4x15: don't stop believing!
1. Love in an Elevator - Aerosmith
"Blaine--" He tries to pull away, but his boyfriend's lips are relentless against his neck, sucking wetly along the smooth skin, and he's helpless to the feeling as he tips his head back, letting it rest against the cool metal of the elevator wall. It's always been a fantasy of his, fooling around in an elevator, but it feels dangerous now that it's happening, scared that the door will open and someone will see.
Blaine's lips kiss down his chest now, teasing over his stomach, and Kurt lets out a groan, his eyes widening. There's no way they're going to have time for anything more than kissing, which Blaine has to know, yet he still falls to his knees, pressing a kiss to the button of Kurt's pants. "Want you so badly," he murmurs, fumbling with the zipper. Just as Kurt is about to open his mouth to protest -- oh god, he does not want to protest, but his rational side can't keep quiet -- the elevator dings and the doors slide open.
Blaine barely has time to get into a standing position, both their cheeks bright red as the woman getting onto the elevator looks at them disapprovingly, pressing the button for her floor and staring straight ahead as the doors close. Kurt squeezes his eyes shut, silently praying that they aren't going to get a lecture, and he's pretty sure they've gotten away with it when the doors open on her floor and she steps out.
"You might want to be more careful," she says in a snotty voice, turning toward them as she shakes her head. "A child could've been getting on." The doors close and Kurt turns to glare at Blaine, who looks sheepish.
"I'm sorry," he says in a small voice, and Kurt can't help but give him a kiss.
"It's okay, honey. Next time, stay off your knees until we're in private, deal?"
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2. Mr. Brightside - The Killers
"Blaine," Santana says in surprise as she opens the door, shifting her body to cover the sliver of the couch that's visible from the doorway. "What are you doing here?"
"I- I wanted to surprise Kurt," he says, his voice fake cheerful, forcing himself to smile though he can feel his stomach churning. "Is he here?" When Santana hesitates, he bites his lip hard, and he can taste blood in his mouth. Letting out a little pained whimper, he pushes past her, looking toward the couch and what she was trying to protect him from.
Kurt and Adam are sitting together, tangled in each others arms, and Kurt looks... happy. He looks happier than Blaine has seen him in a long time, and it breaks him. Their lips meet before Kurt realizes that they're not alone anymore. Pulling back, his mouth drops open, his eyes wide, and Blaine does the only thing he can think to do.
He runs. He runs far from the apartment, tears streaming down his face the entire way, feeling completely lost and alone and broken. He knows he has no right to feel this way, that it's his fault in the first place, but it doesn't make the pain any less real. He wishes that Kurt would listen to him, that he would let him talk about it, that he would let Blaine tell him that nothing serious happened, but he's with someone else now. And that's a fact that Blaine is going to have to live with.
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3. Rockin' Robin - Megan Joy
The first graders are singing Rockin' Robin by the Jackson 5 for the choral showcase, and Blaine watches in awe from the audience, his eyes wide. There's a boy singing a solo and he's wearing a blue bowtie, which makes Blaine's chest swell with happiness. He's never seen another little boy wearing a bowtie, and he strokes his own red bowtie proudly, happy that this older boy wears them too. The boy has a beautiful voice, and Blaine feels the need to tell him so after the showcase.
"Your solo was really, really good!" He offers the boy a grin, one of his front teeth missing, and the boy grins back.
"Thanks! It took me a long time to learn all the words, but my mommy helped me." The boy grins shyly and gestures toward Blaine's bowtie. "I like your bowtie. Most of the other kids don't wear nice clothes like me." He looks kind of sad for some reason after he says that, and Blaine frowns.
"I like yours too! The other kids clothes are silly," Blaine scoffs before sticking his hand out. "I'm Blaine!"
"I'm Kurt," he says before he bites his lip. "You wanna play together at recess?"
"Of course," Blaine says happily, glad that his class has recess at the same time as the first graders. "What are we playing?"
"Well, I was kinda hoping we could play tea party," Kurt says nervously, looking at the ground shyly. "Do you like that game?" Blaine has never played tea party, but he's fascinated with Kurt and wants to spend time with him, so he shrugs eagerly.
