Hey guys, thanks for the awesome responses. To make things clear, just because Blaine is "with" Brittany doesn't make him straight—he's still very gay. Everything he does with Brittany is a part of him growing and getting over his past when Kurt can't be there for him.

Part 7: It's Brittany, Bitch Part 2

Blaine purposely stopped calling Kurt to see if he'd call him. When no call came from Kurt, but one from Brittany, he asked her to car pool instead, and told her he'd pick her up, figuring he'd just talk to Kurt in school about everything that was going on between them.

When Blaine showed up to school with Brittany on his arm, Kurt frowned and his blood went straight to his ears. He walked right up to him, and screamed.

"You didn't call me all weekend and you have the nerve to show up with Britt? You always text me good night first and you never did."

Blaine stared at him blankly.

"Forget it, we're done Blaine. I obviously solved your problems so well that you're straight. Everyone at McKinley, I turned a gay guy straight! Congratulations me," he said sarcastically and whipped his blue silk scarf dramatically over his shoulder as he walked away.

Blaine looked down at his feet and pouted, "I knew we weren't 100percent but I didn't think it was over." Tears formed in Blaine's eyes and fell down his cheeks.

Brittany gently wiped them away, "Hey, don't cry. You still got me. This means that I am your girlfriend now."

"Yeah, I know, but Kurt's different…" Blaine trailed off, thinking he got want he wanted when he really didn't want it at all. He was sure Kurt wouldn't take him back now.

…

Kurt ran, crying through the hallways, straight to the front door, but he bumped into somebody, whose strong arms wrapped themselves around him.

He looked up and started crying harder and pushed against the guy, "Get off me, Karofsky, just let me go, leave me alone today," He sobbed, hitting against Karofsky, who looked at Kurt with wide eyes and just put him at a distance, still gripping his shoulders.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, Kurt. I mean, I was, until I saw you were crying…" Karofsky trailed off, slowly letting go of Kurt. "Tell me who did this to you? I'll beat them up."

"What is your deal? Now you wanna be nice to the crying homo. Haha, very funny. Blaine just got himself a freaking girlfriend and we broke up!"

"You want me to scare him a little, make him realize he should be with you?"

"What is your agenda? I can't trust you."

"I'm sorry I was mean to you guys, I was just jealous and didn't wanna appear gay…it's not easy and you know it," Karofsky had tears brimming his eyes, but he stopped himself from crying.

"Fine, do whatever. He still wants to have a girlfriend so he can stay with his rich parents," Kurt huffed, running away, not thinking about the consequences of what Karofsky could possibly do to the damaged Blaine.

…

Blaine and Brittany became inseparable within the next month, even though in the back of Blaine's mind was always Kurt. Every time he tried to call him or reach out to him in the hall or talk to him in glee, he was ignored. So, he took Brittany in as his friend and every day he began to appreciate her more than the last.

Brittany and Blaine sat alone in his bedroom. The door was closed because his parents were in the other room, and they stared at each other for a long time before Brittany spoke.

"Help me understand you. I'm confused as to why Kurt wanted to be top…" Brittany looked at him with wide eyes.

"Britt, I, um, this is hard for me to say. Before I moved to Ohio, I lived in New York City, and I was dating my best friend. To, uh, make the long story short, this man started harassing us. He ended up raping and killing Trevor, and he, uh, sexually assaulted me. He, uh, fingered me, and almost penetrated me, and I'm just afraid of that, it makes me so anxious," Blaine took a deep breath, trying not to think about the past, and not get a panic attack in front of Brittany, so he just continued.

"So, I, uh, convinced Kurt it'd be better if I topped, and I guess he went with it because I was so eager, but now, I think he partly regrets it, even though he doesn't say so… I was just so fucking scared, and I hated that I hurt him. I know it wasn't rape because he wanted it, and I wanted it, but I put him in pain, and it killed me. And to top it off, I wasn't ballsy enough to just let him fuck me, to let him be gentle. I, I could have handled it. I, I'm used to abuse, but like it wouldn't have been (abuse). I just didn't want Kurt to do what that guy did to me… I'm stupid."

"He just had to get used to it, after the first few times, it's really nice. You should have explained it to him like that."

Blaine shrugged, "I don't know, he's very particular, and everything has to be his way or no way…"

"I know we don't kiss or do anything but hold hands and sit on each other's laps during glee. I like sitting on your lap because you bounce me sometimes and Artie never did that…cuz his legs are broken," Brittany shrugged at the fact that Artie's legs don't work.

Blaine just smiled. Brittany was fun to joke and play around with, she loved to laugh even if she didn't know what she was laughing at. His smile faded as he listened to Brittany continue and took in what she was about to propose.

"But I was thinking that I could be the one who touches you in the place you're most afraid of, so that for the first time, you have to face your fear, it's not with Kurt…" Brittany trailed off, looking honestly into Blaine's hazel eyes.

"Because you are such a beautiful person, and I hate you not being happy," Brittany finished.

"But, Britt, I can't do this to you. I love Kurt, and you're just like my new best friend, but I'm not in love with you."

"That's okay. I'd still do it for you."

"I know, that's why you're my bestie," Blaine leaned against her and wrapped his arm around her, burying his nose in her neck, taking her scent in.

