Title:Undisclosed Desires
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R for now
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt/Blaine, in all combinations.
Chapter: 13/?
Word Count: 1995
Spoilers: Let's say everything to be safe :)
Summary/Warnings: From a tumblr prompt. Blaine and Kurt are both having secret affairs with Finn while trying to keep their own relationship from falling apart. But not everything is as simple as it seems, and nothing can stay secret for long.

Disclaimer: Not mine. I wish it were, but if it were Glee would devolve into some giant orgy and that would be horribly unproductive in the end…

Undisclosed Desires

Chapter Thirteen

By the time he slips into the condo, he's not sure how exactly he's going to bring up the topic. Every way he's tried saying it in his head sounds more than a little off, and quite frankly he's half-convinced Kurt and Finn will regard him like he's crazy and not listen to him at all.

He can hear the low buzz of the TV as he closes the door, glancing up to the living room to see it flickering, the only light in the dark condo. Finn's slumped in a chair, obviously asleep, and Blaine smiles a little because he's making it too easy.

Finn's going to be far easier to convince than Kurt, after all, and if he's sleeping he'll have no defense.

Blaine pads quietly across the floor, the taller man not stirring, and slides behind the armchair before leaning over, hands trickling down Finn's bare chest (and oh, Finn's really making this easy) as a wrinkle appears on Finn's forehead and he murmurs something low in his throat, Blaine chuckling into his ear as he finally comes awake.

"Blaine? Wh…hey, man, what's going on?" he blinks rather adorably, still sleep-confused, and Blaine slides around the chair and into his lap, the feel of Finn's skin under his fingers after what seems like forever one of the most intimate things he's ever experienced. "Blaine…"

"Shh," Blaine tells him, knowing he needs to explain but unable to find the words right now as he reaches for Finn's lips, the man returning the kiss without hesitation although Blaine knows he's still utterly unaware of what's happening. "Just kiss me."

Finn makes a noise of murmured agreement, low and throaty, and Blaine groans and presses closer as Finn's arms finally, finally come around him, hands splayed against his back. "Man, this is…I don't…" Finn whispers between kisses and Blaine finally draws away enough to explain, content in Finn's arms for the time being.

"Sam. He…told me what should have been in front of our faces the whole time. He…" he stops for another kiss, unable to get enough. "He suggested that maybe we should just…go back to how we were before Kurt caught us. As in, all of us being with each other except this time there won't be any guilt or cheating because we'll all know. And I don't…I don't know if it'll fix anything, but it'll be better than the sneaking around and moping we've been doing for the last few weeks," he skims his fingers down Finn's arm, looking into his eyes and trying to gauge how he's taking this.

"So…we all just…go back to doing what we want?" Finn wrinkles his nose, obviously thinking, and Blaine kisses him again because he can. "Yeah. Yeah, okay, sure. I've…I've missed you, man. Kurt too, but…" he stops talking in order to keep kissing Blaine, hips pushing up and Blaine groans in pleasure because really, it has been far too long.

But Kurt could be home any second.

"Finn…Finn, stop," he urges and Finn does, trusting in a way that still makes Blaine shiver because when he's with Finn he feels like he's the one in control, like Finn will do anything for him and it's frightening and empowering all at once.

"Why?" Finn asks, lips seeking out Blaine's neck above his collar and Blaine spreads his legs and lets him, feeling his resolve weaken because Finn's touch is as intoxicating as the alcohol he used to pour down his throat and far less harmful. "Kurt's out with Rachel, dude. We both dated her. You know he's not coming home until later…"

"Yeah," Blaine agrees absently, because he knows it's true, and his body is aching for Finn…somebody…so he nods. "Okay. We have to be fast, though, because if he walks in on us again before we can explain…"

"Stop talking, then," Finn grins wickedly and surges up to kiss him, rising to his feet in the same motion as Blaine wraps his legs securely around Finn's waist and hangs on as the taller man carries him to the bedroom.

000

"We need to move," Blaine murmurs some time later, a pleasant ache in his lower body reminding him what they'd just done (and it'll probably be reminding him for a couple of days to come, because Finn was not gentle, but he'd asked for that. He always did with Finn).

"Mm," Finn agrees absently, his voice rumbling low in his chest and vibrating through Blaine's body, and Blaine leans in for a soft kiss, Finn's eyes warm as he possessively rests a hand on Blaine's lower back. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

"No," Blaine shakes his head. "I'm good. You were fantastic," he adds with a smirk and Finn shrugs, returning his smile lazily as his fingers skim lower, thumbs digging into the skin just above Blaine's tailbone. "Yeah. Keep…yeah," he trails off, feeling spikes of slow pleasure curl through his body. It's not arousing, not now, but it's nice and he's starting to realize he cares about Finn much more than he'd previously let himself believe.

"We do have to get up, man," Finn says after a few minutes, still rubbing languid circles on Blaine's skin, and Blaine groans in resignation and pushes himself up onto an elbow before leaning in for a heady kiss, Finn licking into his mouth in a way that makes him wish he had enough energy to go again, but Kurt knowing is more important than staging some all-night sex marathon.

At least right now.

"Alright," he staggers off of the bed and reaches for his clothing, getting respectably dressed before staggering out to the kitchen and somehow they end up curled on the couch again, Blaine half-asleep and Finn watching sports highlights when the door squeaks open and Kurt glides in, graceful and ethereal in the blue-hued light of the television as he glances over and spots them.

