Disclaimer: Don't own Glee. All characters are property of Ryan Murphy and Co.

A/N: So sorry this took so long! Writer's block and being busy does that. And as you can see the rating was hiked up to M... you know what that means ;)

Chapter 5

"Wait, what? Blaine calm down," David said, worried for his friend's well-being. It looked like he was going to explode from lack of breath and excitement. David pulled him inside the room, slamming the door behind him and leaning against it.

But didn't they understand? How the hell could Blaine calm down when his crush—Instead of wasting more brain power on that thought, he started speaking again, smiling like a goon all the while. "Don't you understand? Kurt is coming here! And—and he's gonna be my roommate!" Blaine exclaimed, eyes going wide in excitement as the dopey grin widened. And he was totally jumping up and down and clapping his hands.

The others just stood around with various amusements on their faces. God, Blaine was in full on excited puppy mode; where was a camera when you needed one? Just as David lifted his hand to cover his mouth to hide a snigger as the thought of 'I really hope he doesn't make a mess on the carpet from how excited he is' flitted through his brain, Blaine stopped jumping abruptly and David saw his gaze lock on the laughing Niff's interlocked hands.

"Oh, you two are talking again?" Blaine began, calming down. Then he raised a perfectly triangular brow at the two, cocking his head and squinting a little. "Why are you holding hands?"

Seriously, Blaine? You are so oblivious! David screamed in his head, but kept quiet. He'd let the two in question handle this. They deserved it after their major cockblocking.

Nick and Jeff both paled slightly, cutting their laughs off with a slight choking sound. It was quite comical to David. Nick abruptly dropped Jeff's hand as if it burned him and crossed his arms over his chest. And it was Jeff who sputtered out, "Yeah, we are, uh—talking," he said it as if he had just discovered that the word even existed, "again… SO, KURT!" he yelped abruptly, trying his damndest to change the subject.

Not so smooth, bro. And David really wondered how his friends were so stupid sometimes.

"Oh, yeah!" Blaine exclaimed… and good god it never failed. Just mention Kurt and Blaine was pacified. It was cute and sickening at the same time. "He's coming in tomorrow morning!"

Wes groaned from his spot on the bed, and Blaine stopped smiling as he turned to look at him.

"Wes, seriously, come off it! He wasn't spying on us!"

"It's not that, Blaine! Okay?" Wes shook his head and David let out a snort at just how drama queen-esque Wes looked with his huffy expression and his arms crossed over his chest. "It's just… man, Nick and Jeff are the biggest cockblocks ever and so are you!"

Blaine looked confused for a second before blushing. "Oh, um," he paused to scratch the back of his head. "You guys, don't you want to come tell Trent and Thad with me?" Blaine asked pointedly and David literally had to dive to the side to move away from the door as the other four, plus Blaine, rushed from the room.

David fell back against the door; finally letting loose the laughter that he had been suppressing since Blaine had walked in. He flicked the lock on the door and turned back towards the bed where he heard a huffy, "You can stop laughing any time now and come finish what you started."

David smirked at him, taking his sweet old time to get back to the bed and lying down on it next to Wes. He was in a teasing mood and Wes always made everything that much more worthwhile when he was waiting. Wesley Montgomery was a patient person normally, but when it came to waiting for something that he so desperately wanted, he became such a bitch. And, needless to say, David enjoyed it thoroughly and would fully accept any form of punishment the Asian decided to dish out at him… except… nah, Wes wouldn't hold out on sex now. That would hurt him more than David right now.

"So," David started casually, "Kurt? You think we're gonna bring him in to the Warblers?"

Wesley huffed again, rolling his eyes, but answered him anyway. "Well, we have to at least let him audition or Blaine will kill us."

They were both silent for a while until Wes' patience finally snapped and he hit David, hard, in the chest.

"Babe," David wheezed slightly. God, he was gonna have a bruise now. "What the hell was that for?"

Wes only glared at him. David grinned and before Wes knew it, David had launched himself at him and had rolled them so that David was now hovering over him. Wes sighed despite being so annoyed, and so to cover it up he bucked his hips up, hard, into David and they both let out moans from the contact.

David, in his very infuriating to Wes way, just grinned down at the boy under him. Wes loved him, oh boy did he, but David's highly amused personality really pissed him off at times like these. The amused boy ran his hand painstakingly slow down Wes' chest and lower to ghost over Wes' bulge (that he obviously knew was there without the teasingly slow caress from the buck) before pulling back. "You want me to take care of that?"

Wes really, really wanted to punch him in the face right now. But instead he brought his hands up to literally claw their way down David's back as he pressed himself closer to the boy on top of him. Two could play this game. The low growl in the back of David's throat made Wesley smirk as he bit at the space under David's ear, making the boy shiver. "Just fucking touch me before I punch you."

