"I'm totally off the clock now, Rachel. I'm not a Warbler, I'm just Blaine. I'm not even wearing my uniformed." Blaines voice didn't have the faintest hint of a shake. Not the lightest essence of a lie. If only he could say.
Rachel just smiled and they continued on into the back room.
Blaine was not happy, because Blaine had a secret. He would never dream about telling anybody, but sometimes, he felt so odd about it. Like he should tell. But he knew they would judge him. He knew they would spit words at him, tell him he needed help. He knew that Kurt would break up with him.
They would think he was a freak. A weirdo. That kid in class who eats paste.
But Blaine just wanted somebody to talk to about it. He shook it off for the rest of the night.
# ThreeHoursBefore #
Blaine was bored. He sat on his bed, waiting for Kurt to come pick him up and take him to Rachels house. He was only in jeans and a white T-Shirt, but he planned to change into a less casual outfit before they left.
He looked all around the room. He looked at his ceiling. he looked at his dresser. he looked in the mirror on his wall. He unfocused and just looked. And then he looked over at his dresser again.
No. He promised he would stop. He promised that he would quit. Just for Kurts sake. He had a problem and he knew Kurt was the type of person to address this sort of thing. He just didnt want to be put down for it, as he knew Kurt would yell at him.
Kurt didnt know how Blaine felt. When they were kissing, Blaine just wanted to scream it out. When they made cookies, he just wanted to yell it. At school, he was comfortable and collected. The way the blazer made him feel sent shivers through his spine.
Blaine gave into the pressure and hopped off his bed, proceeding to the dresser with complete and absolute caution. He opened up the bottom drawer and pulled out a perfectly folded blazer. He unwrapped the soft cloth and held it against his smooth skin. He breathed in the scent of Dalton and exhaled in bliss, sighing, wishing he was there. He quietly turned the lock on his door and shut the blinds. He pulled out a large mirror from behind his dresser and propped it on top of his bedside table.
He then pulled the blazer on carefully moaning as he did so he felt his pants become tighter. When Blaine looked in the mirror, he nearly lost it right then. "Yeah," he moaned. "Aren't you beautiful? Oh yes."
He patted the front of his pants and then stroked his hands up the blazer and grabbed the button. He slid it through the hole with delicacy.
Blaine couldn't take it anymore. One more look in the mirror and his pants were now soiled with his own cum.
Blaine looked in the mirror once more and took of the jacket.
"I think now is a good time to get ready for Rachels party." He whispered to the jacket seductively. "I wish I didnt have to, we could do this all night."
Blaine reluctantly slipped off the blazer and placed it back in the drawer, but before doing so he gave it a light kiss on the collar and whispered. "I never want to let you go."