Author Notes; Thank you chaotic-reactions for being my awesome beta. Even though I'm updating this quickly. I just wanted to let you know not to expect more than one update a week. I'll try but I have a family and responsibilities but I will try to update as much as possible. I love all your reviews thank you so much for supporting me.

Warning: Sexiness ahead

Chapter 2

Kurt turned to lock the door and sighed heavily, releasing the stress of the day. He allowed his body to relax and listened carefully to the apartment, making sure everything was still. Satisfied, he walked to his closet and pulled a box from the top self. He set it on his bed and pulled out his Woodwick Trilogy candles. He set them on the dresser so the flames would reflect in the mirror, lit each one and inhaled deeply. The smell of cinnamon chai, ground cinnamon, and spiced ru circled the room.

He turned to his box and set out his Ultra Wet lube. It was his personal favorite- it felt silky and but wasn't and most importantly it did not stain his sheets. He set it on the night stand in reach for when he was ready for it. He moved the Kleenex box beside the lube for clean-up and turned towards the box, looking at the variety of toys he had to choose from.

His collection was a somewhat small one- he didn't have a vast sexual appetite and preferred to keep it simple. He checked the door again before pulling out the Pink Jellie Prober. Nine inches tall and a meaty two and half inches wide. The realistic dildo had veins, bulges, and fleshy details. He stroked the fake cock, already familiar with the toy. He set it on the bed and set the box down on the floor out of the way. He turned and faced the mirror as he undressed. He hadn't changed much since high school. His face wasn't as nearly round, his hair was shorter and he had grown at least another inch. He folded his shirt and laid it on the dresser. His stomach was firm and sculpted - he spent two hours at the gym every morning to keep this figure. What good it did him he didn't know; it wasn't like anyone else enjoyed the results of his hard work. He pushed down his pants and briefs and stepped out of them.

He turned away from the mirror and climbed onto his bed getting on his knees. He turned and fetched the lube, adding a small amount to the tip of his middle and index fingers and put it aside for now. He reached behind him and pressed the two fingers to his rosebud. He gasped at the coldness and slowly made circles around it, then gradually pushed in.

He pushed out so that his fingers passed the ring of muscles with ease. He bit his lip as he felt the burning sensation, but only needed a second for it to pass. His cock tingled with interest and with his free hand he reached down to palm it.

He moaned softly and pulled at the head of his cock, his fingers sliding in and out of his ass. His breath quickened and his heart pounded and he was unable to maintain the slow work up and begun to scissor his fingers preparing him for the toy.

"Oh." He gasped quietly.

He had trained his voice not to carry. Being interrupted in the middle of what he was doing was not an experience he wished to become familiar with. He bent down, catching himself with one arm to steady and balance his weight as he works in a third finger

His hips jump forward as he pumped the fingers in and out of himself and stopped when he ran out of breath, and then he extracted the fingers reached for the dildo at his side. He coated it generously with the Ultra Wet, then leaned forward, grasping the cock at the head and guided it inside of him. He hissed at the intrusion and paused.

Slowly Kurt pushed the rest of the cock inside, inch by thick inch. By the time he reached the base he was moaning and humping his bed. He bit his sheets as the feeling of fulfillment trembled through his body. He pushed his hips up and gasped the base firmly, pulling it in and out at a slow speed.

He laid flat on his bed, turning his face to the side and reached beneath him and begun to jerk his already leaking dick. He closed his eyes imagining a man behind him. Someone with big hangs touching and gripping his hips leaving marks on his pale flesh. He's so big and strong that Kurt knows he would feel him for days.

Moaning from his powerful imagination, he began to pick up speed pushing it in and out of his body rapidly.

"Yes." He gasped.

He only stopped because his arm begun to cramp and pulled the cock out slowly, forcing himself to his feet. He looked up and caught himself in the mirror- his cheeks flushed, lips full. He added just a touch of lube and turned bent over the bed and reinserted the cock from behind. He used his stronger arm and begun to slammed the cock inside of him.

His hips thrust forward and rubbed against the mattress, giving him the friction he needed. He felt the turn in his stomach, the building heat, his balls drew up and he bit his lip hard to prevent him from being too loud. He came hard, clenching down on the dildo the bed in front of him covered in his seed.

Kurt gasped and tried to catch his breath. "I need a man." He said and turned looking at himself sadly in the mirror.

"Fucking hell." Dave cursed, as he spilled his morning coffee on his shirt. He grabbed a napkin from his desk and dabbed it several times. His paralegal stopped with an arm full of books and turned to look over the damage.

