His Perfect Partner (13/?)
Title: His Perfect Partner (13/?)
Rating: R
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, with appearances by Burt/Carole, Tina/Mike, Mercedes/Sam, Brittany/Santana, Rachel/Finn
Spoilers: None, but assume that anything through 3.14 is fair game for inspiration.
Word Count: 2887
Summary: After five disappointing seasons on the show, professional dancer Kurt Hummel finally has his chance at ballroom glory. With actress and fan favorite Kim Schrodinger as his partner, Kurt vows to channel all his focus into winning that mirrorball trophy - distractions, including men, be damned. Enter Blaine Anderson, a gorgeous, confusing pop star who may turn out to be the biggest distraction of them all.
In This Chapter: A moment is interrupted, Kurt has a surprise visitor, and things heat up when the cast goes out dancing.
Author's Note: This is a Dancing with the Stars/Glee crossover AU, in which Kurt grew up dancing and became a professional on the show in his mid-twenties, and Blaine is a pop star with a very private private life. Other familiar Glee faces, some actual DWTS pros, and a couple of OCs appear to round out the cast of characters. I'll be posting twice a week, on Mondays and Thursdays. I have a master glee post here, or follow my bff's tumblr for updates and some fun multi-media extras that will go along with many chapters. Thanks to
samzgurl,
wintercreek, and
gypsyangel25 for the beta as well as for general cheer-leading and fun times.
They were pulled abruptly out of the moment and away from one another at the sound of Bitsy’s voice calling down the corridor for Blaine. Kurt guessed that they had approximately fifteen seconds before they were found.
“You look great,” Blaine said before Kurt could start panicking. He ran his knuckles down Kurt’s cheek, and then nuzzled close for one more soft, sweet kiss. “Just as perfect as always.”
Kurt could feel his cheeks heating from the compliment, but before he could reply Blaine had flashed him a grin and slipped out of the room. A moment later, Kurt could hear him talking to Bitsy, their voices growing quieter as they walked back down the hall. He let his head fall back against the door he was still leaning on, his fingers coming up to trace his lips.
His mind was still blissfully quiet, awash in images and sense memory of the past few minutes. He knew he needed to get back out to the ballroom for press, but he stole another moment to savor before he returned to the real world. And then a thought occurred to him, and he headed for the door. He needed to make a quick stop in his trailer before he met up with Kim.
Five minutes later, he found Kim at the edge of the ballroom, chatting with one of her favorite print reporters. Kurt slid an arm around her waist, slipping the crisp twenty into her hand. She glanced down, and Kurt saw her smile warm slightly. Then she looped her arm around his waist, squeezing tight. He couldn’t help but grin.
As they moved down the press line, Kim peppered Kurt with questions whenever they had a free moment. Slowly, she got the whole story out of him, while he extracted a promise from her that she wouldn’t embarrass the hell out of him in front of Blaine quite yet. They were all planning to head out later, and that was the last thing Kurt needed.
When press ended, Kurt was surprised to see that he had someone waiting for him at the edge of the stage.
“Carole! What are you doing here?” he asked, as he walked over to give her a hug.
“Surprise, sweetheart! I couldn’t resist - you know how I love to watch you waltz.” She reached up to smooth the hair over his ear in a motherly gesture she’d been using on him for years. “Your dad’s in DC this week, so I thought I’d come out and see you boys, maybe sit in on a rehearsal or two?”
“Oh, yes!” Kim said as she joined them. “That sounds excellent, Carole. Assuming we’re still on the show for next week, of course. How long are you staying?”
“Just a couple of days. I have to get home on Thursday.” She turned to Kurt. “I already saw your brother, but he has plans with Rachel and her dads tonight, apparently. I thought you and I could have dinner, maybe with some of your friends.”
“That would be great,” Kurt said. He could never deny Carole anything.
“I better count as one of your friends, mister, because I’m coming,” Kim told him.
“Of course you are,” Kurt said. “We should probably round the girls and Mike up too. I know they’ll want to come.”
