Chapter Nine

Celebrate

Blaine couldn't believe how much better he felt. Kurt texted, sometimes only once a day, but the instructions he gave kept Blaine thinking of him off and on all day, every day. He'd occasionally text Bas to tell him what Kurt had him doing, and Bas always answered with pleased responses, sharing whatever sexy thing Kurt was having him do as well.

But Sebastian didn't tell either of his boyfriends that he was lonely to the point of trying not to cry at night. He was tearing through classwork and weeks ahead already as he kept himself studying until he fell asleep at his desk. He was thinking of enrolling in some online classes to give him even more to do.

Blaine was involved in many clubs, although his favorite was the Secret Society of Super Heroes Club. When he dressed up as Nightbird, he felt like he was powerful like Kurt, and strong like Bas. When some douche bag in the Warblers stole the McKinley Nationals trophy, he was completely ready to face his old friends and retrieve it. He didn't even think to ask Bas for help.

Bas was studying in the library with his earbuds turned up, listening to classic 'N Sync and drowning out anyone else in the room when Blaine arrived and had a confrontation with Hunter. It wasn't until the pause between I Need Love and I Want You Back that he was aware anything was happening. But there was music when there shouldn't have been, and he looked up to see the Warblers dancing and singing My Dark Side with Blaine on lead, a Dalton blazer over his street clothes. Bas pulled his earbuds out with a yank. Of course Hunter would have weaseled Blaine into doing a song with his old friends. The new leader of the choir was ruthless exploiting weaknesses, and he'd have immediately seen how much Blaine missed the Warblers.

"...don't give up on me. Please remind me who I really am, yeah!" Blaine sang. Bas stared in shock as the boys made their way through the song. They sounded amazing, and Blaine was a stunning, charming lead.

"...tell me that you will stay... Promise me you will stay..."

In a flash, Bas suddenly saw what a difference it would make for him if Blaine returned to Dalton. His breath caught as he imagined performing again, maybe even with Blaine, and having friends so that his time wasn't eternally spent either studying or working out, always alone.

When that prick Hunter told Blaine that he should come back where he belonged, Bas was filled with longing he'd only felt missing Kurt and Blaine.

Blaine.

At Dalton.

Sebastian closed his eyes as Blaine walked away.

The song got stuck in his head, and he went for a long run with a different playlist to try to clear his mind.

He felt calmer when he hit the showers afterward.

"...love me... Even with my dark side?"

"God, Sebastian, we really need you back even more than Blaine!" A voice interrupted Bas's shower and he realized he'd been singing. He turned his head and spotted Trent by his locker.

"Apparently not, if you believe Hunter," Sebastian replied. Trent was the only Warbler who even still spoke to him with civility, so he always tried to reply in kind.

"Your voice is just as good as Blaine's, and you don't make weird faces when you sing. Besides, you're tall. Front men should be tall."

Bas turned off the water, waiting before he turned around so he was certain he wouldn't slip up and defend Blaine. He grabbed his towel and vigorously began drying off.

"I appreciate that, Trent, but we both know it's not gonna happen."

"Are you sure? Maybe if you talked to Hunter..."

"Just drop it, fatty!" Sebastian snapped, then whirled when he heard what he'd said. "Oh shit, Trent, I'm sorr-"

The chubby Warbler was gone, and Bas slammed his hand into a locker, wincing at the way it throbbed. He threw his clothes on and sent himself to bed without dinner.

~~Glee~~

From Blaine to Kurt: I'm thinking of going back to Dalton. What do you think?

From Kurt to Bas: do you know anything about Blaine wanting to go back to Dalton?

From Bas to Kurt: talk to him

From Kurt to Blaine: why are thinking of leaving McKinley?

From Blaine to Kurt: the Warblers want me back, and I'd be closer to Bas

From Kurt: what's going on at McKinley that makes you want to leave, though? Maybe I can talk to Finn

From Blaine: No! I'll figure it out

From Kurt: you asked what I thought. I love you and I want you to be happy

From Blaine: thank you. Love you so much

Blaine expressed his possible transfer to Mr Schuester, who told the glee club, and Blaine was immediately bombarded by his fellow performers telling him why he should stay with them. It was Sam's heartfelt private discussion with him that brought Blaine around, and the duo concocted a plan to retrieve the trophy from Dalton.

"I just don't know how we'll get in with all the doors locked at night," Sam said during their scheming.

