When You're the Best of Friends

by xLessxThanx3x

AU. Puck and Kurt hold hands, cuddle, know each other's biggest secrets, and make the other a priority...but they've just been best friends for years. Based on a Puckurt meme prompt. Multi-chapter. Prompt inside. Eventual Puckurt.

25. The Sexual Liberation of Kurt Hummel

The Sexual Liberation of Kurt Hummel

"Hey, my computer is still at the store being repaired, mind if I use yours real quick to send an email?" Kurt asked, leaning in towards his brother's room. He held up a blue flash drive and explained, "It's a paper I wrote before my computer snapped on me and I need to send it tonight to get full credit."

Finn looked up from his comic book and nodded after a moment of thought. "Sure," he added, nodding at his old desktop as Kurt carefully made his way through the mess of clothes on the floor.

"Good, or else I would've guilted you with the fact that you gave me mono," Kurt teased as he put the flash drive in the USB port.

Finn rolled his eyes but gave his signature half-grin. "You're really embracing this little brother role, aren't you?"

"Just because I'm older than you doesn't mean I can't tease you and use your wrong doings to guilt you," Kurt replied simply. It was quite true; Finn was quite upset when he saw Kurt curled up in bed with a raging fever, hating that he had accidentally got Kurt sick. And Kurt may have milked it a bit so he didn't have to be by himself. Or fluff his own pillows. Or turn the pages of his magazines.

"Just because I'm younger than you by a few months doesn't mean I can't act like the bigger brother. Because I literally am," Finn said. It was a conversation they had almost every day when Kurt was home; Finn had wanted a younger brother to chill with when he was younger and Kurt wanted an older brother to protect him when he was younger, so their dynamic actually worked well, Kurt just liked to point out his age whenever possible.

As soon as the email was sent, Kurt went to properly remove the flashdrive from Finn's computer, noticing a file on his desktop labeled "Porn." Just a year ago he would've been dying to find out what kind of porn Finn looked out so he'd have an idea of what he found attractive—Kurt would've bought the laciest underwear and all the assless, leather pants in the world if Finn liked it, all the while crossing his fingers and hoping there'd be at least one item of porn with a dick involved. But now? Ugh, no thanks.

He right clicked on the flashdrive icon when he realized something—why would Finn actually label his folder porn? No one did that, they put it in a mundane place where people wouldn't look—well, that's what Noah said, since Kurt had stuck to his erotica. Finn had to be hiding something really embarrassing in there.

His lips turned up into a smirk as he looked over at Finn. Finding him engrossed in Spiderman again, Kurt double clicked the file, ready to find what Finn had hidden.

It didn't take long for laughter to escape his lips and catch Finn's attention.

"What?" Finn asked, his eyebrows furrowing as he moved closer to Kurt. When he saw what Kurt had pulled up, he felt the blood leave his face.

"You…you write l-love poems…t-to Rachel?" Kurt asked in between giggles as Finn turned beat red. He closed the window on the screen and pulled out Kurt's flashdrive, ignoring the shouts of how that wasn't the proper way of taking it out.

"Wrote! And you don't understand, Kurt, it was going to be part of her Christmas gift before she and I…" he trailed off and rolled his eyes, shoving the flashdrive into Kurt's hands. At least Kurt didn't see the unprinted letter he had written to Quinn last week to try to sort out his feelings. "Look, I'm not that mad, just…I write things in there when I'm trying to sort things out. Like, nothing weird, and they aren't all poems, I just wanted to make something for Rachel, maybe make it a song since she'd've loved that. Just keep it on the down low, okay?"

The other boy gave him a sympathetic look. "Well, as your friend, I want to keep this a secret and protect you." Finn smiled slightly, until Kurt spoke again, "…But as your 'little' brother, I want to keep a hold on this knowledge until it serves me best to reveal it." Kurt smiled impishly and clasped his hands together. "Goodnight, Finn," he said in a singsong voice as he left the room, smirking to himself. Finn had no idea how Kurt would use that against him, but he watched Kurt leave with a sense of dread in his stomach.

—

The first thing Kurt did when he got to Rachel's House Party Extravaganza, after chastising Rachel for not inviting him herself, was attack Puck with a big, tight hug. The first thing Noah did when Kurt hugged him tight, after just enjoying the hug, was whisper in his ear, "This party is lame as fuck."

"Well, at least you told me about it. Finn didn't even mention it and I have dirt on him. Doesn't that mean he's supposed to tell me things like this? So I won't spill it?"

Puck chuckled. "You've got a way to go, but you're catching onto this little sibling thing well."

After a moment's thought, Kurt decided to take it as a compliment. "Thank you," Kurt laughed as he pulled away and then turned to Blaine, giving him a smile. Blaine awkwardly nodded back, not quite used to Kurt and Puck being, well, Kurt and Puck now that he was dating Kurt. He felt a bit like he was intruding on something important.

He couldn't focus on it for much longer, however. Rachel grabbed his and Kurt's attention and instructed them on how the party was going to work. They were each given two drink tickets so they could have two wine coolers each. Kurt raised a brow; he hadn't had a drink since he threw up on his guidance counselor the last school year, but he knew that two drinks didn't get anyone drunk.

That was confirmed as people tried to leave and Puck informed Rachel of that fact. "Look, just show me your parent's alcohol cabinet and I'll break in and replace all the stuff before your dads get back," Puck offered. It was important to him to have a night where Lauren was a bit more relaxed and had more fun around him. Plus he hadn't had a drink in a while and he wanted a fun night, not a night of sitting around and watching Rachel Berry walk around in what looked like a nightgown from the seventies (he thought Kurt would've been proud of that insult).

Rachel seemed conflicted for a while, looking back and forth. Kurt watched her curiously, as did Blaine and Puck. Finally she gave in and said, "Cheers!"

It didn't take long for Puck to, as promised, to get in the liquor cabinet. That's how the party really started. People were drinking everything they could find; wine coolers, vodka, rum, beer, tequila…Kurt found himself just watching the hullabaloo in amusement. Santana did a body shot off of Brittany; Sam showed them up by doing one off Artie (and he seemed to enjoy it a lot more than Kurt expected); Rachel was yelling about drinks tasting like colors; Tina and Mercedes couldn't stop laughing. There was some yelling, some awkward dancing, and, at some point, Brittany managed to lose everything but her bra and underwear.

Then there was Kurt's main circle of boys.

Finn, like Kurt, chose to remain sober. Finn was going to make sure people got home safely, which was very admirable of him.

Kurt chose to say he was DD-ing, but he was really worried about keeping up appearances in front of Blaine. They had just started dating and a lot of that time was spent apart due to his illness; getting drunk would lead to, if his past experience was any indication, him calling him some Disney character's name and then throwing up. Level of attractiveness? Negative fifty thousand.

On the other hand, Blaine seemed inclined to drink, but he only took small sips of lightly mixed drinks, throwing glances at Kurt every now and then as people tried to drunkenly talk to him and not just call him "Warbler Boy" or "Kurt's Boyfriend".

And then there was Puck.

Going in the complete opposite direction of Kurt, Puck chose to drink. He knew Kurt would make sure he got to his house okay and help make sure he didn't throw up all over himself (not that he was planning on getting that wasted, but still, the reassurance was nice). It had been a while since he had been drunk, so he wanted to take advantage of it.

Kurt had seen Puck drunk a few times. They never drank together, but sometimes Puck would go to a party and need a ride, and Kurt would take that duty. Puck always invited him to join the parties, but Kurt just didn't feel comfortable with being surrounded by the people Puck partied with; hey, there was never a rule that said you had to be friends with all of your best friend's friends. Those nights didn't happen too often, but Kurt knew what to expect from Puck on those nights. He couldn't follow anything said to him, he got really hungry, he loved to dance more, he would say secrets he normally kept to himself, and several more effects.

At one point, Kurt was just talking to Finn as he danced to "Like a G6" blasting from Rachel's speakers. He confirmed that Finn was being a DD and then Kurt confirmed, "I'm trying not to get sloppy in front of Blaine. Plus I'm on Puck duty."

As if knowing his name was spoken, Puck stumbled over to Kurt and wrapped an arm around him. "Dude, dude, dude…Quinn and Lauren just started yellin' at me man," he slurred, looking extremely confused and hurt, like a lost kitten. "Lauren said my hair was stupid an' Quinn said I ruined her abs."

Kurt snorted, "Yeah, well, Noah, both of those facts are definitely true."

As Blaine finally managed to escape a very drunk Tina and Mercedes to join the circle of sober people plus Puck, Puck burped rather loudly.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Lovely, Noah. Thank you for that."

