His Perfect Partner (24/?)
Title: His Perfect Partner (24/?)
Rating: NC-17 overall (PG-13 this chapter)
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, with appearances by Burt/Carole, Tina/Mike, Mercedes/Sam, Brittany/Santana, Rachel/Finn
Spoilers: None, but assume that anything through 3.19 is fair game for inspiration.
Word Count: 2468
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: On performance day, the six remaining couples fight for spots in the quarter-finals.
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.
Monday night, Kurt sat at one end of the balcony railing, watching as Santana and Maks’ pre-performance package played behind them. They were up first and looked supremely confident. Kurt turned to catch Kim’s eye as the video came to a close, and she smirked at him, so he figured it would all be ok. He and Kim were ready, no matter what Santana and Maks threw at them.
Brit slid in next to Kurt as the floor lights came up. She bounced on the bench, obviously excited to see the performance.
“Ready to see what your girl can do?” Kurt asked, tucking one of Brit’s arms through his to try to quell her crazy energy.
“Oh, I’ve seen it. I helped pick the song,” Brit said smugly, as the first strains of Toxic filled the air. Down on the floor, Santana and Maks were twisting around one another in perfect time.
“Whoa,” Kurt said, caught up in their movement. The song was tailor-made for them, sharp and sleek and a little naughty. His Brit really was a genius, and Santana was not going to be easy to beat.
The routine was great, showing off Santana’s precise footwork and beautiful lines. They’d captured the spirit of the song and of the cha cha. Len was going to love the fidelity to the dance, while Bruno would go crazy over the overt sexuality of the whole thing. There was no telling what Sue would do, but that was half the fun.
By the time the number ended with a fast footwork series followed by a long, slow dip, everyone in the ballroom was on their feet and screaming. Kurt was right there with them; he might be competing against them, but he could appreciate what Santana and Maks had just accomplished.
“If that’s not the first perfect score of the season, I will personally go poke Sue in the eye,” Kurt said, as Brit whistled and clapped next to him.
“Damn right!” Brit yelled back over the noise of the crowd.
Sure enough, once the judges had finished gushing over the performance - or, in Sue’s case, saying that it had somehow miraculously managed to meet her standards - they held up three sparkly 10 paddles, and Maks swung Santana around and whooped while she grinned fiercely. Kurt grabbed her for a hug after Quinn and Mark headed down to perform their mambo, and then he gave Maks a high five and a slap on the back.
“Beat that!” Maks said, but Kurt just shook his head at him, grinning fondly.
Neither Quinn’s mambo nor Puck’s foxtrot managed to inspire the same level of hysteria in the ballroom, but Blaine and Bitsy got the crowd cheering again with their samba. They were profoundly adorable - Blaine in a brightly colored shirt and Bitsy wearing fringed pants and a flower in her hair. By the end of their routine, everyone was smiling and clapping along. They pulled in two 9s and a 10 from Bruno, who clearly needed a talking-to for the way he was openly leering at Kurt’s boyfriend.
“Down, boy,” Kim said in his ear, wrapping one arm around his waist. “You know Bruno’s creepy but harmless. And your man has eyes only for you.”
“I know, I know.” Kurt relaxed into her hold and smiled when Blaine caught his eye across the balcony and winked. “We should go warm up while Lauren and Mike dance. I saw it in rehearsal, and trust me when I tell you we won’t be missing much.”
“Poor kids,” Kim said, leading the way backstage. “They’ve done so well up to now.”
“Can’t be everybody’s night, though.” Kurt shrugged and grabbed Kim’s hand, spinning her once they reached the practice space. Kim was wearing a gorgeous Ginger Rogers-esque dress, buttercup yellow with feather trim around the hem. Kurt’s tie and pocket square matched it, but he’d drawn the line at coordinating wingtips. They looked fabulous, if he did say so himself.
They zipped through the routine, talking through the corner footwork that had been giving Kim a little trouble. Everything seemed to be coming together, and for once Kurt wasn’t waiting for the other shoe to drop. It was going to be a fun number, frothy and light just like the song. He’d decided not to try to emulate Judy Garland’s iconic performance of Get Happy, and had instead gone with a straightforward reaction to the way the music made him feel. Life was good, and dancing to an amazing song with a partner like Kim made it all the better.
