Chapter 37-Confessions Part 2
Author's Note: This all occurs on the same night, before the duels.
Recap:
Quinn revealed to Emma that she's bulimic.
The boys won the last challenge, but nobody is really sure what that means.
Blaine knows about Kurt's book, and they are in the process of some -hands-on learning.
Sebastian has embarrassing footage of everyone.
Santana is trying to keep an eye on all of the shady characters.
We still aren't sure who's pregnant, but the cat is about to be out of the bag.
"Finn, I'm not sure this is the best place to meet. We might get caught," Rachel protested as they made their way inside the pool house.
"It's fine, Rach," Finn assured her. "Puck told me that Zizes tampered with the cameras in here so that no one sees the current footage. If they're watching, all they are seeing is a video of an empty pool house. Cool, huh?
"Wait, they're filming in here too?" Rachel blurted.
"Uh, yeah. Nobody told you that?" Finn asked.
Rachel shook her head. "Nobody ever tells me anything. Wait, how did you know about the cameras?"
"Um, Puck found out about them when they showed him footage of him getting cozy with Cassie July. That's why they sent him home."
"Wait, that's why? I figured that was the reason, although I didn't realize that she was messing around with Puck."
"Yeah, Puck kinda gets around, especially with older women. It's kinda his thing," Finn replied. "Although I'm shocked that he lasted as long as he did. I can't believe he was reckless enough to mess around with a judge. I mean, that was sort of stupid," Finn laughed.
Rachel gulped and looked away. "Yeah, I guess it kinda was," she concluded, first smiling, and then when she realized that she shouldn't have said that. "But why did we come in here? To talk about Puck?"
"Uh, no. I, uh, I'm not really sure what we're doing here, but I know that we've got this thing we've been doing here, you know, sneaking around, and all, and I know how nervous you looked when they mentioned that pregnancy thing, I didn't want you to worry about that with us, so I, um...
Finn removed his hands from his pockets and pulled out the condoms. "I borrowed these, well, not borrowed I hope, because I wouldn't want to return 'em and all, but you know what I mean. I just wanted you to feel protected," Finn explained.
"Finn, I don't think I was very clear when we talked about this. I didn't mean that kind of protection."
"Then, what did you mean?" Finn shrugged. "You said you wanted to play it safe when it comes to 'that'.
"I meant abstinence," Rachel explained.
Finn scratched his head. "Meaning?"
"Meaning I'm not going to get pregnant because we aren't going to do anything that could cause me to get pregnant in the first place. I wasn't even talking about sex, Finn."
"Finn's eyes shifted to the floor and he shoved his hands back into his pockets. "So what were you talkin' about then?"
"I meant that this sneaking around we've been doing, we can't. I can't anymore. I can't risk it. Not after they announced double eliminations this week. I can't have any distractions, and I can't risk being eliminated from this competition. It's too important to me."
"Oh, so that's all I am.? A distraction?" Finn retorted.
Rachel frowned. "No, you're not just a distraction. I like you. I really do, but-"
"But what?" Finn interrupted.
"But I can't, Finn. I can't risk my dream. Being a star, this is everything I've ever wanted. I wouldn't want to risk that for anything or anyone," Rachel stated.
"Not even for love?" Finn's eyes rose up to meet hers. "Because I love you, Rachel. And I thought maybe, just maybe, that you felt the same way."
Rachel shifted her weight nervously. "But I never said I loved you. Not yet."
"No, but I just said it to you. And you didn't say it back. So, I guess you don't have any reason to be concerned about getting knocked up, because I don't think I can be with you, Rachel. Not if you don't love me, not if you aren't willing to risk anything to be with me." Finn turned around abruptly and walked out of the pool house, leaving Rachel speechless.
Jake paced back and forth nervously as he checked his watch for the second time. Maybe Marley had forgotten about the meeting time, or perhaps she intended for them to meet at the dance studio in the house. He brushed the sweat from his forehead as he pivoted around and slammed right into Marley, causing her to stumble. Though it was awkward, he caught her before she fell. He brushed a section of hair from her face before pulling back. "I was beginning to think that we had a miscommunication or something. You're never late."