Puck smiled, "You're very welcome." Then he paused a moment before adding, "Yours are better, though." Kurt's eyes widened and he froze in embarrassment. Puck turned to an amused Finn and a curious Blaine and explained, "You know, he grew up around garage mechanics. Learned to burp on command when he was six then he taught me. His are much louder than mine."

"Okay, you've definitely had enough to drink because you're making up stories," Kurt tried to cover himself with a nervous laugh, though how red the tip of his ears were showed that Puck was telling the truth. "Let's sit you down and I'll get you some water." He pulled Puck off the stage and sat him down on the floor and hit him upside the head.

"Ow! What was that for?"

Kurt just rolled his eyes and went to fill up a red solo cup with water. He handed it to Noah and sat down next to him. "Let's not reveal embarrassing secrets in front of my new boyfriend, okay?"

"Sorry," Noah said with a huff before having some water. After he finished the cup, he crushed it in his hand and pulled in a pillow with his free arm. He hugged the throw pillow to his chest, frowning as Lauren and Quinn yelled at each other about things he couldn't hear.

Now Kurt remembered the most important factor of a drunk Puck.

He became even cuddlier.

This soon became apparent to everyone at the party. At some point, for whatever reason, Rachel declared they'd play a game of Spin the Bottle. Kurt thought the game was a stupid idea for a group that already had so much drama to deal with, but he had Puck on one side and Blaine on the other.

It didn't take much longer after Blaine sat down to let go of the pillow he had been holding to in order to pull Kurt into his chest in almost the same manner. Kurt squeaked as he was pulled into Puck's lap, his back pressed snuggly against Puck's chest, his ass very close to Puck's cock. Puck spread his legs a bit so Kurt could settle in between them and then he wrapped his arms tightly around Kurt's stomach, resting his chin on Kurt's right shoulder.

"Feeling okay there, Noah?" Kurt asked with a slight laugh.

"Mmm, good," Puck grunted, his nose rubbing against Kurt's ear.

Kurt laughed nervously, his stomach fluttering as Puck nuzzled in closer. He and Puck never went without touching in public, sure, but with this little space between them? That amount of cuddling was a bit more than he was used to in front of…others. Only Quinn and Finn had seen them like that, Quinn when she lived with Noah and Finn from living with Kurt.

Even though he was nervous, he let his hands rest on where Puck's hands met above his bellybutton and leaned into Puck's chest. The two watched the pairs that were made: Brittany and Sam, Mike and Quinn, Lauren and Finn (Puck was not happy about that pair, no). Kurt sighed, slightly amazed no same-sex pairings had happened yet. He was about to suggest they do something different when Rachel finally took her turn.

And it landed on Blaine.

Blaine who, unbeknownst to Kurt, had been feeling a bit perturbed about the proximity of Puck to his boyfriend. Kurt frowned when the bottle landed but Blaine just smiled at him in reassurance. He was sober and gay; there was no way he'd really get into the kiss.

And, sure enough, the kiss was barely worthy of that definition. It was a quick peck against Rachel's drunken lips, but it was still enough to make Rachel giggle and declare that Blaine was her new duet partner.

"Wait, wha—" Before Blaine could figure out what was going on, Rachel was dragging him to the stage and looking through song choices. As she babbled about what they could sing, the group of Glee club members scattered out, all but two.

Kurt and Puck were still snuggled up together. Kurt looked more relaxed than Blaine had ever seen him, a feat that wasn't too hard to beat, true, since Kurt wasn't the type of person to relax. But that combined with Puck nuzzling into his neck, his crotch so close to Kurt's ass, his eyes closed and looking so relaxed himself, all of that made Blaine feel a type of jealousy and concern he didn't expect.

Before Rachel could start the song, Blaine grabbed one of the beers and chugged it. He needed to drown that little voice in his head. Kurt and Puck were just friends, he couldn't get jealous of that relationship.

—

Kurt blinked his eyes awake and cuddled into the warmth of his best friend's body, recognizing the distinct Noah Puckerman smell with hints of alcohol. The smell served as a reminder of what had happened the night before. Rachel's party. Blaine getting drunk off his pretty little ass. Puck being obnoxiously cuddly. Letting both of them sleep in his bed.

And that meant his boyfriend might be looking at him right now with his hair a mess and no moisturizing done since he went to bed.

Kurt bolted up and let out a sigh of relief that Blaine, right on the other side of him, was still sound asleep. With an awkward climb, he got over Noah and out of the bed, tiptoeing around the room as he went to his bathroom. After taking care of business, he worked on his hair. It wasn't quite a mess since it was too thick to move that much as he slept, but it needed some work, especially since he didn't get to shower the night before.

When his hair was up to his standards, he looked back around the corner, amused to find Puck and Blaine nearly cuddling. With a small laugh, he went back over to Puck's side of the bed and poked his side with a whisper, "Wake up, sleepy head."

Puck merely turned onto his back, obviously not ready to get up. Kurt smirked and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and putting his hands on his chest, thinking nothing of it.

"Mmm, babe, yeah," Puck mumbled, rolling his hips slightly. Kurt's eyes widened slightly at the groan, his nails digging into the cloth of Puck's shirt to try to keep his balance.

"Noah!" Kurt hissed—he was right in the midst of puberty, it wasn't like he had great control over his penis, not to mention he wasn't going to cheat on his boyfriend! Puck stopped his movement and raised an eyebrow, as if to say I did it again?, his eyes still closed. "I was just trying to wake you up."

Puck grumbled but opened his eyes; he hated the times when one of them woke up in some sort of awkward position. Well, he hated how it interrupted his dreams, mostly; being that close to Kurt never felt wrong at all. At least there was no morning wood that time. He looked up at Kurt and then turned to see Blaine next to him. He wrinkled his nose and sat up, Kurt falling back onto his own hands with practiced ease.

"How's the hangover?" Kurt asked cheerfully, though still quietly so Blaine wouldn't wake up. Puck just grunted in reply and Kurt giggled. "You know where the bathroom is; go freshen up a little bit." Puck nodded and slowly walked over there, the shower turning on minutes later.

Kurt went back to his closet and selected an outfit. If Blaine had been just a friend, he would've stayed in his pajamas because they were nice enough, but now he had to impress him. He had to keep him interested. He had to show off his ass in the best way possible, and that wasn't in loose fitting pajama bottoms.

So he changed (in his closet, just in case Blaine woke up) into a pair of skinny jeans he hadn't worn in public yet, a white V-neck, and a vest to emphasize his skinny waist. Not too casual, but enough to make it look like he had just woken up a few minutes before Blaine and he just happened to look flawless.

When he came back out Blaine was still asleep, so he sat down at his vanity and got to work on moisturizing. As he rubbed it in, slowly and effectively, the shower stopped running and his dad started calling for him to help with his cooking. Kurt sighed and rubbed in a little faster; couldn't his dad wait until he came downstairs?

Apparently not. He heard his dad start coming upstairs and he rolled his eyes as he moved on to the next moisturizer. He'd have to do the shortened version so his dad wouldn't burn down the house while trying to cook.

As his dad continued up the stairs, the door to the bathroom opened up and Puck came out, steam following him. "I hate that you can take such hot showers and not dry out," Kurt mumbled as he moved onto the final moisturizer. Puck just ignored the comment since he never knew how to respond to that no matter how many times Kurt said it. He just walked over to the bed and stopped, his eyebrows scrunching together as his hangover raged on as he tried to process what he needed to do next.

And that was how Burt Hummel walked into his son's room to find his son's boyfriend in his bed, his best friend in just a towel, and his son innocently rubbing lotion onto his face. "I'll be there in a minute, Dad," he said, acting as if he didn't look like a part of some harem.

"Hey, Burt," Puck said casually before asking out loud, "Where did I put my clothes…?"

"The bathroom, I'm assuming," Kurt said with an eyeroll.

"…Where am I?" Blaine asked from where he was laying down. He jerked a bit as he saw a half-naked Puck standing in front of him.

"…Okay…" Burt finally said, backing up awkwardly from Kurt's room. From now on he was definitely going to knock.

—

The next day, after Burt was over the shock of finding his son surrounded by teenaged boys in his room, he knew he had to sit down and talk to Kurt about it. He wasn't by any means looking forward to it, though, for obvious reasons. Talking about sex was not something Burt particularly wanted to do with his son. Plus it seemed obvious that Kurt didn't think he was in the wrong for having his boyfriend in his bed with him with the door closed and everything, so it was going to be a long struggle to properly talk it out.

Burt sighed as he finished up the recipe Kurt was teaching him, although he wasn't paying much attention. Once it was in the oven, Kurt said, "I'll be heading to Noah's in about half an hour. Just take it out of the oven once the timer goes off, it should be done, but use the thermometer to make sure it's at the right temperature and you'll be fine."

