AN: Ok, so the chapter's not a long one, but I felt this portion would be cheapened by doing more to it. Major Will/Kurt in here. :)

AN2: I want to hear what you think about top/bottom, because that's going to be happening relatively soon. ;) I'm curious for your opinions on the matter.

Will leaned on the door to Kurt's apartment sullenly. Kurt wasn't home and Will wanted, no, needed to see him. The incident with Jesse had put the cherry on top of an already horrendous day, and he'd just been utterly miserable and overly snappy because of it. God, if that man tried anything with his boyfriend . . .

Will sighed. How on earth had he gotten this bad? How had he gone from seeing someone as merely a very good student and an extraordinary performer to the gut wrenching, heart pounding, mental and physical need to have him close? It was like the way he felt for Terri back in high school, before he married her, and before she completely lost her mind. It was like with Emma before he realized that Carl was better for her and his emotions settled down to a very fond and very firm friendship. Oh, but in some ways it was nothing like his feelings for either of those two. Kurt just had this magnetism. He drew him in. Grabbed him by the soul and pulled him into this strange place where he couldn't bring himself to care anymore about his former teacher/student relationship with the man. Even the difference of their age had stopped bothering him somewhere down the line.

Until Jesse had walked back into their lives – young, arrogant, and unfortunately handsome Jesse – with his smug, overbearing confidence, and his devious smirks. It made Will suddenly wish he was younger, that he had more to offer, that he could find something in himself that made him a better choice than that ridiculously talented, self-absorbed, prick.

It didn't help that Kurt had been so standoffish this week. Will knew they'd both been rather busy, he with the theater prep and Kurt with trying to get himself ready for the production as well as trying to tackle school. Part of Kurt's school troubles bothered him a bit as well. The guy was nearly failing Spanish but completely refused his help, and Will knew why. Kurt didn't want to get back into the feel of being his student again – it made him uncomfortable, and the younger man didn't want to push that particular issue because he knew it had been a rather sore, nagging moral problem with Will. Will, on the other hand, had grown beyond that and had tried to convince him that it wouldn't do to flunk because he kept mixing his French into his Español. He tried to emphasize the word 'tutor' rather than 'teacher,' but Kurt wasn't having it. So, he tried to let it go. It still bothered him.

What bothered him more was something a lot more selfish. Kurt had been positively awkward after last week's impromptu hand job in the parlor. Will had no doubt that the other man had enjoyed the experience, he'd reached orgasm after all.

Yet, he hadn't responded in kind with Will's proclamation of love. Maybe it was too soon. Maybe Kurt had mistook it for a heat of the moment exclamation, and maybe part of it was. But Will could not bring himself to regret saying it, because he really, truly did love the man. He knew that with utmost certainty. He was old enough and wise enough to know the difference between infatuation, crushes, lust, love, and being in love. Emma was a crush. He had been infatuated with her, and he did love her – but at the core of it was that she truly was his best friend. She was always there for him, always had advice when he needed it, and she stuck up for him fiercely in a way that she did with very few others. Terri. Terri was complicated, because after what she had done it was sometimes hard to remember how he'd felt for her once – and he couldn't really blame himself for feeling that way after a betrayal as grand as hers. She was his first love, and at one point, she'd been his entire world. He'd married the woman, after all.

But she didn't hold a candle to Kurt.

The slightest thought that this could all end, that Jesse might be able to worm himself in-between them clawed his heart raw. After all, the heart could be a fickle thing, and manipulated the right way could seed doubt into such a new relationship. While the two of them had known each other for many years, and although he knew Kurt had been crushing on him for at least one of those years, how was he to know if this whole thing wasn't an infatuation on the other man's part? And Jesse was a master manipulator. He'd done it with Rachel, why wouldn't he do the same with Kurt? Sure there wasn't a national title on the line in this situation, but Will could hardly ask what would be 'in it' for Jesse. After all the answer was right in front of his face.

Kurt.

Kurt had just physically appeared, and was turning the corner, walking down the hall, head down and obviously deep in thought. Seeming to sense his presence, the younger man lifted his head and forced a smile upon seeing him standing there. There was nothing easy about that smile, and Will's heart dropped. It must have taken some effort on the other man's part to put it on his face.

"What's wrong?" Will asked, and Kurt just shrugged and fumbled with his keys until he managed to get the correct one in the lock, turned it, and opened the door. Kurt motioned him inside and finally replied after putting his keys on the coffee table in his parlor.

