a/n: thanks to Britt for looking over this for me xoxo

The next morning Cooper found them already up, Blaine making coffee while Kurt sat on the couch, his cheeks flushed as he played with the hem of Cooper's pants. His hair was adorably tousled and he rubbed at his eyes sleepily. Cooper didn't miss the shy but fond looks Blaine shot him over the countertop.

His boys…

"Good morning," Cooper greeted them cheerily. Kurt looked up with a start, but Blaine simply waved, smiling gently. Cooper ducked kisses on both their foreheands and Kurt blushed deeper, shying away a little at the contact. "Sleep well?"

"My neck hurts," Blaine complained and Cooper chuckled, embracing him from the behind, dotting kisses across the knots in his spine.

"So what do you want to do today, boys?" Cooper asked, snaking his arm around Blaine to reach for a mug he'd poured for him. "I think we need to pay a visit to the shops at least. Gotta get Kurt some clothes…"

Kurt's eyes visably brightened and something sweet in Cooper stirred.

"Do you like clothes, Kurt?" Cooper asked conversationally. Kurt smiled, a little bashful still, but brighter than before.

"A lot," he admitted softly. "I'd like to go into fashion maybe… or… well…"

"Or what?" Blaine prompted. Kurt avoided his eyes.

"Performing."

Blaine's eyes widened with delight. "Me too!" he gushed. "You should join the Warblers – they're our school show choir, at Dalton – you'll be going there too, right? I mean, when school starts again – they're really good, and you're really good too – Wes'll be ecstatic…"

He cut off suddenly, blushing as he realised he'd been rambling.

"I'll tell you what," Cooper said, cutting through the awkward silence in his usual warm way, "you boys finish your breakfast and I'll take you to the shops and Kurt can buy all the clothes he likes while Blaine gives him the full rundown on all the Warbler drama he'll need to know." He shot Blaine a wink as he blushed.

"I like that plan," Kurt offered softly, smiling shyly up at Blaine who only blushed deeper.

"It's settled then," Cooper declared.

Cooper didn't miss Blaine's private grin.

As the day passed, Cooper quickly learnt that Kurt wasn't like Blaine at all.

Or at least, the similarities were few and in-between. Kurt was bolder than Blaine was, more sure of what he wanted. And yet, less so, in that he shied away from the constant offer of physical contact they provided him with.

It was rather conflicting, to say the least.

And a little upsetting for Blaine, whose face fell awfully every time he shrugged away from his arms, when Blaine would try and rest it on the back of his chair, or press a warm palm to his knee. He was a little less nervous contact-wise around Cooper, but that only made it worse.

Cooper just wanted to make him comfortable with both of them.

This was easier said than done.

The afternoon was spent buying Kurt clothes, and new ones for Blaine too. Kurt seemed fond of the skinny jeans and soft scarves, handsome vests and boots, too. Cooper was able to help him out with that in ways he could never help Blaine, who still cast longing eyes at the suspenders rack without quite having the courage to buy a pair.

(Cooper made a mental note for the upcoming Christmas).

After clothes they bought Kurt some new stationary and school things before they headed to the grocery store. Cooper wasn't too surprised to find that Kurt listed his favourite foods as various fruits and vegetables, yoghurt, chicken – healthy things. He did have a lovely body, of course, and Cooper was happy to adhere to his recommended shopping list.

He had to admit himself quite partial to his body.

It really was lovely.

After all their shopping they were all sleepy, so they decided to stay home for dinner. Blaine got Kurt to teach him how to make spinach fettuccine and Cooper watched them work fondly, marvelling at how quickly Kurt was adjusting to life here.

If only he'd adjust as quickly to them.

After dinner they all sat in front of a movie again, but Kurt managed to make it through till the end.

And then there was the matter of sleeping arrangements.

"We can set you up in the spare room if you'd prefer," Cooper offered, "but Blaine usually just sleeps in my bed, with me."

"Oh," Kurt mumbled, with a little blush. "I…"

"You don't have to stay with us," Blaine said gently. "We just want you to be comfortable here."

Ducking his eyes shyly, Kurt twisted his hands nervously. "Maybe I could stay in the spare room…?"

Blaine's disappointment was palpable, but Cooper gave Kurt a warm smile.

