This just seemed over the top, quite inappropriate, but well, his dad liked buying modern technology. How he got the money however, Kurt wasn't exactly sure. But this phone reads your very thoughts and deciphers your thoughts into written words. So basically, all you have to do is press the button and put the ear pieces into your ear and mentally say your message.

When Kurt received the first message from Blaine, he was in class – reading it under the table - but couldn't help but giggle flustered, his cheeks burning.

Kurt? Hope I got the right number. Rachel wasn't really comfortable with giving you my number, haha. But hey though – Blaine.

He pressed the only button on the phone, connecting the ear pieces to his ear discreetly as he focused merely on thinking his text.
Glad to say that you got the right number. It's your lucky day, huh? Pleased to hear from you though, I almost thought you'd forgotten all about me.

Before he thought 'send', he looked at the screen to check if the phone has gotten everything right. Misinterpretations happened now and then – all that new technology – but to be honest he preferred his dad's 'old' phone where you just wrote your messages..

How could I forget about you, Kurt? When can we meet again?

Kurt didn't want to reply immediately; he refused to come off as desperate. So he waited till class and on the way to work, he replied by his thoughts;

Well, you think about something else – quite simple. And I don't know.

He received a new message practically 20 seconds after and somehow that managed to pull on his heartstrings, making his cheeks flush deep red.

You're always on my mind. I want to see you soon. I need it.

It was almost as if he heard Blaine's actual voice speaking, his tongue shaping the words so carefully, so smoothly. It was so distracting. Blaine caressing his cheek, his fingertips stroking down his neck, along the collarbone – straightaway he felt dizzy just by thinking about it. Kurt shook it off before he replied.

Okay but work's calling.

Oh the confusion. He knew how he felt but he also knew that he had to push those feelings aside because if he confessed them all hell would break loose. His entire life would fall apart in front of his very eyes but he couldn't help but wonder; was it worth it? A safe, sure life where everything's worked out and settled but there'd always be missing something – someone – compared to a risky, illegal future with a man who happened to be the man of his dreams.

Kurt knew the answer. He knew it already. But Blaine had a wife; he had a responsibility. It broke his heart but he acknowledged what he had to do. He had to move on.
But then his phone vibrated in his pocket.Ignoreignoreignore.
In those three hours of work, his phone vibrated several times. On his way home to the apartment, he sighed as he read the first message.

Text me when work is over.

Then the next one;

I miss you. Can I see you tonight?

Kurt looked at the clock on the phone. It was eight. Maybe... Then the next one.

I'm in a car in front of your house. Hope you're home soon.

Okay this was getting real creepy, Kurt thought. Quite possessive, like, didn't Blaine have other things to do? Like his bakery or to be home with his wife? Do couple-stuff? Kurt didn't even want to think about that part.

