The four boys had been dating for three months. Blaine, Kurt and Finn had been dating for five months, and Kurt and Blaine even longer than that. Spring had gone and passed, with the four boys fucking like rabbits every chance they got. They tended to stay every night at the Hudmel household, because it simply made things easier. Puck could come over for a 'sleepover' with Finn, and Blaine had long ago earned Burt Hummel's trust, so long as he slept in Finn's room. Not that either boy had a problem with it.

It was quickly approaching summer time, and it seemed like people were trying to make up for last minute mistakes. Namely, people who could possibly pose a threat to the beautiful and unique relationship between Puck, Kurt, Blaine and Finn.

None of the boys had any plans of ever leaving their boyfriends, however, as they had not revealed their relationship, or orientation, in Finn and Puck's case, the rest of the school, and the world for that matter, was unaware that the four boys were unavailable and off the market, if they had anything to say about it.

Four particular instances when someone other than the boys they were in a relationship tried to make a move on one of the boys stuck out in each of their minds.

1.

"Hi Finn."

The soft angelic voice of Quinn Fabray drifted into Finn's ear. Turning towards the source of the voice, and so many of his problems, Finn looked down into her brown eyes, and tried to ignore the tight knot of dread that had formed in the pit of his stomach.

"'Lo Quinn." He grunted in response. He no longer was jealous of the blonde quarterback who had stolen the equally blonde girl. Sure, it would always hurt him that Quinn had cheated on him, but he couldn't help but be somewhat grateful. After all, her betrayal had driven him straight into the arms of three of the most perfect boys. Some would say that without Quinn, Finn wouldn't even be in a relationship with Puck, Kurt, and Blaine. Well, he believed it was inevitable, but it probably would have taken a lot longer.

The former Cheerio bit her lip and looked up at him through brown eyes. Finn supposed the look was intended to be seductive, but it fell onto blind eyes, a flat expression in his opinion. The brown eyes that had once captivated Finn were nothing compared to Blaine's golden hazel ones, or Puck's light mahogany colored eyes, or Kurt's brilliant blue orbs. Quinn Fabray, queen of William McKinley High School was completely and utterly inadequate, when held in comparison to Noah Puckerman, Blaine Anderson, and Kurt Hummel.

"Look Finn, I just wanted to apologize to you about everything, about cheating on you with Sam." Finn made no response to Quinn. After all, what did he intend to say? That it was fine? That he was 'a okay' with this? Because that would be a blatant lie, and Finn didn't want to lead her on. He had a bad feeling about this. There was only one reason why Quinn Fabray apologized, and that was because she wanted something. And if this 'something' was what Finn was thinking, then he did not want anything to do with it.

"Quinn, it's all in the past. It's already been forgotten." That was not strictly true, but Finn just wanted to get out of here. He had classes to go to, even if they were practically blown off, now that finals had already been taken care of. However, when he turned around, he suddenly got a face full of Quinn Fabray, her soft wet lips attaching themselves to his.

Quickly pushing her away, Finn gasped out, "What the hell?"

Those bland brown eyes looking up at him bore no shame, rather a look that Finn now always identified with Quinn Fabray. Triumphant smugness. It was an ugly look, and Finn thought it looked rather out of place on the girl's otherwise pretty profile. He had learned to despise that look, had learned to know that it meant she was using him. And now that he had three spectacular boyfriends, he knew he didn't need to be used by her any longer.

"Finn, I realized my mistake. I love you. I was stupid to have given you up for Sam. Stupid to have given you up for a stupid crown." Finn glared harshly at the blonde, who was undeterred by his look. She was so sure she was going to win him back, it kind of made him want to smack the smirk off her face. Not that he would ever hit a girl.

"Well I don't want you back Quinn." Finn said firmly. God, why had he ever thought he could make things work between them? Their names rhymed for god's sake! That was instant proof that they were all wrong for each other. The smile on the former Cheerio's face diminished slightly, but did not disappear altogether.

"Please Finn, I know I made a mistake, but I know you still love me. And I still love you. We're the best thing that ever happened to each other. We're perfect for each other. Remember freshman year? We were voted 'Couple Most Likely To Get Married'. We're still those people Finn. We can make this work."