"Of course," he said softly, "let me just change the sheets for you…"

Hours later, with Blaine wrapped up in his arms, Cooper was sleeping soundly when a knock on the door broke him from his dreaming. He woke with a start, sitting up and flicking on the lamp to see him, leaning on the doorframe, rubbing at his bleary, tear stained eyes.

"Nightmares," he whispered brokenly. Cooper felt sympathy well up instantly in his chest and he opened his arms. Kurt stumbled across the room, falling into them gratefully, his sobs waking Blaine up from beside them.

"Wuzza goin' on?" he mumbled drowsily. Cooper gave him a gentle prod.

"Roll over, kid," he told him, "we need to fit one more in here."

Maybe a little too eagerly, Blaine rolled over, and Cooper shifted so Kurt could slip easily into the new, warm space. He sniffled a little, shooting Cooper a grateful smile.

"Thanks," he murmured, his eyes fluttering shut once more.

"You're welcome," Cooper said, flicking the lamp back off and rolling over gently, leaning in slowly, giving Kurt time to pull away.

He didn't.

Getting the hint, Blaine shuffled over, pressing his chest to Kurt's back, letting out a little contented sigh against his neck. Kurt stiffened for a moment before melting back into his embrace, his fingers tugging at Cooper's shirt until he shifted closer, tangling their feet together.

Kurt was first to fall asleep.

And first to wake up.

And he woke everyone else up, his mewls and whimpers a little too loud to glide past their already fading subconsciousness. He tried to shift out of their hold but it was no use.

Blaine was clingy in the mornings.

Snuggling closer, Blaine buried his face in the crook of Kurt's neck, his thigh tangling around his leg.

"Mmm don't move," he mumbled. "Warm."

"No," Kurt whimpered, trying to pull away, and in his struggle, Cooper quickly figured out the source of the problem.

Kurt was hard.

"Hey, don't be shy," Cooper said gently, stroking his arm soothingly (Kurt quickly pulled out of his grasp). "It's your body, you shouldn't be ashamed of it… it's natural… look." He gestured down to where his sweatpants where slightly tented. "We just want you to be comfortable with us, buddy."

"Well, I'm not," Kurt said sharply, sitting up abruptly and climbing over Cooper with more grace than someone should have after just waking up. "I need a shower."

Cooper watched him go with concerned eyes, wincing as he slammed the door shut behind him. Blaine let out a small whimper beside him and Cooper turned to him with a sympathetic smile.

"He'll come 'round, kid," he assured him. "Just give him time."

Only they did, but nothing seemed to work.

As requested, Cooper fixed Kurt up the spare room as his proper full time bedroom. However, this meant that they heard the sobs and screams from his nightmares echoing down the hall almost every night – and they could do nothing to stop it.

They tried everything. Tea, warm milk, Disney movies – even lullabies (Blaine's idea). Nothing worked.

Finally, the night before Kurt was to start at Dalton, he delivered him an ultimatum.

"Either you sleep with us, or we take you to a therapist."

Kurt had fought but ultimately decided for the former.

Cooper just hoped it was the right decision.

At his insistence, Kurt had the left of the bed, Cooper in the middle of him and Blaine. He refused to let them touch him, instead curling up in what little space he had to himself.

At least there were no nightmares.

But while there were no nightmares, the same incident occurred every morning with Kurt getting morning wood and instantly storming off to shower, refusing to talk about it.

"What are we going to do?" Blaine asked worriedly.

"I think I'm going to have to give him a talk…" Cooper decided.

Despite his aversion to sleeping with them, Kurt seemed to enjoy day life in the Anderson household. He helped Blaine cook meals, sat and watched TV with them, freely participated in all conversation.

Blaine also noted that he was settling well into life at Dalton. Within a month he was a much valued member of the Warblers and his grades, particularly in French, were outstanding. Cooper couldn't be prouder.

If not for that one lingering problem.

When Cooper finally sat Kurt down for the talk he was reluctant to say the least.

"Lalallala," he sang, fingers pushed through his ears, "no you are not giving me the talk."

"I am," Cooper insisted evenly, "and you are going to listen."

"You're not my dad, Cooper," Kurt snapped.

And that had hurt more than anything.

"No, I'm not," Cooper said darkly, "but I'm the closest thing you've got to family right now and as your guardian, I say you are going to listen to me."

Realising he had hit a nerve, Kurt carefully sat back down.

"Now I know this is uncomfortable for you-"

"To say the least," Kurt quipped.

