A/N: No more teasing. Shit's about to get real. Real smutty that is.

Warnings: Threesomes and a wee bit of underage drinking. Again, at this point, you probably are totally down with the idea of a threesome. Otherwise you're nuts for reading this chapter.

This chapter was difficult to write and a lot of work, but…I hope you enjoy it!


"Blaine!" Kurt scolded. "Stop pacing. Puck is coming. He's way too interested not to. So if you would just sit down and—"

The doorbell rang. Blaine's face paled and he froze. "Ohmygod!" Blaine breathed. "Oh my god!"

Kurt rolled his eyes when Blaine remained motionless, his face the perfect picture of panic and surprise. "I guess this means I should answer the door." He pushed off his perch on the edge of the Anderson's plush leather sofa and walked to the door. He opened it, and Puck was there, looking just as nervous as Blaine. He stood there awkwardly, shuffling back and forth on his feet.

Kurt arched an eyebrow. "What are you waiting for, an engraved invitation?"

"Right. Yeah," Puck said, his voice gruff as he stepped inside the house.

"You brought the wine, right?"

Puck nodded, patting his backpack.

"Well, bring it with you into the living room. You can leave your bag by the stairs. I'll get some glasses. Blaine's in there," Kurt said over his shoulder as he waved in the direction of the living room and strode off to the kitchen.

Puck shuffled into the living room, holding the bottle of moscato awkwardly in his hands. "Sweet house, Anderson."

"It's my parents'," Blaine said stupidly, then blushed. "S-sit down?"

Puck took a seat on the other couch in the room, directly across from Blaine. They smiled awkwardly at each other, each trying to think of something to say. Puck set the bottle of wine down with a loud thunk.

"For the love of Christ," Kurt said as he burst into the room with three glasses. "You two need to relax. Blaine, grab the corkscrew out of my back pocket." Blaine followed instructions, although Kurt was sure it wasn't entirely necessary to squeeze someone's ass while getting something out of their pocket. He 'hmmed' in pleasure and pressed back into the touch. He glancing over his shoulder and smirked when he saw Puck's gaze fixed upon him. Kurt felt a little bit smug as he bent over and set the glasses down on the table, two on one side, one on the other. When he straightened back up, both Blaine and Puck were staring at him, mouths slightly open. Clearly those intense 15 minute butt-busting workouts were worth the pain.

"Open it," Kurt said eagerly, pushing the corkscrew towards Puck, who took it and had the bottle open in no time.

"So," Kurt began after the glasses had been poured and they were all carefully sipping the sweet white wine. "Are you too going to be too terrified all night, or…what?" He arched an eyebrow at them and laughed inside when they both stiffened and looked away from him. Blaine, Kurt could understand, but Puck's mannerisms were a bit confusing.

"What?" Blaine nearly spit out his wine.

Puck swallowed hard. "No. The Puckster doesn't get nervous."

"Whatever," Kurt said. "You are both being…well, ridiculous. And adorable. Enough of this, I'm clearly going to have to make the first move."

He put his wine glass down and took Blaine's from his hands. Then he pushed Blaine back onto the couch and kissed him hard. Blaine gasped, giving Kurt the perfect opportunity to take Blaine's bottom lip into his mouth and suck on it. Blaine moaned, his hands pressing tight against the sides of Kurt's face. They broke apart, breathing heavy as Kurt smiled down at Blaine, then turned his head to look at Puck. "Is this good so far?" he asked.

Puck nodded.

"Upstairs, then," Kurt ordered, pushing up off of Blaine and starting for the stairs without waiting for either of them to follow.

Puck and Blaine locked eyes across the table.

"Well, shall we?" Blaine said diplomatically, standing and walking towards the door.

Puck followed, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. "Yeah."


Puck was completely unprepared for the force of his body's reaction when Kurt pressed Blaine into the soft buttery leather of the Anderson's couch and kissed his boyfriend until he was gasping and arching. I mean, theoretically he knew that Kurt was the bossy one, but seeing it was something else entirely. Hot, wild desire flared deep in his core as Kurt Hummel, delicate, beautiful, baby faced Kurt Hummel, held Blaine's hands above his head and nipped at his neck while Blaine moaned desperately.

