Kurt shouldn’t be here. He’s still in training and if he slips up he’ll never graduate, but he can’t stay away from the gorgeous boy inside the room. He’s only going to stay for a few minutes. Just a little while to watch the tanned chest rise and fall with deep breaths and to commit the curve of the boy’s brow to memory.

Kurt thinks the boy’s name is Blaine. It’s written on a few of his trophies, and his schoolbooks. It’s a unique name. Kurt likes it. He’d been sent a few weeks ago to help the boy-spread some magic into his life by giving him sweet dreams-when he’d fallen desperately in love. It’s stupid, Kurt knows that but every night since he first saw Blaine, he’s shown up to watch Blaine sleep and fantasise about what life could be like.

Kurt is just about to leave when Blaine stirs. Kurt stills, his heart beating a million times a minute as Blaine turns to look at him on his bedside table, sitting on top of his lamp.

“You’re here.” Blaine says, voice slurred from sleep, “I thought I’d dreamt you up.”

Kurt flutters his wings anxiously and looks at Blaine, takes in how his face looks when he smiles. Blaine extends a cautious hand that Kurt stands on. Blaine brings him down to his chest where Kurt sits, blushing as he holds onto Blaine’s nipple to keep his balance.

“You’re beautiful.” Blaine breathes. Kurt blushes even harder and fidgets.

“Are you a boy?” Blaine asks. Kurt nods slowly, relaxing enough to cross his legs and sit. Blaine sucks in a sharp breath and runs his finger down Kurt’s front, stopping just before his hips. “You’re not all boy though, are you?”

Kurt glares and gets up to leave, flapping his wings angrily when Blaine shushes him and pins Kurt’s hips with his thumb and forefinger, panicking a little.

“I’m sorry Beautiful. Forgive me?” His voice is so sad and earnest that Kurt does. Blaine lets go of Kurt and lays his hand palm down on his chest.

Kurt climbs onto it, hoping that Blaine will bring him closer to his face but stopping when Blaine gasps. Kurt looks down at where he’s straddling Blaine’s index finger and then back up at Blaine’s face, which has a queer expression on it. Kurt tilts his head at Blaine in confusion and is rewarded with a slight twitch of Blaine’s finger. It rubs up against Kurt’s pussy, causing a shock of heat to move through him. Kurt’s mouth falls open and he rolls his hips down.

“God.” Blaine whispers, enthralled. He crooks his finger up and Kurt pushes down against it again, trying to chase the heat that had gone through him the first time. He doesn’t know what it is but he suddenly wants it like nothing else.

“Here, just.” Blaine murmurs. He scoots up on the bed until he’s propped up a little on the pillows and can watch Kurt without hurting his neck.

Blaine turns his finger up the other way, so the pad of it is teasing along Kurt’s folds, gathering the wetness that has gathered and smearing it along his thighs. Kurt moans, high and loud, as he moves more quickly, trying to get the feeling of heat and pleasure to grow.

“Maybe you should…” Blaine trails off before lifting Kurt with his other hand to put him down practically on top of his nipple. Kurt whines unhappily and tries to chase Blaine’s finger. “No, here. Inside of you.”

Kurt looks at where Blaine is pointing at his hard nipple. Now that Kurt looks at it, it’s a lot smaller than Blaine’s finger had been and it may fit in that place between his legs that he’d never understood what the need for it was. He spreads his legs and lowers himself onto Blaine’s nipple. It feels strange inside him, big and burning a little but he likes it. It makes a pulse of wetness slide down around the nipple and onto Blaine’s chest.

Kurt isn’t sure what to do next but he doesn’t have to do anything as Blaine breathes in. His chest expands, pushing his nipple up into Kurt while he grips the skin in front of him and moans shakily. It hits a place that has Kurt throwing his head back, trying to make time freeze so that he can stay in this moment where Blaine is surrounding him, and touching a place inside of him that makes pleasure spread to his toes.

Of course, Blaine has to breathe out and when he does Kurt loses the pressure on that spot inside of him. Kurt leans forward, then back, rocking on Blaine’s nipple to try and make it touch there again. Blaine breathes in and Kurt moans again as he feels the nipple filling him up so perfectly.

“Touch yourself.” Blaine groans. Kurt looks up at his face, surprised at the raw hunger there, then behind him when registers the wet squelching sound.

Blaine is touching himself, his penis standing up red and proud against his stomach while he looks down at Kurt.

“Where?” Kurt asks timidly. Blaine groans and tilts his head back, the squelching sounds speeding up as he looks back down at Kurt.

“Just in front of where I’m in you.” Blaine says. Kurt blinks but nonetheless brings his hand down to feel where Blaine is stretching him open, and then a little in front.

He involuntarily clenches down on Blaine’s nipple when he finds what Blaine must have known was there. It’s a hard nub that makes everything sharper. Blaine’s body is shaking, his chest moving up and down rapidly as his breathing speeds up. It’s moving his nipple around in Kurt, touching him everywhere inside as Kurt moves his fingers quickly against the outside.

