Finally! Chapter four! This is the one you've been waiting for, buddy. Enjoy. ;)

Chapter Four - "Try Not To Bruise It"

"...and it was so, like, amazing when those Galaxy-class starships angled in and pounded the crap out of that Cardassian destroyer!" Sam enthused, bumping shoulders with Blaine as they wove their way through the crowded McKinley hallway on their way to study hall. "You never saw anything like that on NextGen."

"I know, right?" Blaine geeked back. "And how about the part when the Defiant's escorts got blown away? Especially when that disruptor beam drilled a friggin' hole -"

"- completely through that starship's saucer section? Totally!" Sam interrupted, finishing the sentence. "And I thought that one where the Klingon fleet attacked the station was great, but this was -"

"- so much better," Blaine cut in, agreeing. "Epic."

Blaine and Sam had been marathon-watching Deep Space Nine every weekend for the past month. Thanks to having Friday off (bless those teacher workshops!), they'd reached the sixth season (the absolute best as far as Blaine was concerned) yesterday on Sunday.

As Sam stopped at his locker to apply a fresh coat of ChapStick, Blaine pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked it for the tenth time that day for any missed calls or texts.

Nothing. As usual.

It had been four weeks, two days, and seven hours since Kurt had left for New York - or rather since Blaine had encouraged him to escape Lima and barista work and creeping around McKinley. The night before Kurt had left, they'd lain in bed talking and Kurt had promised Blaine that, long-distance or no long-distance, everything between them would be fine.

But, as the weeks had passed, Blaine learned that promises were easily broken as his worst fears started coming true.

Kurt embraced his new Blaineless life in the City with gusto - and as a result the life-line of calls, texts, and Skyping between them had dwindled to almost nothing. And whenever his boyfriend deigned to pay him any attention these days, their conversations inevitably became all about Kurt. (Not like that was anything new, but never this bad.)

Pushing down his disappointment, Blaine tucked his phone away, turned to Sam - and caught the sympathetic look Sam was giving him.

"It's okay," Blaine chirped in reply as he plastered on a smile. Sam clapped his shoulder and smiled back, thankfully avoiding the elephant in the room - or in this case the hallway - like he always did.

His friendship with Sam had been an unexpected bonus this year. Thinking back, Blaine could laugh at the resentment he'd felt in September when Brittany had pretty much forced him into taking Sam on as his running mate in the student council elections. The more time the two boys had spent together, the more they'd meshed. It turned out they had a lot in common - sports, comics, fandoms, and a perverse love of vintage sci-fi shows.

The less he heard from Kurt, the more Blaine found himself leaning on Sam. Sam was a good listener and could always make him laugh with those adorkable impressions of his. And it sure didn't hurt that he was damn easy on the eyes. Blaine watched Sam sensuously dragging the ChapStick around his mouth and couldn't help imagining for the thousandth time how those plush lips would look wrapped around his hard -

The chorus of "Teenage Dream" started playing in his pocket and all thoughts of Sam flew out of his head. Blaine whipped out his phone and saw the screen light with Call from My Kurt.

"There you go, dude," Sam exclaimed. They were passing behind the auditorium and he playfully pushed Blaine toward the backstage door. "Get in there and score some phone tail. I'll catch up with ya later."

Blaine didn't have to be told twice. After a Blam fist-bump, he stepped through the door and answered the phone with a sultry, "Hey, sexy."

"Blaine," Kurt replied unenthusiastically.

Blaine was too happy to notice. "Your timing's perfect. Study hall. Unless Mrs. Masella's finally gotten a new pair of glasses, she'll never miss me."

"Blaine..."

"Oh, god, I miss you, baby. I miss you so much. I'm backstage right now. You remember what we used to do backstage?" Blaine asked suggestively as he popped the button on his khakis and unzipped his fly. "How much time do we have? It's been so long, I don't think I'll last more than a few min -"

"Blaine!" Kurt's voice shrilled, stopping Blaine's hand in mid-grip around his stiffening penis. "I need to talk to you about something."