Marley frowned. "If only that were the truth. Jake, we need to talk. About us."
"Marley, you're scaring me. Are you breaking up with me or something?" Jake looked into her eyes nervously. "Did I do something stupid?" If I did, I'm sorry."
"We both did," Marley replied nervously, biting her lip. "This. This whole thing with us. I don't know what I was thinking, why I threw caution to the wind and acted on what I felt. I mean, I basically threw everything out of the window by us sleeping together, and now, everything is such a mess."
"Marley, Marley. Slow down, ok. I'm not even sure what you're referring to. The show? You'll be amazing. Blaine's a spectacular performer, and your voices compliment each other. It'll be fine. I know we've been in the bottom before, but I really think things will turn around for both of us. We aren't the weakest ones by far, and I know we-"
"Jake! I'm late!" Marley exclaimed, taking his hand, her breaths erratic and worried.
"Late for what? Rehearsals?"
"Late, like feminine stuff, Jake. I think I'm pregnant," Marley blurted.
Jake dropped her hand. "Wait, What!" You think you're what?"
"I took one of those tests, and it had a faint pink line, and that means we could be, I mean, I could be, you know."
"How could you be pregnant? Aren't you on the pill or something?"
"No, I didn't have a reason to be. I was a virgin, and I never intended on coming here and changing that. I mean, it was in the contract and everything. I never expected to sleep with anyone."
Jake rolled his eyes in frustration. "So this is my fault? I never pressured you. Actually, you never objected to anything we did. If you were such an innocent girl, why did you sleep with me?"
"Because I always believed I would know when I found the right person. That I would feel something special. And I did, with you. You're the only person that ever made me feel like that," Marley admitted.
Jake cocked his head sideways. "Like what? How did I make you feel?" he asked, stepping closer and taking her hand in his. "Tell me."
"Like I was loved, and like I loved you back.' A small tear started to slide down her cheek.
Jake brushed the teardrop away with his finger. "Hey. It's ok. I promise. You aren't even sure the test was positive. There's a chance that you aren't. And if you are," he took her hand in his, "then I swear that I will be there for you however you need me to be, ok. We're in this together," he said with a soft smile, "because I love you too."
Marley looked up at him and smiled softly. "You do?"
"Of course I do," Jake said, leaning in and claiming her lips in a gentle kiss. "So tell me. It's your call. What do you want to do?"
"I think I need to retake the test, and if it's positive, then we need to go speak to Ms. Pillsbury about our options."
Reading an illustrated sex book with the sexiest man you've ever seen was becoming more difficult by the second as he watched Kurt's eyes light up with wonderment and lust as they slowly studied the pages spread out in front of them. Blaine desperately tried to keep his eyes on the pages, but they kept drifting toward Kurt and the noticeable bulge in his thin satin pajama bottoms. Kurt had already caught him staring a few times, and even though led it led to a really incredible make-out session, Blaine could tell that Kurt still wasn't completely comfortable with where things were leading. Blaine suggested that they take a break, and things were all business after that.
But now, Blaine was beginning to feel desperate as his own erection was straining against his the coarse fabric of his boxer briefs. He couldn't help it when a guttural moan escaped his lips at just the sight of the next page, full-blown frothage. His eyes fluttered shut as vivid images of his sexy boyfriend, completely stripped bare beneath him, flashed through his mind.
"Blaine are you alright?" Kurt asked, derailing Blaine's train of thought.
"Huh?" Blaine blurted immediately. "Uh, yeah. I'm fine. Why?"
"Because if you grip that sheet any harder, I'm going to have to convince anyone that sees it that I don't have a wildcat in here," Kurt giggled.
"Uh, sorry," Blaine sputtered. "I just, um, I think we need to call it a night,"
Kurt immediately closed the book. "Is something wrong?"
