His Perfect Partner (14/?)
Title: His Perfect Partner (14/?)
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: 2663
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: Kurt enjoys a cozy breakfast with Carole and a powerful performance with Brit. His attempt at lunch with Blaine is not quite as successful.
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.
“Morning, sweetheart.” Carole was already at the stove, flipping pancakes, when Kurt wandered into the kitchen the next morning. He walked over to kiss her cheek and noted with approval that she’d made whole wheat batter and had fresh fruit out for a topping. “How was your night out?”
“Fun,” Kurt said as he poured coffee into the mug Carole had set out on the counter. “Lots of laughing and dancing and making fools of ourselves - you know, the usual.”
“I bet,” she said, and though she didn’t turn around, he recognized her tone and knew she was fishing.
“Go ahead and ask. I know you want to.” Now seated at the table, Kurt smiled into his mug.
“And how much are you going to tell me?”
“The parentally-approved amount, of course.”
“My parentally-approved amount, or your father’s?” Carole asked. She deposited a plate of pancakes in front of Kurt and sat down across from him. He loved the way she took command of his kitchen like she belonged in it. She did the same thing every time she visited.
“Yours, I suppose. Just so long as you let me tell Dad in my own time.”
“Deal.” She smiled across at him, and he reached out to squeeze the hand she offered.
“So, there’s this boy,” Kurt began, the same way he had started this sort of story since he was a teenager.
“And does this boy have a name?” Carole asked, playing her part.
“You know his name - you had dinner with him!”
“So? I didn’t want to skip any steps. But continue.” Carole waved him along with a forkful of pancake.
“Right. Anyway, we’ve gotten to be friends over the past month or so. He’s smart and funny and musical and has great taste in restaurants…”
“Not to mention a cute tush.”
“Carole!” Kurt admonished, but he was laughing. “I mean, you’re right, but still.”
“Sorry,” Carole said, but he knew she really wasn’t. “You were saying?”
“We’ve been hanging out a lot, but I didn’t even know if he was gay or not until recently.”
“So you were being overly cautious?”
“You know me so well.” They shared a smile. “I just didn’t want to get in too deep before I knew where I stood.”
“And where do you stand?”
“Well, he kissed me yesterday. My waltz inspired him, apparently.” Kurt took a sip of coffee in an attempt to cover the blush he knew was rising on his cheeks.
“He has good taste, then, in boys and in dances. That routine was spectacular,” Carole said. Kurt beamed.
“Thanks. So he kissed me. Actually, he asked to kiss me.”
“How charming.”
“It kind of was. And then there was some dancing, and some kissing, and some hanging out, and then I came home.”
“And now?”
“I go to work, and I see him, and I don’t know?” Kurt had been actively trying not to think that far, choosing instead to revel in the newness of it all.
“You give him a nice big smooch and let it go where it goes,” Carole said firmly. “Kurt, that boy likes you. Even I can tell that much. You deserve having a sweet, cute guy who likes you. Turn off your brain for a few minutes and have a good time.”
“But…”
“Your work won’t suffer,” Carole said, as though she could read his mind. At this point, she probably could. “If anything, you’ll let your feelings fuel your work. I know you. You want to overthink this, but try to resist. Let it be what it is, and enjoy yourself. Or I’ll be forced to get your father involved.”
“Low blow,” Kurt said darkly. “He’d come swooping in and scare the life out of Blaine by trying to be his best friend. We are so not ready for that. Hell, we’re not really even a ‘we’ at the moment.”
“So do something about that, then. That’ll give you something to agonize over.” Carole just grinned when Kurt made a face at her. They chewed the last of their breakfasts companionably for a moment before she continued. “You’ll be fine. You’ll dance beautifully and have some fun. What’s the worst that could happen?”
“I could get my heart broken?”
“Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. In the meantime, I think you have lunch plans to make with a cute boy. And I’m off to see Finn before the show tonight.”
“Dinner?” Kurt asked, happy to be off the hook for a while.
“Of course. I’ll cook here for my boys. Just like old times.”
“Only if I get to help,” Kurt said, collecting their plates and starting to wash up.
“We’ll make Finn set the table,” Carole agreed. She headed back to the guest room and left Kurt to his thoughts, which were now considerably lighter, even though it was a results show day.
Kurt mulled over Carole’s advice on the way into the studio to pre-record a performance for that night’s show. She had said essentially the same thing as his girls had been saying, but he took it a little more seriously coming from one of his parents. Carole knew him, had known him since high school when she had quickly become one of his most treasured confidants. She knew his dating history, his hang-ups, and his self-destructive tendencies better than most. For that reason, and several others, she hadn’t been this enthusiastic about a dating prospect in a long time. Kurt figured that had to mean something was right about him and Blaine being together.
