"This place has everything, doesn't it?" Bert grinned as he stretched out on his side next to Kurt, letting his hand trace lazy patterns over his abdomen. This room was built for sex, that was all there was too it. It was like one of those plants, that's trapped bugs in it. Once you'd crossed the threshold, it had you.

Not that he terribly minded. If he hadn't come along, he dreaded to think what Kurt would have been in store for. He could remember stumbling around, desperate and wanting...

That was how he'd accidentally despoiled poor Glinda.

"You're quite the handsome lad."