A shiver went down Blaine's spine. Why doesn't that sound good? "About...?" he asked tentatively.

"There's no easy way to say this, but...I've met someone else."

No... His life was over and Blaine's heart wilted faster than his dick. "Is this some kind of a joke?" he managed to ask without his voice breaking. Please say "yes," please please please -

"No. His name is Adam. He's a junior at NYADA, I met him through Rachel -"

"Kurt..." Blaine whispered as his chest clenched.

"Let me finish, Blaine. Adam and I have gotten...close over the past month. We have a lot in common and he's much more my equal than you are." Blaine choked back a sob as Kurt continued, "I think I owe it to myself to see if there is something between he and I before I can possibly commit to one person for the rest of my life. If it doesn't work out, then I'll know you and I were meant to be together."

Whoa, excuse the fuck out of me? Blaine felt like he'd been kicked in the gut. "So let me get this straight," he said, a slow burning anger consuming the grief in his heart. "You've been cheating on me and now you're breaking up with me so you can officially be with this other guy? And in the event he doesn't meet with your satisfaction, you just assume that you and I are just going to pick up where we left off?"

"I should have known you wouldn't understand, Blaine." Kurt's voice had that grating superior tone that always drove Blaine crazy. "I swear, you can be such a child at ti -"

"No, Kurt, I understand perfectly." Thinking of all the times he'd grinned and beared Kurt's mercurial mood and oppresive ego, something inside of Blaine snapped. "I understand that you're a selfish bitch! A vain, self-centered, self-aggrandizing asshole!" he hissed into the phone. "You better hope you and this Adam do make it, because if you think I'm just gonna wait around for you, you're even more delusional than normal. I just can't believe you think so little of me. Sorry to put a kink in your plans, 'my love', but find yourself another doormat! Goodbye!"

And before Kurt had any chance to rebut, he stabbed the "end" button. He wanted to hurl the phone across the stage just to hear it break. In the end, he decided Kurt wasn't worth it.

Filled with wild, conflicting emotions, tears streamed down Blaine's face. I don't believe it's over just like that...why was I so stupid...I always knew he was capable of something like this...look at that whole Chandler thing...

A deep, ugly sob escaped his throat.

He didn't want to let anyone see him like this; he ran to the ladder and climbed up onto the lighting catwalk. There, he sat and hugged his legs up against his chest while he fell apart. His brain provided an appropriate soundtrack as he cried tears of rage and loss:

I think I've finally had enough
I think I maybe think too much
I think this might be it for us
Blow me one last kiss

Memories of his relationship with Kurt filled his head, starting out rose-colored and sweet but growing darker as time progressed. He could see with sudden clarity how their being together had changed them both...and not for the better.

You think I'm just too serious
I think you're full of shit
My head is spinning, so
Blow me one last kiss

The P!nk song mirrored his feelings perfectly. He could never forgive Kurt for this. Never. Taking out his phone, Blaine deleted their years-long text thread without a second thought - then deleted Kurt's number. Scorched earth policy.

Just when it can't get worse
I've had a shit day
You've had a shit day
We've had a shit day

Removing Kurt from his life made Blaine feel more alone than he ever had before. He fumbled with his phone, and sent Sam a text to please come to the auditorium right away.

I think that life's too short for this
Want back my ignorance and bliss
I think I've had enough of this
Blow me one last kiss

"Come on, it's okay. There's no one here." Blaine lifted his head when he heard a male voice below him. But it wasn't Sam's. He was surprised to see Sebastian and a tall, good-looking boy pass under the catwalk as they made their way downstage.

I won't miss all of the fighting
That we always did
Take it in, I mean what I say
When I say there is nothing left

Still no reply from Sam. Blaine wondered where the heck he was. At the same time, he was curious what Sebastian and friend were doing here - unless the ex-Warbler was finally taking his role as the "New Rachel" seriously and trying to recruit the guy for Glee Club.

