Title: We Are Golden, Part One

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Explicit Consensual Sexual Content between an adult and a minor, Swearing (I LOVE me some F-bombs), Homophobia, angst (lovely angst).

Pairing: Kurt/Blaine

Plot: KinkMeme Prompt: Blaine is four years older than Kurt. They've been best friends since forever. They act like a couple in front of people and don't even realize it. And of course they stay friends until one day, virginal Kurt sees something that makes him think it is time to have sex and asks Blaine to help him find someone to be his first lover. Of COURSE Blaine wants to apply for the job. Which eventually leads to hot and desperate ex, the kind if on the walls and floor sex. Kind, but possesive Blaine. Biting/Marking kink.

I do not own Glee... YET! ;p

June 15th 2011

Kurt was practically trembling with excitement, anticipation and impatience as he studied the arrivals board. Only an hour to go before Blaine's plane arrived.

He fidgeted in the uncomfortable plastic chair until the stranger on his left gave him an "you'd better stop that or else" look. He crossed his arms and tried to relax, listening to Blaine's parents chattering away like squirrels next to him.

He had insisted that he accompany them to the airport.

Blaine had been attending the University of Michigan for the last three years, which meant that they had only seen each other sporadically during that time. Only during the holidays and summer; last year he hadn't come back for summer. By now they hadn't seen each other for over nine months. They'd talked on the phone a few times, but it wasn't the same at all. That was for too long a time compared to when they used to spend almost every day together.

To Kurt, all this growing up stuff was turning out to be highly overrated.

As always happened when he was waiting to see Blaine after an extended period of time Kurt felt a slight uneasiness in the pit of his stomach. What if Blaine thought that Kurt was far too young to hang out with anymore and now preferred older, more mature company?

A brief image flashed through his head of Blaine sitting with Burt and Mr. Anderson, all of them dressed in black and red blazers, smoking cigars and drinking scotch. A smile quirked his mouth despite how nervous he felt.

Only fifteen minutes to go...

oOo

As Blaine walked through the terminal with his bag flung over his shoulder, (he'd been able to carry it on, YAY) the first person he set eyes on was Kurt. His heart beat faster. As Kurt stood up and ran towards him he dropped his bag and caught him in his arms, hugging him tightly.

"God, I missed so much." He found himself murmuring into Kurt's shoulder. Blaine couldn't help noticing that he smelled good. He was annoyed when he noticed some people over Kurt's shoulder a group of young guys eyeing them with disgust and a group of girls pointing at them and giggling behind their hands. Some people were so weird.

They pulled away after a minute and he was shocked to discover that he had to look up a little to meet his eyes. "My God, you're taller than me."

A grin stretched Kurt's face, but before he had a chance to make some snarky comment, Blaine's parents were on him, hugging and kissing him. After many "I love you's" and "I missed you's" he snatched his bag off the floor and followed them out to the parking lot.

Kurt had changed a lot, not only was he much taller, but the last of the baby fat was gone from his face, giving his porcelain skin a sculpted look and he just walked taller, held his head up high. Blaine found that he liked the difference.

As he and Kurt walked side by side to his parent's red Volkswagen, the back of their hands brushed together, he had to resist the confusing urge to entwine their fingers together.

Yes, things certainly had changed. Again.

Sylvia Anderson glanced at her husband on the drive home as she listened to the boys catching up in the backseat. He was looking out the window with a melancholy expression on his face and knew that he obviously didn't share her joy about the scene that had taken place at the airport. Blaine and Kurt had obviously gotten together (over the phone?). She could tell by the way they'd hugged each other. But Dennis had never been happy that their only child was gay…

Maybe if he saw how happy Blaine was with another man he'd change his mind. She took another glance at his sour expression and figured she'd better not hold her breath.

SEVEN YEARS EARLIER, May 26th 2004

Kurt took a right turn and ran as fast as he could down the long alley that he'd never been in before. There was stitch in his side and his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was gonna burst out of his ribs, just like in that horrible alien movie Finn had made him watch.

