"I dreamt about you," Kurt said softly, afraid to admit it out loud.

"Tell me about it," Blaine prompted and Kurt felt his body heat up.

"You fucked me," he whispered, his cock still hard in his pants, a wet patch where the head of his cock was.

"How did I fuck you, Kurt?" Blaine asked, his voice low. Kurt mind was in a total state of dis-belief. Obviously in his sleep ridden mind he had much less inhibitions and did not become embarrassed as easily. Still, with that being said, actually talking to someone about sex, in detail, over a phone, made Kurt's nerves electrify.

"Well," Kurt responded, unable to say anything more.

Blaine chuckled heartily and Kurt smiled softly.

"Of course I fucked you well, Kurt. But how? On a bed? Against a wall? Over a bench, perhaps?" Blaine listed, his ideas making Kurt shiver.

"O-on a bed," Kurt managed to stutter out. He pressed a palm to his cock and bit down a groan.

"How..." Blaine searched for a word, "vanilla."

"You flipped me over. Forced me onto my hands and knees," Kurt countered and rubbed himself through his pants, unable to stop himself.

"Ah," Blaine let out a groan of satisfaction. "That's better. What else?" Blaine let his hand wander down to his own pants where his dick was starting to take an interest. The demon swirled inside him, extremely happy.

"You fingered me," Kurt continued, and took himself in his hand and pumped slowly.

"I bet I did. I bet you were tight," Blaine commented, stroking his cock to full hardness.

"Oh, god yes. You fucked me so well with your fingers," Kurt panted out, his hand moving ferociously over his dick. "You stretched me all out. But you couldn't wait. You needed to be inside me. I needed you to be inside me."

"Oh, fuck, Kurt. You're mouth is so dirty," Blaine groaned out, gripping his cock harder.

"Only for you," Kurt replied, throwing his head back and thrusting his dick up into his hand. He was still so hard from his dream, and recounting it with Blaine was just making him ache even more.

"Your mouth better be just for me, or I'll have some people to kill," Blaine growled out, the demon inside him swirling with jealously. Kurt shivered.

"Only you, Blaine. Only you."

"Good, baby. Now what else did you dream about? What happened next?"

Kurt moaned into his cell phone, not even caring a single bit anymore. He needed to come so fucking badly.

"You lined up your cock to my ass and pushed in. Oh fuck. You were so slow at first, but then you couldn't help yourself. You fucked me hard and fast. I loved every second of it. Oh god. It was only a dream but I can see it so vividly in my mind. Oh fuck," Kurt rambled, his hand squeezing, stroking, twisting. He felt his balls tighten as he clenched his eyes shut and imagined Blaine fucking him once more.

"Oh, fucking hell, Kurt. You'll be the fucking death of me," Blaine groaned out, stroking his cock. Oh he couldn't wait to have Kurt's ass. It would surely be his greatest achievement. Ever since he got home, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about him. Sure, the demon had done all that stuff with Kurt, but Blaine was still a hormonal teenager with a dick and Kurt also had a dick. And an ass. Both of which he was sure were fabulous.

"I need to see you again," Kurt moaned out, his hand pumping his dick, his breath coming out in short, harsh sounds.

"You will, baby. Just wait. The next time I see you, I'm going to kiss you so hard your legs go weak. Then, when we're alone, I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight for a week."

"Oh, please. Please, please, please, Blaine. I want it so bad," he whimpered. His pleasure was rising up inside him, his body tingling. "Oh god, I'm so close."

"I can't wait to see you come," Blaine replied throatily. Just hearing Kurt's high-pitched, lust filled voice was tipping him to the edge. His cock was already sensitive from his earlier jerk session, but now, oh god, now he was so hard it hurt.

Kurt stroked his cock for a final time, rubbing his thumb over the head before moaning loudly into his phone, his hips jerking up erratically. His orgasm rushed over him and left him exhausted. His phone fell from his hand, his body relaxing into the bed.

"Are you covered in your own come?" Blaine asked and Kurt's spent cock twitched in his hand.

"It's all over me. I wish you were here to lick it off," Kurt replied and listened contently as he hears Blaine stutter and come on the other side of the phone, his deep groans filling his ears. Kurt licked his dry lips and bit back a moan. Blaine sounded so gorgeous, so beautiful.

There were a few moments of silence.

"Well that was fun," Blaine spoke. "See you at school."

