#[ dash ; kurt replies ]

[kurthorton-moving]

god i love just putting him in situations

[asksam]

I know, but I wanted to see if you would lie to me. Awesome, it's a date.

Let's hope so... I don't think he would and hey, at least he's been spending a lot of time at that dive bar we go to. Still not really fresh air, but it's getting him out of the house. I got you, Kurt. I've known that handshake for years, Stacey loves it.

Dude, I ever tell you that you are super smart? Way too smart for me.

I want you to. 'Cause now I kind of want to see what you'd really tell me if you think you'd hurt my feelings.

You live with me. You have the unfair advantage of knowing that even if I lied. But my next free day is Saturday.

Maybe mini golf will distract him. It could be good to get some fresh air. Unless you think he'd take his anger out on the course. I think he wants me to learn that handshake with him, but I can't do it, Sam. I can't.

See, now I don't believe you. Because then you could have just asked me.

No, I told you I'd do it when you wanted me to. If I judged you just for the sake of it, I'd hurt your feelings, and that feels a little like stepping on a puppies tail.

[bitbybitwrites]

For the au + trope + prompt game maybe:

12. babysitter!au + 4. meet messy + 27. “that was a very bad idea. 0/10 would not recommend.”

But no pressure!

OK, in true fashion, this one totally got away from me. I can't even try to pass it off as a super long drabble. It's mutated into a full blown ficlet. Ooooops.

But I guess the combination got me inspired. I kind of went literal for the meet messy trope - maybe it works? 😂

Anyway, here's 1,366 words for you, @annepi-blog

******

The last thing Blaine Anderson expected that night while delivering pizzas was to meet the love of his life. 

He wasn’t expecting too much, to be honest.  Most of his shift had gone as usual.  But his final job for the evening found Blaine with his arms filled with a rather impressive food order when he knocked on the door to a swanky Upper West Side apartment building.  

“B Side Pizza,” he announced loudly, though the apartment owner should have been aware of who he was.  The imposing doorman in the lobby had called up to warn them.

The muffled sound of high-pitched shrieking, which then quickly changed to an ear-splitting loud high-pitched shrieking, assailed Blaine once the door was opened.  Behind the other side of the door was a very exhausted-looking but ridiculously handsome man.  His chestnut hair fell heavily over one eyebrow, apparently fallen out of some formerly impressive style that Blaine could kind of see the echos of.  His clothes seemed on trend but were very rumpled, and Blaine thought he could spy a small handprint in neon green paint that grazed the right hip of some extremely tight skinny jeans.  A smudge of the same paint was also on his chin.  He doubted the man was even aware.

Blaine was in trouble.  

One look at this man and Blaine was positive that he was in love.

“Thank god,” the disheveled angel said when he saw Blaine.  “Pizza is here!” he yelled over his shoulder.

“Pizza!”  A group of younger voices screamed in excitement.  Apparently, the prospect of food was enough to stop the rest of the caterwauling.

The man ushered Blaine into a lavish apartment, directing  Blaine towards a kitchen that could have been plucked right out of Architectural Digest.  It was gorgeous to look at (not unlike the homeowner), but Blaine doubted it ever had any use.

“You can put everything out here.” The man waved his hand at a long marble-covered counter. Blaine nodded and began unpacking his delivery tote as he watched the man dash out into another part of the apartment and shout: 

“Barbra!”

“Joan!”

“Streisand!”

“Yes, Uncle Kurt?” A trio of childish voices replied in a sing-song fashion.

Kurt sighed loudly. “Can you please clean up your mess, wash your hands, and come sit down to dinner. . .please?” the desperation in Kurt’s voice was so very clear.

“That’s two pleases, Uncle Kurt.” 

“That’s me asking really, really, really nicely, Streisand.“ Kurt said back, a forced smile on his face, his voice sounding strained.  “I ordered dinner from your favorite place, just like your parents told me to.  Let’s get going, ok?”

Kurt returned to the room, where he promptly collapsed into one of the kitchen chairs surrounding the table and dropped his head into his folded arms.  “I am never doing this again.” Blaine could sort of make out.  Kurt’s voice was very muffled.  “Or at least not without reinforcements.”

Blaine’s eyes softened.  “Babysitting duties?” he asked.

Kurt raised his head and sighed.  “This is seriously giving me doubts about my capability to be a father in the future.

Blaine laughed at Kurt’s forlorn expression.  “I’m sorry.  I felt the same way once I started watching my brother’s kids.  Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it. I promise it gets loads better.”

“Triplets.  My best friend had triplets, and I am nothing if not a pushover.” Kurt moaned.

A heartbreaking wail - or maybe it was another screech, Blaine wasn’t exactly sure, came from one of the other rooms.  Kurt’s face dropped into an expression of utter horror and disbelief as three young children came barreling into the kitchen, covered head to toe in smears of neon pink, green, and yellow paint.  One of the little girls had her hair covered in the paint, and she apparently was the one wailing the loudest.  Her eyes were screwed shut as she blindly flailed her arms, sobbing, and crashed face-first into Blaine.

“Uncle Kurt!  Streisand put paint in my hair!” The little girl continued to wail as she wrapped her arms around Blaine’s waist and buried her face into his stomach, subsequently smearing more paint all over him.

“Streisand!” Kurt cried out, whipping around to look at a not-so-apologetic 6-year-old boy who was still gripping a tube of neon pink paint.  Streisand looked almost ready to squeeze the remainder of the tube onto his other sister’s hair but second-guessed himself once he caught Kurt’s stern glare.  He dropped the tube like a hot potato and at least decided to look chagrined.

“Um, sorry, Uncle Kurt?”

Kurt continued giving the child a death glare.”That shouldn’t be a question, Streisand.  And I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.”

“Sorry, Barbra,” Streisand said. “Really, really sorry.  But you do look pretty with pink hair. You said you wanted pink hair.”

Barbra hiccuped loudly as she wiped her face onto Blaine’s shirt. “I like pink, but I wanted to do it myself.” Barbra then pulled back, surprised: “Wait, you’re not Uncle Kurt.”

The other little girl looked at Blaine suspiciously.  “Who are you?  Are you Uncle Kurt’s boyfriend?”

“Uncle Kurt, you’re not supposed to bring boyfriends over. Mommy said so.” Streisand said.

Kurt turned beet red, and Blaine had to smile again at the absurdity of the whole situation.  “My name is Blaine.  I’m not Uncle Kurt’s boyfriend . . .”

“Do you want to be?  Do you like Uncle Kurt?” 

‘He’s cute.  I think he should be your boyfriend, Uncle Kurt.”

“He’s ok, Uncle Kurt. But if you like him, you should make him your boyfriend.”

Kurt groaned.  “OK.  No more talking about boyfriends or my lack thereof.  This was supposed to be a nice, calm, quiet evening. ‘Why don’t we do some finger painting?’ I said.  ‘It will be fun,’ I said.  Who was I kidding?“ Kurt parroted himself from earlier in the evening and then rolled his eyes as he looked back to Blaine.  “That was a very bad idea on my part.  0/10 would not recommend.”

Blaine chuckled.  “Well, the paint is very . . it is bright and festive and fun . . and um, if you had a black light - it would glow in the dark.”

“What?!” screeched Kurt.  “Where did you get that paint, Streisand?”

“Mommy and Daddy’s room. In the table by the bed.”

“Oh god,” Kurt mumbled.  “I don’t want to think about why they have that in their bedroom.”

Blaine snickered.  “Why don’t you get the kids cleaned up? I’ll keep the food warm in the oven for you.” he tossed Kurt a charming smile.  “Consider it an extra perk of the delivery process.”

“Thank you so, so much. “ Kurt gasped as he began dragging Streisand and Joan out of the kitchen by their arms.  “Barbra, come on.  Leave Mr. Blaine alone, and let’s get this paint out of your hair.”

Barbra followed reluctantly.  “Will you still be here when we come back?” she asked Blaine.

Blaine knew what he wanted to say, but he hated to intrude on their little evening.

“I don’t know.  I think it depends on your Uncle Kurt.” Blaine confessed.

“Uncle Kurt, pleeeeeeeeease can Mr. Blaine stay?” Barbra whined.

“Yeah, can he? Uncle Kurt, can he?” Joan chimed in.

“Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay.” Streisand began to chant loudly.

Kurt rolled his eyes.  “Yes, Mr. Blaine can stay.  We have to get him out of his clothes too.”

Blaine coughed and tried to suppress another laugh.  “Well, I usually get a first date before that. . .”

 Kurt sputtered and blushed again.  Blaine was beginning to find it totally adorable.   “I meant to change clothes,” Kurt tried to explain.  “Because paint . . and . . there’s a washer and dryer in the apartment . . oh and fuck  … I’m just going to go now before I say something else stupid.”

As Kurt pulled the two kids he had in hand down the hallway towards the bathroom, he could hear: “Ooooooh … you said a bad word, Uncle Kurt.”

A ton of giggling.

And then a small pink-haired covered face popped back into the kitchen doorway.

“So you’ll stay?” Barbra asked excitedly.

“I’ll stay. I promise.” Blaine told her.

Barbra squealed in joy and ran back down the hallway.

Oh yeah, Blaine was in so much trouble now.

*****

NOTE: If you haven't figured out yet, yes, these are Rachel's triplets😂

If anyone else wants to play - AU+Trope+Prompt Game.

[justasmallbloginabigklainefandom]

@esperantoauthor replied to your post “Do Klainers these days know about the Without You...”:

What is it?

​As Jen @1908jmd said:

There is this shot of Finn with Blaine in the back and he leans out of frame to "kiss Kurt on the cheek" and bro there were riots on my dash about the fact that Glee cut it out BUT ALSO there were a lot of Klainers also saying it was bullshit and that they never kissed in the first place, bUT ALSO it just really fit in the queer viewership climate of season 3 and Glee's subtle homophobia in the season which is another fucking can of worms and it was WILD.

I always think of the gif that someone from the "it wasn't a kiss" crowd made where Darren and Chris were just derping instead. Being a Gleek when it was aired.... it truly was the best of times and the worst of times.

[talkwith-kvrthvmmel]

Well, it's nice to know your imagination is able to stay so bright and entertaining on a triple shot of Americano! Usually that would just make me jittery and I make the worst typos when I'm hyped up on caffeine. It still gave me a good laugh, which isn't shocking. How are your training sessions going, Sam?

Oooo, a Disney trip?! That's exciting! Can't even remember the last time I visited one of those parks. But as a former Disney obsessed child, I can confirm that you are never too old. If you were too old, why do a lot of the rides require you be a certain height? Or why do they serve alcohol? If I were you, I'd drop hints on how much you enjoy family time. And if that doesn't work, just go and show up when you do find out when they're going. Although I have to say, summer Disney Park is crowded and you'd be better off at the end of August and into September before they shut down things in preparation for Halloween.

...Teazard? I have to ask. Have you had any American today too? Just curious.

Absolutely! We'll go off of when you're up for it, whenever you drop by, and you'll come to work with me. We'll meet up with Blaine for lunch probably afterwards, get his point of view. Maybe we can drag Mercedes in on it if she isn't busy around that time.

Nah, only my imagination ran away from me! I did have a triple shot Americano to get me through two back-to-back training sessions... Ha! That would do it!

I miss both yours and Blaine's faces too! Something tells me you guys will see me in your neck of the city within the next month. Just gotta pin down when my family's Disney trip will be. They haven't asked me to come which bugs me. Maybe they think I'm too old?

You're a tea wizard! Teazard! For a thank-you-for-letting-me-crash-at-your-place gift I'll get a nice tea set. Something to show how much I appreciate y'all opening your doors to me.

The more I think about it the more appealing it sounds... Think I can talk to one of your Vogue photographer friends when I'm there next month or early August??

[silverjetsystm]

💞

( we need to interact more 💙 )

send me a 💞 and i’ll tell you something I like about your portrayal!!

Hi hi! Yes, we absolutely need to interact more. I do love reading Kurt's replies when they come across my dash. Your headcanons and verses are incredibly thought out. Adjusting what mess/dramatics have been made to canon in a way that feels believable. Kurt is funny, romantic, sexy, and 100% not weak at all.

[nghtcrawler]

𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ——— 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙄 𝘿𝙄𝙀𝘿. but that isn't the end of the story. fate, it seemed, had  other  plans . . . and brought me back to  life.

this is a low activity & selective blog for kurt wagner aka nightcrawler ― while he technically belongs to marvel, i have taken him and made him my own with inspirations pulled from various comics. written and loved by gumi , 24. he / him.

first things first . . . it should be known that there will be mentions of religion on this blog as kurt himself is very religious and catholic more specifically. he mentions god and is often seen praying though he never pushes these things onto others! either way its important to his character and will be all over this blog!

i am currently reading through various comics but kurt pops up all over the place so its taking time to get through things. and while i do love writing x-men / marvel related plots . . . i do not really care to get back into the rpc. but! writing with marvel characters is fine by me! i am open for crossovers and what not as well!

i'm rather selective as i like to keep a clean dash and chances are, if i follow then i genuinely want to write with you! granted, i'm very slow but im down a hole in x-men / kurt lore so i'm here to stay awhile.

i. love. plotting! i could seriously plot all day every day. i prefer working on dynamics and tossing ideas around as it makes it easier for me to write up replies / starters! if we're mutuals then my ims are always open and disco is available per request!

[mckinleyhq]

another week has come and gone !! thank you to everyone for your participation this week, i am so excited about how many of you posted as part of the weekly theme task fill and i love, love, love to see the dash moving every day !!

new members.

during our ninth week open, we welcomed ella, lynn & amy to the group - we have loved getting to know your portrayals of santana lopez, kurt hummel & madison mccarthy so far, and we can't to see what's in store !!

weekly tasks & events.

this week, mckinley hosted it's annual student council elections - running for, and taking office - hunter clarington & sugar motta - their campaign was hard fought and well won - strategy meets sparkle !! now we just have to see if they can follow through on all the promises they made (and potential bribes they took).

our eighth weekly task & glee club assignment was posted, our theme this week was of course - student council elections and passion !! we had great participation this week, especially in glee club and with our power point presentation task ; check them out - sugar motta, kyle christopherson, sebastian smythe, mason mccarthy, taylor lincoln, david karofsky  !!

we hosted another successful ask wednesday this week, thank you to everyone who participated !!

this week we hosted two birthdays, so once again a very happy birthday to: adrian cruz-dumont & sebastian smythe !!

important links.

mhqinspo › weekly edit tag

mhqinspo › weekly glee assignment tag

roleplay notices.

we've decided to cap our mun count at twenty players, we are currently sitting at eighteen players, meaning we have two open mun spot left.

open starter round up

here are all the open starters that were posted during this week, feel free to check it out again and reply to any open starters with less notes - this will be a weekly practice !!

brittany pierce › is living in another time-space continuum !!

david karofsky › his pronouns are N E W D I R E C T I O N S !!

keke akana › is feeling a little lost !!

kurt hummel › is living for the drama !!

lizzie jules › is throwing shade at loud talkers !!

mason mccarthy › has a message for the new directions !!

scott parker › is a menace to the school grounds !!

sebastian smythe › *adults in charlie brown vc* !!

sebastian smythe › had a little birthday shindig !!