"God, so damn violent when you're horny, aren't you?" David amuses, pulling Wes in for a very rough kiss, all teeth and tongue and his hand expertly unbuttoned the head Council member's pants (and, huh, I'm technically fucking my boss, who would have thunk it?) and yanked them down as Wes shimmied his hips to help, yanking the offending fabric of the boy's boxers down too until his hand came in contact with his target. There Wes was, all hard and heavy in David's hand as he pulled his mouth away from Wes to give a deep groan as Wes let out a long moan.

David ran his thumb over the tip and started twisting his wrist in the way that made Wes literally scream. It was a wonder how David had never gone deaf yet, but it was actually one of the most erotic and beautiful things that he had ever heard in his life. And Wes was getting loud now, so David had to dive back in and swallow down his screams with some very rough and passionate kisses. Wes was writhing under him as David jerked his hand again, before running a single finger from the base of Wes' dick down the underside and up to the head.

Wes gasped, "Blow me, Davey," on a moan and who was David to object to that?

"Anything you want, babe," David said with a smirk before dropping a kiss to the corner of Wes' mouth. "But I'm gonna be busy and can't help muffle the sound, so you gotta be quiet, screamer."

Wes let out a raspy, "Just blow me, asshole," before moaning again as David flicked his wrist again. David made work of quickly unbuttoning Wes' shirt and followed his working fingers down Wes' chest, peppering kisses down the slightly sweaty span of chest that was exposed to David. He paused briefly to lick at Wes' navel before continuing down, licking the trail of hair that Wes had from his navel to his beautiful cock.

He gave Wes a kiss at his base before moving to finally engulf Wes' shaft in the tight, moist heat of his mouth and hummed as Wes let out a loud keen. He sucked, puffing out his cheeks and relaxing his throat to allow the full length of Wes into his mouth. It took one, two, three drags of his lips up Wes' shaft from the base to tip and one swirl and slow drag on the underside of Wes' cock with his tongue before his boyfriend was spilling hot and fast down the back of his throat, followed by a loud scream that was soon muffled by Wes probably stuffing the corner of his shirt in his mouth.

All the while, David had been touching himself, hurriedly stroking his own shaft as he heard all of Wes' sinful little noises and groaned low in the back of his throat as he came a few seconds after Wes had.

David sucked him through his orgasm before pulling off with a slightly loud pop. He licked his way back up Wes' chest and then gave him a slow kiss before jumping up off the bed like he hadn't just gave his boyfriend one of the most mind blowing orgasms of his life.

"Wait," Wes protested weakly. "What about you?"

David only grinned and looked down. Wes followed his gaze to find the small wet mark on David's crotch. "The noises you make, babe. It's too much." David winked before going to the bathroom and coming back with a damp cloth in hand. It was a testament to how comfortable they were as a couple that David just dropped his pants and boxers, letting them fall in the middle of the floor before wiping himself clean. He bent over to throw all the soiled things towards his hamper in his closet.

Wes watched him with hungry eyes and gave a low groan as he saw David's bare ass.

"Like what you see, baby?" David asked looking over his shoulder as he deliberately shook his ass as he pulled out some clean clothes from his dresser. And oh, god, if Wes had the energy to move…

"Love what I see," Wes said.

"You so got some!" Jeff was yelling the next morning in the cafeteria. Now that Nick and he were "talking" again, he found it perfectly okay to sit on the boy's lap. No one questioned it, because well… it was Nick and Jeff. No one knew that they were together and it was easy to hide when they normally acted like a couple anyways.

"Shut up," Wes said in mock annoyance, but the smile on his face ruined it. David rubbed his knee reassuringly.

"So," Nick plowed on, "how far did you get? Handjob? Blowjob? Sex?" And then he totally was yelled, "OH MY GOD, WES, DID DAVID BONE YOU LAST NIGHT?"

All the boys laughed, David hitting Nick in the back of the head. They all stopped when they heard a small voice come from behind them.

"Um… Blaine?"

Everyone looked up to see Kurt standing behind Blaine.

"K-Kurt?" Blaine asked in confusion and Wes Beatz elbowed him so hard that he almost feel off the chair he was sitting on. He was quick to grab the table to steady himself before turning around and coming face to face with him. "Oh, Kurt! Hey, when did you get here?" Blaine exclaimed with a nervous smile as he stood up to offer his seat to the new boy. "Here, take a seat. You want something? Drink? Eat? Anything?"

All the boys held back their laughter as they watched Blaine stumble over his words.

