Chapter 35-Confessions-Part 1
Author's Notes:
Sigh! I'm quite aware that it's been months since I updated. And I guess I could apologize for that, but I have to honestly say that I've been working like crazy on this pretty much nonstop. However, I've been writing backward, so I have quite a few future essential scenes already crafted. I honestly had to take a step back and outline some things because this story as a whole has shifted from the initial idea, and I'm ok with that. Part of that was because of your feedback and responses to the polls, and I love how you guys have inspired some of the plotlines. It took me awhile to adjust some things so that everything still comes together when it should. That being said, you guys will be getting some answers soon on some of the plotlines that have kind of been hanging. I haven't forgotten them or neglected them. Everything will tie together. I hope you will still be along for the ride since you've come this far with me.
I won't commit to a publishing schedule though I wish I could, because I stress over deadlines too much and then I feel like the quality suffers. I was very guilty of binge writing to the point that writing was taking precedence over other important things. I have reprioritized some things that should come first. And so, if my girls ask me to come and play with them, I do. And if it's dinner time or bedtime, I stop. However, this story will see the finish line. I have the end in sight, although there are a lot more duets to come, so hang on to your seat and strap yourselves in because these next few chapters will be a roller coaster. Just a warning.
Warning: A very sexy talk followed by some sexy times. Not too steamy though.
Recap:
Blaine and Kurt both know it's time to have a talk about moving things forward in their relationship.
Santana tells Blaine that she has someone on the inside telling her that things are about to get really crazy. She knows someone's pregnant, and she suspects that the rules are about to change, again!
During the dress rehearsal, Quinn collapsed during a very high- energy number. Now, everyone is about to find out why.
Sue knows that Quinn and Jake snuck around to see Puck.
"Quinn? Quinn?" The blonde's eyes opened to the cacophony of shouting and worried teammates standing over her. She blinked her eyes a few times, attempting to take in the muddled up blur in front of her. Her stomach still felt queasy and she felt dazed and lightheaded. Her head was throbbing, but she was unsure if it was caused by the fall or the chaos from the contestants and mentors scurrying around her. She rubbed her ankle, which was hurting, but it couldn't be that bad. Blaine and Finn extended their hands and tried to pull her up to her feet, but she immediately winced in pain and dropped back to the floor.
"Ms. Fabray!" It was that firm but calm tone that finally pulled Quinn from her momentary stupor. "Ms. Fabray," Carmen started again. "Are you alright?"
Quinn immediately took the cold towel Sam gave her and wrapped it around her ankle. Then, she accepted the ice cold bottle of water Kurt handed her. "I think I twisted my ankle. I'm ok, but it hurts. I should get it checked out. It was broken in the accident last year, and I really shouldn't be on it if I reinjured it," Quinn reasoned.
"She's right," Will asserted, examining her ankle. "It's red, and we need to get something on it. And we need someone to check it out."
"I never thought I'd say this, but Buttchin is right. Injuries are no laughing matter, although that performance certainly was. The whole production reminded me of the time my sister wanted to paint a wall in her room to look like the chocolate room in Willie Wonka's factory. We couldn't afford paint, so we used like 70 bottles of nail polish and we both were higher than Snoop Dogg in that terrible movie where he was a pilot," The contestants all went silent only to startle when Sue yelled directly into her megaphone. "Roz, Elsa's down! Get over here and make sure she's able to continue. Weak-ass pathetic excuse for performers."
Roz power walked over to the injured blonde and examined the swollen ankle. "I see Blondie over here failed to stretch properly, even though I advise you to do it every day. But did you listen to me? It's not like I would know how to keep the human form in perfect shape. It's not like I'm a former Olympian who's still at the top of her game, unlike washed-up Sue Sylvester."
"I beg your pardon," Sue called into the megaphone, despite the fact that Roz was less than a foot from her.
"Oh, I'm sorry. You probably didn't hear that. I'll repeat it in a moment after you've turned up the volume on your hearing aid. Cheerleader Barbie, come with me. We'll ice that ankle and have you back here in no time," Roz said.
"It hurts to walk. I've only been out of the chair for about six months now, and I would rather not go back in it," Quinn replied.
Sue rolled her eyes. "Please. I was once launched out of a cannon at a Cheerleading Nationals Competition and I missed the net. It caused multiple broken bones and a ruptured spleen.
"Wow! How long did it take you to recover from that?" Sam asked.
