WARNING: There's mature content at the end of the chapter. Enjoy!

-XX-

A couple of days later, on a breezy morning, Blaine was lying on his bed, the sheets only covered down from his waist. A soft breeze past through the big window and Blaine, subconsciously or not, groaned in contentment, eyes still closed. Feather kisses were spread on his back and two hands were massaging his sides.

''Kurt…'' he murmured, slowly awoken to be greet by his boyfriend, but once he turned around and open his eye expecting to see big and brilliant blue eyes, he saw almond-shaped green eyes. ''Sebastian!'' he squeaked, pushing Sebastian away from him. He was naked except for his boxer. Surprised to see him here in his room, he tried to cover his naked chest with the sheets.

''Hello to you too,'' Sebastian said. When Blaine took control of the situation, he pushed the covers down and glared at his childhood friend.

''What are you doing in my room?'' he asked harshly. He looked around quickly, wondering where Kurt was because they slept in the same bed. Sebastian shrugged good-naturally and smiled wickedly. He sat on the edge on the bed and played with the bed sheet with his long fingers.

''My mom got breakfast with some friends in town, and my dad is in his room with his mistress,'' he responded nonchalantly. Blaine nodded, familiar with Keith Smythe's unfaithful behavior. ''So I came here. I've missed you'' he murmured, leaning forward in the bed, trying to plant a kiss on Blaine's lips, but the curly haired turned his head at the last moment and get up of the bed, leaving a disgruntled young man behind.

''Oh, come on, Blaine!'' Sebastian encouraged, standing up as well. ''I know you want it. I know you want me; you want this.'' He stepped closer to Blaine. ''I know you want to touch me, caress me, fu…''

''That's enough, Sebastian!'' Blaine roared. The tall man scoffed in his face, but he didn't show the anger and the hurt that Blaine's resilience made him feel.

''I know you want it, if not more'' Sebastian's voice was cold. ''There is a new guy in town. His daddy is a banker and he had two freaking Jacuzzis in his suit,'' he said, his voice becoming light again. ''And he has a Lamborghini Veneno 2014. Do you know how much they cost?'' he exclaimed, but he didn't get the reaction he wanted from Blaine.

''Yeah, I know. Pat's got one,'' Blaine replied distractedly, trying to get dressed as quickly as possible while Sebastian gushed about the new guy.

''And we did it in his car. Twice,'' Blaine rolled his eyes.

''Glad you had fun. Look, Seb. You really should go.''

''Why?'' he asked innocently as he stood up from the bed and walked slowly towards Blaine whose back was facing him as he zipped his jeans. ''You seem tense.'' He placed his hands on his shoulders to try to relax his muscles, ''It could have been you in his car,'' he murmured as he stroked his shoulders, but Blaine didn't let him continue. He shoved him abruptly.

''What are you doing?'' he snarled. Sebastian was taking aback by his aggressiveness, but his smirk didn't falter. ''I mean it, Seb. You really should go,'' he said more gently this time.

''But I don't want to,'' Sebastian said, sounding like a child. Sebastian was now only his boxers while the other man was all dressed for the day, rather hastily so. Blaine looked him up and down and Sebastian looked hopeful with his cocky smile, waiting for Blaine to strip himself like all the other times Blaine looked at him naked, but he didn't do it this time and he looked almost tired. ''Get dressed, Seb. I'm not kidding,'' he reached the discarded clothes of Sebastian on the floor and pushed them on his chest, waiting for the other man to take them, but he just pushed them away and leaned forward and kissed Blaine hurriedly on the mouth. Blaine gasped and stepped back.

