Prepare for smut. Like, right now. If you don't like it, then I'm sorry, but bye.

"F-fuck - Kurt, I - I'm gonna come."

"Shh! Be - ah - be quiet, someone will hear you!"

Seventeen years old, and Kurt was a tiny bit addicted to sex. And by 'a tiny bit'... Well, you get the point.

He'd lost his virginity a year ago, to an eighteen year old - well, now he was nineteen and in college - named Devon. Needless to say, Kurt couldn't stop after that. It just felt too good.

Today he'd weasled his way into somebody's house party when he bumped into his next shag. His name was Finn. He was Kurt's age, on the school football team, really tall and really, really cute. They'd snuck off to the nearest bathroom, and Kurt was currently being fucked against the sink, doing his best to keep the louder moans from escaping.

"O-oh, fuck, I'm coming-" Finn gasped out, slamming into Kurt one more time before filling the condom that had been hastily slipped onto his dick by Kurt. Kurt came soon after, his eyes fluttering shut as his lips parted in a silent moan.

After Finn had tied up the condom and cleaned himself up (which Kurt took the liberty of doing most of with his mouth), Kurt spoke.

"You know, for a straight guy, you really seem to be into dudes."

Maybe it wasn't the best situation to be questioning Finn's sexuality, because the look Kurt received was one of genuine offence. Ugh.

"What? No, I'm not into dudes," he retorted, quite feebly, in Kurt's opinion. "I like chicks."

Kurt snorted, pulling on his briefs. "Well, Hudson, I hate to burst your bubble," he replied, checking his hair in the mirror. Still reasonably decent. "But from where I'm standing, it doesn't exactly look like it."

Finn's frown didn't waver in the least. "But... You have a vagina," he said. Kurt stiffened, and Finn must've not noticed because he only continued, and only made Kurt's newlyfound attitude that much worse. "Aren't you technically a girl?"

"No." Kurt's voice was low, almost a growl, and he could see Finn's flinch in the mirror when he bared his teeth. "I'm a boy. And I think you should leave."

"But-"

"Now."

Finn didn't hesitate to scramble out of the door, completely unbeknownst to his open zipper. Kurt took pride in not telling him about it.

On the way home, Kurt's cell phone started to buzz. He glanced at the screen, rolling his eyes in exasperation when he saw who was calling.

"Blaine, what is it?"

"Kurt. I need you to come home."

Oh no. He sounded angry. And Blaine never got angry. Never. Kurt had known Blaine since he was a baby, and he was the most loving, accepting human being on the planet, whether the issue was with Kurt's genitalia or his fox attributes. This was serious.

Kurt gulped. "Blaine-"

"Now."

Kurt told him that he was on his way before hanging up, his previous frustration now replaced by a wave of anxiety as he hurried home.

Blaine had been Kurt's roommate/guardian/best friend for as long as he could remember. He'd taken Kurt in when he was just a kid, his birth family having abandoned him with the thought that he was too small to survive. He'd been terrified and alone, a homeless baby living behind a dumpster, but Blaine had rescued him from that. He'd accepted him for everything that he was, stood by him through everything. He was Kurt's Person.

And he had never sounded so angry.

Kurt entered the apartment as quietly as he could manage, letting his bag drop to the floor. "Blaine?"

"In here."

Oh god, that tone. Kurt didn't like it, not one bit. He carefully made his way into the sitting room, like any step could make his world come falling down around him.

Blaine was there, sitting with Kurt's laptop open in front of him.

Oh, Kurt thought. That.

It really was no surprise why Blaine was angry, knowing what was on that laptop.

"Get over here," Blaine ordered, and Kurt obliged. Normally he might of been intrigued and a little turned on by his forwardness, but right now he was just scared. His knees were wobbling as he walked, both from fear and the recent orgasm, and he hoped Blaine wasn't about to find the connection between the two.

Blaine turned the laptop to face Kurt. "Care to explain?"

On the screen was a messaging app that Kurt had downloaded a few months back, and the thing that stood out the most in this particular conversation was the dick. Literally, a dick. A photograph sent by one of Kurt's 'partners'. It wasn't just any old dick, either. It was sent from a German werewolf named Mikael - yes, an actual werewolf, and the proof was in the penis. The knot swelled at the base of the erection was more than enough evidence of his species, and Kurt found it to be almost overwhelmingly hot. Not now, however; this was more of a nightmare.

"Blaine, please, just hear me out-"

"What the hell are you doing, Kurt?" Blaine demanded, closing the laptop with a snap and tossing it onto the couch. He stood, at least a foot taller than Kurt, with his arms over his chest.

"I-"

"Throwing yourself around? Giving away your body like some kind of, some kind of..."

"Blaine, please."

"Some kind of slut?!"

Oh.

Kurt actually flinched at the word, his ears flattened against his head and his tail tucked between his legs. He'd been called a lot of things, but never that. It made him feel dirty, filthy, like the things he was doing were the worst possible things a person could do. He knew they weren't, he was just doing what he enjoyed. He was being safe. He wasn't fooling around with any strangers. But it still hurt.

Blaine saw Kurt's reaction, and immediately regretted it. "Kurt, no, I didn't mean that-"

"No," Kurt interrupted him, his eyes welling up with tears. "No, that's a lie, you meant that." His voice was trembling and cracking, like he would burst into tears at any moment. "You think I'm a, a..."

"Kurt, no, that was stupid of me," Blaine pleaded, but Kurt had already run around him, snatching up his laptop and heading straight for his room.

"Lets at least talk about it!"

"Fuck you!" was the last he heard from Kurt before the bedroom door slammed shut behind him.

I'm actually really frustrated that I couldn't post this on Wattpad, because apparently it was 'too mature' or whatever. I've written smut before on there! And this wasn't even that smutty! Hopefully they let me post it here. If they do, then you guys let me know if you think it's too innapropriate. Be honest. If it doesn't then, well, I doubt there'd be much to say, would there?

Aaaanyways, I hope you guys have enjoyed the story so far. If you have any questions then don't be afraid to ask, I will gladly answer them (as long as they don't spoil anything too much). Please comment and favorite and/or follow. I would greatly appreciate it!