Several days had passed since Kurt’s unfortunate event in the janitor’s closet. He could not understand why he had seen that kid’s face. It was getting annoying and he was truly beginning to regret taking Blaine home that night. There was no reason to continue to waste his time thinking about a high school boy that he happened to screw one night and yet, he found himself doing exactly that.

The situation had gotten to the point where Kurt had not slept with anyone for a couple of days. That was just not acceptable. But he had figured out the perfect solution.

‘I just need to fuck him one more time!’ he thought happily as he paced around his office, work forgotten in his desk.

He stopped and pondered on his idea. It had to be it. Kurt had to admit, Blaine had been one of his top ten most amazing lovers. His body seemed to fit perfectly with Kurt’s, even if he had been a virgin. So, he decided that his body had liked it so much that it needed more. That sort of thing surely must have happened to him before. He couldn’t recall any particular case, but he figured it was just because it was a long list of men to think about. So that was all there was to it. A simple itch he had and finding Blaine and bedding him again would make the itch stop.

‘Yes, no need to worry. I’ll pay him a visit at school soon.'

Once his internal struggle to figure out the mess Blaine had made in his life had ended, he continued working. It had been a busy week and he needed to catch up. He returned to his seat and began going through the designs for next month’s cover. He did, in fact, take his job pretty seriously.

Now, Kurt Hummel might have been an unfixable mess when it came to relationships. But he was amazing at work. He was always a great student. He and his brother finished high school, Kurt graduating as top of his class. His parents had been incredibly proud of both of them. Finn got in Ohio State University down at Columbus to major in Environmental Engineering – a nice surprise – and Kurt was admitted in the Fashion Institute of Technology in New York. He had accomplished his dream of getting out of the small town he hated so much.

It’d been quite the experience, living in the big city. Kurt’s dramatic change in behavior had happened during his senior year so when he started college, he discovered the perks of being a single, independent young man in one of the most amazing cities in the world. He got wild. Parties every weekend, lovers every night but still, he managed to remain one of the top students and got various job offers when he graduated college. One of those offers was back at Lima for the position of Art Director in a magazine. His father had practically begged him to take it and come back home just to keep an eye on him and try to make him settle down or at least, stop sleeping around. Kurt accepted the offer but didn’t change his partying ways.

However, he did a good job. In two years, he had managed to increase the sales of the magazine, had redesigned the entire image of Epsilon (which, in return, granted him free access every night), had started creating his own fashion line and had slept with half of Lima’s gay population. All that, and he was just 24 years old. He was rather proud of himself for accomplishing all of the above in such a short time after graduating.

He was suddenly interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. It was his boss. He picked up and talked to him about the changes that needed to be done for about an hour. His boss told him he could take the rest of the day off since he had finished early. He loved Kurt as his own son and allowed him to do as he pleased since he got his job done and brought good results to the magazine. When he hanged up, he realized it was his lunch time. He smirked; with the day off, this was the perfect opportunity to visit a certain honey-eyed teenager. He grabbed his coat and stepped out of his office.

He parked his car a few blocks away from the school as he remembered the reactions of Blaine’s classmates when he had dropped him off last time. He didn’t want to be noticed until he had found the younger boy and so, he stepped out of the car and walked through the cars in the parking lot. He felt slightly uncomfortable as he recalled his days at McKinley but he quickly brushed them off. Kids were starting to get out of the main entrance and Kurt squinted his eyes trying to locate his target.

After several students passed him by, he was able to distinguish some dark gelled curls. Someone called him from afar and he turned around and waved. Then, he started walking towards a bench where he seated and took out a notebook from his bag. Kurt watched him for a little bit before making his way towards Blaine, who seemed too enwrapped in his notebook to notice anything around him.

“What’s that?” he asked; his voice cool and casual. Blaine stopped what he was doing and just stared at the paper in front of him. That high-pitched voice was unmistakable. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before looking up and locking eyes with Kurt.

“What are you doing here? I thought you didn’t want to see me again.”

Kurt shrugged. “I changed my mind. So, what do you have there?” He seated next to Blaine, who moved slightly away from Kurt. Kurt’s pride was slightly hurt by the small act of rejection, but he ignored it.

“Um, it’s nothing.” He tried to return the paper to his bag but Kurt was quicker and stole it from him. Blaine blushed and tried to get it back but Kurt gently pushed him away, his eyes never leaving the paper in his hands.

It was a drawing like the one Finn had caught Blaine making when he returned the forgotten phone. Only this time, it featured a woman who, Kurt decided, was Blaine’s mother. She was reading a book, seating on a couch in an elegant pose. Kurt was astonished by the amazing talent the younger boy had.

“This is incredibly good” he said in a low voice as Blaine stared at his hands, a slight blush on his cheeks.

“Uh, thanks. Now, can I please have it back?” Kurt handed the drawing over to him. He snatched it and put it away. He glanced up at Kurt and stared at the crashing of colors in his eyes.

“Why aren’t you going home like the rest of your buddies?” Kurt asked.

“I didn’t feel like getting home early. But that’s not important. What are you doing here?” He asked again, feeling slightly lightheaded and resisting the urge to just grab the beautiful man’s face and kiss him.

Kurt stood up and told him, “Well, if you don’t want to go home, then let me take you for a ride.” He raised an eyebrow and smiled cockily as he awa tited Blaine’s response.

