They had three rehearsals. Three! And not a word from Starkid. He just waltz in there like nothing ever happened. He chatted with Santana, he even flirted with Danny, not flirting like get into her pants flirty, but flirty like they now having a shopping date at the new music store that's opening up next week. It made Kurt sick.

"So, I was thinking we could add a guitar solo in here." Elliot said, pointing to the sheet music. They sat around in a circle in one of the NYADA practice rooms. It was bare but it was usable and thank god it didn't have a chandelier a certain someone could swing from.

"Oh, that's a great idea." Danny agreed. She was itching for any excuse to get more guitar solos in. She was strumming her base on her lap. Kurt gritted his teeth. This was the fourth guitar solo in the set. And guess what? Guitar solos didn't have singers in them!

"I think two guitar solos are enough for one set." Kurt finally piped up, sick of hearing Elliot tinker and strum out the beginning of the rift.

"No fair, I wanted one where we jam it out together like some epic battle." Danny pouted. Elliot did nothing but raise a pierced eyebrow. He had toned down his look, if a studded leather jacket was really considered toned down, and that fucking eyeliner!

"So, whose guitar solo are you going to take out Kurt? Mine or Danny's or the guitar battle."

"Well considering you are the newest member of the group you might have the curtesy to step back and watch how real guitarists play." Kurt said with sass on his lips, "Only so you don't embarrass yourself in front of Danny, she's been playing base since she was twelve."

"Ten." Danny corrected.

"Eight." Elliot said, not to Danny, but directly to Kurt, then jammed out his solo guitar rift at twice speed. Kurt gritted his teeth even tighter. God it sounded good, why were guitars so sexy? He just wanted to whack that guitar across the stupid boy's head.

"Why don't we save the guitar battle for the encore that we are totally going to be needing because we are so freaking awesome." Santana said, she was on her best behaviour, not wanting Elliot to think they were crazy and leave the band.

"That would be freakin' awesome." Elliot was chuffed, making sure he spoke to Kurt, waiting for him to take the bait. No, no Kurt wasn't going to play that game, and if he was it will be on his turff.

"Since we are doing a disco revival number, Elliot I don't think you should wear your um faux leather jacket."

"It's not fake leather."

"Don't lie, you're not fooling anyone, bet you it's from H&M." Kurt had to add.

"I'm pretty sure Elliot knows not to wear a leather jacket to a disco punk show. But I am sooo glad we can play Disco Inferno on guitar; you know maybe this is the sort of mix of sounds we need to revive disco."

"And finally excuse to dig out my Saturday Night Fever suit." Kurt agreed.

"Oh, no, I'm wearing my suit, you can't wear yours Kurt." Santana said.

"Don't worry, I'll modify it."

"Where do I get one of these suits?" Elliot asked, with Danny nodding beside him.

"You can't." Kurt puffed his chest proudly. "They are only for the honorary Glee club of McKinley high school…. But I'm sure you can find something at H&M."

Elliot opened his mouth then closed it again. There it was, the final blow, surely that would set Elliot off, surely, he would stomp is feet, say something, take the bait and…. what? what was Kurt hoping for? For Elliot to launch himself across the circle and rip off his clothes? For them to just start making out on floor.

Kurt get it together!

Silence. The tension was so thick even Santana couldn't cut through it with her wit. Danny's eyes darted between Elliot and Kurt, waiting for one to break. Elliot's nostrils flared. Kurt raised an eyebrow. Then Elliot smiled.

"What a great idea, Kurt." he said smoothly, the moment of tension shattering, "I'm sure with Kurt's expertise he will pick something great out for me."

Oh god! He's going to make me set foot in H&M.

"Oh, what a great idea, we can all go, make sure your costumes are on point." Danny agreed, clapping her hands, and picked up her guitar to put back in its case. "This weekend. It's a done deal."

Kurt was seething. Seething as he sat in his chair, waiting for everyone to pack up and go away. He sat and he seethed, reading through his sheet music, trying to concentrate on where he could throw in some vocals to outshine stupid Elliot.

