dont own these gorgeous boys, nor do I own the right to write pwp about them.

     "Wheres Kurt?" Rachel turns her head, her hair flying behind her as she does so. "He never misses glee."

     "I dont know, but we have to prepare guys. Nationals is coming up soon and we still havent designed our costumes," Mr. Schue calls, interrupting the buzzing chatter of the students. "Tina, you and Quinn should select some fabric from that pile over there." He gestures to various fabrics on a table in the corner.

     A phone goes off.

     "I told you, no phones on in rehearsal."

     "Sorry, emergency," Blaine says, turning his phone on and looking at the text he got. "Gotta go." He gets up and leaves the room.

     "Okay then." Mr. Schue turns and continues to direct his class.

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     Need you. The bathroom by the counselors office. -K

     Blaine jogged through the halls to Ms. Pillsburys office and located the black door across the hall.

     He heard whimpering. "Kurt?" he whispered.

     "Blaine," a desperate voice moaned from one of the stalls. The leftmost stall door opened. There he was.

     His chestnut hair was falling into eyes shut tight. He was gripping the railing on the stall. What was more compelling to Blaine was that Kurt was rutting into his fist, groaning, whining, purring. Blaine reached out and smoothed his boyfriends hair out of his face. "Hey gorgeous," he whispered.

     "Blai-" Kurt breathed.

     Blaine cupped Kurts jaw. "Look at me." He closed the stall door behind him.

      Kurts eyes fluttered open and he stopped moving. What was once blue-green was now a deep yellow; almost green slits peered vulnerably up at Blaine. 

     Blaine pulled him close, their tongues and teeth mingling in a messy kiss. Kurt tried to push his pelvis closer to Blaines thigh, but Blaine held his hips back with a firm grip. Kurt whimpered again.

     "Shhh. Let me take care of you."

     Kurt nodded numbly and tucked his head into Blaines neck, nuzzling the skin there and sighing as Blaine trailed his fingertips up the back of Kurts tight shirt, tracing circles on his back.

     "Relax," he whispered into Kurts hair, feeling the soft flutter of the trembling boys heartbeat against his chest. "Im here."

     He reached down and slowly unbuttoned Kurts jeans, easing them down soft legs and tugging his own shirt over his head. Kurt let Blaine unbutton his shirt and slide it off his shoulders, exposing  the pale skin stretched across his muscled arms and abdomen.

     Blaine smiled and kissed the top of his boyfriends head, swiping a thumb over a pink nipple. Kurt gasped and tried to pull down his boxer briefs. Blaine stopped him and slipped out of his pants. He palmed Kurts cock through his briefs slowly, feeling Kurt harden under his hand and the precome form a dark spot on the gray fabric. Sharp teeth bit softly into Blaines collarbone and a rough tongue scraped along his neck, earning a groan and an involuntary thrust from Blaine.

     "Like that?" he heard a throaty whisper. Another bite on his pulse point.

     "Mmm," Blaine hummed. He felt Kurts soft hands trail down his stomach and hips, slide down his underwear and take his cock in hand. Blaine gasped as Kurt stroked his length slowly with the lightest touch, just enough to drive Blaine crazy.

     "Fuck me," Kurt whispered softly into Blaines ear. Blaine groaned.

     "Dont have lube," he muttered.

     "I do," Kurt replied, grinning, holding up a packet.

     "Dont have a condom."

      "Were both clean, arent we?" Kurt asked with a sexy smile. "I can take you bare." Blaines eyes nearly rolled back into his head.

     Door hinges squealed and the bathroom door opened. Kurt and Blaine froze with wide eyes, neither daring to draw a single breath. Blaine sat on the toilet and pulled his feet up, just in case.

     "Hey, Kurt! I recognize your shoes. Why arent you in glee?" Finns  voice said from the urinal outside of Kurt and Blaines stall.

     "Uh, Im not feeling well," Kurt replied, and winced at how high and breathless his voice sounded.