"Wait, what?" Kurt asked, his voice high pitched and confused. The only response he got was a dial tone.

Well that's just lovely.

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Kurt heard footsteps come up behind him and a finger tap on his shoulder. He turned to around to see Rachel standing before him,, no doubt to give a speech on new ideas she had for upcoming Sectionals.

"So, Kurt, I have a new song idea for sectionals," she said in a sing-song voice. What a surprise, Kurt thought dryly. "Ready? People from Barbara Streisand's musical Funny Girl!"

She stared at Kurt waiting for a response, the big grin on her face fading as he gazed blankly into the distance.

"Kurt? Kurt, are you even liste- oh my god! Kurt is that what I think it is?"

He was snapped back into reality by the sudden change in Rachel's voice.

"I'm sorry, what?" he asked, blinking a few times, trying to focus on the small girl in front of him.

"The bruise on your neck just there," she said pointing out the small bruise just on Kurt's collarbone. "Is that - is that a hickey?"

"What?!" he exclaimed, bringing his hand up to his neck only to feel a slight sting as his finger brushed over the hickey.

Shit, shit, shit! It had been there the whole day. This probably explained the weird look he got from his French teacher the last period. Oh my god. How did he miss that this morning!?

"Sorry, I have to go," Kurt rushed out, as he left Rachel standing by the locker with her mouth agape.

He began weaving through the crowd of people heading to class to reach the bathroom nearby. He moved to the door, striding in and taking a sigh of relief to see it empty.

He moved quickly over to the mirror, tilted his head upward to get a look at the hickey and then lowered his head and rested it against the mirror in defeat. On his pale, white skin, just underneath his ear was a purplish, red hickey. Just fan-fucking-tastic. The door open and shut behind him, and Kurt abruptly raised his head off of the mirror and turned to see Blaine standing at the door, eyes dark and filled with lust.

"Don't worry; the hallway is clear of people. No one can disturb us," he said with a devilish smirk as he walked towards him quickly.

"What do you mea - mpph - " Kurt was interrupted in the middle of his question by Blaine's lips hitting his.

He exhaled through his nose and moaned into the other boy's mouth, bringing his hands up to cup his face. He felt a tongue swipe across his bottom lip demanding entrance. He willingly obliged, letting Blaine's tongue slip into his mouth, making the kiss deeper. He felt two hands move down his chest grabbing the lapels of his coat, moving him towards the wall behind him. Soon he was pressed against the wall, Blaine's hands roaming all over his neck and chest, he felt the two hands begin to trail down his chest, slipping behind him and cupping his ass.

He hooked one of his legs around Blaine, their erections brushing together, making them both moan into each other’s mouth. The two hands on his ass lifted Kurt up against the wall. He hooked his other leg around Blaine's waist, their hips fitting together and their hard-on’s pressing against each other. He threw his head back against the bathroom wall, Blaine leaving his mouth and trailing kissing down Kurt's jaw line and neck, sucking the tender spot near his collarbone.

Blaine brought one of hands from Kurt's ass and brought it between him and placed the hand over the bulge in his pants, toying with the zipper. He hesitated then pulled it down slowly, and unbuttoned the jeans. He ran his finger along the hem of Kurt's briefs and dipped his hand into them, wrapped his hand around Kurt's cock and began stroking. Kurt moaned wantonly, bringing his mouth back to Blaine's for a quick kiss.

"You like that do you?" Blaine whispered deeply, as he brought his mouth up to Kurt's ear, sucking and nibbling at the lobe.

"Yes," Kurt replied breathlessly.

"Good, because you're going to like this even more."

He felt Blaine's hand leave his dick, whimpering at the loss of touch, and heard the unzipping of Blaine's pants. He felt the hand return to his aching cock, only to feel Blaine's alongside it. He gasped in pleasure at this new sensation. Blaine's grip tightened around the both of them, and Kurt began thrusting up into his hand, pressing their mouths together for a deep kiss.

"Fuck. Blaine. I'm so close," Kurt whimpered as he felt a familiar coiling in his stomach.

Blaine didn't say anything in reply, Kurt only felt his grip tighten and the speed of his strokes picking up in speed.

Their kiss became messy, full of tongue and teeth. Kurt brought his hand to run his fingers through Blaine's hair gripping his hair through the gel and tugging slightly, making Blaine moan loudly into his mouth. Blaine felt Kurt freeze up against him, a high pitched moan coming from his mouth. Kurt spilled over Blaine's hand as he stroked him through his orgasm.

