Chapter 4

A/N: So, it seems that some people are a teensy bit unhappy with the amount of lying Blaine's been doing in this story. Basically, although I really like Blaine as a character, he's just a little too squeaky clean for my liking. So, in this story, I'm making him flawed. Quite flawed. And that's just the way it's gonna be!

That said, I loooove hearing your thoughts. Your feedback makes me feel special! :)

I don't own Glee, I don't own these characters, blah blah blah…

And now, it's Blesse time. (Like Chico time, but with more sexual tension.)

Blaine ran a hand through his still-damp hair as he made his way into the foyer. He stopped when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket.

"Hello?" he answered, trying his best to sound like his usual calm, cheerful self.

"Blaine, hi!" came the high-pitched sound of his boyfriend's chipper voice. "So, I know you're spending the weekend with a family friend and everything, but I miss you!" he gushed. "How are you?"

"Fine, I'm fine," Blaine replied, perhaps a little too quickly. "How are you? What are you up to?"

"I'm good, just about to take Carole shopping. She is in desperate need of some new shoes, and my dad gave us his credit card. Foolish man," Kurt giggled. Blaine smiled at the sound. "So, what are you doing today? You didn't give me many details before you left."

"Uh…" Blaine racked his brains for a lie to tell his boyfriend. My god, he was rapidly becoming that guy. "I don't know," he answered (honestly enough). "But… We're actually just about to have breakfast," he continued (honesty-free). "I'll call you later, okay?"

"Okay, okay. Anyway, I have some severe stepmom remodelling to do."

"Right," Blaine chuckled. "Oh, and Kurt?"

"Yes?"

"I miss you too."

"Well, of course you do. I'm fantastic." Blaine laughed loudly at this. God, he really did miss Kurt. How could he have such strong feelings for two people at once? "Bye, Blaine!"

"Bye. Talk to you later."

Stuffing his phone into the back pocket of his blue jeans, he took a deep breath and walked back to Jesse's room. He knew exactly where his friend would be. Jesse always worked out when he was frustrated. Blaine could hear feet crashing down angrily onto the treadmill, which he knew to be located in Jesse's private gym down the hallway.

Collapsing onto the air mattress in the middle of the room, Blaine sighed heavily. He looked up at the bed a few feet away and allowed the memories to drift through his mind.

"Mom! Mom!" the nine-year-old Blaine yelled, skipping into the Anderson kitchen with a frantic expression on his face. "Did you call Maria?"

"It's Mrs. St. James, Blaine," his mother scolded him. "Respect for grown-ups, remember?"

"Okay, okay, Mrs. St. James," he whined. "Did you call her?" He was hopping from one foot to the other, giddy with excitement.

"Yes, Jesse is going to be staying over on Saturday night – that's assuming you are going to be a perfectly-behaved young man between now and then!"

"YES!" Blaine squealed, throwing his arms around her. "I will! I'll be so good, Mom. And then we can play with my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and we can watch Star Wars, and we can…" He babbled on about every possible activity he could imagine them doing, and Karen grinned, occasionally looking up from the recipe book she was studying closely to ruffle her son's mane of curly black hair, or to prevent him from running into the kitchen table as he bounced around it, consumed in his planning for the sleepover.

Her attention was pulled away from thoughts of the perfect chicken curry when she saw her son stop in his tracks, standing entirely still as he asked "Hey Mom, can Jesse sleep in my bed?"

"What?" she responded, "Blaine, why would you want him to stay in your bed? There won't be enough room."

"But when I stayed in Jesse's house last week, I slept in his bed. And there was plenty of room, and it was so much better than sleeping on my stupid own."

Karen regarded her child, perplexed.

"Actually, he has a double bed, so I guess that's why there was so much room. Still, I'm small, I think we'll be able to fit." Blaine folded his arms thoughtfully. "Hang on. I'll go measure!" he said eagerly, bounding out of the room.

Blaine suddenly noticed that the noise of the treadmill had disappeared. Sitting up, he spotted the now all-grown-up Jesse leaning against the doorframe, a towel hanging loosely from his shoulders. They looked at each other for a few moments. It was Jesse who broke the silence.

"Why didn't you tell me about you two?" he enquired quietly. "We've always been totally honest with each other. Or was that all in my head?"

"No," Blaine grumbled, "Of course not." He glanced around the room. He wasn't sure if he even knew the answer to Jesse's question. "I don't know why I didn't tell you. It was the heat of the moment, I guess, and I just…" He stared at his hands, which were now fidgeting anxiously. "I hadn't seen you in so long, you know?"