"Hey, ba- Blaine," he cuts himself short and Blaine has to smile at the familiarity of it all, something he hopes will be far too easy to fall back into. "What's going on?"

"You want to explain it or should I?" Blaine slurs, more asleep than he'd realized, and Finn shrugs and holds out an arm instead, Kurt looking between them curiously before curling his body behind Blaine's and snuggling up to Finn. "That works."

"Seriously, what's happening?" Kurt asks in a low voice, like he expects it all to be a joke, and Blaine groans and looks back at him, smiling softly.

"Sam. He…suggested that we go back to the way it was before. Only…no cheating. We all know," he says bluntly and Kurt wrinkles his nose, getting it in an instant.

"Wait…you and Finn…I thought I could smell sex on you," he rolls his eyes but Blaine doesn't think he looks mad so he takes that as a positive sign. "So that means I can kiss you?"

"Yeah," Blaine sighs, reaching to meet his mouth, and God, kissing Kurt feels like coming home. Everything about him is so familiar and comforting, the scent and taste of him and if he weren't so sore he'd drag him off to bed right now and have his way with him.

"Hey, dudes, remember what we talked about when Blaine moved in here?" Finn's voice cuts through the air and they break apart, more than a little embarrassed as Kurt leans his head on Finn's bare shoulder and nuzzles against his neck. "I don't care that the two of you are together, but keep the PDAs in your own room, okay?"

"Yeah. Sorry," Blaine ducks his head for a second, hearing Kurt murmur something to Finn and getting a chuckle in response, and when he looks again they're staring at each other like they don't know how to process this. "Um, if you guys want to kiss, you can. It's…I'm okay with it," he promises but Kurt shakes his head and goes back to lying on Finn's shoulder, something about his posture tenser than it should be.

Finn looks disappointed for a few seconds before shrugging and turning back to the television and Blaine tries to feel optimistic because, honestly, this should have been the perfect solution but right now it seems like Kurt's hiding something from him, and he's fairly sure it won't take long for it to surface.

000

"So I guess you're too tired to actually do something with your boyfriend. That is, if we are boyfriends again," Kurt mentions later on that night as they're lying in bed, and Blaine tenses because he's finally figured out what's wrong, and that thing he knew would come out sooner or later?

It's obviously sooner.

"We can still do something if you want," he tries lightly, seeing Kurt's icy glare cut through him, and he knows he's in for it now.

"I want to thank you, Blaine, for deciding to have sex with my stepbrother before informing me, your again-boyfriend…again, something I didn't know…that we were all suddenly in an open relationship," his voice is practically dripping sarcasm and Blaine flinches, keeping his hands to himself because he has a feeling Kurt doesn't want to be touched right now.

"Kurt, it's not like that, it's just…"

"I don't want your pity, Blaine," Kurt sighs. "If you want him…be with him. Don't…don't drag me into this because you feel sorry for me or something. You seem to desire him more than you do me, so if that's what you want, just tell me," his voice sounds close to breaking now and Blaine does reach for him, because he can't stand to see him like this, but Kurt shrugs him off. "Don't."

"Okay," Blaine moves back, eyes darting around in the darkness. "Kurt, I love you…"

"But you don't want me sexually," Kurt cuts in. "I get it. Just say that."

"No, that's not…Finn just…he doesn't love me like you do, so he's capable of giving me something you aren't…"

"So what can I give you that he never will be able to?" Kurt whispers, and Blaine pauses, because the answer is…

The answer is that he doesn't know. If he and Finn…no. No, Finn can never be what Kurt is to him, although at the moment he's not quite sure what the difference is, because everything Kurt is Finn seems would be able to be but…

But he's not Kurt.

Although he has a feeling that isn't what Kurt wants to hear.

"Kurt…when we broke up, you told me that…that if I wanted to be with Finn, you wouldn't stop me," he reminds the other man gently, not because he's being malicious, but because he wants to clear all of this up somehow.

"Did you honestly believe me? Did you think that I would just sit here and smile and be happy for you when the two men I love the most in the world were sharing something I could never be a part of?" Kurt laughs, but it's an ugly sound, broken and harsh. "Maybe that makes me selfish, but I don't want...I want you, but not if you don't want me in the same way," he settles on, and Blaine doesn't really have a whole lot he can say to that.

And it kills him to know that.

"Kurt," he tries, reaching out again and stroking Kurt's arm. "You…"

"I'm special. I mean more to you than him. I…" he cuts off and Blaine knows he's crying, because Kurt's an emotional person and crying isn't a rare thing for him but trying to keep it quiet is, so Blaine moves closer and wraps an arm around Kurt only to have Kurt wriggle away. "Don't touch me."

"Kurt, I…"

"Don't say it," Kurt sniffs, curling his body away from Blaine's and shutting him out entirely, and Blaine wonders if what he thought would fix everything has just lost him the single most important person in his life.

Notes:

1. Angst. You knew it couldn't stay happy for long. –insert evil laugh here-

2. Also there will be Kinn next chapter, because some of you have been asking, and for me having a story this long without them really interacting much is a rare thing so I'm going to rectify that :)

3. Tell me what you thought :D