“You sure you want to do this?” he asked Kurt, while pulling his clothes on.

�“Yes, Blaine. It’ll be fun!” This was something that Blaine didn’t doubt, he just didn’t think�Kurt�would find it as fun when he was sporting a boner for the entire school to see. Not to mention, he’d be turned on as hell. Blaine grinned, and snatched up the remoted. He looked at it for a second before tossing it into his pocket.�

Kurt Hummel had a vibrator in his ass, and had given Blaine the remote.�

The drive to school was… awkward, to say the least. Kurt kept shifting �in the passenger seat, trying to find a position that didn’t cause the vibrator to go QUITE so deep, to avoid his prostate at all costs. It wasn’t working. From the corner of his eye, he saw Blaine smirking as he drove down the road. He glared at him.�

“You know, I hate you. Why would you let me wear these pants with this thing in. Have I mentioned I hate you? Because I do.”�

Blaine laughed. “Kurt, the fun hasn’t even started. Have you forgotten that itvibrates?”�he asked, turning to quickly grin at Kurt before turning his eyes to the road again.�

“I swear to god Blaine if you make me come in these jeans I will strangle you,” Kurt warned, giving his best bitch-glare. Blaine chuckled, his eyes darkening a bit.�

“Well we can’t have that, can we? How about we.. up the stakes a little, shall we? You can’t come until I say so. And if that means waiting until we get home so I can fuck you, then so be it.”

Kurt grimaced, looking down at his already half-hard cock. This was going to be a loooong day.�

Somehow, during the ride to school, Kurt had managed to think of enough vaginas and scenes with Coach Bieste and Coach Sylvester in enough compromising positions to make his erection unnoticeable. However, the moment he moved to step out of the car, he felt a shock rush through his body, zipping up his spine and paralyzing him for a second. The pleasure that followed was incredible, and before he could help it, he released a small moan. The soft laugh from behind him made him realize what happened.�

Oh.�

So�that’s�what a vibrator felt like.�

Whipping his head back so quick he cricked his neck, he glared at Blaine through slitted eyes, trying to control his hormones.�

“Blaine,” he hissed. “Turn it OFF. Not yet.”

Blaine smiled mischieviously, twirling the silver remote in between his fingers. “Why not? You didn’t say there was a set time I could turn it on and off.”

“Yes but I figured you’d at least let me get in the�building�before embarrassing myself. Turn it OFF.”

With a sigh, Blaine hit a button. For a moment, Kurt felt as if every nerve ending were on fire. He gasped and his knees buckled. And then- nothing.�

“You jerk,” he said, grasping onto Blaine - who had gotten out of his seat to help Kurt out of the car - to keep himself from tumbling over. Blaine offered his other arm, and Kurt groaned when he looked down and noticed he was fully hard. He desperately thought of as many gross and unsexy things as he could, which only helped a little. Finally, he grabbed his messenger bag off the floor of Blaine’s car and held it in front of his crotch as inconspicuously as possible. It was only when he started to walk that he realized every shift caused the vibrator to press a little further into his hole. He gasped before regaining control of himself.�

“You know Kurt,” Blaine whispered into his ear, sounding concerned, “If you don’t want to play the game, just say the word and we’ll be done. No questions asked.”

“No, no no,” Kurt reassured him. “I’m fine. I just really hate you.”�

They reached Kurt’s locker, and Kurt pressed his face against the cool metal. However, when he felt the familiar buzzing, his back shot rimrod straight. He looked over at Blaine, who was smiling innocently. He scooted Kurt out of the way and grabbed his books from his locker, slamming it shut before pulling Kurt down the hall.�

“Something wrong, love?” he asked, the smile never leaving his face.�

“Nope, not at all. Thank you for taking my books,” Kurt said, his attempt at indifference failing due to his paled expression and his face beginning to sweat.�

“Not a problem,” Blaine replied. It was at that moment that Rachel decided to show up, hopping along Kurt’s side as they walked.�
“Hello, boys, how are you today? I have some fantastic solo ideas for Glee and-Kurt, are you alright? You’re walking funny,” she noticed, looking concerned.

“Yup, yeah mhm I am fantastic, what were you saying about sol-OOOS?!”

Blaine turned it up a notch.

Kurt forced a smile at Rachel before turning to stare down Blaine, who had a fist to his mouth in an attempt to stifle his laughter. He tried to focus his attention back to Rachel.

“…and Barbra has always been my idol so obviously, I’d be taking the lead, but you’d be welcome to- Hey, Kurt, I think you’re getting a call.”