He heard a sigh come from the doorway. "Yeah, I know." A few seconds later, Jesse had joined him on the mattress, their shoulders almost touching, but not quite.

"I'm sorry," Blaine said earnestly, lifting his head to look into Jesse's eyes.

The older boy's eyes searched his for a moment, deciding whether they were sincere. "I know you are," he said softly, a meek smile appearing on his face.

"Jesse, I don't know what the hell we are, and I don't know what I'm supposed to think about us," Blaine declared, in complete truthfulness. "All I know is, I've fucking missed you this year, and I don't want the first time we've seen each other in months to be ruined by whatever awkwardness the outside world is forcing on us."

The taller of the two snickered slightly. "The outside world? We're not kids anymore, Blaine. We can't just block everything out and hide away together like we used to."

"Why not?" Blaine cried desperately. He was becoming emotional now, and it was beginning to show. "I'm staying here for one more night, then it's back to Dalton with me and back to your awesome new college life with you. I don't know when I'm going to see you again." He stared into the blue eyes which were now watching his every move.

Jesse turned his body towards the younger boy, gently patting his knee. He seemed to be struggling to find the right thing to say, so for a minute or two they just sat there, looking into each other's eyes as Jesse rubbed soothing circles into Blaine's leg. At some point, Blaine's hand moved to rest on the other boy's shoulder, fumbling with the matted, sweaty brown hair at the back of his neck. Then Jesse closed his eyes, breathing slowly and heavily.

"What about Kurt?" he whispered, his hand coming to a stop, gripping Blaine's knee firmly.

"I don't know," Blaine responded. "I just… don't know. Can't we just worry about everything else later?" he begged. "Can't we go back to the way it was, just for an hour or two?"

Jesse slowly opened his eyes. "Blaine," he pleaded, "You know we shouldn't be doing this." He paused slightly, then – "You also know that I can't say no to you." He licked his lips subconsciously, his gaze shifting to the hand Blaine was now running cautiously down his chest, coming to rest on the waistband of Jesse's sweatpants.

"This is the last time," Blaine whispered, moving closer. "I promise."

Jesse groaned as he watched Blaine jerk the towel off his shoulders, tossing it to the floor, and move to straddle him. He leaned down, capturing Jesse's lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue pushing its way into the older boy's mouth. Jesse let himself fall backwards, pulling Blaine with him. Their hands roamed frantically, clutching at the clothes which separated them. Blaine sat up abruptly, pulling his shirt over his head and ogling the gorgeous man beneath him.

Jesse took this opportunity to flip them over, sucking and biting his way down Blaine's chest as their growing erections grinded together. He sat up briefly to allow the shorter boy to pull his T-shirt over his head, then returned to worshipping the bare torso in front of him.

"Jesse," Blaine panted, "God, Jesse..."

Their bodies moved together almost effortlessly. Both had been yearning for this, for each other. Within the nest five minutes, all clothing was cast aside as moans and pants reverberated off the dark walls.

"Jesse," Blaine whimpered – always the more verbal of the two at times like this. The older boy had begun sucking on his inner thigh, no doubt leaving a mark, but wow, it felt good. "I need you… I need… God…" he murmured, his hands knotting themselves in thick brown wavy hair.

Jesse removed his lips from the other boy's skin, resulting in a soft popping sound. He moved back up Blaine's body, kissing him gently on the nose. "Do you… Are you sure about this?" he whispered.

Blaine nodded recklessly, pulling Jesse's head towards him and demonstrating his conviction in a fervent open-mouthed kiss. Jesse pulled away, convinced. Jumping up, he almost leaped to his bedside locker, wrenching the door open and rummaging around, finally emerging with a condom and bottle of lube and making his way back to Blaine.

"Wait!" the younger boy exclaimed, jumping to his feet. He kissed Jesse's neck, his tongue brushing lightly against the skin there. "On your bed," he whispered, taking the taller boy's empty hand and pulling him down on top of the covers they had shared the night before. Dropping the lube and condom onto the bed, Jesse lifted the other boy and set him down again so that he was lying on his back in the middle of the large bed.

As he felt his legs being showered with kisses, Blaine's head buzzed with things he longed to say. He wanted to tell Jesse how perfect he was, and how much he needed him, and how utterly amazing he made Blaine feel. But he couldn't bring himself to voice any of these thoughts – this moment was so wrong and yet so perfect at the same time. He couldn't explain it, but he just didn't want to say anything he might later come to regret – this situation was screwed up enough already.