"No, no, It's just," Blaine sucked in his breath. "I don't think I can look at anymore tonight without it getting awkward," Blaine admitted.
"Blaine, we've been staring at a book full of hot, naked men in compromising positions, and it's just now getting awkward for you?" Kurt teased.
Blaine chuckled. "Um, no. I wouldn't say it's been awkward. It's just- I kinda need another break, I guess, or I might really, uh, embarrass myself." Blaine's head dropped down so that he couldn't see his boyfriend's confused stare.
"Blaine, this whole thing is embarrassing, but it's alright. I mean, I know less about this stuff than you do. I won't judge," he smiled gently, scooting over a little so their thighs were no longer touching. The book slid from their laps as Kurt took Blaine's hand in his.
Blaine's eyes shifted to the floor. "No, it's not that. It's just, it's too much for me right now."
"The book? Us? What?" Kurt asked, but then, Kurt's eyes dropped down, down to where the book was once covering their laps, and he saw exactly what was bothering Blaine. "Oh, I- um, I'm sorry," Kurt quickly apologized.
Blaine shook his head. "Why are you apologizing? It's my situation."
"No, I believe we are both in the same predicament," Kurt replied, his voice sounding much deeper and throatier than usual. "So I guess I wasn't the only one that thought that position was the hottest thing I've ever seen," Kurt said suggestively, his eyes raking over the bulge in his boyfriend's pants.
"Wait, you think it's hot too?" Blaine's head shot up so that his lust-filled eyes met Kurt's.
"I'd say, check for yourself, but that might be pushing it," Kurt joked nervously. "Why don't we take another break?"
"Or why don't we just change the mood a little," Blaine grinned.
"Um, how do you mea-"
Kurt was cut off as a pillow collided into his shoulder, knocking him backward onto the bed. "Hey!" Kurt laughed, scooting backward on the bed in an attempt to dodge another blow from the bulky pillow. He reached behind him with one hand and shielded his face with the other as Blaine playful swatted him again with the pillow. "No fair!" he protested, shielding his face from the pillow that was about to strike his head.
"Totally fair," Blaine chuckled, rearing his arm back so that he could attack.
"Oh, you wouldn't dar-" Kurt said as the pillow connected across his chest. "OHHH! You are so gonna pay for that Mr. Anderson!" Kurt playfully threatened as he felt around behind him for something to defend himself with.
"Is that right?" Blaine chuckled.
"Oh you better believe it," Kurt laughed his hand finally rested on what he was searching for.
"Oooofff!" Blaine huffed as a pillow hit him from right in the face.
Kurt cackled like a madman as he pelted Blaine with the pillow again.
"Alright, no more Mr. Nice Guy!" Blaine warned with a rambunctious grin as he placed a pillow in front of his abdomen and launched himself fully on Kurt, knocking Kurt on his back as Blaine swatted him repeatedly with two pillows. Kurt felt his cheeks pinken when Blaine accidentally brushed his thigh with the back of his hand, causing him to immediately become aroused again. Blaine didn't seem to notice as he continued laughing and swatting him with the pillows.
As another playful smack connected to his side, Kurt raised up and licked Blaine's neck, starting at the collarbone and teasing his tongue across his tanned, salty skin.
The pillows immediately slipped from Blaine's hands as Kurt continued nibbling and delivering wet kisses up his neck and cheek. The game was completely forgotten as Kurt's strong arms wrapped around him, one hand brushing against his ass as it slid up his back while the other one tangled into his hair.
"Oh my god, Kurt!" Blaine moaned as his body relaxed, except for his dick, which was stiff as a board as Kurt continued his game. Kurt rolled them around so he was on top of him. Blaine's eyelids fluttered as Kurt's hands and lips explored his body. He allowed the passion to overtake him until…
WHAP! A pillow smacked Blaine right across his face.