"I have an inside man," Blaine replied, waggling his eyebrows. Sam looked confused for a moment.

"Oh! That Sebastian dude! Wait... Are you and Kurt really, um, doing it with him?"

"That's...that's kinda private, but... Yes. Kurt and Bas and I are in a relationship together."

"Dude... I don't even get how that works. I mean, I'm not even sure what you and Kurt do, exactly, but another guy, too, and no girl... Seems like a little too much sausage and not enough bun, man."

Blaine laughed. He clapped Sam on the shoulder. "Sam, you're straight. Why don't you let me worry about my own...sausage, okay?"

A few days later, Blaine called Bas and with his inside help, stole back the Nationals trophy that the Warblers had taken from McKinley. Sebastian watched as Blaine and Sam, dressed in their ridiculous, although disturbingly hot, super hero outfits, made off with their prize along with his hopes for happiness for the school year.

~~Glee~~

Kurt's life went into overdrive as Thanksgiving approached. He was preparing for his audition for NYADA to try to get into the school for the spring term, along with everything else he had going. Both he and Rachel decided they couldn't afford to go home for the holiday and they instead threw an orphans party which ended up being a huge event for Kurt's Vogue co-workers. Rachel's boytoy boyfriend helped cook, but Kurt was too busy with his own preparations to even taste any of it, and then too involved with the Vogue people to eat. He barely had a chance to talk with Bas and Blaine on the holiday and didn't think to ask what they were doing.

Blaine spent it in stiffly uncomfortable company of his parents and his father's friends, and Bas ended up eating with the janitor, who was the only person left on campus. The heavyset older Mexican woman shared tamales and pasolé her daughter had made with him. He tried to be grateful, but her small apartment in the basement was decorated in religious art and he was distinctly uncomfortable. He went back to his room as quickly as he could politely do so after the meal.

The highlight of his weekend was the five minute three way phone call with his boyfriends.

"I'm thinking of joining the Cheerios. With glee out of commission because we lost, I want something else that's competitive to put on my NYADA application," Blaine told them.

"Sweetie, I had an amazing time as a Cheerio, even after Mercedes quit. Winning Nationals with them, with my singing being what put them over the top... It was one of my high school highlights. And I bet you'd look hot in those red pants," Kurt said supportively.

"If you join, I could enact the classic teenage boy fantasy of having two cheerleaders at once. Do you still have your uniform, Blue Eyes?" Bas said, only half joking.

Kurt just laughed, but Blaine knew he had both his cheerleading uniform and his football gear still in his closet at his dad's house. Maybe they could do that for Bas.

~~Glee~~

Blaine and Bas got together the following week for coffee, and Blaine could see something wasn't right with Sebastian.

"How's everything going at Dalton, Bas?" Blaine asked, trying to sound casual.

Sebastian snorted. "Same as always. Bunch of rich preppy dicks." He buried a snarky comment about Blaine's near-return, knowing it would be hurtful to him.

"You heard about the Warblers winning Sectionals, right?"

"Yeah."

"It's just... It's weird, right? They're suddenly getting all extra physical, doing flips and stuff? And I didn't even see Trent perform! He's like Mr Reliable: he never misses a practice, let alone a competition. Has he said anything to you?"

"Trent... He's not really speaking to me anymore," Bas mumbled.

Blaine's face fell. "Bas... Really? Trent? He's the sweetest, most forgiving person at that school."

Sebastian sneered. "Well, I am king of the outcasts now. No one will even work on class projects with me anymore."

Blaine looked stricken. "Maybe... Maybe you should transfer to McKinley..."

Bas rolled his eyes. "I'm gonna have over half my freshman credits already completed for Columbia by the time I graduate from Dalton. McKinley can't offer the AP and college classes I want. Besides, all I have to do with my time is study, so I'm whizzing through everything the professors throw my way. I don't need lab partners or study buddies slowing me down."

"Oh god, Sebastian. I'm so sorry I haven't been there for you more. Now I wish I hadn't joined the Cheerios. I can make more time for you- for us."

"I don't need your pity, Blaine. I'm fine."

Blaine heard the hard edge to Bas's voice and knew he needed to back off but he wanted so badly to do anything to help him. He bit his lip to hold back, but once they were outside by the Porsche, he just had to say something else.

"I don't pity you, Bas. I hope you know that's not where this is coming from. I just want you to be happy, and you don't seem happy."