Then suddenly there was a firm hand on his shoulder and hot breath by his neck. The musty scent of Elliot was unmistakable. What the hell was that man wearing, god, even the smell alone was enough to get him hard.

"I'll see you at H&M." Elliot breathed, his voice purring, all seductive despite the fact he used H&M in that sentence. Elliot knew exactly what he was doing, that brief touch, the tease. Oh, Kurt understood what game the boy was playing now. Three rehearsals and not a single touch, and now that hand gripping his shoulder, the minty breath against his ear. He was playing hard to get, and fuck! It stirred something in Kurt's pants. He was glad the sheet music hid his arousal.

Well, two could play that game. Before Elliot could lift his hand and walk away, Kurt turned his head, and gripped Elliot's shirtfront before he could pull away. Elliot's face was so close, and that closeness meant the bottom of Kurt's lip brushed Elliot's cheek. He felt Elliot stop breathing. God, he wanted to attack Elliot then and there, just rip his clothes off and throw him to the floor. Instead he replied sweetly.

"I'm looking forward to it." Kurt made sure Elliot could feel the movement of his jawline against the slim space between them. Elliot's hand on his shoulder griped him even tighter. Kurt lifted that hand off his shoulder and stood with a huff. He popped his hips a little as he walked, back straight and shoulder back. He left the rehearsal room without looking back.

That'll show him.

Kurt was having the worst day. The absolute worst. Some idiot bus boy spilt someone's leftovers all over him. He had had to change from his shirt into some faded, stained old uniform that smelt like pasta and mothballs. So, he trudged up the stairs to their apartment, wanting nothing more than a quick shower before having to shop. Oh god, the shopping- why did he agree to this. Not only would he have to go from tasteless store to tasteless store, but he would have to do it with Elliot.

"Ah Kurt good, you're here." Santana was rushing around the apartment.

"What? Why?" She had half done her makeup, hopping across the living room with one boot on.

"Danny has managed to lock herself in her bathroom and needs me to get her out. If I don't leave now, she's going to try climbing out the bathroom window. We'll meet you at the shops, kay!" Santana called as she stumbled out the door. As she closed the door, she said something about Elliot then she was down the stairs.

"What about Elliot?" Kurt tried to call after her, but it was too late. She was gone. So, Kurt dumped his bag outside his bedroom door and trudged right to the bathroom. He stripped down to nothing and turned on the shower. Anything to get the stench of meatballs off his skin. So, he scrubbed himself up and down and scrubbed himself again, letting the steamy water wash everything away. He had to get the tension out of his bones before he spent the afternoon amongst the likes of Elliot.

Dammit, Elliot!

The tension rose again just thinking about the man. He wanted to kick the guy in the nuts and suck his cock at the same time. How was that even possible?

Kurt dried himself off and wrapped the towel around his waist, ruffling the last waterdrops from his hair. He ran his fingers back through it wondering if he should try something other than the usual gelled back coiffed. But then again, why change perfection?

"Well hello sexy."

"What the hell!" Kurt screamed at the man in his bed. There was Elliot lying, propped up on his pillows, hands behind his head, his legs crossed over one another, his boots wiggling.

"Didn't Santana tell you I was here?" Elliot mused with complete innocence while his eyes ate Kurt up and down.

"Get out of my room!" Kurt was too angry to care he was being mentally devoured by the man in his bed.

"Relax Kurt, it's not like I went through your draws or anything." Elliot winked. Kurt wasn't sure if he believed him or not. Elliot swung his feet down and sat up as Kurt marched over, one hand clutching the towel around his waist. Before Kurt could realise what he had done, he slapped Elliot hard across the face.

God that felt good.

"And here I was about to compliment you on your costume." Elliot hissed, rubbing his cheek. His eyebrows motioned to the costume hanging up by the wardrobe. Kurt didn't look behind him, instead he pushed Elliot back down onto the bed and straddled him, making sure his towel kept him modest.

"You want me to get something out from the second draw down?" Elliot grinned.

"So, you did go through my draws." The complete raging sense of violation Kurt felt when right down to his cock. It began to rise, tenting his towel.