"Oh, I recovered quite quickly, although I hear the mascot that cushioned my landing walks with a limp to this day."
"Perhaps we should take a break while Ms. Washington examines Quinn," Will suggested.
"Nonsense," Sue retorted, still speaking in the megaphone. Will wiggled his finger in his ear, as if to signal for Sue to put the megaphone down, but she didn't seem to notice. "I don't want to be here any longer than we have to be because I've got quite a busy day. I have to go see the ear, nose and throat specialist because if the next performance is anything like the last one, I do believe that I'll be bleeding from one if not both of my ears."
"Um, are you sure Quinn will be ok. I mean, she's my partner this week and all. Maybe I should go check on her," Finn interjected.
"Oh, I see what you're up to, Gigantor. You think if your partner is unable to perform that I'll allow you to pair up with Ms. Hairy again? Well, you've got another thing comin'," Sue barked.
"Finn, I'll assist Quinn to Roz's office," Emma offered.
"Why, thank you, Erma, for finding something you're actually qualified to do," Sue quipped. She turned toward the boys. "Now, get up there."
"Ms. Sylvester, I think Mr. Schuester is right," Carmen asserted. "I think everyone should take a short break while Ms. Washington assesses Quinn. And while they do, I think we need a word in your office."
So, is it sprained?" Ms. Pillsbury asked the former Olympian.
"I think so," Roz answered as she wrapped the ankle with an ace bandage. "Damn, I was kinda hoping it was broken. I haven't gotten to practice anything I learned from when I had that ride-a-long in the Valley. I've always wanted to use my x-ray machine."
"Um, sorry I disappointed you there. Wait, you have an x-ray machine? Don't you have to have some kind of degree to own one of those things?"
"Not if you buy it used on eBay. Now, where did I put that thing?" Roz asked, opening cabinet doors and leaving the supplies she removed in total disarray. "Give me a minute. I'll go and check in the supply closet. Don't you go nowhere, Elsa," Roz demanded.
Roz left the room, and Quinn sighed. "Thank you. I think that woman has even more screws loose than Sue. I'm fine though. I don't need an x-ray."
"Quinn, I think your collapse may have been caused by more than just the weak ankle. I've heard you in the bathroom this week," Emma stated.
"Oh, it was the stomach bug. Remember, you had it too. I heard you throwing up as well," Quinn replied. "Are you feeling better?"
"Yes, a little bit, but you aren't. I heard you throwing up this morning. I think maybe you should go to a real doctor to get appropriate care. I think we both know this is more serious than a stomach bug. Quinn, are you pregnant?"
"Of course not. I'm not that stupid."
"Quinn, she's going to give you an x-ray, and if you're pregnant it could harm a baby. Are you sure?"
"Yes, my father would kill me if I ever got pregnant before I got married."
"I think I need to tell you that after I heard you throwing up in there, I took it upon myself to clean in there so the germs don't spread. I think that's how I got sick. But while I was in there, I found something. It was a pregnancy test. I hoped I'd get to talk to you privately about this matter. I brought you this to read," Emma said, handing Quinn the same pamphlet she had unintentionally handed to Blaine during their counseling session.
"Seriously, I'm not pregnant, Ms. Pillsbury. I'm bulimic," Quinn admitted, dropping her head in shame. "I was really fat in middle school, and I got tired of being made fun of so went on a diet, lost all of the weight, joined gymnastics and the cheerleading squad and was on the perfect track to success, until….until the accident. After being wheelchair bound for months and being depressed about the accident, I started gaining weight again, but I couldn't just lose the weight this time like before. I hate it. I hate feeling so hungry that I start to picture people as cupcakes, although Mercedes looks delicious. Ugh! I'm so embarrassed."
"Don't be embarrassed. I understand completely. Well, not about the bulimia because I've always been extremely thin, but that's only because I'm so picky about what I eat. But I understand completely what it's like to dislike the way you look. And I definitely understand how hard it is to try to accept yourself the way you are. OCD, remember. Some days, life is just hard. Look, Quinn, I'll tell Ms. Sylvester that the sprain is pretty nasty and that Ms. Washington advised some rest. Then, we'll sit down in my office and I'll see if we can get you some help."
Quinn smiled. "Thank you, Ms. Pillsbury. And I really appreciate your willingness to keep this between us," Quinn whispered.
"Of course," Emma smiled. "That's why I'm here."