Kurt was about to leave the kitchen when Burt turned to him and motioned for him to sit down at the counter. Kurt looked puzzled but did as he was told and sat down, watching his father run a hand over his head before putting his baseball cap back on.

"Since you're going back to Dalton tonight, we need to talk about what happened yesterday right now," Burt started. Kurt didn't say anything and Burt clarified, "The day I walked into your room and found out you had just spent the night with Blaine in your bed." Kurt nodded, his eyes a bit wider in recognition, but remained silent. "I shouldn't be finding boys in your bed, Kurt, it's inappropriate," Burt said, "We have rules on this, you know."

"You mean you thought I…?" He shook his head and blushed. But then he nodded. "I mean, I guess I should have assumed there would be some rule for it, but we never actually talked about it…you've never set rules for me regarding boys," Kurt said. "I mean, I've had Noah in my room and he was there that night, even, it's not like I was going to do…anything like that with him right next to me."

"Well…maybe it's time Noah stopped staying nights up there, too," Burt said. If anything happened between his son and Puck and they were so used to cuddling every night, how could Burt get them to stop it? He had to stop them before something happened between the two of them, even if the look on Kurt's face was breaking his heart.

"What?" Kurt asked quietly. When Burt didn't say anything, he let out a humorless laugh and shook his head; he was done being polite, he had snapped. "I cannot believe you just said that, I…" Kurt moved his hands around as if he was trying to find the right gesture or movement to make him feel better or calm himself down, but eventually he just crossed his arms and set his jaw, obviously trying not to cry. "Would you even mind if this was Finn in my place? If Finn had Rachel or Quinn or whoever he's with this week in his bed?"

"Of course I would," Burt said immediately. "It's inappropriate for either of you to do that—"

"The thing is, I don't think you'd really be mad with Finn," Kurt said, standing up and going around the counter. "If Finn had a girl in his room, you'd lecture him, but you'd also congratulate him on 'getting some', I know you would. You'd be proud." Kurt looked over at Burt with red-rimmed eyes. "I don't think you've accepted the fact that I'm gay."

Burt furrowed his eyebrows. "What are you talking about? We went over this last year, even, I've accepted it and have for years."

"No, dad, you've accepted that I'm feminine," Kurt says, barely above a whisper. Burt tilted his head slightly and Kurt went on, "You said it yourself that you knew I was gay when I said I wanted heels for my birthday. But how does that make me gay? Does liking musicals make me gay? Does having a high voice and loving fashion make me gay? No, it doesn't." Kurt took a deep breath and said, "I'm gay because I am attracted to people of my gender. I like boys—actually, no, I like men. I find them cute and attractive in a sexual way, Dad. And I could accept you not being ready to talk about guys last year and I could accept you thinking having my boyfriend in my room with the door closed is inappropriate—"

"It is—"

"Fine, it is." Kurt closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them back up, he was glaring at his father, tears starting to spill out despite his best efforts to keep them in. "But if you won't even allow my best friend of fourteen years in my room anymore because he's a guy, then you really haven't accepted my sexuality." He took a shuddering breath and shook his head, "You've never even talked to me like a normal son, Dad. I get that I don't need a birds and the bees talk because I'm not going to get anyone knocked up, but, as painful as it would be, why did I never get any sex talk?"

He sighed and wiped under his eyes as he continued, "I thought—I thought that you hadn't sat me down because you-you were afraid to make me uncomfortable and that I'd get one when I got a boyfriend. And I got one, I even go to an all male school, Dad, do you really think I have any curfew for boys in my room?" He sniffed, "I thought you'd sit me down at some point but you never did. You never wanted to have to educate yourself because it makes you uncomfortable to think of two guys together, doesn't it? I know you don't want to imagine your kid having sex but I thought you'd at least try to keep me safe and tell me these things. Or that you'd at least be open to talking about my boyfriend and all of that. But…but I guess you just haven't accepted that as much as you say you have.

"And-and knowing that my dad, the only family I had for years," Kurt said, his voice cracking, "Isn't comfortable with my sexuality…how is that supposed to make me feel good about anything? How would I even have a relationship with anyone in that matter if I feel this bad about my sexuality? It's bad enough I have the world telling me I'm not enough because I'm feminine, that I'm one of those 'annoying gays' who likes fashion and musical theater and talks in a high voice. I don't need this."

He looked Burt in the eye and waited for an answer. He waited for an explanation, anything that would make him feel even slightly better. But Burt, it seemed, was stunned speechless. His mouth was slightly open but no words came out, even as the wheels in his head were clearly spinning rapidly.

Kurt shook his head yet again and said, "I'm heading to Noah's early for dinner. Watch over yours, you know what else you need to do. Oh, and don't worry, I'll make sure not to be behind closed doors with him while we just sit and talk about things like friends do." With that, he grabbed his keys, wiped his eyes, and headed out the door.

Burt sat there, taking it all in, stunned. Did he really give the impression off that he hadn't accepted his son's sexuality? He didn't talk about Blaine because he didn't know the kid and Kurt talked about him enough for everyone. He didn't ask Kurt about guy problems since he was sure Finn had that covered with the "lady chats", as Kurt called them. And as for sex, he assumed his son had learned through the Internet.

Of course the idea of two guys together didn't make him particularly happy, but he wasn't disgusted at all. And, yeah, thinking of his son with guys wasn't a great thought, but he wouldn't want to think of his son with girls, either. Was he really being closed minded by letting Kurt explore on his own? There was a ton more information out there than he could ever give. What did Kurt expect him to do?

He rubbed a hand over his baldhead and sighed. Kurt didn't have a normal childhood by any means, and Burt regretted that. And while he couldn't do anything about it now to fix it, maybe Kurt had a part of him that longed for a sense of normalcy in his teen years. Burt didn't want to think about Kurt ever losing his virginity or anything, but maybe he had to provide that for his son. Let him know his feelings were okay and there was nothing wrong with his sexuality. Wasn't that basically what his dad did when he gave him The Talk all those years ago?

Later that night, Burt did an Internet search (with Carole's help because, wow, he was still not good at working a computer) to find the nearest clinic. It would take a while, but he would find a way to provide the best information for his son. He owed him that.

—

"Wait, wait, wait, let me get this straight," Puck said, a concerned look on his face as he laid down on his bed. Kurt paced back and forth in the space in front of it like a caged animal, his face pale and a hand near his mouth. "You told Burt that you wanted a sex talk. Because him not giving one meant that he didn't accept you being gay. Even though he said that he accepts you. And even though you don't want a sex talk." He put a hand to his head and said, "Damn, I'm so glad I had a Bloody Mary to cure this hangover or else I'd be in even more pain trying to understand your logic."

Kurt stopped his pacing and looked at him, "Wait, you had more alcohol today to stop a hangover?" Then he shook his head, "Nevermind, I'm not going to ask about it." He sighed and explained, "I know my dad loves me but…I don't know, I just don't think he accepts the fact that I like guys. He's okay with the other parts of my sexuality, or, rather, the stereotypes. But he hasn't been the most welcoming of Blaine and he even said last year that he didn't want to talk about guys with me." Kurt raised a single shoulder in a shrug, unsure of what else to say.

Noah sighed and gestured for Kurt to lay down next to him. Kurt obliged and immediately rested his head on Puck's shoulder. "Look, you might have a point. I think Burt accepts and loves you, but maybe he's not showing that right now. He's doing better than most parents would at least, right?" After a moment, Kurt nodded and Puck gave him a half-smile. "Good. Now if he gives you that sex talk, you have to call me right after so I can soak up just how embarrassed you will be."

Kurt groaned. "Oh God, I really can't believe I asked him for that."

"Burt Hummel talking about lube and condoms and anal sex…I cannot wait to hear about this," Puck laughed, just getting louder when Kurt glared him down.

—

So maybe Kurt just wanted to take advantage of having a room he could be alone with Blaine in, but he really didn't think it was going to get as heated as it did when he asked Blaine to come over to work on homework. But now their jackets were on the floor, Kurt left in just his undershirt while Blaine's button down was half open, his chest hairs peeking out.

Kurt let out a quiet moan against Blaine's lips, both of their hands staying well above the belt line, which he was grateful for. As much as he was enjoying their make out session, he was definitely not ready to go farther than he was going right then.

In fact, when he felt Blaine's hands start to pull up lightly on his undershirt, he pulled away with a pant. "…We should stop," Kurt said, every part of his body obviously not wanting to, Blaine definitely in the same dilemma.

But Blaine pulled back as well with a nod. "Yeah…yeah, we should," he said. Kurt sat up and primly crossed his legs, even though Blaine just felt his hard cock a second earlier. He cleared his throat and started putting his shirt back on, making sure every button was in line.