''Come on, Blaine.'' He said, kissing his neck and his jaw. Blaine could want it or not, it still brought a lot of memories to the front of his mind. It was when Sebastian took of his boxer and he was half hard and Blaine could feel it on his leg that Blaine was brought back to the present and pushed him back. Sebastian whined, frustrated. He stood there in all of his glory but he didn't care. Blaine saw his body a million times and Blaine didn't raked his body, nor did he flinch when he saw it; he was just so used to it now. ''What is it, now?'' he barked. ''You're now faithful to your stuck-up bitch virgin?'' he yelled. ''You weren't a few weeks ago when I get there and we fucked behind his back. Why's the sudden change of heart?'' he asked like it was a legitimate question. Blaine shook his head, beginning to get frustrated. ''Why don't we fuck, right there, right now?'' he asked in a breathy way and he sounded desperate. He attached his arms around Blaine's neck, kissing him once again. ''I've missed being with you'' he said between the kisses. Blaine tried to push him slowly, but he just didn't want to let go, so Blaine pushed him hard.

''Enough!'' he roared. ''I don't want to be with you anymore, Sebastian,'' he said sternly. ''Try to understand that,''

''I still don't understand! We used to have so much fun,'' he said with a hint of nostalgia, looking at Blaine sadly. Then, his eyes hardened. ``It's because of that virgin-fuck, isn't it?'' he hissed between grit teeth.

''Don't talk like that about him!'' Blaine defended, turning his back on Sebastian, piercing a hole in the opposite wall with the fire burning in his hazel eyes. He could hear the cruel laugher of his childhood friend.

''My, my… You are defending a guy. That's a new one,'' he said mockingly, but the hurt could be heard in his voice. ''I've never seen you so smitten before… but it's supposed to be the other way around, isn't it?'' His eyes were not a dark green. ''It's a game, Blaine! Wake up!'' he yelled. ''You already seduced him. Now, go and fuck him and be done with it,'' he said coldly. Blaine still didn't turn around, listening to Sebastian's tirade and trying to find a way to just get rid of Sebastian. ''You know…'' he said as he walked towards Blaine. ''We used to enjoy this game. We were too young, obviously, but we watched as your brothers just went and did that game on everyone that meant their fancy. It was quite a show to watch… as much as a sexy doll he makes is he worth it?'' he asked. ''Are you going to waste your entire summer to fake to be in love with him, and to try every day to just have a lay instead of enjoying your days with me and be finally yourself? Because with Kurt around, you're just a clown, ready to get ridiculed by the world. ''

Blaine finally turned and stared at Sebastian. ''First of all, who said I was faking it?'' the surprise and fire in Sebastian's green eyes were showing, but he tried to show otherwise. ''And second of all, I've never felt more myself with him, then in my entire life. He made me realize that there's so much more in life then cars, and big hotels and fancy food.'' His goofy smile he had as he remembered all the things he did with Kurt that he never did before was gone and it was replaced by an angry scold. ''Now, don't tell me who I should hang out with or how I should be,'' he warned, looking dead-serious.

Sebastian scoffed. ''You think he changed you for the better, but you're wrong. You're deluded and he doesn't belong here. The sooner he realized that he belongs in a crappy apartment with cockroaches and his future consist on cleaning the table 5 of a restaurant, the better,'' he finished saucily.

''Seb, you really should go,'' Blaine said between gritted teeth.

''No,'' he said hurriedly, than placed a hand on Blaine's shoulder. ''If you really want to try this whole relationship thingy, then fine. You're going to hit a wall. In the meantime… he doesn't need to know,'' he said huskily. He went to kiss Blaine again, but he turned his head and the lips touched his cheek instead. When Blaine looked at Sebastian, he saw the frustration, betrayal and jealousy. He could be a cruel and manipulative boy but who wasn't in a luxurious world like theirs? But despite his flaws, he was his childhood friend. His hard expression changed.

''Seb, I want us to stay friends. We were before we decided to have sex.'' He said softly, but Sebastian didn't want to hear it. He rolled his eyes.

''I don't want to share you,'' he shrugged. Blaine looked at him for a long moment; he looked sincere.

''You should get dressed,'' he finally said. He didn't even flinch when he looked down to see his penis and gestured to the discarded clothing. ''Now, please leave. I'll see you tonight for diner,'' he said gently, not wanting to trigger another crisis from his friend.

