Kurt pulls his car into Wes' driveway. It's the last weekend of the summer, and the Warblers are having a final going away party for all of the graduates before everyone heads off across the country for college. Kurt got permission to stay the night, so he and Blaine have their bags packed and they're ready for a night of celebrating and trying to forget that in less than a week they'll be hours away from each other.
Kurt and Blaine get out of the car, grab their bags, and Blaine grabs Kurt's hand as they walk toward the house. Kurt has never been to Wes' house before, but he knows Wes' family has money, and if he didn't already know that, he would know now base on the large colonial home they're approaching. Blaine leads Kurt up the steps to the front door, knocking loudly and then waiting a moment until someone who must be Wes' mother is opening the door.
"Blaine, dear, hello!" she says, giving him a hug, then pulling back. "And you must be Kurt," she adds with a smile.
"It's nice to meet you," Kurt smiles tentatively.
"Come on in. The boys are downstairs," she says with a sweet smile.
"Thanks, Eve," Blaine smiles back, then tugs on Kurt's hand, leading him down a hallway toward a staircase to the basement.
When they get to the basement, they find the group of Warblers gathered around a large table. Wes seems to be telling some sort of elaborate story requiring a lot of hand movements while David, Nick, Jeff, Trent, and Thad watch him with looks varying from intrigued to amused. Wes spots Kurt and Blaine first and pauses, mid-sentence and hand flourish, to greet them.
"Hey, look who finally decided to show up!" he shouts, a little too loud, and makes his way over to wrap Blaine in a hug.
"We're not even late, Wes," Blaine laughs as Wes releases him and moves on to hug Kurt.
"Everyone else is here before you, so that makes you late," Wes reasons, taking a step back and smiling at them both. "Come on and sit down, I'll start my story over so you can hear it," he suggests, gesturing toward a pair of empty chairs at the table."
"Is that really necessary?" Thad asks from the table, an exasperated look on his face.
"I'm sorry, would you rather I continue part-way through and confuse poor Blaine and Kurt here? They need the full context!"
Trent laughs. "I think he'd rather you not tell any of it."
"Well, too bad," Wes says with a cheeky smile, returning to his place at the table.
Kurt and Blaine take the empty seats Wes had gestured to as he launches into an elaborate story involving a petting zoo and his cousin Alex who has apparently claimed to be great with animals but was most decidedly not great with animals.
The party evolves into reminiscing about old times with the Warblers. Kurt is unfamiliar with many of the memories they're sharing, but he does learn that Blaine once absolutely insisted on performing a Nickelback number, and he files that information away to use against his boyfriend later.
Eventually they break out the alcohol. Kurt declines, he never drinks, and he's happy to see that Trent isn't drinking, either, so at least he won't be the only sober one. But the rest of the boys are enjoying themselves, definitely on the other side of tipsy at this point, and someone suggests a game of truth or dare, and now they're sitting on the floor in a circle.
"Truth," Nick says.
"If you and Jeff had to have a threesome with someone in this room, who would you pick?" Thad asks with a smirk.
Nick looks around the group of boys, considering. "I think I'd have to say Blaine. He's at least into guys, and Kurt doesn't seem like he'd be into it, so I can't choose him. No offense, Kurt."
Kurt feels the blush rise in his cheeks; he's not even sure why, it's not like he should be embarrassed that Nick thinks he wouldn't want a threesome. "None taken."
"That's cheating!" Wes argues, "It's not about who would be most likely to agree, it's if everyone here would do it, who would you do it with."
Nick rolls his eyes. "Fine," he thinks for a moment, then, "still Blaine," he decides, nodding his head thoughtfully.
The rest of the boys burst into laughter. "Fair enough," Wes says.
"My turn," Nick says, then turns to Blaine. "Speaking of Blaine, truth or dare?"
"Dare," Blaine shoots back easily.
"I dare you to drag your boyfriend into that closet over there and blow him."
Kurt's jaw drops as he looks at Nick, arms crossed and a smug look on his face. He was certainly not expecting that. He whips his head around to look at Blaine, who seems to be considering the dare. Then Blaine nods.
