This story started out as my attempt at something smutty and plotless and it just turned into this by accident but I hope you enjoy :)
Disclaimer: Don't own these characters, lets thank Ryan Murphy for that.
"Urgh," I pulled up my cream turtleneck annoyed after inspecting the purple and yellow bruising that cascaded from mid neck to collarbone, but once everything was neat I pulled it down again and couldn't help but smile. My boyfriend gave me that. My sexy, beautiful boyfriend. Who wanted me.
I rested back on the wide windowsill and waited for Mercedes to come and fetch me from my hiding place in the McKinley High girls' bathroom, which was the only place in the school, that no one would bother me. My phone vibrated and pulling it out found a text from the aforementioned boyfriend.
Hey baby, I miss you already - especially after this weekend ;) – B
My hand went to my neck automatically and I knew I was blushing but it didn't matter, at least the blood was in my head and not my tail which was pretty surprising considering what kind of weekend we had. Memories of Blaine's hands all over me, his hot body pressed onto mine, his lips on my skin, him inside me…
I know, a whole night apart! Oh you're making me blush. – K
I had just pressed send when Mercedes walked in went to the mirror and pushed the small Freshmen I hadn't noticed before out the way by just looking at her. She started babbling about her stressful morning and smoothing her crazy hair down and starting on her make-up; Mercedes parents were very Christian and they didn't approve of her 'pimping' herself up with make-up and what not so this was our morning ritual.
"Are you even listening to me white boy?" She snapped and eyed me in the mirror and I couldn't help but blush because my thoughts were far from sharable.
"Of course I'm listening!" I quipped back, "just slightly tired, that's all…" She looked at me curiously until a grin spread across her face.
"You're filthy Kurt Hummel!" I opened my mouth to protest but all I could do was smile inanely, "oh my God, details, now!"
The week passed too slowly for my liking, especially since I had finally owned up that Blaine and I were having sex and Mercedes had once again proved herself incapable of keeping a secret. I wasn't seeing Blaine again until Saturday and normally that would be OK but Santana and Brittany had absolutely no qualms about getting into details.
"So he is a midget all over?" "I bet he took you from behind didn't he?" "I wouldn't be surprised if you don't have a gag reflex." "Do you make dolphin noises?" (Oh Brit 3)
Thursday morning I woke up with an insatiable feeling in my gut, the same kind I used to get when I started being intimate with Blaine but wouldn't masturbate because, well it used to make me uncomfortable to be honest. I started pushing our boundaries too much and eventually we had to have one of the most awkward conversations of my life (along with the 'talk' with my Dad, oh GOD.)
"Kurt we're not having sex," Blaine said firmly as I attempt to get my hand in his pants.
"Oh come on," I whined, I was so hard, "I need to fuck you." I slapped my hand over my mouth as soon as I said it, "oh God I'm so sorry!" He laughed that adorable laugh and I realised I completely meant what I had just said and tried again but was once again stopped.
"Look I know you're frustrated but Kurt we're not having sex because you won't touch yourself OK?" I nodded but I was humiliated that he had just said that. "We'll just regret it and it will be over in 30 seconds since you're wound tighter than a fucking clock," why does Blaine swearing turn me on so much?
"What are we going to do?" I cried out still so embarrassed at how hard I was and how firmly I was being rejected.
"No, it's what you are going to do," I arched an eyebrow, "Kurt play with yourself." Blaine said looking me straight in the eyes with a deep lust.
"Wh-what? No! I can't…"
"Right now, here, for me, do it," and for some reason under his honey hazel eyes, the slight smirk he was wearing, the way he leaned in and his breath was hot on my neck. I had to do it.
I rested my head on my locker, it was only 3rd period and I was sure I was going to die; what's wrong with me! I'd cum 4 times already today and yet my lower abdomen was tight and full of those fuzzy feelings that I normally got when Blaine was kissing the base of my neck or my ribcage. "Damn!" I slammed my locker door closed and immediately regretted it.
"What's up with lady-boy today?" The familiar voice was not something I wanted to deal with today.
