Blaine had to be honest, his eyes was stuck to the ass of one Kurt Hummel the whole day. Santana and Puck had given him an eerily similar wanky eyebrow raise after catching him trailing his eyes up and down those gorgeous thighs. It's not my fault! He mouthed to them silently, they had agreed. Kurt's pants weren't even his usual skinny jeans though, it was just a slim cut but you know Kurt, red is his color. And red means passion. To a 18 year old, passion means … you know what it means.

Blaine, fortunately, did not pop a boner in school but the car ride home was extremely uncomfortable. There Kurt sat, feet tapping on the accelerator and shifting the gears, Blaine's imagination went wild. It was pretty private in the car right? He caught a glimpse of Kurt's crotch before flying back to the windscreen.

"Hmm Blaine, really flattering but very distracting." Kurt hummed, continuing the journey. "You know I know you are staring holes in my butt the whole day."

Blaine just whimpered, trying to look at Kurt's face but falling to his lips and down his chest covered in the black shirt and his gold buckle belt and those lovely, lovely pants…

"BLAINE!"

"SORRY!" Blaine crossed his legs, hoping it could comfort his brother a little by giving some space. The zipper was not very friendly, though. "Ugh." He pulled his satchel over his lap, uncrossing his legs, his never really understood what a painful boner was. Now he does. I really should have masturbated last night.

"Why didn't you?" Kurt replied. Blaine's eyes pooled.

"Did I say that out loud?" Kurt nodded, leaving Blaine frustrated as hell.

"I fell asleep halfway, I was too tired. I was butt naked and mom just walked in. Horrible."

"I feel you Blaine. The one day I decided to skinny sleep my dear step brother decided it was funny to pull the duvet off me"

"Wha…"

"Leave the story till next time, we've reached."

Kurt and Blaine hopped out of the vehicle, Blaine trailing behind him happily staring at Kurt's bright red ass again, until they went into the house and Kurt turned around, an expectant look in his eyes. He hooked a finger, flirtatiously opening the top button of his dress shirt. Blaine swooped in on the chance, even if it was just a small makeout session.

When Kurt's palm gave Blaine's bum a small squeeze, he knew it was more than a makeout session. They hurried upstairs throwing the bedroom door open.

"Unnngh." Kurt's fingerpads squeezed his butt, making him thrust up against Kurt. He spun the two of them around, colliding into the wall with a thump, Kurt humping on his thigh. Blaine never saw or felt Kurt hump him so needily before, but it was kind of pleasurable for him. A certain poke was Kurt's boner, hips rolling sexily. Kurt was turned on by him this very moment. Yes, they had sex for quite some time now but it never fails to amaze Blaine how Kurt could feel horny about him.

"Nnng." Blaine moaned, pulling Kurt's shirt off him, swiftly pulling away his belt and letting Kurt hump his hip properly. Kurt moaned, biting on Blaine's shoulder as he got closer to the edge.

"KIDDO?" Burt's voice sounded through the door.

"Crap, dad is home. No-mmmph" Kurt tried stopping mid-hump but Blaine stopped him, shifting his hips and made their crotch acquaintances. Blaine whimpered, needing to release so badly. He could already feel his dick suffocating, probably detaching itself already.

"KID!"

"No.. Please Kurt let me blow you at least I'll get myself off?" Blaine pleaded, pulling them both onto the bed away from the wall. Kurt's clouded mind could only make him nod shakily, and they collapsed noisily onto the mattress. Blaine spoke a little louder, "Burt give us a moment please?" His fingers were hurriedly freeing Kurt's uncomfortable tight pants and sank his mouth down. Kurt couldn't even reply anymore.

"HMMMLY FKKKK" Kurt held a large moan coming up, took a down pillowand stuffed it in his face before groaning loudly into it, back curving with the surge of pleasure attacking. "HMM BLLLN" He couldn't control; he was so close to the edge, so close to exploding. After a few sweet licks to the head, he thrusted up Blaine's mouth once and came. He was in heaven - pure bliss and pretty gay flowers and all. He woke up from the wooze when Blaine doubled in coughs.

"Oh my god are you alright?"

"M' fine! Cough cough cough just wrong pipe…" He sat down, face red after coughing so much. Kurt apologized, knowing he shouldn't have pushed in so suddenly, and planted a sweet sorry kiss to Blaine's plump lips. He pulled away, frowning.

"Oh ew." Kurt made a face after tasting a certain awful smell. Blaine giggled, nose rubbing on Kurt's neck comfortingly.

"Bad day to choose not to have my orange juice. Coffee sucks in a way.."

"But I love how you taste.." Blaine whispered, not had his orgasm yet in like, two days? When he's horny he's brutally blunt, Kurt noted.

"Don't swallow next time if you find it weird tasting-"

"I had two glasses of orange juice today.." Blaine purred, his hazel eyes seducing in muted passion. Kurt's eyebrow softly rose up, knowing full well what his intention was.

"Oh..?" Kurt's finger peeled the belt away, reaching in for the treasure and pulled it out. He slowly sank his mouth down, eyes staring into Blaine's and trying to deepthroat.

"Oh no Kurt don't-" Blaine saw his cock disappear into Kurt's mouth, wait, Kurt didn't have a gag reflex? When- "Oh yeah-fuck" He could feel Kurt's nose bumping to his pubic bone every slow movement, feeling his balls squeeze in delicious warm pleasure.

"KURT AND BLAINE STOP I AM IN YOUR BATHROOM!" Burt's voice echoed through-

"WHAT?!" Kurt pulled away in shock, gaping at his bathroom door trying tothink of words to verbally murder someone behind it.

Blaine couldn't stop his body response in time, by the time Kurt pulled away his mouth in hurry he was already too close to the edge. He ejaculated on his palm, not wanting to mess Kurt's sheets, whimpering in embarrassment.

"Oh Blaine shit- DAD DON'T COME OUT FOREVER." Kurt grabbed his towel off the hamper, they were not very dirty anyway, and Blaine cleaned himself up, not even having time for more shame, got dressed and quickly made his way down. Burt had a gun and Blaine didn't like guns.

He heard Kurt tap on the door upstairs, before his feet came pattering down to join him.


"Oh my god. Oh my fucking god." Kurt buried his face in Blaine's chest, almost sobbing. "I don't want to live anymore. It's unsafe here." Blaine patted Kurt's back, whispering softly.

"I'm sorry about your towel-"

"Kurt what happened?" Carole rushed up behind them, going forward to hug them both. "Blaine you may wanna button up a little more.. Burt will see-"

"I am traumatized for life." Kurt mumbled, rocking himself back and forth. "Carole, he was hiding in my bathroom. While we were having relations!" Kurt wailed, clasping Blaine closer to him. Blaine had a blank look in his eyes, looking nowhere, his spirit seemed to have been frightened away.

"I think…" Blaine started, I should go before he kills me." His eyes still faraway, blinking too fast. "I'm not too fond of having a gun pointed between my legs.." His voice was breathy, shuddering and covering his crotch with his satchel.

"I'm going with you." Kurt stood up, tugging him. "I'll be gone for a few days at least.. I am physically and psychologically too hurt and no, he can't have a say in this and yes, I'll be at Blaine's." He looped his arm in Blaine, then opting to circle it around Blaine's shoulder protectively using his height advantage. The duo made their way to Westerville before the evening.

A/N: What have I done! –cries- oh gosh I'm sorry Klaine and Burt for forever traumatizing you. Can we pretend this never happened?