His Perfect Partner (16/?)
Title: His Perfect Partner (16/?)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, with appearances by Burt/Carole, Tina/Mike, Mercedes/Sam, Brittany/Santana, Rachel/Finn
Spoilers: None, but assume that anything through 3.15 is fair game for inspiration.
Word Count: 2664
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: Inappropriate use of rehearsal time and space, group dance shenanigans, and adorable children.
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. Extra special thanks to wintercreek this week for being my Sexytimes Logistical Coordinator (because writing sexytimes is not nearly as sexy as it looks)!
“I’m the least sexy man on the planet,” Blaine declared, turning wide, pleading eyes on Kurt.
It was Thursday night, and they were in one of the small rehearsal studios while Kurt attempted to translate latin hip action into something Blaine could comprehend. Bitsy had tried her hardest for the past two days, but she’d finally given in and sent Blaine Kurt’s way for help.
As much as Kurt disagreed with Blaine’s comment on principle, he had to admit that rumba was not Blaine’s dance. His movement was looking more constipated than seductive. Try as he might, Kurt couldn’t help but giggle as Blaine wobbled around the floor one more time.
“Oh, honey, no,” Kurt said, trying to suppress his smile. “You’re looking a little rough, but I don’t think People’s taking you off their sexiest man list quite yet.”
“I just want to be good at it, Kurt,” Blaine whined. “Why am I not good at it?”
“Do you know how long it takes most people to get the rumba? Longer than two days - that’s for sure. Give yourself a break. You’re going to be fine. Worst comes to worst, just grin at everyone and they’ll throw a million votes your way.”
“I don’t want to get by on my charm, though.” Blaine was pouting now, his lower lip pushing out adorably. Kurt strode over to gather Blaine up in his arms.
“You’re completely destroying my tough teacher reputation here, you know?” Kurt commented, kissing Blaine’s temple. “How am I supposed to kick your butt if you’re too cute to yell at?”
“Will you show me one more time?” Blaine asked by way of response, nuzzling closer for a second before stepping back expectantly.
“I suppose.”
Kurt wandered away to queue up Blaine’s music, running through the routine in his head. It was straightforward, which was smart of Bitsy. Blaine didn’t need anything crazy on top of an already difficult dance style. The challenge with rumba was that it was deceptively simple, the basic movement making every flaw more noticeable. Kurt began dancing, overemphasizing his motions so that Blaine could really see what he should be doing.
Midway through, Kurt glanced over and noticed that Blaine’s eyes were locked on his hips. He was either very focused on learning or very, very distracted. Kurt smirked and danced a little closer, pretending not to notice Blaine’s reaction. Blaine might not be the best at rumba, but Kurt certainly knew where his own power lay.
The performance music ended, looping into a rumba-appropriate instrumental. Kurt kept moving, his back to Blaine, and wasn’t remotely surprised when he felt Blaine’s hands cupping his hips and Blaine’s lips brushing against the back of his neck.
“Do you think I can learn by osmosis?” Blaine murmured, his knuckles rubbing across the skin above Kurt’s waistband.
“Not my usual teaching technique, but it might work.” Kurt lifted one hand and reached back to tangle his fingers in Blaine’s hair and keep him close.
“Good, because I think I might respond best to hands on learning.”
“That was a terrible line,” Kurt said, giggling and then gasping when Blaine bit at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Kurt went willingly when Blaine used the hand on his stomach to pull them closer, their hips settling together. Blaine was just a little shorter than him but fit against him like a puzzle piece.
“Did it work? Because this is, for me at least.”
“Oh, me too,” Kurt said a bit breathlessly. He stepped out to the side just slightly, rotating his hips, and shivered when Blaine moved with him. “You’re an excellent student.”
“Perhaps because I’m learning from a master.” Blaine’s fingers found their way under Kurt’s shirt and ghosted across his stomach. “I feel sexier already.”
“You really do,” Kurt said, flushing when Blaine chuckled behind him. Blaine’s chuckle turned to a groan when Kurt leaned back into him, his free hand reaching back to trace down over Blaine’s hip to his ass.
“Please tell me everyone’s gone home and one of our nosy friends isn’t going to walk in here,” Blaine said, coaxing Kurt to turn around so he could get at his mouth.
“I locked the door,” Kurt admitted between kisses. “After-hours practice habit.”
