The sound of the alarm clock was the most irritating noise Kurt had ever heard. It caused him the will to get up only to throw it out of the window.

Still, he had class, so he had to get up anyway. Kurt was lying on his stomach and when he moved to get out of the bed, he felt a slightly pressure on his... sensitive area.

He groaned. All he didn't need that moment was that thing to make him spend more time in the shower. He tried to move one more time, but that sensation ran through his body again, so he opened his eyes and scanned the room carefully, just to make sure Blaine wasn't there yet. That sensation south was starting to make him feel uncomfortable, not to mention it was so distracting he even had forgot the alarm clock was still ringing. He reached for his cell phone over the nightstand to turn it off, but he was surprised to find a post it glued on its screen.

I had to find Nick a little earlier. See you later? :)

Blaine arrived in the common room already in his Dalton outfit and spotted Nick at one of the tables alone, with a book in his hands and a cup of coffee in front of him.

When the boy heard someone approaching, he raised his head and smiled at him, putting his book down. "Hey, buddy!"

"Morning," he said, placing his cup of coffee over the surface and sitting in front of the boy. "Where's Jeff?"

"I don't have to be with him all the time, do I?" he asked in a fun tone and Blaine smiled, taking a slip of his drink. "And where's Kurt?"

"I don't have to be with him all the time, do I?" Blaine repeated, raising an eyebrow to the boy.

Nick smirked. "Right. But seriously, what are you doing here so early?"

"Nothing. I just thought it could be nice to walk around a little bit before he wakes up," Blaine responded, but Nick looked far from convinced.

"We know each other since we're eight and you still try to lie to me?"

Blaine looked up and saw a look he knew well after almost nine years of friendship.

He sighed. "We talked last night and I think he kind of got mad at me," Blaine looked down at his hands. Yes, he thought Kurt was mad at him, but that wasn't the only reason why he left the dorm earlier.

"What did you say do him?"

"It's not important-"

"Of course it is! Did you say you like him?"

"Oh my God, Nick, speak low!" Blaine felt his cheeks burn and his eyes went wide as he looked around. Luckily, nobody seemed to be paying any attention to them. "It's not that. I just think he misses his friends and Sebastian isn't really helping the whole 'welcome to Dalton' process."

Nick frowned. "But Kurt's been here for about two months now. Why did he only say that now?"

Blaine shrugged. "I have no idea."

He wasn't going to tell Nick what they really had talked about. Yes, Nick was his best friend, but he could put himself on Kurt's shoes and see how embarrassed he would feel if that story was told to someone else. Not to mention that Kurt had trusted Blaine and that meant a lot to him. So no, his mouth was sealed.

They fell in a comfortable silence until Nick broke it.

"You're with that look."

Blaine looked up, confused. "What look?"

"The look you have when you think about him," Nick smiled, teasingly.

"But we've just talked about him!"

"And you didn't deny it," he said and Blaine rolled his eyes, snorting.

"You really are annoying."

Okay, so Kurt was alone and Blaine probably wouldn't come back before the last bell rang.

He grabbed his phone one more time to see what time was, and realized he had at least an hour before his shower time - because yes, he had his morning routine scheduled. He tried to move his body, but that damn friction got him again.

What he didn't want to admit was that that sensation was good. He didn't want to admit that he wanted to lose himself on it on the usual way, and not with the help of some stupid cold shower. And then he remembered of the conversation he had had with Blaine on the night before.

"It's how sex begins."

"You have to know your boundaries."

Well... What if he tried this time? It couldn't be that big deal, right?

After Kurt's mind run through this subject, he took a deep breath. Okay, I can do this. It's just some... activity some boys - okay, all of them - do when they're bored.

He turned himself until he was lying on his back, this time ignoring the friction on the mattress. He ran his hand through the sheets until he reached his belly and took a deep breath. His right hand made its way to his pajama pants and he brushed his fingertips against his erection through his boxer briefs.

Kurt whimpered at the contact, doing it again and thrusting his hips slightly forward. His breath was starting to be heavy and his fingers were trailing his cock harder now. The sensation was unbelievably good; it was like he couldn't stop now that he had begun. But only that touch just wasn't enough.

He stopped and opened his eyes. It was weird to do that in the dorm room; in the place he shared with someone - with Blaine. But that thought didn't stop him from looking down to his groin. The bulge there was pretty obvious and he let out a breath before closing his eyes again. His hand made its way up this time, but only enough to reach the waistband of his briefs. His fingers stroked the exposed skin of his lower stomach and he trailed the short way of hair downward until he reached his erection.

Kurt let a heavy sigh out of his throat when he felt his own hand brush against his cock. He ran his fingertips through it, the sensation he had before now was stronger and he was thrusting his hips more often. But that still wasn't enough.

It was when he curled his hand on the top of his cock and stroked it to the base that he felt it. If he thought that the first sensation was good, that was a million times better. It was something he had never experienced before, so sue him. That felt good. And he wanted more.