Instead, he simply whimpered as he felt Jesse's tongue run along his length once, before he stopped, sitting back on his heels and grinning wickedly.

"Not fair," Blaine protested. He sat up, leaning into the muscular chest in front of him and biting on Jesse's shoulder. His hand trailed down the smooth skin of Jesse's tanned chest and began pumping his throbbing member, eliciting a sharp gasp from the mouth now sucking on the shell of his ear.

Jesse moaned and grunted as Blaine's hand sped up, increasing in pressure. Hearing such incredibly masculine, lust-fuelled sounds only aroused Blaine further. His cock was now painfully hard. He tore his lips away from Jesse's shoulder to lick the pre-cum which had formed on the tip of his member.

"God," the other boy gasped, struggling to breathe at a steady pace. Pushing Blaine onto his back, he reached for the small bottle lying only inches away. He slicked his fingers quickly, clumsily. Seeing his best friend in such a state of inelegance never ceased to surprise Blaine. It made Jesse all the more desirable to him.

Blaine cried out as he felt a long, hot finger push inside of him forcefully. He screwed his eyes shut, trying to adjust to the feeling. With his free hand, Jesse stroked his leg comfortingly. "More," Blaine rasped, his eyes still tightly shut. He groaned as Jesse pushed another slicked finger through his entrance. "Please," he begged, "Please, Jesse, God…" There was no hope of him being able to formulate a full sentence, but of course, Jesse knew exactly what he needed. He pushed his fingers deeper inside of him, scissoring them and making Blaine gasp for air. He pumped them in and out of Blaine a few times before adding a third.

Blaine was moaning like crazy now, a string of indecipherable words escaping from his lips. Jesse's left hand moved to grip the skin of the smaller boy's lower back as he plunged his fingers as deep as they would go, grazing his prostate and making the body underneath him thrash and writhe with pleasure.

He swiftly removed his fingers and grabbed the condom, hastily rolling it on as his eyes devoured the sweating body beneath him. Blaine spread his legs as wide as he could, clutching at the no doubt expensive and soon to be ruined bed sheets below him. He opened his eyes, watching Jesse position himself over him, one arm on either side of his body, which was now glistening with sweat. Jesse lined himself up at Blaine's entrance, leaning down to kiss him deeply.

His entire body went rigid as he felt Jesse's thick cock pushing into him, achingly slowly. "Relax," Jesse whined, not stopping until he was fully inside of Blaine. Blaine was once again gasping for air. He stared into the blue eyes hovering over him, half-lidded and gazing dreamily back at him. "Move," he croaked.

Jesse pulled out of him almost fully, then slammed back into him. "Fuck!" Blaine cried. The pleasure was now beginning to conquer the pain. Jesse repeated this motion, his thrusts becoming deeper and rougher as Blaine's moans grew louder. They moved together, Blaine lifting his hips up and shoving back against Jesse's cock as his hand moved to his own.

"Blaine," Jesse panted, "Shit, Blaine, fuck…" They began to move faster, their chests rubbing together as he pushed further into Blaine.

"Oh my God!" Blaine almost screamed, because he couldn't remember anything ever feeling this good. He felt Jesse's cock slam against his prostate once, twice, three times, and now he really was screaming in pleasure. "Don't stop, oh God, don't ever stop!" he roared, pumping his own cock desperately.

Then his vision went white as Jesse thrust once more into his prostate, harder than ever before. His hips jolted upwards violently, still slamming against Jesse's cock as he rode out his orgasm.

A few seconds later, Jesse was coming too. They moved together frantically as they orgasmed, screaming each other's names in ecstasy.

They collapsed into each other, exhausted. Blaine languidly pressed a sloppy kiss to Jesse's neck, before the taller man pulled out of him slowly. Both whimpered slightly as their bodies separated, and Jesse fell onto the bed beside his best friend. Blaine glanced at the bed sheets. They had certainly made quite the mess, but neither had the energy to deal with it just yet. He turned his head, his eyes meeting Jesse's as his mind scrambled to find the right thing to say.

Then he realised – this could very well be the last time they ever did this. If ever there was a time to reject any careful choice of words and say how he really felt, it was now.

"Jesse," he said hoarsely.

"Yes?" Jesse's face was serene and calm.

"I'm in love with you."