Sebastian's mouth twisted. "You want me happy? How about we get in the car and you blow me? That'll add some happy to my lousy fucking life."

Blaine recoiled slightly. The idea of doing that was incredibly hot, but there were bigger concerns than getting off.

"But... Kurt..."

"Yeah. Kurt. Well, happiness is overrated. I'll see you later, babe," Bas said, kissing Blaine quickly, then getting into his car and speeding out of the Lima Bean parking lot.

Blaine stared after him, nearly in tears. He needed Kurt. Kurt would know what to do.

But his call just went to voicemail.

~~Glee~~

Hearing the message Blaine left saying something wasn't right with Bas concerned Kurt, but he only had time for a few texts to the boy at Dalton, and Sebastian's responses were typically dismissive, so Kurt chalked it up to Blaine having a drama moment. He tried to reassure them both with a few more texts and then was swept back up into the whirlwind of his own life and drama.

Kurt went to see Carmen Tibedeaux after he'd sent a video of his second audition.

She remained unimpressed, citing the lack of emotional depth in his performances and telling him she only ever gave second chances on her own terms.

He got to experience that first hand when he attended the NYADA Winter Showcase as Rachel's guest and Madam Tibedeaux offered him a chance to sing. Nervous enough that he would have vomited if he'd eaten anything that afternoon, he consulted with Rachel and chose to perform 'Being Alive'. He let himself submerge in his feelings for Blaine and Bas as he sang the song about the effect of love in life, and was granted a huge ovation. He hoped that boded well for his hopes of admittance to the exclusive school.

It did. He got his acceptance before Christmas and was terrified and exhilarated and immediately called first his father, then Bas and Blaine.

"That's amazing, Kurt! I'm so glad!" Blaine gushed.

"Congratulations, Blue Eyes. I'm glad she finally saw the error of her ways," quipped Bas.

"This means I'm going to have to work all the hours I can through break though. I'm going to need every extra penny I can make! But, oh... I got in. I got in!" Kurt was floating, high on his accomplishment.

"We're still coming out for New Years, though, aren't we?" Blaine asked.

"You're certainly welcome, sweetie, and it'll be wonderful to see you both, especially with Rachel going on a cruise. We'll have the apartment to ourselves! But I need to work, too."

"If you need money, Blue Eyes, I'm your sugar daddy. I'll buy you anything you need," Bas offered.

"Oh ew! Please don't call yourself that. I couldn't possibly take money from you, Bas, but thank you for offering. Oh! I need to tell Isabelle! I don't know how I'll still be able to keep my internship... I'll talk to you soon, alright? Love you!"

Kurt hung up, leaving Blaine and Bas on the line. Bas's heart twisted, knowing Kurt's sign off was for Blaine and keenly feeling the dismissal of his offer to help.

"So... What are your plans for Christmas?" Blaine asked.

"Same as always. Study," Bas replied shortly.

"You should come to my parents' Christmas party on Christmas eve! It's huge, and they won't even notice you're there. We can sneak away and call Kurt and have our own little holiday in my room."

It felt like a pity invitation but Bas couldn't stand the idea of being totally alone on campus (Mrs Rodriguez wasn't even going to stick around), so he agreed.

"I'll make sure it's okay and you can stay the night, alright? My mom and I cook a big breakfast for everyone who stays over because they're too drunk to drive."

"I already said yes, okay? I need to go. Talk to you later."

~~Glee~~

The Christmas Eve phone call with Kurt didn't go as Blaine hoped, though.

"I was so happy to see him, but then he just dropped this bomb on me, all matter-of-fact. Prostate cancer? Ohmygod, with his heart? What if... I can't lose him. I can't lose my dad! He's everything..." Kurt wept brokenly and Blaine grabbed Bas's hand and squeezed, his expression agonized. Bas swallowed hard and moved to put his arm around Blaine.

"Oh, Blue Eyes, it's gonna be okay, babe. Lots of men live with prostate cancer, and I bet he told you not to worry," Bas tried to reassure Kurt.

"Of course he said that, and they caught it early, so... I'm just so scared. I feel like I'm eight again, watching my mom in the hospital after the car accident, not knowing... And she never woke up. I lost her, and I just couldn't bear it if I lost him, too..."