“I’ll get Blaine!” Kim practically sang, slipping away before Kurt could rein her in. Kurt sighed, accepting the inevitable, and turned back to Carole.
“Tell me you’re not planning to stay with Finn. My place, unlike his, is clean, and it has an actual guest room.”
“Thank you, sweetheart. I knew I could count on you to rescue me from a terrible fate!” Carole tucked herself under his arm as they skirted around the edge of the dance floor toward the other dancers.
They gathered up Brit, Tina and Mike, and then headed for Kurt’s trailer, where Cedes would be waiting as usual. Kurt had a feeling Kim had gone rogue and invited Bitsy as well as Blaine, but he figured the more the merrier. Maybe then they’d all be less likely to focus on him and Blaine and whatever they were. He could hope, at least. He sighed again, knowing his wishful thinking for what it was: futile.
Carole had made reservations for a group at the Thai place Kurt had introduced her to when he’d first started on the show. While Kurt showered and changed, Carole coordinated everyone like the mother hen she loved to be, and within twenty minutes their caravan was on its way. Kurt rode with Carole and Cedes, while Kim insinuated herself into a car with Blaine, Bitsy, and Annie, who had been added to the party at the last minute. The only things that kept Kurt from panicking about that arrangement were Kim’s promise not to say anything quite yet and the sweet smile Blaine gave him as they got into their separate vehicles.
At the restaurant, Blaine somehow managed to land in the seat next to Kurt, with Carole and Kim across from them. Kurt watched with apprehension as Kim leaned over to Cedes, who was on her other side, to have a whispered conversation, complete with raised brows and hushed giggles. When they were done, Cedes grinned at Kurt, and then promptly turned to Tina to repeat the process. Luckily, Blaine didn’t seem to notice, because he was chatting with Annie.
Kurt caught up with Carole, and then got drawn into reminiscing about his teenage years at home once Kim joined the conversation. He became aware that Blaine was listening in too when he felt a hand slide over to capture his under the table. He managed to finish his story, though he suspected that he was smiling a bit more widely than a story about Finn’s broken wrist warranted.
“So,” Carole said, turning to Blaine while Kurt was distracted. “Since you’re the newest addition to our little adopted dance family, you’re going to have to tell me all about yourself.”
“Carole!” Kurt said. “You’re as bad as Dad. Isn’t that why we created the no interrogations over dinner rule?”
“I don’t mind, really,” Blaine said, before Carole could respond. “I’m just a Midwestern boy with some talent who got lucky.”
“And worked hard, I’m sure,” Carole said. “I know from what both my boys have gone through that talent only gets you so far. Effort and a fair amount of charm do the rest.”
“Here, here!” Kim chimed in, laughing. “Your boys and Blainers here have far more than their fair share of charm.”
“Don’t they, though? Burt and I have no idea where our two got it. Maybe it was in the water!” Carole said, and then turned to Blaine. “Blaine, what about you? How did you end up so debonair?”
Carole and Kim giggled together as they waited for Blaine’s response. Kurt loved the way they were getting along, even if it was at his own expense most of the time.
“Well,” Blaine said, slotting his fingers in between Kurt’s and holding on, “my brother would tell you it’s a combination of private school and about a million too many viewings of Gene Kelly movies when I was little.”
“Whereas my dad blames Fred and Ginger,” Kurt said. Blaine smiled at him, his thumb stroking along Kurt’s.
“Well aren’t you two just little musical peas in a pod,” Carole commented, and Kurt was impressed that Kim managed to restrain herself from making an inappropriate comment. Carole continued as though she hadn’t noticed Kim’s stifled laughter. “It’s so nice that you brought Annie along, Blaine. Now how did you two meet?”
“Oh, we’ve been friends for ages, haven’t we, wee tiny Blainers?” Annie said, putting undue emphasis on ‘friends.’ Kurt suspected that Blaine had updated her like he had updated Kim, and she was trying to set the record straight, so to speak. “We both had a crush on the same boy in middle school, so it was obviously fated that we’d become besties.”