Kurt laughed triumphantly as he smacked Blaine again right across his cheek, quickly kissing the spot he hit with the pillow.
Blaine raised his hand in mock surrender at the boy who was trapped beneath him. "Hey! That was playing dirty. I have no choice but to do the same," Blaine teased, bucking his hips to brush his erection against Kurt's groin.
Kurt moaned, only to have a pillow hit him across the chest as Blaine laughed.
"Hey! That's hitting below the belt!" Kurt giggled, blushing profusely.
"No, that wasn't, but this is," Blaine chuckled as his hand slid down Kurt's torso and brushed against his erection, his finger teasingly brushing against the tip of his dick through the thin satin pajama pants..
Kurt shoved his hips downward and arched his back, the pillow dropping to the floor. "Blaine, do that again!"
Blaine giggled, "Bossy, aren't we? Admit your defeat," he teased, raising the pillow toward Kurt's face.
"No," Kurt reached out and pulled the pillow from his boyfriend's hand. "I mean it. Do that again," Kurt growled as he launched himself forward and kissed Blaine aggressively, his tongue thrusting into Blaine's mouth. Blaine tongue dipped into Kurt's mouth hungrily as Kurt's fingers pulled at Blaine's unruly locks. "Please Blaine, touch me!" Kurt begged in between kisses.
"Are you sure?" Blaine asked, his hand rubbing Kurt's erection through the thin fabric of his pajama pants, which were wet with his pre-cum.
"Blaine," Kurt whimpered. "Don't tease me. I want this. I want you! Please. Touch me," he whimpered as he rolled over on his back.
"Ok, what do you want me to do?" Blaine questioned, raising up so that his body was hovering over Kurt's chest. "Tell me, please," Blaine whispered seductively in Kurt's ear as he kissed down Kurt's exposed neck.
"I wanna try what we saw in the book. Chapter three," Kurt replied.
Blaine felt his dick twitch in excitement at the dirty request made from his lover's lips. Blaine's hands tenderly started caressing Kurt's chest. "Wait, did you want to do what we did before, you know with our clothes on, or like on the last page, um, without them?"
Kurt placed Blaine's hand back over his erection. "Um, without," Kurt replied. "At least, without all the layers."We don't have to take it all off if you don't want to."
"Oh, I want to get off," Blaine blurted, then he facepalmed.
Kurt blushed, but then he pressed his hips down so that his erection rubbed against Blaine's groin. "Me too."
"So," Blaine's breath hitched. "How do you want to do this? Did you want to undress yourself or did you want me to do it?"
Kurt answered by guiding Blaine's hands to the drawstring on his pajama bottoms. "I trust you, Blaine. I want you to do it. Touch me. Please,"
Blaine nodded. "Um, ok. Do you have any lubrication?"
Kurt shook his head. "No, I didn't ask El to get any. Dammit!" Kurt fussed.
"Check my nightstand," Blaine suggested. "And maybe we should go ahead and get a little more comfortable," Blaine added as Kurt leaned over to retrieve the bottle. Blaine unbuttoned and unzipped his own fly. He wrestled a little with his slacks, but he finally got them off as Kurt removed his own.
"Blaine, is it ok if we keep these on right now?" he asked, motioning toward his boxers and then Blaine's.
"Yeah, of course," Blaine replied. "I want you to be comfortable so that I can be comfortable," Blaine smiled. "Um, can you get back to where you were?" Blaine asked. "That felt so great, and I kind of want you to take things at your pace, if that's ok. Unless you want me to-"
"No, um I can get back on t- um, back like I was if that's how you prefer to do it," Kurt replied as he climbed back over Blaine and straddled his hips.
Blaine nodded. "I think that's great. So do you want to-"
Kurt stuck a finger to Blaine's lips. "Shhhh, Kurt whispered, raising up to switch off the lamp. "No more talking right now. Kiss me!"
"Well, You don't look pleased to see me," the blonde frowned.
"Why should I be?" Santana hissed, hands perched on her hips. "It's not like we were ever friends."
