Blaine heads home from school, exhausted from all of the excitement.

He walks up to his room and locks the door, groaning when he thinks about the gorgeous boy with porcelian skin and piercing blue-green eyes. He hates the fact that he's falling for the totally cliched bad boy.

As he sits down and thinks about it, he realizes that, while Kurt is a bad boy, he's definitely an unusual one.

For starters, he's gay. He's also a lot more delicate looking than Blaine thought a bad boy ought to look.

He shrugs and begins to do his favorite after-school activity, masturbating.

But, unlike before, he actually has someone to think of while he's doing it.

No matter how hard he tries to push the thoughts of Kurt out of his head, he can't.

Later that evening, as he's doing his homework, Blaine's phone rings.

The caller ID shows a number he doesn't recgonize, and not wanting to be rude, he quickly answers.

"Hello?"

The voice on the end comes out smooth and with a hint of a smirk.

"Hey, babe."

Blaine's eyebrows fly up.

"K-Kurt!? How did you get my number!?"

Blaine can practically hear Kurt rolling his eyes.

"Remember when I was holding your bag earlier? I went through your phone. I have to say, I was pretty disappointed with the lack of nude pics, but I suppose you can just send me those later."

He sighs and rubs his temple with his finger, ignoring Kurt's last statement and trying to ignore the pounding of his heart.

"O-oh...right."

"So......listen, babe. I was thinking...you should come over tomorrow after school. We could practice a duet......or something."

Blaine rolls his eyes.

"I'm not that stupid, Kurt."

Kurt fakes being shocked.

"What!? I'm going to....do anything. I just want to watch you sing and imagine your lips around my-"

"Goodnight, Kurt."

Kurt sighs.

"Whatever. Night, Blaine. But I'm not giving up."

Blaine hangs up with a groan, wondering how much longer it will be until he cracks and gives into Kurt Hummel.