“You’re brilliant. And gorgeous. And when you dance, god…” Blaine’s words trailed off as he focused on getting Kurt’s shirt off. “I can’t seem to keep my hands to myself.”
“Do you hear me complaining?” Kurt made short work of Blaine’s shirt in turn and moved closer immediately, reveling in the hot press of skin on skin. He kept moving, crowding Blaine up against the mirrored wall.
Blaine didn’t reply. He only leaned up to kiss Kurt again, long and slow and thorough, while his hands mapped the contours of Kurt’s back. Arousal twisted tight and hot in Kurt’s stomach, and he reached down to toy with the tie of Blaine’s pants.
“May I?” Kurt asked.
“Anything,” Blaine said. “Please.”
Kurt kissed down the slope of Blaine’s shoulder, his fingers dancing along Blaine’s waistband.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you that teasing is mean?” Blaine breathed, shifting against him.
“Not teasing. Just getting warmed up.” Kurt’s fingers slipped further down, finding Blaine warm and hard and smooth as he took him in hand. He stroked gently at first, until Blaine whined into his neck, begging him wordlessly for more. Kurt sped up his motions, loving the heat of skin on skin as their chests pressed together.
They moved against one another without finesse, intent on touching and being touched. Their lips met and parted messily, kisses broken up by gasps and groans. Blaine, rough with impatience, pulled Kurt’s hand away so they could rut against one another, the friction of the layers between them both exquisite and torturous. Not a minute later, they were both coming, panting into one another’s mouths as their hips stuttered together.
They slumped against the mirror, Kurt’s forehead coming to rest against Blaine’s neck. Blaine caught his breath first, bringing his hands up to rub soothingly down Kurt’s back as he turned his head and kissed Kurt’s cheek. He laughed softly when Kurt huffed against his skin.
“Well, this is uncomfortably sticky,” Blaine said, and Kurt snorted. “Reminds me of being sixteen again.”
“What kind of salacious sixteen-year-old were you?” Kurt joked, pulling back to look at Blaine.
“I went to an all boys’ boarding school.”
“That explains so much.” Kurt leaned in for a kiss before Blaine could form his retort. “So I feel kind of gross, but that was…”
“Hot.”
“Really hot.”
“We should do it again some time, but perhaps with fewer clothes.” Blaine looked hopeful.
“Just not tonight. Bitsy would never forgive us for losing focus. Neither would Kim, for that matter. Neither would I.” Kurt smiled apologetically, but he needn’t have worried. Blaine was already straightening up, understanding in his gaze.
They separated for a few minutes, retreating into their trailers to change, before walking to their cars together. It could have been awkward, but wasn’t. Kurt was thankful for small favors, since they were sure to face plenty of challenges, both personal and professional, in the coming days.
Next to Blaine’s car, Kurt dropped his bag so he could cup Blaine’s face in his hands. They shared a smile, followed by a slow, sweet kiss that made Kurt’s heart ache a little.
“See you tomorrow?” Kurt asked.
“Of course. I plan to steal you away for lunch.”
“Sounds perfect.” Another smile, another kiss, and then Kurt stepped back so Blaine could get in the driver’s seat.
“Sweet dreams, Kurt.” Blaine reached out to squeeze Kurt’s hand one last time.
“The sweetest,” Kurt agreed, before turning to head for his own vehicle. He had a feeling he would sleep a lot easier tonight than he had in a while.
***
Rehearsal with Kim the next morning went incredibly well, and lunch in Blaine’s trailer was both cozy and charming. Those were the only reasons Kurt didn’t roll his eyes so hard that they stuck in the back of his head once he got to group dance rehearsal and found out they’d be dancing to You Can’t Stop the Beat.
“How did I know it would be some gimmicky faux-lindy-swing-jive crap?” Kurt muttered to Lacey as they stood off to the side and watched the guest choreographer demonstrate the routine.
“Because you’ve seen more than five minutes of the show, perhaps? You know they always do this, Kurt. They’re trying to keep it fun.”
“By torturing us.”
“Of course, honey,” Lacey said, patting his hand where it was gripping her shoulder. “Now smile and play nice, and we can get this over with.”