Kitty rolled her eyes. "No, but we could've been if you wanted to be. We have so much in common. We both say what we think. We're both driven. We're both hot. And we both don't mind screwing over other people if that what it takes to get what we want."
Santana placed her hand on her hip. "Now, that's where you are wrong, Meow Mix. You're just a vindictive bitch that will screw over anyone, friend or foe, to get on top. Me on the other hand, I only screw over people that screwed me first or the people I care about. For me, it's not revenge. It's about making it right. There's a difference."
"What makes you so sure I'm not doing the same thing?" Kitty questioned.
"Because you'd need to have a heart to do that, and I'm not sure that you do" Santana fired back. "You think I don't know that you are working with both Sebastian and Sue?"
"Well, technically I was, but I thought someone as manipulative as you would realize that I'm not working for anyone but myself," Kitty replied with a smile.
Santana cocked her head. "Wait, you aren't working with Sebastian and Sue?"
"Think about it. We're both admitted bitches. Who do you always look out for first?"
"Well, I look out for Brittany and then myself. After that, no one else matters."
"You've been sticking up for Blaine a lot too," Kitty pointed out. "And why might that be?"
"Because he's like Britt. Pure, kind-heart and optimistic. He sees the world as it should be, and not always as it is. He's not cynical like me. I don't want him to lose that."
"See, I told you we actually have some things in common," Kitty smiled.
Santana perched her hand on her hip. "How do you figure? I can't think of one thing you've done while you were here to help anyone but yourself."
"Look, I asked you to meet me for a reason. Something really bad is going to happen, and I know that you and I are probably the only ones that can stop it from happening," Kitty explained.
Santana rolled her eyes. "Whatever. If something bad is about to go down, I wouldn't be one bit surprised if you weren't involved. Why in the hell should I ever believe anything you say?"
"Because sometimes, to get what you want, you must first give someone what they want. You know, like in good faith," Kitty replied.
"Well, you're outta luck because I don't have an ounce of faith that you would keep your end of the deal. You've been playing Sebastian and Sue. But there's no way in Hell I'm gonna fall for your cat-and-mouse games. If something needs to be done, I can figure it out for myself. I don't need your help," Santana insisted.
"Ok, fine. Don't listen to me. But you better live out any twisted, lesbian fantasies you have tonight because after tomorrow's challenge, the only chance you'll be getting any lady lovin' is if you get Berry or the Ice Queen wasted."
"Wait, that's not what my source said. Jacob told me that the polling numbers have her staying on for at least another week or two."
"But this says otherwise," Kitty answered, grinning wildly as she held up a leather-bound book.
Santana snatched the journal out of Kitt's hand. "Wait aa second! Is this really Sue's journal. I thought you gave this to Sebastian. I saw you hand it to him in the parking garage. And I know that the other girls still all have their diaries because I've been reading them when I get bored, except Berry's and Mercedes. I use theirs to help me fall asleep. I have to say, out of all of them, Hummel's is the best. I keep trying to walk in on something scandalous between him and Bilbo, but until then, I'm just going to have to keep reading his journal. Hawt!" she grinned. "Anyway, what did you give Sebastian?"
"It was a decoy. It looked like she started a legit journal, but then she must have gotten distracted because it turned into the smuttiest fanfic I've ever read. I was sure Sue was harboring same-sex fantasies, but it seems to me like she's a hardcore Klainer!"
"She's Jigsaw Sue! She's my favorite new fanfic writer. Damn! I didn't see that coming!"
"I think that was a line in the shower scene," Kitty chuckled. "Anyway, it should keep Sebastian pretty distracted, with the way she describes Blaine's rock hard dick. Why I bet it made him so hot and bothered that he'll get carpal tunnel syndrome in both wrists."
"Wait, what do you think Sebastian's intentions were for wanting the journal in the first place?" Santana questioned. "I mean unless he's trying to get Sue fi-. HOLY HELL! HE'S TRYING TO GET SUE FIRED! But what's his angle?"