Kurt knew from their conversation the previous night that Blaine wasn’t due at the studio for another few hours, which left Kurt free to focus on dancing for the time being. He was doing a dueling guitars number with Brit, which meant real Argentine tango with one hell of a partner. They’d been working on it during lunch breaks and after rehearsals for the last week, which had proven to be a good change of pace from the prettiness of the waltz. Brit was a firecracker, her focus razor sharp when she was dancing, and she always pushed Kurt to new heights when they danced together.
Kurt met her in the ballroom for a few quick run-throughs before heading for hair and makeup. Cedes wasn’t in yet, which meant no one distracted him with questions about Blaine so he could focus on Brit. She was telling him about how she had gotten to know Santana, and the story was quite enlightening. It also sounded eerily familiar.
“Maks asked me to come help and show her the girl part a couple of weeks ago, so I did. She really appreciated the help. I know everyone thinks she can be kind of mean, but that’s just because she’s competitive.”
“I’m sure I know nothing about that,” Kurt commented.
“You don’t?”
“Kidding, Brit. You know I’m competitive. What happened next?”
“Well, she asked me out to dinner, but first I told her about how sometimes I like boys, but I like her too. She seemed ok with that.”
“And now?” Kurt was genuinely curious. If he was going to get involved in a cliché showmance of his own, he wanted to know how it was working for Brit.
“She wants to be my girlfriend. She says she doesn’t even mind if the stupid paparazzi harass her about it,” Brit said. “I really like her, Kurt. She’s so smart and pretty and talented.”
“I’m happy for you, Brit.” He bent down to hug her in the makeup chair. He’d still be asking Maks what he thought about Santana’s side of things, but from what he could tell, his Brits was happy. That’s what mattered most. “You about ready to set fire to that stage?”
“Won’t that ruin our costumes?” Brit asked. Kurt laughed.
“Good point. How about we just go out there and dance our best?”
“Ok!” Brit followed him out of the hair and makeup trailer, obviously ready to dance.
They ran the dance a couple more times before adding the live music, and then a few more times after that while the stand-in audience filled the floor-level seats. By the time they were ready to film, the dance was polished and they felt loose enough to infuse a lot of personality into the performance. Artie and the producers were pleased with the first take, which meant they got an extra half hour before they had to be back for run-through for that evening’s show.
Brit ran off to find Santana for lunch, and Kurt was winding his way through backstage to go find his phone and text Blaine when the man himself appeared right in front of him.
“Hi,” Kurt said, smiling. “I didn’t expect you here already.”
“Like I’d miss a chance to watch you dance,” Blaine said, demonstrating his ability to make Kurt blush with a single phrase.
“You were watching?”
“I got here in time to see you filming. It looked amazing.”
“Thank you,” Kurt said, giving in to the temptation to no longer keep his hands to himself. He stepped close to Blaine, his arms sliding around Blaine’s waist. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“I more than liked it,” Blaine said, reaching up to toy with Kurt’s collar. “You’re really something else.”
“I’d say thank you again, but it’ll start to get a little repetitive.”
“I have a better idea.” Blaine leaned closer, his intent clear, and Kurt happily met him halfway in a kiss.
“So I guess I didn’t make last night up,” Blaine said, once they surfaced.
“Was that a concern?”
“Well, it’s not every day that I manage to convince a gorgeous dancer that kissing me is a good idea.”
“It was better than a good idea. And it didn’t take all that much convincing,” Kurt admitted.
“Lucky me.” Blaine looked up at Kurt through his eyelashes, which was indecently attractive. Kurt had to kiss him again.
Blaine shuffled back so his shoulders were against the nearest wall, pulling Kurt to him as their mouths melded together. Kurt heard himself whimper, which should have been mortifying. He didn’t really care, though, too intent on getting Blaine as close as humanly possible. Kissing him was proving addictive in the very best way.
Eventually, they managed to tear themselves away, leaning back just enough to press their foreheads together and catch their breaths.
“We should really try this in a less public place,” Kurt said, only now realizing that they were in a corridor anyone could walk down.
“I won’t argue with that,” Blaine said, eyes lighting up.
“Lunch first.”
“I suppose.” Blaine’s grin was infectious. “Private lunch?”
“Why do I get the feeling that will involve very little actual sustenance?”