"You smell divine, Brittany, like a garden in the spring, like freshly picked lilacs," he said seriously and pulled her closer.

"Yeah. I sprayed myself with some garden scent. Hey, you know, I don't think I've ever had a guy best friend before…" Brittany trails off knowing she normally sleeps with guys before they can become friends.

"Well you're my best friend," Blaine pulls away and pats her thigh lightly.

Brittany gently pushed him back against the bed and looked down at him, "You can have me," she leaned in so their noses brushed.

"I, okay, but, um, my parents, we're not allowed," Blaine said seriously, but a little nervously as Brittany started kissing his face and his neck.

"It's okay, you got rid of the camera…we can be quiet, and I won't use those handcuffs either. You just need to know that after a few times, it's gonna be so freakin' amazing."

"Britt-" Blaine started but was interrupted by a kiss. He locked lips with her and kissed her slowly, sucking on her bottom lip ever so gently until he felt her tongue against his lips. He granted her access as they lapped their tongues together slowly.

In no time, they took each other's clothes off, except for their socks. Brittany was only wearing pink knee high socks and Blaine was only wearing brown and pink argyle ones

After making out for a while, Blaine tentatively felt her breasts with Brittany urging him that it was okay as she slowly pumped Blaine, not wanting him to orgasm, but just get hard. He was panting, she could tell he was enjoying it, but she pulled away when Blaine started talking, knowing it was going to be long or thoughtful; it was always philosophy or was it psychology? with him, she thought, things she'd never understand.

"I don't know about these parts, I never even thought about touching them before," he said quietly and embarrassedly as he leaned down and gently kissed her breasts, and Brittany moaned out, taking Blaine's hand and guiding it inside her and moving it in her where it felt good.

"Ah, ooh, yeah right there Blaine," Brittany removed her hand as she spread her legs wider for her boyfriend. Blaine listened and moved his finger like he was doing and played around moving it in different directions, not exactly sure what he was doing. Brittany kind of looked down at her when he moved it in all directions because it was pleasurable, but strange.

"See how wet I am, it's for you" Brittany said breathing out, gently putting a condom in Blaine's hand. Blaine looked down at it with wide eyes.

"F-for me? W-We can still stop…" Blaine stuttered out, as he slid the condom on. He looked down at her below him, "I'm nervous. I-thought Kurt would be with us, if me and you had sex…"

"Shh, puppy, just do what you did to Kurt to me, just not in the ass, okay? That's not okay."

"No, Kurt would be mad if I did this. A-and I'm gonna hurt you. "

"You won't, come on," Brittany gently grabbed Blaine's dick and pushed Blaine by his bare ass to get him closer. She gently guided him inside her as she spread her legs further to fit Blaine's body between them, not realizing just how deep Blaine's scars were and how she could be messing with them by doing this with him.

Flashbacks hit him to when Kurt and he did this over a month ago, the pain he was in, the look on his face. He looked at Brittany and realized she wasn't Kurt and she was enjoying this. He slid in easily. He grinned at that, "You really like this, like the whole time?"

"Yeah, and I like you, Blaine, a lot," Brittany moaned out as Blaine moved slowly in and out of her.

"Blaine," she hitched a breath, "You can be rough with me, go faster, sweetie, it's okay. I'm okay, I swear," she said as he still tentatively moved in her.

"Oh God, Britt," he moaned out, "I like you, I can't be rough, no," Blaine mumbled, going slow and kissing her and stroking back her blonde hair that was starting to get a little sweaty from the sex they were having.

Blaine continued, "I want to make love to you, like no guy ever did, you're not a slut like everyone says, you're special."

Brittany gasped at that, suddenly getting more into this, almost falling for Blaine when he said that and just let him move slowly in and out of her, so she started moving with him, "Thank you" was all she said as her legs wrapped around him and she rubbed his back.

"I love you, too, gay Blaine," she said softly when she unwrapped her legs and she suddenly flipped them so she was on top. She looked down at Blaine and started riding him, "This is kind of what it's like to be fucked, you stay still, I gotta show you this for when Kurt fucks you."

She held Blaine down for a few minutes, who was squirming underneath him until she finally caved in and let him move against her, she leaned into him some more as they moved together, "Exc ept with Kurt, it'll hurt, but only at first. Just let me do this, and don't get upset. Remember, I love you, bestie," she whispered in his ear softly as they were moving slower and slower, but Blaine was losing his mind in sexual frustration and pleasure. She squirted her finger with lube and put it inside his ass and found his prostate just where she knew it was and prodded it gently and stroked it until Blaine thrusted up one more time with a loud groan and came inside her. The warm liquid around the condom triggered her to cum right after him.

"See, not so bad," she said, collapsing on top of him when she came and removed her hand from him, and just wiped the lube against her bare thigh.

Blaine just nodded, thinking he could face this with Kurt, if Kurt would only have him back, because yes he did like Britt a lot, but Brittany was his best friend, whom he happened to be dating and fooling around with for the time being.

"Thanks for making me feel like a human and not an object, my sexy gay boyfriend," she kissed his lips slowly.

"Thanks for making me not be so afraid anymore," he said softly, pulling her close to him, entwining their legs. His forehead rested against his as he closed his eyes, thinking he was ready to be with Kurt.