Title: Wanna Feel Like Your Loverboy

Warnings: explicit sex scene (see end notes for detailed warnings)

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Sunday

The bar looked packed so Santana checked that she had her taser and her pepper spray. She recalled what Kurt and Mercedes had said about those assholes that harassed him. Let them try something with her. They would taste their own balls with how far her stiletto would shove them up their asses.

"Are you sure we should do this?" Mercedes gripped her steering wheel and eyed the bar hesitantly. "What if Blaine tells Kurt we came to spy on him?"

"He was probably too busy staring at Hummel's delicious ass to remember us." Santana unbuckled her seat belt and checked her lipstick in the mirror.

"I just feel like Kurt wouldn't want us to be here."

"If he had his shit together, I might agree. We are just doing some snooping. Nothing more. It's not like we are going to actually talk to the guy."

She nodded and they went in.

There was hardly any room, but they found a small table near the back where they could see the guy Kurt had a thing for.

He was currently up on the stage, singing some heartsick song about wanting to be with someone that was probably Kurt. She rolled her eyes. Men. Stop sing about it and just fucking do something.

"Have either of you ever dated two people at once?" Kurt said earlier at the restaurant where they met for dinner. He was cutting up some food for Kit who was chewing on a napkin. "Kit don't eat that."

"Of course not!" Mercedes said.

"Nah," Santana said. "But I've dated three at once." She smiled like a cobra.

"Well, I for one think it's wrong." Mercedes stabbed at her food. "Call me old-fashioned, but I think you should focus on one person at a time. Why hurt people's feelings?"

Santana tossed her a sardonic smile. "I wouldn't call you old-fashioned as much as incredibly narrow-minded. What about people who are completely cool with a little throuple action?"

"What if not everyone is completely cool with it?" Kurt interjected. He wiped off Kit's mouth. "I mean, they know about each other. Well, not who each other is. One might, but—"

"Oh my god if you don't get to the point I will drive this lemon wedge into my eye," Santana interrupted.

"Okay, okay. I'm dating both Blaine and Adam. Everyone is aware and I'm not cheating, but I'm having a hard time making a decision and I feel so slimy in the meantime." He wiped his hands on a napkin self-consciously. "Adam is safe. Dependable. Really sweet and a great choice. He gets along with Kit and I really like him, but there's no… spark. That thing that makes you want to just…" He glanced over at Kit. He raised his eyebrows meaningfully. "Uh, you know. Do adult things."

"And then there's the tiny tattooed one," Santana quipped as she popped a bite into her mouth.

"Then there's Blaine." Kurt's face softened and his eyes went all dreamy. "We have this chemistry. I'm never bored around him. He makes everything an adventure and there's this sweet side to him… And I can't keep my hands to myself. I've never felt like this. But with Kit, he's tentative at best. He was so sweet with him, but like in a fun uncle type of way. I just don't know if he's mature enough. You see my dilemma?" Kurt dropped his forehead on the table and Kit laughed uproariously.

"Dada! Dada ouchie!"

"That's a hard choice, but there's other guys too," Mercedes tried, smiling at Kit's infectious laughter. "You don't just have to pick one of them."

Santana cackled. "Yeah, LA is the land of the homos. They literally herd them here."

Kurt peeled his face from the table and rested his chin on the surface. "But I don't want anyone else… I think…"

"Have you fucked both of them or just Blaine?" Santana said.

Mercedes and Kurt gaped at her.

"Santana! Not around the child!" Kurt looked Kit over like he was going to suddenly start screaming curse words.

She rolled her eyes. "So, just Blaine. If you're asking my advice, you won't know for sure until you, have a 'play date' with both of them. Then you can compare the delinquent to the throw pillow."

"Santana, having sex isn't always the answer," Kurt said, but he was squinting his eyes at his glass like he was considering it.

"But it is sometimes the answer. You asked our advice and that's mine. Do with it what you will." Santana went back to her meal, ready to move on to another subject.

"You will have to choose eventually," Mercedes warned. "Or you will lose them both."

After all that, Kurt was still unsure and eventually he had to take Kit home to get him to bed. As soon as he left, Santana divulged her plan to Mercedes, who was a little hesitant. She convinced her, however, when she reminded her it was for Kurt. They would go check out Blaine again with fresh eyes and try to find something wrong with him.

"Here." Mercedes handed her a non-alcoholic drink since she was driving and sat down opposite her where she could see the man himself on the stage. They sipped for a few moments before Mercedes piped up again. "Okay, I definitely see the appeal. I've always thought he was cute, but what is it about him that has Kurt all in knots? I don't know why he doesn't just date the family man from his office. It just makes sense. Kurt's always wanted someone like that."