He stroked himself a few more times until his touch became harder, his hips thrusting automatically forward with the same intensity. Kurt's eyes were tightly closed as he concentrated on the pleasure he was giving himself, his left hand was grabbing the sheets until his knuckles were white as his movements became uncontrollable, his hand now sliding more freely because of the pre-cum.

After a while, he felt a weird sensation in his stomach and his movements automatically got faster. It only took it a couple more strokes for him to come in his hand, his body sliding down in the mattress with the pleasure he felt as he suppressed a moan down his throat.

He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling so fast it seemed like he had ran a marathon and his cock a little sensitive. Kurt closed his eyes for what it felt like all day and when he opened them again, he realized he was still lying on his bed, his breath a little more under control and his shirt completely sticky. Great.

He reached for his phone with his clean hand and almost jumped out of the bed, if his condition would let him: he had to be in the classroom within thirty minutes.

The bell rang at the minute Kurt entered the class room. It's useless to say that he was the last student to arrive, and even though he was never late, the teacher gave him a look to show that she wasn't pleased with that.

Kurt excused himself and made his way to his seat. As he walked through the room, it was like everybody was staring at him suspiciously. He had even looked around to see if they were looking at him indeed, but everyone was focused on their own business. Okay, that is a weird feeling.

He didn't notice, though, Blaine staring at him and at every movement he made since he had knocked on the door shyly, asking to come in.

Kurt reached his seat, which was next to Blaine - the boy who used to seat there had agreed to switch places with Kurt when he transferred from McKinley, and the teacher had agreed as well. Nothing that being the leader of the Warblers and a lovely puppy face couldn't resolve. As he placed himself properly next to the dark haired boy, saying the usual 'good morning' and receiving a happy response, Blaine looked at him questioningly. Kurt was doing his best to ignore that look, but when the teacher turned herself to the board and some students started to talk quietly around them, Blaine decided to speak.

"So Kurt Hummel is late for something," Blaine's voice made Kurt almost jump in the chair as he put his things out of his bag. Blaine noticed that. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, sure," he replied almost immediately, what made Blaine even more intrigued.

"You sure? You seem a little..." he searched the right word to describe him, but Kurt only focused on copying what the teacher was writing on the board. "I don't know. Tense? Did something happen?"

Kurt felt the heat creeping up his neck and cheeks. "Nothing happened!" he said a little louder than he should and some of the students turned to him.

"Mr. Hummel," he heard the teacher's voice and looked at her carefully. "I may be wrong, but I think you are not in your house or in an amusement park, so if you don't keep your voice low, I will have to ask you to leave my class."

Kurt's face fell. First, no teacher had ever called his attention before and right at that moment, all he wanted was to disappear.

"I-I'm sorry. This won't happen again," he managed to say and the teacher went back to what she was writing without another word.

Kurt sighed and looked at his side. Blaine was copying the notes quietly and Kurt felt his heart ache. He had never raised his voice with Blaine; they had never argued with each other, and the expression in Blaine's face - even if it wasn't on purpose - was killing him.

Kurt couldn't talk to him, not after what the teacher had said, so he went to the edge of the notebook page and wrote a little note to the boy. He elbowed him and Blaine looked at the note.

I'm sorry. We talk later, I promise. Ok?

That was enough to make him nod in agreement, smiling at the blue eyed boy.

The other classes went by normally for both of them and they only met again during the lunch break. Nick and Jeff weren't there yet, so they just sat on their usual spot with their foods and started talking.

"Have you been talking to Mercedes?" Blaine asked.

"Of course, we text every day. Why?"

Blaine shrugged. "No reason. It's just you said those things yesterday about not feeling very welcome here," he said and Kurt looked up from his plate to Blaine. The boy had a concerned expression on his face that made him smile. "And I just didn't want you to feel lonely."

"I don't think I'd feel lonely as long as I'm with you," Kurt replied automatically and received as response a look in Blaine's eyes that he had never seen before. Almost immediately Kurt felt the heat in his cheeks. "I-I mean, you're my best friend here and you always do everything to make me feel comfortable and-"

"I get it, Kurt," he said with a smile, noticing the way Kurt was fighting to use the right words.

Kurt smiled back to him and continued his lunch.

"So, you told me you were going to tell me something," Blaine said, alternating his look from his plate to his friend. "What is it?"

Kurt chewed the food for more time than necessary. "Um... Did I?"

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Look, I'm only asking it because you got me worried. You're never late for anything and the only day I let you alone is the day you don't show up on time. So just tell me, did something happen?"

Kurt chuckled. "No, nothing bad happened. I just lost track of time," which wasn't entirely lie and Blaine seemed convinced. He went back to his food and Kurt observed him for a while. "Actually," Kurt said before realizing he was speaking, and the boy raised his head, looking at him. "Something happened."