Chapter 2. Updates probably won't come this promptly again, but I was inspired (plus it was already half written :P). Here we see the first Kurt/member of the glee club (kinda). I hope you enjoy it.

Kurt had previously gone through several different options when it came to reliving himself of his (if he said so himself) rather large problem. Unfortunately, every single one had, in one way or another, crashed and burned, usually simultaneously.

Initially he had used Finn as material for his fantasies. The tall jock was the epitome of attractive high school crushes and Kurt knew he had fallen hard, hard and far. Of course, Finn was far too dense and had a latent homophobia that, whilst neither was deliberate in the least, was certainly not the most attractive of qualities.

You would think a turn-off would be a wonderful thing in Kurt's situation, right? Wrong. Kurt had tried it once. A mistake he had never made again. Whilst, he had been initially ok, the sexual desire he felt increased dramatically the next time he became aroused. If he again ignored that arousal and killed it in some way (imagining Rachel Berry naked seemed to work well) he found he just got aroused more often and in more ridiculous places and that could lead to some very awkward questions. His penchant for tight pants made it all the more awkward, it's very hard to hide a boner when there is no excess material after all (majorly uncomfortable too).

So, Kurt couldn't rely on Finn as he was. The current Finn was far too dopey and not in the least bit sexy, he was more like a puppy; a freakishly tall and strong puppy that used to throw him into the dumpster every day, but a puppy nonetheless.

The new Finn he created (in his mind of course, he wasn't quite smart enough to build a new one. That, and he didn't have any spare body parts lying around) was far more suave and sensual and in tune with what Kurt was feeling than the real Finn would ever be or could ever imagine being. He also moved different, Kurt couldn't imagine this imagined spiffy Finn with the clumsiness of the real thing, that would just be terrible, it would be like a James Bond who was a klutz and always missed his shot and injured himself, it would just never work.

Kurt had gone that far with his new construct, so why not go further, the new Finn was also smart, at least on par with Kurt himself. Many a time Kurt had imagined informed and detailed conversations between him and Finn mark 2 and each time the two had talked far into the night about the newest scientific discovery they saw on the news, the legalisation of gay marriage in another state, the latest fashions featured in Vogue and the ignorant Neanderthals at school.

But, of all the times Finn starred in Kurt's most secret fantasies, one stuck out as being far better than the rest. This one, however, wasn't even a conscious thought, at least, not to begin with.

Kurt had, as many teenage boys do (and Kurt more often than most) started to dream about a sexual encounter.

He was in a bar, dressed in his tightest trousers and his most bedazzled jacket, a silk bow tie tight around his throat, when a large pair of hands covered his eyes. Jumping slightly he had spun around quickly and soundly kissed the person responsible, one Finn Hudson (lookalike).

The dream's location had quickly changed, in the manner that most dreams do, and Kurt found himself in a bedroom. If it hadn't been a dream he would have expressed shock or even fainted in some way, but this wasn't reality, so it didn't affect him at all. He merely smirked at the taller teen (his bravery increased by his dream state) and reached out to tug the other boy towards himself.

"You sure you want this?" Finn asked.

"Of course I am." Kurt smiled; glad to have found such a compassionate lover. "Now let's do this."

In the way of dreams, Kurt once more found the scene had changed. He was now reclined on the large bed, the silk sheets caressing his fully exposed skin. Usually, he would have been shocked and appalled at the waste of good clothing, but right now he couldn't care less.

The Finn lookalike hadn't moved, he was still stood stoically at the end of the bed, but his expression had changed. Instead of the concerned mask there was now a distinct smug tilt to his lips and the left eyebrow was a good half a centimetre higher than the right.

Kurt pouted, disappointed by their dramatically different states of dress. "This is a little unfair you know. Are you going to join me?"

"Of course I am." Finn mirrored Kurt's previous words. "I wouldn't want to leave you high and dry without even having tried me out."

Kurt watched with bated breath as the other boy began to undress in front of him. The first thing to come off was the pants which, Kurt supposed, was a good decision (though not the one most would have chosen) because, no matter how hard you tried, the awkward shuffle to remove them would never be sexy.

That done and the pants flung to a distant corner of the room (where they promptly disappeared), the tall teen moved onto his shirt, loosening his tie first and then slowly undoing each button. Kurt groaned at the teasing as the boys fingers worked slower than he had ever imagined possible in this situation and he reached a hand between his legs, hoping to ease a little of the tension that had built up there, his soft strokes helping to appease it. But only a little. The Finn lookalike merely smirked and, having finally undone the last button, slid the material from his shoulders and it promptly joined the trousers in the nothingness at the edges of Kurt's mind.

