Wake-up Call

Rating: M

Author: MsNarwhal

Summary: Kurt is depressed when Blaine played the "friends-only" card. Kurt decides to get comfort from the Warblers…all of them

A/N: Thank you for reviewing to my previous story! WARNING: I MADE KURT A MAN-WHORE! DON'T LIKE, DON'T YOU DARE READ.

Another A/N: I only know eight of the sixteen Warblers so here come the OC's! ALSO all of the Warblers are gay ^-^.

Not established relationship.

Spoilers: Post "Silly Love Songs"

POV: Kurt

Disclaimer: I am sooooo sorry if I might've somehow stolen your ideas out of your mind…I'm sorry I'm psychic. I own nothing…except for a few Warblers.

I'm fine, I'm over it. I won't let what Blaine said disturb me. If that's true why am I still crying? I'm so pathetic, crying over a boy who just wants to be friends. I hate Blaine right now, but who am I kidding. I'm not good enough for him. And besides, he is my mentor he's only supposed to teach me. So here I am, in the commons room crying my pathetic little heart out, where anyone could walk in. And someone does.

"Aw crap. Who could that be? Please, please, don't let it be Blaine."

"Kurt? Are you okay?"

"That voice…that isn't Blaine's voice…it's…"

"Kurt? What happened?" I sniffled and looked up. I probably looked like a snotty zombie of some kind, my hair was ruffled because I kept on trying to pull it out during my anger stage, and my face was stained with disgusting tears. I was surprised not to see Wes or David. His name was…Jeff I think.

"J-Jeff, h-hi. I'm sorry, I must look like a mess right now. I was just…uh crying as you can tell. I bet you can guess why." He looked at me like I was crazy for a second before he suddenly looked at me with accepting eyes.

"Kurt, it's okay. There are guys better than Blaine-here go clean yourself up." He handed me a handkerchief and I quickly cleaned myself up.

"Yeah…I guess so. I guess there are other fish in the sea...," I whispered. Jeff leaned in a bit closer to me.

"Exactly…I guess I could …help you a bit more…if you'd be willing to go with me to Breadstix?" I raise an eyebrow at him, but nod. "How about I pick you up at your dorm at around…six to…talk?" I giggled at his attempt at being flirty.

"Jeff Warbler, are you trying to get into my designer pants?" I said raising an eyebrow at him. He flushed several shades of red and looked away. I giggled again. I kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Of course I would, Jeff," I said with a suggestive wink.

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I'm back at my dorm staring at my extensive wardrobe, panicking because I can't decide on what to wear. I know I have hundreds of possibilities, but I couldn't find any date clothes. I plopped onto the bed and sighed. I guess I could just dress casually…no…he would think I'm some kind of floozy. I finally decided on my old see-through rain coat with a blue checkered shirt and a white scarf. I wore purple skinny jeans with a gold chain hanging by the side to add some bad-assness. I just finished coifing my hair when I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in! It's open!" I yelled, knowing it was Jeff.

"Hey there-wow Kurt…you look…hot." Jeff was practically oogling over me and it was kind of creepy…yet somehow flattering.

"You don't look so bad yourself hot-stuff," I said with a flirtatious wink. He blushed several shades of red, and I couldn't help but smirk at the fact I wasn't the embarrassed one for a change. "So, are we going or not?" I asked thinking we would finally get this show on the road. All he did was nod and take my hand. I could tell a lot of people were staring at us because it would usually be Blaine holding my hand and running down a corridor. I just brushed it off and continued our little stroll to the parking lot. On our way there, I couldn't help but look around, just to see if Blaine saw us, I don't know why, but I really wanted to make Blaine jealous, I mean who doesn't want to break the heart of the guy who broke yours?

"So…who's car are we taking? I mean, I'm fine with taking my car…but-"I didn't hear what else he was going to say. I felt a glare burning at the back of my head. I just smirked and nodded to whatever he was saying. I don't know why I didn't notice Jeff before. I guess it was because I didn't think he was gay. I loved his hair. It was a sort of blonde Justin Beiber-ish style, and I loved the color. He was taller than me, and he had the most beautiful eyes. He had casual clothes, but not too casual. I think Jeff could help me get over Blaine just fine. "-so which one?" he asked when I finally tuned back in to the conversation.

"Uh…Lets take your car…mine's is pretty far away from here," I said. "Yeah about three miles away in Lima…"

"Cool my car's over there," he said pointing to a red Ferrari. My mouth made a little "o".

"Holy crap…Jeff…you must be rich…like…really rich…" I whispered in awe. He just chuckled and nodded. He opened the door for me-"What a gentleman"-before he slipped onto the driver's seat. The ride over was relatively quiet, it was mostly full of "Did you finish your homework" and "Have you ever been severely injured"-s. When we finally reached Breadstix I couldn't help but feel like something was going to happen. I didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing, but it was…some…thing. Jeff led us in and we ignored the glares and double takes as we walked by holding hands. We finally reached a secluded booth in the back of the restaurant.