Kurt gritted his teeth and went to find Kim so they could get their blocking and begin work on their brief solo. Kurt’s mood lightened when he saw Blaine across the room, laughing as Bitsy tried to flip him over her back. If they didn’t manage to break both their necks, they would be adorable.
Blaine and Bitsy landed in a heap on the floor, none the worse for wear, and Kurt’s smile returned for real. Kim grinned back at him, obviously pleased.
“I knew that boy would be good for you,” she said.
“And we’ve reached the ‘I told you so’ portion of the program,” Kurt replied, but his grin gave his improving mood away.
“What of it? You’re happy; I’m happy. It’s a win-win.”
“True.”
“So have you two talked or have your mouths been otherwise occupied?” Kim asked.
“Kim!” Kurt laughed, slightly scandalized, mostly from the truth of her statement.
“I’m going to take that as ‘too busy to talk,’ then,” she replied. “Which, good for you for getting some, but at some point Cedes is going to take matters into her own hands and sit that boy down for a chat.”
“I know, I know. But I have that plan with the rumba. We’ll talk Monday night, probably.”
“If he doesn’t fall to his knees in gratitude for your sexy dancing and then have his wicked way with you, you mean,” Kim replied, obviously trying to shock him.
“I’m sure there will be time for a little bit of everything,” Kurt said. Kim laughed loudly, earning them a frown from the choreographer. “Time to focus, star student of mine.”
“Yes sir, Mr. Hummel.” Kim fluttered her lashes obnoxiously, which made them both giggle.
“We are so getting kicked out of rehearsal,” Kurt whispered once everyone had stopped looking at them.
“I’m sure Blaine’ll teach it to you later, particularly if it involves any hip action,” Kim said, patting his cheek. “Aw, look at you - you’re blushing!”
“Ok, for real, time to stop. And focus. On something other than embarrassing me.”
Kim started humming something suspiciously like Let’s Get it On, which made Kurt’s face flush even hotter. He decided to try a particularly complicated lift to keep her occupied, which seemed to work. She couldn’t tease him when she was upside-down and trying not to fall on her head. He’d have to remember that technique.
Rehearsal went by quickly after that, full of the usual mix of epic failure, surprisingly awesome moves, and absurd group choreography. Kurt managed to keep his snide remarks mostly to himself, which was lucky, because Grant showed up with the kids toward the end of rehearsal, and neither Kurt nor Kim wanted to be stuck going over simple steps for a second longer than necessary.
When the choreographer finally released them, Molly and Jake came flying across the floor and attached themselves to Kurt’s legs. He lifted them both up for hugs and kisses while Kim went to say hello to her husband.
“Hi guys!” Kurt spun them around to make them giggle.
“Hi Kurt!” Molly chirped, looking around the studio with wide eyes.
Molly launched into a complicated description of their day so far and their plans for pizza for dinner, while Jake smiled shyly and hid his face in Kurt’s shoulder. After a minute, Molly squirmed to get down, excited to go say hi to ‘Miss Lacey,’ who was ‘the prettiest dancer after Mommy,’ apparently. Kurt was about to try to get Jake to talk when Blaine walked up to them.
“Hey, Jake,” Blaine said, running a hand down Jake’s back. “Did you come to see your mom and Kurt dance?”
“Uh huh.” Jake nodded, smiling sweetly.
“They’re pretty great, aren’t they? Are you going to dance like them when you get bigger?”
“Yeah!”
Jake’s nod this time was much more animated, and he leaned away from Kurt’s arms toward Blaine. Blaine scooped him up easily, brushing a cheek across his hair, which made something warm and affectionate unfurl in Kurt’s chest. Kurt watched as Blaine leaned down to whisper in Jake’s ear. Whatever he said must have been good, because Jake grinned and turned his head to whisper back.
“What are you two plotting?” Kurt asked, pretending to be put out.
“Nothing,” Blaine replied, as two adorable smiles were turned Kurt’s way. “We just agreed that you’re the bestest pro dancer and it’s lucky that Jake’s mommy gets to dance with you.”
“The bestest, huh?”
Jake nodded, his eyes huge, and Kurt couldn’t help but to crowd in and blow a raspberry on Jake’s neck, making him giggle and squirm.
“Kuuuurt!” Jake whined, trying to get Blaine to hide him.
“Uh oh!” Kim said, as she walked up with Grant and grabbed Jake. “Is someone trying to steal a tasty nibble from my boy? He hasn’t even had his pizza yet - he’ll be way more scrumptious after that.”
