Chapter Nine- Cookies and Conversation

A/N: Smut warning with Klaine. Skip the first part of this chapter to avoid it.

"Kurt," Blaine moaned and fisted his hand tighter in the other boys hair.

Kurt moaned around Blaine's cock and kept his pace, bobbing his head up and down and sucking hard on Blaine's cock.

"Fuck," Blaine hissed. "Fuck you are so good," he whispered. He leaned his head back against the wall and shut his eyes, trying to hold it together just a little longer. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of Kurt's mouth was something Blaine wanted forever. "Baby, I'm..."

Kurt hummed and reached back, trailing a finger down Blaine's crack before pressing against his entrance lightly. The tip of his finger pressed in and Blaine came, hips jerking forward and his voice wrecked. Kurt swallowed everything, pulling off and licking Blaine's cock clean. "Mmm, you taste amazing."

"God," Blaine said looking down at Kurt. "Come here," he ordered.

Kurt stood up, his cock hard and weeping, and let Blaine pull him into a kiss. Blaine moaned at the taste of himself in Kurt's mouth and he reached down to stroke Kurt's cock hard and fast. Kurt kissed him harder and fucking into his fist. "Fuck Blaine, love you," he whispered as he broke the kiss. "So close," he whispered.

The shrill sound of Kurt's ringer went off from beside the bed. Blaine slowed the movement of his hand, "Kurt..."

"If you stop before I come, I swear to god Blaine Anderson, I will end you." Kurt jerked his hips to make his point.

Blaine tightened his grip and resumes the frantic pace of his strokes, reducing Kurt to a moaning mess in a matter of seconds. "So bossy," Blaine said into his ear. "Still waiting for the day you tie me up and have your way with me."

"Fuck," Kurt said, coming into Blaine's fist and across his stomach. Blaine stroked him through his orgasm, pulling his hand away when Kurt whined at the oversensitivity. Blaine moved to the bathroom and came back with a washcloth to find Kurt lying on the bed with his phone pressed to his ear. "Hello," he said as Blaine reached forward and cleaned him off.

"You ok? You didn't answer when I first called." Dave's voice rang out and Kurt put the phone on speaker before sitting it beside him and pulling Blaine down to cuddle with him.

"I was in the middle of something," Kurt said sleepily. "What's up?"

Dave laughed. "God, your voice sounds like pure sex. What have you been up to?"

"You want the details," Kurt said teasing, "or an offer to join in next time?"

"Neither, seeing as how I officially have a boyfriend now." Dave laughed as Kurt squealed, his former tiredness melting away. Blaine grinned, but kept Kurt laying on the mattress with his body laying on top of him. "I asked him when he came over last night."

"That's really great Dave," Blaine said.

Kurt smiled at Blaine. "So... Details? How did you ask? What did he say?"

"You want details Hummel, you'll have to come over. I'm so bored being stuck in this house and Eric's taking Andy shopping today." Dave laughed. "Bring Blaine and I'll provide cookies."

"Cookies?" Blaine said, his ears perked up.

"And you wonder why people think you are a puppy," Kurt said with a laugh. "All right, we'll come over. See you in twenty minutes."

-:-

Kurt and Blaine walked into Dave's house, smiling at Paul. "Hello boys," he said. "Are you the reason Dave and his mother are fighting over cookies in the kitchen?"

Blaine's ears perked up again and he bounced on his toes. "What kind are they making?"

Kurt looked over at his boyfriend, wanting to be annoyed but he can't deny how adorable he looks. "Don't answer him," Kurt said, "he can wait and find out like a normal, non-cookie addicted person."

"We appreciate you boys coming over and keeping Dave company. He won't admit it, but being on bed rest is making him antsy." Paul lead them into the kitchen where Dave is sitting at the table looking scolded and Amy is hovering near the stove, wooden spoon held like a sword. "Did you win?" Paul asked his wife, leaning over and kissing her cheek.

"Don't I always," Amy said with a flourish of wooden spoon. "Hello," she turned to Kurt and Blaine.

"Mom, you remember Kurt? And this is Blaine, Kurt's boyfriend. He's the one with the cookie problem." Dave looked at Kurt with a smile.

Blaine bounced on his toes again. "They smell good Mrs. Karofsky," he said, eyeing the oven.

"Down boy," Kurt said pointing to a chair. Blaine stick his lip out in a pout but sat down in the chair. "Thanks for letting us come over," Kurt said to Dave's parent's.