[talkwith-kvrthvmmel]

You're so brave and strong for keeping secrets from Margaret like that. This calls for the good wine and cheese!

Can I just say, the weird spelling with extra letters for their kids just seems like extra work for no reason besides to look creative? But it's the most lazy and boring way to be creative, I swear. Brynleigh? What is that?! I'm adding to the judgement pool on that alone. I also don't understand why anyone would congratulate a dad for 'babysitting' when he's supposed to be the dad. The straights aren't okay, and it shows, and the more I hear about how ridiculous they are the more uncomfortable I get being around them. Is that weird? That's probably weird. But they're also weird for the two-faced drama they create for themselves because they have nothing going on and it shows. At least, out of everything that goes on at your job, it isn't boring! And I appreciate the read, so thank you. Is this drawing going on the fridge?

That would be the logical side of any argument! But in the fashion world? Logic doesn't always connect. It's about reputation in more than just what you make for yourself in talent. It's about making everyone else look good, especially your bosses. And if you don't look the part that represents your boss, then everything can go south and it's a total mess. High stress. And yet I love it. Can't get enough.

I would never put an umbrella on a hat! Absolutely not! I was thinking, it could be similar to sunglasses? When you step outside, they darken from the UV rays, keep you shaded. But once inside, they lighten again. Maybe they could also change colors!? Oh my god! I can picture it now! This is going to be huge! It sounds like a good idea, right? This isn't just me getting over enthused about something that's actually silly?

Keeping secrets from her is hard, as she loves gossip almost as much as you do, but for you, I'm willing to give it a try...

Oh, I don't even know where to start. The amount of gossip that comes out of these moms so early in the morning is astonishing. It's all still a bit hard to follow, as I'm still learning everyone's names, but let's see... Brynleigh's mom is currently being judged by everyone - and I mean everyone - because she had the audacity to bring snacks that weren't organic. Winifred's dad dropped her off today and got praised by all the moms for 'babysitting' his own daughter and as soon as he'd left the building, I was asked if I agreed that he had a 'hot dad bod' thing going on. And someone announced that Bentley's mom, who was late like she always is, got engaged and they all agreed it would never work out because 'their love languages are just too different'. Then Bentley and his mom chose that exact moment to walk into the room and they all pretended like her engagement was the best news they'd ever heard. And this all happened before 9am. Never a dull moment with these Upper East Side moms. I'm not sure about any crushes, although I did get a really nice drawing from Lacey today, so who knows...

Oh my god, that's wild. And it would obviously never happen to you. I mean, I know the fashion world is ruthless, but I feel like having a sunburn in this scorching heat isn't as big of an offence as a wrinkly dress.

Oh, how wonderful life is as the trophy fiancé of Vogue's brand-new talent. I can't wait. I can already picture the streets of New York City next summer, filled with people walking around with umbrellas. Just make sure they don't turn out like those silly-looking umbrella hats, because that would be pretty terrifying.

[no-one-fuck-a-man]

Berry Blues

Season One

Part Sixteen - (Home) Demon Drink

Quinn Fabray x Reader

Summary: Thanks to Sue Sylvester, it was up to you and Quinn to make sure your friend started to love herself again.

Word Count: 3,871

WARNINGS: Disgusting drink, not eating, injuries

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"Um, all right, I have one final announcement before we all leave," Mr Schue said, taking a seat on a stool in front of the class, "We can't use the auditorium for the next week."

"But that's garbage. How are we supposed to practice for Regionals without the auditorium?" Finn asked.

"The Cheerios need it to practice in." He shrugged. "There's nothing I can do."

"I recommend a sit-in," your sister spoke, hopping up from her seat.

"I recommend we torch the place," Puck countered, slapping Mike's fist with his own.

You waved your finger to the boy, "I like that idea more. But seriously though, they have the gym to practice in."

"Well, for some reason, Sue needs the auditorium for them." Mr Schue shrugged once more.

"Then we use the gym."

"The acoustics will be terrible," Rachel said.

"It wasn't for Kurt and Mercedes when they were singing."

"That's different."

"How?" Knowing that you weren't gonna get an answer from that, you continued to ask, "Then we use the choir room."

"It's not big enough," Tina pointed out, "We need to know what we're doing for a full stage."

You threw your head back and groaned.

"So, torching the place, it is."

"No." The Spanish teacher put his foot down. "Look, we've all faced adversity before, and we've come out stronger on the other end. I'm going to check out a few off-site locations for us to use, just for the week. I promise I'll find us a new home."

"Please tell me it's not going to be your home," you muttered, gaining a light smack to your arm from Quinn sitting by your side.

You were expecting your teacher to say something in reply, but were soon proven wrong when the bell signalling the end of lessons rang throughout the school. You rose from your seat along with the rest of your friends... except for Artie, that is. Trailing from the room, looking over your shoulder at Brittany and Santana. All the while, Kurt made Fin hang back to look at something.

Lunch.

It truly was one of your favourite times of the school day. Of any day, really.

You had been hanging with the two cheerleader's ever since you had left the choir room, which included getting lunch with them. Not that they really had anything on their trays.

Telling them that they needed to grab more than a banana and some salad for lunch, Brittany interrupted you to talk about her cat just as a third cheerleader came up to your small group.

"I'm pretty sure my cat's been reading my diary."

Your eyes met with Santana's momentarily.

"Hey, guys," Mercedes greeted, looking directly at her fellow Cheerios, " can I ask you something?"

No answer, but the girl continued on with her question, anyway.

"How do you manage to stay so skinny?"

"'The Sue Sylvester Master Clense'" Santana replied, lifting her metal Cheerios water bottle up as if she were making some shitty TV advertisement, Brittany following suit.

"The what?" You asked, "Go on. Tell me what's in it. This cannot be good."

"It's got water, maple syrup for glucose, lemon for acid," the Latina began to list off, obviously repeating word for word what her coach had said, "Cayenne pepper, irritate the bowls. And a dash of Ipecac, a vomiting agent."

"I'm sorry, what? That's gotta border on child abuse or something. At the very least."

"Sometimes, I add a teaspoon of sand," Brittany said.

You made a sarcastic humming noise, "Yummy!"

"That can't be healthy."

"Oh, it's not."

"Who cares?" Santana asked.

"You should."

"You can either feel terrible and look great. Or get kicked off the team when that reporter gets here."

"I've gotta taste this shit," you said against your better judgment, reaching over to take Brittany's bottle from her, considering she is the most likely to share. Before you stopped, looking the blonde in her eyes, and asked, "Is there sand in it right now?"

The girl nodded happily, and you also nodded, but only once, and not happily. Then moved to reach for Santana's bottle.

Leaning your head back, you didn't even take a mouthful of the stuff before you cringed around the nozzle.

It was, somehow, worse than what Matt and Mike had made you drink the day you found Finn and your sister kissing at the bowling alley.

Man. A lot has changed since then.

You thrust the metallic bottle back into the Latina's hands, looking around wildly for anywhere you could spit out the liquid in your mouth.

Before you found it.

Bending over, you hastily spat the stuff into Santana's empty bowl upon her tray.

"That is hell," you husked, turning to Mercedes, "Don't drink that stuff. It will suck out your soul and shit on it."

You then began clearing your throat loudly, trying to get rid of the taste, unknowingly that Mercedes' had walked away and left her tray next to the salad bar.

Sticking out your tongue, you wiped at it with your hands. Trying to rid the flavour with your fingertips. But nothing worked.

Santana and Brittany were the next to leave. Also leaving their tray's, gulping down their drinks, and leaving you to your suffering.

You were the only one who still had their tray as you made your way to where Quinn stood at the entrance of the cafeteria. With you still creating strange noises, trying to hack away your mistake.

"You used to drink that stuff?"

The blonde nodded ashamedly.

"God, it's like demon water."

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"I'm worried."

"Huh?" you questioned distractedly, too focused upon your laptop.

"Y/N." A sharp dig to your ribs.

"Ow."

"Y/N."

"Yeah?" Still distracted.

"Pay attention."

"Yeah, you look great. And don't worry, you'll ace the test next week."

"That's not what I'm worried about," Quinn admitted.

"Then what's wrong?"

"It's Mercedes."

"Well, maybe you could help her study for the test."

"It's not about the test- Could you focus on me and not your laptop?!" Quinn snapped, finally drawing your attention to the blonde who was glaring daggers at you.

"What? What?"

"Mercedes," she stressed, "She's not eating."

"But she needs to eat. Why isn't she eating?"

"Because she's trying to lose weight before the reporter gets here, Sue told her to. San and Britt told me yesterday."

"Oh, for fucks sake. What do we do?"

Quinn shrugged. "Talk to her? Before she really gets hurt."

"This is a whole mess of crap."

"You're telling me."

Just then, Jesse and Rachel walked into the school's library, holding hands and looking all sickeningly lovey-dovey.

You gave a vocal cringe, grabbing Quinn's wrist and tugging her up from her seat. Picking up her open school book and your laptop, hearing the girl's opposition to your actions.

"Come on," you said, ushering her away from the table with your palm pressed to her shoulder blade, "I deal with this near enough every day at home. I don't wanna see it here. If I don't have to."

"Are they really that bad?"

You shuddered, obviously.

"It's like they follow me, purposely trying to torture me."

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"A roller rink?" Tina asked at the start of the Glee Club meeting. After Mr Schue had announced the news.

"Oh, I'm gonna break my ass."

"You know you don't have to try roller skating, right?" Rachel pointed out obviously, from where she sat in front of you.

"No. I'm gonna." You nodded, sealing your fate.

"Weren't those outlawed in like 1981 for being totally lame?" Santana snarked.

"Aw, come on, guys," Mr Schue said, "Where's your sense of adventure? The space is great, and April is giving it to us to practice in for free."

"Mr Schue?" Kurt raised his hand," If I may?"

The man sucked his lips in and relinquished his spot at the front of the class to the boy. Allowing him to stand beside him and address everyone.

"The New Directions is clearly a club with a death of direction," he began, "Rachel and Jesse refuse to accept that all of us would rather die before we allow them to become the next Beyonce and Jay-Z." Your sister smiled smugly at the comparison Kurt made, the insult flying over her head. "And Finn's mother's romance with my father is sending him into a wholly unnecessary tailspin of despair."

"Wait, what?" you asked, surprised by this news.

"What we all need right now is to explore the idea of a sense of place." Kurt smiled, picking up the stack of sheet music from the black piano, thrusting them into Mr Scuester's torso for the man to hand out. "And how we find that place within, we will get that happy ending. Brad, B-flat."

"Do you know this song?" you asked in a whisper, leaning over to Santana.

"Nope."

"Oh, this is gonna be fun."

You didn't know it either

'Just don't let it be depressing'

A chair is still a chair

Even when there's no one sitting there

'Ah, fuck'

You had to hide your painful, albeit silent laughter behind your sheet music when you spotted Puck mouthing 'Are you gay?' over to Finn, thanks to the boy singing to him.

But a chair is not a house

And a house is not a home

You were beginning to think that Kurt's crush on the tall boy was starting to get slightly out of hand.

When there's no one there

To hold you there

Okay...

Maybe just out of hand. No slight about it.

And no one there

You can kiss good night

Glancing to Santana out of the corner of your eyes, you found her looking at you with the same uneasy look upon her face before turning to a smiling Brittany.

A room is still a room

Even when there's nothing there but gloom

You watched as Santana raised her pinkie finger, letting Brittany lace it with her own. The Latina soon rested her head against the blonde's shoulder, both of the girls cuddling up to the other.

Catching Santana's eye, you mouthed over 'Gay', only making her glare harshly at you.

But a room is not a house

And a house is not a home

When the two of us

Are far apart

And one of us

Has a broken heart

'Yep. The song was kinda depressing, but... in a nice way?'

---

"Y/N," Quinn called urgently, rushing up to where you were putting books into your locker.

"What? What's wrong? You shouldn't be running, in your condition."

"Mercedes passed out in the cafeteria hall."

"Oh, shit." The blonde turned, intending to head to the nurse's office, with you right behind her. But before you hastily shut your locker door, you grabbed a granola bar that was sitting within it, handing it to Quinn.

Mercedes had just woken up when you arrived. The nurse allowed you to wait in the same room as she checked her over.

She hummed, "Your blood pressure's low. Maybe that's why you fainted. Your mom will be here soon. I'll go and get you some ginger ale."

Looking awkward, Quinn slowly rose to her feet once the nurse left. Making her way over to Mercedes and trying to hand her the snack.

"Thanks. I'm not hungry."

"Yes, you are. You're starving," Quinn countered, "I know. I've been there."

Deciding it was best to let the girls speak, you kept your mouth shut.

"Did all the other kids start looking like food right before you fainted?"

Which, as it turns out, was a hard thing to do.

"Yeah. How'd you know?" Mercedes asked as if she were a mindreader.

"Been there."

"Wait, hold up," you said, raising your hand from where you had then folded across your chest. Where you stood watching the two, leaning against the worktops beside them, "Is that why you said I looked delicious that one time, before you passed out, and I caught you?"

You staying quiet didn't last long.

"Yeah." Quinn nodded.

"Wow. Gotta tell you, my ego's going way down now."

"You'll survive. You had plenty in storage." Then she turned back to the girl sitting in front of her. "Eat the granola bar."

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Mercedes asked, taking the food from the blonde, "I can't remember the last time you said two words to me that weren't "you" and "suck"."

"Because she chooses one person to be nice to a day." Quinn glared at you. "And as you can see. It's definitely you and not me."

She rolled her eyes at you, then turned to give Mercedes the real answer.

"'Cause I was you. Scared. Hating myself for eating a cookie."

"The cookie monster would be so sad."

"But I get over it."

"Yeah, of course, you did," Mercedes said spitefully, "Miss Pretty-Blonde-With-The-White-Girl-Ass."

Your eyebrows ticked down at that, eyes trailing to where said blonde sat, tilting your head as if to gain a better view of her fore-talked-about ass.

"When you start eating for somebody else, so that they can grow and be healthy, your relationship to food changes," Quinn confessed, "What I realized is that if I'm so willing to eat right to take care of this baby... why am I not willing to do it for myself? You are so lucky," she continued, as a tear trailed down Mercedes' cheek, "You've always been at home in your body. Don't let Miss Sylvester take that away from you."