Kim practically skipped out on stage when it was time, Kurt on her heels. He’d decided that they’d start and then stay in hold for the most part, relying on movement around the floor as well as fast footwork and a few fancy leaps to keep things interesting. The song was buoyant enough that it didn’t require too many extra flourishes.
Once the music started, they were off and running, almost literally. Their feet were a blur as they flew together across the floor. Kurt caught a few smiles in the front row as they moved past, and he noticed that more than one foot was tapping along to the beat. He whipped Kim around in a series of quick turns, which she followed flawlessly, and he heard a few whoops from the crowd. By the time they skidded to a halt, breathing hard, he was grinning ear to ear.
“Oh, man,” Kim said, trying to catch her breath as they walked over to Tom. “That was awesome. That dance was a bitch, but it was worth it in the end.”
They ended up getting two 10s and a 9 from Sue, who apparently didn’t like the color yellow. Kurt suspected she wasn’t such a big fan of happiness either. They didn’t have time to dwell on it, though, because they had to run to get changed for the dance-off.
Somehow everyone was backstage, which made getting ready more complicated. It grew more difficult still when Kurt noticed Blaine watching him while he changed shirts, his eyes hot and dark.
“Stop that,” Kurt mouthed, grinning when Blaine came closer as though Kurt had called him.
“Don’t wanna,” Blaine whispered, reaching over to help with Kurt’s buttons. He didn’t so much end up helping as distracting Kurt completely from the task at hand.
“Troublemaker.” Kurt leaned in for a quick kiss. “Time to go. Your plan was to try to beat me, right?”
“You better believe it,” Blaine said, pulling Kurt back in for one more soft kiss just under his jaw. “Loser makes breakfast?”
“You and Kim and your bets,” Kurt said, but he nodded his assent. Mostly, he liked the implication that they’d be together the next morning. He could get used to that.
“Showtime, boys!” Kim called, holding out her hand for Kurt. When they caught up with her at the door, she squeezed Kurt’s hand and reached out to pat Blaine’s cheek. “Let’s do this thing.”
Blaine grinned at them both before splitting off to find Bitsy and his other teammates. Kurt rounded up Santana, Maks, Puck, and Lacey, who all looked ready to go. As team choreographer, it fell to him to give the pre-dance pep talk.
“Ok, people, now’s not the time for big speeches,” Kurt said. “Just go out there and dance your feet off, and have some fun doing it.”
“We’re going to kill it,” Santana said. “Or I will break you.”
Lacey looked mildly horrified, but Maks and Kim both burst out laughing.
“On that note,” Kurt said, trying to regain control. “Let’s go. Crisp, sexy, and fun. This dance is ours.”
They fanned out into the audience, finding their spots for their entrances following the other team’s solos. The music kicked in then, bass pumping through the room and seeping into Kurt’s bones. Kim shimmied next to him as they watched the first three couples take their turn on the floor. Quinn and Mark kept it clean and precise, and then Lauren flipped Mike over her back, which made the audience gasp and clap. When Blaine and Bitsy came out, Kurt couldn’t tear his eyes away. Blaine absolutely killed it, his hips shaking and his feet flashing as he spun Bitsy across the floor. Dimly, Kurt heard Brit’s whistle as well as a few cat calls from the balcony, and then he felt a hard nudge from Kim as their cue approached.
“Drool later. Dance now,” Kim hissed, gripping his hand hard to shock him back into reality. He nodded at her, focus regained, and her show smile softened into a real grin.
As the music transitioned between verses, their team joined the other team, circling around one another with tight steps and spins. One by one, the other team’s couples departed the dance floor, followed by Puck and Lacey and then Kurt and Kim. Santana and Maks took center stage, once again reaffirming Santana’s utter mastery of the cha cha. Their solo ended with a spectacular lift, Santana almost entirely upside down on Maks’ shoulder.
Puck and Lacey were a little goofier but still on point, nailing their turns and lift. And then it was Kurt and Kim’s turn, just as the music moved into the second chorus. Kim strutted out in front of him, taking in the cheers and applause as her due. Kurt followed, whipping her around into a quick dip before swinging her out in front of him for some quick partner work in a loose hold. They took one short breath to adjust, and then Kurt changed his grip and guided Kim as she began to spin. The turns moved across the floor, three quick ones followed by a slow step out. On the third set, Kim tilted her head back, her hair flowing behind her as she spun even faster. Kurt pulled her out of the turn and into his body, dropping her down into a deep backbend to end.