Blaine followed suit and got off the bed to grab his jacket and tie. As he crouched down, he noticed a bottle under Kurt's bed. Assuming Kurt had lost track of a spare lotion and knowing how much Kurt hated that, he pulled it up. "Hey, Kurt here's your lo…tion," he slowly finished the word as he realized that was definitely not lotion in his hand because he was much too familiar with that product, especially on days when he had to leave Kurt's room with raging hormones.

Kurt's eyes widened and he snapped it back from Blaine, shoving it into the top drawer of his nightstand.

Blaine just shrugged, "It's not a big deal, Kurt; I use it, too, you know—"

"I don't use it, Blaine, it's not opened and I don't plan on using it. It was a gift from Noah because he thought I was transferring just so I could get closer to you and—" Kurt cut himself off and took a deep breath as he got off his bed.

Blaine watched him curiously as he Kurt slipped on his jacket and grabbed his tie. "Kurt, you don't mean you never…? Really?"

Kurt turned even redder, "I don't think that's really appropriate to talk about."

"Kurt, we were just doing some heavy ass petting," Blaine said, "I think we should be able to talk about it."

Kurt bit his lip and nodded. "Fine." He sighed and looked in the vague general direction of Blaine, but avoiding his eyes, "I don't really do anything like…that. For a long time I tried to fight who I was. So much so that I never really…touched myself. I did it as little as possible, at least. Once I accepted myself, I still rarely did because it made me uncomfortable. And one time while I did, I started thinking about No—this one guy and it freaked me out a lot, so I just don't do it often. Plus I just don't really know the, uh, mechanics. But either way, there's more to me than my sexuality."

Blaine looked confused. "But you just invited me to your room to 'study' and basically pounced on me when I asked for a pencil."

With a blush upon his cheeks, Kurt said, "I just like what we've done. I don't need to do it alone." Then he cleared his throat, "If you don't mind, I'd like to work on my algebra now. Alone, this time."

"Kurt, c'mon, don't kick me out. You know I like helping you with solving x and that cute little furrow in your brow—"

"I just need to be alone, Blaine. Please?" Kurt said, a blush faintly formed on his cheeks. Blaine sighed, but nodded. Kurt looked miserable and he didn't want to make him anymore upset.

Blaine was walked to the door and then he placed a small kiss on Kurt's cheek. "See you tomorrow?" Blaine asked. Kurt nodded and looked down, his hands clenched in front of him, almost as if he was trying to block his crotch from Blaine's eyesight.

As soon as the door was closed, Kurt groaned and marched to his bed. He picked up the lube and threw it in the bag he took to visit home on the weekends. Spring break was coming up and Kurt was going to talk Puck's ear off for giving him that stuff in the first place.

—

"So Britney and Santana threw up on the stage?" Kurt laughed in disbelief into his phone. "Oh my God. How much trouble did you get in?"

"None, actually," Puck said. With a shrug he explained, "Figgins thought it was all set up and said it was a great anti-alcohol message. He condemned us."

"I think you mean commended," Kurt corrected.

"Whatever," Puck answered.

"And Mr. Schue? He said nothing?"

"Well, I told you about that drunk phone call he left on Coach Sylvester's answering machine," Puck started. Kurt nodded and his friend continued, "He realized he couldn't get that mad at us when he had done a stupid thing with alcohol this week. But he promised to give up alcohol and asked us to do so until after Nationals was over. Then he gave out his phone number just in case we ever do need a ride, though." He laughed quietly, "Sam was really excited about it. I don't know why, it was weird. I don't always get that kid."

"You gave him those old shirts of yours, right?" Kurt asked. When Puck confirmed he had, he sighed in relief. "Good. I'd try to get some of Finn's old stuff, but I'm not sure it'd fit. Plus I don't want to have to explain why I'm looking through his old things. I don't think Sam would want me to tell Finn. Finn would probably tell Rachel and then it'd spread around like nobody's business."

"Yeah, true," Puck said. "But it's all good. I'm going through some of Sara's old stuff, too, to see if there's anything that might fit his sister. I got her size from him." After a moment he sighed, "I can see why he'd be up for just getting drunk at school; it's gotta be the only time he's not working or watching over kids or something."

Kurt nodded and made a noise of agreement, which only reminded him that he was going to tell Sam he could babysit over his upcoming spring break. "So I'll see you next week for my break, right? You'll make yourself available, Lauren or not?"

"Duh," Puck said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"And you won't be drinking at school anymore?"

"Yes, mom," Puck said with a roll of his eyes.

"Good, I was just checking," he responded with a laugh. Then he grinned, "You realize no matter how cool you think you are for drinking at school, I was the first of us to get drunk on the school grounds, right?"

—

The judges for show choir competitions never seemed to have much common sense, of course. The choices were basically just the closest to celebrities Lima had and they somehow had to take them seriously. But how was that possible when they wanted things to be "sexy"? Wasn't that a bit inappropriate to ask of a high school show choir? How would being sexy help New Directions win?

When Coach Sylvester told Blaine and Kurt that ND was using their sex appeal to win, Kurt was inclined not to believe it. It was Coach Sylvester, after all; she was running a show choir they were competing against. But when he looked over at Blaine to share an eye roll with him, his mouth formed a frown. It was clear that Blaine was trying to come up with a sexy song to do at Regionals.

Kurt didn't, however, notice the worried look Blaine sent his way. Blaine thought Kurt was stunning and, at least while they were alone, sexy as hell. But, honestly, he kind of gave out the vibe of being the most innocent person on the planet. Blaine was no Casanova himself, of course, but he knew someone who was.

He had to call in the expert.

—

"'Ello?"

"Hey, uh, Puck?"

Puck raised an eyebrow at the voice on the other end of the phone. "Yeah, who is this?"

"Oh, good. It's Blaine."

Puck pursed his lips. "Oh, hey." True, Puck had promised to not just freeze Blaine off completely and he was doing a good job at that, but he still didn't really think of Blaine as a friend. "What do you want?"

"It's about Kurt," Blaine started nervously.

"I assumed."

"Yeah. Duh, of course. Anyways, we went out to coffee the other day and—"

"Oh, did he put actual sugar in his coffee instead of Splenda? Yeah, he gets on sugar highs pretty easily, if he got all jittery and started laughing randomly, that's why, I promise he's not on coke."

"No, that's not why I'm calling." Blaine paused and then admitted, "Although I'd like to see that. Anyways, I'm calling because we ran into that cheerleading coach from your school? That one on TV?"

"Oh no," Puck groaned, "Did she say Kurt had pear hips again? He's eating, right?"

"Can you just let me finish the story, Puck?" Blaine sighed, trying to ignore how much Puck seemed to know about his boyfriend that Blaine couldn't even comprehend.

Puck rolled his eyes and picked up a spare weight in his room. "Go on, Anderson," he said as he started doing bicep curls.

"Right," Blaine started, "So she's running a show choir now, as I'm sure you know because Kurt does. And she said the Regional judges want something sexy."

"Really? Sweet. McKinley has it in the bag, then! I mean, my guns alone are worth, like, three of your Warblers. Nah, more like four," Puck said with a smirk.

With a roll of his eyes, Blaine said, "I just want your help with Kurt."

"With what about Kurt?" Puck asked, putting the weight down and going to his bed. "My boy's got an ass that's out of this world. I know you haven't felt it or anything, but just looking at it is enough proof of that."

"I'm not saying he isn't sexy, I'm—wait, how do you know I haven't touched it?" Blaine's eyes widened. "Kurt tells you all of that?"

"Well, duh," Puck said with a snort. "And all the power to you for going natural on your chest; you're lucky Kurt's weird and likes that stuff, if I went natural for any of the girls I've done, I would have been kicked out almost immediately."

Blaine's cheeks heated up, but he just ignored it. "Kurt's sexy, he's just…I don't know, he doesn't have that air about him, especially not when performing. And I'm pulling all of these strings to get him a duet—the Warblers' Council loves the idea, too—but if he can't portray sexy…I don't know if they'll let him sing."

There was silence over the line for a few moments. Blaine was actually starting to worry he had offended Puck when he finally heard the other boy sigh. "Yeah. Kurt's great, but he kind of gives off doe eyes, I know. He's more innocent and naïve than he lets on."

A breath of relief left Blaine's lungs. "Exactly. I just want to help him with that and get him a big part in the Regionals performance. He deserves it. And not only does he trust you, but you have that whole sex appeal and sexual confidence vibe."

"Dude, I'm flattered, but I have to tell Kurt if you hit on me," Puck said, a slight hint of joking in his voice.

"Just come over to Kurt's tomorrow with me," Blaine said with a roll of his eyes, "I know it's not your spring break, but we can wait until after school gets out. We can spend some time working on his confidence and sexy looks and he'll basically have a song handed to him on a silver platter."

