Kurt whined, Blaine was harshly thrusting it into him, fucking him senseless.

Kurt was spread out on all fours with Blaine behind him, slamming into him with full power, Kurt melting into the sheets beneath him.

“Say my name!”

Kurt could only produce a mumble of syllables that sounded like “ehhhhfutuhhhum”

“Look at me you slut!” Blaine smacked Kurt ass. The slap burned through his body. He turned his head to look at Blaine, he was wearing his leather jacket. Kurt moaned as he saw it and Blaine’s fierce eyes burnt into his soul.

“Say, my, name!” Blaine smacked his hand again harshly against Kurt’s perfect, china white arse. Now gleaming with a red shine. Kurt turned his head back around and threw his head back, he was reaching the edge. Another smack went across Kurt’s arse. So very close. Blaine slammed into him one last time.

“Blaine!” Kurt screamed, his room spinning, echoing with Blaine's name as he came in thick white ropes, toppling over the edge. Everything became a white blur as Blaine pulled out and his face slowly loomed over his as he lay down. Breathless.

~~~

Suddenly everything was a panic. Kurt sharply rose from his bed sitting up, his breathing at a high pace. His chest rising and falling at a dramatic rate.

He was on his bed, alone.

Had he just had a sex dream? With the douche-bag version of Blaine Anderson?

Douche-bag.

Not bonehead, but getting better. But what he did have was a rock hard boner and there was no denying it.

He sighed deeply as he looked down to see wet, sticky sheets.

Had he had a sex dream about Blaine Anderson and came?

He looked around at the mess and studied it quickly.

Had he had a sex dream about Blaine Anderson and came, twice?!

Holy shit.

He quickly gathered up all his sheets and stripped himself of his pyjama’s as fast as he possibly could and stuffed them under his bed so he, and only he, could wash them later. One thing he did have to do now was wash himself. He was sweaty and sticky and it was already 8.30 am?! He had to be at school in half-an-hour! How had this happened? He had to scrap his normal routine and get ready asap. But one thing got in his way. His achingly painful hard on, still as turned on as ever.

Kurt stepped into the shower and hit the button to turn the spray on as fast as he possibly could. As soon as the hot spray hit is face and hand immediately went to better use and wrapped itself around his achingly hard penis. He began immediately jacking himself off to his previous dream, without even a quick thought, his mind when straight to Blaine pounding in to him. The fullness he felt, his hands running all over him, his constant thrusts into Kurt and oh god, that was it. He kept stroking himself through his orgasm, still thinking about the way Blaine spoke, the spanking, his leather jacket, the way-

Wait.

His leather jacket?

Oh my goodness, he was still wearing it in his dream!

He wondered. How clich� could Kurt get?

~~~

Blaine strode causally under the bleachers with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth; he took one last toke and threw it to the floor. “What dya’ want?’ Blaine, staying at a total monotone. Not even looking at him through his reflecting shades. Sean could see him self in them, he did not look amused.

“Firstly, that’s my pack of cigs’ you’ve been smoking give them back” Sean held out his hand waiting, eyebrows raised and tapping his foot.

“Christ, calm down Miss.Panties-in-a-twist, have your good damn slow death packet back.” Blaine slammed them into his hand and sighed. He turned looking away, “So, if that’s it, I’ll be off” Blaine took a step to leave, unimpressed when he was grabbed and spun on the spot.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“What?” Blaine was shocked, he did not see this coming.

“Why didn’t you call me?” Sean stood there, puppy faced wanting an explanation.

“Babe I-“

“No. “ Sean interrupted with out hesitation. “I would like to talk to Blaine, not Jekyll and Hyde!” Sean was beginning to well up, and it hit Blaine in a place he thought was only fair to answer his question.

Blaine lifted his sunglasses so they sat on his head, stood and looked into Sean’s eyes for a moment. He then straightened his body and relaxed again, as if he had just had something leave him altogether. Taking his sunglasses off his head, throwing them onto the floor he suddenly shot down to the ground with crossed legs and patted at the space next to him, Sean, taken back by the gesture, wirily sat down next to him.

“Hit me with it.” Blaine smiled and faced him, a total new character Sean had never seen before.

“Well. I know I shouldn’t take it personally but, you-“ Sean stopped and looked into Blaine’s caring eyes, he had never seen such kindness in his eyes before. It became a little intense for Sean as he looked away into the distance quickly, then to his fumbling fingers in his lap. “You. You said Kurt’s name as you came Blaine. Whilst I was suck-“

“Okay yeah!” Blaine’s eyes widened. “I do remember,” Blaine patted Sean’s knee. “We honestly- honestly don’t have to go into graphic details here” Blaine spread an awkward smile across his face. “I am truly sorry about that, but you know I never intended for you to... suck me off, it just kinda… happened.” Blaine felt awful, his choice of words were not as comforting as he had hoped. “It was never part of our deal and I thought more of you then just an item in the meantime and I only wanted you here for the week and nothing else added to that.” Blaine, trying to be more consoling took Sean’s hands in his own. “You mean more to me then that, you are my friend, and im so grateful for all the help you’re giving me right now. It’s not going un-noticed.” Blaine sighed softly and gave him a reassuring smile.