"Found it!" shouted Roz excitedly as she slammed the door behind her. "Now, scooch that bony butt up so that you can prop that ankle on the table," she ordered.
"I'll see myself out, but I'll be back later," Emma told them. "I'll go ahead and head back so that I can inform Sue about your injury."
"So, I assume you've gotten complaints regarding the duet assignments. Let me guess? It was Ms. Mariah Berry and Brillo Head." Sue guessed.
Carmen frowned. "Ms. Berry has surpassed her normal amount of complaint emails by 50 percent. But it wasn't just her this time. There have been others this time with questions and uncertainty regarding the Duets. How were they assigned?"
"I assigned them. I let them pick their partners, within certain guidelines," Sue explained.
"I'm concerned that some pairs may have an unfair advantage due to the fact that some of these songs are just too dissimilar, and they may not fit well. May I offer a suggestion?" Carmen asked.
"Of course you may, although I'm certainly against coddling these kids. I merely wanted to see if we could separate the craft from the wheat, so to speak." Sue explained further.
"I think that's fine, and we'll keep the duets you assigned. But why don't we do this," Carmen said, showing Sue her plan.
"It's brilliant," Sue smiled and shook the judge's hand.
Emma took a deep breath before stepping into the reception area. "Ms. Jackson, could I speak to Sue for a minute."
"Do you have an appointment," Becky asked assertively.
"Um no, but she-"
"Then, get out bitch!" Becky screeched.
"Becky, it's ok. I've been expecting her." Sue said, sticking her head out the door. "Send her in."
Emma walked in slowly. "Sue, I just wanted to let you know that Quinn has a badly sprained ankle and she has been ordered to get some rest."
"Oh really! And who gave the order. That kook of a physical trainer or you? Surely, it can't be you, because you certainly aren't qualified to make those kinds of calls. I think you should run along and tell her to limp back up here or she shouldn't bother to come back at all," Sue sneered.
"You can't do that!" Emma insisted. "That girl is exhausted and she's been killing herself for this show. She needs a break. Have you ever thought that you're making this show too hard."
"You think this is hard? I'm living with hepatitis. Now, that's hard! And you know what else is hard? Listening to whining, weak performers who think they're already a star just because they're on some TV show. If that girl isn't in that auditorium in fifteen minutes, you can tell her not to bother to come back at all because she's out! Do I make myself clear?" Sue asked forcefully.
"Crystal," Emma nodded, rushing for the door.
"So, do you think she's just tired? I know I've been exhausted too." Mercedes stated to Marley as Mercedes restyled her hair in the bathroom mirror. "But I remember she said she was recovering from a serious accident. Do you think it's bad?"
Marley frowned as she dried her hands on some paper towels. "I hope not. I know that she hasn't been sleeping well at all."
"That's because she's been sneaking around. I've heard her get out of bed a lot." Santana accused, walking out of a stall.
"Um, she's been sick," Marley mumbled, turning away from Santana and headed closer to the door, but she stopped when Rachel barged in. "I think something upset her stomach or something."
"Yeah, a fetus," Santana blurted.
"Wait, you think Quinn's pregnant?" Rachel shrieked, stopping abruptly where she was and turning back around to join the gossip. "But that's not possible! You have to have sex to get pregnant," she said a little quieter.
"Seriously, Berry! I'm proud of you. I didn't think you had a clue about the birds and the bees," Santana replied sarcastically.
"I can teach you what I know," Brittany remarked innocently, peeking her head out from the same stall Santana had occupied. "They both help flowers grow. Something called Polynesian."
Santana just smiled lovingly at Brittany as the blonde moved to the sink and began washing her hands. "I think you mean pollination, Britt. But I bet Berry over here has never let anyone near her honey pot."
"Not that it's any of your business, but I'm not a prude," Rachel replied, tossing her hair. "I was just waiting for the right person," she replied, blushing.
"Samwise Gamgee's already taken, Hobbit," Santana smirked. "But you totally want to get down and dirty with someone, perhaps Manboobs?"
"Finn has a great body," Rachel fired back.
"Oh, so he let you see it, huh? Do you have first-hand knowledge of that, Berry?" Santana teased.
"Leave her alone, Santana. You know Rachel wouldn't do anything to ruin her chances to win the show," Mercedes said. "That would get her eliminated.
"Puh-lease," Santana objected. "If that were true, half of the contestants would be eliminated by now. Isn't that right, Marley?"
