pants, ready to be undressed up.

He grabbed his shirt, raising it slowly, because of his unstable mental status and throwing it away, maybe, upon the pavement (he wasn't sure) before he could lean on to suck his lower lip. A choked breath came out against that mouth, another, then Kurt's hands went down.

It took him more that I had expected to reach for the zip of the other boy's pants.

His fingers shook in hesitation before they could grab the material and pull it down. He moved forward and brushed fast at that throbbing, but it lasted only a few seconds because he was already undressing him of his pants.

He felt that warm skin brushing on his own, making their hips almost blend and their hard dicks touch – well, it looked like the boy wasn't used to underwear – and it forced him to another moan.

He had just come but he was already feeling hard and throbbing again, crying out to get touched. The body upon his own started to move slowly, flipping his hips regularly while his mouth conceded kisses upon Kurt's chest.

He wasn't sure about if it was the alcohol making anything so unreal, but the situation didn't seem that possible. It had something terribly unrealistic, and not only because everything was getting more and more shadowed.

He moaned again, but it wasn't pleasure.

It was frenetic, he needed it, they were wasting too much time and he couldn't stand it, not while feeling that way. He pushed his hips to him, moans in background again, because he wasn't able to ask for it out loud.

He didn't even know how it happened, he had his legs up upon thin but burly shoulders. He heard a paper scratching and fresh air between their bodies.

"What are-" His breath stopped through his throat and he needed to search for air, when he felt the other boy's hardness burning inside with sudden strength.

He grabbed the sheets, almost like he could take the pain (or pleasure) he was feeling out only by tightening his fingers around something. He bent his back, closing his eyes, trying to breath. He felt so sensible and he was already starting to forget when anything started.

But moves where slow and hesitating and it wasn't enough, not like that.

"Pleasepleaseplease …" he started to murmur with no control, searching for that satisfaction he needed again.

And, luckily, the maybe-unknown boy followed his order.

Kurt felt fingers grabbing his ankles and the mattress trembling under his body while the boy was searching for the right position. That gave Kurt the time to catch his own breath, feeling pain washed away for a second.

It lasted exactly that second though because he went on moving, slow but deep movements, opening Kurt like no one had ever done before.

He felt weird because he wasn't used to feel that needy and so freaking satisfied. He moaned more and more to each and every movement – he couldn't notice that tough – feeling his own hole getting so open. He would have wanted to cry out in pleasure but some rare far vain reminiscence about who the person he was been fucked by was told him he couldn't.

"Fuck, you're so tight," the other boy moaned, "I've never tried anything so tight."

Their sweaty bodies pushing one another made such a pleasant sound blended to the noise produced by the mattress springs, making everything so erotic.

"Harder …" Kurt begged and the boy obeyed, breaths getting to the maximum level of breathlessness. Whatever was happening, whoever he was – somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew who he was – was the best thing ever.

His body lost the temperature control completely and he warmed up familiarly, letting degrees go down only by sweat drops, while feeling the orgasm starting to burn inside to get his way through his body.

"Mmmh …" The boy murmured again, grabbing his hips tight, leaving marks upon his pale skin.

The rhythm got more and more frenetic, anything went so tougher and Kurt felt him going deeper and deeper. He couldn't keep the spasm shaking his legs and he came on his own abdomen, one sharp squirt.

He could recognize the other boy's eyes following the way down and the movements slowed down immediately.

"W-what are you doing?" Kurt asked lifting his back from the mattress, just a little.

"Comin' on you." He answered simply, low voice.

The only answer Kurt was able to produce was a grumpy cry because … how the hell was he suppose to answer something like that? It wasn't exactly that type of situation he was used to be in and not even alcohol could stop him from realizing that.

But that suggested perspective tempted him and he couldn't even complain the dissatisfaction cause by that sudden slow-down.

Kurt felt him giving another deep push, surrounded by darkness, still holding his hips almost as he was trying to keep himself from coming into the condom, and then he slept away, making Kurt snap because of that sense of emptiness.

He watched him throwing the condom upon the pavement and then fisting his own cock.

And Kurt couldn't help but stare, despite the darkness, watching him jerking off, with an interest Kurt had never thought possible.

He let his legs slip across the mattress to get closer and he started brushing his balls with a firm but still a little shaky hand, probably because of artificial reasons.

The other boy's hand leant upon his shoulder while his body was shaking too and his fingers held Kurt's pale skin tight, enough to leave a mark.

And Kurt heard him gasp while his arm was moving faster and faster.

"Kurt …" he called him out loud.

And Kurt tried not to think about it.

He tried not to think about the way that voice made his mind tremble in order to remember something he wasn't sure he wanted to remember.

He focused on brushing him better when he realized – who knows how – that the other boy was now too close.

