"Why."
Kurt was at home, sitting cross-legged on his bed, thinking about the day's events. He knew he shouldn't love Blaine – he shouldn't have a decent reason to. Blaine was mean, manipulative, carefree.
But he was also handsome, sweet and plain fucking hot.
Kurt sighed another heavy sigh. He'd known he had feeling for Blaine since they'd first met. Kurt had been watching a cheerios practice, because his best friend Mercedes had practically begged him to as one of the straight cheerleads on it was, to quote her, 'damn hawt'. And so they hate on the grass, basking in the unusually warm weather while Mercedes checked out the cheerio she had her eye on.
For Kurt, on the other hand, something else had caught his eye.
Walking slowly towards him, along with his fellow teammates, was Blaine Andeson. He was I his football uniform, helmet in his hands, staring straight at Kurt. Kurt returned the steady gaze, eyes dilating as he saw the attractive boy. Why was this boy staring at him?
Blaine got closer and closer, smiling at Kurt. The pale boy mistook this for a friendly, if not intimate smile.
Suddenly, he felt a cold, stinging sensation over his perfectly smooth face. It had been a trick! He'd been slushied!
Blaine lent over to Kurt, and then yelled "Later, Fag!"
He and his Neanderthal friends had burst into laughter, high-fiving each other, and then running back to the locker rooms.
Brought back to the present, Kurt felt a warm feeling below. He glanced down at his skin-tight jeans to see a raging boner.
Well, fuck.
Breathing as slowly as he could manage, he carefully lay a hand down on his pants. He rarely jerked off, feeling it was rather vulgar, but he wasn't sure if he can resist this time. He began to palm himself through his jean, letting out a long moan as he did so.
"Blaine…" he growled, moving his hand a little faster.
Just as he was close, he heard movement outside his bedroom door. Like a ninja, he turned around to discover Finn, stupid, oblivious Finn, at his door, his face turning slowly red.
"Oh…" he muttered. "Um, sorry, bad timi-"
"Get. Out." Kurt spluttered, pointing towards the door, which had been shut for a reason.
"First, can I borrow-"
"FINN!" Kurt squealed.
"Ok, sorry!" Finn apologized, hastily retreating, smacking his arm on the door as he did so. "Ow!"
As soon as Finn had gone, Kurt sighed. Had Finn heard him call Blaine's name? It wouldn't be unlike Finn to mention it to the Football Player, unaware of the consequences it would have,
Kurt Hummel was in deep shit.