Bas went cold. He hadn't known how Elizabeth Hummel had died. He didn't know what to say, seeing how his own bastard father had died the same way as Kurt's beloved mother and somehow that bonded them deeper, yet not, since the relationships with the dead parents had been so different. His mind whirled and whirled as Blaine jumped in with platitudes and comfort and Kurt slowly calmed down listening to him.

When they went to sleep that evening in Blaine's bed, Bas held on tight. He was worried about Kurt and also trying to soak up the companionship being with one of his boyfriends was giving him, hoping memory would help ward off the loneliness that would swamp him again when he returned to Dalton.

Blaine fell asleep quickly; it was his bed after all. But Bas just laid there, his arms wrapped around the other boy. He felt the lush curve of Blaine's incredible ass against his groin and that started him down a slippery slope. It had been the beginning of November that they'd had their second Skype sex session with Kurt. Blaine had blown Bas, while Bas had kept his eyes on Kurt the whole time. It had been hot as hell, and after Bas and Kurt finished, Blaine had come as soon as Bas had stroked his cock twice.

Just thinking about it made Bas hard. He found he couldn't help but rock gently against Blaine while remembering the look on Kurt's pixelated face while they both got off. He bit his lip and stifled a whimper. God, he missed Kurt. Missed the three of them fucking and hanging out, of getting to slowly figure out who he truly was beneath the layers of defenses he'd hidden behind all his life. He had discovered this summer that he loved physical closeness with people so much that he had felt utterly bereft without it this last semester. It was probably why he'd spent so much time at Scandals before, and so much time fucking anyone who'd do it. Being in an exclusive relationship kinda sucked since that option was no longer available.

None of those nameless, faceless hookups had meant anything to him. Not like this relationship with Blaine and Kurt. It rather frightened him just how vital they had become to him.

He fell asleep still softly thrusting against Blaine.

In the early morning, before it was light out, Bas woke to Blaine facing him, grinding against his body.

They were both stiff with morning wood and it felt amazing, even through their pajamas. Blaine's eyes were closed, but his grip on Bas's hips told him that they were both awake.

"Jesus, fuck, Blaine... What are you doing?" Bas growled. Blaine stopped immediately and opened his eyes.

"Oh... Oh shit, Sebastian, I'm sorry! I was dreaming and I just started...and you...we, um, without Kurt..." Blaine sputtered.

"Maybe we... Just this once... Fuck, Blaine, I'm fucking close already..."

Blaine made a little noise in his throat and they stared at each other in the darkness. Bas tried to make himself believe that Kurt would be okay with it, but in his mind's eye he could see the horror and betrayal and self-recrimination that would fill those gorgeous blue eyes if they told him after the fact.

Bas reached for his phone and punched his speed dial.

"Bas? Is everything okay?" Kurt's sleepy voice answered. Bas hit the speaker function.

"Baby, Blaine and I woke each other up humping in our sleep. Will you talk us off, or... God, please Blue Eyes, can we come?"

"Are you serious?" Kurt's voice grew breathy and both Blaine and Bas could hear his arousal.

"Yes, Kurt, please, sweetie, I didn't mean to, but he was all wrapped around me and I must have turned to face him and we were just grinding and..." Blaine pleaded.

"Ohmygod, boys, my dad is in Rachel's room! How can I..." Kurt hissed.

"You could just listen," Bas suggested, his voice smooth and sexy.

"Fuck!" Kurt moaned. "Yes, god, just...tell me what you're doing."

Both younger boys quickly shoved their pajama pants down and grabbed at each other to press their heated, swollen flesh together.

"Ungh, we-we're on, uh, on our sides, and, mmm... Bas!" Blaine gasped.

"Blue Eyes, I'm holding onto Blaine's ass, shoving my cock against his belly, rubbing off on his hard on," Bas clarified.

"Uh, oh, Bas, mmm... H-holding his hips, Kurt..."

"Are you jacking off, babe?" Bas asked Kurt.

"Mm-hmm," he breathed in response, which made Bas groan.

"Oh-oh... I'm..."

"Kurt," Bas spoke with his jaw clenched, "are you getting close?"

Kurt's quick breaths answered. He was trying to catch up.

"Hang in there, Blaine. Hold on," Bas encouraged. Blaine nodded, whining lowly.

"Oh god... Oh god!" Kurt huffed.

Bas increased his speed, the slide from sweat and precome giving just enough slick to make it great. Blaine gave a low, suppressed wail as he shuddered through his orgasm, adding even more lubrication to Bas's quick thrusts.

