Kurt writhed with pleasure as Blaine kissed down his naked chest. "Fuck, Blaine, just suck it already." He moaned. He felt Blaine smile against his skin before he licked up his aching cock, slowly but surely making it wet with spit and pre-come.

"Fuck Blaine how are you so good at this?"  

There was a chuckle before Blaine sunk his whole mouth on Kurt's dick, dragging his mouth up and down in slow motions. Kurt grabbed Blaine's curls and tugged on it, making Blaine moan around Kurt.

Kurt felt the familiar pull in his stomach, and he tugged Blaine's hair to warn him about the imminent coming, and Blaine shook his head before Kurt arched off the bed and came, seeing stars as he came down.

The sudden drop of his back is what wakes him up from his amazing blow job- or rather, his hand while he slept. Kurt groaned and turned over so he was lying on his stomach, wincing at the feeling of come under his pajamas. This was the third dream this week where Kurt had thought he was sleeping with Blaine. Ever since the auditorium kiss that Monday four days ago, Blaine had been talking to Kurt every day at lunch, holding his hand and a goodbye kiss after school, and Kurt has been in pain about it.

Sure he might be in love with Blaine, but this torture of not sleeping with him for the two months that he had vowed to do it was killing him.

Kurt looked at his alarm clock and saw it was 2 in the morning and Kurt groaned again before getting up to take a hopefully quiet and freezing shower.

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The next morning Kurt walked into school, heading to Blaine's locker like he normally did every morning that week. The only problem was that Blaine never showed up. First Kurt thought Blaine was just running late, then the three-minute warning rang out and Kurt started to squirm. Blaine was never this late. He must not be showing up.

Kurt sighed and turned to head to class, running right into Santana.

"Oh, sorry Santana. Didn't see you there." Kurt mumbled, ducking his head to avoid looking at her.

"Oh I saw you alright lady hands. I was wondering if you'd notice that McGel hadn't shown up." Santana said, a snark in her tone that Kurt couldn't miss. He jerked his head up and saw Santana smirking at him.
"Santana. You know why Blaine's not here?"

Santana shrugged, "I may have called fighty gel-face last night and told him about the Cheerios tradition."

Kurt glared at her, "What tradition?"

Her smile grew wider, "Our habit of taking projects."

Kurt was out the door before he could even think.

"BLAINE!" Kurt yelled, knocking on Blaine's front door as hard as his fist could pound, "BLAINE OPEN THIS DOOR!"

There was no reply from inside, and Kurt sighed, "Blaine look I know you're in there. I need to talk to you about what Sat-Santana said."

Silence. Kurt dropped his head to his chest and took a deep breath, "Ok, yes, Blaine I admit, the first time I met you all I wanted was to make you sleep with me."

Kurt felt tears come to his eyes but he continued, "But that's not true anymore. There are things you do that drive me absolutely insane. You confuse me and act like this tough guy when really you couldn't hurt a fly. You treat people like they don't matter to you yet what they think of you obviously matters to you. "

Kurt's lips twitched up in a smile, "You love coffee and hate tea, yet you would rather drink a cup of green tea than a cup of black coffee. Your dad is a jackass and your mom hasn't called since she left for New York. You get a letter from her every year though explaining what's been going on in her life."

Kurt was fully crying now but he was still ignoring the tears, "And I am absolutely crazy in love with you."

Still silence from inside, and Kurt choked back a sob.

"I...I understand that you don't want to talk to me but..."

He clenched his fists and felt anger coming, "God-damnit Blaine I have never been in love with anybody before. How the hell am I supposed to know how to act? Just please come out here and-"

The door suddenly opened and Kurt gasped. Blaine looked like a mess. He had no gel in his hair; he was wearing his pajamas, but they were ripped up though like he had been in a fight.

"B-Blaine?" Kurt felt his sobs still coming through, "Are you alright?"

Blaine was glaring at him, his hands clutched in fists at his sides. Kurt could hear Blaine's hard breathing through his nose.

"Blaine I know you might be angry at me but-"

"Do you know how crazy I've been going?" Blaine said, his tone surprisingly calm considering the way he looked.

Kurt furrowed his brow in confusion, allowing Blaine to continue.

"You have been confusing me since day one that I've gotten to McKinley. You walk around making people think you're better than them, and I'll admit you are better than most of them. Then you turn around and talk to anyone you want because hey you can do that."

Kurt felt really confused, so he took a step towards Blaine to give him a hug or something. Blaine just backed up and avoided Kurt's touch.

"Blaine-"

"Then we got assigned to do that stupid project, and you knew that I wasn't a bad boy within a day of talking to me. A fucking day. No one else has been able to read me that fucking fast."

Kurt noticed tears coming to Blaine's eyes, and he felt his heart break a little bit more.

"No one else at that fucking school pretended to give a shit about my past or being my friend or any of it. Then you come and you just ask about all my shit and cut through my disguise without blinking and knocking me off my feet. I felt like you actually gave a shit about me and made me fall head over fucking heels with you."

"Blaine-"

"Then when you defended me and called me your boyfriend, I thought that maybe we'd have a chance of being together. And when you kissed me Monday, I knew that you must feel something for me."

"Blaine, please-"

"Then Santana fucking calls me and tells me that you just wanted to fuck me?"

Kurt winced at the words coming out of his mouth.

"I figured she was lying, but I still started to cry. Then my fucking dad comes upstairs."

Kurt's eyes widened in fear. "No..."

"My father beat the shit out of his faggy son because I fell in love with somebody and now I have until tomorrow to find a place to live. So if you excuse me, I've got shit to pack."

Blaine tried to slam the door, but Kurt was already inside, grabbing Blaine around his torso and hugging him as tight as he could.

Blaine tried to fight off Kurt's grip, but that just made Kurt hold on tighter. After a couple minutes Blaine stopped struggling and started sobbing in his shoulder.

Kurt brought his hand up and started petting Blaine's head. "Shhh....It's going to be ok baby."

That made Blaine sob even harder. Kurt forgot about how they needed to go back to school or how he needed to let Blaine figure things out. All that mattered was that Kurt was there for Blaine and that they loved each other.