He couldn’t remember the amount of time had passed before the pictures started showing up. They would be hanging in his locker when he got to school or laying on his bed when he got home. They were little reminders that Blaine was still there, still watching. Kurt was torn between feeling excited by that and repulsed by that. It was strangely comforting to think that someone loved him that much, but it was also terrifying because he wasn’t sure how far Blaine would take it.

Kurt walked to his locker as quickly as he could without seeming suspicious, ready for his daily reminder.

“Kurt! Wait!”

He froze. He wanted to run and get as far away from that voice as possible. He didn’t want anything to do with that voice, but something in the tone made him pause.
“What do you want, Karofsky?”

“I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to…to say-ugh!-to say I’m sorry.”

He looked downward to his feet and then forced his eyes back to Kurt.

“I got in this fight the other day, and he just kept saying ‘This is for Kurt! Don’t you ever touch him again! He’s mine!’ and as he was just-just throwing punch after punch I realized I was scared. I was actually scared of this short little midget! And you had to face me everyday. It wasn’t right what I did. I was scarred and jealous of how you are, so freaking confident. It wasn’t right. I’m sorry I ever did that to you!”

Dave was breathing hard when he looked down at him, but Kurt looked shocked, like an idea had just formed in his mind.

“I can’t just let it go, Dave. I think you could really change and really do better for yourself, but I need to see that happen before I can ever truly forgive you and move on from that.”

Kurt took a breath and tilted his head. He almost smirked and his eyes slanted slightly.

“Now tell me about this boy that beat you.”

Kurt could feel excitement pool in his stomach. He was that much closer to Blaine.
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It was another week before the package arrived. It sat in his closet and had an envelope on top of it. The outside of the envelope read, “Open the box first.” in big, scribbled letters. Kurt tore open the box with his bare hands, his heart racing with want. He quickly threw the shredded paper out and then pulled out the actual content of the box. He stared at it before he started to blush.

A vibrator.

It was long, thick and heavy in his hand. He turned it in his hand to inspect it. It was a metallic silver and had a vine pattern going up the left side. Kurt watched the small object like it was going to come to life and yell at him, but soon the shock wore off and he dropped it back into the box to open his letter.

“Kurt,
You are to wear this tomorrow. All day. When you sit down in class and you feel the need to cry out, you’ll know it’s me. When you’re achingly hard and all you want is some fucking release, you know it’s me. When you come in your own pants and have to change, you’ll know it’s me. Because it’s always been me, Kurt. You’re mine. And I’ll be yours.
Blaine.”

Kurt shivered with the pleasure of the words. He was hard with the idea and he had to relieve twice before he could even think properly. He laid on his back, his cock still too sensitive to be touching anything, and thought about the last line of the letter.

“And I’ll be yours.”

He fell asleep smiling.
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Kurt was quivering slightly as he went through his morning routine. He picked out 3 outfits for the day and folded them neatly into his bag, which didn’t hold any of his books. He figured he wasn’t going to really be paying attention anyway. He took an excited look at the box as he slipped his shirt over his head. He took a breath and took out the new toy.

He almost screamed as he pushed it inside him. It pressed against his walls and his cock was throbbing. He quickly tried to pull on the biggest pair of jeans, but he found that to be difficult. When he moved his leg the vibrator would move and press in a new direction. Kurt found it hard not to moan or scream or something. The idea of feeling this all day and having everyone being around him having no fucking idea turned him on more then he cared to admit. Through sheer willpower he walked up the stairs normally and as quickly as he could without coming. He hoped beyond all measures that he wouldn’t see his dad and he could just go straight to his car.

“Kurt, don’t you want breakfast?”

No such luck it seemed.

“No thanks, Dad. I promised Rachel I would go and practice our duet.”

He was beginning to shake and his whole body was tingling with the need to release that tension.

“Are you feeling okay, son?”

Well, fuck. Kurt started to panic slightly. Was he really that obvious?

“Yeah! It’s just that sectionals is on Saturday and I’m a little nervous. Rachel is really pushing this duet.”
That wasn’t really a lie. Everything he said had been true, just left out some things.

“Okay. You know if you wanna talk about it I’m here.”

Kurt smiled brightly and nodded happily.

“I know. Bye, Dad! See you after school!”

“Bye, son.”