The whole group joined them for the final verse and chorus, the men leading their partners into a circle so that the women formed the outer ring. Their steps and turns were all in synch, and with each eight count they changed partners, men and women moving in opposite directions until they found their original partners again. By the end, the crowd was on its feet once more and all three judges were standing, Bruno dancing behind the table while Len smiled and Sue stared appraisingly. The twelve dancers collapsed into one another for a hug, laughing and grinning.
Everything after that was a blur of reorganizing and judges’ comments and audience reaction. The twelve of them stood in a line, waiting for the scores to be revealed. Members of the winning team would receive an additional twenty points to add to their first round scores, while the losing team would get only fifteen. In the end, Bruno went with Blaine’s team, while Len and Sue settled on Kurt’s, which meant…
“We won! Take that suckers,” Santana said, punching her fist in the air and then grabbing Kurt around the neck for a hug. She then ran around and hugged everyone, because apparently winning made her friendly.
“Way to go, Mr. Choreographer,” Kim told Kurt when she’d gotten free from Santana’s celebrations.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Kurt asked. The grin on his face felt permanent.
“Feels awesome. Keep up the good work.”
“You too,” Kurt said. If he wasn’t mistaken, they’d just secured themselves a spot in the quarter finals.
***
After a marathon press session - they seemed to be getting longer as the finale drew nearer - Kurt met Finn, Rachel, and Cedes for a late dinner. Rachel and Cedes hounded Kurt for details about Blaine, while Finn protested that he didn’t need to know any of those sorts of things about his brother. Kurt kept the storytelling to a minimum for Finn’s sake, and then turned the tables and asked pointed questions about Cedes’ most recent dates with Sam.
The four of them had a wonderful time, and when they parted hours later, Rachel sweetly suggested that it would be even more fun if Sam and Blaine could make it the next time. Kurt was amazed by how far she’d come in the years since they’d first met. She was driven but not obsessed, and she’d learned how to balance friends and family with her career. She was good for Finn, and vice versa. It made Kurt happy to see how well his brother and his dear friend fit together.
Kurt came home to an empty apartment, but from Blaine’s increasingly misspelled and goofy texts, he knew that Bitsy would be dropping Blaine by in another hour or so. The idea of tipsy, adorable Blaine being poured into a car and chauffeured over to his place made Kurt smile. It turned out that Bitsy was a pretty good sport and was being totally supportive of his and Blaine’s relationship. They still weren’t exactly friends, but at least she didn’t annoy Kurt as much as she used to.
Sure enough, two hours later, Bitsy rang his doorbell with Blaine in tow.
“We’re paparazzi- but not booze-free,” Bitsy said with a smile. “Please make him drink more water. You know they’ll make us perform the dance-off number again tomorrow night, and I don’t need puke on my shoes.”
“Of course,” Kurt said. Once she’d kissed Blaine’s cheek and left, Kurt turned toward Blaine. “Well, boozy, want to come inside?”
“I’m not that boozy,” Blaine said, making his way to the kitchen on reasonably steady legs. “I’m just happy. I got to sing with the band!”
“I’m sure you did,” Kurt said. He filled a glass and handed it to Blaine, who leaned into Kurt’s side as he drank.
“The lead singer was good, and she smelled nice. But she had boobs.” Blaine wrinkled his nose, and Kurt laughed.
“Oh, honey. I, for one, am glad that’s your reaction to boobs. Works out well for me. Now let me manhandle you into bed.”
“Manhandle? Tell me more about this manhandling,” Blaine demanded, taking Kurt’s hand and aiming for the bedroom.
“Who said that the manhandling would be the sexy kind?” Kurt said. Blaine pouted. “Oh, fine, maybe a little sexy manhandling. After you drink more water.”
“Yay!” Blaine clapped and slumped onto the bed, where he tangled himself up in his own shirt in his urgency to get it off. “Help?”
“You’re hopeless, aren’t you?” Kurt asked fondly. Blaine looked up at him, blinking slowly. “Good thing I’m here to help.”
“A very good thing,” Blaine agreed. He grabbed Kurt by the waist and tugged, tumbling them together across the bed. “I win.”
