Title:Undisclosed Desires
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt/Blaine, in all combinations.
Chapter: 16/?
Word Count: 2157
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 Sixteen

"And you're back at my door again," Sam's grin is wry as he stands in the doorway, leaning against the scored frame and giving Blaine an almost shrewd look. "Again, I have no idea why you come to me for advice, but what's up?"

"Can we go out for coffee?" Blaine asks, looking into Sam's apartment and thinking of the weak swill he'd been given the last time they'd had coffee together, and he decides to throw out a suggestion and only hopes that Sam will take the bait. "I'll pay."

Sam seems to consider for a minute before breaking into a grin and grabbing a coat, stepping out of the dingy apartment and setting a hand on Blaine's arm. "It's a date, Mr. Anderson. Lead on."

"Great," Blaine smiles and together they head across the street into a coffee shop, getting their coffees and settling in a corner away from the rest of the patrons. Blaine stares down at his cup for a while, feeling Sam's eyes on him, and eventually he sighs and looks up.

"So, what's up? It isn't my idea, is it? Because I thought that was kinda awesome," Sam grins, flipping his bangs back, and Blaine chuckles softly and shakes his head.

"No, I…your idea was fine. I royally screwed up implementing it and that's what's…that's why I'm having an issue," he admits, again cursing the fact that he couldn't have kept his hands off of Finn until Kurt had come home.

God, he's not that weak, is he?

"What happened?" Sam's suddenly all concerned, eyes softening as he leans forward and lightly touches Blaine's hand, and Blaine gives him a tiny smile before explaining, half-expecting Sam to pull away but the other man's far more liberal than Blaine could have ever hoped and he merely nods from time-to-time, a tiny furrow appearing between his brows as Blaine finishes.

"So, I screwed up," Blaine repeats and shakes his head, hand palm up on the table and fingers curling a little around Sam's.

"You didn't screw up, man," Sam promises. "You really like Finn and you'd only had one shot at being with him listening to those real feelings, and that time Kurt walked in. You just wanted to finish what you'd started," he rationalizes and Blaine sighs and nods, knowing that he's right.

Honestly, that's what it was, and why he was so desperate: he hates leaving things unfinished.

"But that's not all that's bugging you, so what's up now? Something with Kurt?" Sam asks curiously, head tilted to the side and incredibly perceptive as Blaine nods.

"He…he won't let me in. Ever since…he's cold to me, and last night I come home to him and Finn fooling around like there's no more hurt feelings even though I think they were the worst off relationship between the three of us, and suddenly they're acting like old lovers and I feel like Kurt's somehow forgiven him and not me, and it…hurts," he realizes he sounds childish but he can't stop the words somehow, although Sam doesn't look inclined to make light of the situation.

"That's not it, man," Sam says after a few moments of quiet contemplation. "I've known Finn and Kurt longer than you have, and they've always been kinda weird…like, they'll have these disagreements or whatever and be really cold for a bit and then suddenly they'll make up and usually they make up in a big way, so that's probably what happened."

"Finn took him stargazing," Blaine says, staring off across the coffee shop at nothing, and Sam squeezes his hand to bring him back to reality.

"So, Kurt likes big gestures. Or romantic ones. Just…do something like that to prove that you're not just willing to be his boyfriend again for show. I know you love him, man," he holds up a hand when Blaine opens his mouth to protest. "But maybe you've gotta remind him of that."

"Yeah…" Blaine realizes that Sam probably has a point and feels all the more guilty for not thinking of it himself. Honestly, why did he expect Kurt…Kurt…to hear, 'oh by the way, we're all entering into an open relationship and yeah I just slept with your stepbrother but we're boyfriends again so let's go have sex' and be completely fine with it? He should have known better.

"Hey," Sam's voice cuts into his thoughts and he meets the other man's warm eyes. "Don't beat yourself up over it, dude. Just…this time? If you're gonna use my suggestion, don't screw it up."

Blaine laughs, feeling freer than he has in a while, and by the time they finish their coffee and he walks Sam back to his apartment, hugging him fiercely at the door and surprising them both although Sam doesn't seem annoyed in the least, he's got the beginnings of an idea forming in his mind.

000

Luckily they have all the supplies already, and he phones Finn and asks first off if they can use his bed because it's going to get messy and he can hear Finn sigh before telling him to 'knock yourselves out, dudes' and promising not to come home until later.

Blaine's still not sure how Kurt's going to react to this but the way he sees it a massage is never something to be refused, and his stomach's in knots as he's waiting for the other man to get home from rehearsal.

When Kurt comes in through the front door, the sight of him still making Blaine's breath catch like it did all those years ago, he's crossing the floor in an instant and drawing Kurt into his arms before the taller man has a chance to protest the action.

"Blaine, we…"

"I want you naked on Finn's bed in five minutes," Blaine replies throatily, staring into Kurt's eyes and just needing Kurt to see that this is everything, 'I'm sorry' and 'let's start again' and 'I never want to leave you,' and Kurt does somehow because his face softens and he nods, brushing the lightest of kisses against Blaine's lips before he's striding across the condo, and it doesn't even take him five minutes to strip off his clothes and perch on Finn's bed, utterly comfortable and unashamed of his nakedness around Blaine.

"So. You've got something planned?"

"I do. Look around."

"Candles?" Kurt snorts a laugh but he looks touched as Blaine pulls out a lighter and lights them, turning the harsh overhead light off and digging a bottle out of his pocket before moving closer. "Mm, am I getting a massage, Mr. Anderson?"