Santana didn't answer straight away, but watched the way Blaine played, his arms flexing and his voice dripping emotion. She might be only into women these days, but she saw the appeal too. "It's passion. He oozes it." She turned to Mercedes. "And who else do we know that is extremely passionate about what he does and the people he loves to the point of obnoxiousness?"

Mercedes conceded with a tilt of her head. "Fair point. But it's not just him. He has Kit to think about."

They watched Blaine finish his song (something drops in the ocean something something) amid lots of applause and tips being tossed his way. He bowed and started a new song. About jealousy. The smile sliced across her face. He was something all right.

They both listened for a few minutes, silently sipping their drinks.

"No matter who Kurt chooses, I'll be happy for him. I just want him to be happy." Mercedes frowned at her sweating glass. "He deserves it after all he's been through."

Santana agreed, admiring Blaine's stage presence. She was mildly impressed. "Well, if we are going to be fair about this, we need to see the boring one to make our final call."

"Since Kurt asked us to play at his gala, I'd say we will have the perfect opportunity." Mercedes held up her hand which Santana slapped with a grin.

"I feel like it's a damn shame more people don't see the conniving side of you. It's beautiful."

"I'm not conniving until it comes to my best friends," Mercedes replied as she drained her drink. "I'd be the same with you."

Santana shrugged before downing her glass too. "It's a good thing I'll be alone forever then."

"Don't say that. You'll find her. Probably not at all those clubs and bars you keep going to, but somewhere."

Santana grinned and tossed some money down for their drinks. "Let's get out of here before—"

"Hey! What are you guys doing here?" Blaine was standing in front of them, blocking their path to the door. He must have wrapped up while they were talking. He was a little sweaty from the stage, but had a sparkle in his eyes. "Is Kurt with you?" He glanced around like he could conjure the man up with his eyes. Well, the feelings were definitely mutual.

"Oh aren't you so sweet!" Mercedes squeezed Santana's arm and widened her eyes at her. "He did remember us, Santana! Just like I said!"

"Yeah, I heard him." She shook her friends hand off. "No, Hummel isn't here. He has a kid if you recall, unless you sweated your brains out up there." She wrinkled her nose up.

Blaine's hopeful smile dimmed and he rested his eyes on them. "I know. I just thought he might be here." He scratched the nape of his neck. "I don't know what he told you, but we are sort of seeing each other. I know I'm not the only one, but I really like him."

"Don't we all?" Santana tucked her dark hair behind her ear and folded her arms. "Well, see you later." She made to slide past him but he blocked them.

"Hey, don't tell Kurt you talked to me if you guys don't mind. I… He cares about his privacy and I don't want him to think I was talking about him."

Santana and Mercedes shared a look.

"I guess. But you owe us one."

His shoulders relaxed and he gave them a charming smile. "I'll take it." He winked and offered a high five which Santana rolled her eyes at and Mercedes took. "Thanks, ladies. I hope you'll come back and see me soon?" He pouted a little.

Mercedes giggled and goddamn it if Santana didn't get a little flutter in her tummy. Well played.

"Sure. See you around, Blaine." Mercedes waved a little as Santana dragged her away.

"Watch yourself, hobbit."

They got outside before Mercedes fanned her face. "Okay, I think I get it now."

Santana only grunted in reply, but she thought she was beginning to as well.


Monday - May

10:11.

Kurt glanced at the time and rearranged his desk.

Then he stood and paced the length of his office.

He tried to do the moves to an old Glee number, just to see if he remembered. He did.

He spun in his chair.

Should he be working? Yes. Was he? No. Why? Because he was too damn nervous.

Blaine was coming to take some more pictures for him and he felt like he was sneaking the man in under Adam's nose. As he tried working on some emails, he reminded himself they were not exclusive and he wasn't doing anything wrong. That still didn't calm him and he found himself jumping at every sound, filled with a nervous energy he couldn't release.

10:26.

"Kurt?" Brittany's voice came through the intercom causing him to nearly leap from his chair.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Anderson is here to see you. Blaine, not Cooper." The next sentence was a whisper. "You told me to specify next time, remember?"

"Yes, yes. Thank you. Send him in." Kurt stood and shook out his hands. He thought about sitting at his desk, but then thought that would be weird, so he stood and thought about leaning on his desk. But then he was worried he would look silly like that, so he just went to let Blaine in.

He was in another button up, plaid today, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and proudly showing off his tattoos. His hair had been fixed again and he carried his helmet and camera bag. Kurt was kind of sad he wasn't wearing the eyeliner today, but that would be okay.

He lit up when Kurt opened the door for him. "Hey."

"Hey," Kurt answered, prepared for a kiss, but Blaine just winked and stepped past him into the office.

What the hell? Where was the flirting? Where was the touching?

