Kurt moaned as the dark haired boy above him placed a series of wet kisses along his collar. One hand was fisted in the sheets beside Kurt's head, the other was skimming along the waistband of his boxer-briefs. Kurt ran his hands down the boy's toned chest, and the other began to palm him through his underwear. Kurt was already as hard as a rock and and groaned loudly at the friction. He pulled the boy into searing kiss, their tongues battling for dominance. Kurt moaned again as the boy started to thrust his tongue in and out of Kurt's mouth suggestively. He threaded his fingers in the boy's dark curly hair and pulled slightly prompting the most delicious sounds to fall from the boy's lips. 

Kurt felt him tugging at his at his boxer-briefs and he raised his hips to allow them to be removed. His cock was already dripping with pre-come, and he was so hard it hurt. Kurt cried out with pleasure as he felt the boy's rough hand on him. The boy stroked him, gradually picking up speed, and occasionally pausing to flick his thumb over the head. Kurt could feel the heat pooling in his stomach. The movement of the boy's hand on his cock had brought him right to the edge. He felt the boy's teeth nip lightly at his pulse point and that was all he needed to send him over. As his orgasm ripped through his body, he shouted one word.

"Blaine!"

Kurt woke up, breathing heavily. He'd had dreams like that before, but never had they been so vivid or with someone he knew in real life. Beside him the alarm went off, he hit the snooze button and swung his legs out of bed, cringing slightly at the damp patch in his pyjama bottoms.

“Damn these were really expensive,” he groaned. He took a long shower and sat down to start his morning skincare regime. His thoughts drifted back to his dream. He mentally scolded himself.

"He has a boyfriend," he said to his reflection in the mirror. "He has a boyfriend who's good-looking, rich, popular and captain of the Dalton soccer team. Why would he ever be interested in you?"

Kurt thought it was just his luck that he'd crush on the first openly gay guy he meets only for said gay guy to already be in a relationship. He had had crushes before but it was different with Blaine than it was with Finn or Sam. He knew that he and Blaine had a lot in common, they had spent almost an hour talking the day before, after they'd finished working on their glee assignment. He could already tell that Blaine was the kind of guy he could fall in love with. But he was content with just being Blaine's friend.

He was standing in front of closet contemplating what to wear when his phone buzzed on his bedside table. He picked it up and saw that he had a message from Blaine.

Want to get coffee before school?

He smiled to himself and quickly typed a reply.

Sure. Lima Bean in 30?

Sounds great! See you then.

Kurt ran back to his closet to choose an outfit. Twenty minutes later he was leaving his room dressed and with perfectly styled hair. He ran down the stairs and grabbed his bag and his car keys. He stuck his head around the kitchen door and said a quick goodbye to Carol and Finn, telling them he was going to meet a friend before school. His dad had already left for the shop. He ran out to his Navigator and checked the time, he only had seven minutes to get to the Lima Bean.

He pulled into the parking lot ten minutes later. He could see Blaine through the window. When he looked at Blaine's dark curls all he could think about was the sounds dream-Blaine made when he pulled on them. 

Stop thinking about that the last thing you need is to get a boner in public, he thought to himself. He walked through the door and over to where Blaine was sitting.

"Here, I got you your coffee." Blaine smiled at him.

Kurt took a sip and was surprised it was a non-fat mocha.

"You know my coffee order?"

"Of course I do. You mentioned it yesterday." Blaine said as he brought his medium drip to his lips.

Kurt kept finding himself staring at those lips and imagining them moving with his own or trailing down his chest to his—Fuck!  How I'm I supposed to be his friend when all I can think about is how sexy he is? He groaned inwardly. It was going to be a long day.