A/N: Okay, I'm like a week old in this fandom and should really be working on my other stories, but this hasn't left me alone since I found my way here. Just a (kind of) SMUTTY, AU, OOC shot in the dark. I have the feeling my mind will turn traitor and think up a plot and turn this into a story, but for now it's just a oneshot.

Enjoy all! Don't own. All mistakes are mine. I'm pretty sure this is still a T rating, but some may consider it M? Those two always get me. I never know when I'm being too safe or tripping into the porn zone. Plus I know different people have different ways of measuring what they're comfortable with.

EDIT May 28, 2011: POV's, in this story start with Kurt and then move to Dave after every bold italic mind shout (Yes, those are mind their minds shouting at them.). For people who don't understand: Kurt, Dave, Kurt, Dave. Hope that helps. I am also working on the next chapter. I promise it won't be this confusing. More explanations next time. I'm glad people are enjoying this!

This shouldn't be happening! Push him away, push him away, push him away!

YOU DON'T WANT HIM!

He leans in again and suddenly your hands are on his chest, fingers digging in.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING!

Your mind screams at you, but you don't care. You've waited forever to do this. And not just to do it, but do it with him. You slide your hands through his hair, and get rewarded with a growl. In all your fantasies you never even thought he could make a noise like that. You slide your hands down to cup his ass.

THAT'S KAROFSKY KURT!

His tongue plunges into your mouth when you gasp. You're shocked, but turned on. Nobody has ever touched you like this. Hell, you've never been touched period. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull yourself up. He pulls you closer and pushes you both into the locker while you wrap your legs around his waist. You pull him as close as you can with your legs and rub your cocks together. He breaks the kiss and buries his head in your neck with a moan. Oh! You know what he's doing to you, but you really had know idea what you were doing to him. Your head drops to his shoulder when he starts to match the rhythm you've set.

ANYONE COULD SEE!

You don't care. Not when who you've always wanted is willingly plastered against you. You just move with him, slow and frantic at the same time. You let the moans fall from your lips while his whimpers send you higher. That's the noise of your fantasies, and you suddenly feel hate. You hate the fact that there's probably someone out there that's heard him make that noise before. That this person has probably heard all of the noises your Kurt has made. He's too… too everything to not have someone out there waiting for him. He probably has them lined up waiting, while you've never had anyone. You didn't think you'd get this lucky, not with him. It's selfish and you know it, but you want him to remember you. Only you.

WHAT WILL THEY THINK?

You couldn't care less about anyone else right now. Not when he's used one hand to pull your collar aside and attached his lips. Not when teeth and tongue and lips are matching what your hips are doing to each other. Not when you realize you're wrong. Not when your breathing's ragged and your heart's racing and your body's letting go.

WHAT WILL THEY DO?

You don't give a damn, because you can feel him cum. Liquid heat spilling out from him triggering your release. The sharp pain in your right shoulder is the last thing you feel before the pleasure takes you under.

\o/\o/\o/

You're whispering to him when you come back to yourself. You immediately shut up when the words register with you. You don't think he'd appreciate it coming from you. Not when that nameless, faceless man keeps popping into your mind. You finally notice that you're on your knees with him sitting on your lap. You both pull back and look at each other.

WHAT WILL YOU DO?

You don't want this to end. You're thinking that if he can get over his fear and you can let go of your anger, you two might have a shot together. Maybe you could get together to talk after cleaning up? You're about to ask when your phone goes off. He pulls you up, and you both spring apart. Your phone goes off again. You both stare until it goes off for the third time. You turn away as he heads for the side door. You silence your phone and head for the hallway, grateful that the only people in the school are there for clubs. You make your way to the car and, with a silent apology to Finn, head home. You think about turning left and going after him, but in the end go right and head home. First order of business would be a shower. It's funny, you didn't notice that you were sticky and cold when you were sitting on him. And it didn't feel wrong at the time, but it sure does now.

WHAT WILL HE DO?

You sat in your truck for five full minutes talking yourself out of going to find him. You convince yourself that it wouldn't be fair to either of you. You can't come out and he couldn't stay in. You make your way inside and head to your room. You strip and glance at yourself in the mirror. You see a bite mark on your right shoulder, along with fingerprints digging in on both sides. You grab some sweats and head for the shower. With a sigh you step under the spray. It would have been nice to talk to anyone about this. You remind yourself to text Azimio. Any lie would do, just not the truth.

WHAT WILL HAPPEN NOW?

You call Mr. Schue and tell him you had a stomach ache and went home. You apologize and ask him to tell Finn. You don't think he'll care, but want him to know anyway. You thank him, he hopes you feel better. You crawl under the covers after you hang up. You hope he calls. He probably won't, considering that there's really no reason for him to have your number. And you don't have his, so that option is out.

You roll over and close your eyes. A nap wouldn't hurt.

WHAT HAPPENS NOW?

You don't hear back from Az, but that's not unusual when he gets blown off. You look at your phone, wishing for his number. There's no reason he'd have yours, not when you treat him the way you do.

You flop onto your bed and bury your face in the pillow. Sleep is always a nice option.

A/N: I have a plot for this now. Damn bunnies! This is going to be marked as complete for now, just because I need to work on my other stories.

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