A/N: Well, this only took forever. I've been absurdly busy. It's just…wrong. But, somewhere between the all the madness and roommate drama, I find time to write porn! Yay! Many thanks to JennyLeah and Samee-89 for inspiration! This is unbeta-ed as usual—I try to catch all the mistakes and strange things I accidentally type at 3am, but…I always miss a few! Let me know if you find any!

There was absolutely no way they were ever going to live this down. Reformed or not, Puck was still going to tell everyone what he'd just heard.

Kurt and Blaine quickly zipped up their pants, and Blaine wiped the come from his hands, throwing the tissues into the toilet and flushing them down.

Kurt balled his fists up over his eyes and took a deep breath. He opened them to see Blaine watching him with amusement.

"You think this is funny?" Kurt asked incredulously in a hushed tone.

Blaine shrugged. "A little. I'm still completely horrified and embarrassed, but…yes. It's kind of hilarious."

"What are you two whispering about in there?" Puck asked. "It's not like you can really have that much to hide from me after what I just heard."

Kurt sighed. "You're not going to go away, are you?"

"Nope."

Blaine opened the door. Puck was leaning against the sinks, completely comfortable and at ease.

Kurt's face was beet red as they stepped out of the stall—Blaine had never seen him so uncomfortable and embarrassed before, not even when they'd tried to talk about sex last spring.

"Aw, come on Hummel," Puck said, in a tone of voice that Blaine guessed was supposed to be soothing. "I don't know what you're so embarrassed about. Sounds to me like you did a damn good job in there."He slapped hand across Kurt's back and apologized when it sent him stumbling forward a few steps.

"Right Anderson?"

Blaine tilted his head curiously. "What?"

Puck smirked. "You enjoyed yourself, right?" It sure as hell sounded like it to me."

Blaine's cheeks flushed, but he forced himself to meet Puck's gaze. "Kurt is…very talented."

"And kinky, apparently," Puck added, grinning at them.

Kurt looked like he was about to blow a blood vessel. Kind of like Finn did when he'd discovered Blaine's underwear on the floor. They weren't related or raised together, and they had adopted each other's mannerisms. Adorable.

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

"You're just jealous," Blaine said teasingly.

Puck nodded shamelessly. "Kind of. None of the girls I've ever been with would ever let me get away with shit like that. Honestly, dudes, that was hot."

Blaine didn't think it was possible, but Kurt's face grew even redder as both of their eyes unwittingly slid to the slight bulge in Puck's jeans. Blaine just barely stopped himself from gulping. No wonder Puck was so popular with the ladies. He probably knew how to use all of that too. Blaine realized where his thoughts had gone and shook his head to clear it.

"Not everyone can be us," Blaine said with more nonchalance than he felt. "Ready, Kurt?"

Kurt nodded and bolted for the door, his hand jerking roughly out of Blaine's as he escaped Puck's presence.

"So…" Blaine began, his voice still a little rough from the hard press of Kurt's hands around his throat, "You're not really going to tell everyone what you heard, are you?"

"Nah," Puck said, shrugging. "I'm gonna go jack off and then I'll just reference it every five seconds and make Kurt blush. It's kind of fun when he gets his panties in a bunch."

Blaine laughed and pointedly ignored the first part of Puck's reply. "Yeah, it kind of is." He cleared his throat, and rubbed. "Well, if I can count on your discretion…I'll see you tomorrow."

Puck winked at Blaine and entered one of the stalls. Blaine practically flew out of the bathroom—he didn't want to hear any part of what was about to happen in there. Well, maybe a little. The idea of Puck jerking off to what he'd heard between Kurt and Blaine was simultaneously awkward and arousing.

"What did you two talk about?" Kurt demanded once the door shut.

Blaine grinned. "Nothing. Puck was just being Puck. Are you jealous?"

"Blaine!" Kurt hissed.

Blaine shrugged. "He said he's not going to tell anyone. He might be a little insufferable, though. Me? I'll just enjoy watching you get riled up."

Kurt huffed and rolled his eyes. "Because you get mind-blowing sex when I get riled up."

"I can't really complain," Blaine agreed. "Homework?"

Kurt smiled. "I don't have much."

Blaine sighed. "I do." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "But I think I can get through it pretty fast with more than enough time to…well, you know."

Kurt grinned. "Oh, I know."

Unfortunately, Burt was at home when they arrived.

"H-hi," Blaine stammered, cheeks flooding pink. The last time he'd seen Burt, they'd had that terribly awkward conversation.

"Hey Blaine," Burt said, all smiles. "What are you up boys up to?"