"Don't let anyone take that away from you," you added.

"Right." Quinn nodded at you.

"I'm so embarrassed," the girl admitted, "This isn't me. How did I become this person?"

Quinn smiled slightly, trying to hold back her tears, as her hand came up to rub against Mercedes' arm.

"You are beautiful. You know that."

"We all know that."

"We're gonna stay here with you until your mom comes, okay?"

Things had grown quiet after that.

The silence filled with Mercedes munching the granola bar and you messing with stuff on the worktop."

"Y/N, what are you-? Put the condom down."

You chuckled, "They're funny. You should have picked one up." You gestured to her swollen belly with the wrapped protection, quickly noticing her glare. "Ha... ha... please don't kill me."

---

Pain shot through your body from where you landed on the hard, shiny floor. A groan surged from your mouth. While a blonde giggled lightly, only a few feet away from you.

"'No, Y/N, let's not go watch a movie. Let's go to the roller rink with the guys. It will be fun'," you mimicked Quinn's earlier words back to her, as she laughed harder, but yet, still able to keep herself steady on her feet, "Yeah, how'd that turn out? I actually did fall on my ass."

"I think that was more so your coxis."

Just then, your sister passed by with her boyfriend, passing through his legs.

You cringed at that.

"God, that was disgusting!" you called after the two, "You can't wear those gay socks if you're going to do something so disgustingly heterosexual, Rachel!"

She ignored you.

Like she has done, time and time again.

"Come on, clumsy," Quinn outstretched her hands to help you rise up to your feet, "Let's keep going."

"How are you so good at this?"

"I was the head cheerleader, remember? I still got some of the agility it takes to be at the top of the pyramid."

"Right, right. Okay," you replied, focusing on not falling over once you were back on your wheeled feet.

"You're like Bambi," Quinn laughed.

"Shut up, you're-" your sentence was cut off with another dull thud as you slipped once more, landing on your ass this time. Like you said you would.

Next came rolling past Artie, being pushed by Tina, and a screaming Mercedes holding onto the girl's waist.

"Well, at least she's having fun."

"Has anyone told you that your maternal instincts, thanks to your pregnancy, are starting to be projected to the people around you?" you uttered as you tried to get up by yourself, only for your feet to, repeatedly, kick up from the floor. Falling and landing on your back that time.

"That's what you get," Quinn laughed.

"Oh, I'm gonna be sore tomorrow."

Mike fell down not too far away from you. Moving in such a way that he only ended up landing safely on the side of his thigh."

"I know how you feel, buddy," you called over to the boy before facing the strobe-lit ceiling, groaning out, "This is where I live now."

"Get up, you big baby."

"No. You can't make me."

"Y/N," she said sternly.

"But that can."

---

"So, what did you kids get up to today?" your dad, LeRoy asked, as they walked through the door, spotting the four of you gathered round in the living room.

"We went to a roller rink." Rachel smiled happily from where she sat beside Jesse, under his arm.

"And judging by all the ice packs, you fell over." That man smiled at you.

It was true.

You had ice packs covering your body.

One on your shoulder, another on your ankle, on the knee, and a final one on your coxis. Not that they could see that.

"She fell over a total of nine times," Quinn spoke, making her way over to sit beside you.

Hiram barked out a laugh, "Really?"

"I was aiming for ten, but you can't always get what you want, can you?" You then pointed over to where your sister and her boyfriend sat. "They were being disgustingly heterosexual. She rolled through his legs and everything."

"Ew," Hiram said in a childish tone, a grossed out look watching over his face.

"Hiram," his husband scolded lightly.

Jesse laughed lightly at the situation as your sister glared over at you, and you being the mature person that you are, stuck your tongue out at her.

"I see where you get it from," Quinn said.

"Get what?"

"Your... you."

You glanced over at your tall father, currently being scolded by your other father.

"Thanks." You smiled honestly back at the blonde. Not spotting the way your, still lightly bickering, dad's shot you both a glance, then peered back knowingly at the other.

Their bet was still firmly on.

And would be till the very end.

---

"How's your butt?"

"Still sore," you replied with a small groan as you moved to sit down beside the girl upon the cold, shiny gym floor. Flipping off Mike and Matt, who were giggling at you from where they sat. "How do you think this rally's gonna go?"

Quinn shook her head softly, "That doesn't matter. We're gonna be there for Mercedes, no matter what."

"Damn straight we are."

Soon enough, the lights dimmed, and a buzzer sounded through the gym.

Cheering came next, followed by the cheerleaders.

Your elbows were resting on your bent knees when Mercedes walked forward. Heading for the microphone in front of the Cheerios.

"Hey, guys," she started, "I'm Mercedes Jones."

"Is this an AA meeting?" you whispered your joke into Quinn's ear, only gaining her shushing you in reply.

The girl was nervous, but she breathed through it.

"So, most of you know Cheerios is about perfection and winning... looking hot and being popular. Well, I think it should be about something different." She bit her lip before continuing, "How many of you at this school feel fat?"

Quinn's hand was one of, if not the first, to raise. Not just in showing how she felt but also in support of her friend. More hand's continue to raise.

"How many of you feel like maybe you're not worth very much?" More hands. "Or you're ugly. If you have too many pimples and not enough friends?"

More and more hands rose with her words.

You, understanding that this was all about insecurities in general. Had your hand up in the air with many others.

"Well, I felt all those things about myself at one time or another. Hell, I felt most of those things about myself today. And that just ain't right." Mercedes shook her head. "And we've got something to say about it. And if you like what we have to say, come down here and sing it with us."

Then, music started to fill the room, and a spotlight moved to glow over the girl.

Every day

Is so wonderful

And suddenly

It's hard to breathe

Now and then

I get insecure

From all the pain

I'm so ashamed

I am beautiful

No matter what they say

Words can't bring me down

I am beautiful

In every single way

Yes, words can't bring me down

Oh, No.

So don't you bring me down today

All cheerleaders, but Kurt, turned around to sing the song with the passionate girl upfront.

No matter what we do

No matter what we do

Quinn offered a hand, wanting you to help her stand, which you obviously did. Expecting her to let go once she was flat on her feet, but instead, her grip on your hand tightened as she tugged you gently, indicating for you to follow.

You did that, too.

Even if your body ached in retaliation.

Moving with the blonde to stand beside Mercedes.

No matter what you say

No matter what you say

Santana, coming to stand by your other side, allowing you to throw your arm around her shoulders, free hand moving to wrap around Quinn's waist, resting upon her hip.

And everywhere we go

And everywhere we go

The sun will always shine

The sun will always, always

Shine

Mikes hands slapped against your shoulders as he came to stand behind you, many more of your friends making their way up to join the singing group.

'Cause we are beautiful

No matter what they say

Yes, words won't bring us down

Oh, no

So don't you bring me down today

Don't you bring me down today

Don't you bring me down

Today

Cheering for the girl filled the gym as you were gently moved back so that Kurt could get through and speak to his friend.

Quinn's hand slid down your arm and into yours so that she could pull you away from the gathered crowd.

"Where are we going?"

"Nowhere. I was just starting to feel a little claustrophobic."

"Don't lie, you just wanted to be alone with me," you said playfully.

"I'm starting to wish I left you there."

---

"Did you tell him yet?" Rachel asked once the whole club was gathered around, watching the two talking adults.

"Tell me what?" Mr Schue asked, looking from the girl and then back to April.

"That I bought y'all the auditorium," she rose her hands.

You joined in clapping beside Matt as your teacher turned back to the blonde woman in surprise.

"What?"

"I wrote ol' Figgins a check this morning. It's now called the 'April Rhodes Civic Pavilion'," she said, making a rainbow shape in front of her as she announced the name.

"I- I don't know what to say."

"I 'thank you' might be a good place to start."

"We've got it covered." Your sister stepped up.

"Or that."

-----

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Sparks pt.1

Quicksilver is my current obsession and I’ve been missing his content especially x-men content so I decided to create this fic! Hey y’all this is gonna be my first fic on this account so excited to share it with y’all Be sure to like, follow and comment to let me know what you think! (Full disclosure it’s been a while since I’ve watched the X-Men movies so some facts may be off. I am gonna try and rewatch them soon)

Word Count: 1214

Peter noticed that there were more people than usual gathered outside the school when he arrived. He had just come back from his house, going home for the weekend to restock on his supplies of various hostess snacks. There was a gym bag slung over his shoulder filled with them and a new walkman which just happened to end up in his bag when he was speeding through a convenience store. Totally not stealing.

  There seemed to be an event of some kind going on, he cocked his head to the side and took another bite of his twinkie, his fifth one in the last hour. There also seemed to be a lot of noise and faint music coming from the house. Maybe Charles finally decided to loosen up and let him have the summer party he’d been bugging him about for the last couple months. He took one last bit of this Twinkie before readjusting his goggles and zooming up the path that led to the school. Time slowed as he picked up speed, the bees that buzzed past seemed to move in slow motion, he smirked and sped up even more. 

He came to a stop a few meters away from the entrance of the school. Even as he stopped the world around him remained frozen, everyone stuck in their current positions, as he was free to roam. Peter looked around and saw a banner hanging from the archway of the school. It read, New Students Welcome. The writing was clearly Jubilee's and it was covered in glitter, as he passed underneath it some of it rained down on him. It was colored blue and yellow, horrible color choices in his opinion. So it was orientation day then, not his summer bash of the century, bummer. That didn't mean he couldn't have some fun messing with the newbies. Charles was sitting outside the school, hand extended greeting a new student. Peter ran up to the student and messed up his perfectly combed hair and flicked his finger against his chest every so slightly. He then proceeded to terrorize the rest of the newcomers, tying their shoelaces together or swapping their suitcases with one another. He even messed with some of the school's current students, stealing Scott’s sunglasses, moving Jean away from Scott and posing her and some new kid so it looked like they were making out. Placing a spider in Jubilee’s hair. He stood back and admired his handwork, planning on zooming away to his dorm before getting caught. But then he saw Kurt out of the corner of his eye. Of course this wouldn't be complete without messing with his favorite blue buddy. As he ran up to Kurt he noticed that he was talking to someone with a smile frozen on his features. That was rare, Peter slug his arm around Kurt and followed his eyes to see who was making him smile in that way. It was a girl with (y/h/l) (y/h/c) hair, she was wearing a Queen band shirt tucked into a pair of blue jean shorts. Her hair was blowing around her face, which was lit up in a brilliant smile, eyes squeezed shut as she laughed at something that Kurt had just said. 

Peter felt himself smile as he looked at you, maybe with you here this place wouldn't be as unbearable. A tinge of annoyance wiggled his way into his heart at the fact that you were laughing with Kurt instead of with him. He continued to stare at you until he realized the whole reason he had come over to you guys to begin with. He took out a sharpie he had pocketed from the convenience store, he popped the cap off with his teeth and twirled it for a moment before deciding what to do with it. He decided to doodle a mustache on Kurt’s upper lip. He then turned to you, marker still in hand. He looked at you for a moment more before deciding that he wasn't going to mess with you, at least for now. That was until he saw the yellow scrunchie on your wrist. Surely you wouldn’t notice if it went missing, and if you did he’d have a reason to talk to you. He slipped it off your arm holding your hand in his, taking a silent note of how well it fit in his own. He took the scrunchie and stuffed it into his pocket along with the Sharpie. He then made a move to dash away thinking about how he could dash back and make a grand entrance. One that would hopefully impress you. But fate had other plans as he moved to run. He tripped over Kurt’s tail and landed flat on his face. Time caught up with him and everything seemed to happen all at once. The new kid fell back on his butt, Jubilee screamed for someone to get the spider off her, Jean pushed away the kid that she had been set up with and Scott gritted his teeth in an annoyance. A loud collective shouting of Peter rang out.

Kurt poofed away in surprise and you let a little laugh out at his expense. Peter was sprawled out on the floor, hair a mess. He was cursing under his breath about Kurt and his stupid tail and how he was gonna chop it off one of these days. He made a move to try and get up before you noticed him but Kurt reappeared on top of Peter. Peter let out a groan in protest of the unwelcomed weight. Kurt’s voice joined the chorus of cursing Peter’s name. You looked at Kurt with an eyebrow raised and let out an airy laugh “Peter? Who’s Peter?” 

An annoyed look rested on Kurt’s face as he pointed down to the silver speedster still laying at your feet. You looked down to see Peter lying on the ground frozen as you locked eyes with him. He felt his face turn red and cleared his throat letting out a choked “Hi.” An octave too high. He then got up a record speed, knocking Kurt off him, pushing past the crowd and disappearing inside the school. He clutched his gym bag to his chest trying to calm himself down as he ripped into a Twinkie. His heart was beating incredibly fast and he could feel his face getting warmer by the second. He couldn't believe that he had made such a fool out of himself in front of you. He peered around the corner and saw you helping up Kurt with a smile on your face. Great, he had helped you guys get closer. 

You helped Kurt back to his feet as you picked up the snack cakes that had fallen out of Pete’s gym bag during his getaway. “Peter seems-”

Kurt cut you off, ‘Annoying.”

You let out a little snort. I was gonna say “interesting.”

“If you say so.” Kurt changed the subject and offered to carry in your bags. Your reluctantly gave him one and you both made your way into the school. Peter watched you two as you came in and promised that the next time you meant he wouldn’t make a fool out of himself.

I hope y’all enjoyed the first part! If it does well I’ll be updating it next Wednesday! In the meantime send me fic or headcannon requests to my inbox and I’ll reply as soon as I can!

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Chapter 6 By HKVoyage (VoyageAsia)

Friday, March 23, 2012 (three weeks later)

At the end of Glee Club, Rachel sashayed to the front with her chin held high. “To celebrate the beginning of Spring Break, I’m having a party next Friday night. My fathers will be in Miami, so we’ll have the house to ourselves. Everyone is invited, and you can spend the night if you want.”

Kurt glanced at Puck, who was smirking with two thumbs up, a signal that he’d be supplying the booze. Kurt internally groaned. He knew all about Rachel’s parties when her fathers were away. Last year, he’d attended her trainwreck extravaganza. He thought about how Rachel and Blaine had made out and the awkward conversation with his father the following day when he had discovered Blaine in his bed. It couldn’t get worse than that. At least, he hoped.

Mr. Shue waved his hand to grab everyone’s attention. “Just a reminder that Glee Club is still on during Spring Break. We need to rehearse if we want to have a shot at winning Nationals. Have a good weekend.”