"Kurt," Blaine whined, the sound echoing off the wood paneled walls. "Please." He was so incredibly needy for it, and it made Puck's mouth water.

Puck's breath caught in his throat as they undressed, kissing leisurely, and even though he knew they were doing it slowly so that he could see each bit of skin as it was revealed, something about the way they touched seemed completely intimate, and totally theirs. He almost felt like, as much as he wanted this, that maybe he shouldn't be here. They had something real going here, like he'd felt about Quinn when he'd wanted to raise Beth with her. He cleared his throat. "I think I'm gonna go," he said shakily.

Kurt looked up, hands frozen on Blaine's belt buckle. "Suit yourself, but...why? The lack of boobs not doing it for you?" he teased.

A cold shock ran through Puck. "No!" he exclaimed quickly. "You two are…" Puck's throat was suddenly dry. "You're amazing together," he finished lamely after an awkwardly long pause.

Kurt and Blaine laughed a little.

"Okay," Blaine said. "well is there anything we can do to make you more comfortable? is there something wrong?"

Wrapped up in Kurt's arms, Blaine didn't seem nervous at all anymore. Just what was it about Hummel that made everyone putty in his hands?

Puck exhaled heavily. "I just...you guys have something really special going on. Even I can see that. I just don't want to mess anything up, you know?"

"Aww," Kurt laughed. "That's really sweet but...we are so terribly in love that you've got nothing to worry about. No one can touch us."

"Or what we have," Blaine said quickly. They smiled at one another gently.

Puck had no idea what that was about but it was clear that those words meant something special to the two of them. "You swear?"

They looked at each other and nodded.

"Okay," he said. "I'll stay."

Kurt whispered something to Blaine, and whatever it was, was unexpected, because his weird triangle eyebrows shot up. But he looked over at Puck, tilted his head, and nodded after a while.

Puck sucked in a breath as Kurt turned those bright blue in his direction and crooked a finger. "Come here, Noah."

"But I thought-"

Blaine shook his head. "Just figured you ought to get a good view. And it's more comfy on the bed anyway."

Puck shrugged off his jacket and shoes, dropping them by the door. Steeling himself against a most unwelcome set of nervous flutters, he strode over to the bed and sat on the side they weren't already on.


Blaine had been shocked by Kurt's sudden change of heart.

"We should do more than let him watch."

Blaine really didn't mind. While Kurt was more than enough for him, part of him really, really wanted to see Puck without a shirt, to run his hands over those bulging biceps he'd been salivating over for weeks. He pushed desperately at Kurt's jeans, a breathless moan spilling from his lips and he heard a gasp, deep and foreign join his small eager sounds in the small room. He turned his head and his chest tightened.

Puck's eyes were gleaming, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his tongue slid over his dry cracked lips.

Fuck.

"Hurry, Kurt," Blaine begged. He couldn't wait to see the look on Puck's face when presented with the two of them, naked and hard and wanting.

"You're an eager little slut tonight," Kurt commented, a wicked grin on his face. "Tell me why."

Blaine's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but his balls ached with need. "Because," Blaine whispered, turning his head to stare straight into Puck's hungry eyes. "Because he's watching us."

"And you like to show off is that it?" Kurt asked, his voice edged with a sharpness that made both Puck and Blaine shiver.

"Yes," Blaine choked out, both in answer and celebration, because finally, finally he and Kurt were naked and god it had been too long since they'd been like this.

Kurt rolled off of Blaine and settled into the bed. "Suck my cock," he ordered. Blaine heard Puck breathe hard, and he knew why. There was something illicitly thrilling about someone that looked as innocent as Kurt did saying things like 'slut' and 'cock.' Blaine wondered if it would ever get old. Like he'd done so many times before, Blaine gripped the base of Kurt's cock and licked a stripe up the shaft. He repeated this a few more times before flickering his tongue over the leaking tip.

"Mmm, that's good," Kurt murmured, bringing a hand down to tangle in Blaine's curls. The pull of Kurt's strong, slim fingers tugging at his scalp never failed to leave him reeling. "I don't remember telling you to lick me, though."

