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Kurt hates having those kind of a dreams. He always ends up waking up either right before or right after he…well you know. But he finds himself having one of these stupid dreams a few hours after the patio incident with Blaine.

He knows he should wake up, specially when he realizes he's in the back seat of a Mustang, one that looks awfully similar to Blaine's. There's a body on top of him, grinding against him. His arms are wrapped around the person above him, his hands gripping the toned back. He's making noises Kurt never knew he could make as hips meet hips. He vision slightly blurs and there's a face in front of him. Right before he comes, he sees curly hair and that all knowing sly smirk.

Kurt sits up the second his eyes open, feeling that sticky disgusting feeling in his pajama bottoms. He rubs his eyes before getting out of bed, walking to his bathroom. After he cleans himself up, he crawls back into bed and the second before his eyes shut to sleep he sits back up again.

It dawns on him that he just had a wet dream about the school slut.


Kurt avoids Blaine like the plague the next day. He would look around before walking down halls, making sure Blaine wasn't waiting for him somewhere. The other boy though was no where to be found.

During his last class of the day, Kurt asks to be excused to the restroom. He walks down the hall, not realizing what wing he's in till he finds himself in the D wing bathroom. He's getting ready to come out of a stall when he hears voices. He freezes, listening for whoever was in the room to leave. He hears the stall at the end open and shut, the click of the lock locking the door in place. He then hears knees hitting the tile and the obvious sound of a zipper going down. Kurt wants to repeatedly slam his head into the metal walls but he doesn't really want to make much noise. He hears what must be Blaine giving someone a blowjob at the other end of the room, god-awful slurping noises and Kurt shudders.

Whoever Blaine is sucking down quickly begins to mumble something that Kurt really doesn't want to know. He hears Blaine get up, the sound of the zipper of the jeans coming up, and the lock unlocking. Kurt hears one person leave so he risks it and opens his door. He sees Blaine at the sink washing out his mouth and Kurt tries to turn back around but Blaine catches him in the mirror.

"Well did you enjoy the show Hummel?" Kurt cringes, turning back and walking to where Blaine is standing.

"That had to be the most disgusting thing I've ever heard." Blaine opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue in the mirror. Kurt rolls his eyes as Blaine sticks his face under the tap to get water in his mouth again. He listens to Blaine swish the water around before spitting it out. "I want to say you disgust me, but I can't."

"Oh? Why's that Hummel?" Kurt glares at the male in front of him, wanting to slap that smug look off his face. Blaine inches closer to Kurt, one small step at a time. Kurt finds himself backing up until he's in the corner of the bathroom. Blaine stands with his arms on either side of Kurt's side, a leg slowing inching between Kurt's legs.

"No, we are not repeating yesterday Blaine." Blaine smiles, leaning forward like he did the day before. Kurt's eyes slip shut as Blaine's hot breath hits his neck. Then there's lips pressing lightly on his neck below his ear and Kurt can't stop the gasp that leaves his lips. Blaine smirks against Kurt's skin, his leg falling easily between Kurt's.

"Stop fighting me Hummel." Kurt brings his hands up, going to push Blaine away but instead he finds himself gripping the shirt under his jacket. Blaine grins, pressing his forehead against the spot between Kurt's neck and shoulder. Blaine's knee presses just slightly against Kurt's crotch and Kurt sighs loudly, his head rolling back with a crack as it hits the wall. "Are you done fighting Kurt?"

"N-no." Kurt curses his stupid stutter as Blaine presses his knee more. Kurt's grip on Blaine's shirt tightens and then Blaine's knee is gone, his breath on Kurt's neck is no longer there. If it wasn't for the tight grip Kurt has on Blaine's shirt, he's sure the other boy would have just walked out of bathroom, leaving Kurt alone.

"You know, I'm not sure you mean no Kurt. At least, your dick isn't saying no." Kurt opens his eyes immediately, taking a glance down. Kurt slams his head back against the wall, his cheeks and neck heating up.

"No. No this isn't happening." Blaine laughs and Kurt lets his shirt go for a second to shove at the boy hard. Blaine smirks, eyeing the stall at the end of the room. Kurt shakes his head no. No way in hell will Blaine get him in that stall so Blaine can get the pleasure of knowing he got off Kurt Hummel. Blaine begins to walk, opening the last stall, giving Kurt a look before the door shuts. Kurt weighs his options in his mind. He can either let Blaine get his way or he can just try to will it away and risk going back to class. Kurt finds his feet walking to the stall, opening the door, and stepping inside. Blaine grins, reaching around Kurt to lock the door.

"Figured you come Hummel." Kurt nods, leaning against the door as Blaine slides down to his knees. Kurt can't believe it, after trying to ignore the boy's offers for a week, he finally gave in.

"I'll never hear the end of this will I?" Blaine stops opening Kurt's skin tight jeans to look up at the other male. Kurt's not looking at Blaine but he can hear him shift on his knees.

"I…I can't do this to you Hummel." Kurt looks down at Blaine, confused. Blaine stands up, looking Kurt in the eyes. "I-"

"What do you mean you can't? You do this to almost every other boy in this school daily!" Blaine reaches around Kurt, unlocking the door soundlessly. He's almost completely out of the bathroom when Blaine speaks up again.

"You're different."


Kurt sits in his car in the parking lot, watching the bright red Mustang two rows over. Almost everyone is gone from school except a few cars including Blaine's Mustang. Finally, he watches the curly haired boy walk across the parking lot, cigarette hanging from his lips. Kurt throws his door open and marches across the parking lot before he looses his nerve. He makes it to Blaine's car before Blaine does, so he leans against the hood, waiting. Blaine finally looks up as he fishes out his keys, seeing Kurt, and sighs.

"What did you mean in the bathroom Blaine?" Blaine groans, pulling the cigarette from his mouth. He takes one last drag before throwing the cigarette to the ground, stubbing it with his toe.

"I meant nothing." Kurt moves from the hood to block driver's door. Blaine rolls his eyes, trying to get around Kurt but Kurt isn't budging. "Hummel, fuck off. I want to go home."

"Tell me the truth then." Blaine lifts his sunglasses, pushing back his curls. He's looking everywhere but at Kurt which is pissing him off. "Before you got me in that stall, you where so convinced that I'd be coming undone in there because of you but the fucking second you got me where you want me, you decide you can't because I'm what? Different? What the fuck do you mean Anderson?"

"I'm starting to really like you ok? It's scaring the shit out of me because I never have liked someone in my life! Here you are, all perfect and innocent, complete opposite of me. I couldn't do the blowjob in the bathroom because it dawned on me that I'd be just like dragging you down to my level and I couldn't fucking do that." Kurt's jaw is slack, staring at Blaine. Blaine's on the verge of tears which makes Kurt's heart drop. Kurt watches Blaine rub his eyes, trying to hide the fact that he might be crying. Then Blaine steps back a bit, looking at Kurt straight in the eyes. Kurt tilts his head a bit to the side, giving Blaine a confused stare. Blaine sighs and leans forward, pressing his lips firmly against Kurt's.