“It might, it might not. Try it anyway? I’ll order.”
“I suppose. But just so you know, I’m blaming you if I’m still hungry in an hour,” Kurt said, taking Blaine’s hand as they began walking down the hall.
“And in that case, I’m sure I’ll be guilty. So, so guilty.” Blaine stopped them so he could take Kurt’s other hand and kiss his knuckles. Kurt laughed.
“You, sir, are a flirt.”
“Mmmm,” Blaine agreed, kissing Kurt’s cheek before he resumed walking. Their hands swung between them as they walked, which made Kurt want to laugh again with delight. He could really get used to this.
***
As Kurt had predicted, lunch involved far more giggling and kissing than it did actual food. Kurt had almost forgotten how much fun these first moments of flirtation could be, and though he knew they would need to talk it out eventually, he wasn’t quite ready for this part to end.
They had curled up on the couch in Blaine’s trailer, talking about everything and nothing in between kisses and occasional nibbles of vegetable crudites. Kurt learned that Blaine had broken his arm in third grade during a particularly enthusiastic superman phase. Blaine discovered, much to Kurt’s chagrin, that the backs of Kurt’s knees were incredibly ticklish. This led to their meal dissolving into a tickle fight, which Kurt managed to end when he trapped Blaine under him on the couch, his hands capturing Blaine’s wrists above his head.
“I win,” Kurt said, grinning as he looked down at Blaine.
“I am so ok with that,” Blaine replied, tilting his head back so that Kurt could kiss down the column of his throat.
“Yeah?” Kurt said between kisses.
“God, yes. You’re so strong. So hot.”
“You’re babbling.” Kurt released Blaine’s hands so that he could work Blaine’s top two buttons free and access more skin.
“I blame you.” Blaine’s hands slid the length of Kurt’s back to cup his ass. Kurt was beginning to think Blaine had a bit of an obsession with it.
“Let me help you with that,” Kurt said, before capturing Blaine’s lips in a slow, deep kiss.
Blaine moaned into it, gripping Kurt tighter, while Kurt moved with him and anchored his hands in Blaine’s hair. Things were just starting to spiral out of control between them when an incessant beeping broke through the quiet. Kurt was both pleased and disgusted with himself for having the foresight to set an alarm for rehearsal.
“Duty calls,” Kurt said regretfully, pulling himself upright and offering Blaine a hand up.
“Don’t wanna,” Blaine said. He draped himself over Kurt’s back, peeking over his shoulder and pouting a little.
“Being cute is not going to get you out of rehearsal, you know,” Kurt replied. When Blaine only pouted more, Kurt laughed and kissed him one more time. “And just think: after that, we get to spend another hour standing on stage, waiting for our fates to be revealed in front of millions of Americans.”
“Yeah, I don’t like that part.” Blaine finally pulled away and got up so he could peer in his mirror and try to make his hair look less like Kurt’s hands had spent the last hour tangled in it.
“No one likes that part. And it only gets worse each week. Maks and Lacey say semi-finals week is the worst.”
“I believe it.” Blaine said, catching Kurt’s eye in the mirror. “Is there a reason you’re trying to make me nervous about tonight?”
“Just trying to get us focused. We are at our place of business, after all.”
“And are you this welcoming to all the new employees?” Blaine asked as Kurt came up behind him and propped his chin on Blaine’s shoulder.
“Only the cute ones who feed me delicious meals and let me use them to fend off unwanted exes.”
“That’s all I am? A means to an end?” Blaine joked, turning to face Kurt.
“Yep. You’re awfully convenient,” Kurt said, laughing. He let Blaine draw him closer for one last kiss before pulling away. “Ok, hands off, Mr. Anderson. We have work to do.”
“Yes, sir.” Blaine winked as he held the door open for Kurt.
Once outside, Kurt slid his hands into his pockets to avoid the temptation to grab onto Blaine and refuse to let go. The last hour had been a wonderful respite from the stress that Tuesdays brought, but now it was time to focus and - assuming everything went well tonight - begin to plan for the next week’s routine. He and Kim would have paso doble if they made it through, and Kurt had a few amazing ideas for what they might do. He couldn’t wait to show them to Kim the next morning.
Back in the ballroom, Blaine headed over to where Bitsy was sitting, but not before aiming one more wink and smile Kurt’s way. Kim, of course, walked up at exactly that moment. She looped her arm through Kurt’s and held on so he couldn’t get away.
“So,” she said, a decidedly evil gleam in her eye. “What exactly have you been up to, mister?”