Blaine perched on the edge of this desk in an effortlessly cool way while Kurt rested his back on his office door. When he turned around, Blaine was digging through his camera bag.

"You aren't going to kiss me?" Kurt asked.

"I thought it bothered you. I'm not going to be unprofessional," he said without looking up. "I have something for you."

Kurt stared curiously from where he still rested against the door. "What?" His breath caught in his throat at the two picture frames Blaine withdrew from his bag. One was the picture of him from the ocean and the other was the two of them. From their first date.

"You kept them?" Kurt heard the astonishment in his voice.

"Of course." Blaine turned the frames towards himself. "If you don't like the frames, I can exchange them. I kind of tried to match the ones I saw at your house and here, but they aren't really expensive." Blaine licked his lips and his eyes darted from Kurt back to the pictures. "Are they okay?"

Kurt couldn't stand it another moment longer. He slid the lock on the door home and slowly crossed the room towards his desk like a predator stalking prey. His eyes didn't leave Blaine's as he pushed a button on his intercom.

"Brittany, I'm not to be disturbed for the next hour. I'll tell you if it's sooner." He loosened his tie and pulled it off.

"Yes, Kurt," Brittany replied, her voice fuzzy over the intercom. "I'll hold your calls and visitors."

"Thank you."

"Unless there's a fire."

"Okay, thank you, Brittany."

"Or if there's an earthquake."

"That will be all, Brittany."

Blaine watched helplessly as Kurt shucked his jacket. "Kurt, what are you—"

"I'm having a weak moment, Blaine." He stared defiantly into Blaine's eyes and tossed his jacket and tie to his desk chair. "Are you going to help me with that?"

It only took approximately three seconds for Blaine to realize what Kurt was saying. He grinned and tossed his camera bag into one of the chairs. Then he began to unbutton his shirt quickly. "Oh hell yes! In your office though?"

Kurt dropped his shirt on top of his other clothes and came around the desk to where Blaine was just getting his own shirt off. He pulled a condom and small bottle of lube from his pocket that had Blaine's eyes glowing.

"It's always been a fantasy of mine and what you said the other day about carrying a condom around with me got me to thinking." He moved closer and noted with satisfaction that Blaine seemed to be breathing hard already. "What do you say? Want to help me live it out?"

"Yes," was all Blaine got out before Kurt kissed him frantically, their hands found each other's chests and arms.

"That was just," Kurt rasped in between kisses. "You're so," kiss. "Freaking," kiss. "Sweet." Kiss.

Blaine pressed his chest harder against Kurt's. "I'm not that sweet." He pulled away and began kissing down Kurt's neck and his chest.

Kurt allowed it, revelling in the way Blaine's mouth felt sucking at his bare skin, warm and wet. He opened his eyes and grabbed Blaine's hand when he began to undo Kurt's belt. Blaine looked up at him, a question in his eyes.

"I want to bend you over the desk," Kurt said before bending to kiss Blaine tenderly. "Is that okay with you?"

The excitement that broke over Blaine's face was instant and made Kurt's heart flip. He began tearing his pants off. "Oh my god that's definitely okay with me." He went around to Kurt's side of the desk and hooked his underwear with his thumbs and pulled them off. He gave his semi-erect dick a pull and bit his lip. "How do you want me?"

Kurt slowly pulled off his belt and laid it on his desk, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants without hurry. He took measured steps towards Blaine who was devouring the sight in front of him with greed. "Lay across my desk. On your stomach."

Blaine complied immediately, pushing his ass up in the air and watching every move Kurt made.

Kurt had cleared his desk for the most part, even going so far as to put his family pictures in a drawer. That was something he didn't need to see while he was having sex.

He got behind Blaine and just drank in the sight for a few seconds, his hands gliding over Blaine's tanned muscular back and down to his glorious ass. He grabbed it in each hand, his nails digging into the soft flesh. Blaine moaned encouragingly, his eyes closed and head resting on his folded arms.

"Don't be gentle, Kurt," he mumbled with a happy sigh at the treatment his ass was getting. "I can take it. I like it rough."

Kurt kept squeezing and massaging with one hand while he opened the lube with the other. He had to let go to squeeze some out onto his fingers, but quickly returned to his ministrations. "You look perfect like this, ready and waiting," Kurt said as he slid his dry hand up and down Blaine's back. His glistening fingers teased along his crack before finding his hole and circling. "Like you were made for me to fuck."

"Yes, Kurt. Fucking do me." Blaine pushed back in encouragement. "Ohh! I could put your tie around my neck for you to have something to hold on to— Ah!" He cried out in pain as Kurt's hand that was on his back found his hair and he pulled sharply. Blaine's head snapped back helplessly at the action and Kurt pressed his chest to Blaine's back so he could whisper in his ear.

