SO sorry about the delay of this chapter! I just couldn't find the time to sit down and finish it, hopefully updates will be a lot faster for the last couple of chapters. Hope you enjoy!

"You better be on your way."

"I am. You're such a pain in the..."

"What was that?"

"Nothing. So what's he like anyway?" Blaine walked down the steps leading up to his home, hearing the sound of the front door closing behind him.

"Just your type."

He ran a nervous hand through his hair as he continued walking down the street. "What's my type, Cooper?"

"Uhm. Taller guys?"

"All guys are taller than me, that's not a type as much as it's just inevitable."

"Right…. Well, you tell me?"

Unattainable sex-gods. Apparently.

"I don't know? Nice guys."

Something inside him laughed sarcastically.

"Hi. You must be Blaine." A definitely taller guy extended a hand towards him outside the doors to the cinema. Objectively speaking he was unquestionably good looking. Blonde hair, nice smile. Well built. "I'm Sam."

Blaine accepted the hand, shaking it in return. "Hi, it's nice to meet you."

They shared a short, awkward silence, followed by the return of that nice smile.

"I got tickets to James Bond. Unless you've seen it?"

Finally remembering to return the smile, Blaine shook his head while looking down at his feet for a second. "Can't say that I have."

Since Sam had bought the tickets Blaine offered to get popcorn and drinks. They shared a large bucket of the caramel flavored ones, Sam holding it in his lap while offering it to Blaine at regular intervals. Afterwards they had gone for a beer followed by a hug goodbye under the street lights as snowflakes fell gently to the ground, Sam softly speaking into his ear that he'd like to see him again. Blaine said he'd call. The whole thing was almost disgustingly romantic.

It was nice. And the guy was obviously hot. And really, really nice.

And yet Blaine couldn't help but wonder if the last couple of weeks he'd spent with Sebastian hadn't successfully ruined him for all other men.

It wasn't that Blaine didn't like his brother. It was just that sometimes he found him borderline insufferable.

"Apparently you told Sam you'd call."

"Did I?"

Cooper eyed him with a hint of disbelief as he took as he took a sip on his beer. "Did you?"

"I don't know." Blaine ran a hand through his hair, looking down into his drink. "I've been busy."

The truth was he'd probably never had this little to do at work, seeing as how pretty much every single student that didn't get a vaccination ended up catching the flu, resulting in half full lecture halls across the college.

"But did you have a good time? Would you want to see him again?"

"Yes." Blaine answered a little too fast. In reality he was just a little sick of his brother worrying about him being alone all the time. Because he was almost 100% sure that he was fine.

Well. Maybe 99%.

"Good. Because I told him to stop by if he'd like to about an hour ago and he just walked through the door."

"What?" Trying to suppress the sudden bolt of shock painted on his face Blaine turned around, and sure enough did a tall, very hot man just walk into the bar. Behind him Cooper stood up to leave.

"And I just realized I'm afraid I might be coming down with a cold so I need to leave. You two have fun now." With a pat on Blaine's shoulder the older brother started making his way through the crowd, managing to greet Sam on his way over. For some reason the whole process seemed to take forever, even though once he had reached the small table Blaine thought to himself that he could have needed more time.

"Hi." Sam smiled, sliding down on the chair in front of him.

"Hi, Sam. Look, I'm sorry I haven't called but I've..."

"Don't sweat it. Another beer?"

Expecting to recite the long list of excuses he had just made up in his mind Blaine just stopped talking for a second, looking at the man in front of him.

"Yeah." He nodded. Smiled back. "I'd love one."

And it wasn't that Blaine was making a habit of sleeping with guys on the first date. As a matter of fact, that had only ever happened once.

But apparently second dates where officially green-lighted as far as he was concerned.

It was nice. The kind of sex he was used to, going over to the other guy's place and having another one or two drinks, followed by the missionary position and eventually passing out on the bed. Sometimes there was coffee the next day.

This was one of those days.

"Sure you had a good time last night?" Sam handed him a cup just as Blaine had pulled his t-shirt over his head as he sat by the edge of the bed. He was just so nice.

"Yeah."

"Me too."

Blaine tried his best to suppress that uneasy suspicion that his bar to have a 'good time' might have been raised unreasonably high.

But it was good none the less.

You're not pathetic.

Blaine had to blink a couple of times as he held the phone in front of his face, laying on the bed pretty much ready to fall asleep. He almost couldn't believe it, let alone know what to say.

A little dramatic, maybe.

He held his breath for what felt like almost two minutes in anticipation of if possibly his phone would buzz another time. It did.

And for the record, I'm not a sex addict.

And maybe if the other man hadn't gone and opened up this floodgate once again, Blaine would have been able to go on and learn to live a peaceful, normal life.

I'm sorry. S

Blaine quickly shoved the phone back into his pocket. Yeah right.

Sam was pouring him another glass of wine, and once again Blaine reminded himself of just how considerate and nice the other guy was.

"Did you like the play?"

Considering whether to be honest or not, Blaine won himself some time as he took a long sip. "Uhm. I didn't really get it."

The taller man let out a heartfelt laugh as he set the bottle down on his kitchen counter. "I hated it. I would never have gone unless my sister was in it, let alone bring a date." He smiled at him, and if there was something that man was capable of doing it was to light up a room. "I'm really sorry about that."

"No problem." Setting his glass down, Blaine took a step closer while attempting to bite somewhat seductively on his bottom lip. "But maybe I'll let you make it up to me anyway."

This was the normal Blaine on a date. Slightly awkward, often blushing. Forced.

Well, usually he wasn't this forward so early on in a relationship or anything that might turn into one for that matter, but lately he'd been rather, to be blunt, hornier than usual.

"Blaine…"

"What?" He heard the hesitation in Sam's voice, and for a second it actually worried him.

"I was thinking, and maybe we should, you know, slow down a little? Because I think you're a really great guy and I don't want to rush things, you know?"

"Oh." He took a step back. Of course, he was right. "No, right."

"I didn't mean to offend you, last time was really, really great."

"No, you're right. I don't usually, you know."

That smile.

"I know."

Within an hour and a half, Blaine was home again.

In bed.

Alone.

Frustration had started to become just another general, lingering feeling somewhere in the pit of his stomach. Blaine was just about to slip a hand down the front of his pajama pants when the phone buzzed.

Remember when you went down on me in the nurse's office?

Fantastic… He held the phone with his left hand, staring blankly at the screen as his right one continued down to its destination.

Another buzz.

I do.

Parting his lips just slightly, Blaine's eyes were now almost transfixed on the small screen as his right hand started touching. Stroking.

You know what I want to do right now?

Blaine didn't need to answer in order to get a reply.

Finger you until you're begging for me to fuck you.

He asked himself if passive sexting was still regarded as sexting.

Then I'd flip you over, drag you up on your hands and knees and fuck you.

All of those things were starting to sound pretty damn good right about now.

I'd fuck you until you scream my name.

Blaine's hand was moving faster. Frantic almost.

Would you like that, Blaine?

"Yes…"

It didn't take long for him to climax, panting on the bed as he tossed his phone onto the nightstand.

He should probably go ahead and delete those messages.

Probably.

TBC