He heard the sound of pursuit behind him and pushed himself to run faster, but his legs felt like they were about to give out and he almost thought that it was worth letting the others catch him just to escape the pain in his joints.

Just as he was about to give up hope he spotted a white wooden fence on the left side of the alley. It looked too high to get over and he couldn't even tell what was on the other side, but it was his only hope.

With the last of his strength (and more than he thought he possessed) he ran and jumped at the fence, grabbed onto it with his fingertips and hoisted himself over. He gave a small yelp as he fell over the other side and land landed hard on his back.

Even though he'd landed on grass all the breath was knocked out of him. Pain lanced up his back and he lay there stunned for a moment, staring up at the clouds, the smell of newly cut grass invading his sense of smell, nearly choking him.

Even though he felt terrible, at least he was safe now. Just as he thought this, he heard his pursuers less than a foot away from him on the other side of the fence.

"Where the fuck did he go?"

"You don't he managed to get over this," he heard someone rapping on the wood and he bit his lip to stop from squeaking in fear.

"No way that that girl could've done it; I don't think I could do it."

"Yeah, you're right. He's really fast though."

He heard their footsteps fading away, down the alley. Their voices grew fainter until he could no longer make out what they were saying.

He breathed a quiet (painful) sigh of relief.

He lay there for a few more minutes, feeling blood trickle down his cheek. He didn't make a move to get up yet. He didn't know if he could.

"Hey! Who the hell are you?"

He jumped up faster than he'd have thought possible at the angry voice (he had no doubt that it was directed at him).

He gulped nervously as a really tall, dark haired teenager ran down the back steps of the two story, white stucco house that was attached to the yard he'd been hiding in.

The teenager looked angry. Kurt didn't blame him, for all he knew, Kurt might've been planning to make mincemeat of the beautifully tended garden.

"I-I just… Errrr…" He twisted his hands behind his back, finding it hard to explain an easily explained situation.

oOo

"I was just tr- trying to hide… These guys were… they were chasing me and I- I didn't- I don't…" The small boy trailed off into silence, looking at him pleadingly.

Blaine at first had taken the kid to be some idiot trying to vandalize the place and had been ready to go to town on his ass. However, his anger abated as he saw the shape he was in.

He felt a dull anger in the pit of his stomach as he listened to him trying to explain. "And those guys who chased you," he asked, "they did that to you?" He had noticed the way the boys breath was wheezing in and out of his chest (as if he'd been sprinting), the bruise forming on his right cheek and the blood dripping from a cut on the bruise.

All in all, he looked a real fucking mess.

The boy was watching him with wide terrified eyes and he felt guilty at causing him more fright.

Blaine sighed. "Why don't you come inside?"

He reached out his hand and after a moment's hesitation; the boy took it.

oOo

Kurt was distrustful at first, but the teenager's hand, so much bigger than his own, was warm and reassuring.

He let out a sigh of pleasure as he stepped inside the house and was met with cool air. He looked around with interest at his surrounding's. He had been led into an immaculately clean kitchen, with light green walls and fancy silver appliances glinting on every counter. He felt embarrassed and gross, like he was trailing in filth.

The teenager led him out of the kitchen, through a dining room and living room and finally down a hallway into a bathroom (all as spotless as the kitchen).

The teenager let go of his hand and put down the toilet seat, indicating that he should sit on it. Kurt bit his lower lip, flushing scarlet. "Maybe you should put a towel on it first."

He saw a puzzled expression cross the older kid's face, his brows pulling together. "Why?"

Kurt looked down at his brand new (extremely dirty) shoes and shuffled his feet, trying to figure out how to word his response. "I'm usually cleaner than this," he mumbled.