"Sounds good," Puck agreed, "But, just so you know, no threeway is happening."

—

At 3:30 PM on the Monday of Dalton's spring break, the doorbell to the Hummel-Hudson house rang. Then again. Then a third time. Kurt rolled his eyes, assuming Finn had accidentally locked himself out of the house again. Much to his surprise, he found his boyfriend and best friend standing in front of him.

"Uh…hi. You didn't tell me you were coming over," Kurt said, looking between the two of them in confusion. Were they planning something as friends for the three of them? He had told them to be friends, of course, but he didn't think it was actually going to happen, not with how Puck acted around Blaine. Even at the moment he seemed uncomfortable standing around him, his hands buried in his sweatshirt's front pocket and a grimace on his face, so that couldn't be it…

Blaine, smiling brightly as always, said, "I know, I'm sorry, I should've warned you. I was afraid you'd stop us if I said anything."

Blue eyes flicked in between Puck and Blaine suspiciously. After a moment, Kurt mumbled, "I really don't plan on having a ménage a trois…"

Blaine rolled his eyes and Puck snorted as he walked in, wrapping an arm around Kurt's shoulder. "C'mon, let's see if your boyfriend remembers your room while sober."

Soon they were settled in Kurt's room, Kurt remembering to keep the door open so as not to upset his dad. Puck and Blaine sat Kurt down on his bed and the two remained standing, Puck looking down at his feet guiltily as Kurt looked up at his two guests in confusion. "What's going on?" Kurt asked, his voice full of worry.

"So…you know that Sylvester woman said that New Directions is going to do sexy numbers at Regionals, which means we should combat with sexy, right?" Blaine started.

Kurt nodded uncertainly, "Uh huh, that's what she told us…"

"Well, I think I could convince the Warblers' Council to let us duet on something sexy for Regionals."

Kurt's eyes lit up. "Really? Oh my God, that'd be great! Singing a duet with my boyfriend is a total bucket list moment for me." Then he slowly narrowed his eyes in thought, "…So why are you guys acting so weirdly?"

Blaine looked over at Puck and Puck raised an eyebrow back; he wasn't going to be the one to say it. The younger boy sighed and sat down next to Kurt, putting his hand on top of Kurt's. "Kurt, you know I think you're an amazing boyfriend. You're sweet and witty and so, so beautiful…"

"But…?" Kurt said hesitantly, not sure he wanted to hear the rest of it.

"…But you're not exactly sexy," Blaine said. Kurt's immediate look of heartbreak made Puck glare and Blaine wince and correct himself, "You're sexy when we're alone and you're sexy when you don't try, but when you perform? And just your general vibe? You're…you're a bit more, well, innocent."

Kurt looked down at his lap, blinking rapidly. "My boyfriend says I'm not sexy," he repeated slowly, his voice heavy with emotion. "That's…okay. Good to know."

Blaine looked up helplessly at Puck, no idea how to deal with an emotional Kurt. He was still new to having a boyfriend and still relatively knew to even knowing Kurt, at least compared to Puck. Puck groaned and sat down next to Kurt, wrapping his arm around Kurt's shoulders.

"Look, no one's saying you aren't sexy, not even that hobbit over there," Puck said, ignoring Blaine's eye roll at the nickname. "You'd have to be crazy to think you aren't sexy! Your ass alone is out of this world and when you get into bitch mode and have that fire in your eyes? Kurt, you're hot." Kurt relaxed a bit at that while Blaine raised an eyebrow at the specificity. "We're just sayin' that, well, you give off an aura of innocence, ya know? We've talked about this before, you and I, it's nothing big. Blaine just wants to make sure you give the best performance you can and make all those Warbler boys jealous that you got to Blaine before they could snatch you up."

Kurt's eyes darted back and forth between the two of them again before landing on Blaine. "That's what you meant? You still find me…attractive?"

Blaine nodded, "Of course, Kurt, you'd have to be blind not to realize that. I'm just going to work on…your stage presence. Making girls weak in the knee, all of that."

Blue eyes blinked a few times before he sighed in defeat. "What's the plan?"

Over the next half hour, Kurt sat in front of his vanity Blaine on one side and Puck sitting on his bed, watching with a judgmental look on his face but offering no advice or help. Blaine would roll his eyes at him every now and then, but mainly focused on trying to get his boyfriend to make sexy faces in the mirror.

It was harder than it sounded. Kurt was a pretty tense person used to acting for a large stage. Trying to get him to make a sexy face led to a lot of over-the-top bites and nose wrinkles and looks that seemed more in place with an SNL parody sketch than a sexy performance.

Blaine tried his best to be supportive and tell Kurt it was good and just adjust him gently, but Kurt wasn't an idiot. He could tell Blaine was just trying to be nice and thought Kurt looked like crap and, not only did it hurt, but it was frustrating.

"I'm never going to get this," Kurt whined, putting his head in his hands and groaning in frustration. His dreams of a duet with his boyfriend in front of hundreds of show choir fans slowly drifted away in his mind's eye, his lips forming a pout even if no one could see it from the angle he was at.

Looking at Puck helplessly, Blaine mouthed, Help? Puck rolled his eyes and sighed, getting off the bed. He went behind Kurt's chair and said, "The master's going to take care of this now, 'kay? Blaine's way? Maybe it works for him, but it's not for everyone. Different strokes for different folks, right? So we'll try my way and see how it works. Sound good?" Kurt stayed still for a moment longer but than slowly nodded. "Lift your head up and we can start." Kurt rolled his eyes as he lifted up his head and looked into the mirror.

"Okay, close your eyes," Puck said, putting two fingers from each hand on Kurt's temples. Kurt did as told and Puck smiled, "Good. Now, think back on the past few weeks. Think of inviting your loverboy—sorry, Blaine—to your room. Are you imagining it?" Eyebrows furrowed together but Kurt nodded and kept his eyes closed. "Awesome. Think about what you guys did there. How he asked to borrow a pencil and you jumped him; how you kissed him until your mouth got tired; how you rubbed your smooth hand against his hairy, rough chest," Puck said, rolling his eyes, obviously quoting things Kurt had told him. His voice lowered to a whisper, "Remember how it felt to feel him pressed against you. Think about how it made your skin heat up and your heart beat faster. Embrace all of it in your memory."

Kurt was slightly red in embarrassment (and/or maybe arousal, Blaine wasn't sure), but he said nothing, still concentrating on the given thoughts. "Good, keep thinking about that," Puck said quietly. "Now…open your eyes."

His bright blue eyes opened and Blaine immediately raised his eyebrows in incredulous joy. Kurt's face was now sporting one of the sexiest looks he had ever seen on it, almost as sexy as when he got breathless and his hair messed up a bit after they had their make out sessions.

"Puck…you're a genius," Blaine said with a slight grin.

Before Puck could even say a sarcastic comment in response, Kurt's face went back to normal. Kurt struggled against it, but his eyes had lost the spark and biting at the air like before didn't help. Kurt groaned and put his head back in his hands. "This is useless!"

"Dude, it's okay," Puck said gently. "We can get you to hold it longer. Maybe thinking about Taylor Lautner would help. Taylor Lautner in a field of lilacs…?" Before Blaine could even question what that meant, Kurt had stood up and crossed his arms, walking away from his vanity.

"That's a nice thought, Noah, but it's not going to help. I'm as sexy as a baby penguin. No, probably less sexy since at least girls coo over penguins and I'm just…ugh," Kurt said, gesturing to himself.

Puck walked over to Kurt and put his hands on his shoulder. "Kurt. You're sexy. Much sexier than a baby penguin and much sexier than you know. You just try too hard," he said. Kurt shook his head and pushed Puck's arms off, going to the opposite side of his bed. He turned to face them with a deep breath and shook his head.

"I'm not a sexy person. I mean, I like musicals, and in musicals, the touch of the fingertips is as sexy as it gets," Kurt explained, looking nervous and younger than he was. "I'm not meant to be sexy to an audience of show choir judges and teenage girls. I'm meant not Brian Kinney. I'm…I'm Justin Taylor before he went to the bars, permanently stuck in a phase before a TV show even finds me interesting enough to film." Kurt wasn't really sure his metaphor was making sense outside of his head, but it rang true for him. He felt stuck in his sexuality, permanently glued to one spot of just being romantic and doe eyed like a schoolgirl.

"Look, I want to be sexy and appealing more than anything. I want to not blush every time I think about sex or any time someone even brings up kissing, but I can't," he groaned, ignoring Blaine and Puck's protests. As he rubbed at his temple in frustration, he didn't notice or hear Burt walking up to his door, hiding right behind it as Kurt started to rant. "You both know I can't even watch porn without freaking out; how am I supposed to be sexy? How can I look sexy if I'm anything but sexual?"

