Rated M for a very, very good reason. In other words, lots of sexy times.

I'm not entirely sure when this is set, but that's not important.

There needs to be more Kurt/Jesse in the world... just saying.

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Oh yeah, and obviously I don't own Glee. Let's be realistic here.

The Untitled St. Hummel Slashfic

"But what about Rachel?" I managed to blurt out as Jesse's mouth latched onto my neck.

"What about her?" he said breathlessly, in between biting and sucking on my skin.

Thank God I own so many scarves to cover up the marks he was surely going to leave.

I momentarily lost my train of thought as Jesse trailed his lips up my jaw before kissing me deeply. Why did he have to be so hot? He was making it very difficult for me to feel guilty about this.

"Don't act like you don't want it, Hummel," he said against my lips.

I moaned as his thigh rubbed against the steadily growing hard on in my jeans.

"If we're going to do this," I said. "You could at least call me by my first name."

He just chuckled as he continued to explore my mouth with his tongue, nibbling on my lower lip.

I wasn't even sure how I ended up in this situation – making out with Jesse St. James in the deserted choir room – but here I was, backed into the piano with the ex-Vocal Adrenaline star ravishing me. Jesse's experienced hands roaming over my body had kind of clouded my mind of any details.

I could feel his hands snaking up my Cheerios top and I couldn't help but shiver. His fingers grazed my very sensitive nipples as, at the same time, his other hand trailed down my body and grabbed my ass. He laughed again as I gasped, before lifting my top over my head completely and throwing it aside. I did the same to his black t-shirt and began to kiss and bit his neck. The way he moaned in response was so hot, and also very gratifying. I'd never done this with anyone before so it was nice to know that I was doing it right.

"Oh Kurt," his whispered as he kissed all over my face and my neck and my shoulders. "I've wanted this... I've wanted you... since the moment I laid eyes on you. You're... so... hot."

He flipped me around quite suddenly so that my hands were flat against the piano and started kissing the back of my neck. His hand moved to my crouch, palming my erection and taking my breath away. I could hear him undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans, and quite suddenly my red track pants had been pulled down along with my underwear. I turned around to see him to see him sucking on his fingers. Oh my God, this was actually going to happen. Jesse and I were actually going to –

I never got a chance to finish that thought as I felt moist fingers entering me. I cried out and leaned down on the piano a little more. Jesse rubbed my back with his other hand, as he moved his fingers in and out, scissoring them to stretch me out. It felt good, in a really strange kind of way.

"Ready for me, baby?" he said.

I couldn't really form any words so all I did was nod. Suddenly I felt something huge pressing against my opening, entering me slowly but not slowly enough. Fuck... it hurt like hell. I mean, this wasn't the first time I'd had anything up there. I'd practiced with my fingers and that dildo that I very discreetly ordered off of the internet. But this was a lot different. For starters, Jesse was huge. Not just long but really thick too. I could understand why he was so arrogant now. He was handsome, talented and hung like a fucking horse. I'd be arrogant too. Also, he really wasn't giving me any time to get used to him being inside me, so the pain was sort of outweighing the pleasure.

This really wasn't how I had pictured my first time to be – bent over a piano, roughly taken in the middle of the school choir room where anyone could walk in and catch us. In my head it was always a lot more gentle and romantic. I was made love to as opposed to fucked, like what Jesse was doing to me right that second. But, once I got a little used to it, I would have been lying if I said that it didn't suddenly feel incredible.

Jesse pounded into me so hard that the piano was moving with us. It was still sort of painful, but now that pain felt good. The fact that it hurt was just making the pleasure even more intense. He was holding onto my hips so tightly that it would probably leave bruises, but I really didn't care. I was too busy begging him not to stop and to fuck me harder to worry about that. Oh God, I never wanted him to stop. Please, don't stop...

I could feel myself edging ever closer to my climax as his thrusts started to become fast and erratic. His fingernails dug into my skin so hard that I wouldn't have been surprising if it drew blood as he grunted and moaned in ecstasy. That added bit of pain just made it feel even better. I wanted more of this, more and more and more! I was so close. I was clinging onto the piano for dear life as Jesse literally fucked me senseless. His huge, think cock kept on hitting that same sweet spot inside me, making me fall apart completely. I felt his hand reach around to grab hold of my aching cock and start to rub in time with his hard thrusts. Oh fuck, it felt so good!

"Come for me, baby," he practically growled.