"Yeah, okay. As long as..." he trails off, glancing to his side and taking in Kurt's shocked expression. "If you're okay with it?"
"I um...," Kurt trails off, not really sure what to say.
"Oh come on, do it!" Jeff encourages.
Kurt looks around at the other boys, all giving him encouraging looks, and then back at Blaine. "Al-alright," he nods, though he's still a little unsure.
The other boys cheer as Blaine grabs Kurt by the hand, pulling him to his feet and then across the room into the closet, closing the door behind them.
And then Blaine is pressing Kurt up against the wall, mouth hot and wet against his, tongue running along Kurt's lower lip and he parts them to allow Blaine entrance. As Blaine deepens the kiss, Kurt feels Blaine's hands moving down to his hips, his waist, finding his belt and unbuckling it, then opening his pants. Blaine releases Kurt's mouth, then drops down to his knees, mouthing at Kurt's growing erection through the fabric of Kurt's underwear. Kurt tries to suppress the moan, still all too aware of the group of boys just on the other side of the door, and still in disbelief that he's actually letting this happen. But then Blaine is pulling Kurt's pants and underwear down to the floor and sinking his mouth onto Kurt's cock, and Kurt can't suppress that moan. Usually when they do this, there's a lot more build-up; more making out, more teasing, it's just slower. This feels almost dirty, getting off in a closet with their friends in the next room, Blaine so eager to taste him, but part of him is kind of into it. He threads his fingers into Blaine's hair, freeing some of the curls from the gel, and his head thumps back against the wall.
Blaine pops Kurt's cock out of his mouth, smirks up devilishly at Kurt as he runs his tongue around the head, teasing, and a shiver runs through Kurt at the sensation. Then Blaine is sucking just the head back into his mouth, pumping the shaft with his fist and Kurt is trying hard not to squirm.
"Blaine, please," he begs, breathless.
Then Blaine takes Kurt fully into the wet heat of his mouth again, and Kurt moans loudly, completely forgetting about the other boys outside until he hears their cheers of encouragement, and even then he doesn't really care because this just feels so good. Blaine picks up speed, sucking and running his tongue along the vein on the underside of Kurt's cock, and Kurt feels the his orgasm building, feels his balls tightening as he approaches his release.
"Blaine, Blaine, I-" he starts, then cuts himself off with a high-pitched moan as he shoots into his boyfriend's mouth.
"Get it, Kurt!" he hears a voice cheer from the other side of the door, and he can't quite tell whose voice it is but he also doesn't really care.
Blaine works him through the orgasm, swallowing every last drop that Kurt gave him, before letting Kurt's softening dick drop from his lips and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He stands up and presses Kurt into the wall again, kissing him deeply, open-mouthed, letting Kurt taste himself for a moment before pulling back slightly, breathing heavy.
"That was so hot," Blaine says, eyes dark and sparkling.
"Yeah," Kurt agrees with a small gasp, still trying to catch his breath.
"You should probably put your pants back on," Blaine says with a smirk.
"Right, yeah. I should do that," Kurt agrees, pulling his underwear and pants back up and fastening his belt around his hips.
Once they've both caught their breath and straightening themselves out as best they can, Blaine opens the door and they walk back across the room and take their spots in the circle, and Kurt can feel himself blushing furiously.
"Good work, Blaine," Nick says, clapping his hands slowly, "very impressive."
Blaine just rolls his eyes. "My turn. Wes, truth or dare?"
Wes smirks. "Truth."
"Alright. Most embarrassing hard on you've ever had?"
Wes actually laughs. "That's easy! At my great aunt's funeral. I didn't even really know her, I'd met her maybe twice, but she was family so I had to be there. And I was seeing Amanda at the time, and she was sending me some, you know, less than wholesome text messages. She'd just sent me a particularly spicy one, and then my mom comes over and tells me they're short a pallbearer and need me to stand in," he chuckles to himself. "Luckily it was, you know, a funeral, so it was pretty easy to distract myself and get rid of it pretty fast. But man."