“The rest is history. It’s true.” Blaine said, wincing when Annie leaned over to pat his curls.
“Ah, of course,” Carole said casually, but Kurt didn’t like the gleam in her eye as she looked between him and Blaine. He fully expected that she’d grill him over breakfast the next morning, if not before.
Carole deftly changed the subject then, but Kurt caught her glancing at him a little too often to be normal throughout the rest of the meal. Blaine, for his part, was perfectly well-behaved, except for the way his hand drifted from Kurt’s hand down to his knee and back again, keeping Kurt from being able to focus on much at all. By the time dinner ended, Kurt was so busy calculating how soon he could get Blaine alone to retaliate that he almost forgot to give Carole the spare key to the apartment.
“You kids have fun tonight,” she said as they parted, kissing Kurt’s cheek and offering hugs all around. “I promise not to wait up.”
She winked at Kurt as she walked away, and Kim poked him in the side, giggling a little.
“Have I mentioned that I love your stepmother?” Kim asked. “Because I do. A lot.
“I thought I told you to behave,” Kurt replied as they walked over to Bitsy’s car. Cedes was riding in Mike and Tina’s car with Brit.
“And have I embarrassed you publicly yet? I think not. Therefore I am totally holding up my end of the deal.”
“Just so long as you make it through the rest of the evening without any verbal accidents. You’d better pass the word to Tina and Cedes and Brits, too.” Kurt stopped talking as they climbed into the backseat on either side of Blaine, who had taken the middle seat with good grace.
Kim’s grin got wider when Blaine’s hand found Kurt’s again, but she turned away from them to join in with the girls’ conversation in the front seat. This left Blaine free to curl closer to Kurt as though he’d been doing so for years rather than hours. It was both comforting and disconcerting.
“Save me a dance?” Blaine whispered in Kurt’s ear, his free hand coming up to trace the bones of Kurt’s wrist.
“I suppose,” Kurt said, giving into temptation and turning so his cheek brushed Blaine’s. “Sure your dance card isn’t too full? You’re awfully popular with the ladies.”
“I’d rather be popular with you,” Blaine murmured back. Kurt had to admit the boy could flirt.
“I’d say your stock is rising in that regard.”
“Anything I can do to help it along?’ Blaine’s fingers were now skating up the sensitive skin on the inside of Kurt’s arm.
“I think you’re doing just fine without any insider information,” Kurt replied, suppressing a shiver.
They pulled up at the club then, and Kurt escaped the car to go around and escort Kim inside like the good partner he was. Blaine did the same with Bitsy and Annie, pausing politely when photographers sought his attention. Kurt thought to himself that he really shouldn’t find Blaine’s manners so hot.
Once inside, the girls headed toward the VIP area, but Blaine caught Kurt by the belt loop before he could follow them.
“How about that dance?” Blaine’s smile was somehow both sweet and dangerous.
“How about it?” Kurt was feeling a little adventurous and a lot enamored.
Blaine led the way as they threaded through the other dancers, a mixture of pretty people, both women and men, grouped together in every combination imaginable. No one looked at them as Blaine turned back and pulled Kurt in. Kurt said a silent thank you for the anonymity of the dance floor, which allowed him to wrap himself in Blaine’s arms without cameras flashing or people staring.
The beat of the music was slow and heavy, and they came together with languid intent. They were pressed together from knee to cheek, hips rolling sinuously to the beat. Blaine had one arm tight around Kurt’s waist, the other sliding down to cup his hip. Kurt’s hands were constantly in motion, reaching up to twist in Blaine’s hair and down to trace the muscles of his shoulders and back. Blaine’s lips brushed past the shell of Kurt’s ear with every downbeat, making Kurt’s breath catch. He forgot to breathe altogether when Blaine started speaking, his words hot with promise.
“The way you move, the way you feel, god…” Blaine said, and Kurt couldn’t help but draw him closer. “You look so incredible on the dance floor.”
“You’re not exactly hopeless yourself,” Kurt said on a gasp. Blaine’s hand was behind Kurt’s knee, coaxing his leg up around Blaine’s hip.
