Kurt had been in his room for the past hour stretching and then doing some barre exercises—at least ones he could manage in the small space his room provided—with his desk chair. He knew he had great turn out, but he couldn't help but feel a big insecure when Mr. Goya had pointed something out to him this morning in class. He knows that rationally he should be thinking that Goya just wants a raise out of him, he wants to try and break him; but, something about the man gave Kurt the vibe that he was serious, and that Kurt should listen to everything he said with bated breath. Of course, he would never tell anyone that.

He was facing out towards his window, watching people milling in the promenade from his eighth story window, thanking his non-existent god that his roommate had decided to go over his monologue in the main building—Kurt couldn't help but feel self-conscious practicing with him in the room, and he didn't have the nerve to kick him out. He was on okay terms with David and wanted to keep it that way; nothing says distracting like a roommate quarrel that he would have to deal with the rest of the year. No, Kurt Hummel would rather stay politely aloof.

As he worked into a grand battement and threw his leg to the side, he accidentally knocked over the lamp on David's desk and the bang startled him; but, it was the barely controlled laughter from behind that made him whip his head around.

"Cass, you scared me."

When Cass couldn't control his laughter long enough to get a sentence out, Kurt took one of the sky blue throw pillows off of his bed and threw it at the sophomore.

"Cass." Kurt's notorious death glare was the only thing that could get the older boy to contain his chuckles and get serious.

"Sorry, Kurt. I know you don't like being disturbed but you've been working in here for over an hour and I'm bored." Cass jutted his lip out in a puppy dog pout. Kurt shook his head, but Cass could see the remnants of a smile creep up onto his face.

"I'm sure you have many other friends that can entertain you." Kurt said, pointedly grabbing his chair and going back to his exercises, though no longer kicking in fear of hitting Cass. Before he could get very far, though, he felt Cass incredibly close behind him, whispering in his ear: "Yes, but by far you are the most flexible and sexy. And you're the only one whom I can do this to," he said while grabbing a handful of Kurt's ass to emphasize his point. Kurt took his hand from the chair and slapped Cass' where it was resting on his ass, as a blush overcame his face, determined to pass his icy exterior.

"I'm trying to concentrate," Kurt said without turning around.

"Okay, you want to practice, keep going. I'm just here for corrections."

Kurt scoffed, "I don't need corrections."

"Really, then why have you been practicing a simple barre routine for the past hour."

Kurt rolled his eyes and sighed, relenting by going back into fifth position, aligning his posture, and staring straight ahead. He began by doing a set of tendues devant, a la seconde, and derriere, trying hard to concentrate on everything but Cass's steady warm breathing in his ear, and his left arm wrapped around and nestled on Kurt's sternum, and his right floating on his lower back, dangerously close to his ass. Kurt knew that he wasn't going to get anything done like this.

"Tendue out to second and go into plie for me, Kurt," Cass whispered softly into his ear. Kurt shuddered at the soft command, but complied immediately, trying his damndest to think of the most unarousing things, not wanting to let Cass win this game.

Kurt held his plie for a few seconds before Cass ran his hands up and down his chest, "adjusting" his posture, when really was paying more attention to the feel of Kurt's abs under his shirt. Cass's left hand slipped under his shirt and Kurt's legs began to shake.

"Cass, are you done 'adjusting'? Cause this is not the most comfortable position," Kurt said as evenly as possible as Cass' hand began to circle around his left nipple.

"Endurance, Kurt," Cass clucked, but relented, drawing his face back closer to Kurt's so he could again whisper into his ear. "Back into fifth, baby," Kurt huffed at the name but did as he was told, and before he could do anything more, Cass' right hand snaked out around his waist and cupped Kurt through his tights. Kurt immediately took in a sharp intake of breath and pushed himself back into Cass' body behind him. Cass didn't move his hand, but only clucked his tongue, "Now, now, Kurt, this is not the posture of a ballet protégé." And Kurt couldn't even give him one of his signature death glares because Cass had started slowly moving his hand at different pressures, and Kurt seemed only able to think with his dick.

As Cass' movements sped up a bit, he snaked his other hand under Kurt's shirt to toy with his nipples, causing Kurt to let out a barely contained moan as he relaxed even further into Cass' and where he now was able to feel the older boy's hard dick.

Cass pushed his hand into Kurt's tights and clucked his tongue at the feeling, "No dance belt today, Kurt? How scandalous." And took his now almost hard cock into his hand, swiping up and down the shaft a few times before beginning to kiss the back of Kurt's neck.