"I had a run in with Jesse." Kurt said, and Will inhaled sharply. He licked his lips nervously.

"And?" Kurt bit his lip and looked off to the side, then limply motioned to the couch.

"Sit down." Will did, exhaling heavily the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Kurt sighed and approached him slowly, before putting his arms around Will's neck and straddling him on the couch. He stayed in that position for a few moments, just hugging him, and Will brought his hands around to return the gesture. Will wasn't about to complain about the action, but he was definitely worried. Something was wrong. Kurt finally leaned back, and the look – anxious would be putting it lightly – he fixed on Will was bothersome.

"You're not going to like this." Kurt said, and Will gulped. "I'm just going to be blunt; I don't think being anything less than straightforward is a good idea in this situation. Don't blow up until I finish, okay?" Will's eyes widened. Dear God, what the hell?

"Jesse and I are going out on Friday night."

Will felt something crack inside, and he squeezed the waist of the man atop him more firmly than he had been seconds earlier, if for no other reason than to keep himself from shaking less than he currently was. Kurt's eyes widened, as if realizing something.

"Oh God, Will that came out so wrong. It . . . It's not a date or anything . . . it's more like interaction practice. Just karaoke and a few drinks to loosen us up so we can try to figure out how to be more natural on stage. . ." Kurt shook his head when the look on Will's face didn't seem to ease in the slightest. "I made it clear to him that I was involved and wasn't interested in him. I . . ." Kurt didn't get to finish as Will's miserable voice cut him off.

"Interaction practice? You really bought that?" Will wasn't yelling or raising his voice in any way, but Kurt cringed just the same. "Kurt, he tricked you. If going to a bar on a Friday night with someone who's interested in you isn't a date, then I don't know what is."

Kurt hung his head.

"I know." he said, and Will's eyes narrowed slightly, his heart in his throat. "I know what his intentions probably are, but I had to agree to it. He's right about one thing. If we don't learn how to interact without looking like we're going to kill each other, how are we supposed to act madly in love on stage? I mean, I might be able to pull it off, but it'd still be a bit half baked, and Jesse . . . Jesse's not used to being emotional on stage. He's too much of a fucking robot. If there's any chance of this production getting done properly, then he and I have to get along. We have to work on this." Kurt's voice cracked, and Will flinched, disrupting the slight glare he was currently leveling at Kurt.

"This is my big break, Will – my dream. I don't want to crash and burn on the ground before I get a chance to fly . . ."

Will gulped and pulled Kurt into his arms, embracing him tightly and squeezing a few tears out of his eyes. How in the world was he supposed to say 'no' to that? How could he deny him that? Oh but the idea of it – it killed him, took something from within him and sliced it in twine, gripped his heart in a vice and shook it violently. He wanted to tell Kurt no. He wanted to . . . but still . . .

"Okay." Will croaked out, and Kurt leaned back and looked him in the eyes, searching for what, he didn't know. Kurt kissed him then, slowly and full of such emotion that Will could feel his heart lightening, the stress lifting bit by bit and softening around its jagged piercing edges. Kurt pulled away slightly, the younger man's breath tickling Will's moistened lips, and Will wanted nothing more than to have Kurt's lips back on his, a balm to melt away the aching in his heart. But Kurt just pulled back a little more when Will tried to lean back in and Kurt put a finger to the older man's mouth. He brushed his hand to the right and cupped Will's cheek, his eyes watering in unshed tears, projecting a touch of awe and no small amount of affection.

"William. . . you have no idea. . ." Kurt breathed "how much I . . .appreciate . . ." Kurt sighed. "This whole thing is so damn hard. . . . and your support. . ." Will's shaking hand reached to clasp Kurt's hand on his cheek.

"I love you." Kurt whispered, his voice cracking again with emotion, and then his lips were once more on Will's, renewed with passion, they lit Will on fire and caused the weight in Will's chest to lift completely – to evaporate. He loves me. Will thought to himself, over and over. Oh . . .oh thank god. . . he loves me.

It was a mantra that made him shudder, to positively tingle with joy.

Kurt's kisses were changing, a rapturous accelerando approaching allegro. Will was lightheaded, lighthearted, dizzy – Fuck, he was flat out drunk with the taste of him, high off the feel of Kurt's hands working underneath his shirt, touches like snowflakes on wildfire, a euphoric chill running down his spine and ending in pulsing warmth at his core.

