Apparently, his school had a special in service day for teachers and he decided it would be great to go back to his old stomping grounds and see everyone.

Unfortunately, that everyone included, Dave Karofsky who was forced to endure an entire day of Kurt Hummel.

He had been drinking a really crappy cappuccino he had picked up at a gas station on his way to school when he saw a familiar body sashaying down the halls. He nearly choke on his coffee when he saw him.

What the hell was Hummel doing there? He didn't go to school there anymore.

The entire day, Dave was on edge. He purposely avoided his locker, and any place he would accidentally run into Kurt.

But then they ended up in the same lunch period, and Dave was forced to endure watching Kurt suck a lollipop the entire time. It was graphic. His lips were bright cherry red and watching him work it in his mouth and working his tongue like that, gave Dave all sorts of filthy ideas and thoughts. By the end he had a raging hard on and was even more frustrated than ever before.

Then he showed up in his French class beside Mercedes and when Dave and Mercedes were paired up to go over verbs, Kurt joined them as well.

It was pure torture, sitting there reciting verbs and having Kurt watch him. He was unreadable to. There was no real emotion or telltale sign to indicate what Kurt was thinking. Just staring. It made him incredibly uncomfortable.

School was finally over then, and Dave made a beeline for the locker room to get ready for hockey practice.

He thought he was home free.

He went to practice, and when it was over nearly everyone left immediately. But Dave insisted on staying and skating a few more drills before he went home for the day.

It was now over an hour later. He was back in the locker and trying to get all his pads off and into the shower.

It had been a long and strenuous day. His muscles ached, his legs felt like jelly from skating so long, and he huge bruise on his thigh from taking a crushing hit during practice.

He ached everywhere and what he really longed for was a deep tissue massage, but he settled for a scalding hot shower to help relieve some of the tension he had been carrying all day.

He could barely move his arms, but he finally took a bit of soap and rubbed it into his hair. He let his arms fall to his side and he stepped under the stream of water pouring down.

The water felt amazing. It was sharp and hot and worked on the muscles in his neck and shoulders that were knotted up with tension.

He groaned a bit and flexed his neck.

His eyes still closed, he used some of the Axe body wash his mother insisted he carry with him and use before he returned home from any game or practice.

He worked the soap into his body. Starting with his torso. He rubbed the soap into his chest, over his nipples and down into his stomach. As his hands roamed and dipped lower, he could feel himself hardening.

The image of Kurt Hummel sucking on that lollipop popped into his head, and he groaned again, thankful no one was around to hear.

While, Dave, who was slowly but surely coming to terms with the fact that he was not completely straight, as he had so adamantly believed and wanted to be true, he still hated the type of reaction Kurt could cause in him.

The one guy he actually was attracted to and wanted, despised him and in fact ran away to another school because of him. So it was really unfortunate and rather annoying that he was the only fodder he could come up with for jacking off material.

Damnit though, he was hard and it was uncomfortable, and right now all he wanted was relief from all the tension, pressure, pain, and stress he was dealing with.

So he reached down and started to rub.

He called into instant replay the lewd and graphic details of Kurt licking and sucking on the head of the lollipop, and then pushing it in and out of his mouth.

He tried to hold back the moans but he couldn't help himself.

He started to pick up speed with his hand and reached out to brace the shower wall with his other hand.

His head was flung back as the water poured over his face and chest and he was reaching the brink rapidly.

Without thinking, he let the name of his enemy and greatest desire slip from his lips.

"Hummel…"

Suddenly he heard a reply,

"Was there something you needed Karofsky?"

Dave's hand stilled suddenly. His head popped up and he nearly fell over from shock.

He opened his eyes to see a very stoic Kurt Hummel standing in the middle of the locker room.

"Umm, no." Dave willed his erection and breathing to go down. Neither of which cooperated.

"Really? It sounded and looked like quite a fantasy you were having there."

Dave was barely able to choke out a response.

"What?"

"How often do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Jerk off to the thought of me."

"I don't."

"Really? Well I may have believed that if I didn't hear you say my name, David."

"Fine. So you caught me. What the hell are you doing in here anyway?"

"Glee practice, Mercedes and Rachel are having yet another diva off, and I was bored."

"So you decided to come into the boy's locker room?"

"I saw you come in after hockey practice."

"So what? You decided to follow me? Why?"

"Because I was curious."

"Curious about what?"

"Curious if I was right or not."

"About what?"

"Your body. But I was clearly wrong, David. You are not chubby at all."

Kurt grinned.

"You can only see the top of my chest, how are you sure about that?"

"The door is rather see through, Karofsky."

"Oh."

Dave was suddenly very embarrassed. There he was with his penis jutting gout, hard as a rock, and Kurt Hummel making fun of him."