Finn continued to glare at her. "No Quinn! We aren't those people anymore. God, why do you keep trying to get me back! Even if I wanted to be with you again, I would never trust you again. What kind of a relationship would that be?" Quinn looked surprised at his words, as if shocked that something intelligent had come out of his mouth. So she did the only thing she could think of, and tried to kiss Finn again. However, this time her efforts were thwarted by Kurt Hummel.

"Quinn Elaine Fabray, I realized that you can often portray a stereotypical blonde cheerleader in many ways, but I never took you for stupid."

To Finn's relief, and Quinn's shock, Kurt had interrupted, his voice icy and cold, having perfected his ice bitch façade over the years of being bullied and tortured. He had considered Quinn a good friend, but seeing her kiss one of his boyfriends made him see red. He would tear her apart, starting with those blonde extensions if it meant defending his boyfriend.

"Stay out of this Kurt. This isn't any of your business." Quinn's voice lacked the usual bite, so shocked was she that Kurt, one of her friends, had spoken so cruelly to her before. Sure, Santana could be a bitch to her, but she didn't really consider the Latino a friend.

"Au contraire, Finn is my step brother. That makes it my business. And from what I heard, he said he wasn't interested. So why don't you just save us all the trouble, and turn around on those knock off Jimmy Choo heels, and walk away now, before I have to go full bitch mode."

Quinn's mouth hung open for a moment, but managed to scoff faintly. "Look Kurt, I know you used to have a crush on Finn, but you have a boyfriend now. So why don't you just stay out of his business."

Now Finn was angry too, but nothing compared to the complete bitch that was now Kurt.

"Listen you lying, cheating blonde slut," Kurt snarled, causing Quinn's mouth to drop once again. "I don't care how much you've deluded yourself into thinking you love Finn again, he doesn't love you. You have been nothing but horrible to him. You treated him like dirt, and yet you expect him to come crawling back to you a third time? You expect everyone to treat you like a princess, but you need to find your prince, and Finn has made it quite clear that it ain't going to be him. So unless you want to stick around for more rejection, I suggest you walk away."

This time, Quinn followed his orders, leaving a panting Kurt, and a shell shocked Finn. Turning to his shorter boyfriend, who had just done something no one else had ever done for him. Looking at a red faced Kurt, he said seriously, "That was incredibly hot."

And without caring if anyone was wandering the halls, he pushed Kurt up against the lockers, and began ravishing his mouth.

2.

"So Puckerman, are you ready to get jiggy with it this weekend?"

Puck looked up from his math book with a bored expression. It was at Kurt and Blaine's insistence that he started attending his math classes. The things he did for his boyfriends. Although it was really hard to resist, when Blaine was making those beautiful puppy dog eyes at him, and Kurt was sitting on his lap, running his hand up and down his thigh seductively.

"Really Lopez? 'Get jiggy with it'? This is what happens when Schue tries to brainwash us with music from the stone age." The Latino girl rolled her eyes at his melodramatics. Damn, he had been hanging around Kurt a little too much. Then again, he could never hang around his princess too much. "Whatever Puck. Are you down with me or not?"

Snapping his book shut, Puck stood up from his desk at the library (Kurt had introduced it to him) and said, "Sorry Lopez, but I've got plans."

Her brown eyes widened, and Puck couldn't help but note how unattractive they were in comparison to Kurt's gorgeous blue grey green ones. Just thinking about those eyes staring up at him seductively, yet innocently, all while sucking him off made him half hard. However, he would not be able to go over to the Hudmel house and live out that fantasy just yet, as Santana Lopez had other plans. He should have known that blowing off Satan would be a little harder than that.

"Excuse me? You're denying yourself all of this?" She asked in surprise, making a lewd gesture down her body. Puck repressed the urge to shudder. How had he ever been turned on by that? Sure, he still liked girls, and he would still check the occasional hot chick out, if his boys weren't around, but the fact was, he was a taken man. And really, no girl could compare to what his boys offered him.

