Considering I'm not 100% sure where this is going, I really am enjoying writing this fic.
And it's gone all seriously. Go me :)

Anyway, chuck some reviews in my general direction.

And I still don't own Glee. But I'm working on it. Along with my plot to kidnap Darren Criss.

A Little Bit of Fun Part Five

Blaine let himself into the Karofsky house in the early afternoon, sure that Kurt wouldn't be awake yet. They had gone out to a gay bar the night before with Kurt's friends, Santana and Brittany ("I don't have male friends," Kurt had informed him. "Just girls and various fuck-buddies."), and they hadn't gotten back until the early hours. Kurt had drunk an insane amount, and only twice did he actually pay for his drinks himself. He flirted with pretty much every guy that so much as looked at him, and Blaine wasn't at all surprised when all those random guys flirted back – Kurt looked hot that night, in ungodly tight black jeans and an even tighter black shirt, so it was understandable that he was getting a lot of attention.

At one point, Kurt and the girls got up on the bar and danced to the sound of cheers and the deafeningly loud Rihanna song playing through the speakers. He grinded and shook his hips along to the music, throwing teasing smirks at the crowd cheering him on below, Santana and Brittany whipping their hair either side of him. As Blaine looked on, sipping his Diet Coke as he was the designated driver, he finally understood why Kurt had said he'd wanted to be an exotic dancer before he met Karofsky. Even though the girls beside him were wearing a lot less clothing, it was Kurt who was really dancing like a stripper. Blaine wouldn't have been surprised if guys started slipping dollar bills into Kurt's waistband.

Eventually Kurt got his wish. He met a smoking hot Asian guy called Mike or Mick or something, and after drinking and dancing for a while they were soon making out like there was no tomorrow. Blaine was still looking on, probably the only sober person at the club, and wasn't entirely sure how he felt. On the one hand, he was scared that something would go wrong, that Karofsky would find out somehow and he would be the one blamed for Kurt's infidelity. On the other hand, Blaine couldn't help but think of everything that Kurt had said earlier that evening, all that surprising stuff about being a possession and never being seen as beautiful. Surely Kurt was just making out with this random guy are a way of feeling better about himself. Kurt wasn't just a greedy slut, not anymore. There was so much more to him that Blaine wished he could explore, but he had a feeling that Kurt was going to continue suppressing that part of himself by spending money and cheating on his boyfriend, and Blaine couldn't help but be saddened by this.

But deep down there was something else that Blaine was feeling as he watched Kurt make out with that stranger, and it was so much worse than the fear or the sadness – jealousy. Kurt hadn't said a word about the impromptu blowjob that had taken place earlier that evening, even when he was wasted, and Blaine had felt too awkward and baffled to mention it himself. But he couldn't get it out of his head. It was all so wrong, but it had felt so good. It was probably the best blowjob he'd ever had, although he would never admit that to Kurt as he would never hear the end of it (he was still regretting admitting to Kurt that he hadn't had sex in a year and a half). He still didn't really understand why Kurt had done it in the first place, or why Kurt had suddenly divulged all that intimate stuff about his life immediately afterwards, but there was no way he was going to forget any of it in a hurry – which is why it hurt so much to watch Kurt all over some other guy.

The bar closed at 2am, and Kurt had passed out in the car as Blaine was driving him home. It was actually quite easy for Blaine to carry him into the house, up the stairs and into bed without waking him. Kurt wasn't that heavy even though he was taller, and Blaine realised for the first time that he had never actually seen Kurt eat any food since he'd started looking after him. But he didn't dwell on it. He just covered Kurt in a blanket and made his way home.

So now it was Sunday afternoon and Blaine was back at the huge Karofsky house. When he got inside Kurt was already in the kitchen, half asleep with his head in his arms against the counter and still fully dressed in his clothes from last night.

"Hey, Kurt," Blaine said, not too loudly.

Kurt just groaned, not raising his head.

"And good afternoon to you too," Blaine said, chuckling a little before he could stop himself.

Blaine got the largest glass he could find, filled it with cold water and set it down in front of Kurt. Kurt flinched and sat up, as if he'd just been woken up by a loud noise.

"Water is not what I need right now, honey," he grumbled. "What I need is coffee. And a cigarette. And possibly some morphine."

Blaine chuckled again and shook his head. "What you need is some food. Now drink your water and I'll make you some nice French toast or something."

Kurt groaned again. "I have so not got the stomach for food right now. I've been dry-heaving since I woke up."

"Then drink your water," said Blaine simply, searching through the fridge for something to cook.

Kurt rolled his eyes, before sitting up properly and sipping some water.

"I would say that I'm never going to drink again," he said. "But then I'd just be lying to myself. I'll probably do the same thing next weekend. I don't really remember anything I did last night though. How did I get home?"