A short laugh escaped from the teenager and he looked up in surprise. "Seriously kid, don't even worry about it. You're more important than a keeping the house clean." He was grinning hugely as he looked down at Kurt and Kurt found himself smiling in response.

"Okay then." He hopped up on the toilet seat and watched as the older boy rummaged through a drawer for a few seconds before pulling out a first-aid kit. "My name's not 'kid' by the way; it's Kurt."

The teenager knelt in front of him and took out some sort of soft paper that he started wiping his cheek with. "I'm Blaine, smartass."

"I'm a smartass or you are?" Kurt guessed that it wasn't the best idea to torment your rescuer, but it was in his nature.

Blaine didn't answer, but he did chuckle, which Kurt took to mean that he didn't mind.

After wiping the blood away as best he could, Blaine opened an anti-septic wipe and started wiping his cheek with that instead. Kurt hissed and jerked away from his touch as it stung him.

"Try to hold still Kurt, this'll sting a bit." Kurt looked grumpy, but obeyed.

"Sooo…" Blaine found himself asking, "how did this happen." He touched the bruise gently enough that it didn't hurt.

Kurt's expression darkened. "A rock." His voice was monotone.

"Please elaborate."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Some older kids held me down a punched me, then the oldest one bashed me with a rock." Blaine didn't think he'd seen such a young kid look so angry.

"How old were they?" Blaine got out a big bandage and smoothed it over Kurt's ruined cheek.

"Twelve and thirteen, there were three of them"

"How old are you?"

"I turned ten in March." He said it defiantly, as if he expected Blaine to make fun if him.

Blaine sat back on his heels, resting his hands on Kurt's knees.

"Why did they do that?"

Kurt's eyes filled with tears. "They said that I talked and dressed like a girl. They said that I'm a- that I'm a faggot." He whispered the last word. "I don't even know what that means, but it sounds bad…" He sniffed and tears streamed down his face.

Blaine swallowed around the lump in his throat and without thinking hugged him. Kurt put his arms around his neck hesitantly at first, before burying his head in Blaine's shoulder and sobbing.

Blaine held him while he cried for a good forty minutes.

oOo

Kurt sat on the big comfy sofa in the living room, sipping from a cup of cold water as Blaine watched him. He couldn't stand the silence anymore. "I really need to get home pr my dad'll ground me." Kurt was frightened of walking home alone but didn't know if he should say so.

"Do you want me to walk you home?"

Kurt nodded. "Yes please."

Miraculously, Kurt found that he no longer cared that he'd gotten beat up earlier or that his new outfit was ruined as Blaine held his hand and walked him home that evening.

2004, June 6th.

A little over a week had passed and Blaine had already forgotten about the "incident" of the week before, when he heard his mother call his name from downstairs. He had been trying to practice guitar and was irritated in the extreme at being disturbed. How the hell was he supposed to learn if he was constantly being interrupted?

She probably wants me to take out the trash or do the dishes. Ugh!

When he entered the living room (with a scowl on his face) he was shocked to see that that boy, Kurt, was standing next to his mom, hands behind his back and rocking up and down on his heels nervously. Blaine was pleased to see that the cut on his cheek had all but disappeared and the bruise on his face was practically gone as well.

When he caught sight of Blaine, a huge grin lit his face and he couldn't help smiling in response.

"Blaine, this boy says he knows you, so I let him in…" His mom trailed off uncertainly.

"Yeah, I do, hi Kurt. What's up?"

"I just wanted to know if you wanted to hang out." Even as he said this, Kurt seemed to realize the absurdity of it.

His mom raised an eyebrow and smiled as if that was the cutest thing she'd ever heard.

"I hope I'm not bothering you."

"No, Of course not." Blaine said automatically, "Why don't you come upstairs?"

"Okay."

He led Kurt up to his room (and away from his mom's amused gaze), knowing that he wasn't going to get much practice done and that Wes (who had been teaching him how to play guitar) was gonna be pissed if he didn't hear improvement during their next lesson.

oOo

Kurt sat cross-legged on Blaine's bed and looked around with wide-eyed amazement at his room; Blaine had left him there while he ran down to the kitchen to get them something to drink.