"He just came, Blue... I'm gon- Kurt! God, Kurt!" Bas ground out through gritted teeth as he came.

"Oooohhhh..." Kurt sighed as he fell over the edge as well.

None of them spoke as they relaxed in their post-orgasmic stupor, until:

"Shit! I think my dad's up. Love you!" Kurt whispered, and disconnected.

Bas chuckled at that, and Blaine smiled before he rolled away and got tissues to clean up with.

"That was fun. Thanks, Blainers," Bas murmured after they'd both tucked themselves away and curled up together again. Blaine was spooning Bas and kissed the back of his neck.

"Yeah, and I think Kurt enjoyed it, too," Blaine replied.

"I can't wait til we go to New York," Sebastian mumbled, drifting.

"Me, too," Blaine said. He stayed awake a few minutes longer, replaying the previous half hour or so, smiling until he thought about how focused Bas had been on Kurt. Even as he came in Blaine's arms, all over Blaine's stomach, he'd called out to Kurt.

Hmm. Maybe he was just making sure Kurt felt okay about what they were doing.

Maybe.

~~Glee~~

Christmas morning at Blaine's house really wasn't as awkward as Bas had feared. There were half a dozen extra people who had stayed the night, and Blaine and his mother had indeed cooked a huge breakfast for everyone.

As soon as he was done eating, Bas tried to slip out, but Blaine caught him when he'd returned to Blaine's bedroom to get his bag.

"You could stay. I've had a couple of friends who have stayed the holiday with us over the years," Blaine offered.

"No thanks. No offense, but parents give me the creeps."

"Well, let's open our presents before you go, then," Blaine said.

"Um, okay. I'm not very good at picking stuff out, so..."

"Sebastian, anything you got or didn't get for me is fine."

They exchanged presents. Blaine laughed and blushed when he opened the paper and saw the title of the book: The Gay Kama Sutra.

Bas swallowed hard at the framed picture in the box he opened. It was the same photo Blaine had on his nightstand; a black and white formal looking photo of Kurt in a tux, only in this one, the eyes had been colored and glowed a soft blue.

"I've seen you look at mine, so I thought you'd like one, but then with your nickname for him..."

"It's wonderful. Thank you, Blaine."

"You're welcome," Blaine said, and they kissed briefly.

"I'm gonna go before I wear out my welcome," Sebastian said, putting the picture back in its box and sliding the box into his bag.

"You're always welcome here, Bas," Blaine protested.

They hugged, and Bas returned to Dalton, spending more of Christmas Day than he'd ever admit looking at the picture of Kurt.

~~Glee~~

Bas met Blaine at the airport on December 30th. They went through security together and grabbed lunch on the concourse before their flight boarded. Flying first class wasn't noteworthy to either of them, although they talked about needing to make sure Kurt's flights got upgraded whenever he finally came back to Ohio to visit. Sebastian grumbled a little about Kurt's insistence that the boys' visit being their gift for him for Christmas, and that Blaine had successfully argued that staying with Kurt was theirs. He didn't know what else he would have gotten for Kurt but resented that he hadn't had the opportunity. Blaine went back over the reasons again, citing Kurt's feelings about money and the grumbling died back down. He never wanted Kurt to feel bad over money.

Blaine held Bas's hand during the taxi ride to Bushwick, and Bas smiled and squeezed whenever that registered in his mind. It felt really good. Knowing they would soon see Kurt felt even better.

But the big sliding door of the converted warehouse loft was locked when they arrived and they looked at each other resignedly.

"I'll text him," Blaine said, pulling his phone out. It was only moments after he hit send that Kurt arrived, hurrying down the hall to them.

"Ohmygod! You're here!" Kurt flung one arm around each of them and pulled them close. Both Blaine and Bas buried their faces in his neck and held tight.

Kurt was awash in relief. He hadn't had any idea how much better he would feel with his beautiful boys warm and real in his arms.

"Let's go inside. C'mon."

Kurt showed them the loft, with the fabric walls delineating the bedrooms.

"Now I'm even more glad Rachel's gone. Seriously, how do you deal with listening to her... Do anything, really?" Bas asked, sneering.

"Oh, come on, she's not that bad," Blaine protested.

Kurt was obviously trying to hold back laughter. "Actually, she kind of is. I never wanted to know how fast or slow or what positions she likes sex in, but..." He shuddered. "Earplugs are just not enough when dealing with a trained voice!" He let himself giggle.