"But Kurt—"

"I can't bring myself to do Internet searches because it embarrasses me. And, God, I have some dirt on Finn from his computer, what if he tries to get back at me by finding a search like that?" Kurt asked, panicking at the thought. "And those sites are useless anyways! They're full of technical terms and descriptions, they barely even talk about what it feels like or what it means and what it's actually like; I just end up feeling embarrassed and stupid and grossed out and like I shouldn't even like sex. Because, let's face it, it doesn't help that every person I know who's not a virgin has some horror story with it. Like ending up pregnant or with and STD or with a woman twice his age—"

"Hey, that was a good one—"

"And what is my virginity in this world? Is there any definition for two guys? Like, do I lose it if I 'receive' or is it not losing it unless I 'give it'? Oral, does that count? Do I wait for marriage? Oh, no, wait, I don't get that choice unless I move to Iowa and it's not like I can get married in Iowa, what kind of wedding could I have there?" he ranted, his voice getting higher as he kept on listing off his concerns.

"Kurt, calm down," Puck said. For a moment, Kurt stopped and it seemed like it had worked. Then the boy just frowned and shook his head.

"…Go," Kurt said softly, moving his hand from his temple to his forehead. "Let me just sit here for a moment and think, please? I'll talk to you later this week."

Puck and Blaine looked at each other and then back at Kurt. Blaine slowly started to say, "Kurt, I—"

"Please," Kurt said, not unlike how he kicked Blaine out of his room at Dalton. The two sighed and muttered goodbyes before leaving Kurt, closing the door behind them.

That, of course, only led them to be face-to-face with one Burt Hummel.

The boys looked at Burt in surprise and fear for a few moments. The man looked at them, studying them with those eyes that he had given Kurt, blue-green and pensive. He slowly nodded his head and said, "Let's get you boys some drinks before you leave."

The three of them made it down stairs with a slight sigh from Burt. Blaine felt strange to be sitting at the Hummels' dining room table with a glass of water in front of him and flanked on either side by Puck and Burt, but he did his best to not show it. He watched the other two men carefully, the ease that Puck had with Kurt shown in his comfort around the authority figure that was Burt Hummel. It was obvious Puck respected him just from how he looked at him and sat around him, but he was still laid back and calm, like he imagined Puck would feel around family.

Silence prevailed for quite some time. Burt finally broke it by saying, "You know, I really thought he knew this stuff. He's online and he's friends with you, Puckerman, and he's got a boyfriend now…I assumed he researched online."

Puck made a face and nodded. "I never even realized until last year that he was so uncomfortable about it. Whenever I talked about it, he was always quiet but I just didn't notice. I feel stupid for it now."

Blaine wanted to add something to the discussion, but he felt like most of his case was fairly inappropriate to bring up in front of his boyfriend's father. Yes, he noticed that Kurt was uncomfortable with the subject seeing as he could barely look at him in the eye for the rest of the school week after their make out session turned talk went wrong, but he couldn't really announce that he had found his boyfriend's lube stash after a make out session.

"He told me last time he was down here that he wanted a sex talk," Burt said, then he shook his head, "I don't know why I'm telling you, I'm sure he told both of you. Kurt seems to think that I haven't accepted that he's gay because I frowned upon finding his boyfriend in bed with him." Blaine ducked his head at the comment and Burt continued, "He said some other things and I guess I can see why he thinks that, but I don't get how a sex talk will help, though it seems he needs one."

Puck nodded in agreement as did Blaine. He took a sip of his water to stop himself from inserting himself into the conversation; Burt Hummel was a smart man who obviously knew what to say and do, especially with his own son, and Blaine didn't have a right to tell him what he thought on the whole ordeal. But when Burt muttered, "I can't do this", Blaine couldn't stop himself from stating his opinion.

"You have to."

Burt and Puck turned to him, Puck fairly amused and Burt not so much. Blaine corrected himself, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that so rudely, but it's true."

He sighed and looked at Burt directly, even as he felt nervousness in the pit of his stomach from how the man watched him with such a steely gaze. "I admire the relationship you have with Kurt so much," Blaine started. "You guys are great together and from the moment he first mentioned you, I could tell you guys were close. He admires you. And if he doesn't learn about this now or feel like his father accepts him…" He trailed off and closed his eyes, trying not to think of the things that could happen to Kurt.

"Kurt is one of the kindest, most genuine guys I have ever met."

"Yeah, well, he gets that from his mother," Burt said. Puck nodded in agreement, giving Burt a sad smile.

"I think he's smart and wouldn't be used by someone, but…it's still something he should know. I'd hate to imagine him not knowing all of this an getting taken advantage of at a party," Blaine said, not noticing how the other two looked at him. "I just think talking to him will quell a lot of his fears and make things better for everyone. And I'd hate for Kurt to think that you don't approve of him just because you're uncomfortable talking about sex."

Blaine finally put the glass back to his mouth in order to stop talking. Burt looked over the boy, as if sizing him up, before slowly nodding. "Yeah. I know I got to do this. Just wish I didn't have to," he sighed and lifted up his cap to run a hand over his head before putting the cap back on.

"You know, when Kate died, I really didn't know how we'd even keep going," Burt said, looking off in the distance. "She did all the usual stuff for the house, y'know, cooking and cleaning and all of that. But even when she was gone, the house still stayed clean. No matter what happened, no matter what day, the house was always squeaky clean. I don't know why I didn't realize or why I didn't question why it was happening, I just had other things on my mind, y'know? Trying to stay strong for the boys, working at the store, trying to find places I could bring food home that Kurt would approve of. Not having to clean was one thing I was glad to not have to do."

Burt looked down at his cup and smiled. "It wasn't until months after, when Kurt was sick, that I realized why. Kurt was stuck in bed with a late in the game case of chicken pox. Remember that?" he asked Puck. Puck nodded, vaguely remembering that, though he tried to forget most of the year where both his dad and his Mama Kate left his life. "Suddenly, the house was dusty and dishes weren't put away. And I realized that, without even being asked, Kurt had taken over that for her. When I asked him he didn't say why he did it, he just said he was doing it and getting Noah to help him put away the dishes. Said he liked having a clean house, that was it.

"He soon started cooking for us, not even in double digits, since I couldn't even defrost a chicken," he said with a slight laugh. "Kurt just took on everything like an adult would, no questions asked. He taught himself, and not just macaroni and cheese, mind you, but eventually soufflés and pastries and full out cuisine. I could give more examples like that, but I think you can get the point." Burt took a sip of water before deciding to just state the point, "Kurt's been like an adult since he was eight, ever since Kate died and he took over responsibilities so easily.

"I hate that. I hate that my kid grew up so quickly. It's not what I wanted, but no matter what I insisted, he just kept taking over more responsibilities around the house," Burt said. He looked over at Puck, "If it wasn't for this guy here, I don't know if Kurt would've ever let himself have fun. So thank you for that." Puck nodded, though he felt hesitant about it. He always knew that he and Kurt had both grown up quickly, but he never thought of him helping Kurt; he thought Kurt helped him a lot by keeping him on track and helping with Sara, but he never thought of how he was a positive influence in Kurt's life. He wasn't sure he quite believed it, but it was nice to have some recognition.

"I guess I've just let myself forget that he's not an adult. It's hard to believe he's only seventeen sometimes since he just holds onto so much more knowledge than a teenager should have," Burt said. Then he shook his head, "But if he's still not an adult on this manner, I have to talk to him. Don't know how, but I will."

Blaine nodded, staying silent for a beat to give that speech its proper end. Then he tried to offer hope, "Even just making sure Kurt reads the pamphlets is better than nothing."

The father nodded and took another sip of water, trying to ignore the dread he felt at performing this task. What the hell was he even going to say?

—

"So are you and Lauren dating or what?" Kurt asked into his phone.

"I have no freaking clue," Puck admitted. "I think we're just friends. Friends who had thought about doing a sex tape, but still just friends." He shrugged, "I dunno. Maybe we'll be more one day. For now, I might as well join the Celibacy Club."

Kurt snorted. "You? In the Celibacy Club?"

"Hey, what Miss Holliday said freaked me out! I could've gone arrested for child pornography and gone back to Juvie and my nipple is finally starting to look like a normal nipple again!" Puck protested.

Kurt sighed and sat on his bed, "Noah…I get that you're nervous. But you've learned from that now. There's no need to be celibate just because you're freaked out by that. Plus, doesn't Miss Pillsbury or whatever her last name is now run that? And aren't only Quinn and Rachel members? You'd be much better off hanging out with Lauren then joining the Celibacy Club. Find out what the two of you are before you swear off of sex until marriage."

