When Kurt got home, his family, whod prepared a little get together with his closest friends Rachel and Mercedes, successfully distracted him for the next couple hours and his friends presence kept him from analyzing his first "official" encounter with Blaine further. But all too soon, they had to go home and Kurt was left alone with his thoughts once more. Hed always known that Blaine was shy and liked to keep a low profile. But with the almost obsessive staring thats been going on for as long as Kurt could remember... he had hoped for a little more than a noncommittal shrug that could be taken one way or another. He guessed hed have to wait until the next day to find out if his intuition proved to be wrong and if Blaine really didnt have a thing for him but for one of his girlfriends. He would just pretend that it was him Blaine liked. At least until Blaine explicitly told him that that wasnt the case.

After a long and soothing shower, the hot water relaxing his tense muscles and relieving him of the stress hes been going through the past couple weeks, he went to bed. A little earlier than what was usual for him, it wasnt even ten, but he was exhausted from the days events and just wanted to sleep for a day straight.

But sleep just wouldnt come. And he knew why, though he liked to deny that that was the reason why sleep evaded him. He missed Blaine. And it was totally unfounded, in his opinion. Theyd talked once. For like five minutes in which Blaine said no more than five words. But he had smelled really good. Masculine, but not sweaty or doused in deodorant like most teenage boys he knew. Just... good. Kurt didnt have the energy to chastise himself for his lack of eloquence, but if hed been fully awake he would have probably found a more fitting word, one that would describe Blaines scent more adequately.

And he realized that he was being kind of weird.

But he got a warm and pleasant feeling in his stomach when he remembered Blaines musky scent, his dark eyes on him as he walked across the gym, the way he had held Kurts gaze with intensity when Kurt turned around and hadnt seemed to want to look away.

If only he had Blaines phone number. He was beating himself up over the fact that he hadnt thought to ask. Would Blaine be the type to text? Or would he call? What would they talk about? His dad had revealed that he and Blaine shared their love for music, so it was close to assume that they could spend their time arguing over who was the best singer and whose album was a must-have.

But if Kurt was honest with himself, he would rather they didnt talk about any of that stuff. He would want to inquire about how he should interpret Blaines actions and he wanted to learn more about him. He wanted to ask if Blaine was even gay to begin with. Maybe be had it all wrong and would be disappointed when he found out that Blaine didnt like him like that because he didnt like boys at all. But what he wanted to know most of all, was what Blaines thoughts were about boys with girl parts. He couldnt bring himself to even think any cruder words to describe his unusual genitalia. He knew that it wasnt exactly common for boys to be like him. He was also aware that some people found it repulsing. People like Karofsky and half of the football team. They used to tease and taunt him about his disadvantage, before he joined the cheerios, saying that he wasnt a real man if he couldnt fuck someone, that since he was a freak and could only get fucked, no one would ever want him.

And Kurt didnt know where these thoughts were coming from, but suddenly he couldnt stop imagining what it would be like if Blaine did that to him. He certainly seemed... equipped, if the way his pants were bulging around his crotch was any indication, not that Kurt had looked more than once, fleetingly. Not at all. But now that the thought, coupled with the image of Blaines groin area and his smoldering gaze had entered his head, it seemed to be intent on staying and keeping Kurt awake.

With a start, he realized that there was a tingly sensation, that he was getting wet down there. It had happened before, he sometimes woke up with his underwear sticking to his skin, and he knew that it was only natural, he had to take sex ed after all so he was educated about the topic. But he couldnt quite wrap his head around the fact that he was getting aroused while thinking of Blaine.

But now that these thoughts had entered his mind, he couldnt get rid of them again and the memory of Blaines eyes following him after he brushed against his arm, the first skin on skin contact theyd ever had, only served to make him throb harder between in his legs. He carefully, slowly started sliding a hand down towards where he was so wet that his panties were clinging, but then stopped himself. It felt wrong to touch there, he wanted someone else to be the first to put their hands on him in that manner. And where were those thoughts coming from? Hed never even come close to contemplating being intimate with anyone and now it seemed like he already had it all planned out. He wanted Blaine to be the first one, however questionable it might be that he was already so sure about it. Blaine had somehow managed to get under his skin and it was scary.

