Flawless

Summary: Santana notices the Glee guys checking out Kurt and wonders why they don't approach or make their move. One day she decides that enough is enough and plants a seed and watches how it grows…

Rating: M

Warnings: Some homosexual content, but it's only minor. If it may offend/unsettle you, you shouldn't be reading my stories…

AU: Set in 2x01 and Matt didn't leave and Burt and Carole are not together. Also, Sam joined Glee Club after 'Billionaire'. All the boys are single!

Characters: Santana Lopez, Kurt Hummel, Finn Hudson, Noah Puckerman, Mike Chang, Sam Evans, Artie Abrams, Matt Rutherford

Santana watched her boy strut across the hall after Glee Club, hips moving as if they were literally oiled at his father's garage. She knew that such fluidity was rare as she had been attempting to achieve such a goal for quite a long time. Quinn almost had it, but not like Prancy Smurf did. It was something to behold…

…and everybody realised it.

The girls were looking on enviously as he walked alone to his car.

The boys had open mouths as if they couldn't believe they had not noticed such a wondrous sight before. Santana couldn't quite remember whether Kurt had been looking and behaving so lasciviously last year. Sure, he hadn't quite reached his growth sport and everything was still very much high. Now, even despite the bullying escalation, Kurt was walking taller and strutting down the hall with more purpose and direction than she had ever seen.

Even with Kurt's newfound vigour and confidence, none of the guys were even thinking about approaching him like she knew they wanted to, because really, nobody ever looked at somebody that way without wanting to jump their bones in the janitor's closet.

This would have to be remedied. In the only way Santana Lopez knew how.

Invading Kurt's personal privacy in order for him to get laid.

Santana scrolled through her phone that night to find the pictures that she had sent herself from Kurt's phone while he was baking. This is why she didn't bake. Well, that and the fact that it was so not her thing. She preferred eating said products rather than produce them. Kurt was a master baker and she would always leave him to it. It gave her more time to snoop.

She found the perfect photo in minutes. It was sure to get the guys flustered whenever they saw him. It was nude or anything, Santana wasn't that cruel, but it would expose Kurt in a different light. Just the one he needed to be shining under. Besides the Glee spotlight, but that scheme would have to unfold another day.

She collected the Glee guys (and hot new boy Sam Evans) in a group text, where her number was classed as 'Unknown Recipient' and smirked as she tapped send.

Found some new jerking off material for you all. You're welcome ;)

She attached the photo with a satisfied expression on her face. Now she would just have to wait until tomorrow.

Finn

Kurt frowned as he walked into Glee Club and the boys were all staring at him. The girls had continued with their conversation but every male eye was trained on his body, sweeping up and down like an x-ray at an airport as though they could see through his clothes. Even Mr. Schuester was trying to keep his eyes away.

Well, Kurt thought, maybe I've done something particularly embarrassing but the girls don't care about it enough to shame me for it. I love them. Wait. Oh no! Santana's got her 'I'm scheming' face on and this cannot be good for anybody involved. Oh god, I bet I'm involved.

The Glee session went very quickly indeed. Mr. Schuester was definitely off his game and it showed. He set them a solo assignment and gave them the lesson to prepare things. And that was it. Kurt saw the guys looking quite stressed at certain points, crossing and uncrossing their legs at regular intervals. He just boiled it down to Santana's particularly short Cheerios skirt. She had actually cut an inch of two off of it so that everyone would have a better view, or something to that extent. Kurt had rolled his eyes and told her to replace it, sharpish. Of course, she had not listened to him.

Everybody left, Finn nodding to the guys on his left, the girls sighing as they left the room. Kurt frowned as Mr. Schue looked at them awkwardly before scratching his head and leaving the room, satchel in front of his body like a shield.

"Finn? Do you know what's going on around here?"

Finn smiled. "I don't know what you mean. Nothing's going on. Did I mention how good you're looking today?"

"What?!"

"You always look good, but there's something about you today that's really turning me on."

Kurt blinked, eyes wide. "Finn…what's going on? Is this some kind of joke? Because I'm not sure I get it."

