A/N THIS CHAPTER IS COMPLETELY DEDICATED TO MY AMAZING BETA ALEX. She put these cute little comments all throughout this chapter which made my LIFE and totally made my day a million times better. (They were a bitch to erase but WHO GIVES A FUCK?) Well, it's been a week full of revision so writing this was really fun! I hope you guys enjoy this! LOTS OF LOVE TO ALEX.

PS This is very fluffy. And kinda full on. Ish. Enjoy!

PPS It's hot. Nom nom nom.

CHAPTER 4

Blaine sauntered up to the sinfully well-dressed boy in the practically empty hallway at school. Kurt was furiously texting someone so he didn't notice the shorter boy stand next to him.

'Hey, baby,' Blaine breathed sensually in Kurt's ear. Kurt jumped about three feet into the air and dropped his bag and his phone in the process.

'What the…' Kurt turned around quickly, his eyes wide and full of innocence. 'Oh. Blaine.' Kurt exclaimed, holding a hand to his heart, 'Are you trying to give me a heart attack or something? Seriously, you scared the shit outta me!'

Blaine couldn't help his groan as he heard Kurt say his name, oh so breathlessly and innocently. Blaine was practically half hard after hearing Kurt breathe his name out and swear in the same sentence… Blaine knew that he should feel guilty that Kurt's innocence was such a turn on - but he was generally too turned on to give a fuck.

Kurt shuddered under the curly haired boy's lustful gaze and his breath caught in his throat as Blaine began to corner him into his locker.

'Blaine…' Kurt practically whimpered his name and it was so fucking hot. Kurt gasped as Blaine growled sexily and trapped him against the lockers. The porcelain-skinned boy bit his lip as a poor attempt to stop his moans as the badboy rubbed it against Kurt's leg.

'You.' Blaine kissed Kurt's jaw, 'Are.' Kurt whimpered again, 'So.' Blaine breathed hotly on the innocent boy's neck, 'Fucking.' Blaine pushed himself even closer to Kurt, so the taller boy could feel it even more against his thigh- inches away from where he really wanted it to be, 'Hot.' Blaine's face was now so close to Kurt's that they were now practically breathing the same air. Blaine could see every detail of Kurt's face: his slightly open mouth, his trembling lower lip- aching to be ravished, his blush accentuating his gorgeous cheekbones, his adorable nose and his dark blue, dilated eyes.

Blaine slowly leaned forward, not wavering eye contact with the beautiful boy, and slowly rubbed Kurt's hips. Kurt gasped quietly, as Blaine's dark eyes got closer and closer and-

'Kurt!'

Blaine swore loudly as Kurt jumped practically 50 metres in the air.

'Finn…' Kurt choked out, grabbing his chest as his heart sped up at shock.

'Fucking cockblock!' Blaine exclaimed, furious at the fact he still hadn't tasted Kurt's lips - and he was so close as well. 'Fucking shit!' Blaine swore again and kicked the locker.

'What's wrong with him?'

Blaine heard Finn's voice from behind him and turned to glare darkly at him, pouring his sexual frustration into one, incredibly terrifying look.

'Seriously! Dude, why was he with you anyway?' Finn backed away from the extremely pissed badboy.

Kurt rolled his eyes. 'First,' Kurt gave Finn a bitch glare, 'I am not dude! My name is Kurt. How many times do I need to tell you before it gets into your stupid, pea-sized brain!'

'Oh, woah. Angry Kurt. Scary Kurt. Sorry, du…' Finn coughed awkwardly before backtracking, 'Sorry, Kurt.'

'Secondly,' Kurt huffed, 'It is none of your fucking business!'

Finn looked extremely scared of the two boys in front of him who were now practically killing him with those vicious glares.

'I'll be in the car…' Finn looked at the two boys, gulped and ran ridiculously fast down the hallway.

There was an awkward silence as the sound of the door slamming resonated dully against the now empty school. Kurt avoided Blaine's eyes and looked anywhere except Blaine - who was staring intensely at Kurt's slightly pink face.

'So…' Kurt started as he knelt down to pick up his discarded books and bag. The blushing boy coughed awkwardly as he stood up, straightening his designer shirt. Blaine continued to stare at Kurt, watching mesmerised as Kurt's blush spread through his neck and lower… Blaine quickly shook his head, pushing the not-so-innocent thoughts out of his mind. 'Um…. Bye?' Kurt ended unsurely, fiddling with his scarf as he blushed even deeper at the thought of what Blaine would have done if Finn hadn't interrupted.

'Bye, baby,' Blaine wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and winked at the pink faced boy. Kurt just sighed and walked quickly down the hallway with his head down, desperately willing his blush away.

Blaine couldn't stop the dirty thoughts of the endearing boy from flooding his mind and he groaned, slamming his palm against the lockers against which he was doing things to Kurt before they were so rudely interrupted. He sighed deeply before spotting a phone left on the floor by Kurt's locker… And then it hit him. It was Kurt's phone. Kurt's phone was on the floor by his foot. He had Kurt's phone. Blaine grinned to himself - life just got a little better.

He quickly picked it up and unlocked it - desperately wishing for no password, and for once, luck was on his side.

'Fucking score!' he muttered to himself, smiling gleefully.

He tapped his number into the phone and took Rachel's number as well, for Sebastian, obviously. Blaine put the phone in Kurt's locker, which he knew the code for because, well, he was Blaine, and walked down the hallway with a new spring in his step.

Kurt approached his locker, incredibly annoyed at the fact he didn't have his phone for a whole evening. He really hoped it was in his locker and wasn't stolen by some idiot; he bought it with his own money after his dad had tried to give him some crappy Nokia phone. He impatiently opened his locker and breathed a heavy sigh of relief - there it was. His lifeline. 'Jeez, I'm gonna be alone forever…' Kurt thought sarcastically, but he was too relieved to see his phone to even think about how weird it was that he was this attached to his phone.