Sean sighed in return. “I know Blaine, im sorry. I just-“ Sean searching for something to make sense. “I just didn’t see it coming.”

“Well, It was on your face afterwards…”

“What?!” Sean was suddenly shocked. Completely tensed up and turned his head sharply to face Blaine.

“Nothing! Well, I’ll see you in the car park at the end of school. Bye!” Blaine bounced up in a hurry and quickly walked away, sweeping up his glasses, leaving Sean speechless. As he hit the sunshine, shinning down upon the grass outside the bleachers Blaine suddenly changed. The sunglasses were slowly placed back onto his face as he slowed his pace down dramatically and his casual swagger appeared once more.

Evidently, Sean did not understand Blaine’s sense of humour, but the Blaine he knew, was very different.

~~~
Kurt shoved his books in to his locker with so much force they almost fell back out again.

He was furious about his dream. Never had he once, ever, felt like such and idiot. It bothered him so much that nothing could get it off his mind.

He carried on angrily putting things into his locker muttering under his breath “Blah, blah, blah! Im Blaine Anderson and I will torment you until the say I die by being a total dick by being pathetic, then I will come back all of a sudden like I fell from the gorgeously hot bad boy tree. Fucking idiot with his stupid leather jacket and stupid-“

“So you like the jacket then?” Blaine smugly said.

“AHH!” Kurt was did not notice he was there and was particularly taken back by the sexy character casually leaning back against the locker door next to his, sunglasses still perching on his face.

“Oh god, don’t do that!” Blaine laughed as Kurt angrily flailed his arms around hitting his locker with his palm causing all his books fall out. Kurt sighed and hit his head against his locker. It was going to be a long day.

“How long have you been here?”

“How long have you been thinking about me?” Blaine didn’t even move the slightest as he said it. Staring off into the distance in front of him.

Kurt hated people answering questions with questions. Especially Blaine, now thinking he was some kind of smart arse. Acting as if he wasn’t paying attention.

“That didn’t answer my question you idiot, how long have you been there and how long have you been listening to me?” Kurt leaned away his head from his locker and placing his hands by his side. Not even bothering to try to look bitchy in return.

“Awh sweetie,” Blaine turned his head coyly to face Kurt and smiled, “Anyone could have heard you fumbling over your words as you stacked your books from a mile away.” His smile widened across his face.

“Oh fuck off you arrogant twat!” Kurt was raging, spiting out his words. He saw Blaine’s mouth open the tiniest bit in surprise.

Maybe he was getting his touch back.

Inwardly smirking, knowing Blaine wasn't free of his vicious words quite yet, he went to pick up his books, but of course, Blaine kicked them away in amusement. His head turned up to ceiling as if he was daydreaming.

“Oh for the love of god! Just leave me alone for two minutes!”

“Two minutes? I haven’t seen you since I ran off with-“ It suddenly clicked.

Kurt saw what Blaine had worked out and Kurt panicked. He cringed as he saw Blaine’s face light up with irony.

That smug bastard.

“You dreamt about me, didn’t you!” Blaine’s mouth hung open with amusement. Kurt cringed as he thought about it.

“You had a sex dream about me?” His eyes widening below his sunglasses. Kurt looked at him, then to the stupid jacket that according to his sub-conscious, he never took off.

“And the jacket too?” Blaine whipped of his sunglasses and chuckled.

Shit.

“Oh for- Yes. Yes okay! You were wearing that damn fucking jacket!” Kurt strode over to his books, swept them up and threw them into his locker and slamming it shut.

“Now fucking go away you-“ Kurt had to think on the spot again.

Blaine crossed his arms and waited, he thought this was going to be gold. And Kurt was going to give it to him.

“You..You dream slut!”

Blaine burst out in fits. Yes. Kurt was right, gold. But this was jackass gold to him.

“Really, im deeply hurt!” Blaine pretending to faint, still in fits of laughter. “Do anything, anything but hurt my pained heart! Oh owe is me!”

Kurt just huffed and rolled his eyes, usually; he would find that funny, but not from the leather jacket idiot stood in front of him. Not today. Kurt turned on his heel and began to walk forward as suddenly from behind him, he heard a shout.

“Hey, doll face!” Blaine strode towards him as Kurt turned, looking so un-amused he could feel people becoming depressed around him. Blaine came right up to him and whispered in his ear for the second time. “Was I any good?”

Yes.

Utterly amazing.

Fucking brilliant of levels that did not exist.

“Awful.” Kurt said smugly.

“Really?” Blaine looked ahead, took a step and turned. “Because the bulge in your pants says differently.” And then with out a thought swaggered away.

“What?!” Kurt snapped his head down to see his boner had returned.

It was going to be a long day indeed.