Once Blaine pulled into the driveway, Katie and Justin practically ran inside. Blaine and Kurt sat in the car for a while longer. "You were a cheerleader? Like, an actual cheerleader?"

"Yep."

"With the uniform and everything?"

"Yep."

"And you didn't tell me because….?"

"I didn't think it was that big of a deal. Besides it's not like it came up in conversation. It was sophomore year. Why does it even matter?"

"Kurt, you can't just tell me that you were a cheerleader and expect me to act like it's no big deal. I am a guy, you know. Cheerleaders are hot. And, being gay, male cheerleaders are extremely hot. And, being in love, you being a male cheerleader… well that's just straight up orgasmic!"

Kurt's eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. "Oh. Well, I might still have the uniform somewhere. I could always model it for you and show you some of the old routines. If you'd like." Kurt teased his fingers along Blaine's jaw and down to his neck.

"Oh god, yes! I really would like that!" Blaine started to feel himself become painfully hard. He filled his mind with the unsexiest images he could muster in order to calm himself. "Uhm, we should go inside." Kurt let out a giggle before opening the door and heading up the driveway.

Dinner with Blaine's family consisted mostly of Anna talking about her new classmates and her amazing new music teacher. Kurt felt like she was developing a little kid crush on him. When Katie shared her desire to be a Cheerio, everyone but Blaine was excited for her. He saw Brittany and Santana in their uniforms, and he really didn't like the idea of his sister running around in something so skimpy and form fitting. When the conversation turned to him, Blaine mentioned joining New Direction and befriending Britt. He skillfully left out the comments from homeroom and the incident from the parking lot. After dessert and coffee, Kurt had to go home.

Blaine drove Kurt home. They sat in the driveway for a while, kissing. Kurt pulled back when he saw that someone, probably his father, had turned on the front door light. "You should come over tomorrow after school. I have a 'Welcome to McKinley' surprise for you." He leaned in to kiss Blaine goodbye.

"Oh really?" Blaine lifted an eyebrow, "I will definitely be there then. Goodnight babe, I love you."

"I love you, too."

By the time Blaine got back to his house, Anna was asleep, Justin was gone, and Katie had locked herself in her room. It was a new habit of hers since Anna had a habit of barging into rooms without knocking. Blaine went into his own room and locked it as well. He collapsed on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn't stop thinking about Kurt as a cheerleader. He pictured Kurt's long muscular legs doing high kicks in tight red pants, his broad shoulders filling out the polyester top that only he could make look so good, and his face pink and glistening from the endurance filled routines. All of Blaine's thoughts were flowing straight to his crotch. Then, as if on cue, his phone buzzed with a text message from Kurt.

Hey. Finn's playing COD, so I'm so bored. Whatcha doing? –K

Blaine thought carefully before responding.

Missing you. –B

Missing what, exactly? –K

Blaine felt his pulse quicken. Kurt isn't doing what he thinks he's doing, is he?

Your smile, eyes, soft skin, your lips, you holding me. Need I go on? –B

Please do :p –K

Before he could respond, Kurt sent him another message.

What would you do if I was there? –K

He is! Kurt is trying to sext?

I'd kiss you so hard you'd forget to speak! –B

What else? –K

I'd lay you down on my bed, kiss down your neck, slowly take off your clothes. –B

Go on. –K

Blaine was fully hard by this point. It took all his strength to not just touch himself.

Explore every last inch of exposed skin with my lips and my tongue… Kurt are we really doing this? –B

It was a moment before he got a response.

That depends. Are you hard? –K

Uh, yea… are you? –B

Like a fucking rock! –K

Blaine's eyes nearly fell out of his head. He reread the message over and over again, unsure how to continue. Suddenly, his phone rang. Kurt was calling him.

"Hey."

"Hey, you." Kurt's voice was breathy and deep. "Sorry, but it was too hard to text one handed."

"Kurt? Are you touching yourself?" Blaine's voice was shaky. He reached down and undid his zipper. In a clumsy effort, he pulled his pants and boxers down around his thighs.

"Yes." It came out in almost a whisper. Blaine lost all inhibitions at that point. He wrapped his hand around himself, slowly moving along the length. "Wish it was you."

"Pretend it's me Kurt. I'm pretending you're here with me. Touching me. God, Kurt, this is so crazy."

"Mm, Blaine. I want you so bad. I want you touching me, sucking me, inside me. Fuck!" For a moment, the conversation was simply their mixed heavy breathing and occasional moans.

"Holy fuck, Kurt, I'm close." Blaine finally said after a couple minutes. He increased his pressure. He cradled the phone between his ear and shoulder, reaching his now free hand down to his entrance. He slowly pushed on finger in past the tight muscle. "Fuck. Kurt!"

"Ugh, come for me Blaine, I wanna hear you come!" From the increase in his breathing, it was obvious that Kurt was teetering over the edge as well.

Blaine came, hard, moaning Kurt's name. A few seconds later, he heard Kurt whimpering his name as he reached his own release. They stayed on the phone as they caught their breaths. "Holy shit! I can't believe we just did that!" Blaine gave a soft chuckle.

"Me either, I don't know what came over me. And now i can't even snuggle you." Kurt's voice had a tone of shyness and playfulness that had Blaine falling in love all over again.

"I love you, Kurt. I'll just have to cuddle you twice as much tomorrow."

"Yes you will! Goodnight Blainey Boo. I love you, too."

"Night, Kurtsie!" Blaine hung up the phone. He got up to clean up and change. That night, he fell asleep with a big smile, dreaming of his perfect boyfriend.