"Like I told you, I have plans. Now if you'll move, I can go carry them out." However Santana once again blocked his way. And now Puck was starting to get annoyed. It was a Friday, Burt and Carole would be out tonight, and all he wanted to do was fuck like rabbits with Kurt, Blaine, and Finn. Well, he, Blaine, and Kurt would fuck. Finn hadn't quite gotten ready for that point. And none of the other boys wanted to pressure him at all.

But think of the tall devil, and his hero would appear. "Hey Puck are you…oh hey Santana." Finn tacked on the greeting slightly awkwardly, displaying a little bit of disappointment. Puck was sure he had been about to invite him over for one of their 'bonding sessions' but it really wasn't good to do so in front of Santana Lopez. Plus, the Latino still made Finn feel kind of awkward. Kind of a no brainer, since Finn was a sensitive guy, and the loss of his virginity to Santana had meant nothing, like it should have. Sometimes, Puck wished they were like Kurt and Blaine, and had lost their virginities to each other. It would have made things a hell of a lot less complicated.

Seeing the sultry pose Santana had thrown, comprehension alighted in Finn's beautiful eyes that would forever remind Puck of an adorable puppy. Throwing an arm around Puck's shoulders, Finn smiled kindly at Santana and said, "Sorry Santana, but Puck's been taken for the weekend. Call of Duty marathon at my house!"

Rolling her eyes, Santana sneered at the pair of boys. "Fine. Whatever. Don't get all up on this. You're probably planning a gay sex marathon all weekend." With a flounce of her dark curls, she spun on her heel and stormed out, completely missing the looks the two boys exchanged.

Oh how right she was, Santana Lopez would never know.

3.

"So why are we here again?" Blaine bemoaned, looking through the clothes that the Gap offered. Puck rolled his eyes at his boyfriend, and indulged him with an answer to his mysterious ways. "My sister's birthday is coming up soon, and she wants clothes, or some shit like that. But I don't have a clue about them. So I brought you."

Blaine rolled his hazel colored eyes. "Um, hello, Kurt is the fashionista. Why didn't you ask him? Or even Mercedes? If you told her it was for your sister, I'm sure she would have helped." Puck snorted. "Have you ever been shopping with Kurt? It takes hours. And I don't want my sister looking like the rainbow threw up on her. The look works for Mercedes, but not for Sara."

Blaine finally conceded, and assisted Puck in picking out a few pretty shirts that he was sure any nine year old girl would like. Sure, Kurt would cringe in horror, but they were much more 'Sara' than anything the diva could pick out.

As the pair made their way up to the cashier, Blaine noted with horror that the person working there was Jeremiah. He immediately flushed a little, something Puck noted with a frown. Who was this guy? A former flame?

"Blaine?" The guy with the ugly hair asked in surprise. And then when Blaine nodded awkwardly, his eyes lit up. "Hey there! I've been trying to contact you again! As you can see, I've been re-hired." Blaine bit his lip awkwardly, and said, "That's great Jeremiah. Really, I'm sorry about what happened in February."

What had happened in February? Puck was just dying to know. However he wouldn't ask Blaine now. Later when they were in private. Or maybe Kurt knew.

"It's fine Blaine. I actually ended up getting promoted the next day. Anyways, I thought more about it, and that song was really kind of cool. And really, it's just sex underage that we can't do, so how would you like to date?"

Both Puck and Blaine dropped their jaws in shock. Really, Puck was offended by how this stupid afro character asked Blaine out, and he was the king of promiscuity! However, Puck quickly regained his composure, snapping his jaw shut angrily. Blaine, on the other hand, still appeared to be in shock. So Puck took the initiative, and decided to handle this for him.

Wrapping a strong arm around Blaine's waist, he smirked at the Jeremiah fool, and said, "Sorry, but he's taken. Very taken. And he won't be available anytime soon. Really, from what I'm gathering, he sang to you, and you turned him down. Your loss asshat." Puck shrugged, and pulled Blaine closer to him, not caring if anyone he knew was in the room.