"No, I'm, uh, fine. Can you introduce me to everyone? I know Wes and David! Nice to see you two again," Kurt said as he sat down in the chair Blaine offered, smiling over at the two. "So glad you guys are together."

Wes and David said their hellos, giving Blaine time to spin around in a circle like a lost puppy looking for an empty chair to steal. He thankfully quickly found one, rushing over to grab it and then hurriedly sliding it over to sit next to Kurt. He was so damn nervous, but everyone had to give the boy credit for how composed he still was even if he was so close to flailing all over the pace. And just as he sat down, he grinned at Kurt (who side eyed him a little, but brushed it off with a shrug) before he introduced everyone.

Pointing to each person, Blaine said, "There's Flint, Thad, Trent, …Sebastian, and Beatz—"

"Beatz? Is that your real name?" Kurt interrupted to ask curiously.

"We don't talk about it," Beatz said quickly. He was smiling, but his voice said to drop it.

"Annnd," Blaine moved on, "Those two over there are Nick and Jeff."

"Oh, Blaine didn't tell me you two were together. How long have you been a couple?" Kurt questioned, stealing a cherry tomato off of Blaine's plate from his morning salad. Blaine almost looked like he was going to have heart failure, and was saved by everyone laughing and Jeff speaking up.

"Not long."

Everyone stopped and stared. The sound of silverware could be heard hitting the table, and then Thad dropping his milk which spilled on Trent with a gasp and a squeak. The two helped clean up and Thad apologized profusely.

Nick smiled slowly, stiffly. He leaned forward to whisper through clenched teeth, "Babe?"

Jeff patted him on the thigh. "It's time for me to come out." He smiled back at Nick before turning and speaking to the table at large. "At least to you guys, maybe. Not to my dad just yet. I figured I would be safe here at Dalton if it stayed at Dalton."

There was cheering, clapping, and money being exchanged, mostly to Trent, who was saying, "Told you it would be before the spring break."

Kurt was stunned by this group of boys. They were so… wild and different compared to what he thought prep school boys were going to be like. He was definitely in for a wild ride.

"So, Kurt, you're quiet," Trent spoke after the commotion had died down. "What about you! Is there anyone special?" he asked sweetly, ignoring the death glare from Blaine from behind Kurt's head.

Kurt blushed and stole a glance at Blaine, who had wisely schooled his features with a smile, before shaking his head.

"Oh god, it's going to be Niff all over again," Wes muttered into David's neck from where his chin was resting on his shoulder. David wisely covered his laugh with a fake cough. Just then the bell rang signaling for class to start.

"All right, Kurt, see you at practice. Have a song prepared for us to hear," Wes said before he and David stood to go to their classes, everyone else following suit. Kurt just nodded his head. That just left Kurt and Blaine at the table as a hundred boys all clambered their way out of the cafeteria.

"Um, hey, Blaine," Kurt said, standing up as Blaine was obviously waiting to show him around. "The Dean said I don't have to start class until next week since it's already Thursday, so I'll be in our room… if you want to stop by and help me unpack some things during your free period?"

Blaine just nodded his head and shrugged. "Actually, you're in luck. I have free period first thing. I was gonna show you around, but we can go unpack your stuff now. Come on," Blaine said with a nod of his head towards the cafeteria doors, "I know a shortcut!"

Kurt laughed. "Hopefully it isn't as long as your last shortcut."

The two walked off together and unbeknownst to the two all the Warblers had hung back around the corner to watch the two interact. They all laughed as they walked off to their respective classrooms.

The two made their way to Blaine's—no, their dorm, and Kurt was surprised to find that this time it was a shortcut. The two talked about Kurt's first impression of the other Warblers, and Blaine had to reassure that they were pretty intense and crazy at first, but they all grew on you as you got to know them. Kurt was captivated by how Blaine's eyes sparkled in happiness as he talked about how much he adored his friends. Kurt needed to distract himself or he was going to start drooling as he sat on his bed admiring Blaine.

He turned his attention back to his duffle bag where he was pulling out article after article of clothing to put on hangers before hanging them in the closet. When there was a lull in the conversation, Kurt decided to change topics.

"So," Kurt said, "Blaine, what song should I sing for Warblers?"

Blaine shrugged. "It's all up to you." He turned back to Kurt. "So where on the wall do you want this?" Blaine asked holding up a picture of Kurt's dad and step mom.

Kurt looked up at him to see what he was talking about. "Oh, um, right next to the one of me and my dad," Kurt said. "But, seriously, I want to sound perfect, Blaine."

"You sound perfect all the time," Blaine said before he could catch himself.

Kurt just smiled; looking back at the job he was doing, trying to hide his blush, as he whispered, "I think I know what I'm going to sing."