His room certainly wasn't as… clean, as the rest of the house. Kurt was at first a little disappointed by this, but decided that he wasn't in the next thirty seconds. Surprise was usually nice, even if it came in the form of dirty laundry on the floor, an unmade bed and posters tacked crookedly onto the walls. A guitar was leaning up against Blaine's dresser, and Kurt couldn't help thinking that the thing looked a little sad, neglected and very indignant at not having anyone playing it. He sympathized.

A few seconds later Blaine returned, his hands full with two cokes and a bag of potato chips, closing the door with his back. He tossed a coke to him, then pulled out the chair from his desk and sat facing him.

There was an awkward silence for a bit, so Kurt opened his coke and took a large gulp. Should he say something or should he wait for Blaine to say something? Yeah… he should definitely say something. What if they just sat here, looking at each other and never spoke, just sat here until they were really old and gray?

"Is there a reason you stopped by or did you just happen to be in the area?" Kurt exhaled softly in relief, and didn't answer for a minute. He liked Blaine and he didn't want to seem childish by just lying and saying: 'yeah! I was nearby!'

He tapped his finger against his coke can gently, "I don't really have any where else I can go. I would've come sooner, but I couldn't remember exactly where you lived."

Blaine looked perplexed. "What do you mean you have nowhere else to go? That seems a bit dramatic doesn't it?"

"Well, I like drama, so that's a compliment, but I wasn't trying to be "dramatic" when I said that. It's true, I don't have any friends. And what's the fun of getting ice cream or going to the park by yourself?" Kurt raised his eyebrows and took another sip of coke, challengingly him.

Blaine considered grilling Kurt on why he was apparently friendless, but chose to ignore the strangeness of this, pointing to Kurt's cheek instead. "Did you get into trouble when you got home?" Blaine hadn't actually walked him up to the door.

"Nope, my dad wasn't home yet. I told him that I tripped and hit the sidewalk really hard and bandaged myself up when I got home."

"Did he believe you?"

Kurt shook his head. "I don't think so. But he has… other things to worry about." His face fell and something dark crossed it.

Before he could think of something to say, Kurt spoke: "So can you teach me how to play guitar?"

One side of Blaine mouth tugged up in a smile. "I don't really know how to play myself, let alone attempt to teach someone."

Kurt's eyes narrowed and he set his coke on Blaine's bedside table. "Then why do you have a Bob Marley poster? Are you just saying that you don't know how to play because you don't want to teach me? If you that's it then just say it."

Blaine found himself smiling at the moody look on his face. "First of all, you're acting like a cynical brat and that's no way to coerce someone into doing something for you. Second, I really don't know how to play. My dad got him", he inclined his head towards his guitar as if it were a real person, "for me for my birthday, which was only a month ago and my friend Wes has been teaching me the basics. Third, I'm surprised you know who Bob Marley is."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Everyone knows Bob Marley. He's the weed guy and-" he was interrupted mid-sentence by Blaine's laughter and gazed at him sullenly.

Blaine calmed down after a few seconds, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

"What's so funny?" He asked, and Blaine felt bad when he heard the hurt and confusion in his voice.

"I'm sorry, it's just- I don't know. Hearing a kid call him a him the "weed guy"." He chuckled some more.

"You're really weird."

Blaine grinned. "Damn, right! At least I own it."

Kurt seemed to consider that for a moment. "I guess I'm pretty weird too… But at least I don't laugh like a hyena."

"Hey!"

Kurt laughed and ducked when Blaine grabbed a balled up piece of paper off of his desk and chucked it at him.

2004, August 24th

"Blaine, you have to admit that this is pretty strange."

Blaine shrugged and adjusted his sunglasses.