"I wouldn't know," Marley replied, lowering her face so her friends couldn't see the blush spread across her cheeks.
"Why, sure you would!" Santana continued. "You and Quinn might actually become sisters-in-law, with the way you're both shacking up with Puckermans."
"You know what? Maybe we shouldn't be discussing this here," Marley remarked, glancing over at the stalls. Someone else could be in here or listening near the doors."
"What would it matter unless you had something to hide. It's true, isn't it? You and Babyface are getting nasty, aren't 'cha?" Santana grinned. "I bet he's got some hot moves on and off the dance floor, if you know what I mean!"
"Back off Santana!" Mercedes butted in. "Marley's clearly not comfortable with this conversation, and neither am I."
"Well, of course you aren't. But I'm sure that's because Berry's more educated on the birds and bees than you are. I mean, obviously, you have the hots for Sam, but I bet you haven't even loosened the girdle strings even a tiny bit for him, have ya now?" the Latina questioned.
"No, no I haven't. And I wouldn't, whether it was allowed to happen or not. I believe in chastity, and I admire Rachel for wanting to wait for the right person," Mercedes admitted. "Besides, I'm in this to win it. I'm not going to let a guy get me distracted. But speaking of guys and distraction, we need to be heading back. I don't want to miss the boys' performance."
"You guys go ahead," Marley told them. "I need to go to the restroom."
"But you already did," Mercedes reminded her. "Are you still feeling sick too?"
Marley shook her head. "No, I just shouldn't have downed all that grapefruit juice at breakfast. I'll catch up, ok." Marley wetted a paper towel and dabbed her forehead with it. She was about to head out the door when someone closed the door behind them and ran right into her. "Ms. Pillsbury, are you ok?"
"I'm sorry, Marley. Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost?"
"No disrespect, but so do you," Marley replied. "I guess I'm just really nervous. These challenges have just been so difficult and I always seem to come out on the bottom. I guess I'm just wondering why I'm even bothering to continue when clearly, no one wants me here."
"Marley, that's not true at all. You're a very sweet girl, and I know your current partner, Blaine, is saying great things about you," Emma said encouragingly. "You're going to have major opportunities unfold in your life."
Marley sighed. "Yeah, that's what I thought too until I went and blew it."
"Marley," Emma took the brunette's hand. "I'm here to give you guys some guidance, ok. I won't judge, and I won't say anything you don't want me to share unless it's something that compromises yours or another contestant's safety. You can talk to me," she said kindly to the brunette. "Is there something you want to speak about?"
"Well, um, I," Marley stammered. "Look, I don't really feel comfortable talking in here."
"I have some very informative pamphlets in my office if you ever need to speak about those things."
"Uh, I guess we can," Marley answered reluctantly.
"Ok, how about you stop by my office and we'll talk later in complete confidence, just between you and I," Emma reassured her.
"Uh, ok," Marley smiled nervously. "I gotta get back in there."
"Ok. Talk to you later," Emma smiled again. She watched the door close behind the brunette as she washed her hands in the sink, sighing deeply. She knew what was coming, but she really didn't want to face it. She took another deep breath, brushed her hair back into place and stepped out of the restroom and toward the auditorium.
Quinn hobbled back in the auditorium just in time to hear the boys utter the final line of their song.
All the Boys:
(It's my life!)
The boys all pumped their fists in the air as they heard applause. A goofy grin appeared across Finn's face until he saw Sue raise the megaphone to her mouth.
"Wow!" was all Sue muttered.
Finn's grin dropped slightly at the sight of Sue's blank face. "Um, thanks," Finn hesitated.
"Oh, don't thank me because I'm about to make a few confessions of my own," Sue sneered. "First, I'm only going to pass judgment on the first part because I stopped listening after the first thirty seconds. Second, If if you're going to do a Bon Jovi song, pick one that doesn't suck. Normally, Bon Jovi's music arouses me because it reminds me of the torrid affair I had with the guitarist. Third, that was a challenge, and I declare the boys the winner because none of them fell on their asses, which means, the boys will get first pick at tomorrow's rehearsal for the show next week,"
"But wait, we already have an assignment," Rachel objected, but Sue continued her rant.
"Fourth, I must confess that when I gave you this assignment I didn't really care if you fell on your faces or not because when it comes down to it, you are all sloppy and awful and a sorry excuse for performers."