“That you do,” Kurt said, and kissed him.
Rating: NC-17 overall (PG-13 this chapter)
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, with appearances by Burt/Carole, Tina/Mike, Mercedes/Sam, Brittany/Santana, Rachel/Finn
Spoilers: None, but assume that anything through 3.19 is fair game for inspiration.
Word Count: 2468
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: On performance day, the six remaining couples fight for spots in the quarter-finals.
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.
Monday night, Kurt sat at one end of the balcony railing, watching as Santana and Maks’ pre-performance package played behind them. They were up first and looked supremely confident. Kurt turned to catch Kim’s eye as the video came to a close, and she smirked at him, so he figured it would all be ok. He and Kim were ready, no matter what Santana and Maks threw at them.
Brit slid in next to Kurt as the floor lights came up. She bounced on the bench, obviously excited to see the performance.
“Ready to see what your girl can do?” Kurt asked, tucking one of Brit’s arms through his to try to quell her crazy energy.
“Oh, I’ve seen it. I helped pick the song,” Brit said smugly, as the first strains of Toxic filled the air. Down on the floor, Santana and Maks were twisting around one another in perfect time.
“Whoa,” Kurt said, caught up in their movement. The song was tailor-made for them, sharp and sleek and a little naughty. His Brit really was a genius, and Santana was not going to be easy to beat.
The routine was great, showing off Santana’s precise footwork and beautiful lines. They’d captured the spirit of the song and of the cha cha. Len was going to love the fidelity to the dance, while Bruno would go crazy over the overt sexuality of the whole thing. There was no telling what Sue would do, but that was half the fun.
By the time the number ended with a fast footwork series followed by a long, slow dip, everyone in the ballroom was on their feet and screaming. Kurt was right there with them; he might be competing against them, but he could appreciate what Santana and Maks had just accomplished.
“If that’s not the first perfect score of the season, I will personally go poke Sue in the eye,” Kurt said, as Brit whistled and clapped next to him.
“Damn right!” Brit yelled back over the noise of the crowd.
Sure enough, once the judges had finished gushing over the performance - or, in Sue’s case, saying that it had somehow miraculously managed to meet her standards - they held up three sparkly 10 paddles, and Maks swung Santana around and whooped while she grinned fiercely. Kurt grabbed her for a hug after Quinn and Mark headed down to perform their mambo, and then he gave Maks a high five and a slap on the back.
“Beat that!” Maks said, but Kurt just shook his head at him, grinning fondly.
Neither Quinn’s mambo nor Puck’s foxtrot managed to inspire the same level of hysteria in the ballroom, but Blaine and Bitsy got the crowd cheering again with their samba. They were profoundly adorable - Blaine in a brightly colored shirt and Bitsy wearing fringed pants and a flower in her hair. By the end of their routine, everyone was smiling and clapping along. They pulled in two 9s and a 10 from Bruno, who clearly needed a talking-to for the way he was openly leering at Kurt’s boyfriend.
“Down, boy,” Kim said in his ear, wrapping one arm around his waist. “You know Bruno’s creepy but harmless. And your man has eyes only for you.”
“I know, I know.” Kurt relaxed into her hold and smiled when Blaine caught his eye across the balcony and winked. “We should go warm up while Lauren and Mike dance. I saw it in rehearsal, and trust me when I tell you we won’t be missing much.”
“Poor kids,” Kim said, leading the way backstage. “They’ve done so well up to now.”
“Can’t be everybody’s night, though.” Kurt shrugged and grabbed Kim’s hand, spinning her once they reached the practice space. Kim was wearing a gorgeous Ginger Rogers-esque dress, buttercup yellow with feather trim around the hem. Kurt’s tie and pocket square matched it, but he’d drawn the line at coordinating wingtips. They looked fabulous, if he did say so himself.
They zipped through the routine, talking through the corner footwork that had been giving Kim a little trouble. Everything seemed to be coming together, and for once Kurt wasn’t waiting for the other shoe to drop. It was going to be a fun number, frothy and light just like the song. He’d decided not to try to emulate Judy Garland’s iconic performance of Get Happy, and had instead gone with a straightforward reaction to the way the music made him feel. Life was good, and dancing to an amazing song with a partner like Kim made it all the better.