“You move the way I dream about sounding. Smooth and sexy, making everyone want you.”
“You should hear yourself right now. I think you’re there.”
“Oh yeah?” Blaine asked, his teeth nipping the curve of Kurt’s ear. “Let’s test that theory. Right now, what do you want?”
“You,” Kurt breathed, turning into Blaine. “Everywhere.”
Kurt backed Blaine through the crowd, aiming for a dark corner of the club. Blaine’s back hit the wall as Kurt’s mouth took his, swallowing down a moan. Kurt didn’t know how things had gone so incendiary so fast, and he didn’t care. He just pushed himself further into Blaine’s body and kissed him more deeply, rapidly losing awareness of anything that wasn’t the responsive man under his hands.
Blaine’s hands were everywhere, pushing up into Kurt’s hair to hold him in place before slipping down into his back pockets to coax him closer. Kurt kissed down the side of Blaine’s neck, mouth slick and open against Blaine’s skin. Blaine’s head fell back in response, letting Kurt nip his way back up before finding Blaine’s mouth again.
Kurt wanted Blaine under him, over him, around him, but somehow had the presence of mind to realize that now was not the time. They were technically in public and had friends and family to get back to. He gentled the kiss, pulling back slightly from Blaine to give them both breathing room.
“We’re in public,” Kurt said ruefully. “There are people.”
“Screw ‘em,” Blaine said, smiling and coaxing Kurt closer with a hand at his jaw.
“Blaine.”
“Kurt,” Blaine parroted. He probably thought he was being cute, and he was right.
Kurt sighed and leaned back in, letting himself be drawn into another kiss. This one was slow and decadent, a gentle meeting of lips and tongues and teeth that retained heat despite its sweetness. Kurt couldn’t imagine getting tired of Blaine’s kisses anytime soon.
Blaine was the one to pull back this time, so he could nuzzle along Kurt’s jaw toward his ear.
“You’re right, of course,” Blaine said, anchoring one hand at the base of Kurt’s neck to keep him close. “We should really behave.”
“Something tells me you’re terrible at that,” Kurt replied.
“Would you care to lodge a complaint?” Blaine pressed kisses, small and chaste, along the curve of Kurt’s jaw.
“Not at the moment, no.” Kurt could feel small tremors in his body, radiating outward from those tiny points of contact where Blaine’s lips met his skin. “Though I reserve the right to, ah, revisit my decision at a later date.”
“Naturally,” Blaine said with perfect equanimity. His hands were sweeping soothing paths up and down Kurt’s back, and his kisses gave way to cuddling. Kurt sank into his offered warmth, pressing his face into Blaine’s hair and looping his arms around Blaine’s waist.
“We should probably go back.”
“Probably,” Blaine agreed. His hands had stilled but stayed wrapped around Kurt’s back. Kurt couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so comfortable.
It was a few minutes more before they managed to convinced themselves to move, and only then because Brit was coming toward them, looking for Kurt to dance with. Blaine let them go, standing back to watch as Kurt and Brit showed up the rest of the dancers on the floor with a cha cha club remix that they liked to break out when they were feeling particularly energetic. Kurt then got swept into a series of dances with each of the girls in turn, including Annie, who wanted him to show her a little bit of Argentine tango. By the time he managed to break free, Blaine was off dancing with Bitsy, and Kurt collapsed onto a bench to watch.
Within seconds, Kim sat down next to him, resting an arm across his shoulders and following his gaze.
“You, my darling,” she announced, “are in trouble. That boy is hot stuff. And he likes you.”
“So I’m noticing,” Kurt said, leaning into her. “Do me a favor?”
“Of course.”
“Don’t let me get so lost in whatever this is with him that I forget who I am or what you and I are trying to do.”
“Easier said than done,” Kim said. “But sure. I’ll help keep your head on straight.”
“Thanks. Because we have a show to win.” Kurt grinned. He was committed to making it happen, for himself and for Kim. He would find a way to balance everything else. Because he had to, and because he thought, just maybe, that Blaine would be worth the effort in the end.