Carmen cleared her throat. "What she means to say is that there was a mistake this week when the duets were assigned. We meant for the songs to be paired a particular way and we were going to allow you to pick them randomly. However, the instructions were mixed up, and some of you appeared quite upset when you tried the duets. And so, we're granting you all a reprieve so to speak. You won't have to perform the duets on the show next week," Carmen announced.
"Oh thank God," Mercedes sighed.
"However," Carmen continued. "You will do them tomorrow to show us how well you were able to make your songs work in spite of your struggles. Winners will be rewarded with the first pick of the selections you will use for the show. Those scoring in the bottom will be eliminated."
"So, wait? The elimination will be before the show this week?" Sam asked.
"Yes, and no," Carmen answered. This week's challenge will be a double elimination challenge, two tomorrow and in the results show. We will dismiss for now so that you can work on your current duets as much as you are able. Quinn, I know that you can't dance on that ankle, so you may choose to sit for the performance if you need. You and your partners may make whatever adjustments you need so that you can still have a successful performance. That is all."
Finn barged in the door of the room he shared with Sam after rehearsals that night. " I've been lookin' for you everywhere, dude. I gotta ask you somethin'." Finn shoved his hands in his pockets nervously. "Rachel said that one of the girls might be pregnant and that she would never want that to happen to her and stuff because she doesn't want anything to keep her from becoming a star. I just don't want that to happen to her. I want to do the responsible thing, ya know."
Sam shook his head. "Um, not really. What are you askin' about?"
"Sex with Rachel" Finn blurted.
"You want me to have sex with Rachel?" Sam scratched his head. "Um, I'm not really down with all of that. I mean, I'm really into Mercedes, and she really believes in mahogany, ya know."
"What's that?" Finn asked, dumbfounded.
"Like sex with just one person, and I wouldn't want to cheat on her," Sam explained.
Finn shook his head "No, man. I meant me."
Sam stepped back. "Hey, I know I'm an attractive guy, but I'm not into that. Damn, Kurt said losing the bronytail and the blonde hair would keep this from happening. I'm sorry, but I'm not gay."
Finn smiled. "I'm not either. I was talking about me having sex with Rachel."
Sam grinned. "Oh, ok. That's cool. You scared me for a moment there. I mean, not that there's anything wrong with that, but I thought you were hitting on me."
Finn chuckled. "Uh- no dude. I was just gonna ask you if you had any protection," Finn asked.
"From what? You mean like a bodyguard, like Ms. Beiste?" Sam questioned.
"Like a condom, Sam, so I didn't get her pregnant," Finn answered.
"Get who pregnant? Ms. Beist?"
Finn's head dropped into his hand. "No. Rachel. Do you have a condom I could bum from you so if Rachel and I have sex, I don't get her pregnant."
"Uh, no. Sorry man. Maybe you could ask Blaine or Kurt," Sam answered. "I think they may be able to help you out."
"Why? Wait, what? KURT AND BLAINE ARE HAVING SEX?" Finn blurted.
"Uh-I think so, but, uh-" Sam stammered. "I mean, I've covered for them a few times when they wanted some privacy. I thought you knew, man?"
Finn shook his head. He stood quietly for a moment, his expressions turning from one of confusion to one of determination. "Hey, are they in their room right now?"
"I don't think so. Kurt was still in rehearsal, and Blaine was talking to Nick when I left. Why?"
"Just cover for me. If Blaine and Kurt come upstairs, don't let them in yet."
"Why?" Sam asked puzzled.
"Because I really don't want to ask Kurt for condoms. I mean, his dad is dating my mom. I don't want him accidentally blurting out to his dad that Rachel and I are having sex. That could get really weird.
"So, wait? What are you going to do?" Sam asked.
"Just cover for me, kay." Finn replied.
"I can do that. I have a new Denzel Washington impression that might do the trick. And if that doesn't work, I can do my George W. Bush impression. Wanna hear it?'"
"Sure man, but later," Finn smiled, pausing to give Sam a fist bump, and then eased the door closed to their room.
All kinds of thoughts raced through Finn's head. He thought of all of the times Kurt had seemed uncomfortable or oblivious when the topic of sex was brought up. Then again, he thought about the morning that both Blaine and Kurt showed up late, and Kurt's shirt was on inside out. There was only one way to find out.
