"Yes Blaine. I think that it will give me more mobility and my sweat pants are... in the wash." Actually I wasn't sure if I ever really wanted to wear those sweatpants again ever. I put them through the laundry once, but the fabric around my crotch where my cum had gotten felt stiff and odd compared to the rest of the pants, so I put them through again.

Blaine shrugged. "Okay. Where do you want to start?" he continued, putting his hands on his hips. I swallowed. From being in his Dalton uniform all the time, I only recently noticed that Blaine was actually pretty muscular. He was far from body-builder (which I found a bit disturbing anyways), but had a nice definition in his abs and arms. Today he dressed in a snug gray tank top with loose jeans and I almost killed him when he walked into my house just looking so damn perfect! Your perfection is not helping!

I on the other hand dawned on my knee-length black skirt and short leggings, as Finn had suggested, with an old short-sleeved graphic tee. Even for me this was a bit overly feminine, but I wasn't going to waste a good shirt if I risked getting sweaty or ripping it from lifting and I needed the short leggings so my boxers didn't hang out if I had to bend.

For the next hour I moved my dressers and vanities and bed around with Blaine, which maybe wasn't such a great idea in retrospect because his muscles rippled every time he picked up the heavier half of something. When we were moving the bed it was a struggle for me because all I really wanted to do was just drop it and drag him onto it while explaining how wonderful a specimen of man he was.

While moving my vanity out of the alcove, I forgot I still had a bottle of all-over-body-shimmer behind the mirror and it knocked over, spilling mostly onto my arm. I thought Blaine walked into my bathroom to get me towels while I bent over to scoop some of the sticky glitter into my palm from my carpet. What I didn't know is that he was actually still behind me, watching me. His hand tapped my ass. "Hey, you're my boyfriend, I can do that," he justified, slapping at the skirt before I could squeak. I blushed bright red and tried to pull the back of the skirt down from where it had risen over my butt, but Blaine was already gone.

No, Little Kurt, stay! Down boy! Naked Rachel Berry... Good boy.

Once the mess was cleaned up, Blaine stopped talking about how ridiculous our math teacher's lecturing skills were and stared at my arms. Naked Rachel Berry...

"What?" I asked, wondering if there was still body shimmer on my forearm. I looked back and he was smiling.

"You've got some nice arms on you Hummel," he commented. I smirked, happy that he noticed. When I wasn't shopping or doing homework or with friends, I helped my dad out in the garage a lot. After years of twisting a long monkey wrench, lifting out and replacing engines, and other tasks of working in a Shop, I had gained a slight muscle definition that I was proud of.

"Thanks," I said.

Blaine's eyes still on my arms, he didn't see the sharp edge of the metal frame that created a big rip in his shirt has he lifted the piece up.

"Oh shit Blaine, I'm sorry!" I said, jumping over to him to make sure he wasn't hurt. I pushed the torn material to the side and gently brushed my fingers over the upraised skin. Thankfully he wasn't bleeding, but he would get a little bit of a bruise.

"Kurt, it's not your fault! But thanks for taking care of me." His lips brushed along my cheek while his hands wrapped around my waist. "I've missed this," he said, kissing at my neck.

Naked Rachel Berry... Naked Rachel Berry...

He pressed against me so that every part of us was flat against the other and I shuddered in delight. Oh god I was feeling tight even in the leggings! Naked Rachel Berry... Hopefully though the nylon material would be enough to keep me down... for now.

Blaine's hand stroked up thigh and ended halfway up the skirt. It took all my willpower not to start thrusting at his stomach for friction-oh Gaga it felt so good. No, I had to stop. Naked Rachel Berry...

I suddenly forced the idea of Finn's picture of Rachel into my mind, focusing on the details and almost squirming at the thought. It was helping a lot, but a part of me was still upset about this boner-kill.

Blaine pulled back a bit and ripped, fucking ripped, the remains of his shirt off, tossing the strips onto the desk and pulling me towards the bed.

My efforts thinking about Rachel were wasted and I was now fully erect and almost began jerking off shamelessly before Blaine pushed me onto the bed and against the wall where he spread his thighs and straddled me. Thank god for this skirt because my leggings didn't stand a chance against my Blaine-induced boner. The skirt had bunched up so it hid me well, but I had no idea how well it would cover if I came.

Blaine pressed his lips roughly against mine and rested his hands between my back and the wall. The contact of his finger tips to my back went straight to my cock. I now had a raging hard-on and had to stop before this got anymore out of hand than it already had. Naked Rachel Berry...?

"Blaine!" I almost screamed when his other hand pressed flat against my left peck, feeling my toned torso.

"What's wrong?" he asked against my lips. I pressed my won hands against his bare chest, only making my dick throb in want. God dammit, the one time I wished my penis wasn't 8 inches when erect!

My entire body was inflamed, all I wanted to do was take him right there, everything screamed at me. to. Rachel, Rachel, Rachel! It wasn't working! My eyes fluttered shut as I tried to picture her more clearly.

"Rachel..."

"Da fuck you call me?" Blaine almost screamed. He jolted backwards, but that didn't help me because his crotch brushed again mine again as he did so. My whole being focused on that, not really caring that I accidentally said Rachel's name.

"Kurt, you just called me Rachel!"

"No I didn't." Oh please Blaine, get back on my cock, please, oh fuck please.

"Yes you did!"

Blaine I need you so bad to just touch me again-

"Kurt!"

"Blaine! I only said that because Rachel is the biggest boner kill I can imagine and I am trying really hard not to jizz in my pants this very second!" I yelled, sweat beading my forehead and my twitching dick trying everything to spring out of my pants.

