It was pouring outside when Kurt looked out of his bedroom window that Saturday. He had gotten a weekend pass to go out and see his folks, thanks to Daniel, but…he just didn't want to leave. It was days like this when he wanted to curl up in front of a fire and read and book or something. Stupid October weather… Oh, well, he could always go see them tomorrow.

Kurt pulled off his scarf and jacket, collapsing onto his bed to stare at the ceiling just as Flint walked in from the shower room.

"Hey," he said. "What's up?"

Kurt made a noise. "Thinking."

"About?"

"Going to the rec room and curling up with a movie."

Flint chuckled. "I thought you were getting out of here for the day since your boyfriend scored you a pass."

"I don't want to have to go out there in the rain for over an hour." Kurt sat up, crossing his legs. "Where is everybody else?"

"Haven't seen them since breakfast. I think Nick, Jeff, Wes, and David went to the rec room. Trent's probably in the library. Thad's…in the gym, maybe? And Blaine—hell if I know. He ditched five minutes after he sat down at breakfast."

Kurt opened his mouth to respond when Jeff came running into the room.

"Okay," the blonde said, "let's go."

"What?"

"Come on! This is seriously the funnest thing ever. I did it all the time back home!"

"What are you talking about, Jeff?"

Jeff rolled his eyes, motioning wildly again. "Just follow me!" he shouted before running out again and down the hall. With a glance at Kurt and a Why not? shrug, Flint followed. Kurt was right behind him.

-0-

"No. No freakin' way."

"Come on, Kurt, you've gotta try it!"

"I'm already standing in the rain in my favorite jeans and one of my only designer T-shirts! I am not sliding down a hill of mud!" Lightning ripped through the sky, followed a few seconds later by the rumbling of thunder. "I'm going inside!"

"Nuh uh," Thad said, grabbing his shoulders. He was standing in nothing but mud-soaked jeans and a sports jersey. "Sit."

"Never."

"Fine." Thad grinned before kicking him behind the knees and sending him sprawling down the hill.

A few minutes later when Kurt was back up there again, followed closely by Flint, Wes, and Jeff, who had gone down after him, he made a bitch face at Thad…before bursting promptly into laughter and grabbing the still slightly clean Trent to go down with him again.

Nick looked around after they'd gone down. "Hey, did anyone ask Blaine?"

-0-

Blaine slammed the door of the cab, checking his watch. It was 9 in the morning. His mother would be awake.

"I'll only be ten minutes," he told the driver.

"Fare's still running."

He only grunted in response, running up the walk to the door. A few seconds later, his mother was standing there. Her mouth fell open.

"Blaine."

"I just came to say something to you and Dad."

"Blaine—"

"Is he up?"

She nodded slightly. "I…yes." He made a motion with his head and she turned, calling her husband's name into the house. A few moments later, he appeared in the doorway.

"What is it, Karen? Oh. Blaine."

"Mom, Dad…" He took a deep breath. "I'm gay. You've never heard me say it—you both knew, obviously, but… There it is. I'm gay." Neither one of them said anything. Blaine's mother shifted awkwardly, leaning into her husband. "You know that was why I was getting bullied. You also know that if I hadn't started fighting back, I could've been dead by now."

His mother gasped. "Blaine—"

"I'm angry and pissed off all the time because you guys didn't stick up for me. I beat kids up and smoke and drink and lie because you guys didn't help me. Instead, you sent me away to a private school so that you didn't have to deal with me being gay and now I'm at a reform school because you guys can't sit down with me like normal adults to try to understand where I'm coming from. It's not a phase. I'm not mental. I like dudes. And so you can either get over it and treat me like a son again, not that you really ever did in the first place, or you can go fuck yourselves."

"Blaine!"

"You know why I'm screwed up? You know why I'm a delinquent? Because you two are awful, awful parents."

Mr. Anderson's nostrils flared. "Blaine."

"Yes, Father?" he spat.

"You are stepping way out of line, young man."

Blaine laughed. "Hey, Dad—you didn't care when I brought home a girl for dinner in freshman year because we were project partners, but the second I told you guys I was going out with a guy to a movie and dinner, you guys started suspecting, and the dirty little secret was that he and I were just friends! So, no, I'm not out of line. You guys have been treating me like shit since before I even knew I was gay." He took a breath and stared at his dad. "By the way, Pops? Gay sex is awesome."

-0-

The boys were laughing as they made their way back inside of the building, all of them dripping water, mud clinging to their clothes.

"Kurt?"

Kurt spun, looking towards the noise. "Hey!" he said, blushing slightly. Daniel arched an eyebrow and Kurt laughed. "Um, mud sliding. Y'know. Being immature teenage boys." Daniel's tongue went to his cheek as he smiled, nodding.

"Uh, we'll be going now," Flint said, grabbing the backs of David's and Wes' shirts as they wolf-whistled. "Later, Kurt."

"Yeah," Kurt mumbled. "Later."

As they walked farther down the hall and to the stairs, Kurt looked at Daniel.

"So…"

"I like this look."