He tiptoed straight over to the dresser drawers and opened the middle drawer, finding only neatly folded undershirts. He pulled another drawer open, which was full of neatly folded and already pressed ties. He shut the drawer back knowing full well Kurt wouldn't have condoms in there. He opened the drawer on the right, sighing when he saw the neatly folded briefs and socks nestled in their designated spaces. This was silly. There's no way Kurt would have condoms. He started to close the drawer when something colorful caught his eye. He hesitated for a moment, but then curiosity got the better of him and he pulled it out of the drawer. However, he dropped it immediately when he realized that it was a book. A book about sex. Scratch that. A book about sex with a naked man on top of another man.
A gay sex book? Finn scratched his head. What the hell was Kurt doing with a sex book?
Maybe it wasn't what it looked like. He started to put the book back, but curiosity got the better of him when he noticed a pink post-it sticking out of the pages. He opened the book to the page and read the caption.
ANAL SEX- It Really Is Better in the End!
And suddenly, the book crashed to the floor, Finn's mouth agape. He leaned down to pick it up when he heard a voice.
"FINN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Blaine questioned, barging through the door. "You know how Kurt feels about people going through his things, especially his drawers. He'll be pissed."
Finn spun around in surprise to see Blaine stop right in front on him. "Speaking of being in people's drawers? What the hell are doing with Kurt?" he accused, as he stooped down to grab the book and thrust it in Blaine's face.
"Um, we actually haven't done that yet, but-" Blaine started.
"Butt is definitely not a word I want to hear right now. Tell, me you aren't planning on doing that to my future step-brother!" Finn demanded.
"Um, What Kurt and I do is between us, and it's really not your busin-" Blaine started but was interrupted when Kurt stormed over to Finn.
"FINN, WHAT THE HELL! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM, AND WHY ARE YOU RUMMAGING AROUND IN MY DRESSER?
"I-um- was looking for protection, you know. I thought you might have some." Finn answered, blushing profusely.
"And why would you need that? I thought you and Rach-" Kurt stopped suddenly. "WAIT! YOU'RE HAVING SEX WITH RACHEL?" Kurt yelled.
"Um, no, no. Not yet. We haven't, but, I um," Finn stammered, his eyes looking at the floor, trying desperately to avoid Kurt's livid glare. "Wait for a second! This isn't about me and Rachel. It's about you and Blaine," he said, trying to change the subject. Finn shot an accusatory look at Blaine. "WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING ON DOING TO MY FUTURE STEP-BROTHER?" He bellowed.
"Um, I wasn't planning on-" Blaine started, clearly embarrassed and flustered.
"Maybe, I WAS PLANNING ON DOING THAT TO HIM!" Kurt shouted, his cheeks blazing red with anger and frustration.
Blaine turned around toward Kurt, his mouth dropping wide open when he heard Kurt's words. Blaine's eyes grew dark with lust. "OH, HELL YES!" Blaine blurted, staring directly into Kurt's face. Finn cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable with the exchange that just occurred between the two other men. Blaine's cheeks flamed red when he realized that Finn was still standing there with the book in his hand, looking like he wanted to disappear into the floor.
"What's with all the yelling!" Santana asked, looking at the scene around her. Her interest seemed to rest on Finn and what he still had in his hands, and the clear discomfort spread across his face. "Whatcha boys got there?" she cackled, snatching the book from Finn. She immediately flipped the book over, revealing the page marked with the pink post-it. "Damn!" she exclaimed, staring at the image of two men in the throes of passion. "And that's only page 63. Dare I ask what the topic is six pages over. I bet it's mouth-watering," she smirked, winking at Blaine. "Wanky."
"Oh God!" Blaine sighed, facepalming. "Could everybody stop worrying about our sex life?"
"Could you not say that at all while I'm still here?" Finn asked sheepishly. "I mean, I think I've been scarred enough for one day.
"Seriously," Santana sneered, turning back towards Finn, "because I just saw you in their room, holding a gay sex book. Were you finally planning on coming out of that oversized closet."
"Uh, no. I was just looking for Kurt," Finn blurted quickly, realizing that he definitely shouldn't say anything to Santana about what he was searching for.
"No, you were rummaging through my drawers, looking for condoms so you could defile my best friend."
"Wait, Wait! Are you bumming rubbers? Holy Hell! I didn't know lady Hobbit had it in her." Santana winked. "Congratulations, Smeagol! That had to be a Hell of a journey!" Santana cackled.