"I'm sure I'll love it once you tell me the rules!"
"You've never played tea party?" Kurt asks incredulously before he's grabbing Blaine's hand and dragging him away. "C'mon, Blaine. I have so much to teach you."
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4. Ballroom Blitz - Krokus
"Hi! I'm--"
"Oh my god, I can't believe I got you!" Kurt covers his mouth, letting a tiny giggle slip out. "Oh my god, I can't believe you're actually my partner. I didn't think they..." His voice trails off, and Blaine's quick to pick up the slack, laughing melodically.
"Yeah, we're the first same sex couple to ever be on Dancing with the Stars. But no pressure or anything," Blaine says, nudging him with his elbow playfully. "I've got to tell you, I'm a little starstruck. I've been a huge fan of yours ever since you starred in the revival of The Boy from Oz. Your dancing was impeccable and..." His face colors deeply, looking at the ground. "Well, I was a fan of the costumes too."
Kurt's jaw drops slightly, raising his eyebrows. "So the rumors are true then? Blaine Anderson, ballroom heartthrob, is actually gay?"
Blaine smiles, nodding quickly. "I'm actually gay, yeah. I've been out since I was in high school, but well." He shrugs a little. "Since the female voting block seems to... you know..."
"Want to tear your clothes off?" Kurt supplies helpfully, and Blaine laughs.
"Exactly. So I'm supposed to keep it very hush-hush, but I've been out to my family and friends and the entire cast here. The rumors have always been somewhat of a joke to us all. But this season is kind of my... coming out," he says, his excitement and nerves painted all over his face. "Being paired with you and all. I'm actually really psyched to get to be myself for once. And everyone loves you, so I don't think we'll have any problem getting votes."
"So are we going to be the big showmance this season?" Kurt says with an impish grin, licking his lips. Blaine chuckles lowly, giving him a hungry look.
"Yeah, I was kind of hoping we might be."
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5. Fag Hag - Lily Allen
"Listen, Anderson," Santana says, looking around before leaning in closer to her computer, speaking quietly. "I have it on good authority that Kurt is still in love with you."
"What does 'good authority' even mean?" Blaine asks, sounding skeptical, but his heart is going a million miles an hour. Santana moving in with Kurt and Rachel has probably been the best thing to ever happen to him. She's not afraid to snoop or dig up dirt on her roommates, and Blaine appreciates that she tells him all of it, wanting to help them get back together. She really is the most incredible best friend he's ever had.
"I mean, when we were all watching Moulin Rouge," she starts, rolling her eyes. Blaine knows that Adam was with them for that. Blaine also knows that Santana hates Adam possibly more than he does. "He started tearing up during Come What May, and then he made up some shitty ass excuse about wearing contacts when I called him on his bull."
"Really?" Blaine breathes, hardly daring to believe it.
"C'mon, Hobbit, would I lie to you? So what you needs to do, is get your fabulous ass on a plane and get out here." Her grin turns into a smirk and Blaine worries about what's going to come out of her mouth next. "And then get that fabulous ass onto Hummel's dick."
"Santana!!"
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6. Hot in Herre - Nelly
"Who decided that August was the best time for me to move in?" Blaine asks, slumping onto the floor, wiping a hand over his forehead. "It's so hot, oh my god. I didn't know New York got this hot."
"It's all the buildings," Kurt explains, sitting next to him, and Blaine nearly wants to push him away because the body heat is just too much. "They just trap all the heat, like they trap the cold in the winter. New York is always either freezing or sweltering. It's just something you'll get used to." They sit in silence for a minute, and Blaine allows himself to think about the fact that he's actually moving in with Kurt, that he's in New York and preparing to go to NYADA, and back together with the love of his life.
"I love you," he blurts out, and Kurt grins, sighing happily.
"Mmm, I love you too," he says, standing and stretching his arms over his head, before he's tugging his thin t-shirt over his head, gyrating his hips as he sings. "It's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes..."
"I am getting so hot, I'm gonna take my clothes off," Blaine sings in return, laughing and shaking his head. "I didn't even know you knew that song."