“Yeah, I uh-what?” He asked, confused. He patted his pocket for his phone, which was still.�

“Kurt I can hear it vibrating from here. It’s probably Mercedes, I’ve always said that woman has NO patience whatsoever..” But Kurt had stopped listening. Blaine turned the nob yet�again�and he could hardly walk. By this point, Blaine was barely walking as well, his body doubled over in silent laughter. Kurt could see tears forming in the corners of his boyfriend’s eyes. Asshole.�

“Yeah uh yeah…�fuck…�Mercedes is calling me Ishouldprobablytakethisgottagobye!” And with that, he was pulling Blaine down the hall into the boys bathroom. When they reached the - thankfully- empty room, Kurt collapsed against the door, breathing heavily. With a wave of relief, he felt the vibrating stop.�

“I. Hate. You.” he punctuated each word with a glare. Blaine just stood there, laughing, but also a little turned on himself at the look of debauched Kurt.�

Today was going to be fun.�

Before Kurt knew it, Blaine had him pressed against the door, his mouth insistent against his own. Blaine’s tongue was swiping across his lips, begging for entrance. Kurt obliged, and the two kissed for what felt like hours before the warning bell interrupted them. Sighing, Kurt pushed Blaine away, licking his own lips slightly, savouring the taste.�

“As much as I loved it, what was that all about?” He asked.�

Blaine trained his lust-blown eyes to Kurt’s. “You just look so hot like this, I couldn’t help myself,” he replied simply.�

Kurt giggled. “I should take advantage of that. But I’ve got to go, we have class, remember?” he was surprised at his own coherency, having been a bumbling mess only seconds before.�

“Right. Class,” Blaine mumbled, sounding unamused. Kurt turned to leave. “Hey Kurt,” Blaine called. He turned back around.�

“What is it, Blaine?”

“I love you,” he said, smiling sweetly, before running up to Kurt and placing a swift kiss on his forehead.�

Kurt wondered how his boyfriend managed to be sweet of all things, in their current situation. “I love you too.”

All hopes of sweetness were blown from his mind when he felt Blaine’s hand smack his ass, sending the vibrator deeper in. He groaned.�

As the day progressed, Kurt felt as though he’d make it.�

Alive, that is. Whether or not he’d have a difficult to explain stain on the front of his pants was a different story. Kurt quickly realized that every movement caused the vibrator to shift; to go deeper or to hit directly on his prostate. Every time he sat down, walked, stretched, he felt it. Boy, did he feel it. And it wasn’t even ON. Blaine wasn’t helping much, either. Squeezing his ass as they passed in the halls, winking at him through the door in his class. Or, while Kurt was about to shove a forkful of salad in his mouth at lunch, deciding to play with the remote again, sending jolts of pleasure through Kurt’s body, and his fork clattering to the ground. Ever the gentleman, Blaine leaned down to grab the fork for him, but not before turning the vibrator up a notch, forcing Kurt’s back pin straight as he fought desperately to control his body. And then just like that- gone. In all honesty, Kurt couldn’t decide whether to be extremely relieved or extremely put-out. He needed to come. God, he needed to come. He’d never felt so tightly strung in his entire life. Every nerve ending felt as if it were on fire, every touch, every kiss on the cheek from Blaine, every brush of the fingertips or hug sending a shudder through his body.�

However, despite all this, Kurt was a fighter. And he knew that if he fought hard enough, only 2 more hours, he’d be granted the best orgasm of his�life�and it would all be worth it.�
Sitting in his last period of the day, French, it felt as if time had stopped. Usually French flew by, being Kurt’s favourite class, but today he found himself glancing at the clock every thirty seconds, willing for it to go faster. He’d never wanted - no,�needed�- the release as much in his life as he did right then. He crossed his legs and gasped as he felt the vibrator shift inside him.�
“Monsieur Hummel, are you alright?” his teacher asked him.�

“O-oui, Madame,” he replied, praying for her to just drop it. Luckily for him, after gazing at him for a second longer, she did.�

It was when there was only 15 minutes left to go in class the worst thing imaginable happened. There was a knock at the door, and the �click of it being opened. Looking up from his paper (which he’d only been staring at; focusing more on his grandma and puppies and boobs) he saw who was standing in the doorway and groaned.�

That�asshole.�

Grinning broadly, none other than Blaine Anderson himself stood there, bearing a folded-up slip of paper. Praying on all the deities he didn’t believe in, Kurt hoped that Blaine wouldn’t do what he knew Blaine wanted to do.�And do it Blaine did.�
The shocks of pleasure shot up his spine and extended to his fingertips, violently and more intense than before.�That ass turned up the setting,�Kurt thought, slamming his palms onto his table in surprise and ecstasy. Every head in the class turned to face him, and he sensed more than saw Blaine’s body rocking in laughter.�

“Mr. Hummel, are you sure you’re alright? You’ve been acting like this all class, I have the right mind to send you to the nurse! Bonjour Mr. Anderson,” she spoke, directing her attention to Blaine. “I see you have something for m- is something funny?”
Blaine tried to control himself, and calmed the laughter. “No, Madame, I’m fine. Kurt doesn’t seem to be though, do you want me to take him to the nurse?” he asked politely, looking innocent. Kurt scoffed.

