Kurt just couldn't sleep that night. He didn't know what it was, he was usually a heavy sleeper, but all he did was toss and turn for hours. Eventually, blankets wrapped awkwardly around his legs and cold sweat clinging to his body, he gave up on trying to sleep.

Kurt crossed the room, kicking Finn's belongings out of his path (he could have cleaned up a little before he went camping with Puck for the weekend) and turned on his laptop. He decided to check his Facebook, something he rarely did. He more-so signed up for the site to be a part of the trend. He didn't really care for the stalking and liking posts like most of his friends did. He honestly found it a little creepy.

He loaded the page, checking his eleven notifications and taking a quick scan through the photos Mercedes had tagged him in when a chat box popped up.

heyy there. :) up a little past your bedtime arent you? ;)

Kurt's heart began to pound, it was Blaine. Kurt and Blaine hadn't known each other for very long, but they were still good friends. They quickly found themselves attracted to one another, not that they'd ever admit it. Neither wanted to screw up their friendship. Kurt took a deep breath as he quickly typed out a sarcastic response.

Kurt: I could say the same to you, Mr. Anderson.

Blaine: insomnia. now, why're you up?

Kurt: Just feeling a little restless.

Blaine: how come?

Kurt: ...Thinking.

Blaine: ...about?

Kurt: A lot of stuff... Change of subject! How long have you been an insomniac?

Blaine: i kinda lied actually. im up for the same reason as you, my head just wont shut up.

Kurt: Ah, I see. What are you thinking about?

Blaine: ...you have to promise me you're not gonna make fun or anything...

Kurt was intrigued. Blaine wasn't usually hesitant.

Kurt: Of course not.

Blaine: ...you.

And oh, well then... Kurt didn't think he had ever blushed so hard in his entire life. It felt like someone had ignited a match against both of his cheeks and the fire just wouldn't go out. He had to know more.

Kurt: Oh... What about me?

Blaine: ...can i call you?

Kurt honestly had no idea what was going on now. Blaine had never been this shy. He couldn't possibly feel the same way, could he? Kurt shook the thought out of his mind. Of course not. He was probably thinking about everything Kurt's been going through and wanted to call him so he could hear in his voice that he was okay. Yeah, that had to be it. Kurt suddenly realized that he hadn't responded yet.

Kurt: Sure.

As if Blaine were just waiting for the word, Kurt's phone instantly started to ring. He was lucky he had it on vibrate so that he wouldn't wake his father and step-mother just upstairs.

"Hello?" Kurt answered, his voice slightly gruff from not having used it for the past few hours.

Blaine let out a – Oh my God, was that a moan? - before responding, "Hi, Kurt," quite breathlessly.

Kurt cleared his throat slightly awkwardly as he took a seat on his bed. "So," he stretched. "Tell me: what were you thinking about me?"

This time it was Blaine awkwardly clearing his throat... A long pause... A sigh. "This was a mistake... Nevermind, Kurt. Go try and get some sleep."

"Blaine!" Kurt complained. "You can't just leave me hanging like that."

Blaine hissed something incoherent under his breath. "Fine, you wanna know what I was thinking?"

"I really do, Blaine," Kurt answered, getting slightly ticked off from the combination of Blaine's attitude and his own lack of sleep.

"I was thinking about ramming you against a wall and fucking your goddamn brain's out, okay?" Blaine rushed.

Kurt's entire world stopped turning. Blaine was thinking about him, not just romantically but... but sexually. Kurt couldn't help the slight hard-on he got at the thought of it. It wasn't like Kurt didn't think about Blaine like that too, but he never imagined that Blaine would fantasize about him the same way. Kurt soon realized that Blaine was talking still.

"Ever since that day when you first came to Dalton in your goddamn bitch boots and bondage shorts, I can't help but think about it... I know I just made it totally awkward and totally ruined our friendship but -"

Kurt had to stop him right there. "Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"I've been thinking the exact same thing."

"W-what?"

"Blaine, you are... you're drop-dead gorgeous and... and all I can think about is just grabbing you by that stupid tie of yours and just... having my wicked way with you."

"God, Kurt, I'm so fucking hard." Kurt moaned, actually moaned, simply from the words that came out of Blaine's mouth. He wasn't even touching him – he couldn't even see him – and he had this affect on him. Kurt stripped off his pajama pants, leaving himself clad in only his boxers, as he lay back on his bed. His cock was literally throbbing. He couldn't believe he was having phone sex with Blaine Anderson.

"Me too," Kurt chocked.

"Kurt, all I ever do is think about you," Blaine confessed, the words spilling from his lips like a flood. "How soft your skin is, how great your butt looks in those damn skin-tight jeans, how fantastic it would feel to ram my cock up that tight ass..."

Kurt moaned, finally giving in to his needs and letting himself jerk off. "Mmm, Blaine..."

He continued. "Even the nights when I actually fall asleep, it only makes it worse. I dream about you and it's so vivid and it feels so real. I always wake up with a huge fucking hard-on and have to fucking jerk myself off before I can even get out of bed."

Kurt's breathing became rough and parted. "Oh God, Blaine. Don't stop talking."

Blaine went with it. "I love when I make you beg," he started, finally inserting a hand into his own boxers, grabbing himself tightly. "I love that I... Can hear you... Jerking yourself off... Just like me..." he stuttered out in breathy puffs. "S'hot... I'm... Gonna make you... My little slut... You... won't... be able to walk... in the morning."

Kurt resisted the urge to scream like the little whore he felt like. "Oh God, Blaine. I'm so close."

"Cum for me, baby." Blaine whispered and that's what did it for Kurt. He fell apart, cumming all over his bare stomach. Blaine came just a second later.

"That was..." Kurt didn't know what to say.

"Wow."

"Yeah."

Blaine returned to his usual self, instead of the sex-crazed, horny teenage boy he had been moments before. "We should really do that again some time... But you know, only if you want to."

"I most definitely want to."