Chapter: 4

"...and then boom! I'm dead!" Sam shouted. Everyone at the table laughed. Sam Evans was sitting next to Mercedes Jones, who was sitting next to Noah Puckerman, who was sitting next to Kurt Hummel, who was sitting next to Blaine Anderson, who was sitting next to Jared Kris. Finn couldn't make it, because he was over his girlfriends house. Everyone was sitting close together in the round booth at Breadstix. It was a Monday afternoon.

Jared was holding onto Blaine's hand, sneaking his other hand up and down his thigh a couple times. Blaine was kind of tense sitting so close to Kurt, with what happened the past four days.

"Hey Blaine, come here." Kurt said walking into Sam's house. They hand just got done practicing a few songs. Blaine let go of Jared's hand and told him he'd be right back. He walked into the house and looked around for Kurt. "I'm in here." A voice said. Blaine followed it and it lead him in a game room. Kurt was sitting on top of the pool table, legs crossed, staring directly at Blaine.

"Do you want me to.. Close the door?" Blaine said, patting his stomach firmly. Kurt nodded and hopped down.

"I think your cuter with those curls of yours." Kurt said fixing his hair in the mirror. His hair wasn't spiked today, it was up in a quiff. He was, like always, wearing the tightest jeans ever, but was wearing just a plain white shirt. Blaine had is hair gelled back again and was wearing a plaid shirt with a vest over it, tucked into his shirt. His jeans were tight too, but not as tight as Kurt's.

"Uh thanks," Blaine said rubbing his hair slightly. "Is that... Why you wanted to see me?" Blaine leaned against the pool table, crossing his arms. Kurt turned around.

"No, Blaine." Blaine mentally moaned when Kurt said his name. "I needed to see you, because-" Kurt stopped talking because Blaine had dropped the ball he was rolling around on the pool table and bent over to pick it up. Kurt moaned softly causing Blaine to stand up quickly and look at him. His cheeks were a dark red.

"Uh, Kurt..." Kurt came over and placed his hands on his shoulders. He leaned in slowly, but Blaine came in and kissed him. They started out slow, but then Blaine picked Kurt up and places him on the pool table.

"Feisty, aren't you?" Kurt said unbuttoning his jeans. And Blaine didn't care. Because he wanted Kurt so bad. He knew he did when he first saw him. They continued to kiss when they were lying on the pool table naked. Kurt rolled over on top of him. He began to make his way down, but Blaine stopped him, breathing heavily, blushing like mad.

"Use your hands... I- I want this to last."

"You have to know that my hands," he rubbed his hands down Blaine's thighs. "And my tongue," he liked Blaine's inner thigh. Blaine moaned at both the touches. "Have one thing in common. To please you." Kurt started to kiss his way down. Blaine stopped him again.

"Not- not here. Is there somewhere private we can go?" Kurt sighed, because he was already hard, and he would have to wait to get inside of Blaine. Or vise versa. They put their clothes back on, in silence and awkwardness. As soon as they were dressed Blaine tried to grab Kurt's hand, but he pulled away.

"What are you doing!" He whispered loudly. "You have a boyfriend out there. We can't walk hand in hand." Blaine got tense. He had forgotten all about Jared. Then he got sick. "Besides, we shouldn't. Even though I want you so bad, you'll always pick him over me" Kurt walked out, throwing his hands on his head.

Blaine felt bad. Even though Jared had screwed around with other people, that was before they started dating. But he felt bad for Kurt. What did he mean that he would always pick Jared?

***
The same thing happened for three more days. Kurt got Blaine hot. Before they would even actually touch each other Blaine would chicken out, or Kurt would get mad that he couldn't have Blaine to himself.

Well now that they were at Breadstix, everything felt normal.

"Why'd the chicken cross the road?" Blaine said. Everyone stated at him.

"No, hotness. Don't do those." Mercedes said a little smile on her face.

"I'm still trying to get used to you guys." Blaine whined playfully.

"Don't worry. Saturday, Sam and I will take you shopping, to look like us. And maybe get a hair cut, so you can put a little gel in so we can actually see those curls, Kurt's been telling us about. Hey and maybe Kurt will come too." Puck said elbowing Kurt in the side. Kurt stood up and left the booth to go to the bathroom.

"Shopping? For what?" Blaine asked.

"You can't be wearing vests with us Blaine. You gotta be rocking with us. Point is, we want you in our band. Jared tells me your a killer singer. And that you play guitar." Puck raises an eyebrow at Blaine.

"I'll think about it." Blaine said softly. Jared and Sam left after that, to go to his car for a smoke. Blaine excuses himself and went to the bathroom. Since they were the only people in the restaurant. He opened the door and stopped breathing. He heard moaning coming from one of the stalls.

"B-Blaine. Ohh, Fuck." Someone whispered. Blaine closed and locked the door.

"Kurt?" He said. There was a crash like someone fell and hit the toilet paper dispenser. Kurt came out of the stall, red faced and a huge bulge in his underwear. His pants were somewhere in the stall.