Blaine had recovered from his shock, and smiling, he leaned into Puck's embrace, leaning up to kiss Puck's jaw lovingly. Jeremiah seemed to droop at the action. "B-but you sang 'When I Get You Alone'!" Jeremiah protested weakly.

The curly haired New Directions member shrugged. "And you turned me down flat. On Valentine's Day." Puck growled angrily and protectively. He could just think of how upset Blaine had been. He was definitely glad it hadn't worked out, because it had led Blaine to Kurt, and later Finn and himself, but he still didn't like thinking of his short boyfriend being hurt.

"Well, I would have thought that you'd be taken by that girly looking boy who was so obsessed with you." Jeremiah said, words intending to hurt. However, his plan backfired, as both Blaine and Puck simply smirked. They were in Westerville, no one knew them. So neither of them had a problem with what Blaine said next.

"Oh believe me, we are." Blaine said with a smirk. "You might say that he has us wrapped around his little finger." And boy did Kurt ever. Unable to resist being his regular sexy, taunting self, Puck added, "And trust us, he may be a little feminine side, but he is all man." And god, it was so not fair that out of all of them, Kurt freaking Hummel, the most effeminate male any of them had ever met, had the biggest cock. But as long as it was theirs, it really did not matter.

And smirking at the shocked look on Jeremiah's face, the pair flounced off, fully intending to find their boyfriends, and have a little fun with Kurt's cock. The entire time home they argued over who got to be fucked by Kurt. Thankfully, the boy in question solved it later by proving that being a teenage boy with quick recovery skills had its benefits.

4.

"Why won't you just leave me alone!"

It was only now, too far involved to do anything about it, that Kurt was able to draw a parallel between now and the last time he had been alone in a locker room with Dave Karofsky. He had once again chased down his bully and tormentor, unable to just stand by and let the stupid jock push him around any more. He had ran away to Dalton, seeking escape, and now he had found it, in the form of his boyfriends. Ever since Blaine had spoken the word 'courage' to him, the seed had been planted in his head, unable to go away. Kurt would never be a coward again.

Glaring at the bully, he was surprised by what he saw. Mixed in there with the hatred was something that almost looked like regret. Or maybe…desire? Want, need, lust…love? All of these emotions that Kurt may or may not have seen in Dave Karofsky's eyes scared the shit out of him. He understood that the closeted bully had plenty of sexuality issues. But Kurt would not be Karofsky's little experiment. He was perfectly content with his current boyfriends thank you very much, and none of them were looking to add another one to the mix. Kurt doubted they ever would. They were so perfect already.

He felt his body relax just a little, thinking of his beautiful boys. However, when he saw Karofsky make a move towards him out of his peripheral vision. And honestly, he felt fear shoot through his veins. In retrospect, this really was not a smart idea. Karofsky had kissed him. He had threatened to kill him. Kurt had gone to Dalton to escape him! Why the hell had he chased him down?

In hindsight, he didn't know what he had been thinking.

Karofsky was unstable. Kurt knew that. He knew just how temperamental he had been when he had been stuck in the closet, when he been so moody, all the time. He had lashed out at his father, and he was normally calm, his diva tendencies aside. Sure he was prone to overreactions, but Karofsky was a violent person, who had proved he didn't have a problem with violating Kurt in many different ways. And now Kurt was alone in a locker room with him. Smart one Hummel.

But he should have known that his knight no longer in a Dalton uniform would swoop in and save him. Or something like that.

As Karofsky reached out an arm and grabbed Kurt's shoulder, Blaine stormed into their sight range, and shoved Karofsky's shoulders, causing him to relinquish his grip on Kurt. Though Karofsky was taller and bigger than Blaine, the former Warbler was posing quite the intimidating picture, glaring at the football player fiercely.

"Look Karofsky, I've been putting up with your bullshit for way too long. I swear to god, if you ever so much as look at Kurt the wrong way, I will end you! If not by violence, then I will rent an ad in the Lima newspaper declaring your true sexuality for everyone to know!"