Kurt put on his winter coat and scarf and slung his messenger bag over his shoulder. It might be mid-March with warm days, but once the sun set, it was cold. When he saw Blaine’s hand reaching out to him, Kurt instantly held it, tangling their fingers together. Kurt could feel a warmth spread through his body. Holding hands was such a simple act, but it was by far his favorite part of being Blaine’s fake boyfriend. It was an intimate connection to Blaine, and it made him feel like they belonged together. If only.

They headed to the parking lot, and Blaine's car lights flickered when he pressed the fob. Blaine dashed to the front passenger side to open the door for him. Kurt loved all the little things Blaine did to make him feel special, and sometimes, it was hard to remember that Blaine wasn’t really his boyfriend.

Once they were on their way, Kurt remarked, “Since winning Regionals last month, Mr. Shue has been crazy with all the rehearsals. Honestly, I wonder why we bother. Usually, the song list isn’t set until the night before.”

“I don’t mind. We’ve got a real shot at winning this year,” Blaine replied.

Kurt paused before broaching the subject that was really on his mind. “I’m not sure what to think about Rachel’s party.”

“It’ll be a good way to unwind from all the extra Glee practices. I thought you liked parties?”

“Last year’s party was a drunk fest. I felt so awkward the entire time.”

“Maybe this year will be different. I'll be there as your boyfriend.”

Yes, a lot of things were different from last year. Kurt was still in love with Blaine, but at least this time, people thought they were boyfriends. He really hoped that Blaine wouldn’t do anything stupid.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Blaine remarked.

Kurt arched an eyebrow. “So, you can read my mind now?”

“Pretty much,” Blaine smirked. He raised one hand. “I promise I won’t drink anything from a red solo cup that Puck gives to me.” He winked at Kurt. “After all, I have to be in top form for our kissing.”

Kurt froze. “Kissing?”

“How much do you wanna bet that Santana will suggest playing spin the bottle so that she can watch us making out?”

Kurt closed his eyes. Santana was definitely conniving enough to find a way for them to make out at the party in front of everyone. How was he ever going to survive making out with Blaine? He’d have to figure how to make out with Blaine without letting on how into it he was. 

Before Kurt could respond to his quip about the kissing, Blaine changed the subject. “We should also sing together during karaoke. Can I surprise you with the song? I’ll make sure it’s one you know the lyrics to.”

“As long as it isn’t ‘Candles’ or another breakup song. People would get suspicious.” Thinking about breakups reminded him of something he had been meaning to ask Blaine. “Has Sebastian texted you recently?”

Blaine shook his head. “After I told my mother about the texts, I think my dad called Sebastian’s father. I haven't heard anything from Sebastian since.” 

Kurt was skeptical that Sebastian had magically disappeared, but he wasn’t going to worry Blaine about it.

“How about Dave? What’s new with him?” Blaine asked.

Kurt groaned. “I’m really fed up with him. Dave texts me every night. Sometimes, I feel him near me when I can’t see him.”

When they stopped at a traffic light, Blaine glanced over with concern in his eyes. “Is this something I should worry about? I will kick his ass if he did anything—and I mean anything—to make you feel uncomfortable. I’ve started boxing again.” 

A smile crept across Kurt’s face. Whilst he wasn’t a damsel in distress that needed defending, he loved this protective side of Blaine that he didn’t see very often. “No. I can handle Dave, but I’ll let you know if there is a problem. I think everything would be so much easier if Dave had a boyfriend. Wouldn’t it be great if Sebastian and Dave got together? It would be killing two birds with one stone.”

Blaine shook his head. “That’s not happening. They’ve already bumped into each other at Scandals. Sebastian calls Dave ‘hamhock’. He’s not into bears.”

Kurt gazed out the window with a wistful half-smile. “A guy can dream. I’m going to ask Rachel if Dave can come to her party. I really want Dave to have more friends. It would take the pressure off me, ya know?” 

“Good idea. I wish there were more gay guys out of the closet at school.” Blaine turned the car into the Hummel driveway.

“Are you still seeing Jeff and Nick tonight?” Kurt asked.

“Yeah. You sure you don’t want to come along? They’d love to see you again.”

Kurt shook his head. “No. I can’t. You know how important Friday night dinners are to my dad.”

Kurt released the seatbelt and turned to face Blaine. “You don’t need to keep driving me every day. It’s been a month since the car accident, and I feel okay about driving.”

“I really don’t mind. I like picking you up and grabbing a cup of coffee before classes, walking into school hand-in-hand, talking about the day on the way home.”

Kurt sighed. “I guess it’s something a good boyfriend would do.”

Blaine covered Kurt’s hand and rubbed little circles on it. “It’s something a best friend would do. I really care about you.”

Kurt was surprised by the emotion in Blaine’s voice, and Kurt wondered what caring exactly meant to Blaine. 

“I still have nightmares about you stuck in the snowstorm late at night on your own,” Blaine admitted.

Kurt couldn’t help but notice that Blaine’s protective nature was showing again. He flipped his hand so it was covering Blaine’s palm. “I wasn’t out there for too long. My dad called his friend at the police station, and they both arrived lickety-split. Besides, my emergency winter car kit came in handy.” Kurt noticed the living room curtains ruffling, a sure sign that his father had been watching. “I’d better go inside before my dad comes out.” 

Kurt got out of the car. 

“Are we still on for tomorrow?” Blaine asked with a hopeful voice.

“Yeah. Give me a call when you wake up. After you’ve tried on the Prom outfit, let’s go to the mall. We can check out shoes that might work with it.” 

Kurt waved goodbye before dashing into his house. When Blaine was rubbing his hand and looking at him like he lit the stars, Kurt had been so close to throwing himself into Blaine’s arms and declaring his undying love. He really had to get his feelings under control before the kissing at Rachel’s party.

—*—

When the doorbell rang, Blaine rushed to let his friends in.

“Pizza delivery for Blaine Warbler!” Nick and Jeff shouted.

Blaine grabbed some soda and napkins from the kitchen before they headed down to the basement rec room. He selected a playlist on his phone and put it on the stereo’s docking station, and P!nk began to play through the speakers. He joined Nick and Jeff on the couch and opened the lids of the pizza boxes. While he desperately wanted to eat the pepperoni pizza, he settled for a slice of margherita. He still wondered how he was going to squeeze his ass into the Prom-night trousers. Even Kurt’s exceptional sewing skills couldn’t produce miracles.

While they were eating, Nick and Jeff updated Blaine on people at Dalton. Wes was early accepted into Yale’s pre-med program. David broke up with his girlfriend. Thad got blue braces to match his uniform. Trent was on a diet and had already lost ten pounds.

“What about Sebastian?” Blaine asked.

Nick shrugged. “He’s been keeping to himself. After Warblers practice, he dashes off. I asked him why he doesn’t hang out with us anymore, but he said he’s been busy.”

“Personally, I think he’s up to something,” Jeff interjected.

“Or hooking up with college frat guys,” Nick joked.

Blaine thought that Jeff was right, and if Sebastian was up to something, it certainly wouldn’t be good.

After chugging the rest of his soda, Nick let out a loud burp.

Jeff rolled his eyes. “You’re such a boy.”

“I thought that was exactly why you liked me,” Nick teased. He leaned toward his boyfriend and kissed him like their lives depended on it. Jeff fisted Nick’s shirt, causing it to pull out from his trousers. 

“Guys, I’m here,” Blaine reminded them.

Jeff pulled away, and the pair focused on getting their breathing back to normal.

“God, I wish I could kiss Kurt like that.”

“It takes a lot of practice,” Jeff teased.

“I’m all up for practicing. I just can’t get out of the friend zone with Kurt.”

“I thought you were carrying out our Operation Woo Kurt,” Jeff remarked.

Blaine rubbed his forehead. “I’ve done everything in our plan. I drive him to school every day. I compliment Kurt on his outfits...” 

Blaine paused, thinking about what Kurt was wearing that day; the skinny jeans had looked like they had been painted on. His Doc Martens had given off a rebellious vibe, but the look had been softened by an Alexander McQueen scarf. Kurt definitely knew how to pull an outfit together. He could feel his cock stir at the very thought of it.

“Stop thinking about Kurt’s tight-ass jeans,” Jeff snarked.

Blaine blushed at being caught out. He cleared his throat, and after discreetly making sure he didn’t have a boner, he continued, “We hold hands in the hallways and cafeteria. I serenaded him in the school courtyard. I bought him flowers for Valentine’s Day. I even bought a jar of this really expensive night cream that Kurt was having problems finding. I’ve done everything I can think of to make him feel special and pampered. We’ve been on dates, but when I drive him home, it’s like Kurt is in a desperate rush to go inside.”

“Maybe we’ve got Kurt all wrong,” Nick said.

“What do you mean by that?” Blaine asked.

“We know Kurt loves romance, but maybe he’s attracted to a different sort of look. What was Alex like?”

Blaine shrugged. “I didn’t really hang out with Kurt and Alex. It didn’t seem to me that Alex was into Kurt that much. Alex wouldn’t even go to Junior Prom with him. He’s away at college, and Kurt never hears from him.”

“I meant what does Alex look like?” Nick replied. 

“He’s super tall with long, blond, straight hair. He was on the football team so pretty beefy. He wore jeans, band t-shirts, and his red jacket.” Blaine hit his forehead. “Alex is everything I’m not.” 

“I’m not saying that you have to look like Alex, but maybe you should shake up your style a bit. Lose the hair gel and the bow ties. Stop looking like Kurt’s grandpa.”

Jeff jumped up in excitement. “I think you're on to something, Nicky. Blaine has already proven to Kurt that he’s a gentleman. Now, it’s time to show Kurt that he also can be dirty-hot.”

Blaine shook his head. “Nope. Not happening. I’m not changing who I am. Not even for Kurt.”

Jeff walked over to Blaine and rubbed his shoulder. “Honey, we don’t want you to change who you are. You’re Kurt’s best friend because he likes the real Blaine Anderson. All we’re suggesting is that, in order to move things to the next level, you should try looking less like Gene Kelly and more like James Dean.”

Nick fanned his face. “Ooh, James Dean. Man, there was just something special about him. He was effortlessly cool.”

Blaine chewed on his bottom lip. Nick and Jeff might be right. When he and Kurt had sleepovers and watched movies late at night, Kurt loved playing with his curls. So, maybe he should stop using hair gel on the weekends. While Kurt always complimented Blaine’s outfits, he never showed signs that he found Blaine sexy. Maybe he should dress in a way that would make Kurt see him in a different light. But could he do it? “Guys, I don’t know. I’m not sure I could pull it off.” 

Jeff placed his hands on his hips. “Blaine Anderson! You can knock the bobbysocks off of girls, and you have half the gay guys at Dalton drooling over you. Your confidence is one of your biggest assets.”

“Well, that and your ass,” Nick joked. 

Blaine blushed and laughed. There were a lot of good things about being friends with other gay guys. “Rachel Berry is having a party next Friday. I suppose I could try out a new look then.”

“Perfect!” Jeff exclaimed. “Let’s go to your room and figure out what you’ll wear.”

They gathered the empty pizza boxes and soda cans to drop off in the kitchen on the way to Blaine’s bedroom. After Blaine tried on countless shirts, they agreed that a simple white T-shirt showed off Blaine’s biceps perfectly. However, they couldn’t agree on the trousers. 

“Jeff, you know the jeans you have with the rips around the thighs and knees?” Nick asked.

“You mean the ones that have you squeezing my ass like a man possessed?”

Nick’s eyes darkened. “Yep. Those ones. Do you think they would fit Blaine?”

Jeff looked Blaine over. “They’ll be too long, but Blaine can always cuff them. They might be a bit tight around the ass, but I would bet a hundred bucks that Kurt is an ass guy.”

“What about my hair? You've never seen my hair without gel. It's like baby-thin fine. I'm going to look like Medusa!”

Nick patted Blaine’s shoulder. “We’ve got your back. If you come to my house to get ready for the party, I’ll get my sister to do your hair. Maria is really good at things like that.”

“Would you guys come with me to the party? It would really boost my confidence.”

“Wouldn’t Rachel mind?”

Blaine snorted. “You can sing. She would love to have other people to sing duets with. I’ll clear it with her first.”

“Sure, Blaine. We’ll go. Anything to put you out of your misery and get you two lovebirds together,” Nick said.

Blaine got another idea…an extraordinarily good idea. “Why don’t we ask some of the other Warblers to come, too? Dave Karofsky will be there, and there might be someone he likes.”

Jeff grabbed the Dalton yearbook off of Blaine’s shelf and opened it to the Warblers’ page. He pointed to a smiling face. “Is this who you are thinking of?”

Blaine gave Jeff a fist bump. “OH, YEAH!”

—*—

Kurt was startled when he heard books dropped on his table at the school library. He looked up to see Santana had sat down next to him. What was she doing here? She was usually making out with Brittany under the bleachers during their free period.

“It’s really quite pathetic that you haven’t had sex yet with Blanderson.”

Kurt looked around, grateful that no one else was around. “How do you know we haven’t had sex?”

“Puh-lease. Give me a little credit. I know all the signs.” Santana began to count with her fingers. “One, you don’t smell like sex. Two, neither you nor Blaine have dopey smiles like you’re fucked senseless. Three, if you were having sex, you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off each other. All you do is some hand-holding and chaste cheek kisses. Four…”

“Santana, stop! Okay! Okay! We haven’t had sex yet. Is that what you wanted to hear me say?”

Thank god Santana didn’t know that they had only had a brief kiss on Valentine’s Day. Kurt wondered if she could smell that, too.

“What’s stopping you?” Santana asked with concern in her voice.

Kurt started to rip a blank sheet of paper into little pieces. “I don’t know. I’m not sure that Blaine thinks I’m sexy. Last year, he told me that my sexy faces looked like I was having gas pains.”

Santana shook her head whilst looking up. “ Dios mío . A lot can change in a year. I’ve seen the way Blaine looks at you during dance practice at Glee Club. He definitely wants to play hide the sausage.”

Kurt arched an eyebrow. “And why do you assume that Blaine would be the top?”

“Oh, I think that Blaine would be pretty versatile, if you know what I mean,” Santana sassed back with a wink.

Kurt blushed because he hadn’t even thought of possible sexual positions before. “I really don’t think our sex life is any of your business.”

Santana leaned in closer. “Blaine has already had sex with that Fievel with a wannabe Disney prince haircut, and…”

“Blaine told you that?”

Santana nodded. “A guy like Blaine has needs. If you don’t satisfy them, he’ll find someone who will.”

“I don’t think Blaine is like that.”

“Get real, Kurt. Every guy in high school is like that. And let’s face it. Blaine is attractive. An alpha gay. With a snap of his fingers, he could easily find hook-ups. I’m sure there are tons of guys at gay Hogwarts who would have sex with Blaine.”