“Merci, Mr. Anderson. Kurt, would you like to go to the nurse? You seem to be sweating and you look kind of pale. Please, I insist.”

“N-no Madame, I’m fine I swear,” Kurt panted, glaring at Blaine. Blaine only started to laugh again.

“Alright, I guess,” she conceded, sighing. Finally, Kurt thought. Once she averted her eyes from Kurt however, the strongest vibration he’d ever felt ran through his body and he gasped heavily, his back slamming against the seat so hard it rocked. His hands clenched into fists on the table, and he could feel the orgasm building. Vaguely, he noticed how more than one of his peers had pulled out their phones. You won’t be seeing a fucking thing, he thought darkly. He brought his gaze back to Blaine, who was biting his bottom lip, his body shaking in silent laughter. He tried to beg with his eyes, or else things would become really embarrassing really quickly, but Blaine wouldn’t concede. He only smiled innocently, his hand still in his pocket. Finally, Kurt couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to come. NOW.

“On second thought, maybe I should go I’m really no-OOT FEELING t-too well I don’t want to p-pass out or anythinggggggggg….” he spoke quietly, his words drawing out as Blaine fiddled with the dials again. Madame sighed in relief.

“Yes, that woukd be best, wouldn’t it?” she agreed. “Mr. Anderson, would you mind escorting Mr. Hummel to the nurse?” she asked Blaine.

“It would be my honour,” he spoke, charming smile back in place. Meanwhile, Kurt tried to figure out how to get up without pushing the vibrator in further, and without the entire class seeing his - now very prominent - boner. He settled for placing his bag in front of his crotch as he leapt from his seat quickly, crying out as the vibrator struck directly on his prostate. He waddled awkwardly to where Blaine was waiting at the door, arm held out. Every step forced it further in, and by the time he reached Blaine it was settled permanently on his prostate, the most intense pleasure he’d ever felt coursing through him. That is, until Blaine turned jthe dial one last time, presumably to the last notch, and Kurt’s knees buckled beneath him. Blaine caught him before he collapsed to the ground, And Kurt moaned, unable to control himself.

“Oh my, Mr. Hummel are you alright?!” Madame asked, rushing towards them. Luckiky for Kurt, Blaine took pity and turned it down a few notches, so it only remained as a steady burn, the buzz still hitting the bundle of nerves inside him and making him feel as though he’d been electrocuted.

“Yes, yes I a-am I should just g-go okay yes let’s go Blaine,” Kurt begged. Blaine’s smile turned into a loving one, and he took Kurt’s arm gently, aware of how sensitive Kurt was. God, he needed to come like he needed air.

“Alright then,” Madame spoke, casting them concerned looks. As they left the classroom, Kurt heard her speak once more. “And whoever has their phone on, PLEASE turn it off you all know the policy. I can hear the vibrating from here!”
The second they were out of view, Kurt grabbed Blaine’s sleeve and threw him against the nearest locker, crashing their lips together and moaning like a whore. But, Blaine still felt Kurt’s fingers creeping up his thigh, and he chuckled. He wouldn’t be distracted THAT easily.
“Ah ah ahhh,” he taunted, prying Kurt’s fingers away from his pocket. “I don’t think so.”

Kurt groaned. “Please god Blaine I beg of you, either turn it the fuck off and take me home and fuck me, or let me come. PLEASE.”

Blaine laughed. “I believe I make the rules here. How about I leave it on, then take you home and fuck you so hard, you’ll be feeling it for days? I think that’s a great plan, don’t you?”r32;Despite Kurt’s desperation, he couldn’t help but moan at the thought. “Yes, yes please anything just LET’S GO.” The vibrator was still going, and Kurt wondered idly if the battery would ever die. He hoped it would.

“Alright, let’s get you to the car so I can get us on the nearest flat surface of your home and fuck you senseless,” Blaine whispered directly into Kurt’s ear. Kurt immediately pulled off of Blaine, and started waddling in the direction of Blaine’s car.

“I hate you so much,” he growled once they reached his car.

“You say that now. Just wait until I let you come, you’ll love everything about me.”
And no matter how much he wanted to doubt it, Kurt knew Blaine was 100% right.