Kurt woke up sweating with a disgusting feeling in his boxers that morning, he grimaced as he stood in his bathroom and stripped his clothes off before stepping into the shower.

"Oh great a wet dream about Anderson, wouldn't he just love to know that," Kurt muttered to himself as he stood there and let the hot spray fall all over him. His thoughts sub consciously drifted off to the dream he had last night, much to his dismay. He liked it at first, the feverish kissing, the biting, being pushed up a wall and then dragged onto a bed. He has had dreams like this before but usually it's with Taylor Lautner in a dewy meadow with less bruising, but he still enjoyed it none the less. It wasn't till he woke up from the dream that he realised who the curly hair and the piercing hazel eyes belonged to, his mind wandered to the feeling of the leather against his skin and warm breathe on his neck.

Kurt shook himself out of his thoughts when he realised he had been slowly touching himself for the past few minutes, he abruptly stopped and groaned in frustration.

"Seriously Kurt? Again?" Kurt rested his head against the shower wall. He was not going to give in, one dream that he couldn't necessarily control was enough; he wasn't going to actually consciously masturbate to images of Blaine Anderson.

Kurt heard the familiar sounds of his phone going off in the other room, it was only a text so he didn't have to rush but he was curious to who was texting him at this time of morning, it was only 6am when he first woke up after all.

Kurt quickly got dressed and after putting his clothes and sheets in the wash he let himself check his phone.

1 new text from unknown number.

"Huh, weird." Kurt said and swiped across the text to open it.

From unknown number

Hey sexy what u wearin? ;) xoxox

"Great." Kurt scoffed. "Someone has obviously got the wrong number." He tapped out a quick reply along the lines of 'I think you have the wrong number' and locked his phone and forgot about it quickly.

It wasn't until his phone vibrated while he was eating breakfast that he even remembered it happened.

From unknown number

So this isn't Kurt?

Kurt studied the text for a moment, thinking of a reply. It was probably just one of the Neanderthals from school playing a trick.

To unknown number

Look, I don't know how you got my number but this really isn't funny so just quit while you're ahead. Don't you torment me enough in school?

From Loser Jock (Kurt cleverly named the contact after the last text.)

Well I don't go to ur school kurt but If I did we'd totally be getting it on in the library ;) xoxox

Kurt caught himself blushing and he didn't even know why, this was just some creep. Kurt tried to think of who he knew who was a creepy forward asshole and then it was like in the cartoon's when a light bulb magically came up above your head.

To Asshole

Blaine?

From Asshole

Oh kurt I love it when you say my name

To Blaine Anderson (Kurt decided he'd use his actual name just in case Burt ever needed his number)

How on earth did you even get my number?

Kurt waited a few minutes for a reply and when it didn't come he angrily shoved his phone in his pocket and started heading to school.

Lunch time rolled around fast and Kurt was content with sitting in the lunch room talking to Mercedes and Rachel (She was actually really nice once you got to know her) and eating his homemade lunch (he wasn't going anywhere near what that school classes as 'food') Kurt felt his phone vibrate and pulled it out to check.

Incoming call from Blaine Anderson.

"Ugh," Kurt groaned, he hadn't received a text all day, why was Blaine calling him suddenly? He decided to ignore it and when he called again Mercedes gave him a look that meant she was annoyed and he better answer that damn phone before she kills him.

"I'll be right back." Kurt walked into the hall and warily answered the phone.

"What?"

"Wow Hummel, great manners you have there!" Blaine's silky smooth voice came through the speaker and Kurt could easily say his voice sounded like the voice version of sex, if that was even possible.

"Says you, the person who text me asking me what I'm wearing at 6am in the morning." Kurt sassed back, not falling for anything Blaine was going to say.

"Would you prefer it to have been later than 6am? When you were more awake and able to sext back?" Kurt heard Blaine giggling and Kurt let himself enjoy the sound before quickly shutting it out.

"Is there any reason you called me?" Kurt retorted.

"Do you want the real reason or the fake reason?"

"Which one wont make me want to kill you?"

"Here's the deal, I'll just tell you both and you decide which is which. Okay so reason one is I felt bored and since I didn't text back this morning, because I hate texting I decided to call instead."

Blaine paused and Kurt knew he wanted a response before he carried on.

"And the second reason?"

"And the second reason is I wanted to hear the sounds of you breathing and making little noises so I can store them in my wank bank for later." Blaine burst out laughing then and Kurt could swear he could sense him wink at the end of that sentence. Kurt really didn't know which one was the real answer. It was Blaine after all.

"I hate you."

"Hate sex is much better."

Kurt's thoughts drifted to his dream last night, he guessed you could probably class that as 'hate sex' it was full of feverish kisses and biting and…

"Kurt? Kurt are you okay? Oh my god you're imagining us have hate sex right now aren't you!" Blaine laughed and Kurt flushed.