In the end, he just pressed his legs together tightly and tried to ignore the incessant need to touch while willing for sleep to come.

Blaines thoughts were eerily similar to Kurts. Only he didnt question any of it, he basked in the knowledge that Kurt wanted to meet with him. It wasnt the desperate sex hed hoped for when he woke up this morning with high spirits, but somehow todays accomplishments were even better than what he had anticipated and wished for. Because now that Kurt had agreed to meet with him, despite his status as a cheerleader, he was more sure than ever about his still-not-a-plan. Kurt wanted it, hed been practically asking for Blaine to take him to a semi-private place in school and have his way with him when he suggested they "talk" in school. Yeah, right, Talking was the last thing theyd be doing. Blaine would fulfill his fantasies like the good boyfriend he was, hed give his boy whatever he asked for unless he was into moresomes. That was a big no, Kurts pussy was for only him to enjoy. Hed be the only one to ever fuck his hole open.

Blaine also didnt have any qualms about taking his dick in hand and start stroking with slow and measured movements when he felt himself getting hard from imagining how wrecked Kurt would look when he was done with him. But he never sped up, not wanting this to end anytime soon. He hadnt jerked off for more than a week and a nice big load was building up, his balls full and heavy and his dick ready to spurt. And he was going to shoot his come deep into Kurt, fill him up and paint his insides, marking him as his, and Kurts other admirers would be none the wiser, would continue to think that they had a chance with him. Well. Maybe they would have a suspicion because Kurt would be limping around the school for the next days.

And did he have admirers. Boys, and girls for that matter, that had never taken an interest in his Kurt before had started staring at him in the halls ever since he became a cheerleader and begun wearing his pretty skirt. They werent even subtle or anything. And Blaine would agree that Kurt deserved to be met with admiration, reverence and lust. But the scum walking around McKinley had no right, they werent even good enough to breathe the same air as Kurt if you asked Blaine, and they would never be a fit for someone as precious as his pretty boy. They could never love him like Blaine did.

Hed break their faces if they dared to even attempt to get Kurt so theyd better watch their step because Blaine would definitely keep an eye on them. One boy in particular should watch out because Blaine had seen him checking Kurt out on various occasions. But Blaine would make sure that nothing would ever happen to Kurt, that no one would put their dirty, undeserving hands on him. Hed keep him safe.

With the hand that wasnt busy holding his cock, he grabbed his phone and unlocked it. It was kind of hard to navigate with only one hand, but no way in hell was he going to stop stroking himself. He pulled up his pictures and videos and scrolled right to the bottom where the most recent media was, then clicked on the video hed made and waited a second for it to load before adjusting the volume and brightness and then moaned out loud as he re-watched the Cheerios performance, starting with Kurts toe-touch. He still hadnt gotten over Kurts astounding flexibility. Yes, hed recorded it and yes, hed done that for this exact purpose. He wasnt ashamed in the least. Maybe him and Kurt could film themselves sometime, that would make for great masturbation material.

He skipped the part where the two fuckers, who clearly had a death wish, touched Kurt, he wanted to maintain his erection for a little while longer, thank you very much. But all too soon, he could feel a tightening in his balls, alerting him of his rapidly approaching orgasm and he slowed his stroked down so as to not reach the impending release.

He let out a pathetic whimper when he finally let his throbbing erection go, a sound hed deny to his dying day that he was capable of making, and then put his phone away, switched off his lamp and pulled his pants up over his dick.

Oh, he could barely wait until tomorrow came. And until he came tomorrow. Ha ha. Blaine turned onto his side and closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep even with his hard cock demanding attention. He was clearly going insane.