Kim practically skipped out on stage when it was time, Kurt on her heels. He’d decided that they’d start and then stay in hold for the most part, relying on movement around the floor as well as fast footwork and a few fancy leaps to keep things interesting. The song was buoyant enough that it didn’t require too many extra flourishes.
Once the music started, they were off and running, almost literally. Their feet were a blur as they flew together across the floor. Kurt caught a few smiles in the front row as they moved past, and he noticed that more than one foot was tapping along to the beat. He whipped Kim around in a series of quick turns, which she followed flawlessly, and he heard a few whoops from the crowd. By the time they skidded to a halt, breathing hard, he was grinning ear to ear.
“Oh, man,” Kim said, trying to catch her breath as they walked over to Tom. “That was awesome. That dance was a bitch, but it was worth it in the end.”
They ended up getting two 10s and a 9 from Sue, who apparently didn’t like the color yellow. Kurt suspected she wasn’t such a big fan of happiness either. They didn’t have time to dwell on it, though, because they had to run to get changed for the dance-off.
Somehow everyone was backstage, which made getting ready more complicated. It grew more difficult still when Kurt noticed Blaine watching him while he changed shirts, his eyes hot and dark.
“Stop that,” Kurt mouthed, grinning when Blaine came closer as though Kurt had called him.
“Don’t wanna,” Blaine whispered, reaching over to help with Kurt’s buttons. He didn’t so much end up helping as distracting Kurt completely from the task at hand.
“Troublemaker.” Kurt leaned in for a quick kiss. “Time to go. Your plan was to try to beat me, right?”
“You better believe it,” Blaine said, pulling Kurt back in for one more soft kiss just under his jaw. “Loser makes breakfast?”
“You and Kim and your bets,” Kurt said, but he nodded his assent. Mostly, he liked the implication that they’d be together the next morning. He could get used to that.
“Showtime, boys!” Kim called, holding out her hand for Kurt. When they caught up with her at the door, she squeezed Kurt’s hand and reached out to pat Blaine’s cheek. “Let’s do this thing.”
Blaine grinned at them both before splitting off to find Bitsy and his other teammates. Kurt rounded up Santana, Maks, Puck, and Lacey, who all looked ready to go. As team choreographer, it fell to him to give the pre-dance pep talk.
“Ok, people, now’s not the time for big speeches,” Kurt said. “Just go out there and dance your feet off, and have some fun doing it.”
“We’re going to kill it,” Santana said. “Or I will break you.”
Lacey looked mildly horrified, but Maks and Kim both burst out laughing.
“On that note,” Kurt said, trying to regain control. “Let’s go. Crisp, sexy, and fun. This dance is ours.”
They fanned out into the audience, finding their spots for their entrances following the other team’s solos. The music kicked in then, bass pumping through the room and seeping into Kurt’s bones. Kim shimmied next to him as they watched the first three couples take their turn on the floor. Quinn and Mark kept it clean and precise, and then Lauren flipped Mike over her back, which made the audience gasp and clap. When Blaine and Bitsy came out, Kurt couldn’t tear his eyes away. Blaine absolutely killed it, his hips shaking and his feet flashing as he spun Bitsy across the floor. Dimly, Kurt heard Brit’s whistle as well as a few cat calls from the balcony, and then he felt a hard nudge from Kim as their cue approached.
“Drool later. Dance now,” Kim hissed, gripping his hand hard to shock him back into reality. He nodded at her, focus regained, and her show smile softened into a real grin.
As the music transitioned between verses, their team joined the other team, circling around one another with tight steps and spins. One by one, the other team’s couples departed the dance floor, followed by Puck and Lacey and then Kurt and Kim. Santana and Maks took center stage, once again reaffirming Santana’s utter mastery of the cha cha. Their solo ended with a spectacular lift, Santana almost entirely upside down on Maks’ shoulder.
Puck and Lacey were a little goofier but still on point, nailing their turns and lift. And then it was Kurt and Kim’s turn, just as the music moved into the second chorus. Kim strutted out in front of him, taking in the cheers and applause as her due. Kurt followed, whipping her around into a quick dip before swinging her out in front of him for some quick partner work in a loose hold. They took one short breath to adjust, and then Kurt changed his grip and guided Kim as she began to spin. The turns moved across the floor, three quick ones followed by a slow step out. On the third set, Kim tilted her head back, her hair flowing behind her as she spun even faster. Kurt pulled her out of the turn and into his body, dropping her down into a deep backbend to end.