“That’s true,” Grant said, grinning. “It’s something about the grease and happiness, I think.”
“No no no!” Jake said, clinging to Kim. “I’m a boy, not a sandwich!”
All the adults laughed, and Kurt shot Kim a look. “This sounds like a debate that happens often at your house.”
“Something like that. You can see for yourself if you’ll come around for a little babysitting duty. Both of you.” Kim smiled at Blaine, all innocence, and of course he fell for it and nodded.
“That would be really fun, actually. Don’t you think so, Kurt?” Blaine said.
“I think I could be talked into it for my two favorite munchkins,” Kurt agreed. Jake cheered.
“Next Friday?” Kim asked. Kurt and Blaine agreed, and she leaned over to kiss them each on the cheek while Jake gave them hugs. “Do you want me to order pizza, or…?”
“I’m sure Blaine and I can manage dinner, Kim. What do you say to homemade mac and cheese, Jakesters?”
Jake made yummy noises and wiggled down so he could chase after his sister, probably to fill her in on the babysitting plans.
“Seriously, guys, thank you.” Grant said. “With our schedules lately, we haven’t been on a proper date in ages. This will be great.”
“Our pleasure,” Blaine said. “Maybe we’ll even read some more Harry Potter.”
Kurt could feel his face heating up at the mention of their previous meeting in the playroom, but Blaine’s hand on his back, stroking soothingly up and down, went a long way toward relieving his embarrassment.
The foursome caught up for a few minutes more before Kim and Grant decided it was time to round up the kids for dinner. Hugs, kisses, and handshakes were shared all around, and then Kurt and Blaine were left in a rapidly emptying studio.
“Got dinner plans?” Blaine blinked up at Kurt, his criminally-long lashes brushing against his cheeks.
“I was planning on an early night - I have to work out choreo for your results show number tomorrow morning with Lacey. But I could eat.”
“Simple dinner and an early night it is,” Blaine said. He slipped his hand into Kurt’s as they walked toward their trailers, like he’d been doing so forever.
“Sounds perfect.” Kurt said. He was beginning to realize that he would do a lot to keep it that way.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, with appearances by Burt/Carole, Tina/Mike, Mercedes/Sam, Brittany/Santana, Rachel/Finn
Spoilers: None, but assume that anything through 3.15 is fair game for inspiration.
Word Count: 2664
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: Inappropriate use of rehearsal time and space, group dance shenanigans, and adorable children.
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. Extra special thanks to wintercreek this week for being my Sexytimes Logistical Coordinator (because writing sexytimes is not nearly as sexy as it looks)!
“I’m the least sexy man on the planet,” Blaine declared, turning wide, pleading eyes on Kurt.
It was Thursday night, and they were in one of the small rehearsal studios while Kurt attempted to translate latin hip action into something Blaine could comprehend. Bitsy had tried her hardest for the past two days, but she’d finally given in and sent Blaine Kurt’s way for help.
As much as Kurt disagreed with Blaine’s comment on principle, he had to admit that rumba was not Blaine’s dance. His movement was looking more constipated than seductive. Try as he might, Kurt couldn’t help but giggle as Blaine wobbled around the floor one more time.
“Oh, honey, no,” Kurt said, trying to suppress his smile. “You’re looking a little rough, but I don’t think People’s taking you off their sexiest man list quite yet.”
“I just want to be good at it, Kurt,” Blaine whined. “Why am I not good at it?”
“Do you know how long it takes most people to get the rumba? Longer than two days - that’s for sure. Give yourself a break. You’re going to be fine. Worst comes to worst, just grin at everyone and they’ll throw a million votes your way.”
“I don’t want to get by on my charm, though.” Blaine was pouting now, his lower lip pushing out adorably. Kurt strode over to gather Blaine up in his arms.
“You’re completely destroying my tough teacher reputation here, you know?” Kurt commented, kissing Blaine’s temple. “How am I supposed to kick your butt if you’re too cute to yell at?”
“Will you show me one more time?” Blaine asked by way of response, nuzzling closer for a second before stepping back expectantly.
“I suppose.”