"That's karma you know." She said matter-of-factly.

"Ha ha ha. Karma is when a boss withholds pay from smart mouth little minion." Dave said and stood up. Jackie laughed, put the books aside and walked up. "Your extra tie should cover that up" She said and rested her hip against the desk.

"So did someone die?" She asked.

He looked up his brow wrinkled "No." He said soberly. "Just visiting."

"Yeah, thanks for the heads up" She said bitterly. Dave smiled at her apologetically "I'll still be working on the case in Ohio and we'll use Skype if we need to update one another." He walked to her and put a hand on each side of her shoulders.

"Out of all my minions, I trust you the most."

Jackie glared at him. "You gave this speech to the others already didn't you?"

Dave chuckled. "Yes, but I only mean it to you." He winked and checked his watch. "Well, I have a flight to catch" He said and, leaned over his desk and dug through his drawer finding the extra tie. "Watch the fort." He said saluted before he hurried out of the door before someone else caught him.

He signaled a cab. "DC Airport." He told the cabbie when he got out to help him with his two suitcases. He gave a nod in acknowledgement and Dave went ahead and settled into the back seat and pulled out his phone texted Santana.

-Estimated arrival 4:00pm don't be late bitch- He texted.

-Not like u can't afford rental car asshole-

He laughed out loud at her reply and shoved his phone into his pocket. God help him, they were going to kill one another.

"Brady…I need to make a stop." Santana said and closed her cell phone. Brady eyebrow lifted. "Official stop?"

"Sure, go with that." She shrugged and pulled down the vanity mirror. "I need to go to the Hudson-Hummel house hold, it's 42 East…"

"Yeah, I know" He said. Santana was checking her lip gloss and cut her eyes at him surprisingly.

"Well, I remember his kid." He laughed. "Got a few calls from him, complaining."

Santana looked back at her reflection "Rightfully so."

Brady did a u-turn. "All you gays hang out or something?"

Santana smirked and pushed up the vanity mirror. "Of course, didn't you know we were planning world domination and are going to molest and convert you?"

Brady laughed. "Molest me any time, Lopez."

She turned and looked out the window. "You're a dick, Brady."

Picking her up with ease, Finn carried her to his bed the twin mattress. It was definitely not fitted for two people making it a bit awkward but also forced their bodies together in a hot, totally intimate position. Already shirtless, Finn begun to kiss her neck as his hands fumbled with the buttons of her dress. Quinn gasped and tilted back her head, giving him more access and patiently waiting for him to undress her. It is always tempting to forgo the foreplay for the instant gratification but Quinn enjoyed the process. And being that affairs are usually a rushed experience with the thrill of being caught, when they had time Quinn wanted to make love, slow, intimately…filled with passion that her marriage is void of.

He unbuttoned her dress to her navel and kissed down newly exposed flesh. He swirled his tongue over her collar bone he pushed back her dress, exposing a lacy bra. He leaned down, kissing her nipple through it and running his tongue across the cloth. Her breath hitched and her legs parted, inviting his second hand that was creeping up her thigh.

He grinned when hairs brushed against his finger tips and he leaned up and kissed her deeply. Quinn was never adventurous in bed but she did do small things that set his blood on fire, such as not wearing underwear. He swirled his tongue around hers and parted her lips with his fingers he slowly inserted a finger into her velvet warmth. He moaned into her mouth and he slowly pumped his finger in and out of her before pulling them out and finding her clit. Using her natural lubrication, he made slow circles with his middle and index finger.

She squirmed with want. She wasn't a vocal lover but all Finn had to do was look at her to know he was doing it right. His fingers increased in speed, her lips parted and she arched her back. "Finn." She gasped. Finn sat up getting a better position and palmed his erection through his pants.

"You are so beautiful." He whispered.

She smiled at him between gasp. "Please, I need you."

Finn pulled her up, lifting her dress. Quinn reached behind her and unhooked her bra, knowing that it would take several minutes for his large hands. She bit her lip and allowed the bra to slide off her shoulders, exposing her small but perky breasts.

Finn groaned with desire and reached forward, brushing his thumb across one. Quinn wet her lips and reached down, unbuckling his pants. His penis was pressed hard against her leg, eager for release. Finn stood up and snaked out of his pants and underwear. His cock jumped free and slapped his stomach.