Kurt continued to shred the paper. He knew that there were loads of guys at Dalton who would love to hook up with Blaine. He had heard plenty talk about it in the Dalton communal showers. He then decided to change tactics with Santana. “We haven’t really had any private time since we started dating.”

“Rachel’s party will be a perfect chance to kick things up a notch. Are you two sleeping over?” After Kurt nodded, Santana continued, “After the party games and you’ve played tonsil hockey, you and Blaine go claim Rachel’s fathers’ room. I bet they have all kinds of kinky stuff in their drawers.”

Kurt shook his head in disbelief. “You’re ridiculous.”

Their conversation was interrupted by the bell, signaling the end of the period. Santana stood up and grabbed her books. “I gotta find Brit-Brit. We have math together next period. If you want, we can come over to your place with a few bananas for a practical demonstration.”

“I’m not even going to dignify that with a response,” Kurt hissed.

Kurt shoved his textbooks and notepads into his messenger bag. Even though that had been a really awkward conversation, Santana might be right. Blaine had already had sex with Sebastian. Blaine had asked Rachel if some of the Warblers could attend her party. Why? Was there a new Warbler that Kurt didn’t know about?

The truth was that sex had been on Kurt’s mind, too. He couldn’t count the number of boners he’d had thinking about Blaine. He was also having wet dreams starring Blaine. But what was he to do? As much as he would like to do things with Blaine, it didn’t feel right if they were in a fake relationship. He should matter. His firsts should matter. 

Blaine was also right about one thing. They would have to make out at Rachel’s party.

Later that day, when Blaine was driving him home, Kurt looked out the window, deep in thought. He couldn’t believe that Blaine had spoken to Santana about their sex life. Was Blaine really that sexually frustrated? What exactly were Blaine’s expectations at Rachel’s party? Blaine had already made it clear that they would be making out. Would Blaine want more? 

Blaine waved his hand in front of Kurt’s face. ��Earth to Kurt. We’re already at your house.”

Kurt looked at Blaine. “Sorry. I was a million miles away.”

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Santana hunted me down this afternoon at the library. We had a really awkward conversation.”

Blaine softly chuckled. “Let me guess. She wanted to know about our sex life. She already interrogated me about it on Valentine’s Day. That girl has no boundaries.”

“She definitely doesn’t. But she did mention a few things for me to think about. I’m a bit nervous about Rachel’s party.”

Blaine held his hand, and suddenly, Kurt felt safe and grounded.

“I noticed that you weren’t that keen when I mentioned kissing. We don’t have to. I just thought it would be something real boyfriends would do at a party.”

“I wasn’t thinking about the kissing, although I’m nervous about that, too. If I want to be an actor, I’ll need to learn how to deal with it. Making out with you will be just like any other role.”

Kurt watched Blaine sag with a disappointed expression. He couldn’t tell Blaine that his real concern was that, once they started, he would never want to stop. “Kissing you won’t be that bad. You’re my best friend. I just hope that it doesn’t change things between us.”

Kurt was surprised when Blaine dropped his head and closed his eyes. “Did I say something wrong?”

Blaine shook his head. “No. It’s just… I never thought I would kiss a guy who doesn’t want to.”

Kurt squeezed Blaine’s hand. “I want to kiss you, but I don’t want things to be weird between us later.”

After a beat, Blaine cleared his throat. “The whole pretend boyfriend thing is weird, but we’re doing fine. If it’s not the kissing, what’s making you nervous about the party?”

“Santana hinted that you would want more from me, especially because you have already had sex. After thinking about it, I agree with her.”

Blaine’s mouth dropped open. “Are you suggesting a friends-with-benefits thing?” 

Kurt lightly slapped Blaine’s shoulder with his free hand. “No, of course not. But Santana had a point. You have needs that I’m not meeting.”

“That’s why they invented masturbation,” Blaine blurted.

Kurt’s entire body heated at the thought, and his face felt like it was on fire. He didn’t need the image of Blaine masturbating in his wank bank when he was having so many wet dreams already.

“Kurt, look at me.”

Kurt looked up to see Blaine with a serious expression. “I’m not some neanderthal who has to act on my physical instincts. After Sebastian, I realized that I deserve romance. I deserve someone who cherishes me as much as I cherish them. I wish I had never given him some of my firsts.”

When Blaine’s chin began quivering, Kurt released his seat belt and pulled Blaine into a hug. Kurt instantly felt Blaine’s body relax against him. Kurt hoped that he was giving Blaine the comfort he needed. When he heard knocking on the car window, Kurt looked up to see his father with a sour expression. Kurt rolled down the window.

“Hey, guys. It’s time to wrap things up.”

“I’ll just be a few minutes,” Kurt replied.

Burt looked at his watch. “I’m timing you.”

When Burt left, Kurt asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. That hug really helped.”

Kurt used a finger to lift Blaine’s chin. He stared at Blaine’s pink, plump lips, looking luscious and ready for the picking. Without giving it a second thought, Kurt cupped Blaine’s face and slowly leaned in, pressing his lips against Blaine’s. Instead of a quick kiss like last month, Kurt took his time. When he felt Blaine’s hand at the back of his neck, he realized that Blaine was into it, too. As their lips moved slowly together, Kurt felt butterflies flutter in his stomach. There were no fireworks but more of a tingling, warm sensation. Like a meaningful connection between two guys who were meant for each other.

Kurt slowly pulled away to look at Blaine with Bambi eyes. “Blaine Anderson, I will always cherish you.”

Blaine looked down but Kurt could still see he was grinning like an idiot. “I’ll always cherish you, too.” 

Conscious of the time, Kurt picked up his messenger bag. “Skype after dinner?”

“Can we make it a little later? I’m stopping at the mall on the way home.”

“Shopping without moi ?” Kurt asked playfully.

“When Nick and Jeff were over, we planned my outfit for the party. Jeff is letting me borrow a pair of trousers, but I’m worried that they won’t fit me. I want to buy my own pair.”

“I’m intrigued. A party is as good an excuse as any for new clothes. Skype me when you’re ready.”

Kurt got out of the car and quickly headed to the house, knowing that his dad wasn’t joking when he said he was timing him. Fortunately, his father wasn’t hovering near the door, and Kurt managed to get to his bedroom without interference.

He set down his messenger bag and flopped onto his bed. He couldn’t believe that he had now kissed Blaine twice. He mentally went through each moment of the kiss and how it made him feel. If that was how Blaine kissed his best friend, what would it be like if Blaine had real feelings for him? And how could Blaine not know how he felt about him? 

Kurt spent some time rehashing his conversation with Blaine. One thing that stuck out in his mind was when Blaine said he deserved romance. Kurt had been so caught up in Blaine’s romantic gestures that he hadn’t given a second thought about how he should romance Blaine. Well, he was definitely going to rectify this, starting tomorrow. He was going to show Blaine that he could be the best boyfriend in the world.

His dad knocked on the door before opening it. “Dinner will be in ten minutes. Afterwards, I’d like to speak to you.”

Kurt nodded, and his father left the room. He suspected that his dad might want to talk after seeing him hug Blaine in the car. He only hoped it wouldn’t involve pamphlets.

—*—

Friday, March 30, the night of Rachel’s party

“Twirl around for us,” Nick instructed.

Blaine was glad that he decided to buy his own trousers this week because they fit him perfectly. He never liked leaving things to chance, and it made him feel more in control of how he looked. It was probably the only part of tonight that he could actually control.

Jeff pinched Blaine’s ass. “Excellent choice, B. The ripped jeans fit you like a second skin. Kurt is going to flip when he sees a peak of your thighs.”

“But what about my hair? It looks awful.”

“Maria is waiting for you in her room. We’ll head downstairs and wait for the other Warblers.”

Blaine entered Maria’s room, hoping she was a miracle worker. 

“Hey, Blaine. Come have a seat. I see I’ve got my work cut out for me.” 

Blaine slumped in the chair. He hadn’t thought that Maria was up for the job of taming his baby-fine, frizzy hair. “I’ve got my hair gel in my bag. Do you want me to get it?”

Maria laughed. “You’ve got to be kidding, right? I can’t wait to give you a new look. I checked out YouTube tutorials and bought all the right hair products. Just sit back and relax. This is going to take a while.”

Blaine was touched that Maria had done her homework. He was also grateful that he wasn’t in front of a mirror to see what she was doing. He recounted the past few days. Things between him and Kurt had changed since they kissed in the car. Blaine pressed a finger to his lips. That kiss! He had never experienced anything so special. It was sweet and laced with emotions he wasn’t quite prepared for. And when Kurt told him that he was cherished, it was all he could do to stop from squealing out loud.

“I can tell you’re thinking about him, B,” Maria said.

“Was it that obvious?”

Maria giggled. “You had the dreamiest look. Kurt must be a special guy.”

Blaine nodded. “He’s one of a kind.”

“Stop moving your head. It’s making it harder for me.”

Blaine sat as still as he could. Yes, things had definitely changed after that amazing kiss. Kurt had been more attentive with loads more affectionate hugs and little touches. Every day after lunch, Blaine found a sweet note and a little present in his school locker. Kurt sang “Perfect” at Glee Club, looking at him with heart eyes. Kurt had been so amazing and thoughtful; it was getting hard to distinguish between what was an act and what was real. The boundaries were getting more blurred every day. Maybe he should relax and enjoy it while he could.

Maria tugged at Blaine’s arm. “I’m finished. Let’s go to the bathroom so you can see for yourself.”

Blaine followed her to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t believe how good he looked. Maria had managed to tame his curls so that they had definition but looked soft and loose. 

“Do you like it?” Maria asked with a wobbly voice.

He turned and pulled her into an embrace. “Like it? I love it! You’ve got to show me how you did it.”

Maria looked visibly relieved. “Sure, Blaine. There is something else I think might look good…”

“Spit it out. After seeing what you’ve done to my hair, I’m open to anything.”

Maria turned Blaine’s face to the mirror. “Your outfit looks great but simple. You need something extra special to make sure that Kurt can’t take his eyes off of you.”

“What are you thinking?”

Maria took a deep breath. “Eyeliner to make your eyes pop.”

“What?!” Blaine exclaimed.

“Now, hear me out. Lots of famous guys wear eyeliner, like Adam Lambert, Johnny Depp, and Prince. Even Elvis Presley wore it. Your eyes are one of your best features. It’s the sort of edginess that will make you look hot. If you don’t like it, I can always remove it.”

Blaine had to admit that those guys did look hot, and Kurt once mentioned that the best part of The Pirates of the Caribbean was drooling over Johnny Depp. This felt like a go-big-or-go-home moment, and he never shied away from those. “Okay. I’ll try it.”

Blaine stood still, opening and closing his eyes as instructed. As Kurt had recently said, they want to be actors, and actors wear makeup, right?

“Okay. You can look in the mirror now,” Maria said.

Blaine could hardly recognize himself with the new hairstyle and black eyeliner. He smiled to himself, knowing that he definitely didn’t look like Kurt’s grandpa. “I like it.”

Blaine gave Maria a massive hug. “Thanks for everything. I wish I had a sister like you.”

“And I wish I had a brother like Cooper. He’s so gorgeous.”

Blaine rolled his eyes. “Trust me, you don’t want Cooper and his inflated ego.”

Blaine headed to the top of the stairs and could hear the Warblers chatting at the bottom. After taking two steps, there was complete silence as all the Warblers were watching him. Was the eyeliner too much?

“Holy Oleo!” David shouted.

Blaine snarked back, “I didn't know you could yodel.”

Jeff bounced in excitement. “Someone call the fire department. Blaine Warbler is on fire!”

Blaine threw his head back in laughter, loving the attention. “Chill. I’m just getting started.”

“You know, I think you may be the sole reason for global warming,” Thad joked.

Trent’s face was flushed. “I think I’ll head to the kitchen and stick my head in the freezer to cool down.”

The Warblers gathered together and sang, “OH, YEAH!”

Blaine laughed to himself when he noticed that they were all wearing jeans and white T-shirts. They certainly liked to wear a uniform, even outside of school. He greeted each Warbler, preening at their compliments. They gave him the confidence he needed to get through the evening. 

Jeff jumped on a nearby chair and hollered, “Let’s get the party started!” 

Trent came over to Blaine. “There’s room in my car for you.”

“Guys! Don’t forget to do your vocal warmups in the car. We’ve got a performance coming up,” Wes reminded them.

“You guys are singing?” Blaine asked.

“We’re going to arrive with a song. You’ll be our lead soloist, of course,” Wes replied.

Blaine’s body filled with dread. Why didn’t Jeff or Nick warn him? “I’m not sure about that. Maybe once the karaoke has started.”

David threw his arm around Blaine’s shoulder. “Since when has Blaine Warbler shied away from an entrance? Come on. It’ll be fun. Like the old days.”

Thad added, “We picked a song you know. With the way you look… It’ll be perfect.”

Blaine reminded himself that tonight would be a go-big-or-go-home moment, and fist-pumped. “OH, YEAH!”

Blaine put on his new jacket, enjoying the feel of the soft leather. His mom had given him special permission to buy it as a gift for winning Regionals. 

Nick sidled up to him. “Nice jacket. You look even hotter than James Dean.”

They loaded into the cars and did the vocal warmups as Wes ordered on the way to Rachel’s. Blaine was pleasantly surprised by the song choice and mentally went through the lyrics and possible dance moves. Yes, this would be the perfect song to make their entrance.

In no time at all, they were at the Berry house, and they could see lights on in the basement. Blaine popped a mint in his mouth, knowing that there might be kissing later. They piled out of the cars, entered the house, and tossed their overnight bags in the corner. He led the Warblers to the basement door and could hear Rachel singing “You Don’t Bring Me Flowers.” Poor Finn. He must have done something wrong.

“God, this party sounds so lame,” Thad remarked. 

“Then let’s get it started,” Jeff half-whispered. 

Blaine shook his body, took a deep breath, and whispered to himself, “Courage.”

After taking a few steps down the stairs, he began to sing.

So hot Out the box Can we pick up the pace? Turn it up, Heat it up I need to be entertained. 

The New Directions stopped what they were doing and gaped. Blaine quickly scanned the room to find Kurt and Dave standing next to each other. He hoped that Kurt’s mouth dropped open was a good sign.

The Warblers were in their usual formation behind him, doing their trademarked side-shuffle. They began to harmonize with him.

I told ya I'm a hold ya down until you're amazed Give it to ya 'til you're screaming my name

When a few New Direction members began dancing, Blaine worked the room. He shimmied with Santana, hip-bumped a stunned Finn, and slowly twirled Artie’s wheelchair. By this time, everyone was dancing and singing along. He flung his head back and loved the feel of his curls bouncing. He worked his way toward Kurt for the final lines. He tossed off his jacket and grabbed Kurt’s hand, swaying their bodies together.

Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet (bet ya thought) You thought an angel swept you off your feet Well I'm about to turn up the heat (turn up the heat) I'm here for your entertainment

Blaine gently moved one of his hands from Kurt’s hip to the middle of his upper back. After guiding Kurt’s hand to his neck, he dipped Kurt and crashed their lips together. Unlike their previous chaste kisses, this was hot and dirty, filled with urgency and lust. Blaine felt heat flash through his body. The hoots and hollers sounded muffled while he focused on Kurt’s lips working against his. Kurt tugged his curls, and Blaine let out a moan. When Blaine felt Kurt’s tongue, he immediately parted his lips. Kurt kissed him deeper, plunging his tongue inside his mouth, hot and deep. Blaine’s head was spinning. Kurt’s touch, his smell, his taste filled his senses. 

“Wanky!” Santana shouted.

Santana’s voice brought Blaine back to reality. They had an audience. He and Kurt were fake dating. Blaine slowly raised Kurt so they were facing each other. Blaine stood there, dumbfounded. He couldn’t seem to catch his breath. The kiss was the most erotic experience of his life.

He looked at Kurt, who was heavily panting and had a look that Blaine couldn’t decipher.

Author's Notes: Song included was “For Your Entertainment” performed by Adam Lambert.

Thank you, Lilyvandersteen, for your speedy review. Your beta skills always made my writing so much better. I made last-minute edits and performed the final proofreading by myself, so all mistakes are mine.

Notes from GleefulDarrenCrissFan: Hey. Thanks to Teddyshoney, this story is completely edited. I'm going to start publishing three times a week until the full story is published. The next chapter, by Hippohead, will be posted Saturday.

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I didn't want to bother you after you already helped patch us up in the first place. I know, but still... Plus, remember the last time you were in one of my TikToks and the livestream chat kept trying to accuse you of homewrecking #BLAM?

Why didn't you ask me to help?! I would have helped you both. You know that.

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The Feeling's Plain to Me (14/14)

Summary: Ficlets set in the same ‘verse as It’s Who I’m With. What did Kurt and Blaine get up to in between Christmas and St. Patrick’s Day? (for the Klaine/CC Valentine's Challenge 2022)

Rating: T

Notes: Relatively under the wire, I did manage to finish and post this chapter on Valentine's Day! I spent the day driving home and then fighting off a migraine, and the fact that I actually won the fight and felt well enough to write seems to be a Valentine's Day miracle. Hope you enjoy!

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14: Never Gonna Give You Up - Rick Astley

March 11

Blaine looked incredible in a suit.

He always looked good, of course, but in formalwear he was like a 40’s-era movie star, a dashing figure straight out of Kurt’s teenage fantasies. He had to resist the urge to constantly be touching Blaine, fighting his desire to smooth down his lapel or play with his cuff links or tug on his precisely-knotted tie.

Blaine’s handsome appearance was almost enough to distract from the gorgeous interior of the symphony hall. Almost. Especially from their seats on the mezzanine, the theater was an incredible sight to behold, all open space for acoustics and curved wooden surfaces, every inch looking both sleek and warm, elegant and welcoming.

A few days prior, Blaine had asked Kurt if he wanted to see the Philharmonic perform. “Krenkovich has comp seats that he never uses,” Blaine had explained over the phone.

“Is that allowed?” Kurt asked.

“I go to the concerts pretty often,” Blaine said. “And I’d know if he was inviting someone to come. The ticket would be going unused otherwise, and no one but the box office will even know if I give it to you.”

So Kurt had agreed, happy to see a prestigious symphony for free.

They had arrived early, so only a few other audience members were in their seats, scattered throughout the theater. Blaine glanced at his watch and said, “you want a behind-the-scenes tour?”

“Obviously,” Kurt replied enthusiastically.

Blaine gave him a knowing smile and led him back towards the lobby. They went down several corridors and through a side door labeled Stage Access, and suddenly they were in the darkened wings of the stage. There were other people milling around - musicians and theater employees, Kurt gathered from their clothing. A few people smiled at Blaine or said polite hellos as they passed.

The curtain on the stage was down, obscuring the handful of musicians setting up from the audience. Blaine stepped forward, gesturing for Kurt to follow.

Kurt reveled in the sound of his footsteps on the surface of the stage. They walked to the center, pausing at the piano just behind the conductor’s podium. “Here’s where Krenkovich will be,” Blaine said. “Playing from sheet music I organized.”

“It’s beautiful,” Kurt said, ghosting his fingertips over the piano cover, the wood deep brown and polished to a shine. “I wish I could hear you play it.”

Blaine laughed. “I don’t think they’re looking for an opener.”

“Don’t be modest,” Kurt chided. “I think they’d be lucky to have you.”

“Well you haven’t heard them play, yet,” Blaine argued. “You don’t understand just how far out of my league this is.”

“Blaine,” said someone behind them, and they turned around to see a slim middle-aged man approaching them with an even, unhurried gait. “I didn’t know you’d be here tonight.”

“Mr. Krenkovich,” Blaine said, and Kurt thought he detected the slightest wobble of nervousness in his voice. “Good evening! It had been a while since I’d come, and I wanted to bring Kurt, my boyfriend.” Blaine turned to Kurt and said, “this is Carl Krenkovich, resident pianist.”

It was fascinating to see the way Blaine shifted into his professional voice and mannerisms, immediately becoming a bit more prim and rigid in his boss’s presence. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir,” Kurt said, holding out his hand.

Mr. Krenkovich gave him the briefest and least substantial handshake he’d ever received, barely gripping Kurt’s fingers before pulling back. “Indeed,” he said. He was about the same height as Kurt, and under the man’s gaze Kurt was keenly aware of his own posture. “Do you enjoy the symphony, Kurt?”

“I haven’t been fortunate enough to see it before,” Kurt replied. “I studied musical theater, but I’m not the most well-versed in classical music.”

Krenkovich nodded slowly. “Well,” he said, his hint of an accent making the w sound sort of like a v, “Blaine’s knowledge in the area is certainly passable, I’m sure he can educate you if necessary.”

Kurt glanced in Blaine’s direction, seeing his polite and deferential expression. “I’m sure he can,” Kurt agreed. “I look forward to it.”

“We ought to get back to our seats,” Blaine said, resting his fingers on the back of Kurt’s elbow. “I’ll see you on Monday, sir.”

“Yes,” Krenkovich replied. “Enjoy yourselves. Kurt, I hope you’re able to come more in the future.”

“Yes sir, thank you,” Kurt said. He let Blaine guide him away from the piano, passing more musicians on their way out of the backstage area.

Once they were back in a hallway heading for the mezzanine, Blaine slid his hand down to intertwine with Kurt’s. “Sorry about that,” he said sincerely. “He’s not the friendliest person.”

“It’s fine,” Kurt told him. “I’m glad I finally got to meet the mysterious guy.”

They went up the stairs to their section, greeting the usher as they passed through the aisles to find their seats again.

“Well, my boss wants you to come back,” Blaine said as they sat down. “Now you’re really committed.”

Kurt grinned. “I don’t mind.”

“I haven’t scared you off yet?” Blaine teased.

“Never,” Kurt answered, and it wasn’t until the word left his mouth that he realized what a momentous promise he was making so casually.

Blaine raised an eyebrow and said, still with an edge of playfulness to his voice, “never?”

Kurt squeezed Blaine’s hand. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” he said. “I’m never interested in saying goodbye to you.”

Kurt knew he was in deep, but Blaine’s answering smile confirmed that he understood, that his boyfriend was equally committed. “Good,” Blaine said.

As other audience members filled in the seats around them, as the house lights flickered and went dark, as the symphony filled the room with beautiful and complex and powerful music, Kurt held Blaine’s hand in his. He was falling hard for Blaine, but he still felt connected and secure. By some miracle, Blaine seemed to feel the same way towards him. They were playing this game together, equal participants in building a relationship and bringing each other into their lives.

He let himself get lost in the music that washed over them, but just as often as he was watching the performers, he let his eyes rest on Blaine’s face. He traced the familiar lines and curves with his eyes, observing every twitch and sigh and change of expression in response to the music. While the symphony itself was remarkable, nothing compared to seeing it through Blaine’s eyes. Kurt’s chest felt overfull with emotion, grateful that he got to know this man in new ways every day, and hoping that the discoveries would never end.

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End Notes:

1. The hall where the NY Philharmonic plays almost certainly doesn't have a curtain in front of the stage, but I am bending reality for the sake of narrative. Thank you for suspending your disbelief. 2. I can't believe I'm done with this story! It's been so much fun to continue writing in this 'verse, showing the actual relationship between Kurt and Blaine instead of just the lead-up to it. Both stories in this universe were indeed a challenge in different ways - responding to song prompts was both inspiring and frustrating at times, and jumping around in the timeline provided new obstacles for me. While the Advent challenge allowed me to use my knowledge of story structure to build a cohesive narrative over 24 days, this sequel challenged me to create small and self-contained scenes, coming up with both a situation and a resolution every single day. It was a different kind of writing challenge that forced me to think in new ways. 3. I cannot sufficiently express how much I appreciate the time and energy and emotion of all of you readers. I'm grateful if I've brought smiles to your faces through this story - and thank you for commenting to let me know when I did! The underlying theme of this 'verse has always been about shared experiences and the small-yet-profound moments of connection between people. While grand romantic gestures have their place (such as Kurt's Christmas serenade), this story is going to prioritize the tiny moments of love and affection that ultimately build and define our relationships. I really enjoyed seeing how you all reacted to and appreciated that theme. 4. Finally, I am sending you all clumsily-cut paper hearts and Hershey's Kisses (or your preferred sweet treat) from afar. Happy Valentine's Day <3

[drainthehero]

Superman’s Shame, Ch 2

As Kurt stood over Superman, his big cock dangling downwards and dripping the last of his own cum onto the stomach of the Man of Steel, he admired the contrast between his own over-sized cock, and the nibble sized portion now softening between the legs of the Man of Steel.

“Wow Superman, I don’t think I’ll get tired of this view. How could you ever satisfy anyone with that little nub?” The cheeks of the Man of Steel blushed ruby red as the villain made fun of his tiny cock.

“You fiend. It’s lower than low to make fun of my manhood. You’ll never get away with this!”

“What, are you going to move those tiny little weights, stand up and stop me?” Kurt laughed out loud. “Go on,” he taunted.

“Weak, ugh… can’t move,” he twitched feebly in an attempt to free himself. “The… Justice League…” Superman began desperately.

“Given your status as a loner, I doubt anyone knows where you are, or even that you are currently missing, so good luck there Tinyman. Now, to some house rules. You need to show manners to your betters. And with that tiny little cock of yours and that beautiful kryptonite pendant, everyone is your better I think!”.

Superman started to stutter a reply, but Kurt quickly swung back his left leg and delivered a full force kick directly to the formerly steel balls of the Man of Steel. In his weakened state, Superman had no hope of protecting his vulnerable jewels. He immediately felt a world of pain move from his balls to his stomach and spread to his entire body. He could only scream helplessly as the pain shot all over. “Aeeiiiioooo. Argghhh,” he cried. As his sounds whimpered off he could see stars and feel tears springing to his eyes.

“From now on, you will speak when addressed, or your balls will keep receiving lessons. Understood?” To emphasize his point he reached down and grabbed them both and squeezed. Hard. Superman could only nod in agreement, tears forming in his eyes, eager to avoid any more punishment to his balls. “Please, please. Don’t crush my balls.”

At that there was a knock on the door. Superman tried not to look hopeful at the sound, but the feeling was quickly dashed when Kurt said, “Ah, looks like my food has arrived.”

He opened the door with a look of surprise as none other than the Boy Wonder stood before him with a shocked look on his face, “Holy superhero peril, Superman!” Robin stood framed by the doorway, his tight red top framing his muscular torso and arms and his tights covering his long muscular legs to the ample pouch housing his manhood and balls.

Robin reacted with lighting speed and leaped onto Kurt to subdue him and save Superman. The Man of Steel lay there effectively pinned down, arms and legs outstretched and his balls throbbing and aching from the abuse. When he saw Robin leap into the room his spirits rose as he new the Boy Wonder would surely overpower the weaker Kurt and save him.

Robin prepared himself for a fierce battle but was surprised when he easily overpowered Kurt with a well placed punch and kick. He bound his hands behind his back and forced him to sit on a couch.

Robin looked at the Man of Steel with a confused look on his face. “Superman, how did this creep overpower you so easily? Is there someone else here?” Robin looked around and scanned the room for threats. Looking closer at Superman’s exposed body he noticed the kryptonite and quickly picked it up and threw it in a corner. The Boy Wonder could not help but linger over the tiny dick of the Man of Steel, still sitting exposed above the pulled down red briefs. He knew better than to comment in front of this senior member of the Justice League, but the look and poorly hidden smirk on his face showed clear surprise at the tiny dick being packed by Superman. Wow, he thought to himself, to think that I’ve been coveting that super dick all this time, and it probably wouldn’t even penetrate my tight bubble ass and into my hole.

During the pause, Superman blushed even more but managed to reply. “The kryptonite has affected me for a long time, I still feel weak. Can you help me with these restraints.”

Robin had recovered some composure and scooped up the 5kg weights easily without fuss. “These? Sure.” The Man of Steel knew that Robin was making fun of him, but in his weakened condition he could not really do anything about it.

Robin was still holding the weights in his hands when he felt a wave of dizziness overwhelm him. He swayed on his feet and felt himself blinking slowly and lolling his head as though on drugs. “Ohhh, what…” he trailed off, trying to control his body. “Don’t… what… huh?”

Superman looked alarmed as the Boy Wonder swayed unsteadily over him. With his arms now free, the Man of Steel frantically tried to reach up to shake Robin. But the Boy Wonder lost his battle with consciousness and fell forward onto the still weakened Man of Steel, dropping one of the weights onto the exposed super ballsack, making Superman to cry out in a terrible shriek of tormented pain. “Arrgghhh.”

Fortunately the weight only grazed his balls, but even a glancing blow from the 5kg dumbbell made a sickening thud as it connected with the soft flesh. The Boy Wonder himself landed right on top of Superman, knocking the wind out them both. With the weights removed Superman was at least able to reach around the prone form of Robin and cup his balls before blackness overwhelmed him. A soft chuckle rang in his ears as consciousness left him.

Batman had deployed most of the considerable assets of the Justice League on the hunt for Superman and Robin, as neither had reported in for more than a day. And while it was the case that they were both known to go off on solo missions, they always made their absence – if not their location – known.

Green Lantern entered the main control room of the Watchtower slowly shaking his head and looking grim. “Still no sign of either of them Batman,” the Green Lantern advised. “How could Superman and Robin both be missing? It would take a lot of effort or planning to overpower them both.”

