Blaine was sitting on the counter getting slightly drunk. Not like Tina, thank God. Sam didn't want to deal with him being sloppy drunk. Blaine was cute drunk. A bit less inhibited drunk. Not caring that one of his curls had come ungelled drunk.

That one loose curl on his forehead: it was really cute. Really sexy. Sam curled it around his finger. Gently touched Blaine's cheek.

Blaine closed his eyes and shook his head. Quietly he asked, "Sam, what are you...?" Then more loudly, "Where's Brittany tonight?"

"Santana's. She broke up with me."

"What!? Why didn't you say something?" He put his hands on Sam's shoulders and pulled him in for a hug. He spread his knees so Sam could stand right in front of him.

"No, it's okay. She just broke up with me for the night. Because Santana's in town."

"Wait." He did that little head shake thing again. He must think it helps him think straight. "So you're broken up for tonight just so she can fuck Santana?" Blaine opened his eyes wide and covered his eyes, apparently shocked at his own language.

"Yes. Exactly."

"And then tomorrow she expects you to just take her back? Like nothing happened?"

"Right. I mean, that that's what she expects. I don't have to."

"Are you going to?"

Sam shrugged. "I kinda like someone else."

Blaine appeared to consider this information carefully. "So...I've had a few drinks, so maybe I'm way off in how I'm reading this. Tell me if I am, okay?"

"Okay."

"It's kinda seems like you've been...flirting...with me...tonight."

"I have been. In fact I'd really like to kiss you. But I don't want to take advantage of the fact that you're drunk."

"I almost kissed you earlier."

"I know. I wish you would've."

"I'm not that drunk, you know." He leaned forward slowly, giving Sam enough time to back away if he wanted. Sam met him halfway. Their first kiss was tentative, almost chaste even. "You want to do that again?" Blaine asked.

"Not really," Sam said. "I was thinking more like this." Their second kiss was unambiguous. Forceful and confident and filled with desire. Dirty. They moaned as they explored each others' oral recesses with their tongues. Sam whimpered when Blaine sucked on his lower lip.

They didn't slow down or separate when they started pawing at each others' clothes. Sam unbuttoned Blaine's shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. Blaine untucked Sam's t-shirt. He couldn't get it off without separating their mouths, so he just pushed it up high enough to have unfettered access to his chest. Neither of them noticed the squeak and the hurried footsteps retreating from outside the kitchen.

Tina ran back upstairs. This was just ridiculous. She was going to ask Cooper to drive her home. Hopefully she had some fresh batteries for her vibrator.

She was about to knock on his door, but then she heard voices from inside. God damn it, if Cooper had someone over, if it was a girl—and it sounded like it was— and Cooper was getting some too and she was the only one who wasn't... Even though she clearly needed it more than these guys...

But no. The voices weren't from live people, he was just watching a movie or something. She listened more closely. Holy fuck, Cooper was watching porn! Her first instinct was to open the door quietly and sneak up on him. But even drunk, she had enough self-control not to do that. She was very proud of herself for her self-control, in fact.

She did the next best thing, which was to knock loudly and yell, "Hey Cooper, can I come in?" She didn't actually wait for an answer, but she did give him what she thought would be long enough to stop the video and cover up or something. She found him fully dressed (damn it), sitting at the desk with a shut laptop in front of him.

"Trina! What do you—"

"Cooper. Blaine is a terrrrrrrible host."

"Well it doesn't look like he's withholding the liquor from you."

This struck Tina as incredibly funny. Because she was drunk. And it was fun to be drunk and she was funny when she was drunk. Lots of things were funny. She laughed so hard she had to hold onto Cooper to keep from falling over. "No," she said when she could speak again. "He's making out with Sam too much to entertain me."

"Oh. That's..."

"Can I sit down?"

"Sure."

Tina fell into his lap. "Thanks. God, I can't believe I'm hanging out with a famous actor! In his bedroom! You're way hotter in person than in your ads."

"Thank you."

"I think you're even hotter than when you taught us how to act." She felt his biceps. "I'm sorry, am I embarrassing you?"

"No, it's okay. I get it all the time."

Tina giggled. "You don't have to entertain me or anything. Let's just watch some videos." She opened the laptop before Cooper could stop her. "Teenage sluts?"

Cooper cleared his throat. "But legal," he said. "See, I'm sure there's fine print somewhere saying that all the actors are at least eighteen."

"It's okay," Tina said. "You know, I'm eighteen."

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Blaine and Sam had finally let go of each others' lips. Sam's shirt was off, and Blaine was kissing all over his chest while his hands roamed his back and neck. He licked and sucked on a nipple while grabbing his ass and pulling it toward himself, and Sam moaned loudly.

"Shh. Artie will...Shit! Artie!"

They ran shirtless into the living room only to find it empty. There was a note on the end table near where Artie had been sitting.

"Dear Blaine, Thanks for inviting me to this awesome party. In case you can't tell I'm being sarcastic. You suck as a host. But you're usually a nice guy so I hope you get lucky. Artie."

