Title: What Kurt Wants future!Fic AU after Season 2 Kurt Blaine and Dave are the same year.

Pairing: Klainofsky, established Klaine

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Sex, drugs, threesome

Summary:: Mix a sexually frustrated college age Kurt with a Dapper but unsatisfying boyfriend, a hunky out rival from the past and casual party drugs... result = threesome!

Disclaimer: I do not make any profit off of this work of fiction. I do not own Glee.

AN: This was the fic for the winning bid of [info]traciamc on the [info]savethesouth charity. Thank you to my Beta Jarrad

"Prove it" Kurt had no idea what possessed him, but the blurted confession and the gorgeous hunk of man before him made him feel wild. "Get on your knees and show me."

To Kurt's great shock and awe, the huge jock did just that. He slumped down, not elegant like his lithe boyfriend would have been, but enthusiastic as Blaine only was while singing. Karofsky went straight for the prize, his mouth pressing kisses along the ridge of his pants. Kurt's breath gasped out of him. No one had ever just submitted to him. He and Blaine were like two blushing virgins. He didn't want to push or make the dapper gentleman uncomfortable and he worried the same was true for Blaine. They had kissed, they were experts at kissing and what brought the other to moan. They had even pressed their bodies together, with clothing on. But this was different. Kurt reached down, cupping the back of the brown head below him. Suddenly hazel eyes glanced up and Kurt couldn't care less about what was proper, or being shy and virginal. He knew what he wanted and right now it was this man attached to his dick.

Dave couldn't believe he was being given a chance. He nuzzled into the rapidly tightening pants. He'd practiced a few times, fell into bed with a few men thinking he'd never have a chance with Kurt. Who would want a fat meathead jock who used to torture you when you had a perfect rich boyfriend like Blaine? He looked up and the heat in Kurt's eyes let him know everything he needed. He thanked God for this chance. His big hands fumbled with the complicated double fashion belt clasps. Kurt's thin hand quickly came down to pull down his zipper, the cock popping out instantly. Dave realized two things in that moment. One: Kurt wasn't wearing any underwear; and two: Kurt's cock was long and thin and blushing pink just like the rest of his beautiful pale skin. Dave wrapped his lips around the offering and found that Kurt's precum and taste was better than he'd imagined. There was something terrifyingly erotic about the weight and heat of Kurt's silken manhood in his mouth while his nose filled with the effeminate scent of strawberry lotion and musk from Kurt's pubic hair.

"What in all the Hells is going on here?"

Kurt had been so entranced by the jock boy's mouth taking him in that he almost flipped off whomever was interrupting his hot sexy times. He suddenly recognized the scandalized voice of his dapper, gentleman boyfriend. Blaine stood there mouth dropped open in shock. His boyfriend was standing with dick presented to the boy who he had run to Dalton to avoid and the cheeky bastard had the audacity to pull back and look over to Blaine. Dave immediately got to his feet, trying to explain, fumbling over syllables that might have been words. Blaine on the other hand had perfect diction.

"What on earth is going on here? Is he pushing himself on you Kurt? Remove yourself this instant."

"Shut up Blaine." Kurt's voice cut across the two boys and there was no choice but to obey. Blaine had seen his boyfriend blushing and shyly sexual, he'd seen his demure way of looking up through his lashes, but this was nothing like that. "You've cost me a very good time. You can either get on your knees or you can leave."

Blaine should be scandalized, should be shocked and appalled and leave. His now quickly hardening cock pressing against his pants tells him otherwise. "Don't you think we should take this somewhere other than the front porch?"

Kurt suddenly seemed to realize he'd been sexual in a possibly public place and swiftly zipped up his pants. Dave looked between the two men. He lingered as Kurt walked past him into the house. He really shouldn't have told Kurt anything. He wasn't his boyfriend and he was taken and... Kurt snapped his fingers, bringing Dave to attention. Kurt had one hand in the air and the other on his hip. His command was obvious and his arched posture telegraphed his impatience with the two men who now scrambled after him like over eager pups.