A/N: Greetings everyone! I want to say thank you all for your lovely support of my previous fic: Bad Boys Must Be Punished. It means so much to me! I hope you guys will like this one!
Couples of things:
1st: This fic is rated M, so if you are offended by sexual situations, cursing and boy on boy action, please read something else.
2nd: There will be a lot of sex in this but I am also going for a plot so please be aware of that.
3rd: This is a Klaine fic but that doesn't necessarily mean that Klaine will even be a couple at all just that they interact.
For My Story:
-Kurt and Blaine haven't met yet.
-Sebastian is a senior at Dalton and has always been there.
-Dalton is a boarding school.
-This fic takes place around Furt (right before Kurt transfers.) However, Kurt never visited Dalton and didn't meet Blaine in my story.
-This fic is written all in Blaine's perspective.
**And with that, I'm all done. I hope you guys like this story. I will take requests for any characters you would like to see in this fic. Okay, here we go…..
Whenever I wake up in the morning, I honestly just don't see the point. I
mean life is just all the same and I just don't feel like I'm worth much. I don't mean
to complain. I have it pretty good. I'm at Dalton, one of the best schools in all of Ohio
and my parents are loaded. On the surface, you may see me and think that I'm
always happy and that I'm perfectly fine but I promise you it's not the case.
There goes my alarm. It honestly feels way too early. My roommate, Jeff
is already in the shower. I rolled out of bed, and set my uniform on my bed. A lot of
the guys here complained about the uniforms but I really love mine especially the
blazer. After I had my uniform all set, Jeff walked out of the shower. He's been really
quiet recently and we've hardly talked to each other at all anymore. I quickly
stripped out of my pajamas and got into the shower. I've always felt a little
subconscious about my body. I don't feel muscular enough and I'm worried that I
have a small dick. I've never told anyone this but I actually really don't like the way
I look. I wish my eyebrows weren't so big and I wasn't so short.
The next few minutes went by really quick. I got dressed, grabbed my books
and I headed to class. My first class was French. I've honestly stopped caring about
school. I am smart and I do fine but I never pay attention in class. I was about to
doze off when my phone buzzed. When I knew my teacher wasn't looking, I looked
down at my phone and saw a text.
Nick Duval: Are you okay?
I looked behind me where I knew Nick was sitting and I typed out a rely.
Me: I'm fine. How are you?
It only took a few minutes for Nick to reply.
Nick Duval: Don't lie to me, Blaine. You haven't been yourself these past few days. What's going on? You know you can trust me.
Me: I said everything's fine.
And with that, I turned off my phone. I really do like Nick and I do trust him'
but I don't want him to know what's wrong with me. He wouldn't understand.
The day went by painfully slow but finally it ended, and now I was off to the
Warblers for practice. I sat on one of the sofas by myself. I really just wanted to go
to bed and sleep. I groaned when I saw Nick approach me and sit next to me.
"Why did you ignore my text?" Nick asked.
"I turned off my phone." I replied.
Nick nudged my shoulder playfully.
"Why? We always text each other during French."
I stood up.
"I just wasn't in the mood."
I walked away from him and sat in one of the chairs. Nick walked over to me.
"If you don't tell me what's going on, I'm telling the guidance counselor."
I rolled my eyes. Our guidance counselor was ridiculous, to say the least.
He was obsessed with all of us kids and trying to fix our problems. It was really
annoying.
"Why do you have to be so nosy? Can't you just leave me alone?" I snapped.
Nick looked into my eyes and I could see how sad he was. I didn't mean for
that to sound so harsh.
"Fine, Blaine. Don't tell me what's wrong. Just forget it. But don't you dare
ever say that no one cares about you because I do and I really tried to be there for
you but you always push me away. If you wanna be so alone, then fine. I won't
bother you anymore."
I watched as Nick walked away to talk to Jeff. I sat down and covered my
face with my arms. I can't believe how much I suck. I'm a shitty friend and a
complete dick. Nick just wanted to be there for me. Why did I keep pushing him
away? I was interrupted from my thoughts when the door opened. There he was,
the one and only Sebastian Smythe. He was pretty tall for his age, had dark brown
eyes, and very pale skin. His dick always looked huge in his pants, all of the guys
knew he was packing down there. Sebastian is the only senior in the group and
he won't ever let you forget it. He's practically royalty around here. If you're his
friend, you're popular, and if you're not his friend, well he will destroy you. He is
also incredibly promiscuous. He fucked about every boy in this school. Oh yeah?
