A/N: Here's the last chapter to this story! I hope you all have enjoyed it, especially Laura Scofield. She planted an idea in my brain, and then with a little bit of hard work, I can finally give her a fully-formed, fic-baby. As always, please leave a review. :)

DISCLAIMER; I do not own Glee, Chris Colfer, Darren Criss, The Lima Bean, and/or Grant Gustin. I am also not making any profit from my writing.

WARNINGS: foul language, explicit malexmale sex, fingering, use of sex toys, orgasm denail, and barebacking (unprotected sex). If any of these things squick you out, or you don't like gay sex in general, turn back now, friends.

+1.) Today is one of our many coffee dates. I was running a little late; a tutoring session with another student had run late. Upon entering the Lima Bean, my good mood vanished, instantly replaced with dread and anger. Sebastian was back and was standing by Blaine's table, a hand on his arm, presumably flirting with him. Inching closer, I could hear their conversation.

"Come on, Blaine. We both know that I'm a much better choice than Kurt is," Sebastian said, rubbing his hand up and down my boyfriend's arm. Blaine flinched, attempting to get away from the unwanted contact.

"Look, Sebastian, I'm not interested. I love Kurt, and I don't want to mess up my thing with him," Blaine stated, shrugging off Sebastian's hand. The damn bastard wasn't deferred.

"Please. You love Kurt, but do you lust after him? I bed he doesn't even let you touch him. He's a huge prude, and you'll be thirty before he lets you get to second base," Sebastian scoffed.

Blaine scowled. "You're wrong, Sebastian. I'd tell you just how wrong you are, but I don't feel comfortable discussing my sex life with you," he spat, eyebrows furrowing.

"Seriously, come back with me to my place. I'll be the best you've ever had, especially better than your little boyfriend," Sebastian said, hand back on Blaine's arm, curling possessively around his bicep. Now Blaine was close to panicking. Looks like it's time for me to step in.

"Sebastian, what did I say the last time we met? Blaine's not interested," I snapped, shoving his hand from my boyfriend's arm, wrapping my arm there instead.

"Whoa, looks like your little bitch of a boyfriend has come to your rescue, Blainey boy. Tell me; is he ever this rough with you? You know I'd treat you better," Sebastian said, purposely not talking to me.

"Kurt has never been rough with me, unless I specifically ask him to be," Blaine retorted, the second half of his sentence whispered, as he was embarrassed.

"Sebastian, you need to leave. Now," I growled.

"I think I'll stay, thanks though," he sneered, sitting down in the chair opposite Blaine, making me even madder. I couldn't take his attacks anymore; I needed to publicly state my claim on Blaine. Pulling up with my hand on his arm, I kissed Blaine fiercely, relishing in the surprised look on Sebastian's face as my tongue slipped into my boyfriend's mouth. I pulled away when Blaine made a cute whimper, his arms wrapping around my neck.

"Come on, I know for a fact that your parents won't be back until Tuesday. Wanna take advantage of the house?" I asked, pressing a kiss against the faint hickey I had left on Blaine's neck last week.

"Yes," Blaine breathed, quivering under my touch. With a smirk, I grabbed Blaine's free hand with one of my hands, using the other to flip Sebastian the bird before dragging my boyfriend out of the Lima Bean to my car, speeding to Blaine's house

As soon as I pulled into Blaine's driveway, my boyfriend was palming himself frantically through his pants. Our path through his house was mostly silent and slow; we stopped every few moments to exchange scorching kisses and rub up against each other. By the time we made it to Blaine's room, my boyfriend's shirt was hanging open and his pants were undone, his excited cock bulging from between the zipper's part. When the door shut, we quickly lost the rest of our clothes, stumbling onto Blaine's bed in our haste.

"Please, Kurt, I need you to fuck me," Blaine begged, spreading his legs for me.

"You want me to top?" I asked, covering my boyfriend's body with my own, pressing a sweet kiss to his neck.

"God, yes. Then I want you to cum all over me. Mark me, Kurt; make me yours."