"Are you kidding?" Amy said with a smirk. "Anything to get him to stop being so petulant. You'd think he'd be happy since he had a date last night."

Dave groaned and hit his head against the table. "I hate you, just so you know."

"Don't say that," Blaine said, "your mother seems like a wonderful woman. And a wonderful baker."

"Oh, I like you too. Why are all your friends so handsome and polite?"

"Not all of them," Dave said darkly and the room tensed. "Sorry..."

Kurt gave Dave's parents a look and saw the worry in their faces. "I was hoping Dave would give me the details about his date last night. If you two wouldn't mind watching Blaine that is."

"I am not a puppy," Blaine said with big eyes. "I don't need to be watched."

"He will eat all of those cookies," Kurt said, "without waiting for them to bake fully."

Blaine looked sheepish but didn't argue the point. "I think I have just the thing for Blaine to do. Would you like to help me make a pie? I've been planning to take one to Coach Bieste for days now. Dave's not in a baking mood and Paul's pretty hopeless at it."

"That means I get to watch football," Paul said. "I'll be in the TV room if you need me. You can come around anytime kids," he said, "especially if you are going to keep getting me off the hook with the baking."

Kurt looked at Blaine to see if he was okay hanging out in the kitchen, but Blaine's eyes were wide with excitement like they get when he's allowed to watch Kurt bake. "You know Mrs. Karofsky, Kurt never lets me help. He says I'm too excitable and I'll mess things up."

"Well then dear, you can come help me." Amy smiled at the boy before reaching for a cookbook.

"Up," Kurt said to Dave. Dave got out of the chair carefully and pointed to the door in the back of the kitchen. Kurt followed him out the door and into the backyard. Dave sat down on the porch swing and Kurt leaned up against the railing in front of him. "Are you okay?"

"No!" Dave said fiercely. "I'm pissed. I want to kill them for what they've done to me. I used to call them my friends Kurt. I went to Greg's sister's wedding. Josh and I went to football camp together. I've known them all my life."

Kurt couldn't help his eyes from tearing up. "Dave, they aren't real friends if they can't accept who you are. They aren't you real friends if they can hurt you like that."

"I hurt you like that," he whispered. "I made your life hell. Doesn't that mean I'm not your real friend?"

Kurt moved forward, kneeling down in front of Dave, and taking his hands. "You aren't the same person," he said. "This guy, the one I'm looking at right now, that's the real Dave Karofsky. The guy pushing me into lockers and threatening me, he was just a scared little boy. The person I call my friend, he's a man who's accepting himself and the people around him. He's my friend because he's kind, he's funny, and I feel like I could tell him anything and he wouldn't judge me. If I called him, he'd drop everything if I needed him too."

"How are you so sure it's the real me?"

"Because I've never seen you happier Dave," Kurt said softly. "I know it's hard, but you were worse off when you were hiding who you were. I know what they did to you makes you scared and angry and hurt. But I also know that it makes you want to be stronger. I know that Eric makes you happy in a way you've never felt with a girl before."

Dave looked up at Kurt, tears trailing down his cheek. "I'm afraid he's going to see the old me and leave. I'm not good enough for him."

"If Eric thought that, he wouldn't have said yes Dave. Eric knows who you used to be, but he also knows that you aren't that guy anymore. And you know it too." Kurt reached up and whipped the tears away. "You are an amazing person, being gay doesn't make you better or worse. And those people you used to call friends, if they can't see that, then they aren't worth your time."

Dave reached forward, pulling Kurt into a hug. Kurt wrapped his arms around Dave and stoked the other boy's back. "Thank you," he whispered against Kurt. "I owe everything to you."

Kurt pulled back, looking into Dave's eyes. "I didn't do anything but believe in you Dave. Now it's time you start believing in yourself."

Dave nodded, letting Kurt go and leaning back. "Thanks for coming over."

"Yeah, well once you said cookies there wasn't really an option left." Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Oh, you act like you don't love it," Dave teased. "I know you do."

Kurt smiled. "I really do," he said. "Now spill, tell me what happened."

(back inside)

Blaine looked out the window, seeing Kurt and Dave hugging. "He's very lucky," Amy said from the stove as she pulled the cookie out, "to have friends like you two."

Blaine smiled, turning away from the window. "We are just happy he's himself now," he said.

"That's a pretty amazing boy you have," Amy noted, handing Blaine a cookie. "You keep ahold of him, okay?"

"I plan to," Blaine said with a smile. "Are these peanut butter, oh my god?" Amy laughed as the boy ate the cookie in one whole bite.