Another thing. Almost everybody at this school is gay. It's not a gay school but
it's one of the few safe schools in Ohio for gay boys to attend. Naturally, a lot of us
gays go here. Sebastian is gay but he isn't insecure in the slightest about it. He
always boasts about how much ass he got. He's really arrogant and perverted.
Sebastian walked past all of the boys and sat at the table in the center. Wes
Montgomery sat to his left and Trent Davis sat to his right. Sebastian grabbed a
mallet and slammed it against the table.
"Everyone sit down." Sebastian said.
Everyone did so.
"Excellent, first item on the agenda. Sectionals is next week and I think we
can all agree that the number we have picked is not going to give us a chance in hell
to win."
"But it's one of my favorite songs." Jeff protested.
"I'm sorry, but I didn't say that you could talk." Sebastian said curtly.
Jeff immediately bowed his head in shame.
"The number is out. Now, I have taken the liberty of selecting some current
top '40s songs that I think the Warblers would hit out of the park. I think we'll vote
on which one we want to perform. So here are the choices. The One that Got Away
by Katy Perry, Good Feeling by Flo Rida or We Found Love by Rihanna."
Trent and Wes went around the room and collected several slips of paper
with all of the Warbler's votes.
"It looks as though we will be doing The One That Got Away at Sectionals!
I think we can do We Found Love also. Well I'll sing lead for both. Mario, get to
composing!"
Mario, a young boy with long brown hair immediately nodded and left the
room.
"Very well, as a treat we'll end practice early for the weekend. But we have
double practice all next week. Don't forget! I'll see you all later."
And with that, Sebastian left the room. All of the other boys quickly left the
room until I was left alone. I wasn't alone for long though. David had come back
down and he was smirking at me.
"Hey there, babe." He said.
"Hi David." I replied.
David had dark skin with bright blue eyes. He was almost as tall as me but
he made up for it in his muscle mass. He was really ripped.
"So do you have any plans tonight?" He asked.
I shook my head.
"No, I'm probably just going to get to bed."
I tried to walk past him but he stopped me.
"Why don't I join you?"
"I'm really not in the mood today, David."
"Not in the mood to fuck, Anderson? What's up with you?"
"Nothing. I'm fine."
"Then why are you resisting a good fucking?"
I'll always remember that moment in my life. That was the moment where I
honestly just didn't give a shit anymore. I fucking love guys. I love everything about
them. I love dick and I love ass. I love having sex, it feels amazing. Why would I
deprive myself of a basic human survival need?
"I'm not resisting. I'm in. My place or yours?" I asked.
"Mine. My roommate is away for the weekend."
I walked with David up to his room. Once David opened up the door and
closed it, he attacked my lips with his own. He circled his tongue around my lips
demanding entrance. When I opened my mouth, David stuck his tongue inside and
soon we were French kissing each other. David sat on the bed and stared at me.
"Strip!" He commanded.
I did as he said, taking off my clothes one at a time. I was hoping that David
would like what he saw. I know if I was him, I wouldn't be interested in me. It didn't
seem David felt the same way I did because he was drooling. While I danced around
the room, he started jerking himself off, watching my ass in particular. David
opened one of his drawers and found the lubricant. He squirted some onto his
fingers and then stuck his index finger into my asshole. I tensed up for a moment
before relaxing. I wasn't a virgin but I hadn't had sex in a while. I took deep breaths
as David added another finger and then another, stretching my ass out. I was on
my hands and knees spread out doggy style on his bed. David lined up his cock with
my ass and I helped lead his cock into my ass before David started thrusting hard.
David was yelling obscenities at me and calling me a slut and a whore. I didn't like to
be called that but I didn't want to tell him that. The sex was feeling good but I just
feel so empty inside. David was known to not last very long and sure enough, David
shot his cum inside of me pretty quickly. He slowly slid his cock out of my ass and
smiled at me.
"Good lay, Blaine." David said with a smile.
"Aren't you gonna help me finish off?" I asked.
"Oh I'm sorry, I have to get going. Another time."
And with that, David walked out of his own room, leaving me alone. I stayed
naked and I thought about a hot guy with a ripped chest, a huge cock and a well
sculptured ass, I imagined him fucking my ass and grabbing at my cock. It didn't take
me long to cum. As I cleaned myself up, I wondered if I would ever find a guy like the
one I just had in my fantasy.