Kitty rested her hand on her hip. "You've said it yourself. He's a vindictive, pretentious snob that will stop at nothing to get what he wants."
"Which is?" Santana asked, flipping through the journal pages.
"Revenge!" Kitty replied.
"Wait a second. That doesn't make sense. If he's only trying to get back at Sue, why does he keep messing with that video?" Santana inquired, closing the book for a moment to give Kitty her complete attention.
"You know that Sebastian will stop at nothing to bring down this show, and everyone whom he feels crossed him, including you. And you know he'll do it in a way that hurts you and your friends the most." Kitty acknowledged.
"Britt? I'll insert my heel so far up his ass that people will see the imprint on his chest if he tries to lay a finger on her." Santana hissed.
Kitty grinned. "One, you know a threat like that probably wouldn't deter him a bit. Actually, he'd probably beg for more. Two, you are target number two on his list, since you're allied with Sue. And three, you're just as-"
"Wait, you said, I was target number two. He's already got Sue. So who's number one?"
"Think about it. Who's known Sebastian was up to no good from the very start?" Kitty asked.
"Oh God, Kurt! Has Sebastian already tried to tamper with him, or Blaine!"
"Definitely. From what I understand, Sebastian was the one that falsified the report that made Kurt resign in the first place, and then the upset with Blaine the other night."
"Sebastian was trying to separate them because he knows how protective Blaine is of Kurt," Santana interjected. "We can't let him hurt Kurt."
"That's why I came to you. The video is just phase one to get everyone to turn on each other. Phase two is gonna be much worse if we don't stop Sebastian."
Santana smiled. "Then we stop him. Do you have something we can use against him?"
"Not something. Someone."
"What is this?" Elliott demanded, his green eyes staring intently at his boyfriend.
Sebastian's eyes went wide. "What are you doing on my computer?"
"Sebastian, please tell me this isn't what I think it is?" Elliott asked again.
"As delectable as your thoughts usually are, why don't you tell me what you think it is?" Sebastian smirked.
"What the hell? What are you planning to do with this?"
"Oh, I'm just gonna make sure Kurt's father sees what his son is up to behind the scenes," Sebastian smirked.
"But that's not just Kurt on the video. That's Blaine and the rest of the contestants too. How did you even get this?"
"Oh please, there are cameras everywhere. Nothing's private. You should know that. I mean, you don't seem to mind when I video you," Sebastian licked his lips.
"Actually, I thought it was just for us. But that's another serious discussion." Elliott said, his eyes glaring at his boyfriend. "What do you plan to do with this video?"
"I just thought people needed to see who they are actually voting for."
"Oh my God. Nick was right You are a total ass! How could you do that to them?"
Sebastian slammed his fist into the wall. "How could I do that to them? What about what they did to me?" Sebastian screamed. "Remember Gay Face saying Karma was a bitch, and how many times did he call me one? I want to show him that it works both ways."
"Nobody deserves to be humiliated like this. They are my friends, Seb."
Sebastian cocked an eyebrow. "No, they are your clients. And you are more talented than all of them combined and yet, what are you doing on this show? Oh, that's right! You give them highlights and hem their sweater vests. And why? Because this show is dominated by Sue Sylvester. She's manipulating everyone, and she only wants people that were too dumb to realize it."
Elliott scratched his head. "Wait, so you did all of that to bring down Sue? That makes no sense. That video has footage of everyone."
"Yes, it does. It has footage of everyone doing something that makes them ineligible to win. Sue knows that, but she chooses to ignore it. Not to mention, she has blackmailed the people on top to be here. She deserves to go down, and so does anyone that helped her," Sebastian justified.
"Including Blaine? I understand why you might be upset with Kurt, but all Blaine has ever done was ward off your advances. I thought he was your friend."