"Jesus, Wes," Trent sighs.
"Did anyone notice?" Thad asks.
"I think my mom did, when she asked, but she never said anything. But anyway, it's my turn!" Wes turns to look at Kurt. "Alright, Kurt. Truth or dare?"
Kurt thinks for a moment. He considers choosing dare, but after Blaine's dare, he's not sure he's ready for that quite yet, so he goes with the safer option. "Truth."
"Are you the top or the bottom?"
Kurt feels the heat rush to his cheeks again instantly. So much for the safer option.
Wes must notice the colour in his cheeks. "Wait, you... you guys have done it, right?"
Kurt's blush deepens at the question. "I- Yeah, we have, um..."
"Or do you switch?" Wes asks, eyes widening. "Blaine won't tell me," he adds with a pout.
Kurt is relieved to hear his boyfriend hasn't been divulging details about their sex life, but at the moment he kind of wishes Blaine had so that he wouldn't have to answer this question.
"No, um... bottom," he mumbles out.
"What?" Wes asks.
"I, uh... I'm the bottom," Kurt repeats, a little louder.
"Yes! I knew it," Wes says with a triumphant smile, "but I'll put you out of your misery. Go ahead, ask someone else."
The game continues much the same way for the rest of the night. Kurt learns that while Trent is gay his first kiss was, in fact, with a girl. He learns that David once got high and drove a golf cart into a lake; luckily it was shallow enough that he'd managed to get it back out before anyone found it. He watches Wes kiss Blaine. He watches Jeff reach a hand down the front of Nick's pants and grope until Jeff is hard and panting, then Nick pulls his hand back out and continues the game like nothing happened. He tells them about his old crush on Finn, and his brief relationship with Brittany when he was pretending to be straight.
"Truth or dare?" Thad asks, looking at Kurt.
"You know what, let's try a dare," Kurt decides.
He'll probably regret the decision, but it can't be that bad, right?
"Finally!" Wes cheers.
Thad smirks at him. "I dare you to kiss Nick."
"Come on over, baby," Nick sing-songs, beckoning him with a playful wink, and Jeff laughs.
Oh, well that's not so bad. Kurt is about to agree and make his way over to Nick when Blaine cuts in.
"Okay, I think that's enough."
Kurt's head swivels toward Blaine, confused. "What?"
"What's wrong Anderson, scared I'll steal your boyfriend?" Nick teases.
Blaine laughs, but there's no humour in it. "Yeah right. I just think it's getting late, we've been playing this forever, we should do something else."
"Oh come on, Blaine, lighten up," Thad argues.
"What's your problem, Blaine? You can kiss Wes but Kurt can't kiss Nick?" Jeff asks accusingly.
"That's not- you know what, I don't have to listen to this," Blaine says, huffing out a breath and standing, then he turns and walks out of the room.
Kurt stares after Blaine for a moment, wondering what just happened, before he decides he'd better go after his boyfriend. "I'll go talk to him."
He stands and follows Blaine out of the room. Kurt finds Blaine in Wes' bedroom, leaning forward against a dresser, staring ahead at himself in a mirror hanging from the wall. He doesn't look when Kurt enters the room.
"Hey," Kurt starts carefully, "are you okay?"
"Fine," Blaine replies curtly.
Kurt is silent as he approaches Blaine, then wraps his arms around Blaine's waist and rests his chin on Blaine's shoulder, placing a kiss on Blaine's cheek before looking forward and fixing his gaze on Blaine's eyes in the mirror. Blaine's eyes don't meet his.
"Try again, Bee."
"I'm fine, Kurt," Blaine repeats, more firmly, and pulls out of Kurt's arms, though he doesn't move away.
"What's your problem, Blaine?" Kurt asks, starting to get frustrated now, because really, what is Blaine's problem?
"It's nothing, Kurt, just drop it," Blaine says, a hint of frustration in his voice.
"No, I'm not dropping this, you're being ridiculous. Is it really that big of a deal if I kiss someone else in a game of truth or dare?"
