Wake-up Call

Rating: M

Author: MsNarwhal

Summary: Kurt is depressed when Blaine played the "friends-only" card. Kurt decides to get comfort from the Warblers…all of them

A/N: WARNING: I MADE KURT A MAN-WHORE! DON'T LIKE, DON'T YOU DARE READ.

Another A/N: SOOOOOOO SORRY I DIDN'T UPDATE! I got writer's block AND my nephew decided it was a good idea to throw my precious laptop into the pool to see if it would float. O-O.

Not established relationship.

Spoilers: Post "Silly Love Songs"

POV: Kurt

Disclaimer: I am sooooo sorry if I might've somehow stolen your ideas out of your mind…I'm sorry I'm psychic. I own nothing…except for a few Warblers.

Blaine looked like he could kill me with his eyes when I continued on about how fun my night with Jeff was. I continued on, pretending to be completely oblivious to his glares. I kept on chattering until came inside and yelled at us for talking so much. Don't get me wrong, I love French, I just hate . I quickly turned my head to face the teacher as he went about congregating adjectives and translating lisp or something. I could still feel Blaine's gaze over me. My palms started to sweat even more under his stare.

"I wonder if I'll ever meet that Jared guy again. He seemed really nice." I know I should've been taking notes, but come on; I'm already fluent in French. I could also borrow Wes's notes later. I kept on dreaming about the dreamy alto, Jared. I loved his chestnut colored hair and his beautiful hazel eyes. His hair was a frumpy mass, and he always had a confident smirk plastered on his tan face. Before I knew it, class was over and we had to move on. I had a free period right now, so I started to head back to my dorm to organize some homework and maybe take a nap.

"Hey Kurt! Wait up!" I heard someone yell behind me. I quickly turned around to see Jared panting like a dog. "H-h-h-hey K-K-Kurt I ran o-over t-to see you," he panted. I giggled at his low stamina, even though I knew he was a member of the lacrosse team. I patted his back and smiled at him. Jared really was adorable. Then again so was Jeff. My mind is so confused over who I like right now. "Kurt, y-you have free period too?" he asked a little breathlessly. I nodded and he continued," I was thinking, we could maybe…study together?" I was taken aback by his sudden request. I really liked Jeff…I think. "Should I go? Would Jeff be hurt? I guess not because we aren't dating…officially at least."

"I would love to," I said with a gentle smile. I know I seem shallow for throwing myself around, but I really needed to get rid of this spare stress since Blaine and I won't be having coffee not-dates anymore. I frowned a little at that thought. I know I still have a teensy-weensy-little-tiny maybe-crush on him, but at least I have Jeff and Jared. Hell, I could care less if he ended up with Jeremiah because I had them. I felt a warm hand take mine and practically drag me down the halls. "So whose room are we going to?" I asked breathlessly. I really should've stayed with Cheerios; I really need the stamina.

"I…I think…we-we should," he panted. "Sh-should…ugh…my room?" I nodded fervently and we raced to his dorm. I could feel a stab in my chest when I reached for his hand; as if… if I did I would be doing something horribly wrong, that I would lose something. I hesitantly grabbed his hand and ignored the feeling in my chest. It was…strange. I could feel his warmth, affection, and adoration, but it didn't feel right. Maybe I was supposed to be with Jeff, then again it didn't feel right with Jeff either. I was so distracted by my own thoughts I didn't notice Jared stopped.

"Oomph. Oh… we're here…," I said flushing slightly. I ran into him when I was consumed in my thoughts. He grinned at me understandingly and took out his keys. Jared was built. Not body-builder built, but he was sort of Puck-built. He had obviously strong arms that I couldn't help staring at since his sleeves were pulled up. I just noticed his hands weren't as terribly calloused as one would think. They were sort of…boyishly smooth. Not really moisturized, but still soft. In pretty much no time I was being dragged into his dorm.

"Welcome to my humble abode," he whispered when I entered. My jaw dropped at the sight of his room. It was a good fashionable place with lots of posters and pictures. There was only one bed, so I assumed he didn't have a roommate. I couldn't help but feel jealous because my roommate was a slob that left his dirty magazines all over the place. I really didn't want to see pictures of people having wild monkey sex under a gazebo while their three-year-old sister watched while drinking coke.

"Wow…," I whispered in awe. I was really jealous of his impressive furniture. It was…stylish and inexpensive. I could tell he was a smart shopper. It still felt wrong to be here. I also felt something burning in the back of my head, telling me to leave and never come back. I ignored it stubbornly and sat on his bed. His bed was similar to mine. His sheets were Egyptian cotton with yellow embroidery that said my name; of course his said "Jared" in fancy calligraphy. I was so engrossed in our similar styles I didn't notice him get on the bed next to me.

"Kurt. I'm sure you already know this…but I…I really like you; more than that Blaine guy ever will," he mumbled, almost to quiet to hear. My eyes widened in shock. I could feel something gnawing away at my soul now and I felt sick. I really wanted to be with Jared…a lot. I really liked him; even if we just met. I know I fall into and out of crushes really fast. I think it's because I'm always settling for someone. I instantly have a crush on them if they're gay and if they like me.

"I…I think I like y-you too, Jared," I said bowing my head. Last night I was with a rich blonde and tonight I'm with a strong, stylish young man. I don't know what the Prada I did to deserve this, but I'll try to keep on doing it. The uneasiness in the air was so thick; you could easily cut it with a butter knife. The silence finally broke when I got a text from Blaine. I glanced up at Jared and he gave me an approving nod.

