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Apples and Orgasms

Blaine managed a small doze before his alarm went off twenty minutes later. He jolted awake, then woke up again when his mother called him, saying he was going to be late. He rolled out of bed, barely doing anything to his hair, and not changing out of his sweats and T-shirt.

Kurt's eyes were wide as he watched his drowsy boyfriend stumble toward him, deeply worried. "Blaine, sweetheart, did someone in your family pass away?" He shook his head.

"No," he said softly. "I didn't sleep hardly at all last night."

"Why?" Kurt asked, curious, head cocked. Blaine turned a deep red, glancing up at him through his dark lashes. His flush deepened when he saw the color of his shirt. God, why did it have to be blue today?

It was so hard to look at him, to see his lips and his eyes and have to control himself while doing so. "I…I had a, a dream about you." Kurt smiled shyly, slightly embarrassed.

"Really? What kind of dream?" He asked quietly, stepping closer to him. Blaine inhaled sharply, breathing in Kurt's cologne and lotion.

"It…It was, well, it was certainly interesting. But it was a…" He was looking at him, trying to hint at what he was trying to convey without being blatant about it.

It took him a moment, but Kurt finally did understand.

Oh. Oh! Oh…oh my. Really? He had a dream, like that? About…about me?

I stood there with wide eyes, staring at him, confused and bewildered. "Oh," I squeaked. He folded his lips briefly, looking ashamed, if anything. I touched his arm. He finally met my eyes with his own tired ones. Poor thing.

"Um...wh-what happened?" I asked, trying to lessen his embarrassment. It only made it worse. He stumbled over his words, trying to speak without offending me. I found myself blushing as well, not taking my eyes off of him but continually wondering if I should.

"…and when I woke up I felt so awful for thinking those things about you. I didn't sleep the rest of the night," he mumbled. "But I will say, what I said last year about you not being able to be sexy was a lie. Just a flat out lie because, Kurt Hummel, you have to be the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life." I looked down, shaking my head.

"Blaine, you don't have to lie," I whispered.

"What?" He blanched.

"You don't have to lie about that. I know I'm not sexy. Baby penguins cannot be sexy, remember? I dress cute, but without that I'm," I looked at the floor. "I'm not pretty, Blaine. And I'm certainly not sexy."

I could have hit him, I really could have. He didn't think…? How could he not? He always seemed so confident with himself but I guess…

"Hey," I held his face, making him look at me. I kissed him, right there in the middle of the hallway. He gasped –he always did- and kissed back. "Kurt, you're beautiful, stunning, and breathtakingly gorgeous. And if that little maneuver you did during your guys' performance of 'Push It' wasn't sexy, I don't know what sexy is."

He glanced at me with those big blue eyes, skeptical as ever and incredulous. "Well…" He cleared his throat. "How, how was it?" He cocked his head slightly, looking innocent, and curious. I smiled shyly without really meaning to.

"Honestly?" I asked. He nodded. We always were blatantly honest with each other. …Blaine and the Pips…yes, definitely blatant. "Amazing," I breathed. He turned magenta, expression caught between mortification and a smile.

"At least it wasn't a waste of energy," he said quietly, letting the smile win out. He took my hand, closing his locker. "You're going to be so exhausted." I nodded, feeling the drowsiness weighing my muscles down. I would most likely sleep in every class I had today, but looking at this gorgeous boy (who had decided to torment me today by wearing this shade of blue) told me that it was worth it.

Poor Blaine. He looked steadily wearier as the day wore on, deep, dark circles cradling his bright –and very tired- eyes.

By the time a previously scheduled after-school rehearsal of Glee Club rolled around he looked as if he'd pass out. He did fall asleep on my shoulder, burying his face in part of my chest when I wrapped my arm around him, I ran my fingers through his hair –a rare occurrence that I had to take advantage of while I still could- and listened to Mr. Schue ramble about our assignment this week. The topic? One of my favorites: Romance.

Damsels in distress saved by valiant knights, Cinderella stories, chivalry. So, your typical Disney flick. No…relations, no drugs, no "hoes" or any of that. Pure, clean, chaste love. My stomach was running rampant with very excited butterflies.