Rating: R
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, with appearances by Burt/Carole, Tina/Mike, Mercedes/Sam, Brittany/Santana, Rachel/Finn
Spoilers: None, but assume that anything through 3.14 is fair game for inspiration.
Word Count: 2887
Summary: After five disappointing seasons on the show, professional dancer Kurt Hummel finally has his chance at ballroom glory. With actress and fan favorite Kim Schrodinger as his partner, Kurt vows to channel all his focus into winning that mirrorball trophy - distractions, including men, be damned. Enter Blaine Anderson, a gorgeous, confusing pop star who may turn out to be the biggest distraction of them all.
In This Chapter: A moment is interrupted, Kurt has a surprise visitor, and things heat up when the cast goes out dancing.
Author's Note: This is a Dancing with the Stars/Glee crossover AU, in which Kurt grew up dancing and became a professional on the show in his mid-twenties, and Blaine is a pop star with a very private private life. Other familiar Glee faces, some actual DWTS pros, and a couple of OCs appear to round out the cast of characters. I'll be posting twice a week, on Mondays and Thursdays. I have a master glee post here, or follow my bff's tumblr for updates and some fun multi-media extras that will go along with many chapters. Thanks to
samzgurl,
wintercreek, and
gypsyangel25 for the beta as well as for general cheer-leading and fun times.
They were pulled abruptly out of the moment and away from one another at the sound of Bitsy’s voice calling down the corridor for Blaine. Kurt guessed that they had approximately fifteen seconds before they were found.
“You look great,” Blaine said before Kurt could start panicking. He ran his knuckles down Kurt’s cheek, and then nuzzled close for one more soft, sweet kiss. “Just as perfect as always.”
Kurt could feel his cheeks heating from the compliment, but before he could reply Blaine had flashed him a grin and slipped out of the room. A moment later, Kurt could hear him talking to Bitsy, their voices growing quieter as they walked back down the hall. He let his head fall back against the door he was still leaning on, his fingers coming up to trace his lips.
His mind was still blissfully quiet, awash in images and sense memory of the past few minutes. He knew he needed to get back out to the ballroom for press, but he stole another moment to savor before he returned to the real world. And then a thought occurred to him, and he headed for the door. He needed to make a quick stop in his trailer before he met up with Kim.
Five minutes later, he found Kim at the edge of the ballroom, chatting with one of her favorite print reporters. Kurt slid an arm around her waist, slipping the crisp twenty into her hand. She glanced down, and Kurt saw her smile warm slightly. Then she looped her arm around his waist, squeezing tight. He couldn’t help but grin.
As they moved down the press line, Kim peppered Kurt with questions whenever they had a free moment. Slowly, she got the whole story out of him, while he extracted a promise from her that she wouldn’t embarrass the hell out of him in front of Blaine quite yet. They were all planning to head out later, and that was the last thing Kurt needed.
When press ended, Kurt was surprised to see that he had someone waiting for him at the edge of the stage.
“Carole! What are you doing here?” he asked, as he walked over to give her a hug.
“Surprise, sweetheart! I couldn’t resist - you know how I love to watch you waltz.” She reached up to smooth the hair over his ear in a motherly gesture she’d been using on him for years. “Your dad’s in DC this week, so I thought I’d come out and see you boys, maybe sit in on a rehearsal or two?”
“Oh, yes!” Kim said as she joined them. “That sounds excellent, Carole. Assuming we’re still on the show for next week, of course. How long are you staying?”
“Just a couple of days. I have to get home on Thursday.” She turned to Kurt. “I already saw your brother, but he has plans with Rachel and her dads tonight, apparently. I thought you and I could have dinner, maybe with some of your friends.”
“That would be great,” Kurt said. He could never deny Carole anything.
“I better count as one of your friends, mister, because I’m coming,” Kim told him.
“Of course you are,” Kurt said. “We should probably round the girls and Mike up too. I know they’ll want to come.”