Now, clad in only his underwear and a tie, the ten spread his arms slightly, asking Kurt what he wished to do next. "What do you think?" Kurt asked and seeing his hands move to the tie he rolled his eyes, "fucking tease." He muttered, "Keep the tie and remove everything else."

"As you desire." Finn grinned doing an exaggerated mock bow. "I feel like a stripper with the tie. I won't say I'm completely averse to the idea."

Kurt found the tension increasing evermore at that image and gestured impatiently for the boy to continue, happy to see that he obliged. With his hips moving to a silent beat the quarterback slowly slid the thin material confining him down his legs and let them drop to the floor. But Kurt didn't see any of that; everything beyond upper thigh was no longer interesting to him once the teen's member was allowed full freedom. It seemed the rumours were true; the tall boy was most definitely in proportion.

It was the first that Kurt had ever seen, outside of internet porn and those times involving his father and the lack of lock on the bathroom (an image he quickly squashed, not wanting to ruin the moment). It was bigger than Kurt's own, though he liked to think not by much, and was curved towards the other boy's chest, glistening slightly from his arousal. Kurt leaned forwards slightly from his position, wanting to see the other boy more clearly, his own arousal desperately trying to imitate the other boy's, beads of sweat starting to form upon his skin as he tried to resist the urge to pleasure himself to completion.

Finn also moved forwards, crawling across the bed towards the smaller teen. Kurt smiled at him, looking up through his lashes and raised one hand, cocking his finger in a come hither motion and grinned when the other boy gladly complied capturing his lips gently.

Kurt, not standing for just that, especially after all that teasing, deepened the kiss and, even from his position beneath the tall boy, took control. His tongue easily slipped between the other's compliant lips and he practically purred at the friction created between the slick muscles.

Reaching up with both arms, he wound them around Finn's neck, pulling the other boy closer still. An action that, whilst it did as intended and increased the feelings from the kiss, also succeeded in tipping the tall boy's fragile balance and causing him to collapse quite heavily on top of the smaller teen.

Kurt couldn't help but let out a groan of pain as the taller boy's, decidedly weighty form restricted his breathing. But that soon changed to a moan of pleasure as Finn quickly lifted himself and began to lick gently at Kurt's nipples in a move that would be impossible in a non-dream state.

The slick tongue massaged the sensitive skin in a way that Kurt's fingers had never been able to do. His arms, which were still wrapped around Finn's neck, slowly guided him downwards towards the area that was now really demanding attention. Small sounds of impatience leaving his partially open mouth, his breathing too heavy to breathe through his nose.

Finn chuckled from his position at Kurt's crotch, an action that caused a puff of air to wrap around the hard member. Kurt's thighs twitched as he anticipated what was soon to come and Finn didn't let him down. The tongue that had been so delightful against his nipples easily wrapped around the engorged organ, running its way up the pronounced vein before teasing the tip.

"You're a tease, you know that?" Kurt groaned. "Please-" He broke off with a sharp release of air as the taller boy encased his tip in the warm heat of his mouth. The boy (due to his imaginary state) was, of course, incredible at this. His tongue slicked over the right places and his mouth exerted pressure in a way that Kurt had never experienced before. Kurt's favourite part, he had decided, was when the boy began to hum softly as he moved, the vibrations sending wonderful sensations up his shat and straight to him brain.

Kurt was slowly unravelling on those silk sheets. His hands had lost the ability to grip and instead spasmed weakly on the bed sheets and Finn's hair. His own hair was mussed and rumpled because of the way he was leaning against the wall, each movement causing it to become messier. Even his eyes had lost the ability to stay open, they had fluttered closed as the taller boy had begun his ministrations and had become too heavy to open once more.

Finn grinned, happy to be causing such feelings to overtake the fabulous boy. He had never seen him so undone before and this image was one he would keep in his mind forever (or would have if he was real). He pulled away fully for a moment to truly enjoy his handiwork and, seeing Kurt begin to squirm in discomfort, blew gently across the leaking cock, knowing that the sudden change in temperature would cause a shock that usually pushed people closer to the metaphorical edge.

Feeling the legs beneath his hands spasm, Finn moved back down and encased the tip once more. Swirling his tongue round it he listened carefully for the telltale hitch in breath from the smaller teen and, hearing it, took the entire length into his mouth and throat, his non-existent gag reflex being very useful (Kurt wasn't about to imagine a lover with a gag reflex, that would be a real turn off).

