Kurt smiled to himself as he opened his door and carefully took off his shoes and jacket. He was happy, he met a nice guy, Blaine, who was definitely boyfriend material. Blaine seemed like someone who was very calm and just went with the flow. That's exactly what Kurt needed in his life. Kurt actually wished that they could be friends at least. 

There was absolutely nothing on television, and Kurt figured he should probably finish up his coffee skit. He knew exactly what he was going to write, with Blaine being his inspiration. Picking up his laptop, he typed away in theatre format as he lounged in his bed. It was about 10PM and Kurt had class tomorrow. He grabbed his phone and set his alarm for 6AM, so he'd have at least 2 hours to get ready. 

Twisting around in bed, Kurt's thoughts shifted somewhere else.

He thought about Blaine's beautiful hazel eyes, and his beautifully toned arms. Yes, Kurt was definitely looking at those. And how he could tell Blaine wasn't wearing underwear and could see his bulge through his sweatpants. Kurt wondered how big Blaine was. 

Kurt what the hell are you doing? 

Kurt told his conscience to go fuck itself. He was in the prime of his life, and there was a very attractive male. Kurt had needs. 

He felt himself harden through his fleece pajama pants. There was no way around this. If Kurt's dick wanted to be that way, then so be it. 

Honestly, Kurt didn't really enjoy the thought of masturbation. He thought it was sticky and awkward, but damn it felt good. 

Tugging down his pants carefully, he reached in his drawer and pulled out a small tube of lube. He adjusted his knees and wrapped around his cock softly, stroking it gently. Squirting the lube onto his hand, he warmed it up between his fingers. 

He wrapped his hand around his dick again, tucking on it gently. He closed his eyes and groaned softly, letting the vibrations run up his throat as he started to jerk himself off. Kurt twisted his wrist and rubbed his thumb over the tip of his dick slowly, lifting his hips off the bed. He thrusted into his hand roughly and felt the familiar rush of pleasure running through his body. Kurt tilted his head back and thrusted up as hard as he could, feeling his orgasm build up. Leaning down and watching himself shoot his cum into his hands, Kurt moaned softly, his breathing slowing down. Wow that was fast. Kurt thought. He grabbed a tissue from his bedside table and slowly wiped the come off his stomach. He sighed happily and wiped his hands gently, pulling his pajama pants back up.

Goodnight Blaine, make sure not to get locked out in the morning! Kurt smiled, but figured that Blaine was probably asleep. Oh no what if I wake him up. Oh shit, Kurt you're a fucking idiot. Why was Kurt so intrigued with someone he just met?

Was it his beautiful face or the instant connection they obviously shared?

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(Texting-Only) Idk why I decided to do this, but I figured it would be fun. 

[Kurt] (Blaine)

"You too! And haha, I'll try not too. But now I need a new set of keys.." 10:15PM.

"Lol, maybe if you were more responsible we wouldn't have had that problem :)" 10:17PM

"Well, Mr. Hummel. We can't all be as responsible and talented in lock-picking as you are. Should I stop texting you now? Since you know you said you wanted to sleep.." 10:18PM

"Nah, I can't really sleep. I'm not relaxed yet, that takes a good 10 minutes for me to just get comfortable. I need a cuddle buddy." 10:20PM

"Where's your cat? Pets make great cuddlers, and they can't deny you. :P"  10:22PM

"As creepy as that sounds, I'll ignore that. She's just sitting there. She's not very fond of being in my bed with me, she's a brat." 10:23PM

"Lmao, no need to be rude. Bentley says goodnight, and so do I. I have work in the morning. It was nice texting you, sleep well Mr. Hummel :)" 10:26PM

"Goodnight Blaine, sweet dreams" 10:28PM

Both men smiled as they turned out their lights in unknown unison. They both knew this was a great friendship in the making.