"I'd rather just hold on to your hair if it's all the same to you." He nipped Blaine's earlobe at the same time he shoved two fingers in and Blaine cried out, half in pain and half in ecstasy.

"Oh, fuck! Yes! Just like that!" He arched his back, thrusting with Kurt's fingers in a rough, fast rhythm. "Kurt, oh my god!"

Kurt curled his fingers inside Blaine, stroking and feeling, noting every reaction and hiss they caused. He was already so hard just seeing Blaine like this and living out a wild fantasy he had never done before that he wasn't even sure he would make it. He was so fixated on the way Blaine's back muscles moved under his skin and the sheen of sweat that began to glaze him that it scared him a little when he twisted his hand and Blaine let free a string of curses so filthy that Kurt blushed.

"Right fucking there," Blaine panted. He looked over his shoulder at Kurt and smirked. "You can fuck me now."

Kurt smirked back, trying not to do just that even though his cock was straining painfully against his zipper. He wanted to do this for hours. "You aren't ready yet. I don't want to hurt you."

Blaine snatched the condom from the desk and shoved it in Kurt's hands. "I told you I like it rough. Now fuck me or I will push you on this desk and fuck myself on your dick." He winked and Kurt grinned at his previous words being thrown back at him.

"Fine. But tell me if it hurts." He ripped open the condom and rolled it onto his dick quickly. Blaine shimmied higher onto the desk until his ass was pointed at a better angle. Kurt ran his hands along Blaine's sides, eliciting a shiver and then grabbed his hips roughly. He allowed the nails to bite into Blaine's skin. "How hard do you want it, Blaine?" He eased his dick into Blaine, agonizingly slow. It was a tight fit (Kurt still felt like he needed to be stretched more) and Kurt fisted a hand in Blaine's hair as he went.

Blaine cried out in ecstasy and shoved his ass back onto Kurt's dick. He seemed to really like it when Kurt pulled his hair. Once he was fully seated, he took a few moments to breathe and let Blaine adjust.

"Seriously, Kurt. Don't hold back. I can take it." Blaine started to move, popping his ass so that Kurt's dick slid in and out. "Come on and fuck me."

At that, Kurt's restraint broke and he started moving his hips in a punishing rhythm, one hand fisted in Blaine's hair and the other clutching Blaine's shoulder. Blaine grabbed the edge of the desk and rocked with Kurt.

"Ah yes, fuck me. Harder, Kurt. Fuck me harder."

Kurt pulled on his hair and went harder, taking pleasure in the moan of happiness Blaine released. Papers fluttered off the desk along with some fabric samples. Kurt was thanking his past self for going with the sturdier option instead of the glass one he had been considering. He looked down and watched his dick go in and out of Blaine who was arching back to meet his thrusts. The feeling was incredible. He watched Blaine's ass bounce and remembered the first time they had sex. He wanted Blaine to feel just as good as he was making him feel, so he decided to try what Blaine had suggested.

"Blaine, can I spank you?" He panted out as he slowed his thrusts a bit. He didn't want to come yet.

Blaine's finger nails dug into the lip of the desk. "Oh my god, yes. Use your belt."

Kurt's hips stuttered and then he recovered and continued to move. "The— The belt?"

"Yeah," Blaine breathed. "Why?"

"Won't that hurt?"

"A little, but I like it." Blaine glanced back at Kurt and laughed at the shocked look on his face. "I've done it before. Kurt, I have worse in my closet. It's fine."

"I'm… I'm not there yet." He squeezed a cheek hard and swatted it lightly as he thrusted a little harder. Blaine's eyes fluttered and he sighed. "I don't want to hurt you. Would it be okay if I just use my hand?"

"Of course," Blaine panted. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable. But don't hold back. Really smack my ass."

Kurt shook his head and breathed a little laugh as he sped up. "You scare me a little."

"Don't kink shame me at a time like this, sweetheart." Blaine pushed back, groaning through his teeth. "Now fucking spank me and make me come."

Kurt growled and grabbed Blaine's shoulders with both hands. He thrusted hard into the other man and then reared back and smacked Blaine's ass hard. He was a little frightened at how loud Blaine moaned.

"Again."

Kurt complied and was fascinated with the reaction, especially how he tightened his ass around his dick. Kurt got bolder and smacked harder. Each time Blaine reacted favourably. He really did like it and Kurt found himself enjoying it too. Not the actual hitting part, that probably wouldn't have occurred to him, but how he was making Blaine go crazy, cursing and writhing on his desk. This was so much better than the fantasy he had cooked up in his head and he found himself nearing the edge faster than he would have liked.

Someone tried to open his office door and he froze, quickly slapping a hand over Blaine's mouth. He successfully muffled a moan, but the man twisted around and raised an eyebrow in question.

Kurt leaned over to his ear. They were both breathing heavy and still connected. "The door."