There was silence on the phone for a while before Puck finally groaned, "Why are you always right?"

"Because I am," Kurt chirped.

"Yeah, yeah," Puck said. "Now your turn. Anything up at your place? Sorry I can't come over, but, y'know, Sara duty. You can come over if you want, though."

"Nothing's going on," Kurt said, "It's a rather boring break, actually. Finn and Carole are out for some mother-son bonding so it's just me and Dad tonight. He wants me to help him cook something. He said it was important or else I'd come over."

A low laugh left Puck's throat. "Oh, Kurt. Prepare yourself. I think he's going to give you The Talk."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Ha ha, nice joke, Noah. I said I wanted it from him so now we're going to keep joking about that. Great."

"No, I'm serious," Puck insisted. "He probably got them out of the house so you two could have it alone. He, Blaine, and me all talked about it."

"And I," Kurt corrected. Then he realized what Puck had said, "What?!"

"Look, it's a long story, just forget it. But know it's coming."

Kurt pursed his lips. Then he shook his head, "Nope. Not believing you." Before Noah could respond, Burt called down for Kurt. "That's him. I better help him make dinner. Talk to you later."

"Yeah, yeah," Noah said, "Just tell me when it happens. I promise I won't laugh directly into your face."

Kurt rolled his eyes, but said, "Love you."

"Love you, too."

—

Burt took a deep breath and pushed open the door to his son's room, a plate of toast with peanut butter and jelly in hand for Kurt. Kurt was currently sitting on his bed, a leg folded into his chest and his eyes wide and face pale. Several pamphlets on safe sex, HIV/AIDS prevention, and homosexual sex, were all in front of him.

"Hey, kiddo," Burt said. Kurt immediately looked up. "You done with your pamphlets?"

Kurt was blushing but he nodded. "Yes. I just finished the last one," he said, picking said pamphlet and reading the title, "Boys Who Like Boys. Quite a good read."

"Yeah…" Burt said awkwardly, looking down at his feet. He rolled his eyes at himself, reminding himself that he was a Hummel and he could do this. He had gotten through the hard part of it already, making sure Kurt knew not to just throw himself around and that he mattered. Now he just had to be ready for a few more questions.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and handed Kurt the plate. "Here's the toast you wanted," Burt offered, smiling slightly as Kurt took it. "Oh, um, before I forget," Burt pulled a box and small sampling of condoms, "Here's, uh, some supplies I got at the clinic." Kurt's eyes grew comically large and Burt warned, "I'm not saying you should be using them right away, but, well, you never know. Just take them."

Kurt hesitantly reached out for them and moved them next to where he sat on the bed. "Good," Burt said, nodding his head awkwardly as Kurt tried to just eat the toast his dad had made. "So…everything clear in there?"

Kurt's eyes somehow became wider and he nodded quickly, swallowing the bite he had just taken of his toast. "Yes. Nothing to ask you, I promise," Kurt said.

"Good. Good. I mean, I want you to come to me if you have any questions. I read over all of those, too, but, uh…good. I'm glad it's all clear," Burt said awkwardly. They smiled nervously at each other again before Burt got up to leave.

When he reached the door, he sighed and turned around. "Look, Kurt," he said, "It's not that I don't accept you. I just figured this was something you'd learn on your own. You've always taken such good care of yourself, that sometimes I forget that you're just a kid."

"I…I'm seventeen," Kurt offered.

Burt scoffed, "Yeah, you're young." He sighed and continued, "I don't want you to think that I don't approve of who you like or that I don't like Blaine or that I think you and Noah do anything inappropriate. I'm just trying to do what's best for you and I'm going to get stuff wrong, believe me. Just promise to be patient with me, and we'll get through this, you and me, just like always. Okay?"

Kurt looked at him for a moment, thinking over what he said. After some thought, he nodded, "Okay."

Burt offered another smile before turning around. Before he could close the door, Kurt said, "Dad?" He turned around and Kurt added, "Thank you. Really. I appreciate this just as much as I'm humiliated by it." Burt chuckled and nodded, finally leaving the room and closing the door.

As soon as he was alone, Kurt pulled out his phone and sent a text to Puck like promised. "Just given The Talk. Dad now knows what the prostate is used for in the gay community. I will not be able to look him in the eye for days now."

Seconds later he had a text back from Puck just full of haha written over and over again. Kurt rolled his eyes as another one came in, "Hey, you got what you asked for, at least be cool with that. Does that mean you're going to start using your prostate as a gay man should?"

Kurt scoffed and sent back, "No!"

But once he pocketed his phone, Kurt picked up one of the other pamphlets, one with a horrible name on it, Back Door Lover. Firmly refusing to believe his father had actually read that one for the sake of his own sanity, he read over it again, feeling a bit less embarrassed over words like penetrate, anilingus, and lubricant than he had the first time around. The pamphlet talked about different techniques to loosen up enough back there to take something, like a penis or toy, inside. It had several techniques to get started, claiming that one had to build up slowly and carefully, maybe by starting with just pressing against the ring of muscles or taking a bath to fully relax the body, since arousal and relaxation were both required to make anal play successful.

If Kurt was going to be completely honest, that stuff had always made him curious. He knew what the prostate was sued for and where it was, but he just didn't understand why one would actually use it? Wasn't his penis good enough to orgasm with? It seemed fine to him, even if a nagging part of his brain always pointed out how those muscles that led to the prostate always clenched and moved when he masturbated. Was it really as good as the books Noah gave him made it sound?

Even with that thought, he never had the courage to look up how to even get started on something like that safely. But now there was a guide in front of him and, well, maybe Kurt could give this bath thing a try.

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Kurt stood in his bathrobe in front of the tub in his bathroom, nervously untying and retying the knot of the terrycloth material. It had been two days since his dad had given him the pamphlets. It had taken two days to get up the courage to actually attempt what he was going to do or, at least, what he was planning on doing, if everything went according to plan.

Even if he didn't have this plan, he reasoned, he'd be amiss not to take a nice bath while visiting home. The bath in his room had jets and was extra long, making it much easier to relax in than the one at their old house (the one in the master room was even better but something felt very wrong about trying this out in his parents' bathtub. Ew). The candles Kurt had put up helped with the relaxing, as did the dim lighting and the playlist of soft, calm, sensual songs.

Once the tub was filled up all the way, Kurt finally pulled off his robe and stepped into the warm water. It was immediately relaxing; his eyes fell shut as he turned on the timed jets, the bubbling effect just helping his tense muscles relax even more.

He stayed like that for several minutes, eyes closed and body floating in the warm water. Once he estimated that it had been about ten minutes, his left hand slowly reached for his cock. He lightly touched it at first, fisting around it with a loose grip as he lazily stroke it. Being a teenaged boy, it took little time before he was fully erect and aroused.

His left hand still lazily stroked himself while his right hand reached underneath him. Tracing the line of his crack, he found the little ring of muscle and, letting go of his nerves, lightly traced around it.

It was a surprise to his system to find that, oh, he actually kind of liked that; his rim was actually very sensitive. Oh. Kurt's index finger pressed lightly against the muscles and, while there was a slight amount of pain, he was amazed at just how pleasurable it was, like pressing against a tense muscle in his shoulder but so much nicer.

Realizing he was ready for a part he hadn't been sure about, Kurt reached for the bottle of lube he had brought back home from Dalton. Originally, he had intended to throw it at Noah's head while ranting about how Blaine had found it, but now, he finally opened it for the first time. He had done all the research and discovered that silicone-based lube, which was what Puck had gotten him, was best for anal sex and was best to use in water. It was a perfect match for him, even with the stirring of nerves in his gut.

He poured a sizable amount onto his fingers, not sure how much he was really supposed to use. He rubbed his fingers together, remembering that he was supposed to warm it up this was, supposedly. After a moment, Kurt quickly moved his hand under the water and to his entrance.

At first, Kurt just circled around the ring of muscle, coating it in lube and relaxing it. Kurt's cock twitched at the action and he sighed happily, closing his eyes and relaxing the hand that he had wrapped around his erection. Slowly but surely, his hole relaxed under the massage.

To calm the nerves in his stomach, Kurt took his hand away and repeated the process he had started earlier with the lube. This time, though, when his hand went underneath him, instead of jus circling around the rim, Kurt gently pressed his index finger in. He bit his bottom lip, not wanting to make a sound just in case someone would hear him over the quiet of his bathing playlist.

And, okay, it kind of hurt. He was tight, despite how relaxed he was, and it was a bit uncomfortable, if he was going to be honest about it, but it wasn't unbearable, at least with just one finger. In fact, the slight pain mixed with the pleasurable stretch and the pleasure of the pressure on the rim was actually not too bad of a feeling. His cock definitely wasn't disagreeing to it, at least.

