Warning: M for language/almost sex.

"Hey, who's that boy?" Blaine asked Mike as they walked down the hallway together. Mike had been chosen to show Blaine, the new kid, around McKinley. It was a decent school in Blaine's opinion, but there weren't enough cute guys. At least, none of them were to his taste.

Except for this boy, who was standing in front of his locker, smoothing out his stylish shirt as he examined his reflection. Blaine couldn't see his face, but fuck, just his damn silhouette could make Blaine hard. Blaine was thankful that he was holding his binder in front of his crotch, because it gave him the ability to inconspicuously keep his eyes glued to that back, that ass. He knew instantaneously that the boy was gay: no straight guy could pull of an outfit like that.

"That's Kurt Hummel," Mike said, a bit uncomfortable. That look in Blaine's eyes was a little unnerving. "You can talk to him later; he's really nice, so he wouldn't mind. We should get you to fourth period, though, since we're already a little late…"

"Thanks a lot, Ching-Chong, or whatever your name was, but I don't need your assistance anymore. I'm about to score this hot rod," Blaine snatched his schedule from Mike's hands swaggered towards the boy, leaving a dumbstruck Mike standing in the middle of the hallway.

"Hey, hot stuff, do you think you could help me to my next class? Or better yet, to your ass?" he said lowly behind the boy, catching a glimpse of his shocked face in the mirror.

"Excuse me?" the boy whirled around, and Blaine felt a swift kick to the guts. Wow. Kurt was absolutely breath-taking: his hair was perfectly styled, his eyes an enticing beryl color, and his lips shaped into an O-shape—Blaine was amazed with how many dirty fantasies his mind could contrive in such a minute amount of time.

"I-uh-my—sorry, I tend to stutter around gorgeous guys," Blaine tried his most winning grin as he uttered one of his most popular pick-up lines. Lord, all he wanted to do in that moment was back that boy into the locker, pull his pants down, and fuck him until he couldn't walk straight for a week. The boy looked up at Blaine, a conflicted look on his face. It seemed as if no one had ever spoken to him this way. Yes, a virgin, Blaine cheered in his mind.

"I'm sorry, I—I need to get to ass-class. Class. You—where's your next class, maybe I can help you, since I know this school better than the back of my hand." Kurt tentatively reached his hand out to take a look at Blaine's schedule. Blaine, however, had something other than class on his mind. He grabbed Kurt's hand and pinned it against the lockers behind him, staring deep into his eyes. Blaine wanted so badly just to kiss him right there, but a rational voice in the back of his mind rang out against the clutter of sexual urges.

"Don't screw this up, Anderson. This is the most beautiful guy you've ever seen; you need his consent. He's fragile, don't crack him," it advised. Somehow, Blaine willed himself to slow down, since he was so close to reaching his hand down to grope Kurt's groin.

"Class isn't exactly on my mind right now. I don't know if it's on yours either, if you know what I mean." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

He's so hot when he blushes, Blaine observed. "I don't have class, I have lunch, but you—this is wrong, I can't-"

"C'mon, babe, live a little," Blaine purred, leaning a little closer. "I'm the new boy, I have a clean slate—and I want you to write all over it."

He was at a loss for words at that. Blaine could just see that Kurt found him attractive, he knew it, he had to be. There was no way that Kurt couldn't reciprocate the strong feelings that Blaine felt for him simply at first glance.

"No, this is inappropriate, I can't." Despite the context of the sentence, Kurt's tone indicated otherwise.

"Can I please try one thing to convince you?"

"Okay, just one thing, just not too—oh," Kurt gasped against Blaine's lips, sinking into the kiss. There was no hesitation, no awkwardness: Kurt simply let Blaine kiss him roughly, licking his lips aggressively against Kurt's closed ones. Suddenly, though, Kurt shifted the passion of the kiss—he somehow began to tame Blaine, turning the kiss from brash to utterly romantic, one to compete with that from The Notebook. Blaine felt himself fall into Kurt, the sexual beast in his chest subdued as they gently pressed their lips together. Finally, Kurt stepped away, unable to look at Blaine, who was looking up at the boy with a different kind of emotion churning deep in his core.

"Wow," he breathed at the same time as Blaine. They giggled at each other. "To be honest…I've never been kissed before…like that," he added, rubbing his hands on his thighs.

"That's a surprise to me; if I'd been here longer we would have already fucked each other," Blaine replied, losing his filter. Kurt blushed even harder. "Christ, I've only just met you, and you're already driving me crazy," he added, groaning as felt his binder slipping from his hand which was still covering his erection, trying so, so hard not to simply let it drop from his grip and slip his free hand into the back pocket of Kurt's pants, pressing into his ass to bring them closer together. He felt himself straining in his jeans at the thought.

"I don't commend missing school, but…we could say you got lost, and…" Kurt gave Blaine an innocent little grin. At that, Blaine lost all control: he crashed his mouth against Kurt's. How he snagged an angel like Kurt, he had no idea, but Blaine didn't care about that anymore. He moaned a little as Kurt finally allowed his tongue access into his mouth. Without even thinking, Blaine let the binder fall to the floor as he pressed his hands into the small of Kurt's back and brought them even closer. He felt Kurt shudder as their arousals (Blaine felt the world spin around him at this) brushed together.