"No!" Kurt screamed and a few remaining students who hadn't gotten to the lunch room yet stared at him and Kurt lowered his voice to a whisper. "Seriously what is your problem?"

"My problem is that you're not on your back right now or bent over or maybe on your knee-"

"OH MY GOD STOP IT." Kurt did shout this time and effectively hung up flinging his phone in his bag. Not even caring if Blaine called back or texted him or anything. He stormed back into the dining room and sat forcefully on the chair and clonked his head on the table, gaining a shocked squeal from Rachel, which was completely unnecessary.

"Kurt are you okay?" Rachel sounded genuinely worried, but Kurt suspected she was just practicing her dramatic acting skills.

"Just peachy." Kurt mumbled into the table.

"I'm guessing that was Blaine?" Mercedes asked casually, like nothing was weird about this situation.

"Blaine? Whose Blaine?" Rachel's devastated-at-Kurt's-pain voice was replaced by a genuine curiosity. "I didn't know you had a boyfriend Kurt!" Rachel said loudly, gaining a few curious glances.

Kurt's head shot up. "He is not my boyfriend! He's my dad's fiancée's son, aka my future step brother."

"His future gorgeous step brother." Mercedes added with a giggle which was cut short by Kurt's death glare.

"Oh my god Kurt! A forbidden love! Like Romeo and Juliet!" Rachel dramatically rested her chin in her hands and sighed dreamily.

"Remind me why I hang out with you again?" Kurt asked, "It is not 'forbidden love' or anything like that, he's a pompous douche bag and I'll soon have to live with him. End of story."

Rachel pouted obviously prepared for some epic love story. Kurt tried to imagine things if Blaine wasn't Angela's son, if instead of Burt coming in and telling him Blaine was his future step son Blaine was just another guy Kurt met in the Lima Bean. Would they be dating now? Is Blaine even interested in a relationship? Kurt shook the thoughts out of his head, there is no point thinking about that. Him and Blaine could never be a 'thing'.

The rest of the week rolled by uneventful, Blaine kept texting him inappropriate things and chat up lines that made Kurt laugh more than swoon or drop his pants. Once Blaine had texted 'Roses are red violets are blue, I'm looking at your ass can I touch it too' Kurt laughed at that for the next hour and still giggled when thinking about it.

Friday rolled around quicker than Kurt wanted, he knew from earlier on in the week that Blaine was staying for the weekend, Angela was going to visit her sister and Burt offered to let Blaine stay since he didn't really like going to Michigan. This meant that Friday after school Kurt and Blaine would be alone for most of the night because Burt was taking the late shift.

Kurt was straightening up his hair when Mercedes came running over.

"Kurt there is a huge sale on at the mall, you coming?"

"I wish I could Cedes," Kurt sighed. "But Coach Sue has ordered an emergency cheerio practice."

Mercedes studied Kurt finally taking in the uniform.

"Oh yeah wondered why you were wearing that, you usually on wear it on days of practice."

"Fashion is important to me, even Sue can respect that." Kurt laughed.

"Okay well catch you later Kurt!" Mercedes waved and Kurt said goodbye.

The emergency cheerio practice was a joke, Sue just ordered around everyone more than normal it was completely pointless, just another way for Sue to 'feel alive'. He felt sore everywhere after and couldn't wait to get home and slip into the shower.

Kurt's plans were cut short however when he pulled up in his driveway and saw Blaine's car. Crap. He had forgotten Blaine was staying and his dad would have left by now to go to work. He had hoped Blaine was in the guest room so he could slip past him without him noticing he was a cheerleader; he really did not need THAT right now.

Luck wasn't on his side today though.

"Hi Ku-" Blaine stopped mid sentence when he caught sight of Kurt, Kurt watched as Blaine slowly raked his eyes over his body and licked his lips. "Damn Hummel, you're a cheerleader?"

"No I was just practicing trick or treating." Kurt retorted and sauntered past a gob smacked Blaine.

"You know I don't really mind you being all sassy with me, you shake your ass more when you walk." Blaine commented following Kurt into the kitchen.

Kurt poured himself a glass of water, placed it on the counter and turned around ready to make a witty comeback but he came face to face with Blaine, their lips only inches apart. Kurt could feel Blaine's breathe on his lips, he could smell it, (It smelt like coffee and cinnamon) he could almost taste it. Kurt was about to move away but he couldn't bring himself to move.

Blaine sensed his hesitation and took full advantage, grabbing Kurt's waist, swiftly turning him around and pinning him to the wall. Blaine inched closer to Kurt's lips, his eyes fluttering shut as he closed the gap between them.