Blaine is staring down at him, face full of wonder and Kurt cries out, the feeling of something more building in the pit of his stomach. He braces himself on both hands to better ride Blaine’s nipple and stares up at Blaine taking in every expression he can, from the hunger in his eyes to the barely disguised desperation that comes next.

Kurt is shaking, his hips moving greedily as he fucks himself on Blaine. The wrinkles on his nipples are rubbing against the nub outside Kurt’s pussy and he’s almost crying it feels so good. He’s almost there, he can feel it. The heat is building in his centre and Blaine is watching him, waiting for him to, to-

It feels like an explosion. It feels like someone has dipped him in warm honey and it’s sinking into his skin and soul. It feels like Blaine is everywhere inside of him, from his ears to his toes holding him close. It feels like sweat and the wetness he knows is all over his thighs and ass and Blaine’s chest. It feels like nothing Kurt has ever felt before.

When he recovers enough to prop himself up on his elbows and look at Blaine he’s shocked to see that Blaine almost looks like he’s in pain. He whines and sits up, moaning sadly at the emptiness he feels when Blaine’s nipple slips out of him.

“What can I do? I want to make you feel like that.” Kurt says softly. Blaine smiles down at him and wets his lips.

“Just touch me. Please.” He adds. Kurt looks back to where Blaine’s dick is sliding wetly through his hand.

“There?” He asks. Blaine nods and bucks his hips up. Kurt crawls over to where Blaine’s hand is moving and looks at it. He puts his hand on Blaine’s, barely covering his thumbnail, and Blaine slows down until he stops.

Kurt looks at Blaine’s cock. It’s an angry red and there’s a dark vein that runs along it. Kurt runs his hand over the vein and shivers when he realises its solid. Without thinking, he climbs onto Blaine’s dick and presses where he’s wet and twitching against the vein. It presses in between his folds, a gorgeous pressure where Kurt wants it. Blaine groans and strokes the back of his hand down Kurt’s back.

“Just like that Beautiful. Come on.” He whispers. Kurt throws his head back and starts riding it for all he’s worth.

Blaine’s moans tell him when something feels good, and apparently licking at the salty liquid that’s dribbling out of the top of his cock feels good. Kurt keeps licking as he rolls his hips down against the vein. The heat is coming on faster this time. Kurt can tell it won’t take long but he wants Blaine to feel it too so he keeps licking. He makes tiny appreciative noises that make Blaine cry out and fuck up into the air where Kurt is.

Kurt keeps going, the heat he’s chasing coming upon him quickly. He starts moving faster and faster, until he hears Blaine groan and then the vein underneath him starts to pulse and that’s it, Kurt’s gone. His orgasm flares with each pulse of the vein. It’s not as intense as the first, but it goes for longer, lasting until Blaine’s dick gives one last twitch then lays still.

Kurt is panting into the air when a hand plucks him from Blaine’s abdomen and puts him onto the pillow next to Blaine’s face. Blaine smiles happily before reaching over Kurt to get some tissues, which he uses to clean up the white stuff on his stomach. Kurt doesn’t know what it is but it looks sticky and Blaine is making a face as he cleans himself so it’s probably really gross.

“Hi.” Blaine says when he turns back to Kurt. Kurt just blushes and tries to hide his face in the pillow.

“Hey, no, none of that.” Blaine says, nuzzling his nose against Kurt’s chest. Kurt bites his lip and looks up at Blaine, who brushes a light finger through Kurt’s hair.

“What’s your name, Beautiful?” He asks. Kurt shakes his head-Blaine can’t know, not now.

“Can I see you again?” Blaine asks. Kurt shrugs. Time is getting harder and harder to find with classes getting harder. Graduation is soon.

“Do you like me?” Blaine asks again, frustrated. This, Kurt nods and smiles to. He’s feeling tired, like the energy is being drained from him into the pillow.

“Good. That last one’s good.” Blaine says, stifling a yawn. Kurt hides a smile and rolls until he’s curled up in the crook of Blaine’s neck. Blaine chuckles and Kurt can feel the vibrations moving through his body.

“Are you always naked?” Blaine asks. Kurt nods against his neck and can feel Blaine’s grin getting bigger.

“Even better.” He murmurs. Kurt bites his lip then presses a fleeting kiss to Blaine’s neck.

Blaine shrugs so that Kurt is squeezed in a semi-hug of sorts and then relaxes.

“I’ll see you in the morning.” He says. Kurt doesn’t nod, knowing that he’ll have to leave when Blaine falls asleep. He’s cutting it close as it is.

Kurt lingers for another hour, revelling in the warmth of Blaine’s body. He gets up reluctantly, smiling sadly at the way Blaine frowns. He’ll be a real fairy soon. One that can move amongst the world and make things better while pretending to be a human. He can’t risk that for Blaine, as much as he wants to, so he goes. He cries all the way home, cuddling into Brittany and not saying anything. It’s just another two months until he’ll be human-sized and put into his assigned place with Brittany where people need him to make their lives better.

Honestly, how bad can William McKinley High School be, anyway?