"Leave me alone Dave," I huffed and tried to storm past him but he caught me harshly.
"Hey you don't tell me what to do got it!" He pulled me in closer and our chests met and I felt just how toned the jock was and- "What the fuck?" He pushed me but only after a few seconds, he enjoyed it. "Am I turning you on, you fucking fag!" He slammed me into the locker bank and I sat on the floor for a while, not able to stand up without everyone knowing exactly what he was talking about so I just waited for someone to come and find me.
"Kurt?" Oh fuck no.
"Rachel I'm not really in the mood," I said bluntly not looking up at the girl.
"You know you're supposed to be in class right?" Her voice was grating and I could feel her big brown eyes judging me.
"I know…" I pulled my knees further into my chest, my 'problem' had faded but I still felt humiliated and worried about Karfosky – Did he think he was because of him?
"What's wrong? You know I've been told I'm an amazing ear for listening, I can really see the root of the problem and I mean it's probably because well I'm not as perfect as everybody thinks that I am-"
"'KarofskyfeltmyerectioandnnowI'mreallyscared." Rachel looked at me for a few seconds before sitting down next to me.
"Why did you- Um- You know?"
"I'm not seeing Blaine until Saturday and-" I blushed deeply.
"You're letting your thoughts get the best of you?"
"Mhm… Do you think he'll do anything?"
"Dave? I don't know…" She looked at the floor thoughtfully, "he wouldn't do anything like that would he?" I shrugged helplessly, would he? If he thought I had feelings for him back then maybe he would push himself upon me and there would be absolutely nothing I could do to stop him. "Don't worry Kurt, we won't let anyone hurt you OK? I'll get Puck or Finn to talk to him and make sure he doesn't have anything planned." I hugged her and we went to class making up some 'I-was-feeling-queasy-but-I'm-miraculously-better-now' excuse but in fact I did feel queasy.
"BLAINE ANDERSON COME BACK HERE!" I shouted at the empty chair that was placed in his Dalton dorm, he had clothes poking out from the corner of the screen telling me he had cleaned up the parameter I would see but no more and it was annoying me that I couldn't do anything about the mess.
"I'm sorry my princess, just…" He glanced off screen almost nervously, "DAVID FUCK OFF!"
"Why are you so wound up?" I said brightly, I didn't want Blaine to know anything was wrong, he didn't need to know about Karfosky and anyways, I just wanted to have some fun tonight.
"No reason," he lied badly, "oh fine it's just I had a text from a certain Rachel Berry telling me that you have been having naughty thoughts, about me, at school?" I don't know how Blaine managed to look so seductive but he did, his bushy eyebrows were raised slightly and he was wearing one of those tight V-necks…
"Well not necessarily at school," I began feeling flushed, "just well, it's like before."
"Before…?"
"When I wouldn't, you know, touch myself," I whispered the last bit because I don't know who would barge in but Blaine didn't look mocking at all, he understood I wasn't so comfortable with sex.
"Have you-"
"YES LIKE SIX TIMES TODAY BUT I JUST NEED MORE AND I DON'T KNOW AND I'M SO FRUSTRATED!" I shouted at him running my hands through my hair not even caring anymore, my whole body was in a constant state of restlessness and I had tried drawing or planning outfits or doing work but I couldn't concentrate properly. Blaine didn't answer for a while he just sat looking at me with those beautiful eyes when he suddenly smiled.
"Didn't Santana get you a special present for your birthday?"
"Wha- Oh," my eyes went to my wardrobe, in the back corner was a box with a bag in it with another box in it and in that box- "What are you thinking?"
"A little show," he sounded so calm but my heart was pounding angrily already, "you can hear and see me and feel something, in you… I know it's not the same and um, if you think it's weird," he was blushing and rubbing his neck in the way he did when he thought he was being judged.
"Oh my God this is one of your kinks isn't it!" I remembered a vague conversation were Blaine had implied he wanted to try some unusual things.
"Well what if it is?"
Got the title from Paper Dolls - Kill Hannah, so check them out if you want :)