Batman, as always, looked grim as he replied to GL. “It doesn’t make sense. All three tracking devices were removed from Robin’s outfit. One of them even he doesn’t know about. Superman doesn’t have any of course. Damn Xray vision,” he muttered. He turned back to the elaborate control station of the Watchtower and willed it to give him an answer.

At that point, the viewscreen sprang to life accompanied by the computerized voice of the central AI. “Warning, priority broadcast.”

On the screen could be seen Superman and Robin, both fully costumed. The Boy Wonder and the Man of Steel each had their arms fixed to a horizontal beam which held them tightly in an upright position, although they hung limply as they appeared to be unconscious. A single small piece of kryptonite dangled from a light chain around the neck of the hunk from Krypton and sat inconspicuously between the mounds of muscle he had for pectorals. The legs of both heroes were spread out at 45 degree angles and also attached to beams behind them. Each wore a ball gag in their mouth.

Batman swore under his breath and barked a command to the AI to trace the source of the broadcast. The AI confirmed the order and advised, “broadcast is currently transmitting on over 300 private and public frequencies. It is reaching more than two hundred million displays and growing.”

“Well override the transmission blast you!” Batman knew that it would be horrific if the citizens of the world watched whatever was coming next.

“Working. Authorisation required to hack public and private networks,” confirmed the AI. It added a new graph to the screen showing the stats on broadcast frequencies, networks and viewerships.

“Authorised. BruceElevenSigma.” Batman could only watch impotently as the events unfolded on the screen. He searched longingly for any clue which might assist in determining their location.

A figure wearing a mask which covered the top section of his face approached the two heroes and splashed water on them both. “Wakey, wakey boys. It’s time for your big debut.” The voice was definitely male but it was being obscured digitally.

Robin awoke first and rapidly took in his surroundings. His eyes flared wide and he screamed angrily through the ballgag, straining his athletic body against the tight bonds. He looked in concern at Superman as the crystal blue eyes of the kryptonian blinked open slowly and he also took in his situation. He tried to struggle in his bonds, but his huge muscles might as well have been painted on due to the effects of the kryptonite.

“Now boys,” resumed the masked figure. “I imagine we do not have much time as I’m sure your friends are searching for you frantically as we speak. So let’s get down to brass tacks, shall we?” He moved over to stand between the two and addressed the camera directly. “We are going to play a few games tonight. First up, who has the biggest dong!” The masked man made a mock gasp at the outrage while both Robin and Superman squirmed in vain.

“Now I’m sure we all know who will win,” continued the masked man in a condescending tone, while patting the bulge of the Boy Wonder. “So let’s start with Robin to set the bar!”. The Boy Wonder strained and flexed his muscles, hard from hours of gym and training. But the bonds would not relent.

“We’ve removed the utility belt of the Boy Wonder here, in the interest of safety. To ensure a comparison of like for like, both our strapping men have been given something to have them both at attention.” At this comment, it could be noticed that both Superman and Robin had long and hard shafts sticking to the side of their briefs, each looked to be well over 6 inches. The masked man addressed the camera directly again. “Kids! Don’t. Do. Drugs,” he said, wagging a naughty finger. Then he cackled and said, “there’s way more money to be made selling them!”

The masked man latched his fingers into the top of the green briefs of Robin and started to tease the band out from his taut waste. He caught the erect head of the Boy Wonder in the band and teased it down to show the base of his shaft to the audience, before wiggling it around. Robin was beside himself with stress as he realized he was about to have his erect cock shown on camera. For the world to see. If the villain then removed his mask he would never be able to show his face again anywhere. His voice had gone horse from screaming and drool was flowing freely through the ball gag wedged in his mouth.

The masked man pulled the briefs down with a flourish, making the hard shaft of the Boy Wonder to bounce up and down before settling in position. It shot out straight as an arrow from the hairless groin of the Boy Wonder with it’s circumsized head almost winking at the audience.

The device holding Robin rotated to provide a better view and it could be seen that the Boy Wonder was indeed packing a decent cock under those green briefs of his.

The masked man pulled out a measuring tape and read out the figure of 7 inches for the world to see and hear. Across the world, women and men were swooning more than ever at the thought of the Boy Wonder entering them and ruining their assorted holes.

The masked man suddenly reached down and engulfed the head and shaft of the Boy Wonder, while playing with his balls. Robin involuntarily moaned in enjoyment as heat entered his balls and cock. The blowjob was fleeting though, with the masked man removing his mouth and saying, “more later,” before looking at the camera and saying, “betchya jealous,” and then adding with a smirk, “set off my gag reflex!”

The device then returned Robin to his original position and the masked man changed his attention to Superman and said, “well viewers. Here is the moment of truth. I’m sure you will all agree that 7 inches from the Boy Wonder is a magnificent effort,” he paused for effect, “but I think we all know that Superman is going to blow us away with his shaft of steel.

Superman gave a pleading look to the masked man, begging him not to continue. The masked man dragged it out a little and fondled the muscles and red briefs clad bulge of the Man of Steel.

“Alright, let’s see what we have here.” As with Robin, he fingered the top of the red briefs and maneuvered the long shaft within the tip of the briefs, teasing the audience with a glimps of the base of the shaft of steel and the close trimmed pubes of the Man of Steel.

Again the masked man pulled the briefs down with a flourish. But instead of a long hard shaft standing out and proud from the groin of the Man of Steel, a rubber dildo fell out of the red briefs to land on the floor and the hard but sad little Cock of Steel instead surged outward and upward from the close trimmed pubes.

At this the masked man gasped in shock and a pre-prepared audio track of an audience gasping also played. The masked man yelled, “Oh Superman, for shame. To try and cheat in a dick measuring contest is the lowest of the low.”

Superman could only hang their, his weakened muscles barely able to respond. Shame and humiliation blushing his handsome face and errant tears escaping down his face.

And so it felt that the world must have taken pause and gasped in that moment. The collective viewership who had expected the mighty Man of Steel to be a well endowed god was stunned to see the small and diminutive cock with the uncut head striving to clear even the shadow of those massive muscled pectorals.

The device turned Superman to the side and gave a full view of the little dick. The masked man vocalized on behalf of the world it seemed, “aww, look at that little fella.” And he proceeded to smack it a few times to make it bounce before measuring and announcing it as 3.5 inches long, “but let’s call it 3.6, eh?”

As in the case of Robin, the masked man engulfed the pint sized pointer and managed to take the shaft and balls into his mouth in the one go. The effect of the kryptonite and drugs, coupled with the tongue lashing his glans left Superman moaning and drooling through is ball gag.

The masked man removed his mouth and winked at the camera saying, “no need to worry about the gag reflex now is there?”

Batman watched in horror as the events unfolded on the screen. The Watchtower AI had managed to interfere with much of the transmission, but it was being picked up and shared so much that it was fighting a lost battle. He was roused from his concentration by a dinging from the Computer. “Location identified, coordinates locked in and nearest team members have been directed. Superboy and Nightwing en route.”

“Fuck,” said Batman, shaking his head. “It had to be those two?” He made record time to the modified Batwing and streaked down toward the Earth with GL beside him.

Superman was now blinking back tears as his shame was broadcast. His proud little member, still standing at attention a short distance from his muscled frame.

The masked man was not finished. “Now, everyone. For the feature presentation.” He gave a look of faux surprise and said, “oh wait! Did I forget to mention the finale? How foolish of me.” To accentuate his point he slapped the Man of Steel on his round muscled ass. “The winner gets to fuck the loser of course!” Then he fake whispered to the camera while grabbing the miniature erection of the Man of Steel. “Not much point getting fucked by this thing, is there Boy Wonder?” He added for effect. “Maybe Lois Lane could tweet us her comments,” he added with raucous laughter.

The devices holding the two heroes pivoted, placing Robin with his rock hard erection directly behind the ass of the Man of Steel. The masked man cut off the briefs from both Superman and Robin and guided the raging hard on of the Boy Wonder toward the tight virgin hole of the Man of Steel.

The masked man applied some lube and pumped the thick shaft a few times before placing the head just at the hole and said, “Robin, I bet you’ve dreamed of doing this since you joined the league. Probably as much as you fantasized about the huge Cock of Steel being buried in your bubble butt.”

Robin blushed in shame as the truth in those words bit into his psyche and he realized that he was physically yearning to pump his big cock into the ass of Superman and show him what a real dick looked and felt like.

The masked man positioned himself behind Robin and forcefully pushed the rod of the Boy Wonder into the very tight virgin hole. Superman felt the head breaching his defenses and strained with all the effort his weakened muscles could muster. Normally he would be able to tighten that hole such that nothing could get in. But now he was as weak as a kitten and could do nothing to prevent his rape by the unwilling cock of the Boy Wonder.

The head broke through and Superman felt a searing pain. But not to be given relief, the masked man continued to push Robin all the way into Superman, who thought he might pass out from the pain. The cock of the Boy Wonder was so big! Superman thought it must be literally tearing his asshole open.

Enjoying their side on view, spectators watched as two muscular and spandex clad bodies were connected groin to ass by the bridge which was the cock of the Boy Wonder. The bridge got shorter and shorter as his dick entered the cave of the Man of Steel with slow force.

The Boy Wonder felt his cock buried to the hilt within the hot ass of the Man of Steel, and it was so fucking hot! He could even look down and see his own shaft sticking out from the Buns of Steel, then he watched as the masked man caused him to pull out, then push in using long slow thrusts. To his own horror, Robin felt his level of excitement starting to peak, as the hot and tight hole of the Man of Steel applied pressure to his head and shaft.

At this point the masked man joined the fray, pulling apart the cheeks of the Boy Wonder and sinking his own 7 inch cock deep within the slightly less tight feeling hole.

Robin was no stranger to fucking a male or even being fucked, but this was his first time being the man in the middle and it was blowing his young mind. He was moaning now in clear ecstasy and it was clear to all watching that he was thrusting and pulling the ass of Superman while humping the dick of the masked man.

The masked man removed the ball gag and told Robin to beg for it, to which he complied. “Please, god. Fuck me. Fuck me deeper!”

The masked man whispered into the ear of the Boy Wonder, “do you like that tight virgin Kryptonian hole, Robin?”

Robin replied without thought but with fervor, “Fuck yes! Superman you may have a tiny little dick, but you have the tightest and hottest hole I’ve ever fucked! I want to bury myself all the way into that fucking ass! I want to ruin it!” Even with the limited freedom afforded by his bonds, he was adding his own energy as his cock thrust its way deep into the Man of Steel.

Superman could do nothing. His vaunted powers were sapped by the green rock now slapping against his big pectorals. He felt a weakness and could barely lift his head, which sagged up and down weakly in time to the pounding of the shaft in and out of his ass. To the viewers his almost seemed to be nodding in agreement with the comments from the Boy Wonder.

The viewers were receiving a truly magnificent show. The three bodies moving back and forth, with the fine ass of Superman being plowed eagerly by the Boy Wonder, who was in turn being plowed by the cock of the masked man.

The ball gag of the Man of Steel had been removed and he could only be heard sobbing and begging, “please Robin, stop. I’m so weak. Your cock is too big for me. Please.”

The Boy Wonder was out of control sexually and the pleading only served to heighten his excitement. He was in a state of bliss at having this level of control over the might Superman. Robin replied in time with his thrusting, “Superman, your ass is so tight… and feels so good on my cock… You’re so weak… that you just have to… take my cock like the… little dicked bitch you are!” Sometimes, Robin would even bite at the neck of the Man of Steel as their bodies were merged while the rod of the Boy Wonder was thrust deep within Superman’s ass.

The point of no return had arrived for both Robin and the masked man, and they each thrust long, deep and hard into the ass in front of them. Robin first heard the moans from the masked man, “Ohhh, I’m coming,” before he felt hot jizz spurting deep within his aching hole. He expertly clenched and unclenched the muscles of his ass, butt and sphincter to prolong the joy for them both. In return, the masked man tweaked the nipples of the Boy Wonder.

Superman then heard Robin exclaim in ecstasy, “Oh god, oh god. I’m… I’m com… Urrghhh”, before he too felt the hot jizz of the Boy Wonder shooting forth and exploding inside his ass. It felt like a never ending cascade of shot after shot of thick hot cum. As the cum entered his ass he was sure his shame could sink no lower.

The masked man then reached around both waists and pulled the three of them tightly together, increasing the depth of both his dick and the dick of Robin. As he did so, Superman felt a shocking sensation deep within himself, as the glans of the Boy Wonder wedged firmly onto the prostate of the Man of Steel, who shuddered in response.

Thinking the moment had passed, he breathed a sigh of relief. But then Robin had a similar feeling deep within his own ass which caused a second eruption of hot cum from his long hard cock, “Oh fuucckk. That ass is so tight Superman. I’m coming again.”

Robin shot is second load of hot cum straight onto the quivering prostate and triggered a powerful orgasm for the Man of Steel. “Ohh Rao, no. Ohh… ughh. Uggghhh.” Having such a small dick meant that Superman rarely had a tight fuck when he was lucky enough to be allowed to fuck Lois. And so this orgasm surpassed any previous feeling, and his thick ropy strands shot out of his tiny little dick like fireworks and plastered the ground in front of him. The audience could only watch in awe as the miniature dick of the mighty Superman ejected its load in bursts and he moaned and groaned in ecstasy.

The masked man removed his dick and allowed the two of them to bask in the glow for a moment. They appeared to be spooning, the Boy Wonder nestled up against the broad muscular back of the Man of Steel.

The masked man then dragged Robin slowly out of Superman, leaving the asses of both Superman and the Boy Wonder to leak the cum which they had been storing. And so they hung there, dripping cum from their asses and dicks as the both groaned from the powerful orgasms they had experienced.

It felt as though the entire world had been holding its breath until now. But, with the cum dripping from the two great, all watching exhaled a long and shocked breath.

At that very moment, Superboy and Nightwing broke through the last of the defenses and breached the security door. They had stayed current with the events so knew what to expect when they entered. They prepared to fight the masked man and any defenses in place.

Except, it was not quite the scene they expected.

The masked man was nowhere in sight. Superman and Robin still hung trapped by their bonds, each still naked of their briefs and with raging erections. Both had dried cum over dick, groin, ass, costume and legs.

Despite the absence of the ballgags, both heroes were completely silent, although a look of relief did cross their faces at the sight of their Justice League brethren. Superboy rushed toward Robin but collapsed in a heap on the ground before he even reached the Boy Wonder. Nightwing moved over to safely stow the kryptonite in a lead container, instantly reviving Superboy. The effect on Superman was only minor to begin with, but his strength was clearly returning.

Superboy and Nightwing could think of nothing to say, given their difficult relationships with Superman and Robin, respectively. So they quickly freed them both and used their capes to cover their nakedness.