Suddenly, a knock came to the door. ''Blaine? Why's the door locked?'' a soft voice said and Sebastian almost sneered, but Blaine grabbed his arm and pushed him into the bathroom.

''Stay here! And don't talk,'' he warned.

''Why? You don't want your whore to know that you're fucking another guy?'' he asked crudely and Blaine's gentleness was gone and his eyes held only coldness. ''Kurt's not a cheap whore,'' he whispered hastily. ''And I don't sleep with you anymore, get used to it!'' When he opened the door, he was greeted by a smiling man with sparking blue eyes and holding a basket and two coffees.

''Good morning,'' he said in a gentle voice, bouncing on the heels of his feet. Blaine suddenly didn't think about the man hiding in his bedroom, but of the man in front of him. That man was a dream came true, he thought. ''I woke up earlier, that's why I wasn't there. I bought some coffee and breakfasts.'' When Blaine continued to stare at him, he added with a giggle. ''Are you gonna let me in? Or are we having breakfast in the hall?''

''Wha… oh! Of cou…'' then, an idea struck him. ''What about eating outside? The weather's good. We can ride our horses, too,'' a brilliant smile splattered Kurt's face and he nodded gingerly. Blaine closed his door behind him quickly, not wanting to spend more time in his bedroom to take care of his unruly curls. He was going natural, this morning. And he certainly didn't want Kurt to see a naked man in his room.

-X-

''This song is for my good friend, Mister Kurt Hummel,'' Mercedes said with a wink in Kurt's direction as she started singing a beautiful rendition of one of Kurt's favorite soul's song Feeling Good, by Nina Simone.

It was a good night as usual at the hotel. People were chatty, the waiters were impeccable and the food; glorious. Kurt sat with Blaine's family and made sure to only look at Mercedes or Blaine. And Maggie, when she wanted to talk to him. He didn't want to acknowledge Charles or Beatrice.

''She's really good,'' Blaine said as he looked at her friend up on the stage who was dressed in a sparkling blue dress.

''It doesn't take a lot to be loved by you,'' Beatrice said in a bored voice. Her look was both on Mercedes and Kurt when she was saying this, sipping her red wine. He glared at his sister from across the table but Kurt concentrated on her performance, not wanting to miss the song she dedicated to him. He won't let Beatrice ruined it for him.

Once the song ended, Kurt waved at Mercedes before returning to his food. Blaine was murmuring something in his ear that made him blush and giggled. Charles, watching both of them from the far corner of the round table, scoffed and his wife, sitting by his side, elbowed him.

''Leave them alone,'' she said strictly.

''I just can't stand to see this, that's all,'' he muffled behind his glass of wine. He watched the couple closely as they whispered things to each other and smiled at some things that only them could know, only them could understand and it frustrated Charles greatly. Kurt didn't say anything as far as he knew, and it was better this way.

Charles was a cool man; he never got nervous and he was always, always calm. He had control and he had determination, but tonight, he had none of it. Kurt had something in him that pulled his strings and weaken his straight. He felt himself break into a sweat, but swallowed a big gulp of water to calm down.

Kurt, as innocent and kind-hearted that he was, could be the person to break him. It wasn't just about dating his son, but by knowing too much about his family.

``I don't care about it,'' he retorted. ``But he could find so much better. We don't really that Smythe kid anymore,'' he complained. Maggie rolled his eyes.

Maggie would've said that it was impolite to whisper in each other's ear at dinner time, but the sound of Blaine's chuckles was so pure, so fresh. She let them be. She was used to Blaine's snarky remarks, inappropriate language, and outbursts. She'd hope it was only his angst teenage hormones, but as he reached his 22 years and he was still like that, she was afraid she'd lose him. But then, Kurt came around.

''I think they're adorable.'' Maggie said to her husband.

Once the evening was over, Blaine kissed Kurt's temple as people continued mingling and went to do other activities.