Kurt could tell it was going to be a long night.
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: 2663
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: Kurt enjoys a cozy breakfast with Carole and a powerful performance with Brit. His attempt at lunch with Blaine is not quite as successful.
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.
“Morning, sweetheart.” Carole was already at the stove, flipping pancakes, when Kurt wandered into the kitchen the next morning. He walked over to kiss her cheek and noted with approval that she’d made whole wheat batter and had fresh fruit out for a topping. “How was your night out?”
“Fun,” Kurt said as he poured coffee into the mug Carole had set out on the counter. “Lots of laughing and dancing and making fools of ourselves - you know, the usual.”
“I bet,” she said, and though she didn’t turn around, he recognized her tone and knew she was fishing.
“Go ahead and ask. I know you want to.” Now seated at the table, Kurt smiled into his mug.
“And how much are you going to tell me?”
“The parentally-approved amount, of course.”
“My parentally-approved amount, or your father’s?” Carole asked. She deposited a plate of pancakes in front of Kurt and sat down across from him. He loved the way she took command of his kitchen like she belonged in it. She did the same thing every time she visited.
“Yours, I suppose. Just so long as you let me tell Dad in my own time.”
“Deal.” She smiled across at him, and he reached out to squeeze the hand she offered.
“So, there’s this boy,” Kurt began, the same way he had started this sort of story since he was a teenager.
“And does this boy have a name?” Carole asked, playing her part.
“You know his name - you had dinner with him!”
“So? I didn’t want to skip any steps. But continue.” Carole waved him along with a forkful of pancake.
“Right. Anyway, we’ve gotten to be friends over the past month or so. He’s smart and funny and musical and has great taste in restaurants…”
“Not to mention a cute tush.”
“Carole!” Kurt admonished, but he was laughing. “I mean, you’re right, but still.”
“Sorry,” Carole said, but he knew she really wasn’t. “You were saying?”
“We’ve been hanging out a lot, but I didn’t even know if he was gay or not until recently.”
“So you were being overly cautious?”
“You know me so well.” They shared a smile. “I just didn’t want to get in too deep before I knew where I stood.”
“And where do you stand?”
“Well, he kissed me yesterday. My waltz inspired him, apparently.” Kurt took a sip of coffee in an attempt to cover the blush he knew was rising on his cheeks.
“He has good taste, then, in boys and in dances. That routine was spectacular,” Carole said. Kurt beamed.
“Thanks. So he kissed me. Actually, he asked to kiss me.”
“How charming.”
“It kind of was. And then there was some dancing, and some kissing, and some hanging out, and then I came home.”
“And now?”
“I go to work, and I see him, and I don’t know?” Kurt had been actively trying not to think that far, choosing instead to revel in the newness of it all.
“You give him a nice big smooch and let it go where it goes,” Carole said firmly. “Kurt, that boy likes you. Even I can tell that much. You deserve having a sweet, cute guy who likes you. Turn off your brain for a few minutes and have a good time.”
“But…”
“Your work won’t suffer,” Carole said, as though she could read his mind. At this point, she probably could. “If anything, you’ll let your feelings fuel your work. I know you. You want to overthink this, but try to resist. Let it be what it is, and enjoy yourself. Or I’ll be forced to get your father involved.”
“Low blow,” Kurt said darkly. “He’d come swooping in and scare the life out of Blaine by trying to be his best friend. We are so not ready for that. Hell, we’re not really even a ‘we’ at the moment.”
“So do something about that, then. That’ll give you something to agonize over.” Carole just grinned when Kurt made a face at her. They chewed the last of their breakfasts companionably for a moment before she continued. “You’ll be fine. You’ll dance beautifully and have some fun. What’s the worst that could happen?”
“I could get my heart broken?”
“Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. In the meantime, I think you have lunch plans to make with a cute boy. And I’m off to see Finn before the show tonight.”
“Dinner?” Kurt asked, happy to be off the hook for a while.
“Of course. I’ll cook here for my boys. Just like old times.”
“Only if I get to help,” Kurt said, collecting their plates and starting to wash up.
“We’ll make Finn set the table,” Carole agreed. She headed back to the guest room and left Kurt to his thoughts, which were now considerably lighter, even though it was a results show day.
Kurt mulled over Carole’s advice on the way into the studio to pre-record a performance for that night’s show. She had said essentially the same thing as his girls had been saying, but he took it a little more seriously coming from one of his parents. Carole knew him, had known him since high school when she had quickly become one of his most treasured confidants. She knew his dating history, his hang-ups, and his self-destructive tendencies better than most. For that reason, and several others, she hadn’t been this enthusiastic about a dating prospect in a long time. Kurt figured that had to mean something was right about him and Blaine being together.