Before Blaine could stutter out an answer, Kurt frowned and scolded him for the regular coke he'd just noticed in his father's hands.

Burt shrugged and grinned, his light grey eyes gleaming. "I know you're not happy unless you get to nag me about my eating, so I didn't want to ruin your day, kiddo."

Blaine cracked a smile in spite of himself.

Kurt, who was not to be dissuaded, plucked the soda from Burt's hands and went to the kitchen to throw it out.

Blaine stood there awkwardly and rubbed his hands together.

"So," Burt said, turning to face him fully, "How's the transfer going for you?"

Blaine relaxed. "Pretty well. Dalton was pretty rigorous—I'm getting by just fine at McKinley."

Burt tilted his head. "If Dalton is so great, and I know it is, why'd you transfer?"

Blaine blushed and looked away. "Well…I…" he stopped and took a deep breath, forcing himself to return Burt's gaze. "I love him," he said softly. "It was too hard to be away from him."

Burt eyed him coolly. "I believe you," he said finally. "But I'm not sure how I feel about it. You kids are getting real serious, real fast. Be careful."

"I would never-"

Burt waved his protest away. "I don't think you would. But you could hurt each other if you aren't careful, that's all. I'm gonna let you in on a little secret—I like you, Blaine. You seem like a good kid and you make Kurt really happy, so I don't want you to get hurt either."

A smile spread itself over Blaine's face. He flushed a little and looked down. "T-thanks. I wish…" he stopped himself, unsure if what he wanted to say would sound strange, even though he'd kind of said it once before in the garage. "Kurt's lucky to have you."

Kurt chose that moment to cough from the doorway, where he'd obviously been standing for a while. His eyes were soft and silvery as he smiled at his father, shouldered his bag, and started for the stairs. Blaine nodded at Burt and dashed up after him.

"Well it looks like you and my dad had a pretty serious conversation," Kurt said once they'd settled into their homework.

"Yeah," Blaine replied. "But I'm pretty sure you heard all of it. It doesn't take that long to pour coke down the sink and come back."

Kurt batted his eyes and placed a hand over his chest. "Why Blaine, are you accusing me of eavesdropping? I would never!" His voice was dripping with sarcasm.

Blaine grinned back. "Of course not. But, now that you mention it…"

Kurt laughed. "So, I might have heard you telling him that you love me." He looked down. "I hadn't told him we'd said that yet."

"Oh," Blaine breathed. "Shit, I'm sorry. Well not sorry…I do love you. So much it scares me."

Kurt cocked an eyebrow. "What exactly does that mean?"

Blaine put his pencil down and closed his eyes for a minute. He breathed deeply and turned to face Kurt. "I don't know what I'd do if I had to be without you. If something happened to you, or we couldn't go to college near each other. If you ever broke up with me. I don't know what I'd do. You have so much power over me in every way and as much as I trust you and love you…it terrifies me sometimes. How can I feel so much about you? It throws me for a loop every time I think about it."

The air rushed out of Kurt's lungs as the corners of his eyes grew a little misty. He closed them tight and took a few deep breaths. "Wow, Blaine. Just…wow," he whispered.

Blaine fidgeted nervously as Kurt gathered his thoughts.

"You mean a lot to me too, Blaine," he said breathlessly. "I love you more and more every day. You've given up a lot for me and it blows my mind. I told you I was never saying goodbye to you, and I meant it."

Blaine's eyes gleamed. "Kurt, I didn't give up anything for you—why would you say that?"

Kurt's face twisted painfully as he looked away. "You left the Warblers for me. You guys are amazing, and you were the lead—you could still be now. At McKinley, you aren't…you have to stand and sway in the background more often than not."

"Kurt," Blaine breathed. "No. I love to sing and perform, and I get to do those with you every day and it's better. Sometimes I miss my friends, but I still see them. The Warblers were basically about me and now, well, everyone gets a chance to shine and that's a good thing."

Kurt smiled weakly. "You left Dalton for me. Dalton is…amazing. I know you're smart enough to get into a seriously amazing school. Like Columbia or Harvard, and…well, it's going to be harder from McKinley. You have had bad experiences in public school—you came back, you risked that things could be worse for you…you did all of that for me."

Kurt shut his eyes and breathed deeply. It hurt to say it. Blaine had given up so much for him, and Kurt? What had Kurt done for him? Nothing.

