A/N: Noo, it was only two and a half ^^ Anyway, 'scuse all spelling mistakes. We'll probs re-edit when we wake up later today, but now we're just waaay too tired.

Rating: Smut

Puck was drunk. But not overly drunk. Just slightly over the tipsy mark. Now, Puck had never had gay thoughts, nor did he ever consider another man to be hot, or whatever, so it came as a bit of a surprise when he found himself with a hard-on, watching Kurt and Blaine grind to the music. I mean, he had experimented, of course, but it's not as if he had feelings that went with those experiments.

But Kurt and Blaine. No seriously. Like fuck.

Kurt's hands were firmly on Blaine's ass, pulling him flush against his hips, while Blaine's mouth was attached to every bit of skin he could find.

Both of them were completely drunk off their faces, and showed no sign of stopping. With dark, lust blown eyes, Puck moved forward and surveyed the situation.

But then he faltered.

Was he really doing this?

Yes.

He moved forward, his hands on top of Kurt's and jerking forward so that he was flush against Blaine's ass.

Puck and Kurt's eyes locked, and Kurt nodded once.

"Wha-" Blaine was cut off by Kurt's lips against his.

Blaine swallowed hard and kissed him back, whining when Puck's firm lips insistently sucked at his neck. Blaine took a quick glance behind him and made a small noise of comprehension, before letting himself relax into Puck's embrace.

Kurt pulled back a little, grinning at the sight of Blaine grinding back against Puck , his head leaning back against his shoulder, eyes closed as he mouthed the lyrics.

Pressing himself against Blaine again, Kurt's hands wandered down Puck's back, groping his arse and listening to his surprised groan.

"Bedroom?" Blaine moaned , his eyes fluttering open.

Kurt leant over Blaine's shoulder, silently requesting a kiss. Puck complied, and Blaine bit Kurt's neck, sucking hard.

Between them, they managed to move to the back corridor, stumbling along as they searching for an empty room – stealing kisses and touching, creating hickeys and bite marks as they went. Finally finding a free room, Kurt pushed Blaine inside, standing aside for Puck and slamming the door shut, locking it behind him.

Licking his lips, Kurt eyed Puck and Blaine – the smaller man up against a wall as Puck attacked his neck, rutting against him almost desperately.

Kurt stepped forward, pulling Puck off Blaine.

"Strip." He ordered hoarsely, fingers already working on the button of Blaine's jeans as Blaine struggled with his own shirt.

Puck nodded wordlessly and in one fluid movement, his shirt was off and halfway across the room. Making an interested noise, with his pants halfway down his legs, Blaine attached himself to Puck's abs. Kurt smirked, working his own pants off.

"Umm...?" Puck muttered, glancing down to where Blaine was nuzzling his stomach.

"He likes abs." Kurt explained, pushing his pants down and pulling them off.

"I can't get my pants off." Puck muttered.

"Blaine, come here."

"Why?"

"Turn around." Kurt smirked.

With a little groan, Blaine tilted his head and caught sight of Kurt, fully hard and clad only in his briefs.

Even Puck was distracted.

Blaine immediately detached his lips and dropped to his knees, cupping Kurt's thighs and grinning up at him.

Puck quickly stripped his pants off as Blaine worked Kurt's brief's down his legs, nuzzling and licking his way down.

Kurt caught Puck's eyes.

"On the bed." He ordered, and Puck grinned, sliding to the centre.

Kurt pulled Blaine up from the ground by his hair, pushing him towards the bed. Grabbing his pants, Kurt pulled his lube from the back pocket, before advancing towards the bed.

"You ever been fucked, Puck?"

Blaine giggled. "That rhymed."

Ignoring him, Puck nodded. "Once."

Kurt nodded, unsurprised, and flicked the cap open.

"I'm bottoming?" Puck asked, and Kurt nodded. "That's new."

Blaine giggled, climbing onto Puck and kissing him. "Your name rhymes with fuck. Fuck Puck. Puck-fuck." He giggled again, capturing Puck's lips in a wet kiss.

Suddenly, both boys let out simultaneous cries of pleasure as Kurt jammed a lube-covered finger into each of their arses.

Kurt grinned, working his fingers in and out, thoroughly enjoying himself. Squirting more lube onto each hand, he added another finger to both of them.

They moaned, rutting against each other as Kurt stretched them.

"How's this going to work?" Puck asked.

"You bottom?" Kurt questioned.

Puck rolled his eyes.

"Blaine." He explained. "He's a bit...out of it."

Kurt grinned.

"How about I fuck you, and we'll let Blaine take care of himself? How does that sound, Blaine?"

Blaine moaned in agreement, his hips rolling down against Puck's as Kurt positioned himself between Puck's legs.

"He's so easy." Puck muttered, moaning a little as Blaine sucked one of his nipples into his mouth.

"Only when he's drunk." Kurt whispered, stroking Puck's thigh. "Ready?"

Puck nodded, and Kurt pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his cock.

Puck winced and moaned, and Blaine rutted against him again, a hand going between them to grab his cock.

Kurt inched his way further inside, mindful that Puck wasn't used to it as Blaine steadily pumped his cock, messily kissing him.

Suddenly bored, Kurt slid all the way in, eliciting a strangled moan from Puck. Blaine licked down his chest appreciatively, rocking back against Kurt's hand as Kurt thrust slowly into Puck.

Puck was loud.

His moans and pants grew louder and more frequent as he was brought closer and closer to the edge.

"Dude, shut the fuck up." Blaine whispered, a giggle escaping his lips as he squirmed slightly.

Puck let out a particularly loud moan, shuddering as he came over Blaine's fist. Kurt smirked, still thrusting into him as Blaine stroked him through it. For some reason, he expected Puck to last longer.

Giggling to himself, Blaine lifted his come-covered hand to his mouth, licking at it.

Puck's cock twitched painfully – there was no way he could get hard anytime soon, but fuck.

Kurt shifted slightly, hitting Puck's prostate and he practically screamed, bucking up and almost throwing Blaine off the bed.

He giggled. "It's like a bouncy castle."

Kurt let out a short laugh, it quickly turning to a growl as the pressure built inside him, and he thrust harder, his fingers still working in and out of Blaine. Blaine was jerking himself off hard and fast, and with practiced ease, they came together with simultaneous groans of release.

Puck's legs were numb and his pelvis was tingling, and the sudden emptiness as Kurt slid out of him was almost too much. He whimpered and turned on his side, taking Blaine with him. Puck draped his arm around Blaine's waist.

"You guys are both cuddle whores?" Kurt whined, but he took his place next to Blaine, facing him and kissing him.

He paused, frowning and pulling away.

"Blaine?" he whispered.

"Hmmmm?"

"You taste like Puck."

A/N: This, and Thong were actually my favourites.