The handle jiggled again and they heard a muffled voice call out Kurt's name.

"Shit," Kurt breathed and tried to pull out. Blaine held his hips in place where he couldn't move. He grabbed the back of Kurt's neck and drew their foreheads together. They were breathing the same air, hot on each other's lips.

"Finish fucking me," Blaine said.

"But they will know—"

"They won't. We will say we were in a meeting."

Kurt stared into his eyes for a moment. He was dead serious. He reached over Blaine and pressed his intercom button.

"I'm still in my meeting, Brittany. Tell whoever it is I'll be done soon."

Blaine started to slide his ass up and down Kurt's dick while he was talking and it was everything he could do to keep his voice level.

"Sorry, Kurt. I tried to tell Mr. Crawford you were busy, but he insisted." Her voice was tense.

Adam knocked on the door. "Kurt? Can I come in?"

"Fuck me, Kurt," Blaine whispered. His smile was made of wickedness. "Fuck me right in front of him. I want him to watch me come on your dick."

Kurt grabbed Blaine's hips and fucked him so hard and fast that he was coming in seconds. Blaine came too, right as he was and Kurt wisely kept his hand over Blaine's mouth. He screamed, probably louder than he had to, but Kurt was too busy coming his brains out to care.

They didn't have time to relax for a bit, but instead hurriedly got dressed and put all the things back on Kurt's desk. He was wiping the desk off quickly while Blaine was settling into one of his chairs when Adam knocked again.

"Kurt? Everything okay? I'm going to go get a key!"

"No!" Kurt straightened and glanced over everything, including a very calm looking Blaine. He didn't even have a hair out of place. "I'm coming!"

Blaine snorted and Kurt glared at him. "Hush. Not a word."

"I don't fuck and tell," Blaine said sweetly as he began to flip through a random Vogue magazine he found on the table beside him. He hid the pictures of him and Blaine in his desk drawer and was about to go let Adam in when Blaine grabbed his arm and pulled him into his lap.

"Blaine!" Kurt hissed.

"Kiss me first." He was completely serious.

Kurt motioned to the door. "He's going to barge in any second—"

"I don't care. Kiss me first." His jaw was set stubbornly, but his eyes pleaded and Kurt was helpless to resist.

He cupped Blaine's jaw and kissed him sweetly in complete contrast to the roughness from earlier. Kurt pulled away and Blaine grinned.

"Thanks, sweetheart."

Kurt took a second to compose himself and headed to the door, hoping to put off calm vibes. He knew he didn't do anything wrong by having sex with Blaine, but it wasn't Adam's business and he might get into trouble if his boss found out he had sex in his office. He pulled open the door to a stormy looking Adam who immediately brushed past Kurt.

"What's going on in here?"


"A meeting," Kurt replied cooly. Blaine was kind of in awe that he could switch from sex god to icy bitch so fast. He would probably be excellent at role play. Blaine shook his head. It wasn't the time.

Adam was glancing from Kurt to Blaine with suspicion, but they acted innocent as lambs. Kurt crossed his arms.

"What did you need that was so urgent? I told Brittany not to let anyone in and you are stressing her out."

Adam looked to his feet a little sheepishly. "I just heard a yell and I wanted to make sure you were…" He looked at Blaine with barely disguised annoyance. "I thought someone was hurt."

"No, we're all fine." Kurt rounded the desk and sat down. "In fact, I'm glad you're here because I need to go over some stuff about the gala with you."

Adam nodded slowly and went to the chair beside Blaine. Kurt was clicking something on his computer and not paying attention when Adam sat down. He eyed Blaine who winked at him and zipped up his pants suggestively. Was he trying to get Kurt in trouble? Of course not, but it wouldn't hurt to show off a little. Make this guy see him as a threat.

Rage filled Adam's eyes at the implication and it was all Blaine could do to not burst into laughter at how pissed he looked. He could die mad. Blaine couldn't fucking sit properly because of the sting and he wanted to shout about it from the rooftops. And here came this guy to ruin everything before they could get their cuddle on. Honestly Blaine had no idea what Kurt was thinking with him. He seemed wound up way too damn tight.

"Where's your pictures?" Adam asked, indicating his desk where they usually sat. Adam was staring Kurt down.

Kurt stared back at him blankly for a few moments, the only indication he was nervous was when his tongue darted out to lick his lips. "I moved them. Now, can we please—"

His phone rang, interrupting him and he held up a finger. "Will you both excuse me? Blaine, I'll come work the shoot with you in a minute and Adam if you'll just wait—"

"I'll walk Blaine to the shoot," he said brightly. "That will give you a few minutes to finish your call.

Kurt answered the call and asked them to hold. "I will take him. Why don't you just wait here."