He showed the note to Sam. "I guess I better help you get lucky," Sam said. "Otherwise Artie will be pissed at you for no reason." He pulled Blaine toward him by the belt buckle and started to undo it.

Blaine seemed totally sober when he looked into Sam's eyes and asked, "Are you serious?"

Sam looked up from the belt buckle just long enough to say, "Totally serious."

"Let's...let's go upstairs then," Blaine said as his pants slid down to his ankles. "To my bedroom."

"Do you think we'll disturb Tina?"

"No, I'm sure she's passed out."

Blaine stepped out of his pants. They ran up the stairs and into Blaine's bedroom, Sam slamming the door behind them. Blaine tried to shush him, but before he could, Sam's mouth was covering his and he was being pulled onto the bed. He landed on top of Sam and resumed what he'd been doing earlier to his nipples. Sam moaned and squirmed under him.

He rolled partway off—enough to be able to unzip Sam's jeans and push them down to his knees. With one hand toying with a nipple again, he moved the rest of his attentions to Sam's hip, which he caressed and kissed and nibbled at. He placed wet kisses along a line toward the crotch; Sam pushed his boxer briefs out of the way to clear the path.

Blaine took a moment to just look. Sam's cock was beautiful, as beautiful as he had imagined. He tried to let it sink in that this was real, that he was really just inches from the hitherto hypothetical object of so many of his wet dreams and jerk-off sessions. And he got to touch it! Fuck, it was warm and hard and he felt the blood pulsing and it twitched in his hand. And then it wasn't just just twitching, it was thrusting into his fist while Sam made little moaning noises. It would be awesome to see Sam come in his hand, but that wasn't how he wanted it to happen.

Holding the base firmly in his hand, Blaine began covering the shaft with open mouthed kisses. Sam arched and gasped. Anyone doing that to him would feel awesome, but there was something about the fact that it was Blaine that made it hot beyond belief. It wasn't just that it was the first time a guy did that to him. It wasn't even just that Blaine was so obviously into it, that Blaine clearly loved his dick and wanted him more than anyone else had—although that was definitely part of it. It just felt so right, like this was the natural next step for them.

And, Jesus, now his whole cock was in Blaine's mouth and Blaine was sucking on it enthusiastically. He bit his lip and tried not to buck up into Blaine's mouth. It felt so good it was tempting to just let himself go, but he didn't want this to be over too soon. He let Blaine continue for as long as he could stand it, and then he pushed his head away. Blaine moved up, and while they were kissing Sam rolled them over so he was on top. He straddled Blaine and held onto his hair while he sucked a hickey into his neck. He whispered, "How far do you want to take this?"

"As far as you want, Sam. Do you want—"

"I don't know how two guys decide who does what," Sam admitted. "Do you mind if I...?"

"Do you wanna top me, Sam?"

"Uh huh. Is it okay?"

"So okay," Blaine said. He opened his drawer to look for the lube and condoms. He found the lube just fine, but no condoms. "God damn it! Cooper must have raided my supplies to fill that stupid bowl."

"I'll go," Sam said, pulling his underwear back up.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. You just do..." Sam gestured vaguely at the bottle of lube, "whatever you need to do with that stuff."

Sam checked the hallway and, finding it empty, ran downstairs. Looking around for the condom bowl, he heard Blaine coming down the stairs after him. "Blaine, I thought you were..." It wasn't Blaine. It was Cooper, wearing nothing but unbuttoned jeans.

"Oh. Hey there, Stan. I thought you were in Blaine's room."

"Yeah. I..." He spotted the bowl and sidled over to it casually. "I sorta forgot something."

"Yeah." Cooper chuckled nervously, walking toward the same bowl. "Me too."

Sam's mind was racing, but he could only come up with two possibilities. Either Cooper had brought someone into the house without anyone noticing, or he was up there with..."Tina?"

"She's quite a girl, isn't she? I mean quite a woman. She told me she's eighteen."

"Yeah. Yeah, she's something else." Sam grabbed a couple condoms out of the bowl and instinctively tried to put them in his pocket, but of course he didn't have any pockets. "Well, uh...See ya." He turned and intentionally didn't run, but he did walk quickly up the stairs and into Blaine's room.

As soon as Sam was out of sight, Cooper grabbed a condom from the bowl. Then he grabbed two more, just in case. He thought he should probably feel bad that he was about to fuck one of his little brother's high school friends. But she was and adult, and she had come on to him, after all. She obviously wanted him really bad. He got that all the time, of course, but he had to admit it was still a pretty big turn-on.

Plus, Trina was really hot. She was cute and pretty and curvy and soft. And she was warm and she smelled good and her mouth tasted good and her skin probably tasted good too and he was going to find out.