All it took was that command for my whole body to start quivering. I came hard into his hand with a silent scream, so hard that I thought I was going to pass out. About a second later Jesse cried out my name as he came, thrusting into me until he was completely spent.

I was sprawled out on top of the piano, my whole body damp with sweat. I used the small amount of energy I had left to turn my head and watch as Jesse licked my come off of his fingers. It was probably the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

Once we were cleaned up and fully clothed again, all the guilt that I had been struggling to feel earlier suddenly came crashing down on me. I had just had sex with Jesse St. James. I had just had sex with Rachel's boyfriend. In the middle of the choir room where anyone could have seen us. Oh my God.

"What's wrong?" he asked, noticing the look of horror that was probably on my face.

"Oh, nothing," I said, pretending to be casual. "Just feeling incredible guilty. And I'm never going to be able to look at this piano with a straight face again."

Jesse chuckled, resting his hands on my now very sore hips. The pain felt good before, but now it just... hurt.

"It'll certainly make rehearsals more interesting," he laughing. I couldn't help but laugh a little too. Why did he have to be so gorgeous?

"What about Rachel?" I said once our laughter died down.

Jesse frowned and said "I won't lie to you, Kurt. My relationship with Rachel is a sham, but not for the reason that you all think. You know what it's like living in this town; the prejudice and harassment that the minuscule gay community of Lima receive. As happy and musically compatible as Rachel and I are, she was only ever a cover to get close to you."

"Really?" I said quietly, resting my hands on his chest.

He nodded, gently brushing my hair out of my face. "Oh, absolutely. I saw you singing at Sectionals and you were the most beautiful person on stage. I knew I had to be with you, I was just a little nervous to approach you outright."

"You didn't seem that nervous earlier," I said, smirking.

"I didn't hear you complaining," he purred seductively.

Well, that was true. He rested his forehead against my own, holding me tighter.

"Don't worry, baby," he said quietly. "You don't need to feel guilty. Everything is going to be fine."

It was impossible not to believe him as his lips descended on mine for a soft, sweet, heart-melting kiss, so much more romantic than how he had kissed me before. When we separated he smiled and wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. So much for feeling guilty about this...

As I held Kurt in my arms, I knew that my plan had come together even better than I thought. I didn't think that he would be this easy to manipulate, so I was pleasantly surprised. It was also remarkably easy to get into his pants. Even after weeks of buttering her up, that poorly dressed, eternally frigid Rachel Berry wouldn't go any further than the occasional make out session in her garishly decorated bedroom (seriously, her room looked like somewhere Sesame Street characters would go to hook up. It was painful just being in there). I barely had to do anything to get Kurt to give it up to me. I guess he was more desperate and lonely than I thought. I also couldn't quite believe that he liked it so rough. I mean, I certainly wasn't complaining, but who would have thought it?

This was going to destroy New Directions. It was bad enough when I got with Rachel. But at least Kurt would be better at talking me up to the rest of that mediocre club, seeing as they actually like him. Maybe I could convince him to join Vocal Adrenaline. We could certainly use his unique vocal range, and he and I would be stars, the ultimate power couple of Carmel High. And I'd have that sweet ass all to myself.

And when Rachel finds out about Kurt and I, she'll be so crushed that she won't be able to stand it and leave, thus rendering New Directions no more. A genius plan, I know.

Ah, speak of the devil. While I held my Kurt, I stole a glance at the door and saw Rachel herself standing there at the doorway, staring through the glass with a look of utmost horror and pain etched across her face. How perfect! I wasn't sure how long she had been standing there, but that didn't matter. I smirked at her, before pulling away from Kurt and capturing those soft, gorgeous lips in a kiss. He sighed, wrapping his arms around my neck, as I very carefully turned him so that his back was to the choir room door. I kissed him a little deeper, opening my eyes to look directly at Rachel. I couldn't help but smile into the kiss as I saw her cover her mouth with her hands and burst into tears before running away, probably to go cry in the girls' bathroom or something. Fantastic.

I shut my eyes and focused on kissing my Kurt, feeling even more pleased with myself than usual. Oh yes, everything was going according to plan.

I hope you enjoyed!

I've never written anything from Jesse's POV before, so I hope that the italic half of this fic sounded good :)
Wow, I've made Jesse into such a bastard...
And, don't get me wrong, I love Rachel. All be it in a 'would-never-want-to-know-her-in-real-life' kind of way. So I do feel kind of bad for giving her such a hard time in this fic, but... you know.

Anyways, enough of my rambling. Pretty please review, Humble Readers. Reviews are love :)