     "Oh, well sorry man. Hey, do you know where Blaine is?" Kirt heard the sound of a zipper. "Rachels been worried about him. He said he was having some kinda.. emergency or something."

     "No idea." Kurt grinned at Blaine and he shrugged with a lopsided smile.

     "Bye bro." Finn left without washing his hands.

    Kurt and Blaine exhaled simultaneously. Blaine pressed a sweet kiss to Kurts soft lips, the kiss getting more heated as time went on. Kurt placed a hand on Blaines chest, seating him on the toilet and opening the packet of lube with his teeth. He emptied it onto his hand, spreading the lot on Blaines cock. Blaines head dropped against the wall.

      "But--" Blaine spread Kurts ass cheeks suddenly, thumbing over his wet rim. "Fuck, you did it yourself."

     Kurt straddled Blaines thighs. He whispered, "I love you," before slowly impaling himself onto Blaines cock. He winced slightly, but Blaine could hear a purr from deep in Kurts throat. They both sighed in relief when Blaine was all the way inside. Kurt started to move at a slow pace, lifting himself up and down, up and down, each movement making Blaines legs almost shake with pleasure.

     "So, so tight, baby," Blaine growled into Kurts ear, panting when he felt the slight tremor shudder through Kurts body. "So hot. So good."

     Blaine grabbed Kurts hips, stilling his movements, which were gradually becoming faster. Kurt growled in frustration and tried to move, but Blaine was too strong, holding Kurt back. He pulled out and stood both of them up, ignoring the soft sound of discomfort from Kurt and the unsteadiness in his own legs. He pushed Kurt against the door, still holding him against it, still not letting him so much as move his hips.

     "I want you to beg for it," he ordered, giving Kurt an intense gaze and positioning himself against Kurts hole. Nonmoving, not penetrating. Just the slightest bit of pressure.

     Kurt hesitated for a moment before giving in. "Blaine," he gasped. "Fill me up. Shit, fuck me hard. I need it. Need your big dick inside of me. I need you." He was nearly sobbing by now. "Come in my ass," he groaned, pushing Blaines arms away and voicing pitiful little mews that made Blaine want to just give in.

     So he did.

     All at once, he shoved himself back inside of Kurt, thrusting inandoutandinandout, faster, then slower, then even faster like he couldnt get enough. Which he couldnt, of course.

     Their movements began to become even more desperate, their grunts even louder, the bites even harder. Finally, Kurt came, his orgasm ripping a loud scream that he didnt care if anyone heard. Blaine followed soon after, white flashing behind his eyelids and shaking him to his core. He felt his come fill Kurt up and gasped into Kurts shoulder.

     A pause.

     "God," Kurt breathed.

     "My name is Blaine," Blaine remarked after his breathing slowed a little.

     "Funny." Kurts voice was raspy.

     Blaine pulled out too fast and Kurt gripped his arm at the sensation of emptiness. Blaine grinned, flipped them over so he was the one against the wall, and reached to insert a finger, to the knuckle, into Kurts stretched rim. He felt a sharp intake of breath and Kurts nails dig into his arm once again.

     He could feel his come inside of Kurt. He moved around his index finger, desperately trying to get hard again. He could feel a raw ache, but it was to no avail.

     "Blaine," Kurt muttered softly, resting his head on Blaines shoulder. "Stop."

     Blaine complied and inspected his finger, sucking off the come that was gathered there. Kurt sighed tiredly and kissed the shorter boy, tasting him on his own tongue. He softly purred against Blaines mouth, then leaning and tucking his head into the crook of Blaines neck.

     "You good?" Blaine asked after both of their breathing was under control.

     "Maybe after round two."

     Blaine grinned and dropped a kiss into Kurts hair.

So I was sort of imagining this as a verse. Not really a verse in which everyone is a hybrid, but where being a hybrid is a secret to be kept at all costs. I imagine Kurt as not being a full hybrid, but sort of more human than kitty. His hybrid tendencies come out when hes turned on, hence the yellow eyes.