Blaine said nothing. Instead of a reply, he engulfed Kurt's cock in his mouth and felt his boyfriend's leg muscles shift and tense next to his shoulders.

"Fuck!" Kurt gasped as Blaine lifted his head and sunk back down again. "So good, so fucking good." Blaine hummed in satisfaction. He felt like making Kurt feel good was all there was, like nothing else matter in this moment.

"Good boy," Kurt rasped out, hands pulling even harder in Blaine's hair.

A deep groan off to the left side of them brought them both back to reality. Puck. Blaine felt the bed shift a little as Kurt moved and took his hand out of Blaine's hair. He nearly choked on the cock in his mouth when he looked up and saw Kurt grabbing Puck by the shirt and kissing him. Like, really, really kissing him. And Puck was kissing back. Heat flared inside of him and he pulled off of Kurt's dick.

They hadn't agreed to this.


Kurt couldn't say why he did it. He'd opened his eyes, looked straight at Puck and had seen such raw need that he'd just had to kiss him. Memories of the girls (minus Lauren) gushing about how good of a kisser he was swam through Kurt's mind and he was struck by the sudden conviction to see if they were true. So he'd crooked a finger, wrapped his hand around Puck's neck when he was close enough and pulled him in for a kiss. And god, the girls hadn't been exaggerating. Kissing Blaine was magical because they were in love, but neither of them had much experience to go on, and little in the way of particular skill or technique. Kissing Puck was something else entirely—Kurt had never been kissed so thoroughly, so roughly in his entire life and it was amazing. The things Puck was doing with his mouth were revolutionary and it was all going straight to his cock which was in Blaine's mouth and fuck he was getting too close already and-

He gasped as he felt himself being ripped away from Puck's hot, talented mouth and found himself face to face with Blaine. Kurt's hand slid from Puck's shirt, which he hadn't realized he'd been grabbing and fell uselessly onto his bare stomach.

Blaine's eyes were dark and stormy as he growled, "Mine," before grabbing Kurt's face and kissing him hard enough to bruise.

"Should I go?" Puck said awkwardly, a few minutes later. Kurt's insides squirmed—maybe he'd pushed Blaine into this, maybe they should stop, maybe-

"No," Blaine said gruffly. "You can stay. You get to watch me fuck him."

Kurt shivered as Blaine reached into his bedside table for lube and condoms.


Puck was beyond surprised. He'd kind of been under of the impression that Hummel was in charge, but judging from the way Anderson was biting his boyfriend's neck, and the way Kurt was just letting it

happen, clearly that wasn't the case. Blaine growled again and it went straight to Puck's cock, uncomfortably tight and hard in his jeans. His zipper snicked quietly on its way down and he exhaled in relief as he pushed his jeans down around his hips and took his cock and balls in hand, massaging gently.

"Oh my," Kurt purred as he looked over, his eyes sliding straight down to Puck's cock. "So Santana wasn't lying about that either."

Puck choked out a laugh and his reply was cut off by Kurt whimpering loudly as Blaine slid a condom over Kurt's dick and slicked it with lube.

"Gonna fuck you so goddamn hard," Blaine hissed as he straddled Kurt's hips.

Puck forgot to breathe while he watched Blaine sink down on Kurt's cock with little difficulty. The one time he'd convinced Mrs. Campbell to do anal he'd had to spend forever fingering her and had had to go so slow, and had never been able to fuck her as hard as he'd liked because she hadn't been that into it. Blaine , however , was slamming his hips down hard and fast, and moaning, and shit it was so hot to watch Kurt's cock disappear over and over inside of Blaine's ass.

Blaine reached out and fisted Puck's t-shirt in his hands. He slowed his hips and leaned in, kissing Puck softly on the lips. Puck moaned into his mouth—whereas Kurt had been eager and passionate, Blaine was sweeter, more exploratory and it drove him wild.

"Fuck," Blaine moaned when he pulled away.

"Forgive me?" Kurt said smugly from beneath them.

