Character/Pairing: Kurt and Blaine

Rating: M

Word Count: 2211

Summary: Kurt finds himself in Juvie through no fault of his own, and finds an instant bond with the new inmate. Things get very, very heated, very, very quickly!

Authors Notes: This story might feel like it ended suddenly, which I am sorry for. It was only meant to be a one-shot, but it just kept on writing itself, so I decided to stop the ideas that kept spewing itself out and end it. Although, if you enjoyed it and want me to turn this into a fic, let me know (by review of course) and I may just fill in a few of the blanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own glee!

Sometimes Kurt couldn't believe he'd landed himself here. In a place with thugs and criminals. He didn't belong with these kinds of people, he was the complete opposite of them, he was a victim.

Okay, he had put someone in a coma, but it wasn't intentional, it was self-defence. The thug, a jock Kurt knew from school, had been descending upon him, like Kurt was his pray. Kurt had run up the schools steps, to get away, but found, to his dismay, that once he reached the top he'd had nowhere to go and Karofsky was still chasing him, with hunger in his eyes.

The only way out for Kurt was past Karofsky, but his way was blocked by the Neanderthal. Kurt had tried to dodge past the jock, but Karofsky had lost his footing. Kurt watched as the hulk of a boy tumbled down two flights of cold, hard steps. Instantly, Kurt's hand flew to his mouth, he choked down a sob, he wasn't sure if the boy was alive or dead, so Kurt ran down the stairs.

He let out a breath that he hadn't known he'd been holding when he'd felt a pulse, although moments later panic set in once again, he saw blood trickling down the steps, leaking from the back of the boys head. In a haze, Kurt had dialled the emergency services, explaining everything that had happened, he sat and waited for them to arrive, for the ambulance to take Karofsky to hospital.

Kurt knew the police would question him about the incident, they needed to find out the actions that had lead to this accident. What Kurt hadn't expected was a court case, one that would carry on for months, detaining Kurt in a juvenile delinquent centre, whilst a verdict was being reached.

So, here he was in his cell with two other boys, he'd found out their names were Wes and David. He didn't make friends with either of them, he kept to himself whilst the months wore on. He was relieved when he first moved in, he had a bunk-bed to himself, and his two cell mates left him alone, preferring to socialise in the common room with the other inmates.

Kurt preferred to remain in solitude, he'd taken the highest bunk so that he could keep out of the way of the others. He knew that his being gay would make them uncomfortable, he didn't know how they would react, they could easily take advantage of him (this was a prison after all), or they could beat him to a pulp if they got scared he was going to pass the gay onto them. Kurt knew, this was how these people dealt with their fear, the only way they knew how, which was with violence. On the outside of Kurt was out and proud, when inside Kurt was so far in the closet, he was having conversations with Mr. Tumnus from Narnia.

That remained the way for the first couple of months in Juvie. The third month though, everything changed.

Kurt was, as usual, led on the top bunk reading one of the books he'd checked out the library. He was struggling to read this book, mostly because it was in French, as he'd read all the English literature books that was in the library.

Wes and David walked in moments later, talking animatedly to another boy, Kurt had never seen before. He was short, older then Kurt was, but he couldn't be any more than Eighteen, Kurt deduced.

'Oh man! Anderson! I can't believe you got caught, what you in here for? Arson, Robbery? Car Jacking?' Wes was questioning the boy.

Kurt's interest piqued, it seemed that Wes knew the boy. He hadn't known what any of the boys were in for actually, and he always like a bit of gossip.

'GBH, actually.' the boy, 'Anderson' answered Wes, seeming almost proud of himself.

'I can't believe we're all rooming again!' David exclaimed, after a brief silence and the previous subject dropped like an atom bomb.

'Yeah, it'll be just like at Dalton!' exclaimed Anderson.

'With even more rules to break.' Wes added.

Kurt couldn't help but stare openly at the group. Wasn't Dalton a private school? One where you had to have a lot of money to get into? Unless you had a scholarship, and none of the three boys in front of him looked like Straight-A Students, well, they were in Juvie after all.

'So, which bunk is yours?' Anderson asked the other two boys.

'We're here', David gestured towards the bunks he shared with Wes.

'So, I'll be over here.' Anderson turned, and looked directly towards Kurt.

Their eyes met and a smirk appeared on Andersons face, one that made Kurt extremely uncomfortable.

'I'll take the top bunk.' Anderson stated, the smirk never leaving his face and his eyes lingered on Kurt's. Both boys held the stare, Anderson's eyes were twinkling and full of mischief, daring Kurt to look away. Kurt took on the dare, for some reason he didn't feel threatened by this other boy and could knew he could hold a bitch-glare better than anyone.

'This is my bed!' Kurt challenged him, continuing the staring game with Anderson. No way was he giving his bed up for anyone.

Andersons eyes trailed down Kurt's torso, then back up again.

'You can stay there if you want', Anderson said, shrugging.

Kurt let out a relieve sigh, rolling onto his back, trying once more to concentrate on the book he held in his hands. He felt the mattress shift next to him, as Anderson hopped effortlessly next to him sitting with his legs dangling off the bed. Anderson moved so that he was facing towards Kurt, he swatted the book out of Kurt's hands, and placed his own either side of Kurt's head.

'But you'll have to get used to me sleeping next to you', Anderson said, leaning down and whispering directly into Kurt's ear. Causing a shiver to run through the latter boy's body.

'Blaine? We're going down to the common room to hang out with the others. You coming?' Kurt heard Wes call out.

'Hopefully I will be soon.' Blaine chuckled, eyes roaming Kurt's body, before their eyes interlocked once more.

'Uh, see you down there.' David shouted, before he exited the room with Wes, leaving Kurt and Blaine together, alone.