"Condom." She said, halting him as he approached her. As much as she wanted him, she wasn't going to let that thing near her without proper protection. He nodded and dug through his messy wardrobe producing an unopened wrapper. He quickly tore it with his teeth and slid in on his dick with practiced ease. Quinn gave him approving smile and laid back down gesturing for him to join her. He climbed onto the bed and on top of her, being careful not to hurt her tiny frame. He leaned down and kissed her gently as he positioned his hips. With the head of his cock he gently spread her lips and filled her. She gasped and clung to his back, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He used his arms to prop himself up and adjust his weight as he slowly began to thrust inside of her. She rolled her hips, meeting his thrust gasping softly each time his cock brushed against her clit. He closed his eyes and focused.

He didn't have the same problem he had when he was in high school. However if he wasn't constantly holding back it would be an early night, and an unsatisfied Quinn wasn't a very fun person to be around. He moaned loudly. God he loved her and how she felt around his dick. It was heaven- he was sure of it, but he didn't know how to make her his. He had been trying for over a year to convince her to leave her husband. She was obviously unhappy and he was first class asshole.

Finn steadily picked up speed, and her gasps turned to moans. She reached up, kissing and licking his ear. He bit his lip. God, she knows what that does to him. He reached down, picking up her hips, giving himself more room and began to thrust faster into her. "Oh, Finn." She gasped.

Finn pulled out and lifted her with ease. She followed his direction as he laid back and she straddled him. She reached beneath her and guided his penis back inside of her, then slowly sat down. He reached up, stroking her breast with one hand and as she began to grind against him, rolling her hips on his cock. He reached down and used his thumb to play with her clit. Her body jerked with pleasure. "Oh, Quinn." He whispered. "Oh God, more… faster."

His fingers worked her hard as she began to bounce on his manhood. "Oh God, Quinn, oh God, I'm gonna explode."

"Not yet." She cried. "Almost there…almost there."

He clenched his eyes shut and grabbed her hip with his free hand, forcing her down and he kissed her hard as he began to thrust hard and deep into her, lifting his hips completely off the bed. Her breathing was uneasy and her body trembled with her approaching orgasm.

She inner walls tightened around him with an almost painful sounding cry. Finn came, filling the condom. "I love you." He whispered softly.

Quinn gave him a painful look and rolled off him. Finn, unable to move due to his jelly legs, watched her gather her clothes. "Don't say that."

"I do." Finn said honestly.

She brushed back her hair. "Why do we keep doing this to each other?" She asked, wiping a tear away. "Breaking each other's hearts once or twice wasn't enough?"

Finn breathed heavily out of his nose. "They say third time is a charm."

She laughed and tilted her head up, praying for God to give her courage. Finn sat up, still a little light headed. "Do you have to go?"

"He's going to be back tomorrow." She replied and walked towards the bathroom to take a shower.

"You got time for lunch?" He asked hopefully.

Quinn nodded. "Yes." She said, unable to meet his eyes. "I do."

He grinned widely and reached down for his boxers. "Awesome."

He went upstairs and began to look through the cabinets looking for something suitable to eat. He pulled out the bread to make a couple of sandwiches when the doorbell rang. He walked to the door to tell them that he's broke and or not interested in their religion, and cracks open the door and blinked in surprise when he saw Santana standing there with a shit eating grin.

Everyone in town knew about Santana becoming a police officer and even though he was scared of her, she looked damn good in her uniform. It kinda reminded him of a porno he watched once. He reached down to push his dick down. He wasn't stupid enough to get a hard on around Santana, especially when she's in uniform and Quinn's down stairs.

His eyes widen when he realized Quinn was downstairs. Their affair was extremely hush-hush, so he knew that he had to get rid of her quickly.

"Um, yeah?"

"Always had a way with words, Crème Tits."

Finn looked down at his nipples self-consciously. "Did I break the law or something?"

She tilted her head "I dunno…did you?" She asked and gave him a dry look, drawing attention to the half way closed door and his nervous behavior. Oh yeah, he was hiding something. She wet her lips. "In fact, there is reasonable cause to investigate." She said and pushed the door with enough force it caused an unsuspecting Finn to stumbled backwards

She walked in and closed the door behind him and gave him a look up and down. "Hey!" He said and reached for the door. Santana grabbed his hand and turned his wrist roughly, rotating his shoulder. Finn cried out in pain as she forced his body to turn and she slammed his front against the wall, pinning his arm behind his back. "That could be sexual assault right there."

"No way!" He said. "I was reaching for the door."

"You are mostly naked, probably drunk and looked like you were reaching for my silk igloos."

"What?" Finn cried out. "I don't even know what those are!"

Quinn stepped in the hallway with just a bathrobe on. "Finn, what are you…" She gasped when she saw Santana.

"Oh, this is rich." Santana grinned and released Finn. Finn grumbled and rubbed his sore wrist.