"That's my best friend you're talking about, and possibly my future brother. What are you even doing in here? Get out, both of you," Kurt yelled. "NOW!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Legolas" Santana mocked, turning back towards Kurt. "Were you planning on firing your own arrow at Dildo Baggins " Santana grinned.
"It's Bilbo Baggins," Blaine corrected.
"Nope, I said it precisely as I meant to say it," Santana laughed. "Planning to begin that journey soon, I see?"
"You curious, Santana? Tough, because what I do with Blaine is none of your business. So get the hell out and quit being noisy, " he demanded, giving her his fiercest bitch glare. "And Finn, stay out of our room and out of my things." He pushed them out of the door, pausing for a moment. "Uh uh, you're not taking this," Kurt sassed, snatching the book out of Santana's hands. "Now, if you'll excuse us!" he said slamming the door in their faces. "Can you believe them? The nerve. I'm mortifi-"
Kurt's rant was interrupted when Blaine's lips slammed into his, kissing Kurt aggressively. "Damn, Kurt!" Blaine panted. "Did you mean it?"
"Yeah," Kurt mumbled, his eyelids fluttering as Blaine started kissing down his neck. "Did you want to-?"
"Hell yes, Kurt," Blaine replied, cutting off Kurt's sentence, placing frantic kisses at the dip above Kurt's collarbone as his hands tugged at Kurt's shirt to expose all that creamy skin. "What do you want to do?" Blaine implored. "Please, tell me!" His plea was desperate, wanting, full of desire, his fingers grasping at clothes, searching for bare skin to touch.
"Your hands, your lips," Kurt panted, his neck arching back as Blaine continued nipping at sucking at the sensitive flesh there. "So good Blaine," he gasped as he unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and let it slide to the floor, not caring that it was one of his favorites. He was completely consumed with Blaine, who immediately began exploring Kurt's chest, first with fingers and then with lips. Kurt moaned as Blaine's tongue started trailing across his chest and boldly lapped over one of Kurt's nipples as his hand snaked down over the denim fabric and brushed his erection. It caught Kurt so off guard that he pulled back.
"Bl-Blaine," Kurt sputtered. "Blaine, wait. We can't-"
"I'm sorry," Blaine pulled back immediately, looking hurt. "I thought you told me to touch you. I know we said no hands below the equator, but with what you said to Finn- I thought you changed your mind. I'm sorry," he apologized again.
"Blaine," Kurt sighed. "Elliott was right. We need to talk about this," Kurt said, sitting down on the bed.
"I didn't mean to, Kurt," Blaine said, his shoulders slumping against the wall
"I know." Kurt smiled reassuringly. "I know," Kurt smiled softly. Come here," Kurt requested, patting the spot next to him on the bed. Blaine sat down nervously, his eyes still staring at the floor. "Blaine," Kurt said again soothingly, taking Blaine's hand gently in his own and caressing it. "You didn't do anything wrong. You didn't make me feel uncomfortable."
"But you asked me to stop," Blaine answered.
"Not because I was uncomfortable. It was because it felt too comfortable."
Blaine gave Kurt a puzzled look. "What do you mean?" Blaine asked, cocking his head to one side.
"If we hadn't stopped, I'm not sure I could, um, without it getting too-um, out of hand," Kurt admitted. "It just felt really amazing, and I-I wanted you to, but I didn't know what you were about to do."
"I didn't really know what you wanted either, and I'm kind of glad you told me to stop. I hope that you know that I'd never pressure you into doing anything you aren't comfortable with," Blaine said. "It was just - I thought you wanted me to, and after seeing that book, I guess I was confused. Is that book yours?" Blaine asked, his eyes unable to look at his boyfriend's face.
Kurt's head dropped, clearly embarrassed. "Don't judge me, please. I just, um, after we talked about intimacy the other night, I decided that although I'm not exactly ready right now, I want it with you, sooner than later. However, I realized that I wasn't sure what it was that I wanted, that you wanted. Oh God! This is mortifying!" Kurt exclaimed, his face burying itself in his hands.
"Hey, it's ok," Blaine said gently, caressing his hand. "It's more than ok. I love that you're willing to do something like that for me, for us, even though you aren't entirely comfortable with all of it yet, and that's what I meant, about us talking. Maybe, we could look at the book together and talk about what you are and aren't ready for," Blaine suggested.
"You mean, you aren't weirded out?" Kurt squeaked.
"God no. If anything, I'm incredibly touched that you want that with me," Blaine replied. "I love you, Kurt," Blaine smiled.