'What are you staring at?' Kurt finally snapped, once he was sure the other two boys were out of hearing distance. He was actually enjoying the attention off the other boy, Kurt had taken him in, he was gorgeous. Especially those hazel eyes, the ones which Kurt hadn't taken his own eyes off for a moment.

'Some damn, fine piece of ass.', Blaine stated.

He didn't know who initiated it, but suddenly Kurt felt himself raise slightly as Blaine lowered himself, and their lips met. Their actions were furious, hard and lust-filled, both boys were thrusting against each other and moaning. Kurt felt himself climaxing nearly ready to let go, suddenly he felt a coldness where Blaine had been.

'Better not get too carried away, need to save something for later.' Blaine chuckled, now half way across the room.

'Fuck you!' Kurt shouted at him, he was surprised at himself and his sudden boldness. Apparently Juvie had toughened him up a little.

'Later!' Blaine called as he exited the room, still chuckling to himself.

Kurt let out a sigh and flopped back down onto the pillow. How the hell was he supposed to concentrate on reading French now, when he was so turned on, thinking of the things he wanted to do to Blaine, or the things he wanted Blaine to do to him.

Kurt was dosing, with his French book laying across his chest, when he heard someone enter the room a few hours later.

'Hey.' it was Blaine, he couldn't quite tell, but he thought he'd heard an almost tender tone in the other boy's voice.

Kurt turn his head to look at Blaine but didn't say anything. Blaine was currently stood in the doorway, one hand was pushed into his jeans pocket, his other arm leant against the doorframe of the cell they shared. Kurt wasn't sure if Blaine was trying to be seductive or not, but it was one of the sexiest things Kurt had ever seen in his life.

He let out a frustrated moan, then turned himself so he was staring at the ceiling.

Blaine walked into the room, closing the door behind him. Kurt looked once more towards Blaine, the room had gone slightly darker when the door had shut. He was unsure what Blaine's intentions were, had he been testing him earlier? Trying to find out whether Kurt was really gay or not? Was he going to beat him up now? Oh, please, no! Kurt thought to himself.

Blaine, however, just started taking off items of clothing, starting with the leather jacket, which he hung around the wooden chair. Blaine removed his shoes and socks, facing away from Kurt, so that the latter boy had a very good view of the former boy's rear end. Next he peeled off the jeans, dark blue, denim ones, that were almost too tight, but not tight enough to be called skinny jeans, slowly he dragged them down. Kurt was sure that the boy was torturing him, this boy had, to take Blaine's words from earlier, one fine piece of ass, Kurt thought to himself.

Blaine turned round, looking at Kurt with a smirk on his face once more. Kurt did and didn't like that smirk, it was mischievous and teasing and Kurt didn't like it one bit, no way, not at all, nuh uh… Kurt was into athletes, not bad boys…

Kurt was pulled out of this thoughts as Blaine's t-shirt was pulled over Blaine's head and tossed to the side. Blaine was ripped, he sported a six-pack that could rival any athlete on any of the teams back at McKinley.

'Oh, by the way…' Blaine said to him 'I sleep naked!'

Blaine whipped his boxers off, revealing every part of himself.

Kurt gulped audibly, but he turned over and faced towards the wall, the opposite way to which Blaine was standing…Naked!

Kurt stiffened as he felt his mattress, once again, shifting. He knew that Blaine had hopped onto his bed once again, especially when he felt the warmth of the other boy next to him. Breath ghosting down his neck, he felt Blaine nipping and sucking at his neck. Kurt couldn't contain himself any longer, he was extremely aroused.

He'd never felt like this before, he was wanted, not just in a friends way, in a sexual way. Another boy found him attractive, maybe the other boy just wanted in his pants, but right at that moment as he felt Blaine kissing down his back, Kurt felt attractive, he turned to face towards Blaine, allowing Blaine to kiss his chest.

Blaine made his way back up Kurt's body once again, kissing and sucking, grazing his tongue over Kurt's nipples lightly, causing his hips to thrust up. They thrust together causing a much needed friction.

'What about Wes and David?' Kurt panted.

'Don't worry about them, I told them to leave us alone for a few hours.' Blaine growled into his neck, before he continued attacking it once again.

'A few hours?' Kurt asked. He didn't know whether he'd last much longer than a few more minutes, never mind a few more hours.

'I didn't know how long I needed to take to convince you to do this with me' Blaine gestured between the two, before that smirk appeared on his face one again, 'seems like it didn't take too long though'.

'Oh just..' Kurt started, but he didn't know what else to say, Blaine was right, he hadn't taken much convincing. So he just pressed his whole body up against Blaine once more, capturing his mouth and thrusting against him.

They continued thrusting and thrashing against each other, both boys moaning and needy.

'Blaine.. I'm gonna…' Kurt started, but he couldn't keep talking, the feeling sweeping his body just felt too good.

'Me too', Blaine whispered into his ear, as his thrusting continued.

So Kurt let go, letting out long moans feeling himself letting go. He heard Blaine moaning seconds later, his thrusts became erratic before he collapsed onto Kurt.

'You're beautiful, Kurt!' Blaine said to him, moving onto his hands one again, kissing Kurt once more on the lips.

Kurt turned to look at him, nobody had called him beautiful before. He'd fallen for Blaine, he knew he had, the mere seconds their eyes had met, he just hoped Blaine felt the same way.

He felt Blaine snuggle closer, wrapping his arm around Kurt's waist, he placed his head on Kurt's chest. Kurt wrapped his own arm around Blaine's shoulder and held him, he didn't want to let Blaine go, he knew nothing about the boy, but he felt closer to him than he ever had to anybody else, except perhaps his dad. Kurt squeezed Blaine closer, he allowed his eyelids to close as they felt heavy, and he drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep.