So hi. I fancied writing something that wasn't WIWYM, but I will carry on writing.

This was an idea that I had floating around for a while but wasn't sure how to write it or whatever, so yeah...

I will write more to this but I'm going to finish my other fic before I start adding to this one, I thought I'd just post the first part because I'm a nice person... Also I'd be grateful if you review or whatever and let me know if you want me to continue this or whatever... So yeah...

I don't own glee or any of the characters.

"Oh God, Blaine, B-Blaine... Nhhhgggggg... I-I have a d-date in... OH! An h-hour!" Kurt managed to tell the short man as he pounded in to him.

"And what do you want me to do about that?" Blaine panted as he gripped Kurt's hips tighter. "Send you a good luck card?" Blaine rhetorically asked as he watched his friend come completely undone, underneath him. This was a usual night for Kurt and Blaine. They had moved in together back in college after meeting at NYU. They had both been in the same music class and seemed to get on like a house on fire. After a drunken night of mind-blowing sex more than once, they had just seemed to jump into bed with each other whenever they felt like it and right now, Blaine felt like it.

"Oh... OH. Right there!" Kurt shouted as Blaine found that bundle of nerves that just drove Kurt wild when Blaine's dick brushed against it. Blaine's thrust's increased and Kurt started to thrust back. Both men were no near the edge as Kurt grabbed his throbbing hard-on and began to pump in time with Blaine's thrusts.

"God, Kurt!" Blaine thrust one last time as he came deep in Kurt's ass, causing the shorter boy to flop onto Kurt from his position above.

"You're such an asshole." Kurt let out an effortless laugh as he pushed Blaine off of him to get something to clean up with.

"Hmmm not what you were saying a minute again." Blaine smirked, receiving a light smack on his bicep from his roommate.

"What am I going to do with you Blaine Anderson?" Kurt huffed as he wiped himself off before throwing the same wash cloth Blaine's way.

"You could stay here instead of going on some crappy date with some crappy date and we can have a do-over?" Blaine raised his eyebrows at the taller boy who just rolled his eyes.

"For some reason, I think that's wishful thinking." Kurt laughed again before disappearing into the bathroom. Blaine flopped back on Kurt's bed and smiled.

He loved his friendship with Kurt, they were so open with each other and they knew exactly what the other liked. What was the point of being in a relationship when you could easily have someone like Kurt in your life? Although the pair were teased by their friends on multiple occasions about being boyfriends, they had both just brushed it off and said what they had was better than that. To be honest, Blaine had never really thought of Kurt in that sense, sure he was extremely attractive and was probably the best person ever in bed, Blaine had never gotten jealous if Kurt came home and announced that he was going on a date. Kurt had always cared for romance whereas Blaine was more of a one-night-stand kind of guy.

Blaine was still laid naked on Kurt's bed with the brown haired boy came out of the bathroom in just his boxer shorts. His hair was still wet and flopped over his forehead, there were little beads of water making their way down his slightly toned chest and Blaine couldn't help but stare as he bent over a little to pull on a clean pair of jeans.

"Don't put it on, TAKE IT OFF!" Blaine joked as Kurt threw his damp towel towards the dark haired boy.

"How about you get your naked ass off my bed and put that beast away." Kurt smirked at him through his mirror as he started to rub different products into his skin.

"I know somewhere I could put this beast." Blaine winked back at him as he got up and made his way towards the door. Kurt had to laugh at the friendship he had with Blaine. He wasn't too sure what they were, friends? Friends with benefits? Fuck buddies? Whatever they were, he had no objections. Blaine was a good lay and he never had to worry about going out and having other guys ogling him and Blaine getting jealous because they were just friends. Although, sometimes Kurt would question how he felt towards Blaine, he would always brush it off and remind himself that Blaine was never the type to start a relationship. The date Kurt had tonight was someone he didn't plan on seeing again. This guy had been harassing him for weeks at work to go on a date but Kurt had always used the lame excuse that he wasn't feeling too well or his aunt Patrice from Idaho was coming to visit and he had to see her.

"I thought you hated this guy anyway?" Blaine shouted out from the living room.

"I do." Kurt shouted back.

"Then please, enlighten me with the parts I am missing." Blaine mocked and Kurt sighed.

"It's to get him off my back."

"Thought I was the only one allowed on your back"

"Very funny Anderson!" Kurt tried to stop the grin that spread across his face, it was weird how some unruly comment like that made Kurt laugh, if it was anyone else, they would have gotten a slap a long time ago. Kurt gave himself a once over in the mirror, making sure he looked okay, not that he wanted to impress everyone. He heard a knock on the door, followed by Blaine's voice.

"I'll get it!"

"You better have clothes on, Mr!" Kurt joked back to his roommate.

"Sadly for you, I do." Kurt heard Blaine reply as he opened the door. That was another good thing about having Blaine around. On the off chance that Kurt did have a one-night-stand, he'd use Blaine as the 'boyfriend' if he was trying to get rid of someone. Blaine was very good at turning on the water works and pretending that walking in on Kurt cheating on him was the end of his life and that he couldn't go on any longer.

"Kurt?" Kurt heard the voice of his work mate shout through his apartment.

"Be out in a sec!" The taller boy replied as he grabbed his phone and picked up his wallet, opening it and removing the condom's he kept in there. He was going to be needing them tonight. Kurt strolled out of his room and winced at the sight of Blaine sat on the couch in an old L.A Lakers jersey, that was about 4 sizes too big for him, clad in his boxers and his legs wide. His gaze was fixed on the TV, with Kurt's date stood awkwardly to the side of the room... If only Kurt could remember his name.

"Blaine." Kurt sighed, sometimes it was like living with a child. "Blaine!" Kurt raised his voice after the man ignored him. Blaine snapped his head up from where he was focused on the TV.

"Yes, peasant?" Blaine said in a mock posh voice.

"I'm going now. Please don't burn the house down or start a swingers club while I'm gone. I'll see you later." Kurt smiled at the shorter boy who just waved him off. Kurt walked out the door with... What's his face following shortly behind him.

"Woah, you would have thought he was a child with the way he acted." Bloke from work laughed awkwardly. Kurt hadn't even looked at his date yet.

"Oh, he's more of a man than you think." Kurt smirked to himself as they made their way out the building.