Kurt wandered away to queue up Blaine’s music, running through the routine in his head. It was straightforward, which was smart of Bitsy. Blaine didn’t need anything crazy on top of an already difficult dance style. The challenge with rumba was that it was deceptively simple, the basic movement making every flaw more noticeable. Kurt began dancing, overemphasizing his motions so that Blaine could really see what he should be doing.
Midway through, Kurt glanced over and noticed that Blaine’s eyes were locked on his hips. He was either very focused on learning or very, very distracted. Kurt smirked and danced a little closer, pretending not to notice Blaine’s reaction. Blaine might not be the best at rumba, but Kurt certainly knew where his own power lay.
The performance music ended, looping into a rumba-appropriate instrumental. Kurt kept moving, his back to Blaine, and wasn’t remotely surprised when he felt Blaine’s hands cupping his hips and Blaine’s lips brushing against the back of his neck.
“Do you think I can learn by osmosis?” Blaine murmured, his knuckles rubbing across the skin above Kurt’s waistband.
“Not my usual teaching technique, but it might work.” Kurt lifted one hand and reached back to tangle his fingers in Blaine’s hair and keep him close.
“Good, because I think I might respond best to hands on learning.”
“That was a terrible line,” Kurt said, giggling and then gasping when Blaine bit at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Kurt went willingly when Blaine used the hand on his stomach to pull them closer, their hips settling together. Blaine was just a little shorter than him but fit against him like a puzzle piece.
“Did it work? Because this is, for me at least.”
“Oh, me too,” Kurt said a bit breathlessly. He stepped out to the side just slightly, rotating his hips, and shivered when Blaine moved with him. “You’re an excellent student.”
“Perhaps because I’m learning from a master.” Blaine’s fingers found their way under Kurt’s shirt and ghosted across his stomach. “I feel sexier already.”
“You really do,” Kurt said, flushing when Blaine chuckled behind him. Blaine’s chuckle turned to a groan when Kurt leaned back into him, his free hand reaching back to trace down over Blaine’s hip to his ass.
“Please tell me everyone’s gone home and one of our nosy friends isn’t going to walk in here,” Blaine said, coaxing Kurt to turn around so he could get at his mouth.
“I locked the door,” Kurt admitted between kisses. “After-hours practice habit.”
“You’re brilliant. And gorgeous. And when you dance, god…” Blaine’s words trailed off as he focused on getting Kurt’s shirt off. “I can’t seem to keep my hands to myself.”
“Do you hear me complaining?” Kurt made short work of Blaine’s shirt in turn and moved closer immediately, reveling in the hot press of skin on skin. He kept moving, crowding Blaine up against the mirrored wall.
Blaine didn’t reply. He only leaned up to kiss Kurt again, long and slow and thorough, while his hands mapped the contours of Kurt’s back. Arousal twisted tight and hot in Kurt’s stomach, and he reached down to toy with the tie of Blaine’s pants.
“May I?” Kurt asked.
“Anything,” Blaine said. “Please.”
Kurt kissed down the slope of Blaine’s shoulder, his fingers dancing along Blaine’s waistband.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you that teasing is mean?” Blaine breathed, shifting against him.
“Not teasing. Just getting warmed up.” Kurt’s fingers slipped further down, finding Blaine warm and hard and smooth as he took him in hand. He stroked gently at first, until Blaine whined into his neck, begging him wordlessly for more. Kurt sped up his motions, loving the heat of skin on skin as their chests pressed together.
They moved against one another without finesse, intent on touching and being touched. Their lips met and parted messily, kisses broken up by gasps and groans. Blaine, rough with impatience, pulled Kurt’s hand away so they could rut against one another, the friction of the layers between them both exquisite and torturous. Not a minute later, they were both coming, panting into one another’s mouths as their hips stuttered together.
They slumped against the mirror, Kurt’s forehead coming to rest against Blaine’s neck. Blaine caught his breath first, bringing his hands up to rub soothingly down Kurt’s back as he turned his head and kissed Kurt’s cheek. He laughed softly when Kurt huffed against his skin.
“Well, this is uncomfortably sticky,” Blaine said, and Kurt snorted. “Reminds me of being sixteen again.”
“What kind of salacious sixteen-year-old were you?” Kurt joked, pulling back to look at Blaine.
“I went to an all boys’ boarding school.”
“That explains so much.” Kurt leaned in for a kiss before Blaine could form his retort. “So I feel kind of gross, but that was…”
“Hot.”