Sebastian scoffed. "Hell no! He made his choice, and he chose Gay Face, who has been a total bitch to me since he got here. Blaine made the bed that he and Twinkerbell fornicated in, and now he's going to have to lie in it,"
"And you're about to make yours. If you choose to broadcast that video, it's over. You hear me. We'll be done!"
"You don't mean that, babe. We both know you aren't going to follow through with that. You always come back to me."
"You think you are so irresistible? Damn, you're an infuriating asshole."
"An infuriating asshole that you can't resist," Sebastian said, palming the front of Elliott's jeans. "Come on, baby. Admit it that you love this game we play."
"You think I enjoy being strung along like a plaything?" Elliott shouted, jerking out of his boyfriend's grasp.
"Damn, you're so feisty. I think I need to bend you over this table again and spank you for being a naughty boy," Sebastian grinned, slipping his hand around Elliott's waist and into the front of his pants, teasing at his groin through the thin fabric of his boxers.
Elliott yanked Sebastian's hand away from his groin. ."You're trying to distract me with sex, and it isn't going to happen, not until you answer my question."
"Which question is that?"
"What do you have against Kurt?" Elliott inquired, jerking back from his boyfriend. "I mean, if I didn't know better, I'd think you're jealous."
"Jealous? Of who? Gay Face? Why the hell would I be jealous of him? He's a whiny, girly, annoying smart-ass that thinks he's better than everyone else. I don't see what Blaine sees in him."
"And I don't really understand what Kurt has ever done to you. I don't get it. It's almost like you want him or something. Or what he has-" Elliott speculated, stopping mid-sentence when he saw the look on Sebastian's face. "This is about Blaine, isn't it? You're pissed because he has Blaine, aren't you?" Elliott accused.
"Oh, El, you know I'm with you," he said as he slid his hand into the back of Elliott's pants and kneaded his ass.
Elliott slapped his hand. "Answer the question!" Elliott demanded, his eyes glaring at his partner.
"Damn El, you got that sexy smolder going. I'm totally hot for angry sex," Sebastian winked.
"I SAID ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION, YOU ASSHOLE!"
"Oh, come on, babe. You know I'd rather tap your ass than Gay Face's bow-tie-loving boyfriend." Sebastian's hand latched onto his boyfriend's wrist. "Now, come on and bend over for me like the slut that you are."
Elliott turned around suddenly and slapped Sebastian across the face, partly out of instinct, partly from sheer frustration and anger. "You are a childish dick who doesn't seem to have a clue when you've pushed too far. I SAID STOP!"
Sebastian rubbed his cheek. "Shit, that stung like hell, but all I can think is how I want you to do the same to my ass," Sebastian sassed.
"This really is a game to you, isn't it!" Elliott accused. "Kurt was right, I'm an idiot thinking you could love someone, besides yourself.
"No, I'm right and Gay Face is the idiot. For some reason, Blaine wants the pasty-faced virgin that sounds like he's been sucking on latex helium balloons instead of what gay men usually suck."
"Kurt is my friend, and if you don't stop insulting him right now, you can consider us over."
"Oh, El, I was just messing around," Sebastian teased.
Elliott glared at him angrily. "Well, I'm not. Not figuratively or literally, which is unfortunate for you because, contrary to your beliefs, I'm NOT here for your entertainment!"
Elliott stormed toward the door, but then he turned around abruptly. "I can't believe I fell in love with a dickwad like you."
Sebastian dashed in front of him and grabbed his shoulder. "What did you just say?" Sebastian was panting heavily.
"That you're a dickwad!" Elliott spat. "Now get out of my way!"
"No, not that, even though you are going to have to explain to me what a dickwad is," Sebastian grinned. "The other thing. That you fell in love with me?"
A look of horror spread across his face when he realized what he must've blurted out when he was in a rage. "I didn't mean it. I-"
"Of course you didn't. No one ever does. Not to me, anyway. Not my mother, not my father, not even my boyfriend," Sebastian scowled.