"I'll just wait for Kurt if it's all the same," Blaine tried, but Adam stood.

"Nonsense. Come with me. Sheila is down there and she can get him started. It's her project, is it not?"

Kurt sighed. "Yes." He looked at Blaine. "I'll talk to you later."

Blaine stood too, and to his credit he didn't show any pain. He could choose to be an ass right now and outright flirt with Kurt in front of the Asshole, but Kurt already seemed stressed out and he wanted to take the stress away, not make it worse. So he just smiled and nodded, picked up his camera bag, and followed Adam without any fuss. Kurt watched him go, the little line between his eyes growing deeper. And why wouldn't he be concerned? If two guys he was sort of dating went off by themselves somewhere, he'd be shitting bricks too.

They got outside Kurt's office and past Brittany's desk before Adam stopped. Brittany had watched him go like a man headed for the gallows, but he just waved and flashed her a smile.

"I'm not really sure what you think you're doing, but Kurt is with me." Adam crossed his arms and glared at Blaine. So they were doing this. "You need to go find somewhere else to gold dig. He has a child."

Blaine opened his eyes wide and put a hand to his face. "He- He does?"

Adam nodded, pleased. "Yes, and he doesn't need you sniffing around. He needs a serious relationship."

Blaine dropped the innocent act. "Well, I don't know about you, but Kit loves me."

Adam's self-satisfied smirk fell as did the rest of his face. He quickly schooled his expression back into superior. "You need to back off."

"Well, if Kurt ever tells me to back off I will, but he only seems to want to back up, if you know what I'm saying."

Blaine had to suck in his lips to keep from laughing at the livid scowl Adam had fixed him with. He was obviously not prepared for Blaine's level of asshole.

"Listen, you are a loser. That's all you'll ever be." Adam got up in his face. "I'm the obvious choice here. Maybe you and Kurt had sex once—"

"More than once."

Adam smiled, but it was cold. "Whatever. I'm the boyfriend. You're just the guy he fucks." He looked Blaine up and down. "Although why I have no idea."

"Don't know," Blaine replied with a narrow eyed smile. "But while we're posing questions, here's one: why won't he fuck you?" Blaine raised his shoulders and hands in question.

Adam looked like he wanted to punch him, but he just smiled tightly. "Don't worry about that. Now, follow me and do your job. Then you can leave. I'm sure no one here will have any more use for you."

Blaine gritted his teeth at the man's back. He wondered if Kurt knew what a gigantic twat this guy was. They went to go take the world's most awkward, tense elevator ride together.


Brittany picked up her phone as soon as she heard the elevator shut. Just as she suspected, Kurt and Blaine had been up to things she would rather not think about in his office earlier. She had heard a noise or two, but she had been so busy taking calls that she purposely didn't listen. Then Adam Crawford had strolled by and wouldn't listen to her when she told him Kurt was busy. He apparently heard them going at it too and all but kicked the door down. Did Brittany enjoy the look on his face when he realized? A little. But she had bigger plans.

The line rang.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Captain Awesome?"

He sucked in a breath. "Cat Woman. I didn't think I would hear from you so soon."

"Me neither, but there's been a development."

"Did my brother ask Kurt out? Oh my god, was it awesome? I can't believe he didn't ask me for help!"

"No, actually I think they are already together. I'm pretty sure they had sex in Kurt's office."

"What?!? Wow, Blainey is more charming than I gave him credit for. I wonder what happened to the other guy he was so excited about?"

"Not sure, but the other man Kurt is dating knows and he isn't happy. What should we do?"

"Could you lock him in a closet—"

Brittany heard the elevator and interrupted him. "Have to go. I'll keep you posted." She hung up just in time for Adam to come strolling back to Kurt's office.

He looked at Brittany. "Is he still in his office?"

Brittany nodded.

He headed towards the door muttering something about taking out the trash. She narrowed her eyes at his back and typed out an email. Thankfully Kurt had given her the task of helping get entertainment for the gala.

"Blaine Anderson…" she typed. "We at Vogue would like to cordially invite you to provide entertainment at our annual Summer Gala."

She smiled and it was sharp as a knife. After sending off the email, she stood. She had some coffee to go prepare.


Tuesday morning

"You look like you got lost on your way to a blink - 182 video," Dylan said with a sassy tilt of his head.

Blaine threw his head back and laughed. "Your suppository was extra difficult for you this morning huh?" He abruptly stopped laughing and looked him up and down with a lifted eyebrow. "It shows."

"You know, I heard you were almost late this morning." Dylan cuddled his clipboard like a teddy bear. "Two minutes. Chad nearly bit through his pen when he found out he couldn't fire you. It's only a matter of time."

"Funny, I heard a rumor about you too and it also had to do with two minutes." Blaine snickered as he wiggled his headset into place on his head.