"This isn't a joke. Not to me, anyway. I just want you to know that people…that I see how much effort you put into your appearance. And it is very much appreciated that you do." Finn cupped Kurt's face with his large hands. "Can I?"

Kurt, powerless to Finn's charm, merely nodded in surprise as Finn planted his lips onto his. Finn's hands moved from his face to his arms before finding themselves pressed against Kurt's ass, squeezing the cheeks eagerly. Kurt wriggled out from the embrace.

"Finn," he breathed, "I don't understand. You're straight."

He shrugged. "Haven't you always been the one to advise people not to get so hung up on labels?"

"I guess I have said that in the past. I didn't realise I was applying that to you."

"Do you want to stand here and talk or stand here and make out?" Finn asked quickly.

Kurt smirked and pulled Finn closer by his belt. "I have a better idea…"

Artie

Kurt emerged from the choir room, subtly licking his lips and hoping nobody noticed the blush that stained his cheeks or Finn's awkward shuffle from the choir room. He noticed the rest of the boys leaning against the walls and lockers, trying to look inconspicuous. It wasn't working. Suddenly, Kurt clicked on.

"Boys," he purred as he walked by, making sure to strut with extra seduction as he passed.

"Kurt, wait!" Artie shouted and wheeled himself over.

"Hello, Arthur. Pleasant day, isn't it?"

"You could say that," Artie replied, as he realised that his chair made it so he was crotch level or thereabouts when he rolled up next to Kurt. "Are those new jeans?"

Kurt nodded. "I'm glad somebody noticed. Do you like them? I don't know what to think. They're a little tighter than I'm used to." Kurt twirled, making sure Artie got a close up view of his ass.

Artie was suddenly salivating as he realised that he was supposed to answer. "I…I think they're…uh, great! They look great on you. I didn't realise jeans were made tighter than what you usually wear."

Kurt smirked. "You notice how tight my jeans are? Well, I must say I'm flattered. At least it pays off, having to spend so long putting them on and taking them off. It is rather uncomfortable, but the things we do for fashion, right?"

Artie bit his lip and smiled politely back. Kurt bent down to Artie's eye level.

"Artie? Do you maybe want to take them off for me?"

Artie nodded vigorously.

Kurt draped himself over Artie's lap, kissing his cheek. "Let's find somewhere private."

As Artie pushed them both towards an abandoned classroom, Kurt attacked Artie's neck with his lips, dotting kisses along the pale skin. Kurt felt Artie's budding erection poke into him and he smirked.

"Someone's excited."

As they rolled into the room, Kurt shut the door and bent down for another kiss. Artie's fingers flew straight to the button on Kurt's jeans as he shrugged them down the surprisingly strong legs Kurt possessed.

"That was easier than I expected," Artie frowned.

Kurt waved his hand. "So I embellished I little. These are custom-made for easy removal."

"I'll say," Artie grinned as he grabbed Kurt's sizable bulge from over his boxer briefs. "May I?"

"You certainly may," Kurt smirked as Artie flicked down his underwear and got to work. Kurt wondered just what was happening to the boys to cause this reaction, but he certainly wasn't complaining about it.

Matt

Kurt knew that the boys would be waiting for him when he returned with Artie as the boy wheeled himself in the other direction. To his surprise, only Matt was lingering in the corridor.

"Matt? You alright?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "I just thought I was giving Artie a ride home today and I wanted to check if that was still the plan. I'll just catch him later at lunch." Matt pouted a little, eyes flickering to Kurt's body, giving away his story.

Kurt smirked as he saw through the otherwise well-crafted lie. "I see. You know, I could use a ride…"

"Yeah?" Matt raised his eyebrow.

"You spend a lot of time watching people, don't you? You talk less and observe more?" Matt nodded in response. "I thought so. Then you'll know that I've been watching you this past year. I was quite surprised to realise that you were staring at me luridly during Bad Romance."

Matt lost his composure, thinking about those heels and that ass during the choreography. "It was hard not to. You sounded great."

Kurt snorted. "Oh, I know I sounded great. Gaga is my forte. But I think you enjoyed the costume, didn't you Matthew? You loved seeing me in my ten inch Gaga heels, showing off how flexible I can be."