Blaine looked slightly scandalized but chuckled at the thought.

"So what are we going to do?" Blaine asked.

"Fuck?" Bas said, sounding hopeful. "Please tell me we're gonna fuck: I'm dying to be close to you guys."

Kurt rolled his eyes at the phrasing but pulled Bas into a tight embrace.

"I want to spend lots of time close together, honey. I want to check out what changes have happened to my boys' bodies and get intimately familiar with you all over again," Kurt said seductively. He felt Sebastian tremble and smiled. He winked at Blaine over the tallest boy's shoulder and got a bright smile in return. He turned his head and moved into a deep kiss with Bas.

It was like no pleasure Bas had ever experienced to have Kurt's lips on his. With few memories of being taken care of by his parents, Bas didn't have anything to compare it to, but he felt a deeply satisfied reassurance that he was cared for and safe.

Kurt felt like home.

~~Glee~~

They went ice skating that night, and reveled in the freedom of being in a city so large that they could swap out with each other and kiss and not care if anyone noticed their gay polyamory.

Blaine was an average recreational skater, and Bas had played peewee hockey for a couple of years and thus was confident on the ice, but Kurt's natural grace translated into gliding, beautiful movements that had the other two staring, which only encouraged him to show off.

Kurt found an open bit of ice and moved into a layback spin that brought applause from his boyfriends. He returned to them and received their enthusiastic approval regally.

"My mom competed a little when she was a child, and I always wanted to be like her, but the cold is so hard on my skin, and I couldn't balance everything after she died. Dad was struggling with money and taking me to practice while he ran the shop, so I told him I wanted to quit," Kurt said quietly, looking wistful.

Bas put his arm comfortingly around Kurt as they skated, and Blaine announced he would get them all hot chocolate. Kurt leaned into the solid presence of the taller boy and sighed.

"He handles it better than most people," Kurt said softly.

"The dead parent stories?"

"Yeah."

Bas kissed Kurt's cheek. "I'm glad you feel comfortable talking about her, Blue Eyes. I wish I had good memories like that to share."

Kurt looked into Sebastian's eyes. "We're making good memories for you now, aren't we?"

Bas gave a half smile and the rosiness of his cheeks deepened. "The best of my life, actually."

Kurt kissed him gently and they smiled at each other, then headed over to where Blaine waved at them with three cups lined up on the wall.

Back at the loft after a late dinner out, Kurt fell asleep even as the other two boys got ready for bed. Blaine climbed into the center spot but looked disappointed. Bas spooned behind him and kissed his neck.

"He's present, so we can fool around," Bas whispered.

"I think the rules kind of imply participation, not just physical proximity," Blaine replied regretfully.

"I bet he'll wake up if I blow you."

Blaine groaned as Bas started fondling him through his pajama bottoms. He turned his head and Sebastian kissed him, breaking his resistance.

Kurt did indeed wake to Blaine's moans, and joined the other two in getting off very quickly. It had been too long for all of them to last. Bas had rearranged them so he ended up swallowing both boys' release before coming in Kurt's hand, and once they cleaned up, he remained in the middle as they settled back toward rest.

"This gonna be okay, Bas? You kinda freak out sometimes when we snuggle you too much..." Kurt's sleepy voice was slurred.

Bas breathed across the mix of flavors on his tongue, savoring the sensation. "Yeah, babe, I'm good. It's been really lonely at school, so I'll take anything I can get right now."

"Oh, honey... I'm sorry," Kurt murmured.

"Bas, maybe you can talk with some of the Warblers and get friendly with them again," Blaine suggested.

"Again?" Sebastian scoffed. "That implies I ever was friends with them."

"What happened, my boy? Last year you led them." Kurt woke up more when his worry for Bas overcame his exhaustion.

"Hunter's too much like I was, before. He saw my change of heart as a weakness and threw me out when I refused to help him dig up dirt on the competition."

"Is that what happened? But what about Jeff, and Nick and-" Blaine couldn't believe his old friends would have abandoned a fellow Warbler.

"They're all little followers, okay? They followed when I led them, and they followed when Hunter blacklisted me, okay? It's not that hard to understand," Bas snapped. "And then I was fucking stupid and couldn't keep my mouth under control and I made fun of Trent, who was the only one still speaking to me, and he ditched me, too. I have no one, alright? No one but you two," Bas snarled, confessing in the late night, post-coital darkness, the only place he could bring himself to admit how fucked up things had gotten for him.