''My room or yours?'' Blaine asked as they talk about where they were going to end up sleeping.

''Mm… Yours!'' Kurt responded as he captured Blaine's lips. The curly-haired boy nodded and smiled.

''But go on. I need to speak to Santana,'' Kurt said as he walked towards the kitchens.

He was just glad tonight was over, he thought as he entered the kitchens. He didn't like to dine with Blaine's family for obvious reasons but tonight, it was even more awkward.

Blaine made his way upstairs, using the grand marble staircase, but he was yanked by the arm and swiftly led in an alcove near the stairs where a little table with a status on it was displayed. The three older men cornered Blaine.

''Hey, guys,'' Blaine greeted them, trying to know why they wanted to talk to him in such a private way.

''Hey, little brother,'' Patrick mimicked his greetings, but his voice held an edge in it that Blaine didn't have.

''Did I do something wrong?'' he asked.

''We just want to talk to you,'' Christian said. He placed his hand on Blaine's head and ruffled his hair in a brotherly manner, but the force he used to do it didn't escape Blaine.

''All right… But can it wait until tomorrow?'' Blaine asked. ''You had all diner to say it to me, I think it can wait a little longer,''

''Shut it, smart ass,'' Daniel retorted.

''You're going to join Kurt?'' Christian asked. Blaine nodded slowly. ''Come outside with us. I seriously need to smoke while we talk.''

''Sorry,'' Blaine shrugged. ''I don't smoke anymore, so what you have to say is going to be here.'' His brothers narrowed his eyes.

''You don't smoke? Since when?'' Christian asked, surprised and crossed his arms over his chest. Blaine shrugged again like it was no big deal.

''A couple of weeks ago. Maybe a month and a half?'' he responded with another question. Patrick made a humming sound, like he was thinking about something really, really hard.

''It's a coincidence with the fact that you were hanging out with Kurt, right?'' he said rather bluntly, arching an eyebrow. Blaine was getting annoyed by now.

''Maybe! What's your point?'' he said with a sigh. His brothers could get on his nerves and right now, he just wanted to be upstairs, in his room, with Kurt.

''Sebastian shared with us some interested facts.'' Christian said, ignoring his brother's last remark.

''Look, Sebastian is just jealous because I…''

''...You spend some quality time with Kurt.'' Daniel concluded for him, his straight hair falling into his brown eyes. Before Blaine could speak again, Christian cut in.

''I think the game must come to an end, now,'' he said amused and his other brothers nodded in unison. ''It never been so long with us before and it's fucking tiring,''

''What Christian is trying to say is: Are you going to sleep with him, or not?'' Patrick said impatiently. ''The game is pretty clear. You woo him, you sleep with him and then, you ridicule him. Period.''

''Yeah, Blaine. It's been a long time already!'' Daniel whined. Blaine didn't know what to say or to think. They were all looking at him and gulped, trying to shallow his saliva.

''Uhm… I...'' He took a deep breath, and said the only thing that came into mind and could give him some time. ''You told me I have all summer,'' he said in a calm voice, but inside, he was boiling. Who are they to decide of his relationship with Kurt? Why was he so afraid to say to them; it's not just a game anymore, it's real! But he didn't say anything. His brothers' charm had him under its spell once again.

There was one thing that pulled Blaine's strings, and it was his brothers. They knew how to manipulate him. As much as he could find his brothers annoying, he loved them. He was and always will be the youngest and his only goal he had as he was growing up was to love them and be accepted by them.

He was just freezing on the spot; he didn't know what to say anymore, or what to do. He just needed more time. If he knew what the coincidences would have been, then he would just have stopped the game, stop everything. He didn't know that a small lie to his brothers would hurt anyone; he was wrong.

Christian shook his head. ''It's getting way out of line, Blaine.'' He studied his younger brother and said in a low voice. ''You love him, don't you? You are in a real relationship with him, yeah?'' Blaine shook furiously the head.