My boyfriend's words fueled me to move faster, my movements less gentle as I worked Blaine open. My hands and mouth mapped out Blaine's body, sucking a trail of marks from his collarbone to his inner thighs, before I grabbed his muscular thighs and pulled them even wider, exposing my lover's quivering, dusky hole.

"You're so beautiful don here, baby," I murmured, licking a firm stripe across Blaine's entrance. "You taste so good too."

Blaine just moaned as I slowly worked my tongue around his hole, causing him to really start falling apart when I pushed my tongue inside and licked him open, loosening his pucker with my wet muscle. Then when I had lubed up my fingers, I began stretching him.

Blaine stretched beautifully, as if he body was familiar with the process. "How often do you touch yourself like this?" I asked, sliding a second finger into my boyfriend's tight heat.

"At least twi-ah -ce week, sometimes more," he replied, panting as I slowly dragged my digits slowly along his prostate.

"Mmm, Blaine, you should see yourself. You stretch so beautifully around my fingers. I can't wait to get inside you, you're so tight," I groaned, moving my hand faster. Soon, when my boyfriend was practically fucking himself back on my hand, I pushed a third finger inside. A few quick strokes with the added digit, and Blaine was ready, I just needed a condom.

As soon as my fingers were out of his ass, Blaine launched to his bedside table, wrenching open the bottom drawer, groping for something inside.

"How do you want this, baby?" I asked placing a kiss on his right ass cheek as he continued to dig. Before answering, Blaine pulled whatever he was searching for out of the drawer and sat back on the pillows, staring at me with an intensity I had never seen before.

"I want you to take me from behind, without a condom. Then I want you to fuck me against my wall, and then, I want you to sit in my desk chair and let me ride you. Then when you've filled me with so much cum, it's dripping from my hole, I want you to put this in my ass and cum all over my body. I'm yours, Kurt, and I want you to stake your claim," Blaine replied, holding up a good-sized silver butt plug.

Dear GaGa, I was in for a crazy night of frantic fucking with my boyfriend. Orgasming four times in one session was a tall order; one I knew would be almost impossible for Blaine. He needed a nap after cumming just once. Thinking about potential solutions, I reached into Blaine's bottom drawer, grinning wickedly when my hand came in contact with thick, leather, band with a simple silver snap.

"Blaine, baby, I want you to wear this. If it gets to be too much, just say 'Versace' and I'll stop," I ordered, snapping the thick cuff around the base of my lover's swollen cock and balls. Blaine could only moan as I teased his hard length before slicking up my own cock and pushing steadily into my lover, relishing in the way his shoulders moved as he pushed back against me.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Blaine," I moaned, my original pace slow until I knew my lover had adjusted."

"Please, Kurt, I need to be fucked hard and fast. We can make love in the morning," he pleaded, snapping his hips at a fast tempo, spurring me to grab his hips and start thrusting like a crazed animal in heat. It was heaven to finally give in to my urges to rip Blaine's clothes off and just get dirty. We had made love a handful of times, but this was the first time we'd ever done anything that resembled the type of sex Santana and Puck always bragged about having. Sure it wasn't as tender, it wasn't supposed to be, but it was still so right because it was us.

We didn't last as long as usual, the fast pace so different and entirely too good to hold on for very long. My thrusts soon ceased their constant tempo, turning eccentric as I neared the peak. Blaine was moaning and keening under me, his face twisted in extreme pleasure. As his inner walls clenched around me like a vice for a good few seconds before spasming, I knew he was experiencing his first dry orgasm, and my God, was he beautiful. Sure enough, just as he was coming down, I felt my own orgasm start, the fiery coil that had wound inside my lower abdomen finally snapping as I spilled my seed into Blaine's pliant body.

Pulling out, I picked my lover up, carrying him towards the wall. I was still half-hard when I pushed back into Blaine's heat, my member sliding in easily due to the cum covering his inside walls.

"God, Kurt. You feel amazing," Blaine groaned, bracing his arms against the wall, bending slightly at the waist so I could fuck him with a better angle. It wasn't long until we were thrusting against each other again, working our ways to another mind-shattering climax.