Dylan glared at him. "Yeah, well—"

"Dylan!"

The assistant flinched visibly at Cooper's booming voice and wheeled around. His face melted into dopey admiration.

"Yes Mr. Anderson? Can I get you something?"

Cooper made a shooing motion. "I need to talk to Blaine. Go pester someone else."

"Yes, Mr. Anderson! I'll go warm your makeup chair for you!" He hurried away.

Blaine shook his head, disgusted. "That guy is either plotting your demise or he has a shrine of you in his closet. No in between. Like, he definitely wants to wear your skin." He turned to his brother who was now glaring at him. "What?"

"You know what."

Blaine sighed. "I wasn't late, I ate breakfast, and took my gummy vitamin. What do you want from me?"

Cooper's brooding stare suddenly broke into a wide grin. "You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend!"

Blaine glanced around. "Will you stop fucking yelling? I don't have a boyfriend."

"Yes you do and confession: it was my plan." He was grinning widely and bowed like Blaine had just applauded him. Except Blaine smacked him in the head. "Ow! The hell?!"

"What are you talking about? And choose your words carefully because if you say I'm dating Dylan I will give you a root canal with a plastic fork and a sander. I would like to hold down my breakfast please."

"Kurt Hummphhul—"

Blaine clapped a hand over Cooper's big, stupid mouth before he could say anymore stupid things.

Cooper swatted it away. "What?"

"Who told you that?" Blaine hissed as he drug Cooper away from the main filming area. He ripped off his mic.

"I have my sources," Cooper informed him with a tap to his nose.

Ah. Probably Sam then.

"I just want to know why you didn't tell me! I've only been trying to set you up with him forever!" He nudged Blaine's side.

"I did."

"Did not! You were hung up on that guy with the kid!"

"He's the guy with the kid, you moron."

Cooper opened his mouth and then shut it. Then opened. Then shut. He needed to process. Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Coop, you know I love you the most, but I need you to not with this. It's extremely complicated. I don't want to make things more so with my minor celebrity brother pestering the guy I want to be my boyfriend but isn't because he's dating another guy too and thinks I don't like his kid, but it's been only a few days since I met him and he's like the cutest fucking kid ever and I can't stop thinking about them and how cool it would be to hang out with them, but the other guy knows who I am and I think he's going to try and get Kurt to be his boyfriend, but I don't know how to convince him and it sucks! It fucking sucks! And now I'm crying goddamnit!" Blaine was breathing heavily at this point.

Cooper just stared at him. "First of all, I'm not a minor celebrity. I'm a celebrity. Second.. Hang on… So he has a kid?"

Blaine groaned and slumped against a wall. He rubbed his face, trying to agitate the tears away. He wasn't like full-on boohooing, but he didn't want anyone to see him cry. Especially not Dylan. He swore the man would never see his tears, happy or sad.

"I'm sorry I haven't come to you about the wreck my love life is, but I'm just trying to figure things out before I go crying to my brother."

Cooper slumped beside him. "Wow, Blainey. That's a lot." He looked to his little brother. "But you know I'm here for you. I'd like to be." He slithered a tentative arm around Blaine's shoulders. He knew he didn't love physical contact when he was upset. Blaine leaned into it though, so Cooper tightened his hold.

"I meant to call you so many times, but I wanted to try to figure this out alone." He looked at Cooper. "He's inspired so many of my new songs. I can't stop." Blaine rolled up his sleeve to show sharpie atop his tattoos. "I just keep thinking of songs."

Cooper patted his back. "Then I'm going to help you. You're coming over to my place tonight and we are breaking this down. No but's."

Blaine swiped at his face and smiled at Cooper. "Thanks. That actually sounds nice."

"Mr. Anderson!" Dylan's voice caused both Andersons to jump. He motioned towards makeup. "They need you to come to makeup. They said you're late, but I told them it's your show so you aren't late—"

"Ugh, jump-scare much?" Blaine grunted as he slid on his headset. "Who said Dylan's name three times?"

Dylan glared at him. "You are supposed to be over there, not bothering the talent."

"And you're supposed to be looking for your precious in Middle Earth, but here we are." He ran away from Dylan before he could come up with a retort. He hooked his pinkie with Cooper as he passed by on his way to makeup and got his camera ready.

Yesterday at Vogue the shoot had gone well. He had gotten to meet more employees who were generally nice and everyone was happy with his photography skills. But Kurt hadn't made an appearance. He texted Blaine an apology for how Adam acted (he didn't know the half of it though) and said he was too busy to come join him for the shoot. He imagined the reason he was too busy had to do with the obnoxious douche. Blaine just hoped they were fighting and not having make up sex. He really wanted to be with Kurt officially, but he wasn't exactly sure how. He didn't even know if that's what Kurt wanted. Maybe he was going about this wrong and he needed to chill. Maybe he should take Kurt on another real date and he could get to know him as a person and not just a dick. Although that was definitely an advantage he held.

