When Blaine Anderson moved to Lima, Ohio and transfered to William McKinley High School, the last thing he expected was Kurt Hummel.

Although, for the record, most people don't expect Kurt Hummel. That's part of his "charm".

Blaine was at his locker on his first day, putting his newly recieved textbooks inside, when he suddenly felt warm lips brushing against his ear, and a hand on his ass.

"Hey there, new kid", a high voice dripping with sex whispered into his ear. "Want me to give you a tour? First stop: the janitor's closet."

Blaine shudders harshly, pushing the body off of him, his voice embarrasingly squeeky.

"E-excuse me!?"

Kurt chuckles, running his hand across Blaine's shoulder and down to his bicep, squeezing gently.

"You heard me. Nice arms, by the way."

When Blaine looks up to see the person who has the nerve to talk to him like this, his jaw drops.

The boy in front of him is the most gorgeous person he's ever seen.

Beautiful, perfectly coiffed, brown hair and pale skin fill his eyes, an odd contrast to the leather jacket and ungodly tight skinny jeans the boy is wearing.

Kurt chuckles.

"Honey, either put that mouth to good use, or close it. You'll let flies in."

Blaine swallows and blushes, grabbing his bag and shutting his locker.

"I-I um...h-have to...uh, class."

Kurt laughs softly, leaning in close, running his fingers along Blaine's cheek and jaw.

"Mmm. Such a way with words."

Blaine gulps, staring into Kurt's eyes, his toes curling and knees shaking.

Kurt grins and lightly pats Blaine's cheek.

"Well, see ya!"

He saunters off, swinging his hips  without looking back, grinning wickedly, knowing without looking that Blaine is staring at his ass.

When Blaine finally tears his eyes away, after Kurt turns the corner, he leans against his locker and lets out a huge, shuddering sigh and mutters, "This is going to be much harder than I thought."

Blaine looks down at his crotch and groans, slamming his head back against the locker and shutting his eyes.

"No pun intended."