It was unfair how Kurt had just been left there with blue balls. It was entirely unfair! How could Blaine lead him on and give him a glimpse of hope only to find it collapsing just as quickly?

He lead him on and then left. Just like the rest of them.

Blaine didn't know what was wrong with him. He was completely losing his mind.
This was so wrong on so many levels; he was putting his sanity at stake and his job on the line. He was now clearly walking along thin ice.

Blaine clearly had an attraction to Kurt the moment he laid eyes on him, yet he had never intended on acting upon his desires he wasn't fully aware of.

That night, all Blaine wanted to do was give into Kurt's every intention of having Blaine's body pressed against his.

The memory of the feeling of Kurt's body being pressed against Blaine's as they completely devoured each others mouths, the feeling of Kurt's hard-on being pressed hard against his thigh for friction, the low groans that Kurt was letting out, the encouragement that Kurt had given him to squeeze his ass harder which made his dick throb, kept flashing through his mind as he began fisting himself under his sheets in his apartment with Kurt's name on the tip of his lips.

He couldn't get a hold of himself any longer, yet he had to force himself to. He couldn't allow himself to fall for a patient; he could lose his job and be sent to court with the assumption of sexual corruption over a patient.

Although he knew this was wrong, he couldn't get the image of Kurt being so submissive to him out of his head. He allowed himself to keep pumping his cock as he thought of Kurt. He knew he really shouldn't have, but his sexual arousal was completely clouding his mind from his conscience.

Meanwhile, as Blaine was at it under the sheets with his well-acquainted hand, letting out short, staccato, stifled breaths. Kurt laid on his back as he kept visualizing what had happened that very night between himself and Blaine. It was honestly hot, but it wasn't enough. It sucked that Blaine had scurried off in such a rush to leave Kurt's throbbing hard-on as his own duty.

Kurt laid there, teasing his slicked finger which was covered in saliva, around the tight hole before inserting a finger into his ass -only to have two more fingers followed soon after- and began finger-fucking himself at a rough, fast, pace as he gasped and panted, expressing his desperate, lustful want he needed from Blaine.

His emotions were swirling with hatred that Blaine had left, yet still lusting for him at the same time.

Sooner or later, Kurt had given up on his orgasm as Blaine reached his. Kurt thought there was no use, no matter how hard he tried, his orgasm never hit so he decided to get to sleep, yet his hard-on kept throbbing and he knew it would be a rough night of uncomfortable sleep.

XXXX

It was early in the morning and Kurt was awakened by someone barging into his room and pushing in a tray with rusty wheels that squeaked at an uncomfortably high-pitched screech.

It was Blaine.

Kurt just laid there as he starred at Blaine.

"Morning," Blaine said without giving any eye contact as he began laying Kurt's breakfast out.

Kurt was honestly startled by how casual Blaine's tone was. Was he really going to pretend like nothing had just happened the night?

Blaine looked up to Kurt and saw him pulling his bitch glare -which Kurt was not aware he was doing.

"Well this is awkward." Kurt clearly stated.

"What?" Blaine asked, a little confused as to why Kurt was looking at him in that way.

"Are you really doing this?" Kurt asked with a bitchy tone.

"Doing what?" Blaine asked, officially puzzled now.

"Acting as if nothing happened." He stated.

"Nothing happened ,Kurt." Blaine had said that made Kurt's eyes go wide.

"Really? Nothing happened?" Kurt bit back.

"Kurt, look. We just kissed a little bit and nothing more."

"But you wanted more." Kurt pointed out. Oh, God did he want more...

"No, Kurt. It was clearly a spark of lust which burnt out and nothing more. There is nothing else there," Blaine said, not quite sure which one he was trying to convince, himself or Kurt.

Blaine could feel the anger in himself build as his blood began to boil. He took in a deep breath to soothe his nerves.

"Kurt, look. What we did last night, we can't do again. I can lose my job." Blaine clearly stated.

Kurt just sat there feeling crushed.

Blaine finished off laying out Kurt's breakfast and turned his back on him in an instant to head out the door.

"Blaine!" Kurt shouted out, attempting to make Blaine not leave.

"No, Kurt!" Blaine bit back in a harsh tone as he exited the room and shut the door.

Kurt was furious. He reached over to the plastic cup which was filled with orange juice and threw it at the now shut door, causing the juice to spill all over the floor with droplets finding there way on Kurt's face.

It killed Blaine just as much as it killed Kurt having to put out boundaries and putting his wants off limit.

XXXX

Kurt sat on the chair opposite from Ms. Fabray as she continued blabbing about anger control or how self-harm wasn't worth putting yourself in that position. Either way, Kurt was not listening.

"...Do you hear me out ,Kurt?" Ms. Fabray asked, completely oblivious to Kurt's lack of concentration.

"Y-yeah." Kurt stuttered out as he was snapped back into his dreadful reality.

"So you must know that you must never put yourself in that position-" Yeah, she was talking about self-harm." -where you could put yourself at risk. It's not worth it, Kurt."

"Seems worth it to me. I wouldn't have to wake in this world of pure misery any longer." He said.

"Kurt, there is never a reason to. I don't understand why you instantly jump to these things- " If you were in my shoes, you would. " -to punish yourself..." Ms. Fabray continued blabbing as Kurt lost concentration once again.

Several minutes had passed of Kurt starring blankly at the wall clock. "...Alright, we're done here." Ms. Fabray pointed out.

"Great." Kurt said, jumping from his seat.

"And as I said before, there will be a clean up within an hour for your room to make sure there are no sharp objects laying around to give you any ideas." She told him. This was the first he heard of it considering he was out of it throughout most of the session.

Kurt let out a loud sigh of clear annoyance as he left the room.