Author's note: Part 4 of "Spankies" takes place chronologically at the same as this. It will be posted shortly.

You really need to read Spankies and this together - if I'd known at the outset I would have made it one fic, but you live and learn.

Lack of updates due to my grandmother dying and my children being sick (with surgery planned for next week).

PART TEN

He opens the front door, catching his reflection in the mirror his mom keeps by the front entrance and he's grinning like an idiot. Hummel likes him. God, Mercedes and Lucy are going to be impossible and will no doubt label themselves the ultimate matchmakers, but he doubts he'll have time to care. Fuck. Is that too optimistic?

"Where's Kurt? I thought I heard his voice…"

"You mean you heard him yelling at me." His mom nods and inclines her head, looking a little smug and he shakes his head, a bit embarrassed. "Uh, he didn't feel up for tutoring today so we're just taking a break today."

"Oh, okay then. Are you okay? You look a little flushed. You're not coming down with something are you?"

"No mom. Definitely not. Just feeling a bit warm. Um."

He leaves her standing there, heading for his room. God, he can't talk to his mom about this. She might be his biggest supporter, but he's not talking to her about Kurt Hummel, or about his waning reluctance about pursuing something with him. He doesn't know if it's really reluctance now, or just some anxiousness about the unknown. Although there is the whole name calling and bullying, but that is in the past. Kurt had actually seemed sincerely apologetic, and maybe he's making this into a bigger thing than it is. Mercedes and Lucy aren't holding a grudge against him, although he doesn't know how they'd feel if he were hooking up with someone like Santana Lopez.

Oh shit, he just thought about Kurt and hooking up in one conscious thought and… yeah, he more than just likes the idea. He collapses onto his bed and stares at the ceiling. Screwed if he knows how it's going to happen though, or what the next step is, or if it's going to happen at all. Does he ask him out or wait for Kurt to ask him? What if he asks and he says no and it's just a massive joke? He shakes his head, he's over thinking it. He's pretty sure Kurt hasn't planned this – everything today has been too raw to have been premeditated.

He plays the kiss over in his head, wondering what it would be like to kiss him back, to actually make out with him. He was really too much in shock to appreciate it, but the idea of having time, lots of time, to kiss him and feel his body pressed up against his. That Kurt wants to kiss him and push his body up against him is exhilarating and he feels attractive, maybe even sexy, for the first time in his life. His cock has been filling slowly while he'd been thinking, and he shifts it, the slight adjustment feeling good enough that he rubs his hand along the length again.

A quick glance at the clock tells him he has at least twenty minutes before Blaine turns up, which is plenty of time for what he wants to do. First things first he closes and locks his door. Embarrassing as it is, his mom will know not to disturb him. He lies back down again, undoing the buckle on his belt and wiggling until his jeans and briefs are down enough for him to be able to grasp his cock. He wonders what it'll feel like to have another guy touch him like this, and it's not like he hasn't thought about this before, but the actual possibility of it happening has never seemed so real before. So close.

He strokes, trying to imagine what another guy's cock might feel like, and he guesses it wouldn't be much different, except for width and length maybe. He's filled with a sudden and incessant desire to know what Kurt's cock looks like. His own is fairly thick but average in length, judging from the porn he's seen. Right now it feels overly warm in his hand, harder than usual when he's jerking off, and maybe it's because he's had his first kiss, which is the start of his sexual experience regardless of anything further happening with Kurt.

That it's Kurt, a guy he has fantasized about off and on for a good few years despite not liking him for much of it is kind of hot, not to mention an ego boost. He lets his mind run rampant, consider all sorts of wonderful physical things they can do together, and he knows Kurt is flexible. His hand speeds up at the thought, the image of Kurt's legs wrapped around his waist as he carries him to a bed. The idea of doing it in reality is terrifying, but that's the beauty of fantasy, their hands are sure, removing clothes and there's no awkwardness. Naked bodies pressed against each other, cocks sliding, teeth nipping and tongues tasting skin.

He licks his lips, tasting the salt of sweat on his upper lip and feeling the rasp of stubble and he lets his imagination pretend it's someone else. Kurt. Now that he's actively thinking about it, allowing himself to think about it, his body feels tight, stretched and he reaches down with his other hand to cup his balls. His other hand is still pumping, jerking frantically and he's getting close. Knows he's so so close to coming.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Dave? You in there?" The door handle rattles. "Why is your door locked? Are you okay?"

"Fuck off Blaine!"

Oh god, he can't believe it, he could kill him. He pants, body almost arched completely off the bed, and if he weren't right on the edge the presence of Blaine on the other side of his bedroom door would be a complete buzz kill but as it is he can't stop.

"Is Kurt in there with you?"

"No!"

"Man, no need to yell…"

"Oh god, fuck, shit… ugh…" he tries to keep quiet as he comes, although Blaine has to know what he's doing in here and he hopes he's gone back downstairs. God he hopes so. He really doesn't need to think about his best friend while he's getting off. Any of his best friends. He can't even lie there and enjoy the after glow, knowing Blaine is down stairs waiting. Damn him. His body feels heavy and warm as he moves, reaching for the tissues beside his bed and quickly cleaning up and getting re-dressed.

He washes his hands and heads downstairs, and he can hear Blaine talking to his mom in the kitchen. Blaine sounds worked up but his mom is laughing too much for him to be worried. He stands in the doorway and Blaine immediately stops talking before flushing red and looking away.

"Closed bedroom door huh?" His mom asks, and he groans and tells her 'shut up' under his breath. Sometimes he wishes his mom could be a little more stand-offish like Blaine's mom, but then again his friends all love his mom so he guesses he got pretty lucky. "Blaine seems to think he owes you an apology. Two now I suppose."

"Oh god mom, please, can we just not talk about it?" He turns to Blaine. "What do you need to apologize for?"

"For telling Kurt! I didn't mean to tell him! I thought he knew. I thought maybe you were angry with me."

Blaine actually looks worried and he shakes his head, smiling slightly. He's not closeted, just careful, and having Kurt know isn't a bad thing. He doesn't hold it against Blaine at all, still kind of amused that Blaine managed to talk to him. There's hope for him yet.