"What do you want, Santana?"

Santana smirked, tilting her head. This was better than she could have hoped for. "I'm asking the questions here." She said, as she walked up and did a circle around Quinn like a vulture. Quinn stood there, frozen. Santana and she had never gotten along, and she knew that Santana wouldn't blink twice to using to this to her advantage…which meant she wanted something.

"No." Quinn said. "Finn is right. What do you want?"

"How about a coffee – cream, no sugar. And put some clothes on. Seeing you naked once turned me into a lesbian, God knows what will happen if I see it again."

Finn looked at her in confusion as Quinn grabbed him by the arm and tugged him towards the basement "Is that true?" He whispered as Quinn physically forced him down stairs.

"Shut up, Finn." She said, bringing her hands up to her hair. "I need to think."

Finn nodded and moved away, grabbing his clothes quickly getting dressed.

"Okay." She said, turning towards him. "We are going to go back up, there cool and collected." She said, and grabbed her dress. "No point in denying it. Gut we cannot make it appear like we're desperate to keep it a secret."

"But…aren't we?" Finn said looking around in confusion.

"Finn!" She said, snapping her fingers. "Of course we are, but we can't let her know that. We are going to find out what she wants …In fact, don't talk, Finn."

Finn nodded, agreeing. That was likely for the best. "Did I really turn her lesbian because I thought they were born that way?"

Quinn rolled her eyes and grabbed her dress, quickly dressing and leaving him to figure that out himself. Santana was helping herself to some coffee and turned and smiled at Quinn.

"How are you doing, Mrs. Governor?"

Quinn hesitated for a moment and walked over to the table and sat down. "Quinn Ike now right?"

Quinn looked up but did not answer "I really liked your speech about abstinence." Santana said looking at her nails "It was informing and a load of bullshit."

"It's important." Quinn said. "That young girls don't make the same mistakes I did."

"So, when do you plan on starting your speech about adultery?"

Finn walked up scratching the back of his head and sat down next to Quinn, keeping his mouth shut just as she instructed. Quinn breathed heavily through her nose, trying to control her anger.

"What do you want, Lopez…money?"

Santana tilted her head, temped. Especially since the whore was stacked with it. "Nope, don't want handouts. Your husband has a nasty view on gay rights."

Quinn exchanged glances with Finn before she looked away. "I can't control his opinion and I don't have the influence to make him."

"Oh yeah, you're just the trophy wife." Santana grinned.

"That's enough." Quinn snapped. "I know you, Santana. You want something. Now, stop trying to terrorize me and tell us what you want."

Santana sat down, getting serious. "Here's the deal." She folded her arms in front of her. "I told Karofsky that we were having this super gay glee get together two weeks before the reunion and was going to perform during it."

"That's a really good idea." Finn said, his eyes lightening up. Santana smirked nodded "I need you two to make it happen."

Finn nodded. "Awesome! I was just telling Sam how I missed everyone." Quinn reached over and touched his arm.

"Why did you tell Karofsky that? What is your angle?"

"I needed him down here two weeks in advance." She said, voice softer. "And that reason is neither of your concerns. But, as return favor I'm going to try to get Kurt to fall in love with him."

Both Finn and Quinn eyes widened. "What?" Finn said. "No!"

"I don't want to trick or force him." She said.

"No not after what he did." Finn continued with a nod.

Santana glared. "That was like 11 years ago!"

"Doesn't matter, some people don't deserve to be forgiven."

Santana nodded. "You better rethink that Finn. Between the three of us we've done some things not worthy or redemption."

The two looked down at their hands. "I dunno. Still, it's Karofsky. What did you have in mind?"

Santana shrugged. "To give him a chance to show Kurt what an amazing man he has become. Dave doesn't know I'm doing this because God knows that ass bandit won't forgive himself and do it for himself. I just need to create opportunities."

"That's it?" Finn asked. "No drugs, or ropes, or liquor?"

"Not unless Kurt asks for it." She shrugged. "Who am I to judge someone else's kinks?"

Finn shuddered. He didn't want to think of his brother like that, especially with Karofsky.

"Fine." Quinn said. "We'll get everyone together and set up." She added bitterly. "But I want your word that you won't tell anyone about us. It would ruin me."

Santana stood up. "As long as Kurt is here then I won't say a word. You screw this up, I'll ruin you quicker than a little couch jumping did Tom Cruise."

Finn watched as Santana turned swaying her hips like she owned the place. …Well at the moment she did.

"What songs can we do?"

Santana stopped and shrugged "It's your idea, Crème Tits. You figure it out."

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