Kurt was writhing helplessly on his bed, emitting miniscule whimpers as Blaine lay gently on top of him, worshipping his neck.

'You ok beautiful?' Blaine pulled away to ask, his golden eyes melted with lust. Kurt could only nod, speechless with the new pleasure assaulting his body and mind.

'Give in Kurt, trust me my angel.' Blaine whispered reverently into Kurt's ear. Kurt grabs Blaine's head by his damp curls and brings their lips together in a bruising kiss. Blaine gasps at Kurt's sudden boldness and Kurt shocks him even further by thrusting his tongue into Blaine's parted mouth. As their tongues meet for the first time, Kurt shudders as he begins to come.

Kurt's orgasm launched him into reality. He wakes up, confused to find his boxers sticky with his release and the memory of the sensual dream clear in his mind. Kurt slumped sated and surprised into his pillow, guilt coursing through him. Blaine is my friend, I shouldn't be having dreams about him! Kurt thought miserably.

But he probably would like that he caused you to have your first dirty dream, he did write an adult fan fic about you! Another voice argued.

Kurt shook his head, as if trying to expel the thought. He turned over and tried to get back to sleep, trying to ignore the feel of phantom hands still caressing his skin and the memory of Blaine's weight on top of him.

Kurt wakes up a few hours later to the sound of his phone. He groaned as he saw it was a tumblr message from Blaine that read: Good morning fine sir, free to chat today?

How am I supposed to face him now after my inappropriate dream last night?! , Kurt thought panicked.

I'll have to distract myself with talking about something really unsexy, Kurt decided. He replied yes to Blaine and logged onto AIM straight away when his laptop loaded.

Hands trembling slightly, Kurt began to type.

Kurt: I'm ready to talk about School now

Blaine: Oh, ok I'm listening.

Kurt: There's this Neanderthal that has made it his mission to make my life a living hell and no one seems to notice.

Kurt: There's the usual name calling and locker slams but he just

Kurt took a shuddering breath and stopped typing, his hands still poised over the keys frozen.

Blaine: Kurt, are you ok?

Kurt: I guess I'm not as ready to talk about it as I thought.

Blaine: That's ok I completely understand, and I had my fair share of experience of bullies myself

Kurt: I'm sorry.

Blaine: at my sadie Hawkins dance, these guys beat the crap out of us. So I understand, really.

Kurt: Those jerks. What did you do, if you don't mind me asking.

Blaine: I ran Kurt, I came to Dalton simple as that.

Kurt: I can't afford Dalton.

Blaine: You can refuse to be the victim. Prejudice is just ignorance, Kurt.

A few tears ran down Kurt's face, splattering his keyboard. In that moment he did not feel alone.

Blaine: I'm here for you Kurt, so here's my number. 07211802164 Text me whenever you want.

Kurt typed out his number, a surge of hope going through him.

Kurt: Thank you, I appreciate it.

Blaine then sensing Kurt's discomfort changed the topic, he couldn't help feeling they had just got a whole lot closer.

A/N: hey, yay i updated quickly! your reviews/favs/follows def helped me to write more. hope you liked the longer chapter. anyone you notices the significance of Blaine's phone number gets a virtual cookie and a dedication in the next chapter.