"It's just-" he growled then, his hand pumping faster, "Your mouth, I want your mouth." He almost begged with his voice, grabbing Kurt's head – Kurt was somehow confused by that movement -, trying to lead it to his own needy cock.

Kurt flexed his back forward.

He would have preferred to hear him begging a little about it, but he was too excited too and he didn't allow his ego to gain that tempting prize. He slipped again upon the bed and stood on his elbows before he could get his lips close to the other boy's hardness, a little wet and shiny in pre-cum.

He ran along it with the tip of his tongue, almost tasting his skin, but the other boy's twitches made clear that he couldn't waste any time, so he just took it into his mouth.

Kurt had realized how frustrated he was for being so close, so he decided to satisfy that need. He sucked at his cock greedy, while he was brushing at his balls with gentle touches and sensuous scratches.

And then, he shivered when the other boy's fingers stopped his head, pulling off of it.

"Lay down." He ordered.

Kurt didn't wait for him to repeat the order and he gave up upon his hands, back on his elbows and laying down almost completely.

His look wandered around the room for a second and he felt particularly confused because his mind realized again that it wasn't his room.

It was a quick thought though because his gaze was caught by the hardness between the other boy's legs since it was surrounded by his long fingers again with no gentle touch.

Kurt heard a loud moan and the – probably caused-by-alcohol - grunt coming out from his chest, before his legs tensed and the other boy leant on, driving his body through the orgasm.

Kurt looked down at his own chest, covered by his warm cum and realized he also had drops of pleasure running through his face. The other boy couldn't help but letting his tongue out to taste it because it was too tempting to let it go.

"Fuck …" he whispered, his hand still pumping but slow and gentle.

Kurt stared with legs shaking, deeply unsure about how that thing could have happened to him. He relaxed his back against the mattress, wondering if it hadn't only been a pornographic scene his messy mind had created because of the chaos ruling it.

Then, he realize it had been real because he could still feel the other boy's warm tongue moving slow upon him and his teeth biting him along the way. He tried to focus on that practice but he didn't have time for that: the other boy was already pushing his lips against Kurt's who moaned and accepted the tongue challenge.

Their tastes melt, making Kurt's head spin around and he felt the other boy's hands brushing his hair gently while he was sucking his lower lip.

"I've never tried anything better," he heard him murmur, mouth to mouth, "we taste so good together."

He felt each and every single muscle of his body give up at those words, while his tongue was brushed by the other's, giving him a sensation of warmth and unusualness. He even caught his breath through the throat and he widened his legs to welcome the other boy's body closer to his just fine.

"Yes …" he commented, when he finally managed to push his mouth away from that kiss, "so good." He murmured weak, while his eyelids were starting to get heavy and everything surrounding him was more and more confused than it had been before.

He felt the other boy's breath relaxing too, while he was still kissing at his sweaty neck, before he could stop.

Then, Kurt realized he had lost his energies too, so he let Morpheus carry him through his dreamy world while a question was still wandering somewhere through his head.

Who was he?

xxx

As soon as he felt his own muscles tight in an unknown hold, Kurt groaned, trying to open his eyes.

He managed to get a fast sight of the room but it was only a second before the light coming from the window in front of him could blind his eyes, making things quite more complicated. Plus, he felt a pang through his head and sleep tried to fight his way back.

But he couldn't let it happen.

He had to try to open his eyes better, but when he finally succeeded at that – arched eyebrows still because of the light and maybe the hangover – he let out a loud scream.

It wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening. Why the hell was that viper holding him, plus, into his bed? Oh, no, wait, it wasn't even his bed.

He tried to push his body away but he didn't make it. He was too heavy for his physical and mental situation and that made Kurt sigh in frustration.

"Jeez, pull off!" He screamed again, trying to push him far and hitting his muscular shoulders with his hand wide opened.

One simple moan from Sebastian Smythe's lips – he was still holding Kurt tight – was a sudden epiphany: Kurt was shocked when he realized that he remembered each and every single moment of the previous night.

Every detail, every moan, every touch. Everything was perfectly intact into his mind, even clearer that it had been at the time he was actually doing it.

And he couldn't believe it happened because he wasn't even used to drink and if he did, he drank responsibly. Also, he would have never let Sebastian Smythe touching him like that, and third, he would have never played such a dirty game with anyone, not even Blaine.

Oh God … Blaine.

Did he notice Kurt's absence? Did he see him running upstairs with Sebastian?

And, main question still … whose room was that?

That question was enough to let him look around, realizing that the room wasn't pink enough to be Rachel's, so, if he had been lucky enough, that would have been the room for guests … and he wished it was because he would have never been able to look at the Berrys in the eyes.

When Sebastian moved, brushing his face softly along Kurt's neck, Kurt realized that he needed to get out of that bed, and maybe that room too.

The sooner the better.