Blaine knew he should resist him, he knew he should turn down the offer. But he couldn’t and he didn’t. He gave a small nod and stood as well, following Kurt to his car.

Quinn and Santana observed the entire scene from far away. Santana was giving an approving nod but Quinn was frowning.

“Okay, that guy is cute. And he’s loaded. Mama Lopez is proud! Sweet old Blainers is doing good,” said Santana as they watched them stand up from the bench and moving towards the Porsche from last time.

“I don’t like this, San. What if he hurts Blaine?”

“Then he can forget about having sex for the rest of his life. Don’t worry, Quinn. He hurts my boy and he answers to me,” said Santana in a dangerous tone.

Quinn smiled at her but shook her head. She glanced up once more to the place where both men had been moments ago and bit her lip in worry. She still didn’t like this.

The doors of Kurt’s apartment opened as both of them stumbled in, their hands all over each other. Blaine’s bag fell to the floor and the sound made him come out of his trance. They broke apart and Kurt began kissing his neck.

“K-Kurt, wait. Stop, please. Just st-“, he was interrupted as Kurt’s lips found his again. He sighed into the kiss and tangled his hands in Kurt’s hair. He was losing this battle and he knew it. But he summoned enough strength and will to push Kurt away. They were panting heavily and Kurt’s eyes were dark with lust.

“I said stop,” said Blaine breathlessly.

“Why? You know you want this as much as I do.”

“Why are you doing this? You’re the one that said that you don’t do boyfriends. I was just a one night stand, remember? What do you want from me?” Blaine’s eyes were wide and he looked pleadingly at Kurt.

“Don’t get your hopes up, I still don’t do boyfriends. But right now, I want you and you want me. So why don’t we just cut the crap and give our bodies what they want?” He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Blaine’s waist, pulling him closer. Kurt’s scent was intoxicating and Blaine felt his resistance fade away. Even though his mind told him to run for it, to leave and forget all about this gorgeous man in front of him, he couldn’t do it.

‘One last time’, he thought as he closed the gap between them and kissed Kurt softly.

The kiss got heated rather quickly and the layers of clothing separating their skins soon came off. They moved, their lips never breaking apart, until they got to the bed. Kurt placed himself over Blaine, his weight on his arms and knees, their lips the only place their bodies were touching. Blaine wanted to change that and grabbed Kurt’s face in his hands, pulling him closer.

Kurt let his weight fall over Blaine and started trailing kisses on his neck, slowly moving towards his chest and lower still.

Blaine sighed and moaned as he felt Kurt’s mouth on his skin. But he decided two could play this game. He gently tugged at Kurt’s hair, making him stop. Blaine pulled him up so that both of them could be in sitting positions. Kurt looked confused as Blaine caressed his face and gently swept a strand of hair away from his eyes. Kurt felt like in a trance as his heart began to beat faster. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Blaine’s. He noticed how the younger boy suddenly came closer and kissed him sweetly on the lips. Then he moved upwards and kissed Kurt’s eyelids as he sighed. Blaine continued to place light kisses all over Kurt’s face. He began to trace butterfly kisses all through Kurt’s body.

Kurt stared at Blaine as the boy explored every inch of his body. He closed his eyes and tilted his head backwards as his mouth hanged open. Both of them laid down as their lips found each other again. They kissed until they had to come up for air and Kurt began running his hands up and down Blaine’s body. It felt like an electric shock, every time they touched and they both moaned at the sensation.

Kurt was gentler and prepared Blaine more carefully than he had the first time. When he was finally inside Blaine, their moans grew louder. Blaine kept asking for more and Kurt kept providing. As they felt heir orgasms drawing nearer, Kurt’s thrust became erratic. Blaine kept whispering Kurt’s name as he wrapped his arms around Kurt’s neck and pulled him closer.

They came together, screaming each other’s name. As the intense wave of pleasure subsided, they smiled at each other and kissed gently until they fell asleep, their bodies tangled and sweaty.

The next morning, the sun entered through the windows of Kurt’s apartment. He was still sleeping, his naked body tangled in the sheets. When a ray of light reached his face, he grunted and hid his face in the pillows. Slowly, he opened his eyes and disorientation kicked in for a moment.

His face light up with a satisfied smile as he remembered his tryst with Blaine and sighed. He had accomplished his plan and could now let go of the burning itch that had been bothering him ever since he met the younger man. Of course, he would be the perfect gentleman again, offering to drive Blaine to school. He would watch him enter the building and disappear out of his life.

He turned around in the bed, intending to wake the kid up. He frowned as he got up, noticing the empty space next to him. He walked to the kitchen, not even bothering to put some clothes on. It was empty.

“Blaine?” No one answered.

‘What the hell?’ he thought as he searched the entire apartment. He looked inside the bathroom and found no one. He came out to the living room, recalling Blaine’s bag falling near the entrance last night. When he got there, he noticed there was no bag on the floor.

Blaine was gone.

Kurt’s face twisted in anger and disbelief. Nobody left Kurt. He was the one to fuck them and leave them. In all these years of sleeping around, Kurt had never woken up to find his lover gone. It hurt his pride, big time. That a fucking high-schooler had made him look like the one night stand was offending. He had to get back at him. He didn’t care if it was childish; Kurt was not the type of guy one fucked and dumped. Blaine would soon learn that.

And it looked like The Itch would stick with Kurt a little bit longer.