Finally, Blaine turns to look at Kurt. "Yes, okay! Yes it's a big deal. I don't want my boyfriend kissing other guys. Okay? Is that what you want to hear?" His voice has more than a hint of frustration now.
"Oh but it's fine for you to kiss other people, is it?" Kurt counters, because he loves Blaine, really he does, but his boyfriend is being a complete hypocrite right now.
"If you had a problem you should have said something!" Blaine replies, voice raised.
"Oh calm down. I don't have a problem, Blaine, you're the one with the problem here," Kurt says, rolling his eyes.
"Since when is it a problem to not want my boyfriend kissing other people?!" Blaine is nearly yelling now. "I'm the only one who should be kissing you."
And then Blaine's hands are grabbing Kurt's hips, spinning him around and pinning him into the dresser, and actually that kind of hurts as the edge digs into his back. Blaine presses his lips against Kurt's, hard, tongue probing at Kurt's lips and Kurt opens his mouth instinctively to allow him entrance. Blaine tastes like Blaine, but also like beer, and he's a bit sloppy in his drunken state, and the dresser is really digging into Kurt's back painfully now. Kurt pushes at Blaine a little until their lips part and he can speak.
"Stop, Blaine, that hurts," he says, moving forward slightly with the new bit of distance between them and rubbing a hand on his lower back.
Blaine grabs his hips again and reattaches their lips. He doesn't press Kurt back into the dresser again, this time he turns them around and pushes Kurt back onto the bed behind them. Kurt falls backward with a small yelp, and them Blaine is climbing on top of him.
When their lips part for a breath, Kurt speaks. "Blaine, what are you doing?"
"I'm the only one who gets to kiss you," Blaine says, before reattaching their lips in another hard kiss.
And then Blaine is mouthing at Kurt's neck, starting to tug open the buttons on Kurt's shirt, rolling his hips down.
"Blaine, stop it, you're drunk," Kurt says, giving his shoulder a gentle shove.
Blaine doesn't seem to even register it. He has several of the buttons at the top of Kurt's shirt open, and he moves down, kissing and licking at Kurt's chest, slipping a hand inside and rolling a nipple between his fingers. Kurt arches up into the touch instinctively.
"Blaine, stop, please," he tries again, pushing a little more firmly, but Blaine again doesn't move, and he's starting to panic a little now because really, this is not the time for this, he doesn't want this right now, Blaine is drunk.
Blaine pops a few more buttons open, and then he's sucking a nipple into his mouth, and Kurt lets out an involuntary whimper.
"Blaine, please," Kurt pleads, shoving more roughly at Blaine's shoulders, and finally Blaine raises his head, his hands stop roaming, and he looks at Kurt.
"Hey, everything okay in he- oh, shit, sorry." Kurt looks over and sees Wes standing awkwardly in the doorway. "The door was open, I just..."
"It's fine," Kurt says, shoving at Blaine again, and this time Blaine rolls off him easily. Kurt stands, buttons his shirt up, "I uh... I'm going to go, I think. I'm not feeling great." His voice is shaky as he speaks. "Blaine, I'll uh... I'll come back tomorrow and pick you up."
Kurt doesn't wait for a response before he's moving past Wes in the doorway, grabbing his key from the table, his coat from the closet where Blaine had given him a blowjob earlier that night, and then he's making his way up the stairs, out the front door to his car.
Wes must have followed, because just as Kurt pulls his car door open, Wes' voice calls after him. "Wait, Kurt, are you... is everything okay?" Kurt looks up and Wes in standing at the top of the stairs to the front door.
"It's fine, I just... don't feel great," Kurt says, and he knows he doesn't sound convincing but he hopes Wes will let it go.
Thankfully, Wes does just that. "Okay, well... drive safe. I'll see you in the morning?"
"Sure," Kurt agrees, and then he's getting in his car and driving away.
The tears don't come until he's halfway home, and he pulls over for a good 15 minutes to calm himself down before he continues driving.