That knowledge helped him find the courage to press in a bit farther. Once his finger was pushed all the way in, Kurt took a deep breath. Then, with determination, he curled his finger. It couldn't be that hard to find his prostate, seeing as doctors tested them all the time—

"Ah!" Kurt arched up as his finger brushed against a bundle of nerves. He blinked rapidly. Oh. That was…that was nice. Sticking his tongue out in concentration, he pressed over it again and was rewarded with another wave of pleasure. Slowly he inched his finger out a little, then pushed it back in, pressing right against that spot. Oh wow.

Kurt continued that process, accelerating the speed of his finger and the amount he pulled out as his other hand wrapped against his leaking erection. Unlike his other attempts masturbating, Kurt didn't have the time or a need to imagine hot boys from magazines gently kissing him or Blaine during their time alone or even Taylor Lautner in a field of lilacs. Before he knew it, he was coming into his hand with a breathless moan, one he hoped was still quieter than the sound coming from his speakers.

When he came down, he quickly realized he needed his finger out of him. With a whimper he pulled it out and went to his knees, resting his hands on his thighs as he tried to process what had just happened. Had he, Kurt Hummel, really just done that? Had he stepped out of his box enough to try what he had feared?

Had he really just liked all of that?

Kurt laughed shakily and quietly, embracing the weird situation. Then, realizing he needed to properly clean, he drained the bath and started a shower, making sure to clean even more than usual. As he scrubbed he found himself smiling. This was only the beginning of the Sexual Liberation of Kurt Hummel.

—

"So I take it you forgive me?" Blaine asked breathlessly as he pulled away from Kurt's mouth. He had just walked inside Kurt's room not even five minutes earlier when Kurt had pressed him against the wall and kissed him. Now Kurt was straddling him on his bed, both their blazers off.

"Uh-huh," Kurt mumbled, taking the chance to take off his tie, throwing it off to the side. Blaine took his off, too, barely getting it off before Kurt pressed his lips against him again. Moments later, Kurt pulled away and rested his hands against the top buttons on Blaine's shirt.

"Can I?"

"Do it," Blaine said immediately. He watched closely as Kurt undid the buttons with swift, graceful fingers, his tongue licking lightly at his lips as he watched his boyfriend's chest slowly reveal itself. Blaine helped get the shirt off of him completely and then pulled Kurt back down for a kiss. As he did so, he accidentally pulled out Kurt's shirt from his pants. Knowing this was not something Kurt was particularly fond of, Blaine froze and muttered against his lips, "I'm sorry, Kurt, I—"

"N-no," Kurt whispered back. Blaine looked up at him, confused. The older boy pulled back to look at his boyfriend more clearly. "It's fine," he insisted, reaching up to undo his own buttons.

"Kurt, you really don't have to—"

"Blaine," Kurt said firmly, looking into his eyes with that stubborn look he got when someone tried to argue with him over his opinions on Patti LuPone, "I want to do this. Do you want me to take it off?"

Blaine hesitated for a moment before nodding. He knew there was no use arguing with Kurt on the issue, not when he had that look in his eyes. "Good," Kurt said with a nod. He went back to unbuttoning his shirt, reminding himself silently that he had to push himself out of his comfort zone in order to get anywhere. He threw the shirt off and, after a deep breath, he took off his undershirt, trying to ignore the blush on his cheeks as Blaine stared at him in silence.

Just when Kurt was going to ask him to say something, Blaine groaned, "God, you're so hot," and pulled him back down into a hot, passionate kiss.

As Kurt moved his legs to get better adjusted, his clothed erection bumped right next to Blaine's. Both boys moaned into the other's mouth before pulling away for a moment. "You…you okay with going on?" Blaine asked quietly.

Kurt paused for a moment before agreeing, "Y-yeah. Yeah, I am. As long as you are, of course."

Blaine nodded, "Yeah. Just…yeah." Kurt pressed his lips against Blaine's in a peck before kissing down his jaw and onto his neck, his hips moving against Blaine's in a way that made both of them groan. When Kurt reached Blaine's pulse point, he sucked lightly at it, licking against the salty skin, his hands awkwardly laying next to him as Blaine's held onto his back and hair. His hips moved faster and faster as Blaine tugged at his hair, something he should've known was an erogenous zone for him, and, before he could stop himself, he bit at Blaine's neck. Blaine moaned loudly and arched up, causing Kurt's erection to press against his hip, hard.

And that was it; Kurt's teenaged, under-sexualized body couldn't handle it anymore. With a groan, he came in his pants. On top of his boyfriend. During a make-out session.

When all of that clicked in his head and he felt the sticky mess in his pants, Kurt turned bright red and groaned, this time out of embarrassment. He hid his face in Blaine's neck, not able to look his boyfriend in the eye. He was sure Blaine was going to laugh right in his face.

But, much to his surprise, Blaine whispered, "Jesus", thrust against Kurt's hip a few times, before groaning himself. Kurt's eyes widened against Blaine's skin. Did Blaine just…?

He pulled away and looked at his boyfriend. Blaine was also quite red in the face, holding a sheepish expression. When they made eye contact, they slowly started to laugh, both in nervousness and disbelief.

"Looks like the break did you good," Blaine said as Kurt rolled off of him.

"Y-Yeah, I guess it did," Kurt agreed. He looked over at Blaine and winced, "Um, sorry about the, uh, bite. It kind of left a mark..."

Blaine's hand went to where it was and then he shrugged. "I think my collar will cover it." Then he admitted, "It was kind of hot, actually. Like, really hot."

"Really?" Kurt asked, pleased smile on his face.

"Yeah," Blaine confirmed, grinning at Kurt's smile.

The two of them laid back down on their backs and just soaked up the moment. Neither of them were in a hurry to be apart now, though they knew they'd have to change underwear soon.

As Blaine relaxed, he looked over to his side and saw a photograph on Kurt's nightstand. It was the same picture that had always been there, a picture of Kurt and Puck from a few years ago. He sighed silently and picked up the picture, knowing he needed to approach the subject carefully.

"When was this taken?" Blaine asked, handing the picture frame to Kurt.

Kurt's face lit up as he took it, a hand tracing over it with fondness. "Noah and I on our first day of high school. I know, I look like I'm, like, twelve or something, but it was only two or so year ago." He laughed quietly, "I had come out to him only a week or so before. He took it so well; he never told anyone. I mean, everyone knew, but he never said a thing about it to anyone. I always appreciated that." After he stared at it for a moment longer, he handed it back to Blaine, "Can you put that back down over there? Thanks."

Once the picture was set again, Blaine sat up. Nervously, he started, "So…you tell him everything."

Kurt furrowed his brow, "Uh, yeah. Always have, always will."

"Right. Including what we've done together?" Kurt bit his lip and Blaine said, "He told me when I called him about coming over to see you."

"I told him not to talk to anyone about it—"

"Kurt, that's not the point," Blaine sighed. "I don't think it's his business what we have or haven't done in the bedroom. I know he's your best friend, but I haven't told any of the Warblers what we've done. It's just between the two of us. I thought that was the deal."

Kurt looked down at his lap in thought and then looked up at Blaine. "So…you want me to not say anything? About what just happened or anything else like this that happens?"

"I'd rather you didn't," Blaine answered. He would've been uncomfortable with Puck knowing about all of that regardless; people didn't need to know about the hair on his chest or what particularly things Kurt did made him moan more. But ever since the party, Blaine had become more and more jealous of Puck. Kurt had so many stories about him and Puck already knew all of Kurt's secrets. It was like a relationship in itself and, well, Blaine wanted one thing of Kurt's to be a secret. He wanted to be a secret, something Puck didn't know about Kurt. He wasn't proud of the jealousy of his motives, but he couldn't help it. He was only a sixteen year old boy, after all.

Kurt pursed his lips. It seemed wrong to leave that out of their conversations. Puck always talked about his conquests to Kurt, why couldn't Kurt do that back? But Blaine seemed uncomfortable with it and, well, he didn't want to make Blaine uncomfortable or upset. After a few moments, he nodded. "Okay. I'll stop telling him about…us. I'm sorry," Kurt said softly.

Blaine looked very relieved. "Thank you, Kurt. And it's fine. I should've made that clear from the get go." He smiled at him and Kurt smiled back, but it was forced. Something didn't sit quite right with the situation. Kurt just wished he knew what it was.

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A/N: Wow okay it's been over nine months. Words cannot express how deeply sorry I am for the wait. Life got beyond hectic and roleplays on top of that plus school and singing and then a study abroad program and the awful news for the fandom in July...life has been crazy. I promise to do better next time. I hope there are at least a few of you still reading. I appreciate you more than you can know.

Love always,
xLessxThanx3x