At this point Batman and GL entered. As four mouths moved to open, Batman silenced them with a grim – almost croaky – look, and said, “Not here. Clearly we were watching a recording. We need to get to the Tower and take stock. GL, take Superman and I will take Robin. Nightwing. Superboy. Stay here to look for anything useful.” Batman then concentrated for a moment before throwing a batarang which bounced seven times around the room before returning to him.

Nightwing and Superboy each flinched when they were snubbed at further participation in the rescue effort, but neither said anything.

The masked man watched the exchange before each of the screens went dark courtesy of the batarang. He was gleeful at the amazing success of this latest mission. Then he recalled the relatively tight hole of the Boy Wonder and the heated thrusting and humping and started stroking himself contentedly.

[slipping-through-my-fingertips]

Guess I Misunderstood

Part 2 of Not the One series. 

Summary: Kurt's trying a find a way to end things with Adam and Blaine Anderson is one of the reasons why. 

Notes:  Open for more prompts in this 'verse but I only intended it to be 2 parts of a two-sided story. I hope you enjoy.

Read Part 1 here

AO3

The first time Kurt saw Blaine Anderson, he was spying on the bulletin boards. He, like every other Apple, was worried about how many freshmen they could pull this semester. With a majority of the current Adam’s Apples being seniors, they needed to fill those spots with freshmen. Better to round them up this year so they’ll already have a year of acapella under their belts.

He's just standing there reading all the flyers. Kurt’s trying to look busy with his phone to not draw attention. But he can’t help but access this man. 

Firstly, Kurt doesn't recognize him so he assumes this is a freshman, exactly the demographic their flyers are trying to bring in. The second thing that makes this man stand out among the others Kurt’s observed thus far is how nicely dressed he is. It is the first day of school so one would think a little effort would be put in but some boys their age won’t even put on a stain-free shirt to come to school. Luckily, most NYADA students care about their appearances, this freshman is no exception. 

He’s wearing tightly fitted, dark green, capri pants and a crisp, white, collared polo. 

Then his hand is reaching up to the green flyer Kurt designed. 

He takes it. 

YES!

Kurt tries to collect himself when he walks over to the boards. Don’t scare him away is his new mantra.

“The Apples?” He asks. 

The freshman was shy at first probably because he didn’t expect to be approached. Before he answers Kurt, he does manage to meet his eyes. 

Well, Kurt thought, if he sings as well as he looks the Apples could make Nationals. 

In the past, Kurt would’ve berated himself for checking out guys while being in a relationship but he’s becoming less sure about Adam lately. His boyfriend is becoming a bit pushy about things like this. But Kurt isn’t about to stop doing it. If Adam really trusted him, he could see all of this was harmless. 

The guy was gorgeous, no one should really blame Kurt for staring. His bowtie added a dash of adorableness, which would only draw Kurt in closer if he was single. Which he is decidedly not. 

“I love to sing.” 

Kurt could certainly relate. That’s how he got involved with glee clubs in the first place. Hell, that’s what got him to New York. 

“Me too,” he said, “I’ll see you at auditions, break a leg.” 

Only while he was walking away did Kurt curse himself for not catching the man’s name. 

Before he knew it, they reached the point in the school year—day two—where Rachel was would start harassing him about “getting his name out there” and listing off all the auditions she had lined up. The only way Kurt could hear another word of this was over coffee so he dragged Rachel there before his class. This meant she had exactly 35 minutes to talk at him about it until he inevitably came home for the night and had to share the loft with her. Halfway through the conversation, he notices a finely dressed young man in line.

 He’s not ashamed to admit the man’s best asset drew his attention. Though it wasn’t a difficult feat considering Power-Hungry Rachel was his other option. 

Thankfully, her time was running out, “Rach, I’ll see you at home, I have Tibideaux.” 

With one last look at the man, Kurt rushes off to class. 

When Adam’s Apples auditions are up and running, Kurt is fuming. His boyfriend thought the perfect time to discuss their future as a couple was directly before they had to sit on their asses for 3 hours listening to a bunch of freshmen sing their hearts out. 

Of course, they fought over it. Kurt was pissed about the timing, Adam thought he was being careless about their future plans because he refused to talk about it. 

“I’m refusing to do it publicly when we have obligations!” Kurt had told him. 

He had stormed into the empty auditorium at that point, casting aside Adam’s idea to move away after graduation for the moment, and sat in the third row. Unable to take a hint, Adam sat beside him. 

Kurt was barely able to pay attention to the singers until Blaine. Once again, the man was pleasantly dressed. This time in bright yellow capris and a lovely yellow and blue bowtie. Kurt wondered if he had an affinity for them. 

Adam coughed next to him, Kurt reverted his eyes. For the rest of the song, he was trying not to stare because Adam didn’t need another reason to blame Kurt for their relationship problems. When Blaine was finished, they clapped, Adam leaned in, “I’m sorry, you’re right.” In reply, Kurt kissed his cheek. 

Knowing a simple kiss could smooth things over for now. They obviously had a lot to discuss. 

As school picked up, Kurt mostly forgot about his little soft spot for Blaine until he was pulling a tipsy Adam off of the Lion’s Den dance floor Saturday night. 

They knew their potential new recruits would be at Callbacks, Kurt wanted none of that. If they were going to celebrate the first week of classes as a couple, he wasn’t about to be interrupted by a drunk NYADA student begging to know how their glee audition went. So he was here and apparently so was Blaine. 

He almost turned right around wanting to ignore the man. This is the exact situation he was trying to avoid. But Adam pulled him forward, slurring “bar’s this way.” 

Kurt tried to catch his eye from across the bar but instead watched as Blaine slung his drink back and paid his tab. By the time Adam was finished ordering, Blaine was gone. 

The fourth time Kurt thought he’d see Blaine never came. 

Kurt had posted the Adam’s Apples list of new recruits himself. Blaine Anderson was at the top. Alphabetically speaking. Yet, he never showed up to their first rehearsal. Everyone else had come. It was difficult to listen to Adam’s introductory speech when he kept waiting for Blaine to walk through the auditorium doors. 

He never did. Did Tuesdays at 7 not work for his schedule? 

They sat in a circle on stage playing ice breakers, learning each other’s names and special interests in regards to their studies at NYADA. 

When rehearsal ends, Adam tapped his shoulder, “you seem distracted, what’s up?” 

Kurt remembers what Drunk Adam told him on Saturday and lies, “nothing, I’m fine. Just something Rachel said.” 

“Well,” Adam helped him up, “don’t worry too much about her. Before you know it, you and I will be taking on the West End.” 

He smiles until Adam turns away. 

When Adam had first said they should move, Kurt thought he meant out of the heart of the city. Which was something he could understand. If Kurt’s dreams of starting a family someday were to be met, he saw the appeal of a move. It never crossed his mind that Adam meant to move across the ocean. 

When they first started talking, Kurt loved the allure of an older man. Being a freshman at the time, Kurt had been desperate to fit in in ways he never could at McKinley. So when Adam took him under his wing, showed him the ropes of NYADA and New York, it was only a matter of time before Kurt had a crush on him. Initially, Adam was too busy for a relationship, he had told Kurt as much so Kurt keep the crush to himself...and Rachel. 

When NYADA’s spring formal rolled around, Kurt was already planning on going with his roommate. Rachel had been trying him to match in a terrible shade of pink. It didn’t go well with either of their complexions. The text came in mid-argument about their outfits.

Adam: wanna go to formal?

Kurt dropped his phone. Luckily, he was sitting on the couch and it fell onto the cushion. Rachel, of course, knew something was wrong because Kurt paused in the middle of yelling at her about the tackiness of matching when they could complement each other instead. 

“What’s up?” she asked, leaning in to glance at his phone, “it’s not your dad, right?” 

“No, no, no,” Kurt assured her, tilting his screen so she could read the message. 

“OH!” she squealed, jumping up. “Tell him yes!” 

“He probably isn’t asking me, just wants to know if I’ll be there.”

Rachel rolled her eyes, “don’t stupid, Kurt.” 

Ignoring her, Kurt texted back and slumped down. 

Kurt: Rachel and I are going to go together, yes

Instantly, another text came in. 

Adam: Would Rachel be upset if I took you instead?

Rachel was biting her lip excitedly. Practically dancing as she sat on the couch next to him. 

Kurt: I think she’d be delighted. As would I.

The two of them did some jumping up and down together before Kurt settled back onto the couch, holding his phone to his chest. 

 “Guess that means I can wear pink if I want to,” Rachel said before disappearing into her bedroom. 

But that was then. It had been a long time since Kurt felt butterflies in his stomach when he thought about Adam. He never thought they’d completely disappear but these last few months he felt stagnant. When he expressed these concerns to his boyfriend, Adam’s solution was, once again, to move across the pond. 

Like that would solve their issues. 

That wasn’t what Kurt had meant by stagnant but Adam kept going on and on about how New York may be the city that never sleeps but he couldn’t wait to get back to the excitement of London. 

Kurt could never see himself moving so far away from his dad or his friends. New York had become his home these last three years. Maybe Adam always dreamed of going back to the UK but he had never told Kurt that explicitly until the start of this semester. Dating for 2 years and it never came up. 

By the time they were having their fifth fight about this, Kurt knew they were going to have to break up. It was just a matter of when. 

The actual fourth time Kurt saw Blaine Anderson was two weeks before Thanksgiving break. 

He was sitting in a corner of the library. Sheets of music spread across his lap. Titling his head so a single black curl dangled in his face. Blaine keeps blowing the curl away to no avail. It took everything in Kurt to not laugh. 

Adorable. 

Kurt wasn’t really here to study. He finished up his assignments for the weekend. There was a major test next week for one of Rachel’s classes. She was in a study group and forgot her yellow notebook so Kurt offered to bring it to her. 

Wasn’t it just his luck that Blaine Anderson was here? Right in his line of sight. The universe must be having fun with him tonight. He was about to go home to an empty apartment and write a breakup speech for Adam. 

Kurt had plans to talk with his day over Thanksgiving break—Burt insisted on planning for his flight. He just needed someone, not Rachel, to tell him it was the right choice. For so long, Adam, being his first boyfriend, made Kurt feel like he owed it to Adam to continue this. Kurt had just reached the end of his rope. 

He did end up talking to his dad about everything other than the impending breakup. In fact, Kurt couldn’t seem to get Blaine’s name out of his mouth. 

“We had this really talented singer come in for auditions, dad,” Kurt said. “Blaine Anderson, he’s a freshman.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

This was the second time Kurt had brought this up. 

“He’s going to do big things someday.” 

By the fourth time, Blaine’s name was mentioned, which was a lot of times for a man Kurt had only spoken to once, Burt had something to say about it. 

“You gonna ask him out, bud, or just keep talking to me?”

Kurt paused, blushed, and stumbled out a “no.” 

“No what? You won’t ask him or he won’t go out with you.” 

“Dad,” Kurt said, “both of those imply, I do ask him out.” 

“Well, you should.” Burt shrugged. “You clearly like him.” 

His dad did always know how to read him. This wasn’t the time to remind Burt of his boyfriend. Of whom, Burt was indifferent. Dating for years and Adam couldn’t seem to break down Burt’s overprotective walls. 

Now that Kurt was alone in their apartment thinking of those conversations. All of them. Every single time he had asked Burt about Adam or called his dad after a ridiculous fight. How many of those conversations contain happy stories? 

Kurt and Adam had loads of good times but none that he ever shared with his dad, no memories that become inside jokes, nothing like that. 

It was the Monday after Thanksgiving, Rachel was in class, Adam’s professor had let them out earlier, and Kurt had an empty apartment. 

Kurt: let’s get coffee

Adam: Be there in ten

When Kurt came back, he was a single man in New York once again. 

The fifth time, Kurt saw Blaine Anderson was on purpose. He meant to run into him in the NYADA auditorium. Kurt had asked around and found out Blaine had joined a different glee club. Amy said they rehearsed on Wednesdays and Blaine was always there a half-hour earlier to warm-up alone. 

Sure enough, Blaine was center stage pacing in a circle doing one of Rachel’s favorite scales. Kurt is creeping in from one of the back entrances. Slowly, he makes his way up to the stage unsure if he wants Blaine to notice him or not. 

Eventually, he reaches a moment when he has to say something. About fifteen feet from the stage, Kurt speaks up, “you’re very talented, you know?” 

Blaine looks down at him, a quick smile, and blushes, “thanks.” 

“We were sad to not see you at rehearsals but The Singsations benefit greatly.” 

“Yeah, I felt bad about it…” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “but it just wasn’t going to work.” 

“Well,” Kurt replied, “acapella isn’t for everyone.” 

“Funny enough, it wasn’t the acapella part.” 

At that, Kurt’s not sure what to say. He wants to ask what the problem was then.

“Sorry, did you just come here to ask why I didn’t join the Apples?” Blaine asked. 

“Um no, Amy said you warm up here before rehearsals.” Which was Kurt’s way of stalling. “I…”

This is exactly why Kurt hadn’t had a boyfriend before Adam: he was too nervous to make the first move. 

Blaine is sitting on the edge of the stage now so they’re almost level. Kurt could just push his legs apart, stand between them, and kiss him. That’s all he wants to do. 

“I’ve seen you around campus a lot.” Four times.

“Me too,” Blaine said, which has Kurt smirking slightly. So he did notice him too. Then Blaine continues and knocks that smirk right off his face, “how’s your boyfriend?” 

Well, Kurt should’ve expected that blow. His and Adam’s relationship was pretty well-known. In just two weeks since the breakup, Kurt’s surprised more people aren’t gossiping about it. 

Honesty is the best policy, right? 

“We broke up.”

“Oh,” Blaine replied, “I’m sorry to hear that.” 

“Are you?” Kurt asked, “because I’m not sorry at all. I should’ve done it sooner. We weren’t meant to be together as long as we were.” 

“You broke up with him?” Blaine asked, confused. “But you seemed so in love.” 

“A year ago, I would’ve agreed with you but one too many problems later it was never going to work,” Kurt told him, “but that’s not why I’m here either.” 

“So, why are you here? I was pretty sure you didn’t know I existed.” 

“I definitely do,” Kurt said, “and now it’s my turn to ask if you’re single.” 

Blaine blushed again, “Not sure that’s what I meant earlier.” 

“It’s what I meant.” 

“I’m not seeing anyone right now, I’ve been pining after this upperclassman who was with someone.” 

“Oh yeah?” Kurt asked. 

“Yeah.” 

Kurt took a step closer and placed his palms on Blaine’s knees. 

“Well, I think he likes you too.” 

Then, he pushes his legs open with no resistance from Blaine. It isn’t Kurt who leans in first though.