No more sick whiskey, dick
No more battles from me
You'll be calling a trick
'Cause you no longer sleep

After another glance at his phone, he tried to remember where he'd seen the boy before - right, the football team. The running back who does those OTT end-zone dances. Um...Raider? Riker? Whatever, at least he's got some nice moves and...holy shit!

I'll dress nice, I'll look good
I'll go dancing alone
I will laugh, I'll get drunk
I'll take somebody home

Blaine's mouth dropped open when Sebastian pushed the muscular boy up against the baby grand, dropped to his knees, unzipped the kid's jeans and started mouthing the bulge in his briefs. He rubbed his hands up the boy's body, pushing his shirt up to reveal a tight six-pack and defined iliac "V".

I think I've finally had enough
I think I maybe think too much
I think this might be it for us
Blow me one last kiss...

When the boy's - Ryder! That's it - when Ryder's moaning got so loud Blaine felt his cock start to twitch, he thought it was time to get out of there. His boyfriend had just dumped him; not the time to be watching two hot guys go at it. (Though he had second thoughts on that one after Sebastian pulled his own shirt off because, just...damn!)

By the time Blaine had climbed down the ladder, Sebastian had Ryder's thick cock pulled out of his briefs and was giving it a serious tongue bath. He couldn't help but stare and was rubbing his crotch before he snapped out of it.

He managed to sneak out the stage door with neither boy noticing he'd ever been there. In the hallway, he texted Sam a second time. (No answer again?) He checked the time and tried to think where Sam could be.

With Mr. Schue. For his after-school tutoring session.

Blaine was too caught up in his own thoughts to question why the blinds inside Mr. Schue's office were drawn and the door shut and locked. He went inside the choir room and heard voices coming from the office. Sam's knapsack was lying in the middle of the floor, along with one of his sneakers.

He barged into the office, saying, "Mr. Schue, I'm really sorry to interrupt..." when he and his voice stopped dead in their tracks.

A naked Sam was kneeling on the desk, his ass sticking out for everyone to appreciate while he passionately made out with a just-as-naked Will Schuester. The teacher's hands roamed Sam's chiseled torso, fingers outlining each defined muscle. Meanwhile Sam's hands were kneading the older man's cock...

What. The. Fuck. The conservative part of Blaine's mind told him what was going on was so wrong. Worse than when Puck had been screwing Shelby Corcoran.

However, the rest, plus his dick, told him it was flat out one of the hottest things he'd ever seen and had him seriously wondering if he'd crossed over into some kind of gay parallel universe...

Sam had his hands full, rolling Will's rock-hard pole between his palms just the way he liked it when he heard a noise. He wondered if it was Sebastian coming to horn-in on the fun again. God, he's gotta have, like, the best sex radar ever. Opening his eyes, he saw Blaine standing the doorway, eyes looking ready to pop out of their sockets.

Shit...

He jumped off the desk and faced his freaked-out friend. "Um, dude, I know what this looks like" - oh, that's original, Sam eye-rolled - "but I can explain" - even better, dickwad.

Then he took in Blaine's red-rimmed eyes, tear tracks and messy hair and his awkward expression softened to one of concern. "B, what's the matter?"

Blaine wanted to laugh at the absurdity of that question. His boyfriend had just dumped him and broken his heart. On top of that, his seventeen-year-old best friend was naked and macking on their hot teacher while playing with said teacher's nine-inch tool. (And seriously, since when are teachers allowed to look like that outside of porn?) But, sweet merciful lord, what made this the perfect storm of crazy was that Sam was standing there NAKED with every lickable inch of his sculpted physique on display, smooth fair skin taut over hard muscle - and that beautiful cock pointing right at him like a fucking heat-seeking missile!