"I drove you home," Blaine said, as if it was obvious. "I'm your minder, remember?"

"Right," Kurt nodded. "That makes sense. Look, you really don't need to make me any breakfast. I'm not hungry and we can just order take-out or something later when my appetite comes back. Right now I'm just trying not to throw up."

"Fine," said Blaine. "If you insist."

Kurt drank the rest of his water and then lit himself a cigarette, vague memories from last night flashing in his head.

"So what did I do last night?" he asked. "I'm guessing you were sober. I know you nuns don't drink."

Blaine chuckled and shook his head. "You were crazy last night. You and your friends were dancing up on the bar..."

"Oh yeah, that was fun."

"...and pretty much every guy in the place was buying you drinks and coming on to you..."

"Well that goes without saying."

"...and then you were making out with this random Asian guy."

"Oh yeah," Kurt smiled wistfully. "I forget his name, but he was a wonderful dancer. And an even better kisser. "

Blaine could feel that stupid jealously bubbling up inside himself, but he tried his best to push it back. He didn't want Kurt to know how he was feeling, but soon it became clear that he needn't have bothered.

"So I'm guessing that you were dying of jealousy watching me make out with that guy," Kurt said matter-of-factly.

Blaine's insides clenched. "And what would make you think that?"

Kurt smirked. "Well come on. It's like me and Noah all over again, isn't it? Saying you disapprove for dumb moral reasons about not cheating on my crime lord boyfriend and all that shit, when really you want in my pants just as much as the next guy. And you didn't exactly take the moral high ground when I was sucking you off."

"You still haven't explained that, by the way," Blaine said quietly, feeling terrible.

"Why does everything have to have an explanation?" Kurt said, taking a drag of his cigarette.

"Come on, Kurt," Blaine said indigently. "One minute I'm yelling at you and then the next you're randomly giving me a blowjob."

"And you're complaining because...?" said Kurt, rolling his eyes. "For fuck sake, Blaine, it's not like you didn't enjoy it – saying my name, begging me not to stop. You didn't last long either, but I'll put that down to the year and a half of celibacy."

"You didn't give me much choice!" Blaine burst, suddenly feeling livid. "All I'm asking for is some kind of explanation, Kurt! I mean, first your sucking me off for no reason and then all of a sudden you going on about never being called beautiful and just being a possession and..."

"I thought I told you to ignore all that," Kurt interrupted, glaring.

"Well, I can't!" Blaine threw his arms up in frustration. "I can't just ignore everything you said. Now when I look at you I don't just see this unbelievably spoilt, slutty gold digger with no morals or self-respect. Instead I just see this sad, lonely, insecure mess who is so stuck in the routine of being looked after and sleeping around just because it's the only thing you know how to do to feel good about yourself."

Kurt frowned, finishing his cigarette and not saying a word.

"Kurt," Blaine said gently, feeling a bit less angry. "You don't have to keep on doing all this. You don't have to stay with Karofsky if he doesn't really make you happy. You don't have to flirt with every guy you meet, and sleep with the ones that flirt back. You're smart, Kurt, and you have a lot going for you. You're not just a trophy."

"See, that's where you're wrong, Blaine," Kurt said sternly. "I am just a trophy. I don't know how to be anything else. If it wasn't for all the guys that have looked after me in my life then I would literally have nothing. I didn't even graduate from high school. I would go days, weeks without going to a class and Daddy just made excuses for me because he was so fucking terrified that his grieving little boy might be unhappy. And ever since then I've basically been a professional trophy boyfriend. I can't just leave David because I'll be left with nothing, so quit trying to save me, Mother Superior, because there is nothing you can do for me."

He finished his cigarette and stubbed it out, before get up.

"I'm going to go take a shower and get out of these dirty clothes," he said, walking away. "Ordinarily that would be an invitation for you, but for once I'm not actually in the mood."

"Wait, Kurt," Blaine called after him, following him out of the room and stopping him at the bottom of the stairs.

"What?" Kurt said irritably as he turned around.

"Look, I'm not trying to save you," Blaine said.

"Oh, really?" Kurt said with an arched eyebrow.

"No, I'm not," said Blaine. "I just think that you deserve so much better than this."

"And what could be better than this?" Kurt scoffed, gesturing to the grand house around him. "What could be better than sleeping late and shopping all day and partying with my friends and never having to work?"

"I don't know, maybe actual happiness. Not having to act like a glorified prostitute just to get by. Or having someone that genuinely loves you for who you are rather than just treating you like a possession."

Kurt looked at Blaine with a worryingly unreadable expression, before turning and sitting on the bottom step of the staircase. Blaine slowly walked over and sat next to him, making sure there was quite a bit of space between them.