Kurt's eyebrows shot for the sky. "Really?"

"Yeah." Daniel smirked. "You're very cute with dirt on your nose."

Kurt laughed, biting his lip. "Thank you."

Daniel leaned forward. "Anytime," he whispered. "I'll see you later?"

Kurt cocked his head, pulling back to meet the older boy's eyes. "You going somewhere now?"

"I'm grading papers for some teachers through lunch and afternoon for a while but I'll text you after." He grabbed Kurt's bicep, squeezing. "Until then."

Kurt watched him walk towards the door and pop open his umbrella, humming as he stepped into the rain.

"How cute."

Kurt spun around. "Oh. Hi, Blaine. What, uh… How long were you there? And where were you? The guys looked everywhere to get you to join us."

A hand came out of Blaine's pockets to run a hand through his damp hair. "Took a walk after breakfast."

"For four hours?"

Blaine shrugged. Kurt's eyes narrowed, taking in the figure before him. He frowned. "Is that a cigarette?" he asked, pointing at the white tube behind Blaine's ear. Without waiting for an answer, he reached forward and grabbed it. "You shouldn't smoke."

"I couldn't. It's wet now."

"Give me the rest," Kurt said, holding out his hand.

"I don't have them on me. But even if I did, you wouldn't get them." He ran his eyes over Kurt, smiling. "He was right about one thing. This is a very good look on you."

Kurt rolled his eyes, walking towards the stairs, tossing the cigarette into a bin as he passed. Blaine fell into step next to him.

"So is Mr. Derek a good kisser?"

"Blaine, what are you doing?"

"You said we're friends now. I'm being friendly."

"You're being patronizing and bitchy."

Blaine hummed deeply for a moment. "Alright," he said as they began climbing steps. "Kurt, how did your evening with Daniel go last night?"

"Ah, you remembered his name." Kurt smiled softly. "It was nice. We went to the rec room and watched Moulin Rouge. We really only talked, though."

"What a waste."

"Excuse me?"

Blaine shrugged. "It's waste. To talk. You're obviously attracted to him and he's obviously attracted to you—who wouldn't be? What's the point of talking when you could do something else?"

"Are you trying to convince me to have sex with him?"

Blaine's jaw clenched at the thought, his hands forming fists. "No. I just mean…he hasn't tried anything on you?"

"No. Not all guys are you, Blaine."

"I know. It's sad, isn't it? Only one of me for all of the men to share."

"You certainly enjoy sharing."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Exactly what it sounds like."

"Are you calling me a man whore?"

Kurt smirked, stopping at his door. "Yeah, actually; I think I am."

"I'll have you know—"

"Kurt!" Both boys looked down the hall where Flint was running towards them. "Hey. Okay, so, no way are we going into our dorm like this. I don't want to clean that floor. I already got shower heads started—the other guys are there."

Kurt nodded. "Okay."

"Hey, Blaine," Flint said, acknowledging the curly-haired boy. "Looking…wet."

"Thanks. Looking muddy, Flint."

Flint winked, grinning. "Yeah. Wish you could've joined us. It was fun."

Blaine looked back at Kurt. "Seems like it."

"I'm gonna go shower now," Kurt said quickly, feeling flushed and exposed. He avoided eye contact with both of them, slipping past to the shower room.

Blaine let Flint follow the dirty brunette and hummed Twinkle, Twinkle to himself before heading that same way. He paused at the corner, peaking around. Kurt was standing in the doorway, pulling off his T-shirt. Blaine's mouth watered at the flash of stomach he showed before tugging his wife beater down. Wow, but he was gorgeous. Tiny waist, hairless stomach, and his arms… Wow. Everything was made even more appealing by the semi-dried dirt on his skin and clothes. He was really, really hot. His dick gave a twitch of approval.

Kurt's pecs could be seen through the shirt. His face was scrunched up in disgust at the dirt, which only made the picture a very enticing combination of sexy and adorable, like he could have intensely hot sex with him for hours and then just cuddle with him afterwards.

After only a moment more, Kurt stepped farther inside the room. Blaine lost the visual, but that didn't mean his brain was supplying plenty: Kurt stripping off the white wife beater; Kurt kicking off his filthy jeans; Kurt sticking his thumbs under his briefs and pushing them down. And then, even more torturous: Kurt under the steaming water of the shower; Kurt carefully caressing every inch of his own skin to get the dirt off. Soapy, sudsy, pink, and wet…

Blaine swallowed. He couldn't do this. He couldn't let his hormones be the boss of him. But it was too tempting for words…

He forced himself to leave. He forced himself to turn and walk back down the hall, back to his room. For now, he would maintain self control. He'd let Kurt be friendly with Daniel…up to a point. He wasn't sure where his breaking point was. But no matter what, he had the fact that he was Kurt's first to some extent. And that knowledge would tide him over until he could be other firsts for him as well.

Blaine, you're being possessive.

He pushed the thought away, fuming. He didn't care if he was being possessive. It didn't matter. What did matter was one thing, and one thing only: getting Kurt to like him again.