"You're getting a massage, Mr. Hummel," Blaine confirms, leaning down for a slow, sweet kiss before he pulls back. "Lay down, baby. Just enjoy this."

"I will," Kurt looks blissful already, body a long, pale line on the dark comforter, and Blaine pops open the bottle and pours some oil out onto his hand, hearing Kurt sigh happily. "Lavender?"

"I know you love it," Blaine spreads his hands over Kurt's shoulders, savoring the feel of his silky skin under his fingertips, and smooths his hands down Kurt's back before going back to work on his shoulders, thumbs digging into a knot at the base of his neck while Kurt moans rather pornographically and arches his back up, pressing into Blaine's hands and rutting his hips against the bed. "God, Kurt…"

Kurt responds with another full-body undulation, groaning as Blaine moves his hands down, down his back and coming to rest on his hips, thumbs resting in the small of his back. He presses there, Kurt almost whining now, and Blaine leans forward to kiss right behind his ear as Kurt drives his hips down harder.

"Don't come," he murmurs, getting the man beneath him to still. "I'm going to make you come, and then I'm going to be inside of you and make you come again. That sound okay?"

"Blaine," Kurt hisses, obviously through with the teasing, and Blaine has to laugh and nuzzle his neck for a moment because he's missed this, this kind of playfulness between them, the fact that he might pretend to be in control but he'd jump through hoops if Kurt so much as said the word.

"Okay. Turn over," he prompts and Kurt does, wildly aroused, eyes dark and chest flushed-red, heaving with breath as Blaine leans in to kiss him and slides his hands down Kurt's chest at the same time, circling his perfect, peaked nipples with ever-decreasing spirals until flicking his oiled thumbs over both at the same time, Kurt whimpering against his mouth. "God, you're…"

"Yes, I'm beautiful, I know, keep moving," Kurt growls and Blaine has to kiss him again for that, because it's just so Kurt. He grins and skims his hands down the 'V' inside Kurt's hips, crossing just above his cock and sliding down his well-muscled legs to grip his calves before leaning in and fastening his lips around the very tip of Kurt's arousal as the other man thrashes and tangles lithe fingers in his curls immediately.

"Blaine…don't tease me…"

"Wouldn't dream of it," Blaine laughs and goes to work, knowing that there'll be time for slow and tender later but it's been so long, too long and they just need each other tonight. "Hang on."

Kurt rolls his head back and groans, drawn-out and low, as his hips buck up and Blaine shifts back enough to take it, licking and sucking and humming and swallowing, doing everything in his power to make Kurt come apart as quickly as possible.

When he slides a slick finger inside of Kurt that's the last straw, Kurt gasping and coming, body arching obscenely off the mattress and Blaine keeps sucking until Kurt moans softly at the over-stimulation, eyes sliding closed and he lays there, panting, as Blaine crawls back up his body to meet his lips.

"Blaine…" he murmurs throatily as Blaine slides another finger into his utterly relaxed body, and Kurt shifts to hook one leg around his waist, opening him up even farther. "You…"

"We can be sappy later," Blaine reminds him with another quick peck as he adds a third finger, and Kurt looks almost asleep by the time he pulls them out and lines himself up, oil everywhere and the bed's a mess but it's *Finn's* so it truly doesn't matter that much.

Kurt's arms wind around his neck immediately, body hot and wanting against his own, cock already half-hard again as Blaine presses inside and the slick heat and feel of Kurt's body has him gasping.

"Mm, so good, baby," Kurt murmurs, and Blaine kind of loves him like this: sleepy and open and so trusting, pliant in Blaine's arms as he starts to thrust and they know each other so well that even a month and more apart can't shatter their rhythm, both of them moving in tandem as Blaine tries to find purchase on Kurt's slippery, lavender-scented skin.

"K-Kurt…" he manages to stutter at one point as Kurt catches his lips in a kiss that so far on the wrong side of innocent that Blaine nearly falters in his steady thrusts, lost in the hot slide of Kurt's mouth on his own. "Kurt, I'm…"

Kurt makes a muffled groan into his mouth, clinging to Blaine with arms and legs and Blaine thrusts his hips forward one last time and releases, mouth dropping open as his arms shake to hold himself up.

He feels Kurt shift and knows that he's jerking himself off, and Blaine had promised that he's going to be the one to make him come so he somehow finds the strength to bat Kurt's hand out of the way and take him in his own, stroking quickly and it doesn't take long before Kurt's spilling over his fist, head thrown back in wild abandon.

It takes a while to come down after that, a little while more before Kurt complains about the oil and the cum and decides that a shower is desperately needed, and by the time they're in bed Blaine's starting to feel more normal about this whole thing than he has in months.

000

He's dozing, half-awake as he stares at Kurt and they trade soft, sleepy kisses when the door opens and Finn slinks in, complaining half-heartedly about his bed and the mess and he strips off his clothes and slides in behind Kurt, kissing the back of his neck and settling down quickly as Kurt laughs and twists to catch his lips before turning back to Blaine.

"And good night to you, too, Mr. Hudson," Blaine has to add as Finn clumsily reaches over Kurt to pat his shoulder, warm and comfortable already as Blaine closes his eyes and tries to sleep.

He knows it'll come quickly, and as Kurt murmurs how much he loves him right into his ear, breath warm against his face, he lets himself believe that everything's back to normal.

Notes:

1. Once again, I am so sorry about the wait on this! I just…haven't been very inspired to write lately, but I hope this is acceptable, and please tell me what you thought :)