Buttons snapping off their threads, Kurt showed no mercy to Will's cotton blend shirt, running one delicate hand up and down to worship his chest, and the other to coax easier access to Will's neck, sucking and nibbling at it before licking up to and exhaling hotly in his ear.

Will whimpered and arched his hips, grinding against Kurt's clothed member in desperate need for friction. Both moaned simultaneously, delicious heat lighting nerve endings that Will had nearly forgotten he had.

Oh, he was going to come in his pants like a goddamn virgin if Kurt didn't slow the fuck down.

Kurt was not slowing down.

Will's pants suddenly ceased to be a problem, as Kurt slid off the couch, taking the garment down with him. He smirked.

"No underwear, Will?" Kurt murmured huskily. "N-ice."

"Wha. . ." Will began but didn't finish. It was a wonder he didn't lose it right there. Kurt oozed sex. His heavy lidded, darkly polished aquamarine eyes were gleaming, his cheeks were blushed a virginal pink and he was kneeling over Will's very attentive, straining cock. "K-kurt?" Will questioned in a strangled squeak, and purposefully slowly, Kurt lifted and fixed those lust filled eyes at his partner. Will's breath caught in his throat.

"F-fuck." Will stuttered, and Kurt licked his lips. A guttural moan fell unbidden from Will's lips as Kurt lapped pearly white pre cum from his glans, then smiled devilishly and dragged a flattened tongue from base to tip, flicking at the slit before pulling back again. Will was shaking with his effort to keep himself under control. "Fucking t-tease. . ." The younger man smirked.

"I promised you a lesson, William" he drawled, and Will whimpered.

"K-Kurt . . ."

Kurt shook his head, the look in his eyes a mix of desire and mischief. He squeezed Will's cock firmly and laughed throatily at the moan that ensued.

"No, William." he said, and pumped leisurely with one hand, holding Will's hips down with the other to prevent him from thrusting. "Right now, it's Mr. Hummel to you."

Will's eyes didn't have a chance to show shock as his lover punctuated the remark by engulfing his cock in his mouth. Will's eyes rolled back, the vibrations from Kurt's – no ooohh fuck, Mr. Hummel's amused chuckle ripping through the very fabric of his being. God, the warmth, the – Oh god, the man was humming, that gorgeous voice mixed with the intensity of sensation was almost too much to bear.

The strained noise Will emitted was cut short by a silent yell – he couldn't get a sound out if he tried. The younger man deep throated him, and then his tongue was dragging up Will's length with incredible perfect pressure, tongue flicking circularly around the tip, fluttering licks teasing at the slit. He nearly cried he was so damn close.

"P-please . . .M-Mr. . . Hu-Hum. . ." Will couldn't even get the full name out as his lover sucked him deep into his mouth again. His cock hit the back of the Kurt's throat, the base tightly enclosed in the younger man's lips, a hot exhale from the nose teasing his balls. That was it. Holy fuck, he couldn't take it anymore, and he exploded into his lover's willing mouth, Kurt swallowing it greedily and shuddering with the whimpering noises escaping Will's throat in staccato.

Kurt shakily got to his feet, and Will pulled him back into his lap, kissing him soundly on the lips, shuddering at the mixed taste of himself and cherry chapstick. He went for Kurt's belt buckle, but the young man stopped him, and shook his head.

"No, William, that one was just for you." Will's looked at him in surprise, but Kurt just smiled and shrugged slightly. "Really, I'll be okay."

"Are you . . ." Kurt nodded firmly before Will could finish his question, and Will chuckled lightly. "Only because you insist, but K-" he paused and blushed. "Can I call you Kurt again?"

The younger man outright laughed, then nuzzled himself into Will's chest, absently playing with the thin layer of hair covering his lover's toned torso.

"One condition." Kurt said with a smirk, and Will raised an eyebrow. Kurt stopped his fidgeting for a moment to rest his palm on Will's chest and look up at him.

"Stay here tonight." Kurt whispered. "Just stay with me."

Will's slowly forming ecstatic grin was contagious and Kurt mirrored it along with him. Pulling a fleece blanket from the top of the couch, he wrapped the two of them in it and held Kurt a little tighter.

"I'd be a goddamned fool to say no."