The whole group joined them for the final verse and chorus, the men leading their partners into a circle so that the women formed the outer ring. Their steps and turns were all in synch, and with each eight count they changed partners, men and women moving in opposite directions until they found their original partners again. By the end, the crowd was on its feet once more and all three judges were standing, Bruno dancing behind the table while Len smiled and Sue stared appraisingly. The twelve dancers collapsed into one another for a hug, laughing and grinning.
Everything after that was a blur of reorganizing and judges’ comments and audience reaction. The twelve of them stood in a line, waiting for the scores to be revealed. Members of the winning team would receive an additional twenty points to add to their first round scores, while the losing team would get only fifteen. In the end, Bruno went with Blaine’s team, while Len and Sue settled on Kurt’s, which meant…
“We won! Take that suckers,” Santana said, punching her fist in the air and then grabbing Kurt around the neck for a hug. She then ran around and hugged everyone, because apparently winning made her friendly.
“Way to go, Mr. Choreographer,” Kim told Kurt when she’d gotten free from Santana’s celebrations.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Kurt asked. The grin on his face felt permanent.
“Feels awesome. Keep up the good work.”
“You too,” Kurt said. If he wasn’t mistaken, they’d just secured themselves a spot in the quarter finals.
***
After a marathon press session - they seemed to be getting longer as the finale drew nearer - Kurt met Finn, Rachel, and Cedes for a late dinner. Rachel and Cedes hounded Kurt for details about Blaine, while Finn protested that he didn’t need to know any of those sorts of things about his brother. Kurt kept the storytelling to a minimum for Finn’s sake, and then turned the tables and asked pointed questions about Cedes’ most recent dates with Sam.
The four of them had a wonderful time, and when they parted hours later, Rachel sweetly suggested that it would be even more fun if Sam and Blaine could make it the next time. Kurt was amazed by how far she’d come in the years since they’d first met. She was driven but not obsessed, and she’d learned how to balance friends and family with her career. She was good for Finn, and vice versa. It made Kurt happy to see how well his brother and his dear friend fit together.
Kurt came home to an empty apartment, but from Blaine’s increasingly misspelled and goofy texts, he knew that Bitsy would be dropping Blaine by in another hour or so. The idea of tipsy, adorable Blaine being poured into a car and chauffeured over to his place made Kurt smile. It turned out that Bitsy was a pretty good sport and was being totally supportive of his and Blaine’s relationship. They still weren’t exactly friends, but at least she didn’t annoy Kurt as much as she used to.
Sure enough, two hours later, Bitsy rang his doorbell with Blaine in tow.
“We’re paparazzi- but not booze-free,” Bitsy said with a smile. “Please make him drink more water. You know they’ll make us perform the dance-off number again tomorrow night, and I don’t need puke on my shoes.”
“Of course,” Kurt said. Once she’d kissed Blaine’s cheek and left, Kurt turned toward Blaine. “Well, boozy, want to come inside?”
“I’m not that boozy,” Blaine said, making his way to the kitchen on reasonably steady legs. “I’m just happy. I got to sing with the band!”
“I’m sure you did,” Kurt said. He filled a glass and handed it to Blaine, who leaned into Kurt’s side as he drank.
“The lead singer was good, and she smelled nice. But she had boobs.” Blaine wrinkled his nose, and Kurt laughed.
“Oh, honey. I, for one, am glad that’s your reaction to boobs. Works out well for me. Now let me manhandle you into bed.”
“Manhandle? Tell me more about this manhandling,” Blaine demanded, taking Kurt’s hand and aiming for the bedroom.
“Who said that the manhandling would be the sexy kind?” Kurt said. Blaine pouted. “Oh, fine, maybe a little sexy manhandling. After you drink more water.”
“Yay!” Blaine clapped and slumped onto the bed, where he tangled himself up in his own shirt in his urgency to get it off. “Help?”
“You’re hopeless, aren’t you?” Kurt asked fondly. Blaine looked up at him, blinking slowly. “Good thing I’m here to help.”
“A very good thing,” Blaine agreed. He grabbed Kurt by the waist and tugged, tumbling them together across the bed. “I win.”
“That you do,” Kurt said, and kissed him.