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Good Ride, Cowboy

"I blame you for this," Kurt said, stalking toward him. Blaine looked at him, finishing the bite of apple he was taking, surprised.

"For what, exactly?" He asked, shutting his locker. Kurt didn't answer. He was staring at him, in awe.

His crystalline eyes wandered down the white V-neck and black suspenders to the tight black jeans at his hips. He gazed at the apple in his hands, eyes flicking to his lips, watching them glisten from the juice. He swallowed hard.

Blaine looked down at himself, wondering if he'd committed some sort of faux pas.

Maybe the suspenders are too much, he thought. He ducked to meet Kurt's eyes. "Kurt?"

He blinked, shaking his head and looking at him. "I, um…I had…" He sighed, cheeks pink. He lowered his voice to a whisper so quiet that he had to lean in to hear him. "I had one of…those dreams about, about you."

Blaine stood, frozen. He looked at him for a moment, trying to process what he'd just heard.

Kurt had a sex dream? KURT? About me? No, no…there's no way.

"Really?" He asked. He nodded rapidly, utterly embarrassed.

"I've, I've never had one of those…before…" He mumbled.

"Aw," he cooed, touching his cheek. Kurt slapped it away.

"No, not right now," he snapped. "I'm already having a hard time concentrating." Blaine smiled gently, understanding.

"So was…was it bad?"

"No," he scoffed, eyes wide. "No it was not. It was…I…" He took a deep breath and told him –in very little detail- about what he'd dreamed. "…Then I woke up. I don't know what made it happen but it did and, and I feel so unclean right now."

Blaine gave him an understanding sad smile. He pulled him into his arms, hugging him tight. "Kurt, it's alright. I'm not upset. It's perfectly normal for someone our age to have these urges." He felt his face grow hot against his neck. "Just don't get too bent out of shape about it."

He nodded and pulled away. "I should get to class." Blaine kissed his forehead.

"I'll see you later. Try not to sleep in class," I teased. He pursed his lips, shaking his head and stalking away. He chuckled softly.

Boy, he's gonna be cranky later.

I hated not getting enough sleep. I turned into such a pissy, bitchy diva, irritated with everything and everyone around me. I had no patience for Rachel's selfish babbling and I nearly took her head off during Glee Club.

"Easy," Blaine said, squeezing my shoulder.

"Well, if she'd learn how to shut her big, stupid mouth this wouldn't have happened," I growled. He touched my cheek, smiling softly.

"Let's just focus on our number for Friday, okay?" He offered. I nodded curtly, tired. He giggled. "You're cute when you're cranky." He nuzzled his nose against mine.

"I'm not cranky," I grumped, unable to stay truly angry with him while he was looking at me like that. He buried his face in my neck, kissing it softly. I unsuccessfully stifled laughter.

"Yes you are. You look absolutely miserable. But I need that amazing voice of yours to show everyone just who the power couple is in Glee Club," he grinned. He looked far too adorable for me to turn down.

"Okay."

I sang with him in private, away from Rachel's prying ears. I held him, smiled with him and ended the number with a kiss. "I don't think we can put that in the choreography," he blushed. I kissed him again.

"I know. I just wanted a kiss," I smiled. He blushed deeper. "You need to get some sleep, darling."

"Okay," he blinked. "Do…do you think these dreams are just a one time thing?" I shrugged, half smiling.

"Maybe," I squeezed his hand. "You should get to bed early just in case." He smiled at me, leaning against my chest. "You're too cute." He blushed.

"I'm tired," he mumbled, closing his eyes. I kissed the top of his head.

"I'll take you home, okay?" Kurt nodded.

I held him while I drove, letting him sleep against me. He gave me a lazy kiss goodbye before going inside, tossing his bag down and going up the stairs.

I grinned and shut the door. I love that boy.

Damn it! I thought, nearly slamming his head on his desk. Oh yeah, you can totally watch the rest of these without a problem! Dumbass…

I kept my eyes trained on Kurt, ignoring the blonde woman I didn't know. I never thought I'd see Kurt in a cowboy hat, let alone in those incredibly tight jeans, cradling his perfectly round-

Easy, Blaine, he sighed. He looked so damn good in black. He looked good in that hat, too. Damn, baby. I had a bad feeling about what might happen if I fell asleep, and rightfully so. But it was one helluva dream…

I looked at the wilderness around me, at the dark, cold mountains and the trees. It was quiet, peaceful, and freezing. The boy beside me sighed, standing. He patted my shoulder, making my stomach flutter softly.

"Don't stay out here too long," he advised, smiling warmly, his face glowing in the flickering fire.

I watched him go back to the tent, disappearing inside. He peeked back out, setting his hat and boots outside. God, his boots were huge. I smiled and shook my head, staring back down at my hands. I sat there for a long time, trying not to think about him. I focused on the cold, telling myself I was fine, even when my lips were purple and my fingers were numb.

"Hey," I turned, looking at him. "You'll freeze to death if you stay out there." I just looked at him. He sighed. "There's plenty of room in here, don't worry about it." He retreated back inside. I stood, squeezing my jacket around my shoulders as I moved.