“Really hot.”
“We should do it again some time, but perhaps with fewer clothes.” Blaine looked hopeful.
“Just not tonight. Bitsy would never forgive us for losing focus. Neither would Kim, for that matter. Neither would I.” Kurt smiled apologetically, but he needn’t have worried. Blaine was already straightening up, understanding in his gaze.
They separated for a few minutes, retreating into their trailers to change, before walking to their cars together. It could have been awkward, but wasn’t. Kurt was thankful for small favors, since they were sure to face plenty of challenges, both personal and professional, in the coming days.
Next to Blaine’s car, Kurt dropped his bag so he could cup Blaine’s face in his hands. They shared a smile, followed by a slow, sweet kiss that made Kurt’s heart ache a little.
“See you tomorrow?” Kurt asked.
“Of course. I plan to steal you away for lunch.”
“Sounds perfect.” Another smile, another kiss, and then Kurt stepped back so Blaine could get in the driver’s seat.
“Sweet dreams, Kurt.” Blaine reached out to squeeze Kurt’s hand one last time.
“The sweetest,” Kurt agreed, before turning to head for his own vehicle. He had a feeling he would sleep a lot easier tonight than he had in a while.
***
Rehearsal with Kim the next morning went incredibly well, and lunch in Blaine’s trailer was both cozy and charming. Those were the only reasons Kurt didn’t roll his eyes so hard that they stuck in the back of his head once he got to group dance rehearsal and found out they’d be dancing to You Can’t Stop the Beat.
“How did I know it would be some gimmicky faux-lindy-swing-jive crap?” Kurt muttered to Lacey as they stood off to the side and watched the guest choreographer demonstrate the routine.
“Because you’ve seen more than five minutes of the show, perhaps? You know they always do this, Kurt. They’re trying to keep it fun.”
“By torturing us.”
“Of course, honey,” Lacey said, patting his hand where it was gripping her shoulder. “Now smile and play nice, and we can get this over with.”
Kurt gritted his teeth and went to find Kim so they could get their blocking and begin work on their brief solo. Kurt’s mood lightened when he saw Blaine across the room, laughing as Bitsy tried to flip him over her back. If they didn’t manage to break both their necks, they would be adorable.
Blaine and Bitsy landed in a heap on the floor, none the worse for wear, and Kurt’s smile returned for real. Kim grinned back at him, obviously pleased.
“I knew that boy would be good for you,” she said.
“And we’ve reached the ‘I told you so’ portion of the program,” Kurt replied, but his grin gave his improving mood away.
“What of it? You’re happy; I’m happy. It’s a win-win.”
“True.”
“So have you two talked or have your mouths been otherwise occupied?” Kim asked.
“Kim!” Kurt laughed, slightly scandalized, mostly from the truth of her statement.
“I’m going to take that as ‘too busy to talk,’ then,” she replied. “Which, good for you for getting some, but at some point Cedes is going to take matters into her own hands and sit that boy down for a chat.”
“I know, I know. But I have that plan with the rumba. We’ll talk Monday night, probably.”
“If he doesn’t fall to his knees in gratitude for your sexy dancing and then have his wicked way with you, you mean,” Kim replied, obviously trying to shock him.
“I’m sure there will be time for a little bit of everything,” Kurt said. Kim laughed loudly, earning them a frown from the choreographer. “Time to focus, star student of mine.”
“Yes sir, Mr. Hummel.” Kim fluttered her lashes obnoxiously, which made them both giggle.
“We are so getting kicked out of rehearsal,” Kurt whispered once everyone had stopped looking at them.
“I’m sure Blaine’ll teach it to you later, particularly if it involves any hip action,” Kim said, patting his cheek. “Aw, look at you - you’re blushing!”
“Ok, for real, time to stop. And focus. On something other than embarrassing me.”
Kim started humming something suspiciously like Let’s Get it On, which made Kurt’s face flush even hotter. He decided to try a particularly complicated lift to keep her occupied, which seemed to work. She couldn’t tease him when she was upside-down and trying not to fall on her head. He’d have to remember that technique.
Rehearsal went by quickly after that, full of the usual mix of epic failure, surprisingly awesome moves, and absurd group choreography. Kurt managed to keep his snide remarks mostly to himself, which was lucky, because Grant showed up with the kids toward the end of rehearsal, and neither Kurt nor Kim wanted to be stuck going over simple steps for a second longer than necessary.