(A/N Kurt Blaine)

U napping Kurt? Remember class starts in twenty min. Wes told me 2 tell u we r having a Disney marathon 2nite. U gonna go?

I quickly replied:

Ya. Wut time?

I waited anxiously. I knew Blaine didn't have free period at the moment so he could get caught at any time.

B sure to wear pj's k?

I hastily replied an "Okay" before numbly turning back to Jared.

"T-there's a Disney m-marathon tonight. A-are you going to go?" I stuttered. I'm pretty sure I sounded like Tina right now.

"Yup. Now let's get started on studying shall we?" he asked winking at me.

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(Blaine POV)

Wes just whispered to me that we're going to have a Disney marathon and that I should tell Kurt. I really didn't want to because I would probably strangle the guy he's with. I know I seem a teensy weensy little tiny bit jealous, but I'm not. I swear. Okay maybe I am. I really hated how I had him within my grasp, but I just HAD to play the just-friends card.

"Mr. Anderson, what is the answer to number six?" the teacher asked, snapping me from my thoughts.

I hastily glanced over at Wes and he was holding up four fingers. I shrugged and looked back at the teacher.

"Uhh is it f-four?" I whimpered. I was usually such a good student, and usually space-outs didn't happen to me. But because of Kurt's absolutely beautiful movements and his wonderful charm, that record was demolished.

She raised an eyebrow at me. "Really? There are four Native American tribes in America?"

I quickly glanced at Wes who was stifling his laughter along with the rest of the class. "Uh….No ma'am there are…" "I know this. I studied this last night….before I started fantasizing about Kurt and his talented mouth, and his- OKAY getting off topic. Wait! Now I know-."

"There are 564 recognized Native American Tribes," I answered confidently. Her expression changed from disappointment to relief. I smiled smugly before turning and glaring at Wes, who was gaping at me. I chuckled a bit because he looked sort of like a fish. I looked back at the teacher and continued with my thoughts. Kurt moved on. It was a bit depressing, but I knew it was entirely my fault. I knew that if we ever broke up we would never talk again, and I didn't want that. I also had wicked fantasies at random times of the day; all of them starring the porcelain-skinned boy. My mind flashed back to the one I had last night.

The room was gently lighted with a few candles scattered around the room. There was the faint, but distinct scent of vanilla, coffee, and strawberries; a scent that could only be described as Kurt. My hair was free of its gel confines and my unruly curls were slightly plastered to my face. In the center of the room was my beloved, tied to the bed with scarves. His eyes were filled with lust. He was naked, of course and I could hear a faint buzzing coming from underneath him.

I raised an eyebrow before asking, "Starting the show without me eh? You're so rude, Kurtie." He shivered a little before I gently trailed my hand down his slightly defined chest. I trailed my hand down to his throbbing erection that was lying against his flat stomach. I scooped up the glob of pre-come that was at the tip before tracing the vein underneath with my finger. He was moaning and writhing above me. I stopped my movements so I could sit on what little was left of the bed. I trailed my hand down to his ass and slowly twisted the vibrator in him.

He moaned and screamed my name and I couldn't help but feel a sense of ownership over him because he was screaming my name, not Jared's or Jeff's. I kissed him passionately while pushing the vibrator in and out of him. I leaned over him and nipped on his chest leaving a bunch of little marks all over his porcelain skin. I mumbled little "I love you's" against his skin while he continued to writhe and moan above me. As soon as he showed signs of orgasm I gripped the base of his cock while whispering in his ear:

"You're not going to come until I say so, or you will be punished." He flushed a few different shades of red and I smirked. I pulled the vibrator out of him and grabbed the small bottle of lube and condom that was on the bedside table. I quickly undressed and I slowly-

*RING RING RING*

I was pulled out of my fantasy when the bell just had to ring. I sighed and almost forgot about my hard-on. I thought of the most repulsive things I could think about and willed it to about half-hard. It wasn't very visible so I got up to head to the next class.

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(Kurt's POV)

Our "Study Session" became a "Makeout Session" then it became….whatever is happening now. Jared is kissing my neck and palming me. The weird thing is, the entire time, I was thinking about Blaine doing this to me. It took every ounce of coherency to moan Jared's name not Blaine's. I thrusted my erection into his hand and reached down to palm him as well. I could hear the bell ring and we both stopped our movements. I quickly gathered my things before kissing him on the cheek and rushing to class. I ran to class and sat down before anyone could see my eh hem….problem. I had class with Blaine this time and I glanced around the room to find him. He was right beside me and for some reason his usual smug and confident appearance was replaced by bashful and shy features.

I raised an eyebrow before looking down to see he was half-hard. WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WHY THE FUCK IS HE HALF-HARD? Does he have a boyfriend? Does he have a fuck-buddy? WHAT'S GOING ON? I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I know I'm doing pretty much the same thing, but he doesn't like me….right? I mean, he likes Jeremiah right? I'm not good enough for him. He's a talented, gorgeous, funny, smart, fucking perfect young man, and I'm just…a pathetic diva who has barely any sex-appeal and has a pathetic life.

Before I knew it I was running out the room in tears gripping my bag. I just wanted him. Nothing else. Just…him. But he didn't want me…what do I do?

AGAIN! I'm so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so SORRY MI AMIGOS AND AMIGAS. I couldn't really do anything about it. I hope you guys forgive me. ANYWAYS free cookies to people who review!

Sorry If I got the amount of Native American tribes wrong...I used yahoo answers so it might be incorrect.