"I love you too," Kurt smiled. "And I'm sorry I'm so uncomfortable with all of this, but I don't want to be. That's why I asked Elliott to pick up the book for me. I wanted to work my way through this. And I want to try some things, but I knew I had to be able to ask for them first. And I didn't want to not know the correct terms and embarrass myself- and oh God!- I-"Kurt babbled. "I just wanted to see if you and I were on the same page."
"I hope, in the name of all that's holy, that page is number 63 because that looks hot as hell. I just want to share anything with you that you feel comfortable doing." Blaine said, his honey eyes ablaze with desire and love.
"Well then, let's do it," Kurt smiled.
"Do what?" Blaine chuckled. "You gotta tell me, Love."
"Talk about it," Kurt smiled tentatively as he scooted closer to Blaine so that their thighs were touching. He placed the book on Blaine's lap and opened it to the front cover.
Blaine smiled back softly. "Ok, he agreed, as his fingers brushed over Kurt's hand. "Why don't we just go through this and discuss what we'd like to try, no judgments, just honesty? We can veto anything that either of us is not up for," Blaine suggested. " We don't have to rush anything. I'm up for anything you want to try whenever you're ready. It doesn't matter, as long as it's with you because all I want to do is show you how much I love you.
"I think that's great. Then we should skip chapter one. It's about coming to terms with being gay. Chapter two, on the other hand, would be a good place to start," Kurt grinned, flipping to the page.
"Looks- I mean, sounds perfect," Blaine chuckled, bumping his shoulder into his boyfriend's playfully.
"So, condoms, huh?" Kurt asked, his eyes wide. "Does that mean that you eventually want, um, penetrative sex?"
"Um, well, it didn't sound like you were completely opposed to it. I have to admit when you told Finn that you wanted to do that to me, I've never been more turned on in my life," Blaine admitted.
Kurt's eyes grew wide. "You mean, you'd want to bottom?"
"I've never tried it before, but I'd be willing to if you wanted. I'm open to the idea," Blaine said sweetly, then turned beet red at the realization of the pun he just made.
"You're open to it," Kurt giggled. "Well, in that case, let's see what else you're open to," he teased, turning the page.
"That," Blaine said pointed at a picture of mutual masturbation, "definitely that," Blaine repeated, his eyes staring intensely at Kurt. "Any chance we could allow some exploration of some unknown territory?" his hand rubbing Kurt's thigh through his jeans.
"Talk first, Blaine, then, we'll see," Kurt grinned.
"In that case, turn the page, you little minx," Blaine joked, dropping a kiss to Kurt's cheek.
Sebastian yawned and rubbed his eyes. He'd been at it for hours, staring at the small screen on his laptop computer. Most of the footage Jacob had given him was useless and quite disturbing for a gay man to watch. He knew JBI must've had a screw loose in order to be obsessed with the shrill Hobbit girl, but apparently, he was just a really big pervert. There were quite a few scenes that were zoomed in on the female contestants in dance practice, clad in short shorts and sports bras. He wasn't even going to ask why Jacob thought Sebastian needed footage of that. After watching for hours upon hours, there was very little footage that he could actually use. As it stood, he'd have enough to bring some shame and disgrace on a few of the people that had wronged him, especially Santana and her not-so-bright girlfriend.
But there was no smoking gun, nothing to drive his point home. Just a lot of bits and pieces, but nothing that tied it all together.
Until…
A wide grin spread across the man's face when he realized what he was watching. That sniveling little weasel had saved the best for last. It was the proof he needed, the final nail in the coffin to accomplish his plan for revenge.
He pulled the white cards from his desks, the ones he had rescued from the waste can from the very first group meeting. Those cards had everyone's' deepest, darkest secret. Well, at least they used to be secrets. Sebastian grinned as he started photographing the cards one by one. He had given himself a deadline, and it was almost here. And then finally, he'd have his revenge.
Author's Note: I'll have the next chapter posted when I can. Hopefully, it won't 2 months this time. There's a new poll posted. And remember, nothing motivates a fanfic writer more than hearing from you guys. I just wanted to give a shoutout to my beta, Kellyb321. Thanks girl for calling me on it when something doesn't make sense.
Remeber, I love hearing from you guys. I hope this chapter gave you some chuckles. I had fun writing certain scenes.
New Poll: Eliminations are coming soon (next chapter my friends). Who stays? There are 12, and we are going down to the final eight.