“I’ll get Blaine!” Kim practically sang, slipping away before Kurt could rein her in. Kurt sighed, accepting the inevitable, and turned back to Carole.
“Tell me you’re not planning to stay with Finn. My place, unlike his, is clean, and it has an actual guest room.”
“Thank you, sweetheart. I knew I could count on you to rescue me from a terrible fate!” Carole tucked herself under his arm as they skirted around the edge of the dance floor toward the other dancers.
They gathered up Brit, Tina and Mike, and then headed for Kurt’s trailer, where Cedes would be waiting as usual. Kurt had a feeling Kim had gone rogue and invited Bitsy as well as Blaine, but he figured the more the merrier. Maybe then they’d all be less likely to focus on him and Blaine and whatever they were. He could hope, at least. He sighed again, knowing his wishful thinking for what it was: futile.
Carole had made reservations for a group at the Thai place Kurt had introduced her to when he’d first started on the show. While Kurt showered and changed, Carole coordinated everyone like the mother hen she loved to be, and within twenty minutes their caravan was on its way. Kurt rode with Carole and Cedes, while Kim insinuated herself into a car with Blaine, Bitsy, and Annie, who had been added to the party at the last minute. The only things that kept Kurt from panicking about that arrangement were Kim’s promise not to say anything quite yet and the sweet smile Blaine gave him as they got into their separate vehicles.
At the restaurant, Blaine somehow managed to land in the seat next to Kurt, with Carole and Kim across from them. Kurt watched with apprehension as Kim leaned over to Cedes, who was on her other side, to have a whispered conversation, complete with raised brows and hushed giggles. When they were done, Cedes grinned at Kurt, and then promptly turned to Tina to repeat the process. Luckily, Blaine didn’t seem to notice, because he was chatting with Annie.
Kurt caught up with Carole, and then got drawn into reminiscing about his teenage years at home once Kim joined the conversation. He became aware that Blaine was listening in too when he felt a hand slide over to capture his under the table. He managed to finish his story, though he suspected that he was smiling a bit more widely than a story about Finn’s broken wrist warranted.
“So,” Carole said, turning to Blaine while Kurt was distracted. “Since you’re the newest addition to our little adopted dance family, you’re going to have to tell me all about yourself.”
“Carole!” Kurt said. “You’re as bad as Dad. Isn’t that why we created the no interrogations over dinner rule?”
“I don’t mind, really,” Blaine said, before Carole could respond. “I’m just a Midwestern boy with some talent who got lucky.”
“And worked hard, I’m sure,” Carole said. “I know from what both my boys have gone through that talent only gets you so far. Effort and a fair amount of charm do the rest.”
“Here, here!” Kim chimed in, laughing. “Your boys and Blainers here have far more than their fair share of charm.”
“Don’t they, though? Burt and I have no idea where our two got it. Maybe it was in the water!” Carole said, and then turned to Blaine. “Blaine, what about you? How did you end up so debonair?”
Carole and Kim giggled together as they waited for Blaine’s response. Kurt loved the way they were getting along, even if it was at his own expense most of the time.
“Well,” Blaine said, slotting his fingers in between Kurt’s and holding on, “my brother would tell you it’s a combination of private school and about a million too many viewings of Gene Kelly movies when I was little.”
“Whereas my dad blames Fred and Ginger,” Kurt said. Blaine smiled at him, his thumb stroking along Kurt’s.
“Well aren’t you two just little musical peas in a pod,” Carole commented, and Kurt was impressed that Kim managed to restrain herself from making an inappropriate comment. Carole continued as though she hadn’t noticed Kim’s stifled laughter. “It’s so nice that you brought Annie along, Blaine. Now how did you two meet?”
“Oh, we’ve been friends for ages, haven’t we, wee tiny Blainers?” Annie said, putting undue emphasis on ‘friends.’ Kurt suspected that Blaine had updated her like he had updated Kim, and she was trying to set the record straight, so to speak. “We both had a crush on the same boy in middle school, so it was obviously fated that we’d become besties.”
“The rest is history. It’s true.” Blaine said, wincing when Annie leaned over to pat his curls.
