A.N. Hey readers! Thanks for still giving this story a chance. I know that my writing skills seriously need work…and sometimes my humor can get a little over-the-top. I'm not quite up there with Sweeney Todd the Musical (not the movie) in the art of dark comedy. Yes…this is a dark comedy as well as an erotica eventually leading to romance. But anyway, I apologize if it ruined your impression of this story, but I'm not going to take it out. I'm planning on making a few tiny edits, but I'm keeping the weird musical scene. Why? Because it's part of a key plot point. Here's a hint—that scene went on only in Jesse's mind. That's all I'm saying. But I promise not to make future scenes so…out there.

Also, on Kurt's character…if you had your heart set on him being a cute little uke victim, you're going to be disappointed. Also, if you're expecting him to be a cold-bitch dominatrix, you're going to be disappointed as well. I promise you all that I have a pretty good grasp on Kurt's character and I assure you that it's all a part of my plot.

Basically, I'm keeping all of your comments, suggestions, and criticisms in mind, but I've learned in the past that I can't just completely change my plot and character development because someone suggested in a review that I do so. Imagine if someone told Louisa May Alcott not to have Beth die in "Little Women" because it would make things too sad. What if Miss Alcott had listened? …Okay…so it's complete blasphemy for me to be comparing myself to one of the most brilliant authors in history, but you sort of get my point, no?

That being said, I do want your feedback. I could provide countless examples of wonderful authors who took the advice of their editors and crafted fantastic pieces of work. Please let me know what you think and what you'd like to see. I'm open to suggestions. Seriously. You all give great feedback and I admit that a lot of you have compelled me to tweak a few things.

Okay…REALLY LONG AUTHOR'S NOTE. Almost done, I promise. For the people who I haven't sent review replies to, I promise that I'll get to you. I will ALWAYS reply to reviews. Schoolwork is piling up a bit, so that's delaying my responses, but…meh. OH. AND A WARNING. NAUGHTY THINGS IN THIS CHAPTER! For those of you that don't like that…erm…sorry(?)

(A.N. PART 2): So, after I wrote that big-ass author's note…I realized that I have the SAT to study for this weekend and I have to pull up my grades. So, that being said, I won't be able to update until late next week. BUT…I'm going to make a compromise and give you all a little sneak-peek. Since I promised many of you the sex in this chapter, I'm going to give you a tiny sex scene from the next chapter. WARNING FOR YOU PWP-LOVERS: The smex is very plotty, without giving complete spoilers for the next chapter. But you're welcome to guess. :D

ON WITH THE SMUT!

Without preamble, Kurt was roughly pushed against the "Anything Goes" poster on the Broadway fanatic's wall. A mediocre play, in Kurt's opinion, since the plot was sorely lacking. But that was aside from the point. The point was that he had Jesse right where he wanted him. Blinded by carnal desires. Crazed with uninhibited lust. His usually steely-grey eyes were darkened and clouded over like the sky before a storm.

Yet, Kurt could face the storm. Just like the lovely mezzo-soprano in "Children of Eden", he was not a stranger to the rain. The roaring wind and thunderclaps would never bring him down. No. He was anything but helpless. The soprano was not a fragile buttercup swept up in a hurricane. No. He was never going to become a pawn constructed of sugar-glass, shattering to bits when pushed across the chessboard. Kurt could take anything Jesse threw at him. Why? Because he had the power.

Jesse knew this too. At least, that's what Kurt assumed.

"What the hell are you doing to me?!" Jesse demanded with a snarl, seizing Kurt's hands and pinning them above his head. "Answer me, or vow that I will destroy every shred of good in your life!"

"What is this, Jesse? A Shakespearian telenovela?" His eyes were dark blue, glittering with amusement. "Let's come to a conciliation. We'll both drop the dramatics and I'll give you the answers that you seek—"

The grip on his wrists tightened, sending sharp pains shooting down his arms. "Why did you...? Explain how...?"

"Perhaps you should try speaking in complete sentences rather than in garbled fragments---"

The lips came down, devouring him whole. Perfect. Everything was going according to plan. Although he wished that the grip on his wrists would loosen a bit. But if it gave Jesse a sense of power, he had no need to complain.