Why was his body doing this? How was it even possible? Angry, not aroused, angry, very angry not aroused!

Elliot noticed, oh he noticed and gave a stupid smirk.

"I only went through your draws to make sure we had what we needed. Also, I need to get you a set of handcuffs."

"Get what we needed?" Kurt ground his hips down into Elliot's, his balls flinching on the cold metal of Elliot's belt. "What makes you think we will be doing anything right now?" Kurt ground his hips into Elliot one more time, making the man gasp.

"Your cock says otherwise."

"Good thing I don't always listen to my cock then." Kurt gripped Elliot by his wrists and hauled him to his feet. Elliot was shocked by the grip and brute strength Kurt possessed as he pushed Elliot to the door.

"I'm going to get dressed." Kurt said, deliberately slowly, backing Elliot up to the doorway. He pinched the man's chin so his head couldn't tilt down. Elliot had to maintain eye contact and not pay any attention to the fact that Kurt was untying the towel around his waist.

He dropped it very purposefully, feeling the cold air on his skin.

Now that towel was on the floor, Kurt felt a sense of power in being completely naked. Completely naked and wanted by Elliot.

"You can wait for me in the living room or have a wank in the bathroom for all I care, but if you dare touch any of my face creams you will never have a chance of looking down." Kurt wiggled Elliot's chin side to side, tilting it up then down just a little so Elliot could catch the slightest of glimpses of Kurt's body before the door was slammed shut.

From the other side of the wood he could hear Elliot's frustrated whines.

"You might want to move away from the door." Kurt purred into the wood. He was gripping his own cock, stroking loudly, making sure Elliot could hear what he was doing. "Unless you want to torment yourself even more…. Starkid."

"It's Starchild and you know it."

"Hmmm." Kurt hummed, still stroking himself, he made his moan extra delicious, his cock swelling tighter in his hand.

"You could at least let me watch."

"But the sound of you begging feels so good."

"Not as good how my lips could feel." Now it was Elliot's turn to purr, he was trying to look through the gap in the door, Kurt could see how the shadow was moving. Elliot was already on his knees.

"Can you deep throat?"

"Open up this door and find out."

"Nice try." Kurt laughed, then turned so his back was against the door, sliding down so he could sit and moan into the door frame gap.

"You moan like you sing." Elliot purred as Kurt whined, "Off pitch."

"You take that back."

"Make me."

"At least I can touch myself right now, I bet your throbbing in your pants."

"What makes you think I'm still wearing pants."

"Because Santana and Danny can walk through that door any moment and catch you with your pants down." Kurt's breathing was beginning to get ragged.

"She said she would meet us at the mall."

"She changed her mind." Kurt lied.

"Then you better let me in."

"No."

"Kurt, please."

"I think I heard someone on the staircase." Kurt hadn't heard a thing, but it was enough for Elliot's belt to jangle and re-buckle.

"Kurt you have to let me in."

"I can't have Santana catching you in my bedroom." Kurt's cock was getting slick and his head was tingling, but all this talk of Santana was blowing his concertation. "I would never hear the end of it."

"I'll make it worth your while baby." Elliot was begging again. Kurt's had worked furiously up and down, his legs splayed and his face, still wet from the shower was now also wet with sweat.

"I know you would." Kurt gasped.

"Your close now, aren't you? Come on, just let me in."

"So close."

"Fuck." Elliot growled. That was enough to send Kurt over the edge. With a gasp and a very on-pitch moan Kurt spilled everything he had over himself.

Fuck!

Kurt looked down at the mess he made on himself, his chest heaving. He reached across for the towel he had dropped then hesitated.

"I could make come in here and clean me up." Kurt panted, imagining Elliot between his legs right now, making him lick, gripping his hair.

The next thing he heard was Elliot jiggling at the doorknob, trying to get in.

"What's the matter Elliot? Is the door locked? Oh well, too late." Kurt said, wiping himself clean and getting to his feet. "You should make sure you're ready to go to the mall. Can't keep Santana and Danny waiting."