And sure enough; a great black car with tinted windows was located in front of the apartment building.
Dear god, Kurt thought, but nonetheless his heart started to thud briskly in his chest, his breath accelerating.
"You can't be serious..." Kurt muttered but made his way to the car and opened the car door, looking curiously inside. For a second he was afraid that it might not be Blaine, it could be anyone else but him, another tenant maybe?
"Kurt..." But the depth and the affection, in which his name was spoken in, convinced him. This was most certainly Blaine and it sent bolts of joy and shivering satisfaction through him. Kurt jumped into the front seat right next to Blaine, the palms of his hands already wet with sweat.
"You shouldn't be here, Blaine."
Kurt wished he could be mad at Blaine but the way he looked at him, like a puppy begging for a pet, made it absolutely impossible. But wow. He was stunning. That red tight-fitted jeans and a knitted turtle neck sweater, hugging his chest so graciously Kurt had trouble looking away.
"I needed to see you." Blaine held Kurt's gaze, wondering if Blaine would continue to dazzle him every time he opened his mouth, leaving him so stupidly breathless.
"Do you have no patience? – No, don't even answer that, but you can't just drop by whenever you feel like. What if my parents caught us?"
Blaine grabbed one of Kurt's hands in his, caressing it slowly with his thumb.
"I couldn't care less."
"But I care and so should you." Kurt's mouth formed a straight line, his stare fleeing Blaine's. He couldn't follow Blaine's carefreeness. If they got caught, everything would fall apart, they would lose everything and Kurt simply wasn't ready to take the risk.
Blaine raised an eyebrow. "We only have one life, Kurt, and we live it as we please, right? We haven't done anything wrong."
"We haven't? Oh yeah, of course. I'll go ask your wife if it's okay that you kiss other people – no, other guys." Kurt hissed.
"Do I sense a little jealousy?" Blaine leaned forwards, their noses almost touching now. He could feel the peppermint breath on his lips, his head spinning before regaining control.
"Quit messing with me, Anderson." Kurt whispered and added: "I can't do this. She's your sister." It wasn't meant to sound that pained but he felt like he was suffocating right now. Drowning in all these mixed emotions.
"Not my real sister though."
Kurt eyed Blaine confused, his brows furrowing.
"You didn't know?"
"Blaine I have no clue what the bleep you are rambling about." Had Blaine been drinking or something?
Blaine pulled back, tousling Kurt's hair whilst his chest shaking with laughter. "Rachel isn't my real sister. I was adopted by the Berries when I was 8; haven't you wondered why my name was Anderson and not 'Berry'?"
It took a minute before it sunk in. They weren't even related? Kurt found himself gawking but the feeling of Blaine's hands in his hair, stroking it gently, made him come back to his senses. "Don't. Touch. My. Hair."
Blaine threw his hands up in a surrendering gesture. "Sorry, sorry," he chuckled with his mouth pulled into a playful smile.
Kurt pouted teasingly but couldn't help but chortle shortly by the expression on Blaine's face; so untroubled and cheery, like nothing could ever bring him down and somehow that rubbed off on Kurt just a tiny bit.
And then that electric atmosphere returned; sparks of fire shooting between them and Kurt could feel it all the way from head to toe, that tingling impatience.
It was obvious that Blaine felt it too; it was driving both of them mad and Kurt didn't even bother moving away as Blaine got closer, his hand suddenly on Kurt's cheek. "God, Kurt..." Blaine whispered, his voice covered in such a pure desire which made Kurt's eyes slide close.
And just like that, Blaine leaned in and closed the distance between them. Kurt was used to the gentleness of Blaine's kisses by now, but this wasn't the usual kiss; this was by far more craving, a clear plea formoremoremore. The clever Kurt would've pushed Blaine away and rushed into the apartment to eat dinner with his parents, but he didn't even consider it a possibility. This yearning for more had been building up for way too long and he couldn't overlook it any longer.
Their lips smashed together, tongues licking, teeth biting and nails digging into skin. Their moans mixed together as hands wandered; Kurt's hands fondled Blaine's back under the turtle neck, felt the heated skin under his fingertips, no intentions of stopping sometime soon. Blaine's hands went from the nape of his neck to his hips,
Eventually they ended up lying on the seats, Blaine on top, the weight of his body pinning Kurt to the seat. The windows were steamed up by their rushed breaths and the heat of their bodies as they were squeezed together in the car. Kurt felt so imprisoned in his pants, so painfully, as the blood rushed downwards, getting him so hard that he feared that Blaine might notice the bulge.
"Fuck..." Blaine managed to get out in between their passionate kisses before he sucked on Kurt's swollen lower lip, causing Kurt to whimper in need for more than he already was given. So without further thought, he surged his crotch upwards, colliding with Blaine's which resulted in both of them groaning with pleasure.
Blaine took the next step; he grinded them together. This almost sent Kurt over the edge, the friction, the only thing separating skin from touching was denim pants, and then their muffled sighs. Just by their rubbing, Kurt could feel the erection in Blaine's pants and it left him craving – yearning – to touch, to taste and to explore. Blaine's lips sucked the soft skin of Kurt's throat as he continued the grinding movement, Kurt's eyes rolling back with sheer pleasure.
"Kurt, is there anyone at your apartment?" Blaine asked, breathing heavily against Kurt's neck.
"My parents, I think." He exhaled.
"Fuck..." Blaine was clearly disappointed and so was Kurt. He needed it so badly that it ached, his skin burning, tingling, with arousal. But was he really was ready to go all the way? He couldn't even count how many times he'd gotten off to the thought of Blaine in his mouth, him in Blaine's mouth, hands exploring and other things that made color flush into his cheeks. Did that mean he was ready to give himself to Blaine?