The taste of avocado reached his tongue once more and the towering, lithe figure was pressed against him, trapping him against the billboard-style poster of the mediocre production. While he had grown accustomed to this over the past week, the feeling of another man's erection poking into his stomach was still...different.

"Perhaps you should shut your big, slutty mouth and learn your place." Jesse growled, grinding his hips down upon the smaller-framed male. "Maybe I should finally get some use out of it."

"As if I'd want that vile thing anywhere near my--" Kurt yelped when the older boy proceeded to shove him even harder against the wall. God, he was going to have bruises like crazy...

"You'll do what you're told, bitch." Jesse's gaze was heated, furious, and tinged with a tiny speck of confusion. Excellent. "We're done with dry humping. You're going to suck me."

Kurt inhaled sharply. He knew that this was coming, but he couldn't brush away that tiny sliver of hope inside him that always wanted Finn as his first. First kiss, first fellatio, first time watching each other orgasm, first time making love...

"Remember...everyone wants someone more experience. This is just a practice round, right? And it'll be so worth it in the end..."

"Oh...and we'll be using this..." Jesse ripped the cute vintage scarf from Kurt's neck, revealing all the hickeys the older boy had given him over the past week. Without warning, the brunet's arms were forced behind his back and tied in place before he was shoved to his knees. "Relax, Kurt…deep breaths. You know who holds the power here." Jesse's eyes were hard as he drew his head back to peer at the soprano, breathing hard and exerting a slight pressure on the top of the other boy's head, threading his fingers into his perfectly styled hair. Great. Now he was going to have split-ends. "If I feel your teeth and I'm e-mailing those pictures to Hudson."

Before Kurt could respond, the ominous snick of a zipper being undone set his anxiety level skyrocketing. It all happened too fast. Almost immediately, there was a red, swollen cock at his pursed lips. But he couldn't act as if it bothered him. He had to be the strong one here. "And what makes you think that I know how to perform a fellatio, hm? Because I'm gay? For your information, not all gays are whores like you."

"I'm sure you're a quick study." Jesse retorted, thrusting his hips toward Kurt's face, groaning when the tip brushed one velvety cheek (he worked hard to get that sort of skin) and left a tiny smear of glistening precum. He glared down at the other boy, licking his lips and tugging at his hair lightly, urging him on with a menacing growl.

Kurt felt like he needed to stall in order to keep with his original plan. Not because he was nervous. No…he wasn't even a little bit disconcerted about having a giant appendage shoved down his throat. But he needed to stall. So, since he adored making Jesse squirm, Kurt decided to simply stick out his tongue and lick a circle around the crown of the baritone's erection, gasping a bit at the bitter taste. He licked at the sensitive flesh again before blowing on it, wondering how to best tease the fugly-haired teen.

At that, the grip on his hair tightened as Jesse guided himself forward to rub the head of his cock across the captive boy's lips, trailing a wet, sticky path to the other cheek. Kurt shuddered, making a mental note to add a facial mask to his skincare routine.

"Fuck…" Jesse's voice was rough, eyes half-lidded in a manner that Kurt would not admit was in any way sensual or sexy. "Suck. Me. Now." With a shuddering breath, Kurt did what he was told, imagining fervently that it was Finn standing above him and not that pathetic slime-ball who was about to fuck his face. So Kurt's inexperienced mouth opened around the first two inches of the singer's erection. With only a moment's hesitation, the smaller boy clamped down, doing his best to cover his teeth with his lips. He sucked hard, as if trying to coax the cum out of the arrogant teen before simply relaxing the suction and running his tongue all over the slightly bitter tasting surface. He just needed him to come. To come so hard that he saw stars. Then Jesse St. James would be at his mercy.

"Perfect, Kurt. Yes…" The 'former' Vocal Adrenaline star eased his cock in all the way to the root, causing Kurt to gag violently. Kurt was breathing frantically from his nose, panicking when he felt those swollen balls against his chin. "I can't take this…I…I can't do this." He blinked rapidly to keep his tears at bay as Jesse thrust himself down Kurt's throat, beginning a brutal rhythm that would surely keep the soprano from being able to hit those High F's. Damn him. "Just suck it up, Kurt. Be brave like Patti LuPone. Remember the plan. Remember…"

With one strangled moan, Jesse was coming violently, filling Kurt's mouth with the hot, bitter liquid. "Remember the plan."