Unable to process the events of the past half hour, Blaine mind was a mess. He needed his best friend, so it only seemed logical when he threw himself at Sam, crushed their lips together and kissed him. Hard. After he backed off, he realized that he'd wanted to do that for a long time.

"What the hell?" Sam exclaimed in surprise, looking into Blaine's eyes to try and glean some clue. "What's going on?"

Feelings for Sam he'd repressed because he'd had a boyfriend were bubbling to the surface as he replied, "Kurt. There's someone else. It's over. I need you." And he grabbed the back of Sam's neck and pulled him in for kiss number two.

There was meaning in that second kiss and Sam wasn't complaining. Hell, there'd been times he'd looked at Blaine and wondered if he'd fallen a little for the guy that was his best friend. He never meant to get lost in those large soulful eyes...tried not to stare at his lean, tight frame when he spotted for him in the training room...not to mention that ass...

Exchanging a glance with Will, Sam went to work unbuttoning Blaine's cardigan and said, "Forget him. And let's see if we can't help you even the score."

It wasn't long before Blaine's clothes were strewn on the choir-room floor and Will was sitting on the risers with both boys' heads between his legs. Sam and Blaine were tending to the teacher's cock; Sam sucking the head while Blaine licked up and down the long shaft - and maybe "accidentially" grazed Sam's lips on occasion.

Sam backed off and smiled at Blaine, lips glistening. "Taste it." Blaine obeyed, sinking his mouth down around Will's cock and flicking the slit with his tongue. Pre-cum oozed from the tip and Blaine let out satisfied little hums as he enjoyed his sticky treat.

"Ohhhhh, shit." Will's head fell back as he enjoyed the feel of the boy's hot, wet mouth stroking him to an even greater hardness. When Blaine locked his lips around his shaft and started to suck in earnest, he leaned back and let out a long moan.

Feeling left out, Sam stopped stroking himself and straddled Will's thighs. He pressed the underside of his cock against the underside of Will's spit-slick shaft and Blaine got the message; he stretched his jaw open wider and started sucking both cocks at once.

"That feels amazing," Will purred. "I didn't know daddy's new boy was such a cock slut." He sat up using his core strength to give Sam a sloppy kiss.

Sam groaned against Will's lips at the incredible feeling of their rigid poles grinding up, down, and around each other while lubricated by Blaine's saliva. It felt so good, but Sam didn't want to pop too soon. He went behind Blaine, grabbed his thighs and pushed Blaine's knees over his head until his weight was resting on his upper back and shoulders. Sam slowly caressed his butt, mumbling, "God, you have an incredible ass," as he grabbed and squeezed one muscular mound with each hand.

Will knelt on the floor close to Blaine's head and slid his dick down boy's throat. While Blaine greedily sucked his teacher's nine-incher, Sam bent down, spread Blaine's legs and flicked that sensitive little pucker with his tongue.

Not missing a stroke on Will's cock, Blaine jerked as though shocked as Sam started rimming him. God oh god oh god!

Sam's mouth stretched in a smile as he watched Blaine spasm beneath him. He slid his tongue around and finally into that tight entrance.

Blaine couldn't believe what was happening. The taste and feel of Will's leaking dick pulling up and down his throat was intoxicating alone, but Sam's ministrations were driving him absolutely fucking wild. That wriggling tongue was sending jolts of pleasure shooting through his body. He'd never experienced anything like it and - oh god! - he hoped it never stopped!

So he was disappointed when he felt Sam remove his tongue. But then was filled with excitement when his friend started spitting on his hole to get him ready for...

"Stick your fingers in me," Blaine begged after reluctantly pulling off Will's throbbing cock.

Both Will and Sam slowly slid a digit into Blaine's slick hole. Blaine groaned as they teased the opening, stretching and exploring it. Overcome with lust, he sucked Will's rock-hard cock back into his mouth, humming loudly around it when someone nudged his spot and sent a surge of ecstasy ripping through him.