Matt groaned as Kurt's words infected his brain, putting description to the images he had casually stored away for future use. "Bathroom. Now."

Kurt found Matt's dominant side pretty hot and thought that the boy should have definitely talked more during the previous year. Things could have been so much different. "Lead the way."

As soon as Kurt and Matt crashed into the boys' bathroom, they locked the door and kissed heavily, Matt's strong hold supporting a slightly dazed Kurt.

"My, my, where did that come from?" Kurt panted as they separated.

Matt smirked. "It's always been there. You just haven't seen it before," he grunted as he pushed Kurt against the wall, grinding his crotch into the smaller boy's.

Kurt quickly unhooked Matt's belt, pulling his jeans down as he slid down to the floor. Kurt was pleasantly surprised to notice that Matt was going commando and also to see that Matt was as well-endowed as he had always secretly suspected. Kurt wrapped his hand around the thick length and smirked up at Matt, his tongue lightly pressing against the tip. Matt shuddered, Kurt chuckling below him.

"Oh, I'm just getting started," he said as Matt was engulfed by a wave of pleasure, Kurt's talented mouth proving that singing wasn't the only thing it was good for.

Mike

"Hey, Kurt," Mike chirped as Kurt sat at the piano in the auditorium. After sucking and thrusting his way through the day, Kurt decided it was high time he took a break. His endeavours with Matt had left him slightly breathless and music was a good cure for pretty much everything. His fingers had been softly drifting across the ebony and ivory when he was stopped by the dancing Asian boy.

"Mike, hi," Kurt had always felt a little shy around Mike. Only if because he had barely anything in common with the other boy and it was always disconcerting to talk to people without many common interests. He and Matt hadn't done much talking, mostly because they refused to skirt around the subject at hand. He wasn't entirely sure about how direct Mike was going to be about this. Kurt's ego hadn't inflated or anything, he just knew how to follow a good pattern. Finn, Artie, Matt, and he suspected that most if not all of the Glee guys would be approaching him throughout the day. He still wasn't sure about the stimuli of these interactions, but he wasn't inclined to guess. He would just ride out the storm. Quite literally.

"How are you doing?"

Kurt sighed calmly. Mike was hot. And let's face it, Kurt was still horny. Several expressions of his long-building-up sexual desires were not enough after waiting years. He wasn't going to play this out. "Mike, let's not do this. I know what you want. I know what I want. How do you want to go about this? On the piano? The floor? Standing?"

Mike frowned. "Kurt…what?"

Kurt's stomach plummeted. "Oh…never mind, I just thought that—."

"You thought correctly. I'm just teasing you. And, piano if you don't mind."

Kurt immediately grabbed the thin collar of Mike's shirt, pulling the boy towards him and locked their lips together. He abandoned the material and one of his hands shot downwards and cupped Mike's growing bulge, squeezing with just the right amount of firmness in his grasp. Mike pulled away from the kiss to bite his lip, moaning and groaning at the touch. And, just like that, Kurt removed his hand. Mike spluttered as Kurt smirked.

"I'm just teasing you, Michael," he said as Mike lifted him up and sat him down on the piano. Mike arced upwards and sucked firmly on Kurt's neck, driving the boy insane. Kurt's hand slipped under Mike's shirt, feeling the extremely well-chiselled abs protruding from the warm skin.

"Oh my god, you're like a wall," Kurt breathed as he tore open Mike's shirt, without ripping off any of the buttons. He was extremely pleased by the view and stopped Mike's lips so that he could let his own tongue swirl around Mike's nipple before moving to the other.

"Are you getting up here or not? There's only so much I can do from up here."

Mike wasted no time in shredding his shirt and gracefully hopping onto the instrument as Kurt straddled his clothed crotch, rocking back and forth against it. Mike threw his head back, careful not to bang it on the shiny black of the piano. "Oh, fuck," he grunted as the delicious friction sent sparks crashing through his body, pooling undeniably in his groin.

Kurt felt the length poking at him and smirked. "Now it's time to have some real fun…"

Sam

Kurt decided that he was going to deal with the new kid himself.

