Light kisses were being placed along his neck and down his chest. He was shirtless laying in his bed, with a magnificent beauty hovering about him.

“Oh that feels so g-good.” Blaine breathed out.

Lips met his own in a fierce passionate kiss. He felt a nip on his bottom lip and opened his mouth. His tongue was immediately joined by another in his mouth. “Mhmm.”
He roamed his hands down the other boys body. The hands attached to his chest moved down lower and started to unbuckle his belt.

“Oh my Kurt-“

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“Blaine honey! Time to get up! Don’t want to miss your first day of school!” He mom called from the other side of the door with a sharp knock.

Blaine sat up quickly and took a moment to catch his breathe. He had just been dreaming about Kurt. Having a sex dream about Kurt. His mom ruined it. God, was that a mood killer the boy thought.

He got out of bed groggily and walked to his en suite bathroom. He removed his clothes and stepped into the shower. Only when he was under the hot spray did he notice his little “problem”.

He reached down and grasped himself while pulling up the memory of his dream. Slowly pumping, Blaine allowed himself to remember how Kurt was touching him in his dream. Quickening his pace, he let his mind fill in what could have happened next if he hadn’t been woken. He thought of Kurt pulling his pants off with his boxers and lowering his mouth onto Blaine. He thought of Kurt bringing him to his release, and that’s what brought him over the edge in reality.

He stood under the now cold water for a few minutes before finishing in the shower. As he dried himself off, he wondered if what he just did could be classified as awkward. It couldn’t be, could it? He just masturbated to the thought of a new friend that surely wasn’t interested in him and didn’t know. No, not awkward at all.

Blaine walked over to his closet which held his predetermined outfit for the day. Sure his fashion sense wasn’t as eccentric as Kurt’s was, but he still knew how to dress. Five minutes later had Blaine sitting at his sink gelling his hair into place. The wild mess of curls wouldn’t be exposed to the outside world just yet.

When Blaine went down to breakfast he found his parents sitting at the table eating and reading the paper.

“Morning sweetie. Nervous about your first day?” His mom asked.

“Not really, I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Blaine answered while pouring himself cereal.

“You don’t think anyone will give you problems, do you son?” Said his dad with a hint of worry in his voice.

“Well from what Kurt tells me, the bullies aren’t too bad.”

“Ok, but if you have any problems you need to make sure that you let us know. We just want you to be safe son.”

“I will tell you, don’t worry about that. But now, I need to get going seeing as I need to pick up my locker assignment and schedule before classes.” Blaine told his parents as he headed to the door.

The drive to the school went by swiftly, and in less than 15 minutes, Blaine was pulling into the McKinley parking lot in his silver BMW. He looked around and noticed that not too many cars were here yet and Blaine saw that as a relief.

The boy struggled to find the main office, but when he did he was grateful there was teachers there.

“Hi there, my names Blaine Anderson, I’m a new transfer.” Blaine told the teacher he saw directly in front of him.
The teacher had to be in her 40’s or 50’s and was wearing a full red track suit.

“Would you like to tell me why I care curly sue? Do I look like the welcoming committee? If I do then I need to change who’s on the welcoming committee.”

“Um..”

“Sue, stop harassing our students. Go and shine your trophies or something.” Another teacher came up behind Blaine.

“Sorry about her, I have no idea why she’s still part of our faculty. Probably something to do with her 6 National Cheerios wins. I’m Mr. Schuester, Spanish teacher and Glee club director.”

“Oh! You’re Mr. Schue. I’ve heard about you from my friend Kurt. And I’m guessing that was coach Sylvester?” Blaine said in a rush.

“Why yes it was. Now, if I heard you correctly, you’re a transfer? Let me get Figgins and he will sort you out.” Mr. Schue went into the back office and came back out with an old indian man.

“Mr. Anderson, nice to meet you. I’m Principal Figgins. Now, let’s get you everything you need.”

Ten minutes later Blaine was walking out of the office and away from the creepy principal, and to his locker on the 2nd floor. On his way up to his locker he passed a couple of jocks that sent him glares. Ignoring them, he found his locker and proceeded to put his books and pens inside, along with a picture of him and the Warbler’s at his going away party two weeks ago.

Shutting his locker, he turned and almost ran smack dab into a girl as short as him.

“Oh I’m so sorry. I didn’t watch where I was going.” Blaine told the girl.

“It’s perfectly alright. Are you new, I’ve never seen you here before.” The girl asked.

“Yeah I just transferred today, my name’s Blaine Anderson.”

“Hi Blaine, I’m Rachel Berry. Now, don’t mind my rudeness, but are you gay? I have two gay dads you see, which means I have almost perfect gaydar when I need it.”

“Um, yeah I am.” Blaine answered a little hesitantly. He didn’t want the whole school to find out the first day he arrived. He was a little shocked at the fact that Rachel had two gay fathers, but he let it slide as the girl started talking again.

“That’s great! I have to introduce you to Kurt, he’s my best friend you see, and he’s gay too!”

“I kinda already know Kurt, Rachel.”

“Oh, you do? How do you know Kurt?”

“I moved in across the street from him last week. His family invited my family over for dinner and we hung out a couple of times.” Blaine told Rachel truthfully with a small smile on his face over the last little bit of information.

Rachel’s face lite up. “You’re the boy Finn was talking about! This is just splendid! I hear that you sing! You must audition for New Directions! We could use more people in the background singing behind me!”

“I was planning on it actually, I already have a song in mind too.”

“That’s perfect! You can audition later today at our practice! I’ll see you there! Bye!” The girl rushed away just as fast as she appeared and Blaine shook his head with a grin.