"I can't tell what you want!" I told him. "You said you want to take it slow, but then you do this to me! Jumping my bones which I shouldn't complain about because it's hot and I want us to go faster, but you're sending me mixed signals."

Blaine smiled and kissed me again. "How about this for an answer?" He took one of my hands off his chest and brought it to his crotch. I almost came right there from the feeling of his hard and hot cock totally erect.

"Kurt, you think you're the only one? I wish you had told me because I've been getting a hard-on everytime you even look at me! I was afraid you would get scared of me going too fast."

"Oh."

"Yep."

Well that was answer enough for me!

I got into a comfortable position and attacked Blaine, letting my own hardness grind against his. His eyes flew open in shock then fluttered closed again in ecstasy. He moaned uncontrollably into my mouth as I took control, rolling my hips furiously against his.

"You're so hard," he sighed before he started tongue-fucking me. Now it was my turn to groan and turn into jelly.

"This is what you've been doing to me every time I even think about you," I admitted.

"Really?" he asked, his ego obviously drinking this information in.

"Why do you think I've been avoiding you?" My cheeks flushed from the dry humping and from my confession.

We were quiet for a second because we were both really getting into this. All I could hear was Blaine's heavy breathing and felt the puffs of air as he nipped at my earlobe. I didn't far any better, I was constantly gasping when Blaine moved just right. We were pressed so close together and I had sorta slid beneath him, but we took turns rubbing against the other. I took off my shirt and my skirt was pushed up so Blaine's jeans were against my leggings.

"I guess I should have told you that the exact same thing has been happening to me," Blaine finally said. I almost laughed, but then the knowledge that Blaine's hard cock was grinding against mine only separated by a few strips of cloth registered in my mind and it took all my willpower to not come. I wanted this to last longer and I automatically gripped the head of my manhood, pinching it to hold me back.

My hand brushed against Blaine's crotch and he was suddenly moaning loud into my ear and his thrusts became desperate. I was whimpering too, my nails digging into his back. Oh god it felt so good!

Blaine jerked and his face tensed in a sweet orgasm, letting himself go off in his jeans. He mumbled "Kurt, Kurt, Kurt," and rubbed against me roughly a few more times to ride out his climax. His crotch was so warm from his freshly emitted cum and I was on the edge.

I closed my eyes, my orgasm coming when I felt Blaine pull my leggings down and his hand wrapped around my cock. He squeezed roughly while tickling the length of the underside and it drove me crazy.

"I kinda love you Kurt," Blaine whispered and palmed me twice.

That was it. I couldn't hold back the curt scream that left my lips and I came hard. Extremely hard. Actually, I had never cum so hard in my entire fucking life. Holy shit I thought I got a hernia from the force of my orgasm and it almost hurt while I ejaculated all over Blaine's chest (fucking everywhere), but then the absolutely wonderful rush of pleasure surged through my body and Blaine was so fucking good jerking me off as this all unfolded. A white haze clouded my vision and I fought hard to not pass out.

Oh god I really hoped that Blaine couldn't read minds. I swear a lot in my mind.

A headache was already beginning to form in my temple.

Blaine's lips suddenly attacked mine again and I returned the gesture. "Holy fuck you're hot when you orgasm," he gasped. Our bodies were pressed together again, my warm cum smearing between us. It was naughty and dirty, but it was kinky and sexy. My penis was trying to get hard again and it hurt like a bitch, but I couldn't stop.

I started groaning again and pulling him toward me, but Blaine rolled off of me and kissed my face.

"That was wonderful," I admitted drunkenly.

Blaine smirked and kissed me. I leaned forward, wanting more of him, but he still moved back and said, "I'm glad it was as good for you as it was for me."

We stared at each other for a moment, looking at each other's shirtless chests. Our eyes met and we kissed again, our puffy lips glued to the other. I straddled Blaine and undid his pants buttons and zipper, pushing them down. He was breathing heavily again and I watched in awe as his dick became erect through his boxers. My own mirrored his and I fell on top of his, making a small hickie underneath his ear. His hands tightened around my arms which I took as a sign to continue. I took of my own pants, my lips never leaving his skin, his breath warm against my shoulder.

"Blaine," I licked my lips. "I want you so bad." I pushed our crotches together again for emphasis. He shuddered beneath me and mumbled my name. I grabbed his hair and rocked against him, getting off from the friction.

"Kurt, Kurt... oh fuck, no. Kurt, you got to get off of me," he grumbled reluctantly.

"Why?" I asked, reaching down to pump him. He grabbed my hand and shimmed out from under me and sat up, sitting on his legs and closing his eyes to try to get rid of his boner. "Rachel Berry," he whispered with a little smirk.

I whimpered. "I want you to fuck me, Blaine. Please," I crawled next to him and wrapped myself around him, giving him sloppy kisses everywhere I could.

"No, Kurt... now that would be going a little too fast for me." He cupped my chin and made me look at him. "Don't get me wrong, I really want you too. So-so much. But I respect you and I want us to date a little longer until we do that."

I thought about it for a second, then said "Okay," sealing it with a big hug and quick peck.

"I love you, Kurt," Blaine whispered.

I gripped him tighter. "I love you too."

I don't remember how it happened, but we held each other for the whole evening, just enjoying the feeling of the other until we fell asleep at some point. I woke up first and saw that it was 8PM; we had slept for about 3 hours. Blaine woke up too and we got dressed. Thankfully no one had bothered us.

Blaine left a half hour later and I walked him to his car.

"See you tomorrow then?" I asked, not wanting to let go of his hand.

"Yep." He kissed my cheek. "I had a great time today Kurt." He suddenly laughed. "But I'll never be able to look at Rachel the same way ever again."