Kurt's neck was the next to lose strength and his head was now only fully upright due to the wall behind it. His mouth was also beyond his control. A series of unintelligible noises and heavy breaths was all he could physically utter due to the myriad of feelings and sensations overwhelming him. With each noise he tried to tell Finn just how much he was enjoying this, but was unable to form the words as Finn would do something new or increase the pressure just as he was about to speak.

Finn sucked harder as he felt the boy arch his back and gladly milked him for every drop he had, the salty substance sliding down his throat easily. Once he was sure that the boy was completely finished and he had licked the softening member completely clean (even in a dream, Kurt wouldn't tolerate a mess), he pushed himself up with his arms and just watched as the boy put himself back together.

Kurt, finally back in control of his eyes, cracked them open and smiled tiredly at the taller boy. "Thank you. That was..."

"Incredible." Finn finished when he saw that the other boy was too tired to continue.

"Yeah..." Kurt mumbled, rolling over and wrapping the sheets further around himself. He snuggled deeper into the soft cotton, his left arm sneaking outside of the warm confines searching for another body and, finding none, retreated back again.

He had woken up that morning to stained underwear and an unusually lonely feeling. It had been easy to clean up, his sheets being washed separately just as his clothes were, and his father was never aware of his night time exploits. That image played into his fantasies for quite a while and he enjoyed it thoroughly.

However, this image of a suave Finn had been shattered as soon as Finn moved into his house. Even before the basement incident, Kurt had been unable to use Finn as an image any longer.

Kurt would be the first to admit that he and Finn barely knew each other. At the Glee club's conception and Finn's joining the two didn't have any contact other than for the regular dumpster dives, and they were hardly conductive to a healthy friendship. As Glee club progressed and more people joined he and Finn became closer, as people tend to do when they spend large amounts of time together. However, even then, the two never really had much in common and their conversations tended to revolve around the basics, 'how are you?', 'Glee was fun today' and other such inane niceties.

After Kurt set his father and Carole up though, he knew he would have to find a new fantasy. He could ignore the other boy's bad habits when he only saw them for a few hours a day and usually from a distance. But, when living in such close proximity it was much, much harder to ignore.

Kurt's perfect image had crumbled and he was forced to admit to himself that he had been in love with this perfect idea of Finn and not the real thing. The true Finn was: too unintelligent for Kurt, he wasn't so stupid that a conversation couldn't be held with him, but Kurt just found it hard work after a while, explaining things you say several times can get tiring (and Kurt uses a lot of long words, so there is a lot of explaining); His personal hygiene and cleanliness left a lot to be desired, Kurt didn't know how many dirty socks he had removed from his bed; He was uncoordinated and ungainly, nothing like the debonair construct of Kurt's mind; And, finally, his fashion sense was atrocious, plaid, whilst acceptable in one clothing item, much like denim, plaid on plaid was just plain wrong.

Then, of course, the whole basement incident occurred and the few remaining embers that were still lit for the other boy were extinguished for good. His homophobia, whilst not intentional or deliberately hurtful, was painful for exactly those reasons. At least with Karofsky, Kurt expected it and the insults didn't come from inside his own home. Kurt had really tried hard on that basement and had thought the final result, whilst maybe being a little more feminine than initially intended, looked impressive. He had loved his old room, Dior grey always looked incredible on Kurt, especially against his skin tone, but not for Finn's, so he had been willing to change it in order to help Finn settle into his new home and to have all that hard work thrown back in his face had stung. He may have told his dad that he didn't take it that way and that was completely true. Being called a 'fag' didn't really hurt him anymore, it had lost all meaning, he was called it so often now that he could just shrug it off (bullies really needed more originality in their insults). But, the blatant disregard for his feelings, the betrayal in his own home and the complete loss of the 'perfect' boy he had idolised for so long, now that had hurt and that he couldn't handle.

He had forgiven Finn eventually. The red rubber dress (that looked suspiciously like the old shower curtain Kurt knew Carole was planning on throwing out) had certainly helped him in that respect. No one who wasn't truly serious about being forgiven would ever, ever, wear something that hideous (Kurt hoped so at least). They still weren't quite the same as before of course, their conversations were more forced and there was always an underlying tension, like Finn was scared he'd accidentally offend Kurt in some way.

Kurt knew it would sort itself out eventually, things like this always did, but first he needed to sort out his problem. He needed a new object for his fantasies.

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Did I mention before that I have about 25-30 chapters penned out in plan form (ie a series of bullet points that need to be majorly expanded) so, over time, this story could become huge. It is, however, just something I'm working on when I'm inspired and when I feel like it. Have you ever tried to write smut when you can't be arsed? It's harder than it sounds (no pun intended). So, although updates will happen, they won't be regular.