Blaine took Kurt's hand in his. "Kurt, none of that is true. I left Dalton because I was hiding there, and I was sick of it. I told you I ran away and that it left me with a lump in my chest. Part of this is me making the past right. My grades were good at Dalton, and they're still good now. I'm sure I'll be able to get in somewhere good. I transferred because of me—I told you that. I'd rather get beaten up and slushied every day with you at McKinley than pretend like the past doesn't exist at Dalton. The real world is cruel for us sometimes, and…honestly, I needed to face that sooner rather than later. And the best part is that I get to do it all with you."

Kurt's face crumpled as the tears began to fall. "Blaine," was all he could manage to say before launching himself at his boyfriend and squeezing him tight as he pressed his face into Blaine's shoulder and tried not to sob too loudly.

"Kurt?" Blaine said unsurely as he gently ran his hands up and down Kurt's back.

"I'm fine. Just...really, really happy," Kurt whispered. He pulled away, a little calmer and kissed Blaine's lips softly. They heard footfalls on the stairs and turned back to their homework.

With the new rules about Blaine being over and Puck practically stalking them whenever they were together at school, Kurt and Blaine had only been able to steal quick kisses here and there. They were both going insane.

"This is killing me. I'm getting so desperate," Blaine breathed into the phone one night as they lamented their inability to find places to be alone.

Kurt's breath hitched. "Blaine…you sounded…really hot just now."

"Oh really?" Kurt could feel Blaine smirking at him. Well, two could play that game.

"Yeah. How desperate are you, Blaine? Tell me."

Blaine swallowed loudly. "Kurt…are you saying you want to…"

Kurt blushed a little, and he was glad Blaine couldn't see him. "Yes. This way we can at least get off together."

"Okay," Blaine said. "I've been thinking about you a lot at home. How much I want to suck you." His voice faltered a little, the last part was said in a whisper. Blaine was nervous, so was Kurt, but something about Blaine's hesitancy to say all the things that he was thinking was more than a little arousing.

"Suck me where?" Kurt asked, feeling a little evil as he did so.

Kurt could practically feel Blaine squirming, and the thought made him feel deliciously hot and wicked.

"Your cock," Blaine whispered finally.

"What about it?" Kurt teased, as he slipped his hands into his pajama bottoms and began to palm his cock through his underwear.

"I want to…suck your cock, Kurt."

A thrill ran through Kurt. "Good boy. Now tell me more."

"I love how big you are—how I have to work hard to take it, how you grab my hair when you're about to come. I love the way you taste…I love how rough you are with me."

"Why?"

"Because…I'm a slut for you."

"Blaine," Kurt whispered hoarsely. "That's…fucking hot."

"Do you like it when I tell you how fucking hot you make me? How I'd do anything just to get you to touch me?" Blaine was practically growling.

Kurt whined softly as his hand moved faster on his cock.

"Are you touching yourself?" Blaine asked breathlessly.

"Yes," Kurt moaned. "Are you?"

Blaine inhaled sharply. "Yes."

The idea of Blaine with his hands on his cock, breathing heavy, lips parted and eyes shut tight was too much for Kurt.

"Shit…Blaine…keep talking to me." He gripped himself harder and his face flushed as he teetered perilously close that delicious edge.

Blaine moaned into the phone and Kurt's hips jerked upwards. "I want you to fuck me, Kurt. We haven't done that yet, but God, I want your cock sliding in and out of my ass, I want you to fuck me hard and make me come around you, screaming your fucking name."

"Shit, Blaine, Fuck," Kurt moaned as he arched and came all over his hand. Breathing heavily, he tried to get calm.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he said in a rush. "Blaine…that was…hot. Such a good boy."

Blaine mmm-ed in response. "Kurt, fuck, I love it when you call me that…listening to you…fuck I'm gonna come," he whined. He wasn't making sense anymore, but Kurt knew what he meant—knew what he wanted.

Kurt's voice was rough and low as he said, "Beg me for it, like the good little slut that you are."

Blaine whimpered softly. "Fuck, Kurt, please, can I come please? Please."

"Good boy," Kurt breathed. "Such a good fucking boy, begging for it like a fucking whore."

"Kurt!" Blaine cried out sharply. "Please let me come," he begged.

Kurt paused for a moment, took a deep breath and murmured, "Come for me."

Kurt's pulse quickened as Blaine breathed and moaned into the phone and he wished more than anything that he was there. He knew what it looked like when Blaine came—how he squeezed his eyes shut and his mouth fell open. The image was burned on his brain, even though he'd only seen it twice.

"Kurt," Blaine said once his breathing had calmed a little. "We have to find a way to be alone together. I really, really want you to fuck me. I want to fuck you…Fuck, I just want to do everything."

Kurt swallowed. "Me too, Blaine. Me too."

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