"I'm guessing you want to be that guy," Kurt said quietly. "That guy that saves me and respects me and... loves me."

"Well... yeah," Blaine said nervously.

Kurt looked over at him, his eyebrows raised. "So you're in love with me now, are you?"

Blaine was silent for a second, and then whispered "In spite of my better judgement... yeah."

Kurt shook his head, chuckling humourlessly. "Why the fuck would you be in love with me? I'm awful to you."

"I know you are," said Blaine. "That's why I said it was in spite of my better judgement. I should hate your guts, but I just can't. At first I was just ironically turned on by all that teasing, but things are different now. After yesterday I just don't know anymore. I feel like I need to protect you, and not just because Karofsky told me to. I feel like there's a whole other side of you that you're refusing to let out, and it's that person I think I'm falling in love with."

Kurt was silent for what felt like an eternity, just staring at his hands. Blaine looked over at him, suppressing a sigh as he saw how astonishingly beautiful Kurt looked even though he was hung-over and clearly not that happy. Blaine had never seen anybody as beautiful as Kurt, and he didn't understand how no one else had ever noticed. Maybe it was just because no one else could see behind that shallow exterior to the real unearthly beauty within. Finally Kurt spoke.

"I don't understand how you could be falling in love with me when you haven't even known me for that long. I mean, I'd understand wanting to fuck me after not knowing me for that long, but love?"

"I can't really explain it," said Blaine. "And I don't expect anything from you. I just feel like you should know."

"Well I hope you don't expect me to leave David for you so we can run away together," Kurt scoffed humourlessly.

"No, no, of course not," Blaine shook his head.

"Because I'm not going anywhere," Kurt continued determinedly. "I'm not leaving David for anything. David treats me like royalty. He gives me whatever I want. He looks after me. He would kill for me – he probably has. He would almost certainly kill you if he found out you tried to get me to leave with you."

"Yes, I know," Blaine said with a sigh, shuddering a little. "I'm not going to try and make you leave here just for me. It's not like you would even if you actually could. You don't even feel the same way about me."

"And who said I don't feel the same?" Kurt suddenly said.

Blaine's eyebrows raised and for a while he was speechless. He tried to say something, but all that came out was "Huh?"

Kurt looked at him seriously. He looked as if he was about to cry.

"You're probably the only person in the world that actually respects me," Kurt said softly. "You're the only person that doesn't treat me like an object. There's something about you, I don't know... I just find myself opening up to you without even realising. And any sane person would probably have quit this job and left after all the shit I've put you through this weekend. But you're still here and... I don't think I've ever felt so safe before."

Kurt smiled sadly, a single tear rolling down his cheek, and Blaine's heart was suddenly throwing itself against his chest as he smiled too. They looked at each other, bluey-green eyes staring into hazel, like they were seeing each other for the first time, and suddenly Kurt leaned in a kissed Blaine on the lips. It was it was much softer than the first time he had kissed Blaine. That had just been to tease him, but this... this was different. Blaine sighed and cupped Kurt's face as he kissed him back, knowing that he shouldn't but unable to hold back any longer. The way Kurt was kissing him was so loving and desperate. Soon, after what may as well have been few years, it became harder and more passionate, Kurt licking Blaine's bottom lip and clinging onto the front of his shirt, demanding more. Blaine pushed him away.

"Kurt, we shouldn't," he whispered, Kurt still kissing his cheek and neck. "We can't... Karofsky will be back tomorrow..."

"I don't care," Kurt said desperately, holding on to Blaine for dear life.

Blaine pushed Kurt away again, looking him right in the eye.

"We can't," he said. "We can't do this, Kurt."

He wiped the fresh tears from Kurt's cheek.

"Just so you know," Kurt said shakily. "If it wasn't for David, if I wasn't his property... I would be all yours."

Blaine smiled and had to look away just so he wouldn't start crying as well. He took a deep breath to compose himself.

"Kurt, you should go take your shower and get dressed," he said, trying to sound casual. "Your shirt is all creased and your hair is a mess."

Kurt chuckled, running his fingers through his unruly hair.

"Yeah, you're right," he said, smirking. "Care to join me?"

"I think we both know the answer to that," Blaine said, rolling his eyes. "I'm going to go make you some food."

Kurt shook his head. "You love me so much and yet you won't even join me in the shower. What does that say about you?"

He smiled and arched an eyebrow, kissing Blaine on the corner of his mouth before standing up and rushing up the stairs. Blaine smiled in spite of himself, and he couldn't help but watch Kurt walk away before he made his own way back to the kitchen. Maybe this weekend wasn't so bad after all.

Hope you enjoyed, Humble Readers.
I don't know what's going to happen next, but I'll try not to take too long figuring it out :)