Contains Maturbation (nothing explicit) and indirect spoilers for SLS.
Just a little drabble that came about after Blaine bought socks at GAP. I blame Jess for this, she decided to ship Blaine/socks, so I just had to write about it!
I wrote this on my Blackberry on the bus home from work, so sorry if it sucks!
I do not own Glee, if I did, Klaine would be canon already!
Blaine kicked his shoes off as he locked the door to his and Kurt's shared dorm room, he headed towards the his bed, discarding his bag on the floor and pulling off his blazer and shirt. He stopped only briefly to remove the remainder of his clothing before jumping onto his bed, Kurt really needed to stop dancing like that or Blaine's head was going to explode!
Luckily, Kurt was off to Lima to see his friends from Mckinley for a couple of hours, so the older boy had their room to himself. Thinking about the way Kurt had grinded against him during practice, Blaine reached into his bedside cabinet to pull out his secret weapon, but he couldn't find it, so he reached onto the floor and picked up the first sock he could find, not caring if it was dirty. Laying back on his pillows, he put the sock over his already hard member and began to stroke himself. You see, Blaine loved the additional friction created by the sock, not that he would ever admit it to anyone of course.
Thinking, once again, of Kurt and the way he had gyrated against him minutes earlier in the choir room, Blaine moaned as he stroked himself harder, Kurt's name slipping from his lips as he imagined the junior's hand in place of his. Bringing a hand up to pinch his nipples, Blaine's back arched off the bed as he let out along, breathy groan, the hand on his member working at a very fast pace; he knew it wouldn't be long before he reached his climax, with these images of Kurt swimming through his mind.
He did not hear a key turn in the lock and the door open, or see the shocked face of his room mate; but he did hear Kurt say "Um Blaine...that's my sock."