"You know Breadstix legally cannot stop giving you breadsticks until you tell them not to? I wonder who made that law…," Jeff said, chuckling. I couldn't help but laugh too because as awesome as that sounds, the breadsticks here really suck. The waiter finally came, and I didn't really think much about until-

"Kurt is that you?" I glanced up to see Blaine, in all of his sexiness, standing there his hair ungelled and working as a waiter at this mediocre restaurant. Jeff looked up as well and smirked.

"Why hello Blaine. I see you work at Breadstix now." Jeff and Blaine exchanged glares. I giggled to myself at their childish jealousy. As much as I love boys fawning over me, I really didn't want them to kill each other.

"Uh Jeff as much as I love watching you guys have a staring contest, I would like to get back to our date now," I whispered as sexily as I could into his ear. Apparently it did because I could see a slight rise in his pants at that moment. I smirked and looked over at Blaine. "Blaine can you get us some water and spaghetti? Thank you," I said shooing him away. I saw the heartbreak in Blaine's eyes, but I looked into his eyes with the exact same heartbreak. He looked shocked for a moment before nodding and walking away.

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I felt my blood boil when I saw how happy Kurt was with that Jeff guy. I honestly don't know why, but I just did. I'm supposed to be his mentor. He needs a friend from me more than he needs a boyfriend or lover or whatever. I'm not supposed to feel this way towards him. When Kurt smirked at Jeff I almost lost it. I would've attacked that Jeff guy then and there, if it wasn't for Kurt's order. I quickly scribbled his order and walked away.

I'm his teacher his mentor his friend he deserves someone better. Jeff is one of the richest kids in the school and he's a damn good singer, why should I be jealous of Jeff and not Kurt then? I told the cook the order and he quickly made the spaghetti. They only ordered one so I couldn't spit in their food. I walked over to the back of the restaurant and I almost dropped their food. They were making out in the stall. In public. I could see one of Kurt's arms around Jeff's neck and the other on his lap. I walked over to them and whispered, "Your spaghetti," before scurrying off.

"Kurt moved on. He doesn't like me anymore."I could feel my heart shatter when I thought that. I loved him and I let him slip from my fingers. I guess I kind of deserve it though. I fight back the tears that are threatening to fall and put on my mask of fake happiness to serve the rest of the customers. I know, I just know, I can never have him.

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We separated long enough to see Blaine walk away as fast as he possibly could when he saw us. I grinned. Now he knew what it was like for me when he serenaded Jeremiah. I handed Jeff a fork and we ate our shared spaghetti. I was expecting one of those spaghetti things like in Lady and the Tramp to happen, but it didn't. I was a little disappointed, but shrugged it off. I took out my wallet to pay, but Jeff took out his and laid out the tip and the bill. I was shocked, but kissed him on the cheek as thanks. We quickly left the restaurant and headed back to Dalton.

"So did you have a good time?" Jeff asked me outside my dorm. I nodded and hugged him.

"I had a great time, Jeff, thanks a lot," I whispered. Jeff chuckled.

"I hope we could do it again sometime…," he mumbled nervously. I giggled, he was scratching the back of his head nervously and he just looked so adorable.

"Yeah…Hey Jeff, my roommate's not here for a couple days on a field trip, do you want to stay over and watch some movies?" I asked hopefully. Jeff beamed and I noticed the slightest gleam in his eyes when I asked.

"Of course Kurt! I'd love to stay over!" I chuckled at his childishness. He was so adorable and childish. I unlocked the door to my dorm and led him inside.

"So what movie do you want to watch? I mostly have Disney stuff, if that's okay with you," I asked rummaging through my movie drawers.

"Oh I'm fine with anything, Kurt," I heard him answer. I dug through my drawers and found an old copy of Mulan and chuckled. I showed it to him for approval and he nodded. I popped it into the DVD player and joined him on the bed. We chatted endlessly about how they couldn't have possibly found out about the woman in their camp. I was sitting next to Jeff, but by the time it reached the point where they were singing "I'll Make a Man Out of You" my head was resting on his lap. I don't remember when it started, but Jeff started to kiss down my neck. I sat up so my head was resting on his chest and our legs were tangled together.

"Mmmmm Jeff…," I mumbled as he continued to nip at the sensitive skin of my neck. He licked and nipped at my earlobe while slowly pulling up my shirt. I turned around so I was straddling him and attacked his lips with mine. His hands grabbed my ass and I made a little yelp. Jeff pulled my shirt over my head and pushed me gently so I was under him. He made a trail of kisses all over my chest. I fisted his beautiful blonde hair when he started to lick and suck on my nipple. Jeff brought his knee up to my groin and rubbed it. I moaned and writhed underneath him. I haven't felt this much pleasure since-hell I don't think I've ever felt this much pleasure.