Sighing a little, Cooper tried again. "I had to go through the same thing with Blaine, Kurt," he reminded him, smiling privately at Kurt's adorable little blush, "I remember what it's like. And I'll tell you the exact thing I told him; either I can give you the talk, the full mechanics of it and everything… or I can give you the book that taught me everything I know."

"When you put it like that it sounds so dirty," Kurt muttered.

Chuckling a little, Cooper reached out, resting his hand on Kurt's. To his surprise he didn't pull away.

"I'm serious, Kurt," he assured him. "I'm perfectly fine with telling you myself, I'm comfortable here. And I want you to be – but it's okay if you're not just yet. Which option would you prefer?"

Thinking seriously for a moment, Kurt mulled it over, biting his lip in thought before he finally came to his conclusion.

"The book, thanks."

"Okay."

Cooper had been worried initially, that Kurt would ignore him completely and take advantage of the fact that Cooper wouldn't pry. However, after a mere two weeks proceeding their discussion, the change was palpable.

It happened the Saturday night after he'd been out with Blaine at a Warbler's party. They stumbled home, their eyes a little brighter, cheeks a little flushed just before their curfew and had changed straight into the pyjamas and climbed into bed.

Kurt slipped into the warmth between their bodies, Blaine curled around his neck. As his eyes fluttered shut, Cooper couldn't help but crane his neck to peep over at Blaine who was smiling smugly up at him.

"What happened?" he mouthed. Blaine only grinned, snuggling closer.

And in the morning, when he woke, it was to the press of wet lips against his neck, moaning as Kurt rocked against his thigh, his eyes still half shut.

"Kurt," Cooper murmured, nudging his shoulder gently, "Kurt, wake up, buddy."

To his shock, Kurt's eyes drifted open, but instead of pulling away, he stilled, locking their eyes, waiting.

And then he pulled his neck back down to resume his mouth's path.

Unable to hold back any longer, Cooper moaned, carding his hands through Kurt's hair, pulling him closer, his hips rocking down to meet his. Kurt whined, wrapping a thigh around his waist and pushing his hips up higher and faster, Cooper's hands sliding to cup his ass, guiding the roll of his hips. Kurt panted harsh into his neck, his hands tangling into the fabric of Cooper's shirt as he came with loud moan that echoed in Cooper's ear, sending violent tremors down his spine as he came too.

Cooper kissed him then, soft and gentle, rubbing his back soothingly. "Hey," he murmured as Kurt whimpered a little, "you're okay, I've got you… so good, sweetheart, you were so good… let's get you cleaned up…"

Blaine had woken up while Kurt was in the shower and (after quickly jerking him off) Cooper tried to quiz him on what had happened at the party.

"We… might have kissed," Blaine admitted in a bashful mumble. "He told me he'd been doing some reading…"

Cooper fought a smile as Blaine turned bright red.

"Well… at least he's learning now."

And that he certainly was.

Slowly, bit by bit they managed to break his walls down. He no longer flinched away from contact; he'd let Cooper kiss him goodnight, let Blaine cuddle close as he slept. Sometimes, when they thought he wasn't watching, Cooper would catch them holding hands while whatever movie they were watching played across the screen.

Cooper wasn't entirely sure what was going on there, but as long as they were happy he was happy to let it.

The incidents of the previous morning were hardly a one off from that proceeding point. In fact, they occurred almost every morning, sometimes with Blaine waking up halfway through to watch.

Sometimes he joined in.

They would press Kurt back into the sheets, Blaine kissing up the crane of Kurt's neck, hands sweeping warm, abstract patterns across his bare stomach and chest as Cooper jerked him off, or blew him.

It was months, however, before Kurt confessed that he wanted something more. And then another month before he had the courage to try.

They talked about it before hand. Kurt was still shy and adorably blushy, but not so uncomfortable anymore. They decided that Kurt would bottom, Cooper would top, but Blaine still wanted to be there, to hold his hand through it all, comfort him.

Cooper secretly thought he just wanted to watch.

(He didn't blame him).

It was a Saturday night, and they'd just finished watching one of Kurt's favourite movies, when he had fallen back on Cooper's embrace, tilting his head up to meet his kiss, lingering and slow.

But he didn't break away.

"I'm ready," he murmured.

And that was all the prompt Cooper needed.

Caressing his jaw softly, Cooper kissed him again, fiercer, sucking the taste of ice cream off Kurt's tongue, tracing his other hand down to cup his neck.