"That's it," Will purred. He crooked his finger and gently stroked Blaine's prostate, enjoying the feeling of power that seeing the ex-Warbler shudder gave him. Not to mention the incredible way Blaine's throat vibrated around his dick as each touch produced an energetic hum.

After a few more minutes, Will decided it was move on and ordered, "Spank that ass, baby. I know you want to."

"Yes, daddy." With his free hand, Sam drew back and whacked Blaine's perfect bubble butt. Damn! He couldn't believe how toned his friend's ass was, the way his hand all but ricocheted back!

A pink splotch bloomed on Blaine's pale smooth skin, spreading with each repeated strike. Just like the muffled moans escaping from Blaine's mouth grew louder as he continued to bob up and down on Will's cock. Strands of saliva dripped down from the shaft each time he drew back.

Will's breathing was growing ragged. He felt himself getting close and he reluctantly pulled out of Blaine's mouth, asking Sam, "You ready to fuck it?"

Sam smirked, "I thought you'd never ask."

Both men removed their slick fingers from Blaine's hole. Sam reclined on the bottom riser, muscles rippling as he got comfortable. His cock stood straight up, tall and thick and glistening with pre-cum.

Will squirted a huge dollop of lube over Sam's member, coating it with long, deliberate strokes that made the boy moan. "Feels good, huh?"

"Fuck yeah," Sam breathed.

"Let's go, baby boy," Will said, pulling his hand off Sam's pole so Blaine's ass could take its place.

Never in Blaine's wildest dreams had he expected to see his best friend stark naked - outside a quick peek in the gym shower, that is. Now, he was gazing at Sam's nude frame sensuously stretched out beneath him while he prepared to impale himself on his swollen cock.

After crab-walking over Sam, he guided his thick, dripping shaft up right against his hole, hesitating as he felt the heat of that fat cock head pressing up against him. He'd never had anyone so huge inside him (his previous partner having been rather on the "petite" side in this particular area) but he was so turned on, he would just go for it.

Blaine's face scrunched up as he sank down inch by inch, hissing at the wonderful burning as he stretched wide around Sam's monster. "Oh, god, Sam, you're so big...oh, fuck!"

Holy fucking hell! Sam couldn't keep from seriously moaning as Blaine's ass clenched tight around his cock. Really tight. Like he'd stuck it in the grip of a hot, wet vice. Then Blaine took a deep breath, rocked his hips and whimpered as Sam's shaft scraped his prostate.

Once Blaine was fully mounted on Sam, Will gently kissed Blaine's lips. Then bent down and took the boy's dick into his mouth and started sucking. He tortured him, swirling his tongue around his cock head, paying close attention to the sensitive cleft at the back which slowly drove him out of mind.

At the same time, Sam started jack-hammering up into Blaine, as if trying to fuck all memories of Kurt out of his head with each brutal thrust. And with the way Blaine's eyes were rolling back in his head, it looked like it was probably working.

A sheen of sweat had formed on Sam's gyrating body and it wasn't long before Blaine's moans of pleasure turned into stuttering yells of ecstasy. "Muh-muh-Mister Schue I-I-I'm gonna cum!"

Watching Blaine fall apart, Will just sucked harder. Suddenly Blaine bent backward and screamed, firing a huge creamy load into Will's mouth. Cum spilled down his chin as he tried and failed to keep up with swallowing the streams shooting from Blaine's swollen cock.

Panting heavily, Blaine was amazed by the power of his climax. With Sam railing his ass non-stop, the waves of pleasure just kept coming. "Don't stop. Keep fucking me. Just keep fucking me!, he cried out.

Sam willingly obliged.

Totally horned up, Blaine grabbed his still-hard cock and jerked it with a vengeance even though he'd already come. There was a wild look in his lust-darkened eyes when he caught Will's gaze and hissed, "Fuck me, daddy."

