"Where are we David?" Gabe hissed to the taller boy, squeezing his hand as they walked down the eerily quiet hallway.

"Freshman's corridor," Gabe made a face.

"Why would he be..?"

"We've looked everywhere else Gabe." David snapped. Gabe yanked his hand out of David's, and looked up at him with wet eyes.

"I, David…" The stony stare masking his David's worry softened.

"Gabe, I'm sorry, dude I didn't mean for it to come out like that."

"David, I think I should go." Gabe turned around and spoke over his shoulder.

"But Gabe, I didn't mean it…"

"Do you really think it's the best idea for me to be there when you find Wes? I'm kinda the reason he left in the first place. David, I like you, I do, and I'd love to be with you, and I have no doubt you truly thought you liked me, but you need to sort this out with Wes. I don't want to be the thing that comes between you." Before David could protest, Gabe took off down the hall.

Unlike Gabe and David, who had done their best to act like they hadn't see what they had seen earlier, Blaine and Kurt couldn't forget.

"H-holy, shit." Blaine panted, when he partially regained the ability to speak. "Tha-that was so embarrassing." Blaine pushed the curls off his forehead, dampened with the sweat of sex.

"Actually, that was kind of hot." Kurt murmured, absentmindedly (or so Blaine thought) lapping at his sticky fingers. Blaine's eyes grew wide from a mix of shock and… well it was pretty much just shock, that Kurt had found that hot, and that Kurt was licking his… love juices, off his hand.

"Hot? Wh-what are you doing Kurt?" Kurt frowned.

"Oh god, this is gross isn't it? I don't know, I've never tasted it before, and I was just, you know, wondering. The flavor is… interesting. It's kind of nice." Kurt blushed, but continued to lick his hand clean, sticking his finger into his cheek and sucking it.

"No, it's not gross. Kurt, I'm just wondering how you can find me being humiliated a turn on." Kurt shrugged shyly, his tongue never leaving his hand. Blaine was surprised at the total mood change of his boyfriend, from dominant and commanding to flustered and sheepish.

"It's not your humiliation. It's just the whole voyeurism thing. I don't know, having you come in front of them was just hot to me." Blaine shook his head and rolled out of the bed, walking towards the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" Kurt asked, popping his finger out of his mouth.

"Shower." Kurt nodded before grinning.

"Wait for me."

"Wes! Wes! Where the hell are you," David muttered the last words. He was about to try his phone for the thousandth time, when he heard a distant sniffling. He whirled around and dashed over into the next hallway, skidding to a stop near the end of the polished floor. "Wes." The boy named looked up to glared at him, and was about to speak before he was cut off.

"You bitch! You made poor Wesley cry. You don't deserve him. Bastard." James was finished speaking before Gavin or Franc had the time to stop him. David was taken slightly aback.

"Excuse me?" He asked.

"No! You cannot be excused. Wesley loves you and you went behind his back and… and… kissed another! Shameless." David would usually have scolded the crap out of this loudmouthed little boy who needed to learn he was way out of line. But there was nothing usually about this at all. He swore the kid had just said… Wes loved him?

"Wes what?" David breathed, needing to hear it said with the same conviction, needing to make sure he hadn't been echoing Gabe's words in his head.

"Wes fucking loves you numbnuts. You're just too thick noggined to realize." David shook his head.

"Watch your language. And don't say things that are untrue. Child, you are insane. Isn't he?" David begged. The two sophmores who had remained silent shook their heads solemnly.

"He told us." Franc said.

"Every last thing." Gavin agreed. David shook his head.

"No, no. Wes? You like Gabe? You told me…" David's speech faltered as Wes looked up at him with streaming red-rimmed eyes.

"D-david," Wes sobbed. "I l-l-l-lied. It was you. Always you. No one but… you." He chocked on the last word, his breath shuddering. He had his arms wrapped tightly around his chest, as if he was trying to hold himself together. He was failing. David was silent for a moment, taking Wes's face in his hands. Franc and Gavin took this as their cue, dragging away James with them, despite his pleas.

"No! I wanna waaaaaaaatch!" He was instantly silenced by Gavin's evil inquiry to the boy.

"Guess what I got in the mail today? And guess who the lucky guy is who's gonna watch with me. Yes, you James."

"Oh my GOD Blaine. Seriously?" Blaine nodded as he poured half the contents of a small bottle to bubble fragrantly in the hot water. "A bath? Together? What are we, four?" Blaine nodded adorably, which was difficult for Kurt to think, since below the neck his naked boyfriend was anything but. Hot? Mhmm. Sex Godlike? Yes. Adorable, noooooo.

"Maybe," Blaine said sultrily, walking up to his boyfriend who was also in the nude. "If four year olds did this." Blaine pressed up flush against Kurt, the flaming expanses of skin heating up the other in the most sinful of ways. He let his hands rest lazily at the base of Kurt's spine, fingering the dimples there in the way that made him arch even farther into his boyfriend. Taking the opportunity during this distraction, Blaine let his hands slip lower to cup Kurt's rear, squeezing the flesh that filled his hands deliciously, and using it to anchor them together. He rolled his hips into him, taking delight in the way Kurt absolutely moaned in pleasure at the sensation.

Blaine grinned at the way Kurt's head leaned back and his blush ignited his cheeks, spreading down over his neck and chest. "F-four year olds don't do that," he gasped. Blaine smiled, and let go of Kurt, who immediately had to hold onto the counter behind him for balance, his erection growing harder with each panting breath. Blaine took a few steps away from the boy, and slid himself into the bath. Kurt's eyes flew open when he heard the splash. He pushed himself off of the cold granite support, and joined Blaine, demanding,

"Oh no you don't. You can't just leave me like this. You are going to finish what you started Blaine Warbler, and you are going to finish it now."

"Why? Why didn't you tell me?" Wes tried to wrench his face out from David's hands, but it remained between those rough warm palms. Helplessly, Wes whimpered, sagging in his seat.

"David, I…" And Wes couldn't take it anymore, the feeling of having his face cradled so caringly by David, and all this emotion… Wes grabbed David's wrists, almost as if to force his hands off Wes's face, but instead he yanked them backwards, putting him of balance. Wes pulled far enough so that David fell forward, his elbows hooked over Wes's shoulders.

They didn't speak. Wes looked at David's face, a centimeter from his, if not less. He ran his hands forward over David's arms slowly, feeling his muscled forearms, firm biceps, toned shoulders, placing one hand behind David's neck, hearing his breath hitch, and twisting the other up in his shirt where he could feel the thudding heartbeat. He tugged, and in an instant their lips met; Wes tightening his hold as David for a moment stiffened up, then grew limp, his arms draping over Wes. Wes barely noticed these reactions though, as he felt the most important. He was kissing back.

David was kissing back.

Sorry for the delay. I'm kinda grounded on the computer. See my profile for info on the progress of my stories!