Kurt knew from their conversation the previous night that Blaine wasn’t due at the studio for another few hours, which left Kurt free to focus on dancing for the time being. He was doing a dueling guitars number with Brit, which meant real Argentine tango with one hell of a partner. They’d been working on it during lunch breaks and after rehearsals for the last week, which had proven to be a good change of pace from the prettiness of the waltz. Brit was a firecracker, her focus razor sharp when she was dancing, and she always pushed Kurt to new heights when they danced together.
Kurt met her in the ballroom for a few quick run-throughs before heading for hair and makeup. Cedes wasn’t in yet, which meant no one distracted him with questions about Blaine so he could focus on Brit. She was telling him about how she had gotten to know Santana, and the story was quite enlightening. It also sounded eerily familiar.
“Maks asked me to come help and show her the girl part a couple of weeks ago, so I did. She really appreciated the help. I know everyone thinks she can be kind of mean, but that’s just because she’s competitive.”
“I’m sure I know nothing about that,” Kurt commented.
“You don’t?”
“Kidding, Brit. You know I’m competitive. What happened next?”
“Well, she asked me out to dinner, but first I told her about how sometimes I like boys, but I like her too. She seemed ok with that.”
“And now?” Kurt was genuinely curious. If he was going to get involved in a cliché showmance of his own, he wanted to know how it was working for Brit.
“She wants to be my girlfriend. She says she doesn’t even mind if the stupid paparazzi harass her about it,” Brit said. “I really like her, Kurt. She’s so smart and pretty and talented.”
“I’m happy for you, Brit.” He bent down to hug her in the makeup chair. He’d still be asking Maks what he thought about Santana’s side of things, but from what he could tell, his Brits was happy. That’s what mattered most. “You about ready to set fire to that stage?”
“Won’t that ruin our costumes?” Brit asked. Kurt laughed.
“Good point. How about we just go out there and dance our best?”
“Ok!” Brit followed him out of the hair and makeup trailer, obviously ready to dance.
They ran the dance a couple more times before adding the live music, and then a few more times after that while the stand-in audience filled the floor-level seats. By the time they were ready to film, the dance was polished and they felt loose enough to infuse a lot of personality into the performance. Artie and the producers were pleased with the first take, which meant they got an extra half hour before they had to be back for run-through for that evening’s show.
Brit ran off to find Santana for lunch, and Kurt was winding his way through backstage to go find his phone and text Blaine when the man himself appeared right in front of him.
“Hi,” Kurt said, smiling. “I didn’t expect you here already.”
“Like I’d miss a chance to watch you dance,” Blaine said, demonstrating his ability to make Kurt blush with a single phrase.
“You were watching?”
“I got here in time to see you filming. It looked amazing.”
“Thank you,” Kurt said, giving in to the temptation to no longer keep his hands to himself. He stepped close to Blaine, his arms sliding around Blaine’s waist. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“I more than liked it,” Blaine said, reaching up to toy with Kurt’s collar. “You’re really something else.”
“I’d say thank you again, but it’ll start to get a little repetitive.”
“I have a better idea.” Blaine leaned closer, his intent clear, and Kurt happily met him halfway in a kiss.
“So I guess I didn’t make last night up,” Blaine said, once they surfaced.
“Was that a concern?”
“Well, it’s not every day that I manage to convince a gorgeous dancer that kissing me is a good idea.”
“It was better than a good idea. And it didn’t take all that much convincing,” Kurt admitted.
“Lucky me.” Blaine looked up at Kurt through his eyelashes, which was indecently attractive. Kurt had to kiss him again.
Blaine shuffled back so his shoulders were against the nearest wall, pulling Kurt to him as their mouths melded together. Kurt heard himself whimper, which should have been mortifying. He didn’t really care, though, too intent on getting Blaine as close as humanly possible. Kissing him was proving addictive in the very best way.
Eventually, they managed to tear themselves away, leaning back just enough to press their foreheads together and catch their breaths.
“We should really try this in a less public place,” Kurt said, only now realizing that they were in a corridor anyone could walk down.
“I won’t argue with that,” Blaine said, eyes lighting up.
“Lunch first.”
“I suppose.” Blaine’s grin was infectious. “Private lunch?”
“Why do I get the feeling that will involve very little actual sustenance?”
“It might, it might not. Try it anyway? I’ll order.”