"Why would it matter if I do? It wouldn't change a damn thing, because I'm nothing to you but a piece of ass Elliott screamed, slamming the door behind him.
"Oh my Gawdddd," Kurt gasped, as he rolled over on his back and ran his fingers through the semen on his stomach, "I take it back. That was, by far the hottest thing I've ever experienced," he admitted as he dabbed at the mess with some tissues. He handed a few to Blaine and then dropped the used tissues in the wastebasket beside the bed.
Blaine cocked an eyebrow. "And that was only from chapter three, babe. I think it's pretty safe to say that it'll only get hotter. I told you, babe, I'm up for anything you want to try." He rolled over and draped his leg over Kurt's thigh and kissed his cheek.
"Literally, baby?" Kurt giggled, feeling Blaine's dick began to harden again. "Damn, how did you get turned on again so fast?" Kurt blushed.
"Are you kidding? Kurt, those hips. I never knew that all this time that they were capable of that. I mean, I knew you could move them, but damn, baby! The way you make me feel. I thought merely seeing you in tight pants was my kryptonite. Now, I know it's actually when those pants are off that really turns me on," Blaine laughed. "But, Kurt, I want you to know, that was enough for tonight. I'm content to just pull the covers up and cuddle here with you."
"Really, because I'm up for a little more research," Kurt teased.
"Damn, you little minx!" Blaine growled as he rolled over on top of Kurt, ready for round two.
"Are you sure Sue doesn't have cameras in here?" the husky voice whispered.
"When we were up here the other night, she assured me that she didn't. Best angry sex I've ever had," Bryan replied.
"You slept with her? Wow! I figured someone would have to call an exterminator first, , to scare the family of bats that were living in her bat cave," Roz sneered. "So, will everything be ready in time before the show airs?"
"It's getting there," Bryan answered. "But I still think we need to be watching Sandy a little closer. That dude is hiding somethin'."
"Other than the ongoing game of 'stuff the sausage' he's playing with Tyler Oakley's twin, I don't think that he capable of hiding anything," Roz retorted. "But don't you worry about him. He's too much of a pansy to try to double cross us. Besides, he can't stand Sue. He was supposed to be in charge of this show before Sue blackmailed Figgins."
"Wait a second! Sue wanted to produce this show? I thought that she hated the arts!"
"She does. But she hates something else more,' Roz revealed.
"What?"
"Not what. Who?"
Dear Journal,
I truly am surrounded by idiots. Does everybody really think I'd be dumb enough to trust anybody here? Ha! They are all worried about the cameras, that they don't even see the drones.
I don't know who's dumber. The Criminal Chipmunk, who's left more tracks than Keith Richards or that crackpot that calls herself a physical trainer. If she makes one more wrong step, I'll give the go-ahead to the poachers I talked to last week. Why they'll make so much money from all the ivory in her mouth that they could feed their families for months!
I thought about watching those backstabbers a little closer, but right now, I'm completely horny with raging desire between watching the drama unfold between Edward, the glittery Vampire and that Werewolf that more resembles a chihuahua, and the extremely hot humping going on in Porcelain's bed. The only reason I'm writing this and not continuing my fanfic "Let's Do it" is because I'm hoping that one or both will do something to inspire the next scene.
But enough of this. I better get my beauty sleep, because tomorrow,
HORROR!
Author's Notes: I hope you guys enjoyed that. And if you're thinking that the Klaine scene was too short, don't worry. It isn't over yet.
New Poll: Which duels do you want to read? If I put them all, it will be incredibly long.
I've started a new community called Klaine's closet. It's for authors that have a WIP that maybe they've been stuck on or just haven't gotten a lot of attention. I know what keeps me going is you guys. I went through severe writer's block on more than one occasion, and if it weren't for you guys, I would've stopped. And there's also those incredible pieces that I've read, and I prayed they would finish. So maybe, with our help, they can. You never know how one kind, reassuring word can motivate someone. So check it out. And remember, I love hearing what you guys liked.