"Blaine, you're still so tight. It feels so good," I panted, my breath falling in hot puffs against my lover's ear as I brought my chest flush against his back. This position didn't allow me to thrust as wildly, but I was pushing deeper inside of Blaine, the head of my cock passing his prostate on every stroke.

"Please, Kurt, right there. Don't ever stop," he moaned brokenly, throwing his head back to rest against my shoulder as we descended further into ecstasy.

This time, we lasted longer than the first time, reaching orgasm at the same time, more of my hot cum flooding Blaine's hole. When I pulled out, I had to reach a hand down and thrust two fingers inside my lover's entrance, moving my fingers in a "come hither" motion, my fingers playing with my cum.

"Blaine, you're so full. Do you like this? Having so much of me inside of you? You're gonna be cleaning me out of your gorgeous little hole for a week," I groaned, pulling my fingers from Blaine's ass, offering them to his lips to lick.

Blaine eagerly wrapped his lips around my cum-covered fingers and sucked, his tongue licking around each digit, swallowing all that he could. After a good resting period, I pulled away from my lover and sat in his desk chair, stroking my cock languidly, trying to get it hard quickly. Moments later, Blaine sauntered over to me, straddled me, and guided my twitching, half-hard member to his hole, slowly lowering himself so not to hurt anything. The feel of Blaine's hole so hot and slick was enough to get me rock hard in a matter of seconds, thrusting my hips minutely to gauge my lover's response. Blaine's skin was flushed, almost as if he was glowing, and his body was covered in a thin layer of sweat. It was beautiful to see the muscles in his arms and legs working as he rose and fell on my dick, little gasps of pleasure escaping in a constant stream.

"God, Kurt, I'm so close. Please let me cum soon," he pleaded, his voice so much lower and huskier than before. Groaning, I gripped Blaine's hips hard and helped him thrust, angling my pelvis so that I was assaulting my lover's prostate on every stroke. Sure enough, we were both orgasming hard just moments later, both so drunk on the feel of each other to last long.

We lay in that chair for a half an hour, just relaxing against each other, savoring the moment. Then, when I regained enough strength, I picked Blaine up, groaning as he wrapped his legs around my waist, and carried him to the bed, pulling out when I had relocated the metal butt plug, sliding it into Blaine's oversensitive hole.

"Ready for the final round, baby?" I asked, reaching down to tug at my sensitive cock. Blaine moaned, and reached a hand down, practically sobbing in frustration as he pumped his dick, his long sought after release evading him.

"Please, Kurt, let me cum!" he moaned, rocking his hips back and forth, keening as the plug rubbed against his abused and swollen prostate.

"Just a little bit longer, baby. We'll come together," I said, reaching down to fondle my lover's length, working myself frantically to pull a final orgasm from my aching cock. The sight of Blaine panting, wanting, and just being so wrecked was what did it for me. With a grunt, I came all over his abdomen and face, making sure to get at least one string of cum across his lips. Then, as I collapsed next to Blaine, I pulled him on top of me before removing the cock ring and stroking his length twice. That was all it took before Blaine was keening, cum shooting from his spasming cock all over my face and body. I'm pretty sure Blaine even got some in my hair.

When my lover came to, fifteen minutes later, he stared at me in shock. I still hadn't cleaned up his cum, allowing it to start drying. After all, I had a point to make.

"Kurt, you didn't clean up," Blaine whispered, reaching a hand out to trace along the trails of his dried cum.

"Nope. I wanted to show you something," I replied, rolling over so that I was on top of my boyfriend. "I made you mine," I started, tracing the lines of cum on my lover's body, "and then I made me yours," I continued, grabbing his hand and raising it to my face. "I'm yours, just as much as you're mine."

Blaine smiled like Christmas had come early as he wrapped me in the most wonderful, and most disgusting hug I've ever had. "I love you so much," he whispered, burying his head in my neck.

"I love you too, Blaine. Now how about a shower? I'll even shampoo your hair for you," I offered, placing a chaste kiss on my lover's forehead.

"Shower sounds good," he replied, rising slowly from the bed before waddling into the bathroom. It looks like I was a little bit too rough with him, but Blaine wasn't complaining, and neither will I. We'll just feel each other through the week.