When the word "daddy" passed Blaine's lips, Will inhaled sharply. He immediately pulled Blaine off Sam and lay the shorter boy on his back on the second-level riser. He was painfully hard by now and had been dying to tap that pert ass so badly he couldn't wait one more second. He jerked Blaine's thighs up and apart, pushed inside with one quick, moan-inducing thrust and started slamming into Blaine like a man possessed. His hands were gripping the boy's legs so hard his nails threatened to draw blood.

Moaning like a bitch, Blaine reached out and grabbed Sam by the cock. Getting a firm grasp, he used it to pull the blond closer until the head was in his mouth.

Sam gasped when Blaine started blowing him. The little dude couldn't get enough dick! And Sam thought he was a big cum slut; the way Blaine was going to town made him wonder if cum could be addictive.

Watching his boys at play amped up Will's lust to a new high and he started fucking Blaine at double speed. Sweat ran down his body as his balls slapped against the boy's ass.

Blaine couldn't help whimpering around Sam's cock and was hard-pressed to keep it in his mouth for more than a few seconds at a time. Looking down at his friend's compact body, Sam could see every defined muscle in his abs tense in time with Will's frenzied thrusts.

"Get it in there harder! Yes! Yes!" Red and contorted, Blaine's face showed he was about to cum a second time.

Sam firmly grasped Blaine's waving cock in his big hand and pumped it slow and hard. With a wild cry, Blaine convulsed through a second orgasm as Sam jerked another big load out of him. White jizz squirted strong as the first time, coating Blaine's chest and stomach with his own cum.

While Blaine caught his breath, Will stroked his hair. "Good boy. You up for more?"

"Hell yes," Blaine panted. He may have looked as spent as Jack Dawson after his romp in the Daimler's back seat, but every nerve ending in his body was tingling. He'd never felt so free in his life. Sex with Kurt had been...well, frankly, dull; Blaine had never been allowed to top, they'd never done it anywhere but in bed and sweating was always discouraged.

Good," Will smiled. "You were such a good little cock slut back there, sucking us both at the same time." He glanced at Sam before going on. "You game to put us both in someplace else at the same time?"

Blaine answered with a sly smile and an enthusiastic "Yes, daddy." And soon the room was echoing with groans, grunts and the squelching sound of lube in use - a lot of lube.

After Will's question, Blaine had settled himself down in Sam's lap, looking into his friend's beautiful face as he stuffed his big cock inside him. Will had come at Blaine from behind, slathering his own dick with lube. Then he'd slowly shoved himself in. It had been a while since he'd done this and squeezing in with Sam's huge shaft had him gasping as he pressed himself in to the root.

Sam had moaned as Will's cock squeezed alongside his own, but he was drowned out by the long, deep animal bellow that Blaine had let out. His eyes had shot open at the sensation, hands tightly gripping Sam's shoulders as that tight ring of muscle was strained beyond imagination. His face had looked surprised that he was actually able to be double-penetrated by two big dicks. After Will had gotten completely inside, Blaine let out a huge shuddering breath, trembling but clearly loving it. The massive pressure on his prostate had him fully erect and dripping on Sam's abs, even after having cum twice already.

The grunting and groaning started when Will began sliding in and out of Blaine's over-stuffed hole. The friction of Sam and Will's cock heads dragging against each other felt incredible to all three. Hurts so good...c'mon, baby, make it hurt so good...

All the pent-up sexual tension was getting to Will and Sam; they fucked Blaine until the last minute when they felt their climaxes getting close. Then they pulled out to start jacking off over Blaine's body.

"Oh, shit, here it comes!" Sam came first after roughly stroking his cock with both hands. His back arched as he shot ropes of thick white cream on Blaine's chest. When he'd stopped shuddering through his orgasm, he dragged his fingers through the streams and stuck one in his own mouth. After he'd sucked it clean, Sam fed the rest to Blaine.