''No, no!'' he lied and he could feel the guilt to deny his love for Kurt eating him alive. ''It's just a game, and you know it.''

''Then, prove it,'' Daniel said nonchalantly. ''Sleep with him. Tonight.''

Daniel smiled at him and patted him on the shoulder. ''It'll be fun, lighten up. I've never seen you so tight before,''

''It's just a trip, Blaine,'' Christian said. ''You worry too much and it's eating you alive,''

They gave him a last smile before walking away, leaving a confused young man behind.

-X-

Kurt sat on Blaine's bed, taking off his polish shoes. This dinner was quiet tiring and he just wanted to relax. He signed in ecstasy when his back touched the pillow.

''Big night?'' Blaine asked, smiling. He joined him on the bed as he took off his vest. He was now only in his black slacks and his blue Paley shirt.

''Yeah. Don't get me wrong… in fact, you can; an evening with your family? This was so awkward! Charles gave me these dirty looks, your brothers gave me these funny looks and Beatrice… well, she acted like a slut.'' He said, and then added. ''But Maggie was sweet, though. As usual.'' He said and put a hand to his temple like he had a headache. He sat up straight like a bolt of lightning and turned slightly to be face to face with his boyfriend. ''I'm sorry, Blaine! This is your family and I dump all of this on you. They're not that bad, you know and I…'' he was interrupted by Blaine's deep chuckles.

''It's alright, Kurt. I can't stand my dad either and as for my sister, she's a brat and she is slutty.'' Speaking of his sister, it reminded him of why Kurt was so distant towards her and why she stared at him like he was some insect ready to get killed. ''Which reminds me… why aren't you on speaking term with her? I thought you liked her.'' Kurt shrugged weakly, not wanting to say anything about his meeting with Beatrice and her father. He knew Blaine didn't like them, but he didn't want to add fuel to the fire.

''She's just not the person I thought she was.'' He whispered, because it pained him to admit that a relatively sweet girl he thought she was for years was actually an hypocrite and spoiled little brat that was willing to sleep around to get what she wanted and it disgusted him.

''Well,'' Blaine said, intertwined his hand with Kurt's. ''I'm sorry about them.''

''It's okay. I have someone to distract me through the meal, though.'' He whispered suggestively and giggled when Blaine arched an eyebrow at him.

''Mm… Like that?'' He said, leaning forwards and kissing Kurt's neck. ''Is that what I did earlier?'' he asked huskily.

''W-well,'' Kurt panted. ''You are quite skilled, because no one suspected a thing.''

''That's because they thought I was whispering stuff in your ear but I was actually doing it…'' he said as he nibbled Kurt's lob with his teeth. Kurt gripped the sheets behind him and his back hit the bed again but this time, Blaine fallowed him in his fall and he straddled his waist, continuing to bite at his long neck. Kurt moaned loudly and Blaine stopped what he was doing and took off his shirt in a hurry; Kurt's moans sent shivers down this spine.

When he looked at Kurt again, laying like this on the bed, he was trembling. He stared at his sparkling blue eyes that were so trusted, so loving. He didn't deserve this trust, this love. What he was doing was wrong; he was controlled by his brothers. He was actually in the process of sleeping with this man he gradually had feelings for, to prove his brothers were wrong. To make them believe that he wasn't in love with him and it was still a game, but it wasn't. His feelings, his mind and his lifestyle changed, just for this 19 years old boy who looked up at him with eyes so youthful and happy. He couldn't do this, but he didn't seem to want to stop.

''I want you so much,'' he murmured.

''I want you too,'' Kurt said back. He took off his shirt and Blaine saw his pale and smooth chest. He ran his rough hand on his stomach and the contrast between his tan hand and the paleness of his skin was beautiful. He leaned forwards and captured Kurt's lips in a feverish kiss, rutting his hips with Kurt and making some friction. Kurt moaned again and it brought flashes to Blaine's forefront of his mind. He suddenly heard Christian's voice. Woo him and then, fuck him and leave him. Then, Daniel reply was; I slept with this girl for this game. I just met her and she was a virgin and then, two weeks after, I was banging her. He then heard Patrick's voice. Prove us you don't love him. Sleep with him tonight. We'll take care of the rest.