"So, clean love songs this week guys. Try and find something that expresses everything you're feeling without using any of the popular tools music likes to do today, alright?"

The others started babbling away, excited and jittering. Blaine continued his peaceful slumber that I simply hated to disturb. I smiled, pushing his curls back. He brought a whole new meaning to Sleeping Beauty.

"Aw," Tina cooed, looking over at us. "He's too cute." I smirked at her.

"I know." She laughed and turned back to Mike. I touched Blaine's cheek. I hated to wake him, but I couldn't stay here all night and I certainly couldn't carry him.

"Blaine," I said softly. "Blaine, wake up, sweetheart. He blinked slowly before looking up at me and sitting up.

"Oh my God, did I miss the whole meeting?" He asked, despaired.

"It's alright," I assured. "I'll fill you in after you get some sleep." He nodded sleepily. "I'll drive you home. You have no business on the road."

I got him home and took him up to his room, happy that his parents were still at work.

"You don't have any homework do you?" I asked. Blaine shook his head, falling into bed as I pushed him. He buried his face in his pillow, looking up at me with those sleepy puppy eyes. I smiled, tugging the covers over him. "Get some rest, okay?" I said softly.

"Okay." I kissed his forehead.

"Sweet dreams, Blaine," I said softly. Blaine laughed, eyes shut.

"Not too sweet this time," he assured. I felt myself blush and I touched his cheek.

"Goodnight."

"G'nigh'," he mumbled. I left his room, looking at him one more time before closing the door and heading home.

I sat on my bed, nibbling toast and going through the dozens of Disney tapes and DVDs I had, going over the lists of songs in my head, trying to think of something absolutely perfect. It was a sort of dream of mine to sing a song like this with someone I cared about, and to sing it with Blaine would be…

I sighed in a very cliché way, leaning back against my many pillows. This was romance. No innuendos, no elaborate sex, no scandals, just simple, beautiful, wonderful love. How could anyone make that dirty?

I drifted into a doze, quite content…

I could hardly hear what was happening around me. I couldn't move or speak, I couldn't even open my eyes. The woods rustled around me, birds chirped and stayed put on this elevated marble slab, trapped. I suppose it's what I deserved after believing Brittany when she told me the apple lip-gloss Rachel gave me was safe.

I heard horse hooves coming toward me. I wished once again that I could see. The horse stopped a few yards away, someone dismounting and walking toward where I lay.

"Oh, there you are," I heard a voice say beside him, sounding exasperated. "I've been looking for you forever." A gentle hand touched my cheek. I could smell the cologne on this man. I could even smell his skin. He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. I felt his face come close to mine, felt his breath on my face before I felt his lips.

I gasped deeply, feeling the coma-esque spell fade away. I opened my eyes, watching the man above me lick his light pink lips.

"Apple?" He giggled. His smile grew when he saw I was awake. "Well, hi there." I stared at him in utter disbelief, trying not to gawk.

His dark brown curls shaped his olive-skinned face. The lips that had tasted mine were pink, full and ripe. His eyes were bright, glittering with his smile. His jaw was strong, his skin tanned, smooth and creamy.

Wow…

His smile stayed. "Prince Kurt, right?" I nodded. Oh, his dimples. And that was such a perfect name for someone so…Mm. I sat up, still looking at him, a rush that was foreign to me swelling inside me. He followed me, smiling sweetly, waiting. I looked at him, at the long-sleeved white shirt fluttering around his torso, at the tight black pants sticking to his legs. I could see part of his chest thanks to the v-d collar. It made me wonder what the rest of him looked like. I wasn't about to let him get away without finding out.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, my wrists locking behind his neck. He gasped ins surprised and I kissed him deeply, suckling his lower lip.

"This is happening a little fast, don't you think?" He panted. I smirked.

"It takes true love's kiss, right?" I asked. He nodded. "Well, then I think we know how we feel about each other." He smiled a little.

I grabbed his shirt, throwing him down on the slab. I straddled him between my legs, holding his arms down. He stared up at me, a slow blush rising to his ears.

"Can I ask what this is for?" He asked breathily.