"Cass…ugh…can we please…can we at least lay down?" Kurt asked breathlessly as he tried to make his way over to the bed, but Cass's arms around his body restricted him.

With one last swipe, Cass took his hand out of the younger man's tights and Kurt turned around to seek more of the pleasure that had just been coursing through his body.

"Sorry, babe, but I've gotta go now anyway. I've got rehearsal in 10 minutes and I'm not changed or stretched." Cass said, giving Kurt a chaste kiss on the lips before turning to leave.

"You're just gonna leave me like this?" Kurt asked incredulously, causing a tiny smirk to appear on Cass' face. "Since when have you been one to turn down sex?"

"When it's the difference between me passing and failing a class, I start to have priorities." At the put out look on Kurt's face, Cass chuckled and kissed him once more before opening the door. "Think of me when you jerk off," were his only fleeting remarks. And then, Kurt was alone, hard and wonton in his room by himself. He let out a huff of annoyance and went to lock the door.

…

"Coop, I'm not a babysitter."

Blaine was rushing around his apartment, searching for one of the shoes that had mysteriously been missing from his closet.

"Squirt, I know—"

"Don't call me that"

"Jeez, okay, Blaine. I know that it's not convenient and I don't want to have to abuse my older brother privileges…"

Cooper's rambling was cut off by a resounding "Yes!" Blaine made triumphantly when he found his shoe under the couch. He was quick to put it on and then rush back to his room to finish his hair.

"Blaine…BLAINE!"

"What, sorry? I put the phone down for a second to try and find my hair gel."

"Dude, I know this is annoying, but I need you. We're family and brothers do this for each other. And he really wants to spend time with you."

"Coop, Sam is nine months old. He can barely say my name let alone express his want to be near me."

Blaine applied a small amount of gel into his curls and tousseled them gently. He quickly turned on the sink with his elbow and washed the gel off his hands as he balanced his cell phone between his shoulder and ear.

"Blaine, I don't think you're grasping the seriousness of my situation. Karen and I haven't had a weekend to ourselves in months. And then before Sam was born she was pregnant forever. And, Bee, she has her smokin' hot bod back now and we seriously need some alone time." Blaine had to chuckle at that. It's true, his brother's wife Karen was attractive. He was gay but along with Rachel McAdams, she, for a second, caused Blaine to question his sexuality. But, only ever for a second because then he got around to thinking about vaginas and boobs and just—ew.

"Blaine? I'm taking your silence as a positive sign…"

Blaine covered his face with his hand as he stilled from his preparation for a moment, thinking. Finally, he gave his brother the answer he wanted to hear.

"Yes, okay Cooper. Yes. I'll babysit your child while you go and have sex with your smokin' hot wife."

"Yes," Cooper did a mini-celebration over the phone and Blaine could tell that his brother was probably jumping up and down in place, "thanks, Bee, you don't know how much this means to me."

As Cooper continued his rambling, Blaine looked at himself in the mirror and thought, Your 30-year-old, married-with-kids brother is getting more action than you. There's definitely a problem here. But, he just shook his head and tried to continue on for the rest of the conversation with Cooper.

"Okay Bee, I'll drop Sam off at 10 tomorrow morning. And then Karen and I should be home around dinnertime on Sunday." Blaine heard the screaming of what could only be Samuel Anderson over the phone and knew that their conversation would be coming to a close.

"Duty calls," Cooper soon proclaimed, "thanks again, bro. I owe you one."

"Yah, you do. But yah, go calm your child. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

As soon as Blaine hung up, he glanced at the time on his home screen, having a mini-freak out when he saw it was already 10:15. He was supposed to meet his friends at the club on 52nd in fifteen minutes and he still didn't have a shirt on.

He quickly ran to his closet, picking out a sleek Armani black button up to go with his black slim-fitting pants with a turquoise belt to add some flair. Picking his grey pea coat off the rack, he left his bedroom. Looking in the mirror once and fixing his hair, he grabbed his keys, wallet, and cell before shutting off the lights and bounding out the door. Blaine Anderson would be damned if he didn't get some tonight.

A/N: Hi everyone. I know A/N's are so annoying but this one's short, I promise. I would just like to thank everyone for reading and for the general positive response. If you are so inclined, reviews make me happy and I'm even open to suggestions. I know a lot of you probably got to this story through Lean On Me, but if you haven't read that, go over to my profile and read it cause I'm really proud of it and it has wayyy more chapters so far, so you'll be entertained for longer. Phew. Okay, I'm done. Thanks again!