"Kurt you taste so good. And you're so soft," was all I heard Jeff say. I flushed an even darker shade of red at the compliment. I pulled Jeff's face to mine and I kissed him with as much passion as I could muster. He unzipped my jeans and pulled them and my boxers down in one fluid motion. I attacked his lips once more before examining my handiwork. His lips were swollen and his pupils were dilated. His hair was a disheveled mess and his shirt was extremely wrinkled. Jeff was scanning me up and down and I flushed in embarrassment. I quickly attempted to cover myself, but Jeff stopped me by saying, "You're beautiful" and kissing my forehead.

"Jeff, this isn't fair-you have all of your clothes on and I'm naked," I said sassily. I quickly tore off his shirt (not literally of course) and pulled down his jeans and boxers. I pushed Jeff under me and straddled him once again. I ground our hips together and we both groaned. I looked down to see our dicks touching and it was beautiful. I rolled my hips again and again, moaning at any kind of friction I could have. I trailed my fingers down his impressive chest. He had an awesome six-pack and he was hung like a frickin' horse. I rolled my hips and ground us together several times and I could feel the coil in my stomach getting tighter and tighter.

"Ahhh Kurt! I'm-"

"Me too Jeff! Come with me!" and with that we came simultaneously. The look of Jeff's face was beautiful. It was so full of love and lust. I collapsed on top of Jeff, our chests still sticky from our orgasms. It was so dirty. I kissed Jeff on the forehead before drifting off into a deep sleep.

When I woke up that morning I felt sticky and itchy. I looked down to see me and Jeff painted white. I blushed at the memory of coming all over each other. I kissed him quickly on the cheek before running to the bathroom. I took a long shower to compensate for the dirtiness I felt earlier. Once I was finished I took a quick glance at Jeff to still see him snoring happily. I hurriedly put on my uniform and sat on the bed next to the sleeping boy.

"Jeff~ Jeff. Time to wake up~," I said in a singsong voice. All Jeff did was grumble slightly and continued on snoring. I gently shook him while whispering things like," You're going to be late" and "Hurry up". I sighed. I guess there was only one way to solve this problem. I crawled over near the foot of the bed and sat there. I crawled in between his legs and licked at his member. I watched him shake and writhe under me as I lapped at his dick. I slowly surrounded his now erect member with my mouth and I saw his eyes snap open. I sucked on him like my life depended on it. My cheeks were hallowed and I could feel myself getting hard as well. Jeff made a particularly loud moan as he poured his spunk down my throat. I quickly swallowed every drop while I watched Jeff come down from his high.

"That-that was one hell of a wake up," he breathed. Jeff's cheeks were flushed an incredibly dark red and his lips were parted slightly. He looked like a mess, but to me he looked fan-fucking-tastic. Jeff slowly rose from the bed to kiss my cheek. He sauntered over to the bathroom and I giggled at his hurriedness. I glanced at the clock to see it was already 7:30. Classes started in fifteen minutes. I quickly warned Jeff before running out of the dorm, not even bothering to fix my hair. I ran down to French, which was my first class. The French teacher, Mr. StClaire, didn't tolerate tardiness so I had to hurry. In my rush, I ran into another student.

"Oof. I'm so sorry," I said quickly. I glanced up to see a fellow Warbler. He looked very familiar, but I couldn't place his name.

"Oh it's alright," he said. He had a sweet alto voice that made my heart flutter. "Hey you're Kurt right? The countertenor? We haven't properly met but, I know you. My name's Jared." He extended his hand and I hastily shook it.

"It's nice to meet you Jared, I'm sorry if I seem rude, but I have to get to class, and Mr. StClaire doesn't tolerate tardiness," I said in a rush.

"Oh its fine, I understand. I hope we could meet again later!" he said politely. I nodded and ran quickly into French class. As I took my seat I realized something. "Doesn't Blaine have French with me?" I looked at the desk next to me to see Blaine staring at me. I could feel my palms begin to sweat under his gaze.

"So, how did your date with Jeff go last night?" he asked with venom in his voice. I grinned and took this moment into my advantage.

"It went fine. I had a lot of fun last night, we even went back to my dorm to watch Mulan," I answered innocently. I could feel Blaine's glare get even harsher.

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Jeff went into Kurt's dorm. My Kurt's? All logic flew away when he said that. Kurt is mine and I will not share. I grew up in a large family, three kids, me being the eldest. I always shared my toys without a problem, but something was different with Kurt. Kurt is mine and I will not share him.

So, how was it? Good? Bad? Medium? Don't worry, I'll update soon. I might tomorrow, so watch out. My boyfriend actually didn't write this smut, so tell me if I did well. Should I continue? I will get to work on "Different"-s sequel as well as the story with all of Kurt's sexy performances.