“Ah, of course,” Carole said casually, but Kurt didn’t like the gleam in her eye as she looked between him and Blaine. He fully expected that she’d grill him over breakfast the next morning, if not before.
Carole deftly changed the subject then, but Kurt caught her glancing at him a little too often to be normal throughout the rest of the meal. Blaine, for his part, was perfectly well-behaved, except for the way his hand drifted from Kurt’s hand down to his knee and back again, keeping Kurt from being able to focus on much at all. By the time dinner ended, Kurt was so busy calculating how soon he could get Blaine alone to retaliate that he almost forgot to give Carole the spare key to the apartment.
“You kids have fun tonight,” she said as they parted, kissing Kurt’s cheek and offering hugs all around. “I promise not to wait up.”
She winked at Kurt as she walked away, and Kim poked him in the side, giggling a little.
“Have I mentioned that I love your stepmother?” Kim asked. “Because I do. A lot.
“I thought I told you to behave,” Kurt replied as they walked over to Bitsy’s car. Cedes was riding in Mike and Tina’s car with Brit.
“And have I embarrassed you publicly yet? I think not. Therefore I am totally holding up my end of the deal.”
“Just so long as you make it through the rest of the evening without any verbal accidents. You’d better pass the word to Tina and Cedes and Brits, too.” Kurt stopped talking as they climbed into the backseat on either side of Blaine, who had taken the middle seat with good grace.
Kim’s grin got wider when Blaine’s hand found Kurt’s again, but she turned away from them to join in with the girls’ conversation in the front seat. This left Blaine free to curl closer to Kurt as though he’d been doing so for years rather than hours. It was both comforting and disconcerting.
“Save me a dance?” Blaine whispered in Kurt’s ear, his free hand coming up to trace the bones of Kurt’s wrist.
“I suppose,” Kurt said, giving into temptation and turning so his cheek brushed Blaine’s. “Sure your dance card isn’t too full? You’re awfully popular with the ladies.”
“I’d rather be popular with you,” Blaine murmured back. Kurt had to admit the boy could flirt.
“I’d say your stock is rising in that regard.”
“Anything I can do to help it along?’ Blaine’s fingers were now skating up the sensitive skin on the inside of Kurt’s arm.
“I think you’re doing just fine without any insider information,” Kurt replied, suppressing a shiver.
They pulled up at the club then, and Kurt escaped the car to go around and escort Kim inside like the good partner he was. Blaine did the same with Bitsy and Annie, pausing politely when photographers sought his attention. Kurt thought to himself that he really shouldn’t find Blaine’s manners so hot.
Once inside, the girls headed toward the VIP area, but Blaine caught Kurt by the belt loop before he could follow them.
“How about that dance?” Blaine’s smile was somehow both sweet and dangerous.
“How about it?” Kurt was feeling a little adventurous and a lot enamored.
Blaine led the way as they threaded through the other dancers, a mixture of pretty people, both women and men, grouped together in every combination imaginable. No one looked at them as Blaine turned back and pulled Kurt in. Kurt said a silent thank you for the anonymity of the dance floor, which allowed him to wrap himself in Blaine’s arms without cameras flashing or people staring.
The beat of the music was slow and heavy, and they came together with languid intent. They were pressed together from knee to cheek, hips rolling sinuously to the beat. Blaine had one arm tight around Kurt’s waist, the other sliding down to cup his hip. Kurt’s hands were constantly in motion, reaching up to twist in Blaine’s hair and down to trace the muscles of his shoulders and back. Blaine’s lips brushed past the shell of Kurt’s ear with every downbeat, making Kurt’s breath catch. He forgot to breathe altogether when Blaine started speaking, his words hot with promise.
“The way you move, the way you feel, god…” Blaine said, and Kurt couldn’t help but draw him closer. “You look so incredible on the dance floor.”
“You’re not exactly hopeless yourself,” Kurt said on a gasp. Blaine’s hand was behind Kurt’s knee, coaxing his leg up around Blaine’s hip.