"Alright, Hummel. It's very funny. You caught the in the closet jock jerking off to the thought of you. What are you going to do about it? Take a picture and spread it around? Blackmail me, what?"

"Actually, I was thinking maybe I'd offer you my help."

"Help? What kind of help?"

"Oh you know my hands, my lips, my tongue…"

Dave nearly did choke then,

"What?"

"Like I said, I'm curious."

"But, you hate me."

"I hated the idea of who you were and what you did, Dave. But I hear you are in therapy now and have actually gotten better since I left."

"And?"

"And I find that admirable. That you got help, plus I sort of lied that day when we were in here before."

"About what?"

By this time, Kurt was inching closer to Dave in the shower. Pieces of clothing coming off and being neatly stacked on the benches. He was now down to his boxers, and Dave could see he was already hard as well.

Kurt finally removed the last piece of his clothing and stepped into the shower.

He reached forward and lightly placed his hands on Dave's hips and reached up to whisper in his ear.

"About jocks not being my type, because they totally are."

Dave closed his eyes as he felt Kurt's fingertips pressing into his sides, his warm breath tickling his earlobe, and the hardness he felt pressed against hi thigh.

If this was a fantasy, it was the best one his brain ever came up with.

Then Kurt settled back on his feet, without removing his hand from Dave's hips and said,

"So what you were fantasizing about before?"

Dave looked down into Kurt's angelic face.

"You and that damned lollipop from lunch."

"Really? I didn't think you'd noticed."

"What?"

"You think I was just doing that for myself? I don't' like lollipops quite that much."

"Wait, what?"

"I was basically blowing it, and don't tell me you didn't notice, because I think this right here would prove otherwise."

Kurt's hands were suddenly on Dave's penis. He used both hands to lightly jerk and tug with one hand and the other hand rubbing patterns over it with his thumb.

Dave nearly fell over from the sensation.

"Kurt…"

"What?"

"That's not quite the fantasy I had."

"Oh really? Well then, Dave, tell me what your fantasy is."

"That you would be blow me like you did that lollipop."

"Hmmm, well if you insist, I'm going to need the water turned off."

Without hesitation and feeling somewhat blindly behind him, he turned the water off.

Kurt was slowly kneeling then, but as he slid down Dave's torso and legs, he refused to break contact.

Then Dave felt more than saw, Kurt reach out his tongue and run it lightly up and around his penis.

The feeling and sensation was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. His brain was trying to place the feeling, but it kept misfiring.

Dave's pupils were blown wide by this time. The only thing he could focus on was the bright red cherry lips that were sucking a lollipop earlier were wrapped around his cock, and all the things he had seen Kurt torturing him with before were actually doing it to his cock.

He knew that it was going to be over embarrassingly quick, but at that moment, all he cared about was finally getting release. The fact that he was getting it from the one person he fantasized about more than any other person in the world was the icing on the cake.

He could feel his orgasm start in his stomach, the familiar tension building into a power release.

He tried to warn Kurt, to pull him off, but he kept up the pace. He grinned and lightly scraped his teeth along his member, then chuckled. The vibrations of his throat and mouth on Dave's cock proved to be more than he could handle, and in a fit of lust and passion, he grabbed Kurt's hair and pulled him as close as possible and released down his throat.

He finally relaxed his fingers and Kurt pulled off him with a pop.

He licked the excess come off his lips and grinned.

He slid back up Dave's chest and around him.

He turned the water back on and told Dave to give him some of the soap he was using.

Dave was so confused, what had just happened?

He turned the water back on and let Kurt do whatever it was that he wanted.

When Kurt told him to get on his knees, he figured he was supposed to return the favor, but Kurt told him to turn around, and when his eyes flew open in apprehension and shock, Kurt giggled.

"Relax, Karofsky. We haven't reached that stage in our relationship. Yet."

YET!

Dave really just wanted to know what the hell was going on.

But then he felt Kurt's hand in his scalp giving him a massage. Kurt gently washed his face, and body, and then pressed his skillful and dexterous hands into his back and neck and shoulders. It was the best massage he had ever had in his life, and Kurt Hummel was giving it to him, immediately after giving him a blowjob.

What the fresh hell?

Then as soon as it began, Kurt was telling Dave to get up.

The shower was over and Kurt stepped out. He grabbed a towel from one of the racks, washed off, slipped his clothes back on, and was headed back toward the door before Dave's brain was functioning again.

"Get some rest tonight, Dave. Because I fully expect you to repay the favor. Oh, and I'll see you in class tomorrow. I'm transferring back."

He winked, smiled and was gone.

Dave slumped back against the shower.

He had no idea what was going to happen, but if what had just happened was any indication, life would never be boring with Kurt Hummel in it.