Chapter 3: Handsome Hobbit

"Hello."

Kurt smiled. Cute, he thought, but said nothing.

"I, um, have some aspirin. If you need it."

Kurt gazed at the handsome hobbit before him in awe. Not only was he hot, he also brought aspirin. Surely he was an angel sent from heaven above.

"Oh, I do."

"Um...why don't you go sit down in the living room and I'll bring it to you?" The handsome hobbit gestured toward the clearly visible plush-looking couch in the adjacent room.

"Mmm...you have good ideas. I like you," Kurt stated mindlessly as he stumbled toward  the couch to which the hobbit-angel had gestured. He sunk into the couch with a contented sigh. It was glorious. It was like the couch was giving him a hug, it was so comfortable. From the comfort of the couch, Kurt watched through the open kitchen as the hobbit-angel got a glass of water and shook the magic pills from their bottle.

Before long, he walked toward Kurt, pills and water in hand. "Sit up for a sec." Kurt did as he was told, still examining the boy before him. "Good. Hopefully these help." Kurt mumbled his gratitude before taking the pills from the curly-haired boy's hand, then grabbing the water and beginning to down the whole glass until the hobbit's hand came to rest on his own. "Whoa, easy there! You don't want to feel worse than you do already." Kurt reluctantly eased his grip on the glass, allowing it to be taken from him and placed on a coaster on the coffee table beside him. "Your hair is fluffy," Kurt rambled, extending his arms and wiggling his fingers in the other boy's general direction. "C'mere. Let me touch it." Hobbit shot him a slightly amused and puzzled look. "Pleeeeeeeeeease," Kurt begged, "I don't bite, I promise." Kurt paused for a moment. "Unless you want me to," he added with a salacious grin.

Handsome hobbit-angel's face flushed pink, but he knelt beside Kurt to oblige his request. "Mmmm...soft. It's nice. Good boy," Kurt babbled as he petted the fluffy curls. Kurt knew he should probably shut up, but seemed powerless to halt the flow of words from his muddled brain to his big mouth and continued. "So good for me. I like you on your knees." The head of curls beneath his hand jerked away suddenly as the boy to whom it belonged jumped up. His face was flushed, nervous, and slightly sweaty and he fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. "I, um, have to, umm...get...yeah, um...you should probably get a little more sleep, so...yeah, do that," he fumbled awkwardly as he bolted from the room. Smooth, Hummel , Kurt reprimanded himself. Way to go. Fuck.  

He closed his eyes and sunk deeper into the couch and allowed himself to drift off into a slumber filled with dreams permeated with the face of the handsome hobbit. The dreams began PG with images of the boy's big, expressive hazel eyes and his warm, bright smile, but swiftly shifted into NC-17 territory as he pictured the boy's pretty pink lips and how those lips might feel wrapped around his cock. He awoke with a start, sweaty and flustered, and quickly glanced around to see if anyone else was there, and breathed a sigh of relief at the realization that he was alone. 

"Oh, you're awake!"

Kurt turned his head to the doorway to find the handsome hobbit now clad in polished black dress shoes, pressed grey pants, a crisp white button-down shirt, a red and navy blue striped tie, and a navy blue blazer with red piping, a pin with a bird on it, and what seemed to be a school crest with a large "D" in the middle. The stubble was now gone and the curls were smothered in gel. He looked so very dapper in what Kurt assumed was his school uniform and wow that conjured images in Kurt's brain of fantasies he didn't even know he had and his eyes glassed over as he imagined grabbing the boy by his tie and pulling him into a heated kiss before bending him over a desk and pulling down his pants to fuck him senseless as he ran his fingers through his gelled hair and left the boy to head to class looking utterly debauched. Kurt shook his head to clear it of his dirty thoughts (though he knew he would definitely be revisiting them soon enough).

"Yeah. Kinda."

"Um, I realize I haven't really introduced myself. I'm Blaine."

Blaine. Yes, Kurt quite liked that. Blaine.

"I'm Kurt."

"Well, it's very nice to meet you, Kurt," he said, smiling sincerely.

"Listen, I'm really sorry for my behavior this morning. I was pretty out of it."

Blaine chuckled. "No worries, I understand. I'd really love to talk to you some more, but I have to get to school. Will you be here when I get back?" he asked hopefully.

"I don't think so. I'm already going to be pretty late for school, so I should probably get going."

Blaine's face fell a bit. "Oh. Well, then, maybe I'll see you some other time, yeah?"

"Yeah."

Blaine's face brightened as he grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder, heading toward the door, then turning around to look directly at Kurt.

"Until we meet again, Kurt!" Blaine proclaimed. Then he was gone.

"Until we meet again, Blaine," Kurt said softly to the empty room, a fond smile playing across his lips.