But suddenly the ringing of his phone resounded in his ears and he jumped with shock. He fumbled after the noisy phone and saw to his big fear that the name 'Daddy' appeared on the display.
"Jesus Christ, it's my dad," Kurt muttered and shushed Blaine before answering the incoming call. "Hey dad, what's up?" and he wished that his dad didn't notice the change in his voice, so messily high-pitched.
"Dinner's on the table, son."
"Okay I'm gonna be there in five minutes." And Kurt hung up. He met the dissatisfied stare of Blaine and just to make him forget that he had to go, Kurt grinded his own boner against Blaine's.
"Can we meet tomorrow?" Blaine groaned, his eyes darkened with lust.
"Why don't you ask me out?" Kurt challenged him. He'd always been the romantic type, believing in true love and such and no matter how much he enjoyed grinding against each other in the front seat of a car, he wanted more than that. He wanted the fairytale or at least some of it since he was getting married soon. Married to the wrong person but he pushed it out of his mind, burying it deep down where it couldn't reach him; incapable of getting him down.
"We could be seen." Blaine pointed out.
"And then we'd lie and tell that we discussed wedding arrangements." Kurt smirked. "But I'll be off now. You can call after 9, okay?" And with those words, he crushed his lips against Blaine's, pulling his lower lip with his teeth before opening the car door and jumping out.
"Little bastard, I miss you already!" He heard Blaine yell as he shut the door and rushed to the apartment building, beaming the whole way. "I'm home!"
"Come join us! Mom made your favorite soup. " Kurt heard his dad say from the small living room. He kicked of his boots and got the jacket off before it hit him; he still had a raging boner, making an evident bulge in his tight jeans. One word raced through his head; a hysterical 'shit'.
But he knew he had no choice but to eat with his parents. He just had to go through these thirty minutes and then he'd deal with the 'problem'. He switched his phone on vibrator before walking into the living room and inhaling the sweet smell of his mom's cooking.
"Smells good, mom." He complimented before sitting down by the table, his expression rather strained.
"Thanks Kurt. How was your day?"
And then they just began small-taking, Kurt wishing that neither of his parents would bring up the wedding. Focusing on both talking and eating while his cock was throbbing with arousal wasn't exactly an easy task. Images of Blaine's hands caressing him, grabbing him and touching all the right places went through his head, illusions of his smell and his excited but muffled moans in his ear. His tongue – oh god – everywhere, thoroughly exploring, traveling, making him dizzy–
"So what do you think about Blaine?" Kurt got so disorientated by the question that the spoonful of soup that was on the way to his mouth, got spilled down his shirt and he jumped up from the chair with a shriek.
"For Christ's sake." He cried out and tried to dry off the soup with the napkin.
"You can change when you're finished eating." His mom told Kurt, her eyebrows furrowing, visibly annoyed by his clumsiness.
Kurt sat down, biting his lower lip when his phone all of sudden vibrated. Too impatient to wait, he dug up the phone from his pocket. It was from Blaine.

I can't get you out of my head.

Kurt could almost hear Blaine's voice in his head hence his heart skipped a beat.
He ate some of the soup, trying to keep up with his parents' conversation before he seized the chance to text back. Since his earplugs still was in his jacket, he just texted normally.

I can't stop thinking about our make out-session in your car.

As he sent the message, his cheeks burned and he hurried to finish his soup.
"Thanks for dinner. I have homework so I'm going to my room." He didn't even bother waiting for his parents' answer before hurrying to his room and locking the door behind him just as his phone requires attention again. But first of all, he gets rid of his pants, throwing them to the floor and puts on a loose T-shirt.
Kurt jumps into his huge, soft bed with all the cute pillows. He reaches for his drawer to pull out another set of ear plugs and connects it to the phone.

You're so hot. I try to think about a new recipe but god, Kurt. Your moans and the way you touch me, it's driving me crazy.

Kurt sighed, longing for Blaine but he had to settle for what he could get which in this case was some hot action on the phone. So he spoke his mind;

If you keep texting like that, I'm gonna cum in my pants.

He grasped his half hard cock through his briefs, a groan making its way over his lips as he tilted his head back. He couldn't believe he'd just wrote that to Blaine and face was red with embarrassment, but right now he didn't really care 'cause this devastating desire was – quoting Blaine –driving him crazy.
Then Kurt received another text message.

Fuck, Kurt. I wish I could touch you and lick you and kiss you. Taste your cock and watch you come undone underneath me when I fuck you into the mattress.