"Kurt?!" A male voice exclaimed from down the hall, causing Kurt to jump back. Blaine nearly face-planted, since he was leaning into Kurt so much. They turned around to face who was the cause of the interruption.

"Mr. Schuester, I'm—I'm busy," Kurt sputtered, trying to cower behind Blaine, his face as red as a tomato.

"I…can see that, Kurt. Who's your friend here?" The man smiled genuinely at Blaine.

"I'm Kurt's friend with benefits." He answered simply. Kurt slapped his thigh, only causing his hidden cock to throb even harder. Mr. Schuster gave him an inquisitive look. "I'm the new kid, okay, and I have claimed Kurt Hummel's ass as my territory, so back off." With that, he grabbed Kurt and tugged him along into the nearby bathroom. Kurt didn't even fight Blaine, he was caught so off-guard.

"Blaine, that was my choir teacher-" Blaine cut off Kurt's cries with another rough kiss, running his hands up and down Kurt's back.

"Fuck, Kurt, forget about him. That was a minor inconvenience, I just—God, you're so fucking beautiful," Blaine then backed Kurt up against the nearby wall, sticking his leg in between Kurt's as he bit at Kurt's neck. Kurt wriggled in pleasure underneath him.

"Blaine," he began, his voice strangled as Blaine found a sensitive spot by his clavicle, "can we just…not go any further? I'd…like to save that to when we're not in school. And we're going so fast…"

"Well shit, masturbating won't be enough to get me off from how good you're making me feel right now," Blaine whined, resting his hand on Kurt's thigh, slowly walking it closer and closer…

"Please, Blaine, can you just wait until after school? I hardly even know you-oh my god!" Kurt practically shouted as Blaine finally rested his hand on Kurt's crotch, gently adding pressure.

"You like that, don't you? Don't lie, Kurt, I know you do," he growled into Kurt's ear, who just whimpered as a response. Blaine continued to touch him as no one had touched him before, reveling in the intense pleasure he was giving Kurt. As he kissed and touched the boy, he somehow came up with a compromise.

"Let's just fuck each other through our clothes, all right?" he said. "No harm done. Is that—okay, that's obviously fine with you," Blaine grimaced as Kurt eagerly grabbed Blaine's ass. "Christ, who knew you could be so fucking dirty, Kurt?" he proceeded to rub himself against Kurt. They continued to pant and moan at the friction of their clothing. Surprisingly, it was actually really hot for Blaine: it was scorching with their clothes on, and it was amazing to know that Kurt wanted to save more for later.

"Blaine, I won't last much longer, we need to stop," Kurt moaned as Blaine rutted himself against the boy. Blaine realized that he himself was also very close: his pants easily stained, so he could not afford to come. He nearly cried at the thought.

"Okay, okay, just…one last thing, and then we'll cool off," Blaine said, "Please, just…I need this." He flipped Kurt over, so the boy's exquisite back was facing him, as well as that ass that taunted him even when he first saw it…

"Blaine," Kurt growled warningly as Blaine pressed himself into Kurt's clothed ass. He rammed himself Kurt, trying so hard to control himself.

"Oh God, this was a mistake, Kurt, I—give me a few minutes, just…go to class. Meet me here after school, I'll take you to my place and—fuck," Blaine quickly turned Kurt around, gave him a swift peck on the lips, and rushed into a bathroom stall, undoing his pants and freeing his painfully-hard cock right after he fumbled with the door behind him. Just one touch gave him the release he needed: he heaved a great sigh as he reached the height of his pleasure, and collapsed against the wall of the stall.

"What the fuck are you doing in here?!" a high pitched voice unlike Kurt's screeched from behind him; Blaine whipped his head around. Oops. I didn't close the door.

"This is the girl's bathroom, God!" the girl shouted, covering her eyes with her hands. "You perv!"

Blaine laughed and cleaned himself up, then pulled his underwear and pants up. "You're lucky I've only got one sexuality, my friend, and that is Kurt Hummel. If only you'd been in here a couple of minutes earlier, Oh God…"

After school, Blaine waited for Kurt outside of the bathroom, a sultry smirk on his face. Kurt blushed as he approached Blaine.

"I didn't realize this was a girl's bathroom," he muttered, obviously embarrassed. "Not until-I noticed there were no urinals while you…"

"While I basically fucked you?" Blaine called out, causing a few heads to turn as they passed by the two boys. "It's good that you dashed afterwards; after I got off while thinking about how hot that was, and how hot you are," Kurt looked down at his shoes, again too embarrassed to meet Blaine's gaze, "a chick came in and started yelling about me being in there. Too bad she missed our little session."

"Yeah, that was Santana. It's kind of all over school that we sort of-" Kurt was unable to finish the sentence.

"Oh God, I've corrupted you and your reputation. I guess you're not so sweet and innocent anymore?" Blaine asked, rubbing his hand on Kurt's bare, muscular arm.

"Maybe not. Well, not after tonight," Kurt grinned at Blaine, who smiled even wider back at him. He could not even express how he felt about this into words: he simply drew Kurt in for another sweet, sweet kiss.

A/N: I basically wrote this in an hour while Glee was on, which I wouldn't be able to watch anyway because my dad is using the tv to watch soccer :( Hope you liked it/are enjoying these! I'm having fun writing them :)