When the choreographer finally released them, Molly and Jake came flying across the floor and attached themselves to Kurt’s legs. He lifted them both up for hugs and kisses while Kim went to say hello to her husband.
“Hi guys!” Kurt spun them around to make them giggle.
“Hi Kurt!” Molly chirped, looking around the studio with wide eyes.
Molly launched into a complicated description of their day so far and their plans for pizza for dinner, while Jake smiled shyly and hid his face in Kurt’s shoulder. After a minute, Molly squirmed to get down, excited to go say hi to ‘Miss Lacey,’ who was ‘the prettiest dancer after Mommy,’ apparently. Kurt was about to try to get Jake to talk when Blaine walked up to them.
“Hey, Jake,” Blaine said, running a hand down Jake’s back. “Did you come to see your mom and Kurt dance?”
“Uh huh.” Jake nodded, smiling sweetly.
“They’re pretty great, aren’t they? Are you going to dance like them when you get bigger?”
“Yeah!”
Jake’s nod this time was much more animated, and he leaned away from Kurt’s arms toward Blaine. Blaine scooped him up easily, brushing a cheek across his hair, which made something warm and affectionate unfurl in Kurt’s chest. Kurt watched as Blaine leaned down to whisper in Jake’s ear. Whatever he said must have been good, because Jake grinned and turned his head to whisper back.
“What are you two plotting?” Kurt asked, pretending to be put out.
“Nothing,” Blaine replied, as two adorable smiles were turned Kurt’s way. “We just agreed that you’re the bestest pro dancer and it’s lucky that Jake’s mommy gets to dance with you.”
“The bestest, huh?”
Jake nodded, his eyes huge, and Kurt couldn’t help but to crowd in and blow a raspberry on Jake’s neck, making him giggle and squirm.
“Kuuuurt!” Jake whined, trying to get Blaine to hide him.
“Uh oh!” Kim said, as she walked up with Grant and grabbed Jake. “Is someone trying to steal a tasty nibble from my boy? He hasn’t even had his pizza yet - he’ll be way more scrumptious after that.”
“That’s true,” Grant said, grinning. “It’s something about the grease and happiness, I think.”
“No no no!” Jake said, clinging to Kim. “I’m a boy, not a sandwich!”
All the adults laughed, and Kurt shot Kim a look. “This sounds like a debate that happens often at your house.”
“Something like that. You can see for yourself if you’ll come around for a little babysitting duty. Both of you.” Kim smiled at Blaine, all innocence, and of course he fell for it and nodded.
“That would be really fun, actually. Don’t you think so, Kurt?” Blaine said.
“I think I could be talked into it for my two favorite munchkins,” Kurt agreed. Jake cheered.
“Next Friday?” Kim asked. Kurt and Blaine agreed, and she leaned over to kiss them each on the cheek while Jake gave them hugs. “Do you want me to order pizza, or…?”
“I’m sure Blaine and I can manage dinner, Kim. What do you say to homemade mac and cheese, Jakesters?”
Jake made yummy noises and wiggled down so he could chase after his sister, probably to fill her in on the babysitting plans.
“Seriously, guys, thank you.” Grant said. “With our schedules lately, we haven’t been on a proper date in ages. This will be great.”
“Our pleasure,” Blaine said. “Maybe we’ll even read some more Harry Potter.”
Kurt could feel his face heating up at the mention of their previous meeting in the playroom, but Blaine’s hand on his back, stroking soothingly up and down, went a long way toward relieving his embarrassment.
The foursome caught up for a few minutes more before Kim and Grant decided it was time to round up the kids for dinner. Hugs, kisses, and handshakes were shared all around, and then Kurt and Blaine were left in a rapidly emptying studio.
“Got dinner plans?” Blaine blinked up at Kurt, his criminally-long lashes brushing against his cheeks.
“I was planning on an early night - I have to work out choreo for your results show number tomorrow morning with Lacey. But I could eat.”
“Simple dinner and an early night it is,” Blaine said. He slipped his hand into Kurt’s as they walked toward their trailers, like he’d been doing so forever.
“Sounds perfect.” Kurt said. He was beginning to realize that he would do a lot to keep it that way.