Prove to us that you are worthy to be an Anderson, a little voice said in his mind and it reminded him of his father.

When he felt Kurt's fingers touching his zipper, he snapped out of his thoughts and he stepped back, breathing heavily. Kurt looked at him with narrowed eyes.

''Blaine?'' he asked, unsure of himself. ''Did I do something wrong?'' he said in a small voice.

''No, no. You didn't do anything wrong. You're perfect.'' He said, taking a big breath and trying to calm himself and his boner down.

''Then, what's wrong?'' Kurt asked and he was now sitting Indian style. ''I was enjoying it. Did you?'' he asked and Blaine could hear the uncertainty and naivety behind his question.

''Of course, of course!'' he said frantically, not wanting Kurt to get the bad idea that he didn't want him at last. ''I just… I just don't want to rush you, you know?'' he said sheepishly.

''You're not rushing me. I want this,'' He grabbed Blaine's wrist, but Blaine's hand went immediately to Kurt's cheek, caressing his cheekbone in a loving gesture.

''I'm just… it's not the right time,'' he confessed. He didn't want to do it because of what his brothers truly wanted. ''I don't want to have this terrible dinner with my terrible family in the back on our minds,'' he told him instead, and it wasn't entirely false. Kurt's eyes softened and he nodded.

''You're right. We don't have to do it tonight. I want it to be perfect,'' he said, giving Blaine a toothy smile and he couldn't resist it; he kissed him.

''It's going to be perfect. This is going to happen when you and I decide it would happen,'' he declared a little forcefully, but Kurt didn't notice it. ''I want you to trust me when I say I love you,'' he said. Kurt nodded slowly, not quite sure what he meant by the force he used to declare his love. ''But in the meantime…'' Kurt heard a zipping noise and saw Blaine unzipping his slacks.

''But Bl-Blaine, you said…''

''You gave me a blowjob, remember?'' At Kurt's jerky nod, he continued. ''I didn't repay you.'' He said huskily and Kurt gulped. He never had a blowjob in his entire life! He didn't know how it felt or how pleasurable it could be. ''Relax, baby. I want you to feel good,'' in that instant, Blaine was relaxed. He was in control. He decided to give Kurt some pleasure, and not the other way around so his brothers could suck it. Once Kurt was naked on the bed and trembling from anticipation, Blaine took him in his mouth and the warm and wet feeling around his penis gave Kurt the most mind-blowing experience of his life. He never felt anything like it. Blaine's hands wandered on his belly and his sides and came to massage his thighs and balls. He was good at it, very good and Kurt knew he had other experiences, but it didn't stop him from enjoying it.

When he did it to Blaine, it was hesitant and slow, but with Blaine doing this to him, it was with no hesitation and he was actually deep-throating him! He threw his head on the pillow and his moans got louder and louder and with each whine and moan, he was quicker and his swipes of tongue were stronger and faster. He gripped Blaine's hair.

''I'm gonna cum,'' he said breathlessly. A few minutes later, he came into Blaine's mouth and he hummed contently.

''So, your first blow-job?'' Blaine asked with a smirk, satisfied with Kurt's reaction. Kurt tasted like heaven. He lay on his back, fully naked except for his boxer and he threw a blanket over Kurt's naked and sainted body and his.

''That was mind-blowing. It was good, really, really good,'' Kurt said as he laid his head on Blaine's chest. Blaine was tightening his grip around Kurt.

''You know I'll never hurt you, you know that, right?'' Blaine asked a few minutes later. Kurt didn't respond right away, finding odd the change in conversation.

''I know,'' he said gently. Blaine nodded like he was trying to convince himself. Kurt slept well that night, Blaine didn't.