"I was like, good gracious, ass is bodacious," Kurt sings the first few lines of the song, smirking at Blaine. "I think they wrote that part about you, Mr. Bootylicious." His hips swivel some more and Blaine stares in awe at how sexy his boyfriend is. "C'mon, let's get the rest of your stuff and then we really can take all our clothes off." He grins sexily down at Blaine, offering a hand to help him up. "I mean, who could resist that?"
"Definitely not me," Blaine says, grabbing Kurt's hand with a chuckle.
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7. Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It) - Beyonce
"You know," Blaine says, settling back onto the couch with a smirk. "I still have never seen you do the Single Ladies dance." Kurt freezes in his steps, his eyes widening as he shakes his head at Blaine.
"Ohhhh, no. Don't you even start with me," Kurt warns, and Blaine's grin grows wider as he slides his phone out of his pocket, finger scrolling over the screen.
"C'mon, honey. For me? Please?" He sticks his lower lip out and Kurt tips his head back with a groan, helpless to the adorable pout.
"Fine! Fine," Kurt finally agrees, and Blaine's eyes sparkle.
"After all, you owe me," Blaine says as he's about to start the song. "I liked it so I put a ring on it."
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8. Waking Up In Vegas - Katy Perry
Kurt's head is groggy and he blinks, sitting up a little in bed. The room is unfamiliar and he looks around, trying to place his surroundings but failing, when he feels the bed shift next to him. His heart beats nervously, wondering who he's in bed with, but he lets out a sigh of relief when he realizes it's just Blaine.
"Blaine," he whispers, shaking him. "Blaine, wake up." Blaine groans and rolls over, tugging the blankets up over him with a grumble, and Kurt lets out a little huff of frustration, trying to figure out exactly what happened the night before.
It's then that he sees the glint of a wedding band on his own finger and his eyes widen, staring down at his hand in shock. Immediately, he's tugging Blaine's hand out from under the blanket, and sure enough, there's a matching band on his finger as well.
"Blaine. Devon. Anderson." Kurt all but screams Blaine's full name, shaking him, and Blaine finally sits up this time, immediately slumping back down.
"Oh god, my head," Blaine groans. "What did we do last night?"
"Get married, apparently," Kurt blurts out, his cheeks going red. He and Blaine have been slowly reconciling their relationship, and he secretly hoped the weekend trip to Vegas with Santana would be a step in the right direction, but he never expected anything like this to happen. Blaine's eyes practically bug out of his head at the words and he holds up his hand, inspecting the ring.
"We got married," he says in a daze, smiling slowly before he looks at Kurt. "Kurt, I know what you're going to say, but can we wait before we have this annulled? I... I kind of like the thought of being Blaine Anderson-Hummel. Even if it's just for a few days."
Kurt can't help but smile, kissing Blaine's temple. "Mmm, first of all honey, it's gonna be Hummel-Anderson. And second of all, I... like it too. We can keep it our little secret for now."
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9. Scandalous Scholastics - Gym Class Heroes
"Blaine, can you stay after class?" The entire class lets out a collective 'oooh' and Blaine slumps down in his seat, trying to hide his smile and pretending to look disgruntled. Sam pats him on the shoulder, leaning in to whisper into his ear.
"Like you really mind being held back with Mr. Hummel," he says teasingly, and Blaine slaps his hand away, giving him a look. All of his friends know about his crush on their new young teacher and even though he should be worried about being held after class, he can't help but secretly be pleased about getting to spend some time with him.
After the students file out of the room, Blaine walks up to his desk. "You wanted to see me, Mr. Hummel?" He looks over his glasses at Blaine, smiling the most gorgeous smile Blaine has ever seen.
"I've been grading some of your work and I find it absolutely remarkable," Kurt says. "I was wondering if maybe you'd do better in the honors class--"
"No!" Blaine blurts out, knowing that the honors class is taught by a different teacher. Clearing his throat, he continues, blushing. "I mean, all my friends are in this class and I've been in honors classes before and they're too overwhelming for me." Mr. Hummel smiles knowingly, taking his glasses off.
"You know, Blaine," he starts. "I've noticed the way you look at me. I'm not blind." Blaine's eyes widen, his cheeks on fire, and Kurt stands, cupping his face. "I'm not dead either," he murmurs. "I might be your teacher, but you are so gorgeous." He leans in to kiss Blaine, who flails inwardly for a minute before returning the kiss.