"Bed," he murmured, rising to his feet, pulling Kurt with him.

Blaine was on his heels.

They undressed with slow care, giving Kurt time to get comfortable. Cooper remembered how daunting it was, being completely open and bare with a person for the first time. He covered Kurt's pale skin with kisses, smiling as the blood under his skin rose to his touch. His kisses were fireflies, alighting bursts of colour and light in the dimness of the room. Kurt's bones trembled with nerves, but Cooper held him steady.

"I'm going to take care of you," he told him, "I promise."

He prepped him carefully, not wanting to push too hard too soon. Blaine was laying beside them, hand intertwined with Kurt's, eyes locked with his, murmuring small praises from under his neglected lips. Kurt held on like a lifeline, like Blaine was the answer to his every prayer. He adjusted to the intrusions quietly, not crying out, whimpering like Blaine had. He didn't let his eyes fall closed, he held on.

Cooper had three fingers in before Kurt couldn't hold on any longer, his face falling into the pillow, a loud and desperate whimper falling from his lips.

"Please, Cooper," he begged, squeezing Blaine's hand tight. Blaine kissed up his neck soothingly, and Cooper petted his thigh as he drew away to prep himself.

"Shhh, baby," Blaine murmured as Cooper took care of himself, "you're okay, Coop's got you, I'm here, you're doing so good…"

Cooper crawled back up, hands on Kurt immediately, his skin warm and pliant under his touch. God, he felt amazing…

"Knees up, sweetheart," Cooper whispered and Kurt lifted his head finally, drawing up his knees again. Blaine let out a little moan at the sight of him baring himself, and Cooper had to swallow his own, drawing closer and lining himself up. "Careful now," he said as Kurt braced his hands on Cooper's shoulders, "this might hurt a little bit."

Kurt did cry out a little as Cooper pushed in slowly, getting used to the feel of him, the blunt pressure of having someone so close. Blaine rubbed over his back reassuringly, his moans vibrating into his skin as he watched Cooper's cock slowly sliding in.

When Cooper fully sheathed himself, Kurt's back arched and he moaned, Blaine burying his face in his shoulder.

"Careful, baby," he urged as Kurt panted heavily, the new burn tearing at him from the inside.

"I'm okay," Kurt gasped, eyes clenched, shut for a moment as he grappled for a better hold on Cooper's skin. "Can you…oh god, you feel so good…"

"Move?" Kurt nodded frantically. "Shhh," Cooper soothed, kissing the beads of sweat off his forehead, "I've got you, love, you're safe, I'm going to take care of you…"

Kurt's eyes opened and locked onto Cooper's as he started to move. Just a gentle roll of his hips first, smiling as Kurt moaned at the sensation. Cooper gritted his teeth to keep from crying out loud. He felt so good, so hot, so tight, clenching around him – and he told him so, his voice husky and scratchy as it whistled against Kurt's ear. Blaine continued to rub his hands across Kurt's skin, massaging the warmth beneath his fingers, kissing up the knobs of his spine, across the freckles along his back. He mouthed across the pit of his back, nipping at the small of it, making Kurt's hips buck up to meet Cooper's, mewling high and breathless.

"Kurt," Cooper moaned, pushing back in time to meet the snap of his hips, fucking him harder now, "you sound so good – feel so good."

Kurt's grip on his shoulders tightened and his head buried into the dip between his neck and shoulder, mouthing sloppily across the skin. His little body began to tremor and Cooper recognised the signs.

"Are you ready to come, baby?" he murmured. Kurt nodded frantically and moaned as Blaine pushed a hand between them, fisting around Kurt's hard cock.

"Come, Kurt," Blaine pleaded, jerking him fast and rough, his other hand rubbing up his sides lovingly. "Please."

Head falling back against Blaine's shoulder, Kurt came, hard over his fist, the muscles of his ass clenching around Cooper, his moans soft and nonsensical as he came down, curling his hand around Blaine's neck. Blaine kissed him deep, already having come over Kurt before.

When they were done, Cooper pulled out slow and carefully, kissing Kurt sweetly.

"Was that okay?" He had to make sure. Kurt's eyes were bright as he nodded, caressing his cheek.

"Thank you," he whispered. His eyes trailed down suddenly, and he realised he was still hard.

"You're-"

"I'm fine," Cooper protested but Kurt was already pushing him on his back.

"Please," he purred, "let me…"