He didn't know Sam, aside from the boys' giving their verdict on his performance. So he figured that he would see how Sam reacted to his presence and go from there. If he was got nothing, he would leave and go and find Puckerman, who he simply knew was more than ready for it. That's why he was saving him until last, to drive him even more crazy. Santana had compared him to an animal whilst having sex and Kurt wanted to know if he was better than Mike, who had been rather amazing with his skills.

He found Sam at his locker, just before lunch (Boy, Kurt was having a busy day!) and approached slowly. "Hello, Sam. I'm Kurt Hummel. We didn't get much a chance to speak earlier so I wanted to take this chance to welcome you to the New Directions."

Sam smiled, Kurt immediately noticing how his wide lips could be particularly useful. "Hey, thanks. I wanted to talk to you about something, actually."

"Oh, did you now?"

"Yeah. I…well, I sang for the guys the other day and they accepted me, but I feel as though you should have been there," Sam explained briefly.

Kurt nodded. "I probably should have. Though the guys and I aren't usually close, so it doesn't shock me in the slightest."

"Right, well I wanted to make sure I wasn't stepping on any toes. I was wondering if I could give you a private audition, just so you know that I'm…good enough. It's a chance to really show you what I can do and what I can bring to the club."

Kurt smirked. Oh yeah. The new kid was so down for anything. "That…makes sense actually. When did you have in mind?" Now?

Sam shrugged. "I'm not doing anything now. Auditorium?"

Kurt shook his head, knowing that the auditorium was probably still tainted from where he and Mike had fooled around. "Choir room?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, okay. It has blinds in there, right?"

Kurt wanted to chuckle, but he decided that it would ruin the mood. Sam wasn't as assertive as Matt or as delightfully innocent as Artie, but he was a mixture of the two. Sam had propositioned him, he just needed assistance with the particular logistics of it all. "Yeah, nobody will see us."

Sam quickly shut all of the blinds before racing back to Kurt. "You look so hot today."

"I'm glad you think so. I must say this school has needed some eye candy like you."

"So we're on the same page here, then."

"I guess we are," Sam said, his voice low and husky. He stepped and claimed Kurt's mouth with his own. Kurt knew that the largeness of Sam's mouth would make him a better kisser and it had. It was firm yet tender, making him feeling things all the way through his body. He was still a little bit sensitive from his session with Mike so he figured that he would just treat Sam to whatever he wanted and be done with it. Though he was definitely getting those lips to blow him when this haziness was over and done with.

Kurt ripped Sam's belt from its proper place and let it fall to the floor with a clang. Sam pushed his jeans to his ankles, not quite removing his shoes in case he needed to make a quite getaway. Kurt saw the impressive cock straining in Sam's tight boxer briefs and licked his lips, ready to take it in his throat.

"Oh god, Kurt," Sam hummed as Kurt's tongue flicked out and wetted the tip of his dick. Kurt smiled up at him, which Sam considered to be the hottest thing he had ever seen, with no exceptions, before using his mouth to the best of his ability. Sam was big, the biggest of all of the guys Kurt had been with today yet he was still able to reach the base, opening his throat to take more and more in as it got more difficult. Sam's hands flew to the back of Kurt's head, holding him there for a few seconds. Kurt wasn't gagging, but he wasn't far from it. Though he did love what was happening; Sam was taking control, just like Kurt knew he was capable of doing.

"Fuck, yeah. You suck that cock, Kurt," Sam growled as Kurt bobbed up and down on him. To his surprise, Kurt found that he actually enjoyed sucking cock, despite his internal insistences that he was going to hate doing it.

Sam's knees buckled as the pressure of his impending orgasm got the better of him. Kurt managed to catch all several strands of Sam's come and swallow them without making a mess of the choir room like he had of the auditorium. He wondered what Rachel would say when she went in there to practise the morning after. Kurt licked the residue from the tip of Sam's dick before pulling his underwear and pants back up his legs.

"Okay, that has to be a regular thing," Sam crowed as he came down from his high.

Kurt smirked. "That mouth alone makes me want more. But, for now, I have somewhere to be." He quickly kissed Sam hard before turning for the hall, strutting towards the one place he hadn't been where he knew Noah Puckerman was lying in wait for him.