"Yes," Blaine said, drawing the word out a little as he blinked and licked his lips. He turned to Puck and murmured, "Take your shirt off. I want to see the muscles I've been drooling over for weeks."

Puck wasted no time in throwing his shirt on the floor and getting rid of his pants completely. Without thinking about it, he lay down next to Kurt and resumed stroking his cock. The view was much better from down here.

"You guys are so fucking hot," he murmured, his hand moving faster.

Blaine ground his hips down hard. "You want us, don't you?"

Kurt bucked up into Blaine, his hands gripping tight on Blaine's hips as he turned his head to the side and then Kurt's eyes were right there, right in Puck's face and god Kurt was stunning. Puck shut his eyes against the image, not wanting to get too close already.

"Y-yes," Puck admitted after a moment. "So fucking—, "his statement was interrupted by Kurt's lips on his again and he kissed back wildly, gasping when he felt hands on his body. The one cupping around his balls and massaging had to belong to Kurt—the fingers were slender, yet strong. The one scratching down his chest felt different, had to be Blaine's.

A loud grunt forced Puck's eyes open just in time to see Blaine coming in thick white ropes over Kurt's stomach as he slammed down on him even harder. Puck's throat went dry. Fuck.


Kurt was in heaven. Blaine was, for lack of better words, riding the shit out of him, and his hand was full of Puck's cock and there was cock everywhere and it was perfect. Sweat was dripping from Blaine's hair and sliding down his chest. Kurt thought he'd never seen anything sexier and realized he was wrong when Blaine came, nails digging hard into Kurt's chest and probably doing the same to Puck's. Kurt felt Puck's breath hot on his face as he groaned and fucked up into Kurt's tight grip. Blaine was still fucking Kurt, so tight and hot around him, Puck's cock was warm and hard in his hands and this was the one of the most perfect things Kurt had ever felt. Maybe that's why he said it.

"Come on me," he gasped. "Noah, please."

Puck gasped, but scrambled to his knees his shoulders brushing with Blaine's, who was still riding out his orgasm.

Blaine smeared a hand through the hot sticky come on Kurt's stomach and brought it up to his lips, smirking as he licked the come from his hands. Puck groaned and slipped a hand around Blaine's neck, gripping tight as he pulled Kurt's boyfriend in and kissed him hard.

"Fuck," Kurt gasped—it was one thing for Puck to let them do things to him, but the fact that he was initiating, that he was kissing Blaine so thoroughly, was something else entirely. Kurt's hand moved faster on Puck's cock. "Please," he begged. "Come on me, do it, do it now, oh fuck." Kurt lost it as Blaine's ass clenched around him tight and hot and perfect and he felt Puck's come spilling out over his hand and his stomach, already streaked with Blaine's orgasm from only moments before. He arched up and came and his eyes shut tight and—


"Dude," Puck rasped as Kurt's hand slipped from his cock. "Did he pass out?"

Blaine laughed a little as he slid off of Kurt, who had, indeed, passed out. "Yeah, I think so. He's still breathing, so…let's just clean all this up, and...yeah."

Puck sat against the headboard while Blaine disappeared into the bathroom, and jumped in surprise as a damp towel hit him in the face. "Nice aim, Anderson," he complimented.

"We're still on a last name basis after all that?"

Puck shrugged. "Nice aim, Blaine."

Whatever Blaine was about to say was cut off by Kurt's eyelashes fluttering as he came to. "Oh God," he murmured. "Did I pass out?"

"Yup," Puck said smugly as Blaine wiped the come from Kurt's stomach and helped him sit up. "And don't think I'm gonna let you forget about it."

Kurt groaned and buried his face in his hands. "I hate you, Noah."

"Damn, I can't win with you, Hummel."

"And don't you forget it," Kurt retorted.

"If you two are done being snarky, I'd like to slip in to say that that was…pretty incredible," Blaine interjected.

Puck smiled and looked at the two of them. "Yeah, it was. Anytime you guys get bored, you let me know."

They shared a strange look, the kind of strange look that made Puck think this wasn't his last time in Blaine's bedroom. He was perfectly fine with that.


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