Yeah, you know when I said I didn't know where this story was going?
Still true. But this chapter is a bit more seriously.
And, of course, involves a little bit of smut. Just for good measure.

Anyway, reviews would be nice.

And I still don't own Glee. Clearly. And unfortunately.

A Little Bit of Fun Part Four

Kurt walked down the stairs on Saturday night, a glass of white wine in his hand. Noah Puckerman had left about an hour ago, after another round of some loud and incredible sex. When he got into the living room he couldn't help but smirk when he found Blaine sitting on the couch. He was fuming, and didn't look up when Kurt walked into the room.

"I might go out tonight with some friends," Kurt said casually, sipping his wine. "I haven't decided yet. Just giving you a heads up since you'll have to come with me."

Blaine didn't say anything. He just continued to glare in the opposite direction.

"Are you still pissed about earlier?" Kurt asked, rolling his eyes.

"Of course I am," Blaine burst, suddenly staring daggers at Kurt. "You made me sit there and watch you cheat on your boyfriend with his friend, of course I'm still pissed!"

Kurt just shook his head, sitting opposite Blaine on the edge of the coffee table and placing his wine glass beside him. He crossed his legs and folded his arms.

"Jealously really doesn't suit you, Blaine," he said with an arched eyebrow.

"And who said I was jealous?" Blaine said indignantly.

"That massive boner in your pants as you left the bedroom said so," Kurt said simply. "You know, if you'd just joined in or something we wouldn't be having this problem."

Blaine huffed, turning slightly red with frustration. "For the last time, Kurt, I'm not going to have sex with you!"

"But you want to though," Kurt smirked.

"Yes!" Blaine yelled, standing up. "Fine, of course I want to, but I'm not going to! Okay, so you're probably the most beautiful person I've ever seen, but the fact that you're such a spoilt, bitchy slut kind of cancels that out."

"Wait," Kurt said quietly. "You think I'm beautiful?"

"Yes, I do," Blaine said bitterly. "In spite of my better judgement, it goes without saying that you annoyingly beautiful. But you are a terrible person, an awful, pampered little cock-tease with no morals and even less self-respect. You're so used to getting everything you want, but you are not going to get me. Do whatever you want; scream at me, throw a tantrum, hold your breath until you pass out – whatever shit you did when you were a kid and Daddy didn't buy you enough presents for Christmas. It's not going to change my mind, because you really need to get used to people saying no to you."

Kurt stared up at the furious Blaine, clearly taken aback. He took another sip of his wine, before suddenly pulling Blaine closer to him by his waistband, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans surprisingly quickly.

"Kurt, stop it," Blaine said, trying to slap his hands away. "Kurt, no... stop it."

But Kurt didn't stop. He pulled Blaine's jeans and underwear down and took his cock in his mouth, making Blaine cry out. Kurt bobbed his head back and forth, sucking hard and swirling his tongue around Blaine's quickly hardening length.

"Oh God, Kurt... we – we shouldn't," Blaine stuttered, panting. "Stop... ahh... oh, Kurt..."

Blaine began to lose his resolve, and soon his fingers were tangled in Kurt's hair as he thrust into his mouth, encouraged by Kurt's hands squeezing his ass and pulling his forward. Kurt hummed around Blaine's length, relaxing his throat to take as much of him into his mouth as possible without gagging. Blaine was moaning louder and louder, chanting Kurt's name and begging him not to stop. It was so wrong but he didn't care – all he cared about was Kurt's hot mouth and that skilful tongue around his cock. All too soon he was coming hard down Kurt's throat, tugging on Kurt's hair as he cried out. Well, it had been a year and a half. Kurt swallowed around him, before pulling away and drinking the rest of his wine.

Blaine was suddenly overcome with guilt and shame and, above all, confusion, as he pulled up his pants and sat down on the couch. He was surprised to find that Kurt wasn't smirking or anything. He didn't look pleased with himself like he usually did. In fact, he actually looked quite thoughtful.

"You know, no guy has ever called me beautiful before," he said quietly, looking down at the empty glass in his hand. "Not even David and he worships me. He just says that I'm hot and stuff, which is true, but... still. The last person that ever called me beautiful was my Mom. I was eight, and she was dying. She said I was her beautiful boy and then she told Daddy to look after me and, of course, he did. He gave me everything I wanted just so that I wouldn't think about how much I missed her. And then it got to the point where I didn't even think about her at all. I never used to be this selfish and fucked up, but he spoilt me rotten, and ever guy I've ever been with has been the same. They just want to fuck me and buy me stuff, and you're right, it's made me a terrible person. I'm just a possession. David doesn't know anything about me – he probably doesn't even know my Mom died because he's never bothered to ask. I'm not even beautiful to him. I'm not beautiful to anyone, except you apparently."

Kurt finally looked up as if coming out of a trance and saw that Blaine was still sitting awkwardly on the couch, clearly unsure of what to say. Kurt stood up, putting his empty glass back on the table.

"Ignore all that," he said, sounding like himself again. "Just pretend I didn't say anything. I honestly don't know what came over me. Other than you, obviously."

He chuckled to himself, running his fingers through his messed up hair. Blaine was still staring speechlessly up at him.

"I think I will go out tonight," Kurt continued. "I feel like getting drunk and possibly making out with a stranger. I'm going to go call my girls and get ready. You should clean yourself up too, you look a little ravished."

He smirked and made his way out of the room. Just as he got to the living room doorway Kurt turned around and added with a flirty smile "By the way, you taste really good."

Blaine watched Kurt walk away, swaying his hips. Once he was out of the room, Blaine groaned and put his head in his hands. How could he have let this happen? How could he let Kurt just randomly give him a blowjob? Yes, it was amazing, but it was still wrong. But something else was plaguing Blaine's mind too. He couldn't get all of Kurt's sombre words afterwards out of his head. All that stuff about his parents, about no one ever calling him beautiful, it was all so unexpected. Kurt had looked so sad and vulnerable, and Blaine didn't understand how Kurt expected him to just forget about it.

Kurt has always been so ridiculously spoilt, to the point where he didn't even seem like a real person most of the time. Blaine had always seen him as just an arrogant, promiscuous gold digger, but now he was seeing Kurt in a whole new light. Kurt was broken and insecure, and clearly being so bitchy and sleeping around was just a defence mechanism. Blaine didn't know what to think anymore. This was weekend was getting so weird.

Hope you enjoyed, Humble Readers :)
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