"Come on, Blaine, come for me," he whispered hotly into Blaine's ear, kissing his way down his neck, and biting down when he reached his pulse point.

That was it. Blaine let out a strangled moan as he came in hot, white spurts over his hand. Kurt moved his hand down to grab Blaine's. He brought it up to his mouth sucking two of his fingers in and licking the mixture of come off his fingers, making Blaine moan loudly at the feel of it.

Blaine lowered Kurt down onto his feet, and tucked Kurt back into his pants also doing the same to himself. He walked over to the sink nearby and washed his hands off, and signalling Kurt over to do the same.

They moved away from the sink to face each other, and then leaned in again for another kiss. This one was different thought, not messy or desperate, more chaste and sweet.

Kurt couldn't think properly. Blaine was consuming him. It felt the same as it did yesterday, but at the same time, completely different. The strength Blaine used felt unusual, the way Blaine kissed him had changed and the way he looked at him was less intense. It had still been hot and hard and messy but at the same time, it felt like he was kissing a completely different person. It was bizarre.

He snapped out of his daze and turned to see Blaine directing his hand towards the door. He quickly walked over to him, jumping slightly as Blaine's hand slipped into the back pocket of his jeans, cupping his ass. Blaine opened the door letting them both through. They stood at the front door and kissed each other good bye, Kurt turning away and heading towards his next class.

Blaine turned on his heel to head to the door, before stopping when he heard a deep voice come from behind him.

"Hey Hummel! We don't want you spreading your fuckin' homo around the place," the voice from behind him yelled out.

Blaine heard the sudden smash of a locker and a soft thud of someone hitting the floor. He turned around to see Kurt crumpled on the floor and a group of jocks walking away.

Blaine surged towards where Kurt was, moving past him and grabbing one of the boy's by his throat and holding him up against the locker, his fingers curled deep into his skin.

"Fuck! Get off me you faggot!" the large boy spat at him.

His grip only tightened around his throat, nails beginning to dig into the flesh of his neck.

"Blaine, stop!" Kurt yelled at Blaine, moving up from the floor.

"No, Kurt. I can't let anyone hurt you and just get away with it," he growled out as he turned to face Kurt.

Kurt watched Blaine. Something was different though. His eyes, the usual brown puppy dog eyes had been engulfed with black.

He was taken aback by the soulless eyes, believing it was only something he imagined at his day at Dalton. The sight didn't scare him, only made the cogs in his brain turn with confusion.

"I said, 'let go of me,'" the boy grunted out with more volume, his legs thrashing around wildly.

Blaine's grip loosened and soon the boy was lowered back to the ground, clutching at his sore, bruised neck.

Blaine turned and walked towards Kurt but was stopped by the bully, turning him around with the force of his hand.

"Fuckin' little shit! You think you can mess with me and get away with it?" he growled out as he raised his fist to hit Blaine.

Blaine simply raised his hand with a smirk on his face and stopped the fist from connecting with his jaw, holding it in place with a death grip. The jock looked on in shock, forcing his arm forwards, using more of his muscles but to no avail.

"Okay, you are going to want to listen very carefully right now," Blaine, said in a calm voice. "You are going to leave me and Kurt here alone from now on. This means at all times, even when I am not around to stop you. Because trust me I will find out and next time and I won't just break your hand for it.'

"Break my hand? wha- AH FUCK!" The boy screamed in utter agony as he felt his fist crack from Blaine's strong, too strong Kurt thought, grip.

He let go, watching the boy drop to the floor clutching his fist and sobbing at the pain.

"Leave."

The now small looking boy scrambled across the floor, running around the corner to rejoin the friends that had deserted him earlier.

Blaine turned again to face Kurt and strode over to him and pressed his lips to Kurt's in a chaste kiss, taking his bottom lip between his teeth and pulling before letting go and kissing him again with more passion. Blaine leaned in, making the kiss deeper while simultaneously moving his hand down to grab a handful of Kurt's ass again, making him yelp slightly. He pulled away slowly opening his eyes, and staring at Kurt, the soulless black in his eyes faded back to the usual colour.

"Well that was my pleasure, Kurt," he whispered into Kurt's ear, before pulling away and stepping back, "I can't wait for next time, maybe then I will finally get to fuck you".

Then, just like that, Blaine walked away, leaving Kurt leaning against the lockers with a shocked expression on his face.

What the hell just happened?!