Blaine reveled in the taste: tangy salt with a trace of pineapple. Oh, god, we have to do this regularly just so I can get more of that...

He got his wish soon. Sam had moved behind Will, reaching around to wrap his hand around the teacher's swollen member. He licked his ear and whispered, "You want it fast, daddy?" before jerking Will as fast as he could. Will started moaning, deep and gutteral, tensing up as Sam's rough treatment finally pushed him over the edge. When he started came, Blaine dropped as if by reflex to his knees and caught the streams in his mouth.

Sam's arms wrapped around Will's hairy chest, supporting him as he shook through the throes of his climax. When his mind cleared Will turned his head, giving Sam a deep kiss. He bent down and kissed Blaine as well, tongue sweeping in a taste of his own seed in the process.

Sam then kissed Blaine before smiling down at him, "You okay, B?"

"Well, apart from not being able to walk for the next three days, I've never felt better in my life." It may have been an...unconventional afternoon, but Kurt was hardly on his mind. He'd definitely gotten closure. And being with Sam had shown him a new reality. "Yeah, I'm gonna be fine."

Soon the growing soreness in his abused ass asserted itself and he gingerly felt himself. His lips quirked when he remembered someone somewhere once saying "Every moment of pleasure in life has to be purchased by an equal moment of pain." Oooh, they weren't kidding.

Catching Sam's eye, Blaine quipped, "Damn, I feel like someone's blew a hole right through my hull." He looked down at his body and rubbed at the drying cum streaking his body. "God, it's like I'm some kind of cumsicle..."

Sam licked at a stream trailing across his right pec. "Hmmm, that's a fun way to clean you off."

"Or we can adjourn to the showers, and get clean while getting dirty," Will offered suggestively.

"Dude, shower sex is totally the best," Sam enthused, eyes begging Blaine to join them.

Blaine managed to get to his feet and laughed, "Why not? Just next time, try not to bruise it...more."

That night, Will was in his kitchen cooking dinner, an apron tied over his micro-briefs. He'd made an apple slaw and was standing at the stove poking the four thick pork chops sizzling in the pan with a fork. After all that vigorous after-school activity, he was hungry as a bear and would probably eat three of them himself.

There'd been plenty of poking in the shower room, too. Will smirked at the memory of the water pounding their bodies as he fucked each boy up against the wall, their strong legs wrapped around his waist, while the other one watched and masturbated. Then he'd directed them fuck each other (and couldn't help seeing something growing between them as they stared into each other's eyes the whole time).

By the time he was forking the chops onto a serving platter, he heard the front door open and slam closed. Sebastian burst into the kitchen and flung his messenger bag onto the breakfast-nook table. Will turned and noticed a gaily-colored strip of fabric clutched in his hand.

"Perfect timing, baby. Dinner's just about ready," Will said, ignoring the boy's bad mood. If he'd learned nothing else living with Sebastian Smythe, it was if you wanted to know what was going on behind those usually inscrutable green eyes, you had to wait until their owner was ready to tell you.

Those green eyes were raging as Sebastian threw the fabric strip down on the counter. "I found this in the choir room, daddy. Explain."

Ahhh, now I get it, Will smirked to himself. It was Blaine's bow tie. Stained with lube and drizzled with dried cum.

"You fucker," Sebastian ranted. "I've been waiting to tap that gorgeous ass for a year now. I can't believe you managed to get into Blaine Anderson's skin-tight jeans - and couldn't take two seconds to call me so I could join in the fun...?!"

TO BE CONTINUED

I hope y'all enjoyed my BlamDaddy chapter. Comments are always welcome and appreciated. Please review!

True to form, Blaine's mind is playing P!nk's "Blow Me (One Last Kiss)" after getting dumped by Kurt. And the ST: DS9 episode Blam is talking about is called "Sacrifice of Angels" and really is awesome.

Oh, this story is also on A03, too, where I'm "onceahuskyalwaysahusky".