Puck

"Took you long enough," Puck growled as Kurt entered the locker room. "I had to beat my dick twice before you decided to finally show up."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "You're lucky I showed up. I've had a busy day so I hope you're worth the energy."

"Princess, I'm Puckzilla. Of course I'm worth the energy. You in the mood for messing around?"

Kurt shook his head coolly. "Just fuck me as hard as you can. I've been sucking all day my mouth is getting sore."

Puck shrugged. "Okay, babe. Take off your clothes and bend over. I'll prep you quickly and then you're in for the fuck of your life."

Puck reached into his pants and grasped his dick, pulling it from its confines. Kurt was impressed with the size and knew that Puck would be worth the wait. He stripped off his clothes as Puck did the same, revealing the hard, impressive body he knew was lying under there.

Kurt braced himself against the bench as he felt Puck's warm tongue flit into his asshole. He was surprised that Puck would be into something like that, but then again he was a sex shark after all. It felt great to Kurt and he knew that being fucked by Puck was going to feel just as good, probably better.

After a few minutes of rimming, Puck slapped his ass. "You ready for this?"

Kurt sighed at the dramatics. "Just stick the thing in me, Puck."

Puck shrugged. "That I can do." He guided his dick so it pressed warmly against Kurt's hole, lining up perfectly. With one hard thrust, he pushed himself in, making Kurt wince slightly. He had expected that, of course. Mike had fingered him not so long ago but it had still been painful. Puck's prepping had not been in vain because the burn was less prominent than it probably should have been.

"Fuck," Puck cursed as he continued to hammer his dick into Kurt with extreme speed that Kurt strangely had not expected. Kurt was shook with the force of his motions, Puck's balls slapping hard against his skin. The sound was surprisingly hot as it told just how quickly Puck was going.

"Harder, Puck," Kurt snapped as he was getting settled into his rhythm. Puck had complied and slowed down his thrusts, instead making them forceful, slamming against Kurt's prostate with every manoeuvre. "That's it! Right there!"

Puck smirked at the noises that were coming from Kurt's pretty little mouth and went back to using speed, his stamina rapidly declining after trying to best to fuck harder than he had ever had to before. Kurt was demanding and Puck didn't want to disappoint.

They continued establishing their rhythm until Puck knew he wasn't going to hold out much longer. He pulled out, settling for aiming his dick at Kurt's face as the slimmer boy opened his mouth, ready to collect Puck's seed.

Puck grunted and shot his load over Kurt's face, the sticky liquid rapidly drying on his face. Puck kissed most of it away and Kurt wiped off the rest quite easily.

"Well, the legends are true. Noah Puckerman is a great fuck."

Puck grinned smugly. "You're not so bad yourself, babe. Why now, though? You could've offered this to me anytime and I would've fucked you."

Kurt frowned. "I don't understand. I've been meeting Glee guys all day who've all of a sudden wanted to do things with me."

Puck smirked. "The photo you sent worked, after all."

"What photo? I didn't send a photo!"

Puck retrieved his phone and held it closer to Kurt.

Kurt gaped. It was a photo of him taking during Lady Gaga rehearsals with the girls. His leg was up at his head, straight as an arrow and everything was on display. His package and his firm ass, all there for people to see. He wasn't quite nude, but he may as well have been considering the guys all saw him today anyway.

"Who…?" Puck began and Kurt stopped him.

There was only one person who could've taken it.

"Santana." Kurt extracted his own phone and shot off some quick texts to her.

I know about the photo.

You're in deep shit, Satan.

I got laid a bunch of times, though.

I'll tell you all about it later xoxo

Kurt smiled as he dressed, satisfied with the day's work. Six guys in one day was a good way to kick off anyone's sexual explorations. And with six offers for more sex, it was going to be an interesting junior year for Kurt Hummel.

Author's Note: I was bored so I wrote this in one sitting. Wow that's a lot of gay. ;)

Of course the song is 'Flawless' by Beyoncé (if you like you can use the Nicki remix) from her self-titled album BEYONCE. (Literally living for Formation atm)