Copper agreed when they shared a pizza that evening.

"You need to woo him. Maybe offer to babysit. People with kids need Me Time."

"And you would know all about that?" Blaine asked as he took a large bite of his slice.

"Yes, actually I would!" Cooper pointed at him with a slice. "You stressed me out when you were a kid! Why do you think I took up needlepoint?"

"Because a woman you wanted to woo was into needle point." Blaine rolled his eyes at his brother.

"That's not the point. The point is, he needs to see you as an adult."

"I am an adult."

"I mean do adult things."

Blaine's answering smirk had Cooper shaking his finger. "Ah, Ah. I'm talking about more than just sex. You scared him off with the 'I hate kids' talk."

"For the last time, I never said I hated kids! Just that I didn't want—"

"Yeah, yeah." Cooper waved away his explanation. "Anyway, you need what we in the biz call a rebrand which is—"

"I know what a rebrand is, you oaf. But… it's actually not a bad idea." Blaine scratched at his chin thoughtfully. He stared at a picture of him Cooper had tucked in another picture of the two of them. It was his first day at the film set, when he still had some hope for his life.

"Oooh, you gonna do a makeover? Tina would love that." Cooper clapped his hands.

Blaine sat back and nibbled his slice of pizza. "Nah, that's obviously not the problem. Look at me. Besides, where's all your brotherly advice about not changing my looks for a guy?"

Cooper shrugged. "I was just talking about a haircut, which you do need."

Blaine ignored him. "I meant I should show him a different side of me. The one he went on that first date with, but with Kit involved. There's lots of shit to do with kids around here, right?"

"Maybe start with not saying shit so much?"

Blaine continued to ignore him. "I won't push him, but I'll make him want to be my boyfriend so much he won't be able to resist!"

Cooper shook his head at the excitement lighting Blaine's eyes up. "You really do like him, huh?"

Blaine couldn't hide his soft smile. "Yeah, I do. I've liked him from the first second I laid eyes on him. And then there's Kit." He picked at his crust. "He's cute, but I don't know. Just hanging out with him the other day… it was fun. And there was this moment he got upset and cried! Full disclosure: I panicked at first, but then I calmed him down and it just felt great. Things didn't seem so impossible, you know?" He looked up and balked at the big heart eyes Cooper was giving him. "What?"

"You're falling in love and I've just waited so long for this! And it's finally happening! I just love it!" He wiped an actual goddamn tear away and Blaine threw a pillow at him.

"It's a little early to be talking about love, but I guess I could see something like that happening… Now stop with the mushy stuff and tell me about your needlepoint or whatever."

Cooper sniffed. "It's going terribly. I suck at needle point."

"Then tell me about the girl you're dating. Anything."

Cooper smiled. "Well, I'm not seeing anyone seriously, but… I actually wanted to tell you something."

He sounded really serious, so Blaine put his food aside and gave Cooper all his attention. "Yeah?"

Cooper sucked in a deep breath, let it go, and then smoothed his hands down his thighs. "Well... Look, what I'm about to tell you only means I feel close to you and I just wanted to share this with you. It's not a big deal and it doesn't change who I am as a person…"

Blaine's eyes grew wider by the second and he braced himself. He couldn't believe after all this time Cooper was coming out—

"I'm straight." He blew out another deep breath and bent to put his head to his knees. "Wow, that's nerve wracking. No wonder it makes you nervous—"

"Cooper, I fucking know you're straight." He should have know his brother would do something dumb like this. He got more pizza and relaxed into Cooper's couch. "And I don't appreciate you making fun of me. It's not a joke to come out."

"I wasn't joking!" Cooper said earnestly. He scooted closer. "I was just thinking, it sucks you guys have to come out, so I'm trying to normalize straight people coming out too. I realized I hadn't ever come out to you as straight, so here I am. I saw it in a movie."

Blaine had to grin at that. "You are so dumb, but I love you."

Cooper beamed. "I love you too."

"Word to the wise," Blaine said as he threw an arm around Cooper. "Don't go around doing that, because you're going to get punched in the face."

"I'm starting a movement, Squirt. Some people might get punched."

"I'm just saying, I know you so I know what you're doing, but others are going to see it as a reason to punch you in the face."

"Can they punch me in the chest or somewhere makeup won't have to try to cover up?"

Blaine sighed at his annoying, frustrating, lovable brother. He was pretty lucky to have someone like him.


Warnings: dirty talk, anal, spanking, fingering, rough sex.

songs used:

A Drop In The Ocean - Ron Pope

Jealousy- Darren Criss