Yo. I'm CorieChan. And I've decided to write a 100 Themes all for my current obsession, Baljeet and Buford. Please enjoy.

I'm going to drabble. Enjoy. The world needs more BSquared. And while I wait for my scanner/drawing issue to be fixed...I'll attempt to write. Keyword. Haa.
I'm going to attempt to update every few days...we'll see how that goes. Heh.
Please for the love of everything holy, review. I'm so afraid of taking this pairing and murdering it. D:

Based on the 100 Themes Challenge from deviantart. Variation 3.

1: Blink.

Buford had the kid cornered. He smirked as he took a step forward, cracking his knuckles and hearing the person in front of him whimper. The figure knew what was coming. It was inevitable when faced with Buford Van Stomm. He stepped closer, putting his arms on either side of his captor, palms slammed firmly on the brick wall to which this person was pinned. He watched as an inaudible gulp was swallowed at the low chuckle that had escaped Buford's lips. He locked eyes with this figure, and his gaze softened; No longer the head strong bully that everyone had come to know. His arms lost their pressure on the wall, and he let them fall to his sides. The person sighed in relief, but gasped as Buford took action once more, however this time a complete turn from his previous one. Buford's hands slid around the fragile waist in from of him, pulling the figure to his body. This figure, half his size, whimpered as Buford's large hands tangled in the curly locks of dark hair. Buford smirked and brought his lips to the boy's neck. The boy tilted his head back and clung to Buford's shirt, moaning as Buford left a small mark. Buford pulled the boy in even closer before brushing those lips against his own.

"Why do you always bully me...?" The boy whispered in a breathy but seducing tone.

"Because you're MY nerd."

Buford's eyes shot open and he grit his teeth, throwing his blankets off his body in a heated frustration. He glanced over at the clock, which read a few minutes past two am.

'What in the world is going on?' Buford sat up and touched his fingertips to his lips. He replayed the scene from his dream over and over again, feeling a burning sensation in his throat. He quickly got up and ran from his room, locking himself in the nearby bathroom. 'No, no no no no! This isn't happening!'

Shutting the door, he leaned over the sink and splashed water onto his pale face, ignoring the butterflies in his stomach and the raging heartbeat in his chest. He looked up at his reflection and growled, only to have it turn into a frustrated half-yell. He turned around and slammed a fist onto the door behind him.

This wasn't the first time he'd had a dream about a boy. He'd come to terms with his sexuality sometime in middle school, around the same time all his friends-err, acquaintances, per say- started dating. But this time was...different.

He leaned his head against the door, let his fist drop from the dark wood and groaned.

"When the hell did my dreams turn into dreams about Baljeet?"