That was it. He pulled his briefs to his knees and kicked them the rest of the way. He wrapped his long fingers around his aching member and began to jerk up and down in a steady movement.
But then his phone vibrated, not once but twice, and then again and again. Somebody was calling him. With his unoccupied hand, he grabbed the phone and held it to his ear.
"Hey?" His voice was breathy.
"Kurt." The person said and Kurt didn't have to think twice about who it was. It was Blaine. His voice was husky and he could hear a stifled moan.
Kurt didn't even know what to say, he'd never done anything like this before but it really turned him on, his body quivering like an earthquake was rushing through him. "Y—yes," was all that escaped his throat.
"Are you touching yourself?"
"Yes..." Kurt let his thumb slide over the tip of his cock, already leaking small drops of pre-cum. He fantasied about Blaine doing these things to him like he'd done so many times before, the only difference was that he actually was on the phone with Blaine. He could listen to his voice and Blaine could listen to his. He'd always seen himself as the more innocent type who'd never even consider phone-sex but this – oh god – was seriously the hottest thing ever.
"Do as I say, okay?"
Kurt nodded but then remembered that Blaine couldn't see him. "Okay."
"Slide your phone in between your shoulder and chin."
He did as Blaine asked him to, now he had both hands free though he knew he couldn't keep this position forever without getting back-pains later. Having Blaine ordering what to do, turned him on more than he'd expected it to but somewhere in his head a little voice asked him if this was the right thing to do, if it would change anything between them or make things awkward.
"Now, stroke your cock and wet a finger with your mouth." Blaine sounded so turned on that it sent shivers down his spine and his stomach curl in a way that he knew he desperately needed more.
"A—ah yes, fuck," Kurt emitted breathy moans, his eyes closing, as he took a firmer grip around his hard on and let his tongue ran over a couple of his fingers, tasting them. The entire act was just so mind-blowingly amazing and he was already so painfully close to his release.
"It must look so hot, Kurt. Imagine it's my fingers when you push them into your tight little ass." Kurt could easily hear that Blaine was touching himself, too; the muffled moans and the erratic slapping sound, which could only be the sound of Blaine masturbating.
Kurt would be lying if he said that he'd never fingered himself but this was something so entirely different – in a good way though. So he let his hand wander to his ass, spreading his butt cheeks and carefully massaged around the hole, triggering a series of soprano whimpers as he listened to Blaine at the other end of the phone. He could hear every groan and every sound, sending forceful waves of pleasure through him.
"Are you fucking yourself now, Kurt?"
He wet his fingers with saliva before they travelled downwards again, pushing them into the tightness and warmth of his ass, and letting out a broken sob. It hurt just a tiny bit but he just continued to push his fingers further and further and his other hand working his red-flushed cock.
"Yes—oh god, Blaine," Kurt chanted. It was no longer in his power which sounds fled his throat; cracked moans, high-pitched sobs and sighs in a pleasure so deep that he threw his head back into the pillows, losing the phone from his shoulder in the process. He was still able to sense the sounds coming from Blaine until he remembered the ear pieces. Unfortunately he had to let go of his leaking cock to plug in the ear plugs and click the switch on the phone.
Blaine seemed so close now; like he was right there, giving off those beautiful sounds that gave him the goose bumps in arousal.
"Are you close?" Kurt squeaked as he got a hold of his rock hard member but instead of stroking he squeezed at the base, holding back the release. The finger in his ass kept working him open though, sliding in and out with an erratic speed. On his forehead, little pearls of sweat showed and he knew he couldn't hold back much longer. He needed to let go soon.
Blaine painted heavily into the phone. "Nngh, fuck – I'm gonna...." And then Kurt heard Blaine call out his name, and that was it; he fingered himself harder than ever before, adding another finger and jerking his cock so fast that his sight went black. Just knowing that when Blaine surrendered to pleasure – when he utterly lost control – that he was the thought in Blaine's mind and the name on his lips.
Then the release hit him; it tore through him, striking him like bolts of lightning zinging through his burning body, his cock spurting come all over his own stomach and chest but he kept pumping, milking himself from the last drops. He cried out Blaine's name.

And helovedit.

Kurt's body went limp, wheezing for air, hearing that Blaine did the same. He couldn't believe that he'd just done this and slowly, he pulled the fingers out of himself, giving off another gasp.
"So..." He heard Blaine chuckle on the line. "Do you wanna go out tomorrow?"
The apple of Kurt's cheeks turned a rosy color. "Depends." His voice was still breathy.
"If I pick you up a 7 and take you to a restaurant by my choice?" Blaine suggested.
"We'll see if I haven't gotten any better offers."
Blaine snickered. "Yeah okay. Well, I hope to see you tomorrow then."
"You can always hope. " Kurt mocked with a quiet giggle. "But I really gotta go clean myself up now."
"Yeah of course but hey? I really love the sounds you make when you come." And then Blaine hung up.

Kurt blinked and his cheeks heated up before he jumped off the bed. All that rummaged around in his head was Blaine and what they were doing; they were having an affair. A goddamn hot one, if he had to admit it himself. He'd tried to stay away from Blaine but he was too hot, too charming and he knew there was nothing he could do anymore; he was getting pulled in and he reveled in the thrill.