He and Wes were currently at the public pool, kind of a last 'hurrah' before school started again. They were sitting on the very edge of the pool with their feet dangling in the water, watching kids taking turns on the diving board.

"It was at first, but I'm used to it now. He's a really sweet kid. He's kind of like the little brother I never had. Besides, I don't really know how to explain it… I'm like, drawn to him, you know?"

"No, I don't." Wes laughed and slid into the water. Blaine shook his head and tilted his face up to the sun, closing his eyes.

Ever since June 6, he and Kurt had been friends. He couldn't explain why or how it had happened, it was just one of those natural evolutions.

His mom loved Kurt beyond all reason and he would often come home to find them in the kitchen, his mom teaching Kurt how to cook.

It had taken Blaine a while to win Kurt's dad over (his mom had dies a while ago)... He still hadn't actually. Burt still suspected Blaine of being some kind of bully.

Wes was still rather annoyed by the situation but Blaine's other best friend Allison thought he was really cute and was totally pumped to be taking him under her wing. She'd also pointed out that both him and Wes should take tips from Kurt on how to dress.

Blaine's dad didn't have an opinion that he cared to share.

And Kurt, Kurt was really witty and smart for his age and his knowledge of musicals and clothing designers always left him astounded. He was like a mini-Liberace.

Blaine's lips twitched and a feeling of warm fondness enveloped him. He enjoyed the way that the sun kissed his skin and he slid into the water without taking his sunglasses off.

Over the years of their friendship, things never managed to find solid… or, to be more accurate, even ground. Things between them were constantly shifting and changing; evolving (mutating, Wes called it).

Sometimes it was the small things threw them off balance, like all of Blaine's unsuccessful attempts to teach Kurt how to play guitar, but Kurt's successful attempt at teaching Blaine to play piano, all the hours Kurt spent sorting through Blaine's wardrobe, color matching all of is outfits.

Then there were the bigger things, like the night of April 18 2006, almost two years after they had first met and several days after Blaine's 16th birthday.

It was 8:34 at night and Kurt was sitting on the couch in the living room, his homework spread out on the coffee table. He ran his hand through his hair, frustrated. Who the hell cares about Algebra? I don't need it, I'm going to be on Broadway!

The doorbell rang and he jumped up, shouting, "I'll get it!" loudly so his dad could here him upstairs. The fact that he was being interrupted during his least favorite subject must be fate.

He ran to the foyer and pulled the door open, fully expecting to find that old Jim person, with the scruffy beard that his dad hung out with on poker nights. Instead, he found a forlorn looking Blaine standing on the doorstep in the sheeting rain and soaked to the bone. He wasn't wearing a jacket or a hoodie, just a black t-shirt that said American Idiot on it in red. Kurt had a split second to wonder if he was trying to be ironic before Blaine spoke.

"C- Can I c- come in?" His teeth chattered and he was holding his arms around himself. It seemed to be more of a self-comforting gesture than to keep out the cold.

Kurt realized that his mouth was hanging open and immediately closed it. "Sure! Ummm…" Unable to find the right words, he stood aside and held the door open, wincing slightly when Blaine trialed water on the hardwood floor.

"Just stay there; I'll go get you a towel." He ran upstairs quickly, pulled a freshly laundered towel out of the linen closet, and ran back downstairs before in less than a minute. Blaine was standing right where he'd left him, a small puddle forming around him. His normally, carefully gelled hair was in ruins and dripping around his face and his mouth pulled down at the corners in a frown.

He wordlessly handed Blaine the towel and watched as he attempted to dry himself off. He looked like a human version of Eeyore.

"Blaine," he said it tentatively, "are you okay?"

The towel dropped from Blaine's hand, but neither of them moved to pick it up. Kurt found that he was holding his breath.

"I told my dad that- That I- I came out to him and told me to leave." Blaine looked down at his sopping wet Converse as he said this and there was hardness in his eyes that Kurt had never seen before.