“You move the way I dream about sounding. Smooth and sexy, making everyone want you.”
“You should hear yourself right now. I think you’re there.”
“Oh yeah?” Blaine asked, his teeth nipping the curve of Kurt’s ear. “Let’s test that theory. Right now, what do you want?”
“You,” Kurt breathed, turning into Blaine. “Everywhere.”
Kurt backed Blaine through the crowd, aiming for a dark corner of the club. Blaine’s back hit the wall as Kurt’s mouth took his, swallowing down a moan. Kurt didn’t know how things had gone so incendiary so fast, and he didn’t care. He just pushed himself further into Blaine’s body and kissed him more deeply, rapidly losing awareness of anything that wasn’t the responsive man under his hands.
Blaine’s hands were everywhere, pushing up into Kurt’s hair to hold him in place before slipping down into his back pockets to coax him closer. Kurt kissed down the side of Blaine’s neck, mouth slick and open against Blaine’s skin. Blaine’s head fell back in response, letting Kurt nip his way back up before finding Blaine’s mouth again.
Kurt wanted Blaine under him, over him, around him, but somehow had the presence of mind to realize that now was not the time. They were technically in public and had friends and family to get back to. He gentled the kiss, pulling back slightly from Blaine to give them both breathing room.
“We’re in public,” Kurt said ruefully. “There are people.”
“Screw ‘em,” Blaine said, smiling and coaxing Kurt closer with a hand at his jaw.
“Blaine.”
“Kurt,” Blaine parroted. He probably thought he was being cute, and he was right.
Kurt sighed and leaned back in, letting himself be drawn into another kiss. This one was slow and decadent, a gentle meeting of lips and tongues and teeth that retained heat despite its sweetness. Kurt couldn’t imagine getting tired of Blaine’s kisses anytime soon.
Blaine was the one to pull back this time, so he could nuzzle along Kurt’s jaw toward his ear.
“You’re right, of course,” Blaine said, anchoring one hand at the base of Kurt’s neck to keep him close. “We should really behave.”
“Something tells me you’re terrible at that,” Kurt replied.
“Would you care to lodge a complaint?” Blaine pressed kisses, small and chaste, along the curve of Kurt’s jaw.
“Not at the moment, no.” Kurt could feel small tremors in his body, radiating outward from those tiny points of contact where Blaine’s lips met his skin. “Though I reserve the right to, ah, revisit my decision at a later date.”
“Naturally,” Blaine said with perfect equanimity. His hands were sweeping soothing paths up and down Kurt’s back, and his kisses gave way to cuddling. Kurt sank into his offered warmth, pressing his face into Blaine’s hair and looping his arms around Blaine’s waist.
“We should probably go back.”
“Probably,” Blaine agreed. His hands had stilled but stayed wrapped around Kurt’s back. Kurt couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so comfortable.
It was a few minutes more before they managed to convinced themselves to move, and only then because Brit was coming toward them, looking for Kurt to dance with. Blaine let them go, standing back to watch as Kurt and Brit showed up the rest of the dancers on the floor with a cha cha club remix that they liked to break out when they were feeling particularly energetic. Kurt then got swept into a series of dances with each of the girls in turn, including Annie, who wanted him to show her a little bit of Argentine tango. By the time he managed to break free, Blaine was off dancing with Bitsy, and Kurt collapsed onto a bench to watch.
Within seconds, Kim sat down next to him, resting an arm across his shoulders and following his gaze.
“You, my darling,” she announced, “are in trouble. That boy is hot stuff. And he likes you.”
“So I’m noticing,” Kurt said, leaning into her. “Do me a favor?”
“Of course.”
“Don’t let me get so lost in whatever this is with him that I forget who I am or what you and I are trying to do.”
“Easier said than done,” Kim said. “But sure. I’ll help keep your head on straight.”
“Thanks. Because we have a show to win.” Kurt grinned. He was committed to making it happen, for himself and for Kim. He would find a way to balance everything else. Because he had to, and because he thought, just maybe, that Blaine would be worth the effort in the end.