Kurt happily picked up his phone and caught up with his social life - mainly Mercedes and Rachel. He was too distracted by his phone to see a certain curly -haired badboy watching him from afar, an amused glint in his hazel eyes. Kurt smiled when his phone vibrated again, indicated a new text message. He didn't even look at the contact name before automatically opening the message.

'Baby. I totally wanked off to your face last night. XXX' Kurt gasped and immediately gasped at the ridiculously crude text. He looked at the sender and it read: The Man of Your Wet Dreams. Kurt blushed even harder, and he immediately knew who it was. His phone vibrated again, indicating another text from the same person.

'I could probably get off to the sight of your blush alone. So fucking hot, baby.'

'Blaine,' whispered Kurt, shocked at the new text message and the fact that Blaine had somehow managed to get his phone. Kurt was too astounded to even feel angry at the badboy. He stopped in the middle of the hallway as he felt someone's breath tickling his ear.

'That's the truth, baby.'

The blush on Kurt's face got even darker as he turned to the smirking boy next to him.

'You… How... What… When?' Kurt spluttered, gesturing wildly at Blaine with his phone.

Blaine winked. 'That's for me to know, and you to enjoy.'

Kurt watched him saunter off, his bright blue eyes wide.

His phone vibrated once again, and Kurt opened the text automatically.

'Oh, and those jeans? Make your ass look fucking eatable. I literally want to bend you over right now and… Have my wicked way with you ;) See you later, baby.'

'Rachel!' Kurt called out the brown haired girl. She turned around, a smile on her face.

'Kurtie!' She ran towards him and gave him a hug.

'Wait!' Kurt held her at arms length and looked shamelessly at her outfit.

'I'm shocked.' Kurt said, 'I knew I was good…. But I didn't know I was this good!'

Rachel squealed happily and twirled around in front of him. She was wearing a gorgeous; Marc Jacobs grey gingham trench coat, the perfect 'Little Black Dress' by Chanel and some white ankle boots.

'And your make-up!' Kurt couldn't stop a squeal of pleasure at how utterly fantastic his friend looked. 'You look perfect.'

'Really?' Rachel blushed and looked up at Kurt, her eyes shining and a small smile gracing her lips.

'Really.' Kurt gave her a hug and they walked down to class with his arm wrapped protectively around her.

'Hey, Kurt,' Rachel looked up at the tall boy, 'Are we… Um…' She trailed off awkwardly and blushed again.

'Best friends?' Kurt said softly. She nodded nervously and avoided his eyes.

'You don't need to be, I mean… If you don't want to be y'know… Um… I understand…' Rachel stuttered out, her heart sinking at the thought that she ruined her only proper friendship.

'Rach,' Kurt started, kindly, 'of course I'm your best friend! We're practically related anyway, considering how well you know me and how well I know you.'

Rachel laughed, all insecurities lifted from her chest. Kurt always knew how to cheer her up and she was so relieved that he wanted to be her best friend. It felt ridiculously good to know that there was someone who wouldn't judge her for anything and always be there for her.

Kurt laughed with his new best friend and listened contentedly at her carefree chatter about the rest of her weekend about how her dads took her out for dinner on Sunday night. He distractedly grabbed his vibrating phone, still listening intently to Rachel's ideas of a sleepover next weekend since her dad's were out - again.

'Hey baby. Can ya tell the hot midget to check her phone. Someone wants her. ;)'

Kurt frowned, confused. Why would Blaine want Rachel to check her phone? His phone vibrated again, this time the text reading:

'Oh and don't be jealous - I still only want you. Although a 3some could totally work fine for me…'

Kurt gasped, angry at Blaine's ridiculous antics and his flirting.

'Kurt?'

Kurt looked up to see Rachel looking at him oddly.

'Are you okay? You've kinda been scowling at your phone for like the past 5 minutes. Is someone bothering you?'

Rachel smiled at him and he sighed.

'It's Blaine Anderson.'

At Rachel's gasp he nodded understandingly.

'Yeah… I know. He kinda… Um… Flirts… A lot…' Kurt squirmed uncomfortably at the thought of him and Blaine's moment in the deserted hallway last Friday. 'Yeah… So, he somehow got my number. And he's texting me.' More like sexting, Kurt thought to himself. 'Anyway. He just texted me and he said that he wants you to check your phone…'

Rachel rolled her eyes.

'I honestly doubt he could get my number, Kurt!' She laughed it off, but reached into her bag to grab her phone anyway- just out of mild curiosity. She unlocked her phone, frowning at the text from an unknown number.

Kurt watched her face morph from confusion, to shock, to anger and then to embarrassment. He watched Rachel's cheeks turn a fiery red and heard her little squeal of annoyance, and he immediately pounced onto her phone. She let out a little squeak of shock, but gave up her phone after little struggle and stood awkwardly in front of Kurt as he read the message.

'Hey there sexy. Can't get you out of my mind or my… dreams ;) You just left me hanging when you left without a kiss for closure. Still not on for the fuck? I'm sure you know who this is but I'll give a gently reminder… I'm the man of your very descriptive dreams or, in other words, I am Sebastian Smythe.' Kurt stood with his mouth gaping open for a full three minutes, processing the words of the text that were sent to his best friend. His innocent best friend. His virgin best friend. No cohesive thoughts entered his brain - he could only feel ridiculously awkward for Rachel and extremely murderous towards Sebastian. He glanced at his best friend, whose blush was finally dimming down, and immediately knew they needed a serious DMC.

'We need coffee.'

'After school…'

'…The Lima Bean.'

'See you there.'

They shared a look before walking their separate ways off to class.