"You saved me," I whispered, bringing my mouth beside his ear. "I think such a wonderful deed should be rewarded." I started kissing his ear, suckling, tasting.

"Mmn," he moaned, trying to free his biceps from my grip with no avail. I kissed behind his jaw and down his neck, placing a few bites and tentative licks as I went. "Oh God," he gulped. I grazed my lips against his skin, watching goosebumps bloom over his body.

I let go of his arms, running my hands up and down his chest and sides, giving his hips a squeeze before going back up. His breath caught briefly, eyes closing. My fingers hooked in his collar, waiting patiently for him to look at me again. "Blaine."

His eyes opened filled with want. I liked that look. I smirked and tore the weak fabric. It split right down the middle, revealing his flesh bit by bit. I bit my lower lip, staring hungrily at the muscled I revealed. He was gasping, cheeks pink lips slightly parted and wet. "Do you want this?" He nodded rapidly. He grabbed my thighs, squeezing. "Easy, easy," I hissed, shutting my eyes. I leaned down, kissing his collarbone and his neck. I held his shoulders down, working down his chest and stomach. My hands followed me, snaking inside his shirt to feel his warm skin, parting it completely.

"God, your highness, I-! MMN!"

I tore the shirt again, ripping it from his skin, leaving his torso bare. I kissed him deeply, tasting the apple again. He choked a moan, allowing my tongue to dance with his and my hands to manipulate his body. He left his arms above his head when I shoved them there, an impish smirk on my face. He stared at me with his wide, dilated eyes, closing his eyes and moaning when I raked my fingers down his chest, bending to bite his neck. "Uh!" He choked. He looked up at me, lower lip caught between his teeth. I folded my lips, leaning over him and kissing, grinding my hips against the, um, urgent problem in his pants.

He whimpered into my kiss, trying to buck into me. I wouldn't allow it.

"Kurt," he lusted. I smiled, hissing in pleasure at his hands digging bruises into my legs. I unbuttoned my blue vest, and my white shirt. His eyes grew, hands twitching a little. He wanted to touch me, and I was going to let him. I grabbed his hands, putting them on my waist.

"Go for it."

We were touching each other, kissing heavily, sweating, moaning, whimpering.

"Oh, god," I gasped, feeling his hands slide down my back and into my pants. "Yes, Blaine." I sighed, licking my lips, then leaning down to lick his.

"Ohohh…" He trembled. I ripped his pants off, kissing and touching the insides of his thighs. His body was dripping with sweat, and he tasted amazing. He licked his lips, tasting salt and artificial apple I'm sure. I kissed and licked my way back up to his swollen lips, allowing him to take off my yellow jeans. I pressed against him, kissing and touching him in places I knew would make him make noise.

"Y-you're majesty, please," he shuddered. I smirked; I kind of liked that nickname. "I need more of you."

I lied against him, letting my chest rest against his, my fingers combing through his hair. I looked at him, blinking slowly.

"Hmmn, please!" He gasped.

"Shh…" I soothed. "I'll take care of you, don't worry." I trailed my fingers down his stomach, finding what would drive him the craziest.

"Huhn!" He arced off the slab and into my touch. I alternated between moving fast and slow, liking it when he whimpered for more and when he screamed when I gave it to him. "Yes, yes, OH! YES!" He screamed. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking him into a hard kiss.

One brush of his fingers on my arousal and I was gone, lost in white oblivion.

And I sat up in my bed, gasping, my hand over my mouth. "Oh god!" I exclaimed quietly. I looked down at the movies around me and shoved them onto the floor. "Oh, I've soiled you all!" I rolled over, my face in my hands. I sat up a second later, face red and mortified. I nearly sprinted to my dresser, grabbing clean clothes and changing as fast as I could, hating myself.

I shoved the poisoned garments to the bottom of my hamper, realizing that was the first time I'd ever done that.

I jumped back into bed, tears of shame in my eyes. I hid my head under my pillow, singing showtunes as loud as I could to drown out the lingering thoughts in my head.

How am I going to look at him tomorrow?

-Well I certainly can't watch that movie again, how about you?-