“I suppose. But just so you know, I’m blaming you if I’m still hungry in an hour,” Kurt said, taking Blaine’s hand as they began walking down the hall.
“And in that case, I’m sure I’ll be guilty. So, so guilty.” Blaine stopped them so he could take Kurt’s other hand and kiss his knuckles. Kurt laughed.
“You, sir, are a flirt.”
“Mmmm,” Blaine agreed, kissing Kurt’s cheek before he resumed walking. Their hands swung between them as they walked, which made Kurt want to laugh again with delight. He could really get used to this.
***
As Kurt had predicted, lunch involved far more giggling and kissing than it did actual food. Kurt had almost forgotten how much fun these first moments of flirtation could be, and though he knew they would need to talk it out eventually, he wasn’t quite ready for this part to end.
They had curled up on the couch in Blaine’s trailer, talking about everything and nothing in between kisses and occasional nibbles of vegetable crudites. Kurt learned that Blaine had broken his arm in third grade during a particularly enthusiastic superman phase. Blaine discovered, much to Kurt’s chagrin, that the backs of Kurt’s knees were incredibly ticklish. This led to their meal dissolving into a tickle fight, which Kurt managed to end when he trapped Blaine under him on the couch, his hands capturing Blaine’s wrists above his head.
“I win,” Kurt said, grinning as he looked down at Blaine.
“I am so ok with that,” Blaine replied, tilting his head back so that Kurt could kiss down the column of his throat.
“Yeah?” Kurt said between kisses.
“God, yes. You’re so strong. So hot.”
“You’re babbling.” Kurt released Blaine’s hands so that he could work Blaine’s top two buttons free and access more skin.
“I blame you.” Blaine’s hands slid the length of Kurt’s back to cup his ass. Kurt was beginning to think Blaine had a bit of an obsession with it.
“Let me help you with that,” Kurt said, before capturing Blaine’s lips in a slow, deep kiss.
Blaine moaned into it, gripping Kurt tighter, while Kurt moved with him and anchored his hands in Blaine’s hair. Things were just starting to spiral out of control between them when an incessant beeping broke through the quiet. Kurt was both pleased and disgusted with himself for having the foresight to set an alarm for rehearsal.
“Duty calls,” Kurt said regretfully, pulling himself upright and offering Blaine a hand up.
“Don’t wanna,” Blaine said. He draped himself over Kurt’s back, peeking over his shoulder and pouting a little.
“Being cute is not going to get you out of rehearsal, you know,” Kurt replied. When Blaine only pouted more, Kurt laughed and kissed him one more time. “And just think: after that, we get to spend another hour standing on stage, waiting for our fates to be revealed in front of millions of Americans.”
“Yeah, I don’t like that part.” Blaine finally pulled away and got up so he could peer in his mirror and try to make his hair look less like Kurt’s hands had spent the last hour tangled in it.
“No one likes that part. And it only gets worse each week. Maks and Lacey say semi-finals week is the worst.”
“I believe it.” Blaine said, catching Kurt’s eye in the mirror. “Is there a reason you’re trying to make me nervous about tonight?”
“Just trying to get us focused. We are at our place of business, after all.”
“And are you this welcoming to all the new employees?” Blaine asked as Kurt came up behind him and propped his chin on Blaine’s shoulder.
“Only the cute ones who feed me delicious meals and let me use them to fend off unwanted exes.”
“That’s all I am? A means to an end?” Blaine joked, turning to face Kurt.
“Yep. You’re awfully convenient,” Kurt said, laughing. He let Blaine draw him closer for one last kiss before pulling away. “Ok, hands off, Mr. Anderson. We have work to do.”
“Yes, sir.” Blaine winked as he held the door open for Kurt.
Once outside, Kurt slid his hands into his pockets to avoid the temptation to grab onto Blaine and refuse to let go. The last hour had been a wonderful respite from the stress that Tuesdays brought, but now it was time to focus and - assuming everything went well tonight - begin to plan for the next week’s routine. He and Kim would have paso doble if they made it through, and Kurt had a few amazing ideas for what they might do. He couldn’t wait to show them to Kim the next morning.
Back in the ballroom, Blaine headed over to where Bitsy was sitting, but not before aiming one more wink and smile Kurt’s way. Kim, of course, walked up at exactly that moment. She looped her arm through Kurt’s and held on so he couldn’t get away.
“So,” she said, a decidedly evil gleam in her eye. “What exactly have you been up to, mister?”
Kurt could tell it was going to be a long night.