Karofsky hissed, and Kurt knew that Blaine had hit a nerve. He watched as Karofsky slinked away, before turning to Blaine in awe. As the bullying jock left the locker room, Blaine seemed to deflate, and his nerves made their way to the surface.

"Oh god, I thought he was going to kill you Kurt! Or me, oh god, I cannot believe I actually did that! God, Kurt, did you even want me to-oh my god, I shouldn't have done that, I should have-" But Blaine's words were quickly cut off, as Blaine's lips were covered by Kurt's own. Melting into the touch of his boyfriend, Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, pulling him close. How did Kurt always manage to smell like lilacs and petroleum? He understood the petroleum scent from the Hummel's garage, but where did the lilacs come from? And how did it smell so good together? Those two things should not work well together, but they did. Rather like the four of them. Over the past week, they had all proved that they could look after their own. That was what they did when they were in love, right?

4444

"B-bedroom. We need to get to my bedroom. Right. Now."

The four boys had stumbled into the Hudmel household, knowing that Burt and Carole were in Columbus. Blaine's lips were currently sucking at Finn's face, who had an arm wrapped around Puck's waist. The Mohawked teen was kissing up and down the sides of Kurt's neck, taking his breath away. Not wanting to deny their boyfriend anything, they all stumbled into Kurt's bedroom, somehow managing to stay attached to one another.

As soon as the door was closed and locked, a precaution Kurt insisted upon every time, they instantly began shedding their clothes. Finn and Puck were the first ones done, as they usually were. Blaine usually wore a few more layers, though Kurt was often covered in them. It often caused the other three boys much frustration.

But today he threw them off in record time. And as soon as he did, he turned to Blaine and instantly began ravishing him. "I want to do you today." He murmured into Blaine's tanned skin, sending a shiver up and down the shorter boy's spine. "I'd like that." Blaine managed to tell his boyfriend, who was currently running his hands up and down Blaine's toned chest.

Puck and Finn had paused their make out session, watching their other two boyfriends with expressions full of lustful desire. They watched as Kurt pushed Blaine onto the bed with a forcefulness they had yet to see. Both of them felt themselves grow rock hard as Kurt straddled Blaine's naked body with his own. And suddenly, all Finn wanted, was to give Puck a blowjob.

Finn loved giving blowjobs. Almost more than receiving them. He was a people pleaser. He loved seeing that pleasure on one of his boyfriends' faces. He loved being able to suck them off, to feel their manhood in his mouth, proof that they found him attractive. There was just something about sucking cock that he loved, as crude as it sounded.

So pushing Puck onto the foot of the bed horizontally, rather than vertically, like Blaine and Kurt, Finn leaned down, and took Puck's length in his mouth, eliciting a shuddery gasp from his lover. He smirked up at the shorter teenager, and began to move his tongue up and down Puck's cock. Good god, he loved this feeling. He quickly removed his mouth, smirking at Puck's whines of protest. He began slicking up his hand with his own saliva, hell bent on pleasuring Puck to the best of his ability.

Meanwhile, Kurt was assaulting Blaine's senses, attacking his chest with his lips. Finally, after he had Blaine unraveled, nothing more than a hot, whimpering mess underneath him, he slid his fingers into Blaine's hole. Blaine screamed out, drawing Puck and Finn's attention. But Kurt was too focused on sliding his cock slowly into Blaine, enjoying the whimpers of pleasure.

Puck was enjoying them too, as well as Finn's, and he was uttering quite a few himself. But he wanted to hear Kurt scream. So reaching over, without warning, Puck began to finger Kurt's entrance. The countertenor bucked into Blaine, which resulted in the curly haired boy screaming out in pleasure. Eventually, the room was filled with their screams, and the smell of sweat and sex.

Lying next to each other, wrapped around each other, they enjoyed the feeling of each other, knowing that they belonged to one another. And no one would be able to change that, no matter how they tried.

A/N: Thanks again for reading this! I apologize for the lack of smut in this one, but I promise I'll be doing a 10% fluff, 90% smut one next time! Coming up next chapter:

Kurt has been working on a car with his father since he was ten. A 97 Corvette to be exact. So the boys decide to christen it by fucking Kurt over it.