That night, Kurt awoke from dreams of his teacher. Ever since he'd been picked up by the handsome and caring Mr Schuester, he'd had an incurable infatuation with him. It didn't exactly distract from his crush that when he had been put to bed earlier he'd been wrapped up in an old t-shirt, surrounded by the smell of his obsession and left to fantasize.
The room was dark, Mr Schuester's soft snoring was closeby and steady. Kurt pushed his way out of the old grey shirt he was wrapped in and peeked over the edge of the shoebox to see his teacher fast asleep, spread out on his bed in only a pair of grey boxers.
Will had been visibly uncomfortable when he caught Kurt ogling his natural bulge in the car, so the horny teen had to restrain himself. But Mr Schue didn't look uncomfortable, as he laid out in his underwear, pitching a huge unconscious tent in his boxers.
Kurt climbed out of the box, his wide eyes never leaving the tall, tall pole standing in Schue's lap. He climbed from the nightstand to the mattress with a small leap, then tip-toed past the giant's smooth biceps and poster-boy abs..
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