Kurt's breath caught in his throat. "You're… You are, gay?" He whispered the last part. Blaine nodded. Kurt couldn't quite wrap his mind around that concept. "Why did you come here?"

"Wes and Alison aren't within walking distance."

Before Kurt could think of something to say, his dad walked in. "Holy shit! Blaine, did you walk here in the rain? I'll take you home! You're parent's are probably wo-"

"I can't go home." Even though he spoke the words quietly, they put a stop to his dad's words.

"What do you mean, you can't go home?"

Blaine swallowed convulsively, and Kurt looked between him and dad nervously. "I told my dad that I was gay." Blaine's hands clenched and unclenched.

His dad's face was unreadable and Kurt felt as though a rock had dropped into his stomach. He held his breath and could tell that Blaine was doing the same.

"Me and Kurt haven't had dinner yet, how do you feel about pancakes?"

oOo

Three hours later Blaine lay on the couch in his now warm clothing, watching Kurt struggle through his homework and occasionally that he'd feel okay again, but he actually kind of did. Being full, warm and not soaked to the bone had helped a lot; and who didn't like having breakfast for dinner. He hadn't even minded wearing a pair of Mr. Hummel's over-sized (on him) sleep pants and t-shirt for an hour.

He was just staring to nod off against the couch cushions, when Kurt slammed his textbook shut and put it on the table. He looked at him a way that Blaine had become familiar with over the time they'd known each other. Kurt always gave him the look whenever something Blaine did or said puzzled him.

Blaine put his hands behind his head and waited for the inevitable questions.

"Are you really gay?" Kurt crawled over to the part of the couch that he was occupying and plopped down with his legs folded when he was level with Blaine's stomach.

Blaine took a deep steadying breath before answering. "Yes. It's still hard to say out loud."

"Why?"

"I don't know; it just is. You won't understand until you go throu-" He stopped talking, wishing he could take that last part back. I can't believe I fucking said that! "Anyways, it's just hard."

If Kurt had noticed the slip up, he didn't comment on it. "Do Wes and Allison know?"

"Yeah, they're the first ones that I told."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Blaine wanted to cringe at the betrayed look in his eyes. "I don't know Kurt. You're just so young, you know?"

Kurt's nostrils flared and he glared at Blaine. "No, I don't know, as a matter of fact. I thought friends trusted each. Well, scratch that, you trusted Wes and Allison."

"I'm sorry. I don't have an excuse, just believe me when I say that. I'll try to make it up to you, I promise." As Blaine said the words, he realized that he really meant them.

Kurt studied him for a minute trying to decide whether he was sincere or not. He must have decided that Blaine was being sincere, because he flopped down, so that he was lying on the couch too, their head's were resting on the same pillow. Kurt looked up at the ceiling, his hands folded across his chest when he asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No, I don't unfortunately. Though, if I did, my dad might've killed me instead of kicking me out. Seriously Kurt, you have no idea how lucky you are to have you're dad."

Kurt seemed to struggle for words for a moment. "I think I might be gay too."

Blaine found himself smiling. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Kurt laughed. "No! But I wish I did!"

"Who would your ideal boyfriend be?" Blaine didn't know why he asked.

"A real person or a famous person?"

"Both." Blaine watched Kurt's face, the concentration he put into such a silly question.

"Well, the real person would be this boy in my grade, his name is Finn aaaaand the famous person would be, Milo Ventimiglia."

"Who?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Milo. Ventimiglia. He's an actor."

They spent the next forty minutes arguing companionably about the levels of hotness and/or cuteness that certain actors possessed. It should have felt utterly bizarre to be discussing with a twelve year old, but it really wasn't.

Later that night, when Blaine broke down and cried as the overwhelming feeling of his father's rejection could no longer be ignored Kurt was the one who held him.

There was a new level of closeness between them the next day that was indefinable, yet palpable. It was hard to say goodbye when his dad came to pick him up at noon, apologizing profusely for his actions of the night before. Mom had probably threatened to get a divorce. Even though Blaine's dad had never been innately fond of him, he truly loved his mom and losing her would kill him.

Everyone has their saving grace, I suppose.

Things changed in a big way again, two years later on July 14th 2008. Blaine had no idea why though. He'd seen Kurt two days ago and things had been fine, normal. But today… They were getting ice cream at Dairy Queen and Blaine is trying to start a conversation. But every time he says something or asks a question Kurt responds with "uh-huh's", "Mhm's" and just plain "Mmm's". It was starting to get highly annoying.

"Seriously, Kurt, what's going on? You can barely even look at me." He hadn't meant it to come out so angry and frustrated sounding, but he was starting to get seriously pissed.

Kurt shrugged non-commitally, without meeting his eyes, stirring his Cookie Dough Blizzard.

Blaine sighed, suddenly realizing the problem. "It's about me leaving, isn't it?"

This time Kurt looked up to meet his eyes. The sadness in them is overwhelming. "I'm going to miss you," He said simply, and then he went back to stirring and looking into his Blizzard instead of Blaine's eyes, as if he could find what the future held in there.

"I'm going to miss you too Kurt."

Things went back to normal after that, but not really. Blaine had a feeling there was something that Kurt wasn't telling him. However, he never got a chance to discuss it. He really wanted to, but as he hugged Kurt (and his family and friends) goodbye at the airport a month later, the right time had never put in an appearance.

As the years went by and they had started communicating mostly by phone and email, he forgot about it entirely.

oOo

July 12 2008

Kurt rode his bike to Blaine's house quickly. Blaine's parents were out on a date night, which meant that they could actually spend time together alone without Blaine's mom deciding she wanted to join them.

Maybe Wes or Allison would be there right now, but that would be fine too, Wes didn't mind him anymore, now that he was a teenager and not a "teenybopper".

He parked his bike in the driveway and ran up to the door, and pushed it open without knocking, it had gotten to the point where they just came and went from each other's houses as if they lived there themselves.

He walked upstairs, letting his hand trail along the banister. Even after four years, it's still perfectly smooth and polished.

The carpet in the hallway muffled his footsteps as he stepped into it, noticing that the door to Blaine's room was open and walked toward it. His innocent virgin eyes were completely unprepared for the sight that met them.

Wes was there, but he wasn't sitting on the bed with Blaine, he was kneeling on the floor in front of him, Blaine's cock halfway down his throat and Blaine's hands threaded through his hair.

Kurt's heart stopped for second, before kick starting to life again and pounding furiously. He felt frozen to the spot.

A long low, breathy moan issued from Blaine's mouth and Kurt felt goosebumps erupt on his arms. He simultaneously wanted to hear the sound again and put his hands over his ears to block it out.

"Hey, hey." Blaine's voice was deep and husky and it sent a thrill his spine. Blaine had opened his eyes and Kurt realized that if Blaine looked out into the hallway, he' would see him standing there. But, Blaine didn't. He was looking down at Wes as he pulled him off his cock with a small popping sound. He took one of his hands off of Wes's hair and reached down to strip his cock hard and fast. With a deep groan, he came all over Wes's face.

Kurt felt himself shudder and his throat felt dry. When Blaine leaned down to kiss Wes with a contented sigh, Kurt finally moved. He felt shivery and rubbery, but he managed to make his way downstairs and out of the house. His head felt cloudy and he had no clue how he was able to ride home.

Later that night as he lay in bed, he kept played the scene repeatedly in his head. He got a hard on, but when he tried touching himself, the image of Blaine kissing Wes loomed large in his mind. Tears filled his eyes and dripped wetly down his cheeks, and he didn't understand why.

More coming sooooon! Only one more chapter! I got WAY too obssessed with their back story! The next chapter will be back to present day Klaine and hot desperate sex! ;)