Kurt wrapped himself around the tall boy, pulling Blaine against Bas's other side so they enveloped him in their heat and affection.

"I'm so sorry, honey. I wish there was something I could do," Kurt said, his voice wavering with his tears.

Bas sighed and relaxed into the embrace. "It's just one more semester. My grades have never been better, actually."

"There's more to life than grades, Sebastian..." Kurt protested.

"I'll get there. C'mon, let's go to sleep. I don't wanna talk about this anymore."

Kurt kissed his forehead, and Blaine snuggled close behind him and kissed his neck, and Bas fell asleep just like that, content and safe.

~~Glee~~

"Jesus, you got skinny!" Sebastian said to Kurt the next morning when the trio decided to shower together. He was surprised he hadn't noticed the night before.

"I'm going to be going to a performing arts school- this is a well-trained dancer's body," Kurt said, ignoring the actual concern behind Bas's exclamation.

"I'm taking us out for the biggest lunch and dinner today," Bas stated. Kurt's hipbones were like scoops on either side of his almost concave stomach. "And we're gonna stock your kitchen before we leave."

Kurt just laughed and agreed, and they didn't discuss it beyond that.

They avoided Times Square and the monstrous crowds on New Years Eve, going to a few different clubs instead. It was wild, with horny drunk Blaine trying to give Kurt a handjob in the taxi at 2 am, and quickly fumbled sex before passing out after they got in that night.

Kurt had to work most of New Years Day at the diner, and Bas and Blaine did the shopping Bas had promised. They went to the diner afterwards, and ended up joining in with Kurt and the rest of the servers during every song they knew. They barely ate, but the appreciative looks from Kurt made it worth it. The food was greasy and mediocre anyway.

~~Glee~~

January 2nd, Rachel came home. She saw the three of them tangled up on the little sofa and huffed.

"Would you please keep your kinky sexcapades in your own room, Kurt?" She complained.

Kurt looked over Bas's shoulder at her. "Gosh, welcome back, it's nice to see you too!" He snarked.

"Hi, Rachel!" Blaine wriggled out from under the other boys and hurried to hug her.

"What the fuck?" Bas muttered.

"She was his Maria in West Side Story. They bonded," Kurt explained.

"The flight back from Florida was an absolute nightmare! The man next to me wouldn't stop talking, and there was the most adorable baby that turned into a screaming little monster..." Rachel ranted as she moved through the apartment, putting her bags in her 'room' and coming back out to go to the kitchen without pausing for breath.

"...dry cabin air is positive murder on my throat! Oh! You finally went shopping, Kurt! Good. I'm in desperate need of honey and lemon water. So, Blaine, have you chosen your audition song yet? Because I had some ideas and you really should listen to me because I actually got in and-"

"Oh my god, will you shut up already?" Bas shouted.

Rachel flew into a full on diva fit and grabbed her bags, declaring she would be staying with Brody, her amazing boyfriend, until the horrible Sebastian had vacated her sanctuary. She apologized to Blaine and kissed his cheek before she left.

Blaine looked genuinely upset and Kurt looked bored.

"How do you do it?" Bas asked Kurt, who shrugged.

"I work a lot. We don't see each other that much, but she's getting worse, for sure," Kurt answered, shaking his head. "I'll pay for it tomorrow when she comes back, but it'll be worth it to have the rest of today until you guys leave tomorrow without her here."

"She's really gotten sort of...larger than life, hasn't she?" Blaine admitted. He came back to the sofa and dropped to the floor beside it. Bas put his hand on Blaine's shoulder and Kurt kissed his hair.

"Yes. But I will deal with that later. Right now, I just want to stay wrapped up in you two for as long as possible," Kurt said.

By the time Blaine and Bas left to return to Ohio, they were fully sated from all the sex they'd had, and Kurt had pulled a promise out of Blaine that he'd make time to see Bas in person at least once a week.

Once back home, Blaine was immediately drawn into glee club drama and Bas resigned himself to returning to his lonely life.

A/N So this is kind of a 'moving right along' chapter, and it prompted me to choose to get away from canon for most of the rest of this story since I found it odd to try to shoehorn Bas in. So, more original difficulties face our triad going forward. I hope you'll follow with me as the road gets tougher for the guys.