Evening all... Or morning or whatever time it is for you... I don't know.

This story is literally writing itself which is awesome and It's so nice to see all the feedback, I always love reading it!

I had to whack Santana in there... I love Kurtana friendship... might just be me, any who.

Please let me know what you think, or if you have any ideas, they're always welcome!

I own nothing but a dirty mind.

"Hey Hummel, nice blow job hair." Was the greeting Kurt got from his lovely work mate, Santana Lopez.

"Leave it." Kurt huffed as he walked past her, and made a B-line for the coffee machine placed next to Santana's desk to try and sort his hair out.

"If you're going to deep throat Anderson before you come in here, I suggest you tell him to keep his hands to himself." Santana smirked and Kurt shot her his best bitch-glare.

"Hey Tana, Kurt." Bloke that Kurt can't remember his name announced as Kurt stood up straight. "What were you guys talking out?" He smiled, not taking his eyes off Kurt.

"Hummel's blow job skills."

"Nothing Important." Kurt said through gritted teeth. He loved Santana to pieces but sometimes, she was just too much.

"Well... That's pleasant. I got you guys your coffee!" He said, handing the pair over two Starbucks cups.

"Thanks Reece." Santana smiled, taking her cinnamon latte.

"Reece!" Kurt exclaimed, Santana and Reece both looked around at the younger boy. "I mean... Erm, Thanks." Kurt smiled awkwardly as Reece walked away.

"What was that?" Santana laughed as she went back to typing on her keyboard.

"Well he took me out last night... And I had no idea what his name was." Kurt mumbled, hoping the Latin girl wouldn't hear, sadly she did and blurt out laughing.

"You're kidding right?" She wiped away a tear from her eye.

"No! Look it was the most boring date I've ever been on. Stop laughing." HE once again, shot Santana a bitch stare.

"Why? Too busy thinking about Curly doing you over a table?" She leaned back in her chair and cocked an eyebrow at her friend.

"No... Just..." Kurt sighed, he wasn't too sure why he didn't have an answer for that. He wasn't thinking about Blaine, Blaine hardly crossed his mind the whole night, but now that she had mention Blaine bending him over...

"Kurt? KURT? Oh you weren't... Oh god!" She waved her hand at him in disgust.

"No, no. San- Oh god!" Kurt moaned and placed his hands over his face, trust Santana to come out with something like that. But the thought came back to Kurt... Blaine stood behind him, while he was leaning over his desk. Blaine teasing him, making him beg for it... He had to cross his legs, just the thought of Blaine was making him extremely turned on and now really was not the time...

"So you're honestly telling me that Blaine didn't cross your mind once the whole evening... Not even once?" She questioned, raising her eyebrow at the older boy.

"He- No, no. Of course not." Kurt sighed, Santana really wasn't convinced.

"Why don't you two just date already? I mean, you basically are." She went back to doing her work. Clearly Kurt wasn't going to get out of this as easily as he wanted to.

"We're not... I don't know... I guess we're just not interested in each other like that." Kurt shrugged. He was telling the truth. Sure, Blaine was very attractive and was clearly attracted to Kurt but he'd never looked at Blaine like that. The boy never really seemed like the kind of guy to take you out to dinner before getting you into bed and that wasn't what Kurt wanted. He wanted a relationship, someone he could have fun with and nothing too serious.

"You live together... And have sex, that's like a perfect relationship."

"We're not in a relationship." Kurt snapped and Santana backed off a little.

"Who're you trying to convince there Hummel... Me? Or yourself?" She smirked again. He really did hate her sometimes but that's what made him love her at the same time.

"If I have to listen to Santana describe her one night stands to me again, I think I may just kick myself in the face." Kurt sighed as he hung his jacket up on one of the hooks near the door. He looked to the sofa where Blaine had his guitar on his lap and was scribbling something down.

"I'm good, thanks for asking." Blaine smiled sweetly at him but Kurt was too busy rambling on about Santana.

"I mean, I know we're friends and all but I don't describe my sex life with her." Kurt huffed and plonked himself down on one of the arm chairs and looked at Blaine.

"Well, you can tell her that she's always welcome to watch and join in if she's feeling adventurous." Blaine winked towards his friend.

"You're not my sex life Blaine." Kurt laughed slightly.

"Oh yeah? Name me the last person that you fucked that wasn't me?" Blaine had this little half smile on his face, the one that he always used when he knew he was right.

"That er... What's his face..." Kurt tried to think but to be honest, he hadn't slept with anyone apart from Blaine in a very long time, which made his mind travel back to what Santana told him about them basically being in a relationship.

"Still waiting for a valid answer, honey." Blaine smirked as he continued to write random scribbles down.

"Fine, alright! You win." Kurt sighed as he kicked off his shoes so he could bring knees up to his chest. Blaine looked over at him and sighed, placing his guitar down on the coffee table in front of him.

"Come here." Blaine smiled sweetly as he lent back on the sofa, with one arm around the back of it.

"What?" Kurt looked at him, slightly shocked.

"Get your butt over here, you're tense." Blaine's smile didn't fault. Kurt got up from where he was sat and placed himself next to Blaine, not wanting to get too close; which was weird for him. But Blaine had different idea's, he pulled the boy closer to him and placed an arm around his shoulders, while Kurt got more comfortable and rested his head on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine kept squeezing Kurt's shoulder, making him relax into the shorter boy's touch. Kurt brought his knees up to his chest again and closed his eyes. He felt relaxed for the first time in a while, like nothing else was relevant. "You'll find someone, Kurt." Blaine said into his hair. Kurt turned a little in the other boys arms, so his head was on his chest and his legs were in his lap, he right hand across his stomach.

"It's weird being this close to you with clothes on..." Kurt couldn't help but blurt out. He could feel Blaine's laugh under his hand.

"You could always take your clothes off, I won't protest." Blaine replied, earning a smack on the stomach from Kurt.

"Sometimes I'm pretty sure you think with your penis." Kurt let out an effortless laugh.

"Only for you." Blaine whispered as he placed a small kiss to Kurt's head.