Suddenly, a loud noise blares through the room, and Blaine springs back, looking around. The noise continues until the room starts to fade, when it becomes abundantly clear what the noise is -- his alarm clock. Blaine sits up in bed, letting out a heavy groan. Maybe once he's graduated, he'll actually be able to tell Mr. Hummel how he feels.
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10. Panic Attack - Dream Theater
"God, I'd throw my panties at Blaine," the girl next to Kurt says to her friend with a smirk. "Wouldn't you? He's the world's sexiest drummer."
"I mean, I'm more into Sam, but Blaine's totally hot too," her friend chirps in agreement. "I bet we could talk him into a threesome or something, right?"
"Wrong," Kurt interrupts, turning toward the two strangers. "Honestly, ladies, is your gaydar broken? Blaine is gay." The girls scoff, shaking their heads in unison.
"Blaine Anderson? Drummer of Wrong Direction? I don't think so," the first girl says, rolling her eyes. "Guys in metal bands aren't allowed to be gay. It's like, in the rulebook. Just because you want to suck his dick doesn't make him gay." Kurt just rolls his eyes in return, letting out a heavy sigh.
"Oh, honey," he says sadly, patting her shoulder. "You just wait and see." The air is cold as they all stand around the tour bus, Kurt's face heated up with determination to prove the two girls wrong. He's been a fan of Wrong Direction as long as he can remember -- metal isn't usually his type, but there's something beautiful about their music, and of course, Blaine's eyes had drawn him in immediately. He's a sucker for guys in eyeliner, especially when their eyes are as golden honey beautiful as Blaine's.
Suddenly the door opens, and a loud scream erupts -- Blaine is coming toward them, wearing dark jeans that hug his perfect ass and a black tank top, showing off his two full sleeves of tattoos. He's grinning widely as he comes toward the crowd, but when he makes eye contact with Kurt, he literally stops in his tracks, staring at him.
The two girls squeal. "Did you see that? He was looking at me!" The first one twirls her hair around her finger. "God, I am so totally gonna get laid tonight."
Blaine makes a beeline toward them, and the second girl shoves Kurt. "See?" she hisses. "Blaine's coming over to see my friend, not you." He hears her mutter something derrogatory under her breath, but he doesn't care because Blaine is looking right into his eyes.
"Hi," Blaine says, grinning as he stands in front of him. He looks almost nervous, licking his lips, before he says to Kurt, "I'm Blaine."
"I know," the girl says, flipping her hair. "I'm--" Blaine looks at her for the first time, giving her a puzzled look before he turns his attention back to Kurt, smiling and letting out a slow breath.
"I'm Kurt," he says, his hands shaking. "And I'm a really big fan. Of the band, but... well, especially of you." Blaine seems pleased to hear that, his eyes shining. "Can I get a picture with you?"
"Of course," Blaine says genuinely, wrapping an arm tightly around Kurt's shoulder as he holds his phone out in front of him. Snapping the picture, he turns it around to look at it, and they both nod. "Your eyes are very blue," Blaine observes, swallowing hard before looking up. "Listen, Kurt, I know this is very forward of me, but... would you mind spending some time with me tonight? I have to sign for everyone here, but if you wanted to wait on the bus, I'll join you as soon as I'm done." Kurt can feel his heart drop into his stomach, but he manages to nod, and Blaine looks relieved.
"Yeah, I mean... god, yeah, I'd love that," Kurt stammers out, and Blaine motions for a security guard to come take Kurt with him.
"You're kind of gorgeous, you know," Blaine murmurs with a wink as Kurt crosses the barricade, and Kurt's face heats up, aware that all the fans are staring at him, including the two girls, who are looking at him with a mixture of envy and anger.
"So wait," the first girl says, her tone haughty. "Are you taking this guy with you so that you can fuck him?" Blaine looks taken aback, but then he grabs her poster, signing it quickly.
"No, it's not like that," Blaine says, and the girl smiles smugly before he continues. "I'm actually a bottom, so he'll be fucking me." He gives her a big grin. "Thanks for coming to the show."