Kurt walked quickly to his car. With each long stride his new toy moved slightly and even his biggest jeans were feeling so tight he might not make it to school. He slid into the car, trying to think about anything to calm his racing hormones.

Oh God.

As he sat the vibrator moved further, hitting his prostate. His back arched and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. He moaned as his head fell back to the seat and his eyes closed. His breath was short and harsh, his heart pounding. He heard his phone vibrate from his bag and grabbed it because he just knew who it was.

“You look amazing falling apart. Already almost coming, love? You haven’t even got to the best part yet.”

Kurt threw the phone at the passengers seat and drove to school.
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He sat in his car as still as possible until the bell rang. He moved gingerly and with as little movement as possible. His steps were short baby steps and he still thought he wouldn’t make it past first period.

He nodded to the teacher as he entered the class room.

“You’re late.”

Kurt nodded again and mumbled his apology and looked wearily at his seat.

“What’s wrong with your chair, Mr. Hummel?”

He glared at the teacher and slowly sunk down. It once again hit is prostate and he bit his lip as tremors spread throughout his body. His stomach tensed as he tried to keep his face natural. He didn’t know how long he could take this. It was painful and he was so close to coming that if he thought a little harder he was sure it would happen.

Then he crossed his legs out of habit.

He came so hard he moaned out loud.

“Mr. Hummel! What is wrong with you?”

The teacher was watching his along with the rest of the class.

“Not-feeling….too good-excuse me-”

He grabbed his bag and ran out of the class, already getting hard again from the way it was rubbing him as he ran to the bathroom. He quickly locked the stall and pulled down his pants. He cleaned as much as he could off of his skin and pulled out one of his change of clothes. He put his hand on his cock and jerked himself off before pulling the clothes on and starting another round of torture.
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Kurt had class with Mercedes and of course right away she noticed something was wrong.

“What’s going on, boo?”

Kurt bit back a scream. He wished people would just stop talking to him.

“I’m just not feeling too good, that’s all. If it gets any worse I’ll go to the nurse.”

She nodded and went back to carefully taking notes for their test next week. Kurt sat as still as possible thinking maybe if he didn’t move everything would be okay. He was hard as hell and it was painful but if he sat still he could take it. Then he got another text message.

“Ready for your surprise?”

“Bring it on.”

Then the toy started vibrating and Kurt lost it. He held on to the desk as he felt himself spill into his pants and his vision blurred.

“Kurt?”

He turned to look at his best friend, his eyes still glazed over and his bones still jelly.

“I think I’m gonna go to the nurse now.”
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He told the nurse he was going to go home and get some rest on his own bed. He called his dad and told him he was going home.

“I knew you didn’t look right this morning. Do you need me to come get you? Do you need me to come home? There’s no one there right now.”

Kurt closed his eyes and shook his head.

“No, Dad. I’ll be fine. Just need to get some rest, that’s all. You stay at work, I’ll be fine.”

“Kay. I’ll pick up food on the way home. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

He drove home as fast as he could without getting pulled over, until he hit a pothole. He screamed out and scrambled to keep the car straight. He finally made it to his house and ran inside throwing himself onto his bed and pushing his clothes off with no regard. His phone rang and he froze. He swallowed and moaned in frustration before answering.

“Hello?”

“Stay still.”

Everything was on high alert as Blaine’s voice filled his head. He moaned again. Blaine could feel his desperation and smiled.

“Go ahead. Touch yourself baby.”

And just as Kurt started pumping himself, the toy started vibrating. He pumped harder and harder and he heard Blaine moaning to the sounds that he was making.

“Come, Kurt.”

And Kurt screamed, high and loud. Blaine felt himself spilling over as he listened to it. Once they had both regained their strength Blaine spoke again.

“Okay baby, take it out.”

Kurt reached down and pulled it slowly, feeling it stretch him wider once again.

“Oh, Blaine!”

“Get under the blanket. You deserve some sleep after that.”

“Blaine, I-“

Kurt was fighting to stay awake. His words were slurred.

“I know. I missed you too, Kurt.”

There was a silence.

“Don’t wanna hang up.”

Blaine chuckled low in his chest.

“Me either. I’m yours now, Kurt. I’ll never leave.”

Kurt felt a comfortable warmth spread through him.

“I’m yours,” he repeats back as he drifted to sleep and Blaine almost cried out with joy.

“Mine.”