She backed him against the wall as soon as he returned to the bedroom. She kissed his neck and chest and groped his crotch. She was too drunk to be really skillful at it, but she made up for it by being enthusiastic. Cooper reached under her top and discovered she had removed her bra while he was gone. Her tits were soft and perky, and her nipples were erect and she whimpered when he squeezed them. He wondered if she had removed her panties too. He reached under her skirt and, yes, she had. She was super wet, and it was so hot the way she rubbed against his hand. "God, Cooper," she said, "I so want you to fuck me."

Tina unzipped Cooper's pants and pulled them and his underwear down to his ankles in one motion. While she was bent down like that she grabbed his cock and put it in her mouth, mainly to make sure it was hard enough. He really liked that, judging from the noise he made in the back of his throat and the way he tightly gripped her shoulders. So she licked and sucked it a little longer than was strictly necessary—she didn't see any reason why Cooper shouldn't enjoy this too—but not too long because she was so ready for him to fuck her.

Cooper tried to lead her to the bed, but she pushed him onto his chair instead. She rolled a condom onto his cock and held his cock in place as she straddled him and lowered herself onto it. "Oh, fuck, Trina, you're so tight," he said. It was true. It was kind of a tight squeeze and she really should have eased him in, but she was way too impatient.

He tried to pull her top off while she was bouncing up and down on him, but he was having a hard time so she had to do it herself. Cooper groped her breasts and squeezed her nipples—a little harder than she liked, but she didn't care. She grabbed his shoulders to brace herself while she worked herself up and down on his cock, trying slight variations in the angle until she found just the right one. And when she did find the right one, she squeezed harder on his shoulders and went, "Oh fuuuck."

Maybe he thought she was reacting to what he was doing to her breasts, or maybe it was a coincidence, but he picked that moment, the moment when she'd just gotten everything perfect, to change his position so he could suck her breast. "Cooper!" she said, exasperated, but he apparently didn't catch the exasperation because he just did it harder.

She had to lift his head to get him to stop. She threaded her hands into his hair and held his head in place while she kissed him. And she restarted her chase after the perfect angle. She was sweating and her mouth was tired by the time she found it again. But she didn't dare stop kissing him or make a sound for fear he'd move and fuck it up for her again. She moaned silently, inside her head, until her orgasm finally hit and she let it out. She screamed nonsensically as she tightened around him and the convulsions took over. She dug her nails into his shoulders and ground against him jerkily. When her throat got too raw from the screaming, she switched to a mixture of panting and whining. Cooper was saying something but she didn't know what and it didn't matter.

When it was over and she relaxed in his lap, he said, "Pretty good?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Can I move you to the bed now?"

"Uh huh."

Blaine and Sam, in the next room, were really glad when her screaming stopped, as it had been difficult to ignore. Sam, under Blaine's instruction, had been busy using the lube and his fingers to get Blaine's ass ready to take his cock. Blaine had been whimpering and squirming during a good bit of this, and he had started insisting he was ready about the time the screaming started. Sam had made him wait, had made himself wait, because he didn't want to enter his best friend for the first time to the sounds of Tina's sex screams.

By now Blaine was begging him, "Please, Sam, please fuck me now. I can't wait anymore."

"Are you comfortable?"

Blaine shifted a little on the pillow his ass was resting on, and he put one leg on Sam's shoulder. "I'm comfortable. I'm ready. Please."

Sam covered the condom he had on with lube and lined his dick up with Blaine's hole. He slid his cock in slowly, so slowly because it felt so amazing he wanted to draw it out as long as possible. "God, Blaine."

"Sam! Sam, come on, go faster. Please! I can't take it, I need you—" Sam pulled out and thrust in fast without warning. "Fuck, Sam. Yeah, like that." Sam followed it up with more hard and fast thrusts. Blaine's commentary was reduced to "Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The noises Tina could hear Blaine making through the wall, God they were so fucking hot. She had thought she was done, because she usually came hard or she came twice, but not both. But with Blaine fucking Sam right in the next room, it was going to be both. She was on her back on the bed now; Cooper had her legs on his shoulders and he was nibbling an ankle. The ankle thing was nice, but the position would not do for her second orgasm. "Lay on your back!" she told him.

"But—"

"Cooper!"

Cooper pulled out and got on his back, and she climbed on. She was grinding in time to Blaine's shouts from the next room. When they turned into a long, steady cry, she pictured Blaine shooting his load into Sam's ass, Sam on his hands and knees taking it, and she lost it for the second time.

Blaine didn't notice Tina's cries while he was coming. The only sensations that were registering for him were Sam's cock nailing him, nailing his prostate perfectly, and his own cock erupting in Sam's hand.

Sam was aware of Tina's noises, but they couldn't distract him from his own inevitable orgasm, which he'd just barely managed to hold back until Blaine was done. He pumped jerkily into Blaine, unloading as the tremors washed over him. He gave one last thrust before he withdrew and threw the condom away and collapsed next to Blaine.

They lay quietly, just listening to each other breathe, until Cooper's muffled moans broke the silence. And then Tina's again. Blaine covered his head with the pillow. Sam said, "Good for Tina. Maybe she'll be a little more chill at school on Monday."