"What's this?" Kurt asked, confused.

"I just want you to know that if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here." Blaine smiled as sweetly as he could, "I've gotta go now, but I'll talk to you later Kurt." He quickly got the hell out of there. He didn't want to break whatever was left of his resolve by staying there too long with this delicious looking boy and just end up fucking him over the table. He excused himself back to his dorm room, away from his friends. As soon as he arrived, he mentally cursed the dean for not trusting the boys enough to put locks on their doors and jogged into the bathroom, locking that door.

He quickly turned on the water in the shower and threw off his clothes, as soon as he was under the scalding hot water, his hand attached to his dick. He hissed and shut his eyes, pumping himself quickly, pretending it was Kurt's hand on him. He moaned, throwing his head back against the tiled wall and he withered with pleasure. He moved his hand up to play with his balls, squeezing them and massaging them. "Fuck." He moaned, feeling his stomach muscles coil. He was not going to last. After a moment, he was coming. He stroked himself through the orgasm, and leaned against the shower wall, breathing heavily for a few more minutes. His mind was decided, he would one day fuck Kurt so hard he would bleed and still beg for more. But until then, he would have to find a way to take care of his urges.
"Hey, I'm Blaine." He said the following day in Warbler rehearsal to a new freshman. He had on his charming smile that everyone fell for and stuck his hand out.

"H-hi, I'm Ian." The boy said sighed, obviously alarmed that the lead singer was speaking to him.

"You wanna come to my dorm tonight? Maybe hang out for a bit?" The boy nodded eagerly, Blaine smirked. This wouldn't be as hard as he thought.
"Mmm, you taste so good." Blaine mumbled, his lips attached to Ian's throat. The younger boy was withering under Blaine on the bed. Both boys were without their shirts

"B-B-Blaine." Ian whined, trying to get Blaine to kiss his lips.

"Shh, let me take care of you, okay?" Ian nodded. Blaine smiled, quickly sticking his hand down Ian's pants and began roughly palming the boy's erection. Ian sighed contently, leaning into the touch.

"Fuck, Blaine yes," Ian sighed. Soon they both were nude. Blaine's dick in Ian's mouth, hitting the back of his throat. The younger boy whimpered and quickly came into Blaine's mouth. Blaine swallowed it all, pulling his lips off with a pop and a frown. Ian's misty eyes gazed at him. "That was amazing," The boy told Blaine and went to grab his arm so they could cuddle. Blaine jumped out of the way. Nuh-uh, there was no way in hell this kid had just came so quickly and left Blaine still so rock hard that it hurt.

"Get out." Blaine said quickly, holding his eyes to Ian's with a smouldering hot, angry stare. "Get out and never let me see your pathetic face again." Ian stood quickly, tripping across the room to get his clothes on and ran out of Blaine room. Blaine slammed the door shut and stared down at his problem. He went to his closet and pulled out a shoe box that had bunch of... supplies, if you will, in it. He grabbed a bottle of water proof lube and went into the washroom again.
It had been almost two weeks since Blaine met Kurt, and it was getting harder and harder to act like a caring, sweet, dapper gentleman with him, yet at the same time it was getting so much easier and Blaine almost felt himself getting comfortable when he was around Kurt. But just almost. As soon as he noticed he was doing it, he pulled the walls back up and kept his eyes on the prize. Kurt.

He was just stepping out of the shower in the Dalton campus gym with one of his countless new boy toys when his phone beeped on top of his clothes. He walked over to it in his post orgasm haze, and opened the text.

From: KURT
Please. Please. PLEASE. Text me
back when you get this. I need
someone right now...
-K

Blaine stared at the message in confusion. What could be so wrong that Kurt had to text him and beg him to text him? Not that Blaine minded the begging... In fact, he actually really liked it. He quickly clicked reply and answered him.

***

Kurt sat at the Lima Bean, a cup full of his favourite hot drink in hand, untouched. He looked tense, whenever someone walked by him he was flinch and he kept his eyes on the table with his hands were nervously picking at his nails. Blaine sighed, walking up the counter to order something before joining him. When the cup came down on to the table, Kurt jumped and looked up, wide eyed and hyperventilating at Blaine.

"Calm down, it's just me." Blaine assure him, hands up in surrender as he sat down. Kurt immediately let out a calming breath and instantly relaxed when Blaine pulled him into a tight embrace over the table before sitting back in his seat. "What's up? What happened?" Blaine asked him, sipping at his coffee. He sighed happily, it was just the way he liked it, black.

"I-I'm transferring schools." Kurt blurted out. Blaine just looked at him. "T-to Dalton. I can't stand Mckinley anymore. I'm not save there, and one of my dad's costumers at the shop is the owner of a large company that supports Dalton financially and funds it's many scholarships, so I'm guaranteed a spot at no cost. I only have to pay if I want to board." Kurt mouth kept moving as he spoke, but Blaine couldn't take in about of the words, his brain had stopped at the first sentence. I'm transferring schools. To Dalton. Holy shit. This was what Blaine had been waiting for. His plans to get his cock up Kurt Hummel's tight ass and fuck him hard into his mattress just got a million times easier, just because of that one sentence. Kurt was transferring to Dalton. And Blaine would do everything in his power to make him feel at home there.