I climbed into the tent, lying beside him. I scooted as far away from him as I could, wanting to give him space and…and…

The truth was, I liked him. I liked him quite a bit. I thought he was the most beautiful, adorable, desirable and downright intoxicating boy I'd ever met. He was sweet, kind, smart, funny and charming. I wanted him so badly, but I wouldn't let him know that. Maybe he wasn't like me.

I slept fitfully, trying once again not to think about how close he was, how I could feel his warmth and hear his soft breath as he slept.

We both stirred at once, both rolling toward each other. Our hands entwined, noses brushing. We snapped awake, staring at each other. I sat up and away from him, trying to breathe. He sat up with me, looking at me slowly. He touched my cheek.

"It's okay," he assured, nodding. "It's alright." We looked at each other, and I knew what was about to happen.

I kissed him, softly at first, listening to the tiny gasps and whimpers that escaped his throat. I threw my coat from me, touching his chest and back. His shirt was tight on his torso, as well as the jeans at his hips.

"God, Kurt," I grunted. His tongue snaked into my mouth, hands clenching my hips. He looked up at me, waiting. I tore his shirt open in one swift movement, scowling at the undershirt waiting there. I started kissing him again, rougher this time. He welcomed it, opening his mouth willingly, wanting my kiss. My hands went inside his legs, touching his thighs, squeezing to make him moan. I went further, cupping the hard, heated member hidden under the denim.

"Uhn!" He cried, throwing his head back. His face was drenched in sweat, lips glistening and begging to be kissed. I obliged, occupying them with my own, letting my hand gently knead the hardening arousal in my hand. He moaned and yelped into my kiss, hands desperately clawing at my back. His hips jerked into my palm, wanting more purchase.

I kissed his neck, nibbling in key places. His muscles were tense, cheeks pink, lips swollen, body ready.

"Please," he choked. "Please, please." I opened his constricting jeans, removing the undershirt quickly. My fingers tenderly touched his chest, working down to his stomach, barely twirling a nipple as I went. He gasped and shuddered, eyes shut tight, breathing my name. He wanted out of those jeans, and he wanted me out of these clothes. I let my hand dip into his pants, thumbing his soft skin delving even deeper. He arced off of the ground, gasping and moaning aloud. I stroked slowly, watching his face intently. Tiny whimpers jumped from his panting lips, body writhing, slicked in sweat. That and the mixture of his heated whispers of "more, more!" about drove me insane. The skin in my hand was soft, like silk over a steel rod becoming hotter and hotter as time went on.

"B-Blaine, please," he begged. He was pulsating, praying to be released from his increasingly tighter jeans. Mine were so tight I ached, so I decided to release us both. I took off the rest of my clothes, watching his eyes grow as I was revealed.

I was sitting on my knees, throwing my jeans behind us when I felt a soft, curious hand on my lower belly. I watched Kurt, watched his tongue toy at the corner of his mouth as he explored. I shut my eyes, choking a moan when he touched my most sensitive area with his gentle hand. He stroked cautiously, carefully running his thumb over the tip and watching my face to see how I reacted.

"Yes, Kurt," I gasped. "Oh god, yes." My knees trembled under his frantic, clumsy touches that felt so damn good. He did find a rhythm, slow, steady and driving me fucking crazy. "Faster, baby," I groaned, desperately driving my hips into his touch. He obliged, holding my waist to keep me still. "Kurt, wait, w-wait, I'll…!" He quickly took his hand away.

I ripped his pants off, gawking at what I'd revealed. I knew Kurt had really big feet, and I'd heard the myth but…wow.

"Holy shit, Kurt," I breathed. He blushed , looking at me. "You're…god, you're…" I couldn't finish. He blushed deeper, now unable to meet my eyes. I touched his full length, kissing his chest and his neck, listening to him squeal and yelp. He bucked into my hand, body as needy as his voice. "Blaine, I want more!"

I lied over him, kissing him passionately, pressing against him. I wrapped my hands around both of our members, far from being able to close my hand totally around us. I had him to thank for that. He shut his eyes, choking on air. He leaned up into my lips, putting his own hand on the other side of mine, engulfing us completely.

I moved my hand and hips in alternate time with his, whispering and shaking against his neck. He bit down on his lower lip, eyes closed, stifling his moans and screams.

"I-I, oh, Blaine!" He shuddered. We moved faster and faster, pumping hard, lost in bliss, sweat the other's lips.

"Kurt!"

Then we screamed in a flurry of pleasure, the taste and feel of each other and my god, it was glorious.

We lied there, still tangled together, catching our breath. I gently thumbed his cheek, smiling softly at him. He smiled back, leaning into my caress.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered. He blushed.

"So are you," he said gently. I took him in my arms, kissing his cheek and holding him tight. "We'll freeze." I shook my head.

"Not if we stay close like this," I assured. I kissed him again. God, I wanted him this close for the rest of my life.

"Blaine," he said sweetly, his eyes glowing even in the darkness. "Wake up." I frowned.

"What?"

"Wake up!"

I sat up, gasping. "Blaine! Wake up! You'll be late for school!"

I sighed, hanging my head.

"Damn it, Kurt."