"Oh.. Blaine..I" Kurt turned around and laid his head on the wall. He hesitated with what he was about to say. He heard a belt unbuckle, but continued to stutter with his words. Blaine looked at the bubble butt, Kurt was providing and grunted, pulling his pants down. He threw off his shirt and came over to Kurt. He turned him around and Started kissing him. Kurt thrusted his tongue in Blaine mouth, who opened invitingly.

Kurt ran his hands through Blaine's gelled hair, allowing some curls to pop out. Kurt roamed his hands on Blaine's ass, squeezing it lightly.

Blaine only had sex four times already with Jared the last two days. Once, he caught himself moaning Kurt, but Jared, gladly, didn't hear him. Only once was Blaine a top, Jared had wanted to see what that felt like. He hated it. Blaine was fine having someone pound into him.

"Are we going to do this?" Blaine found himself asking.

"If you want. Because I want you."

"I want you too!" Blaine kinda shouted. Kurt shut him up with a kiss that only lasted a second, before Blaine sat Kurt down on the counter. "Do you have condoms?" Blaine asked.

"Why would I.." Kurt stopped. "Do you bottom?"

"I do both, but I usually bottom.."

"Look it doesn't matter, we don't need one." Kurt pulled Blaine in for a kiss, pulling both of there boxers down. He looked down at Blaine, cheeks a pink color. Blaine was already hard, his cock curving slightly to the right. And boy was it long. Blaine pulled Kurt towards him and started rubbing his hard cock on the boys thigh. Kurt sucked at his neck before letting out a moan when Blaine started to pump him.

Blaine also observed Kurt's. his was a pale white, but darker than his skin. "Are we-"

"I'm going to ride you." Kurt said.

"O-okay."

"Oh, fuck! Kurt!" Blaine shouted. Kurt was panting wildly on top of Blaine. He was bouncing up and down in a fast pace pushing his hands into Blaine's curly hair. Every time Kurt sent down, Blaine thrusted up, earning to hear one of Kurt's high shrilled moans.

"B-Blaine, ugh shit. Your so big! I can't- I can't make it. I'm so close!" Blaine was close too, so he started pounding into Kurt as hard as he could. They both came at the same time, Blaine I side of Kurt.

Kurt leaned down and started kissing Blaine, right before they fell asleep.

"What's taking then so long? The foods here." Jared said fiddling with his fork. Everyone shrugged.

"Maybe they're having sex or something." Puck said, winking over at Jared.

"Don't fucking say that. Blaine would never, he's such a sweetheart." Jared picked up his beer and chugged it down. Puck looked around nervously.

"Go look for them, Puck." Mercedes said. He nodded and left.

Once he got to the bathroom door he tried to open it. "What thank you hell?" He looked through his wallet and took out his lock picks. He quickly opened the door up and stepped inside. "Oh shit..."

"Can I trust you?" Kurt said parking his car on the side of the road. He looked over to Puck and he nodded. "Blaine and I, we've tried having sex with each other, but neither of us can go through it. He clearly wants to, but then He doesn't. And I definitely want to, but I know I shouldn't because me and Jared were like best friends since we were kids. And I'm in Love with him."

"Bro, you can't do that!" Puck said running his hand through his Mohawk.

"He's the one that kissed me first." Kurt crossed his arms, staring out the window.

"You know if Jared finds out-"

"I know what will happen. So what he always brings in boyfriends? And what I'd they fall for me? And he'll get mad and 'leave' the band. Puck, I can't help everyone wants to fuck me. But I'm telling you, Blaine is different. He's so sweet, and nice, sometimes funny. Those hazel eyes of his. They're like, swirls of honey on an autumns day. And his curls are so bouncy. It get me-"

"Hard? Kurt come on. I've never heard you talk about someone like this."

"That's because Blaine is different."

"How different from all the other boys you fucked and left?"

"Are you calling me a cockslut?" Kurt turned his head towards puck a smile on his face. "Because if you are, your right." He sat up a little and put the car in drive. He waited a little before he answered Puck's question. "Blaine, he's so... Hot! Like he's toned for a freshman and I know we are all juniors besides Finn and Jared. He's so gentle when he touches me. He- I knew I fell for him when the garage door opened."

"Well, when Jared breaks up with him after he hears you two had sex, you can have him. But for right now, you can't."

Kurt slammed on the breaks. "First off how will he know. You won't tell him. I'll make sure. Second, we didn't have sex, yet. Third, even if Jared dumps him, which he won't, Blaine and I aren't going to date."

"What if he tells? And how do you know for sure they aren't going to?"

"He won't." All Kurt Said before he sped off down the street again, going to their official manager to drop Puck off to see if he could get them a gig.

"What about my other question?"

Kurt sighed. "They won't because Blaine held back. Like he didn't feel right. He was meant for Jared, not me. And I am not a fan of commitment. Now get the hell out of my car." Kurt pulled into an empty parking lot, and grinned over at Puck.

Puck smiled back exiting the car and walking up the steps of some old building. Kurt ran his hands through his spiked hair and sighed.