His Perfect Partner (23/?)
Title: His Perfect Partner (23/?)
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: 2241
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: Waffles, Thai food, and a couple of bets make Sunday more fun.
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.
Kurt was plating waffles the next morning when Blaine wandered into the kitchen, phone to his ear.
“Yes sir, absolutely. Hm? Sorry, that’s an old prep school habit.” Blaine laughed and grabbed silverware to set the table while he talked. “Did you want to talk to him? Oh, ok. I’ll tell him. Yes, I’m looking forward to that too. See you then!”
When Blaine hung up and turned back around, Kurt was waiting for him, one eyebrow raised in inquiry.
“Um, your phone rang, and I thought it was mine?” Blaine grinned uncertainly.
“Is that a question, or a statement of fact?”
“Right. So I answered it, and it was your dad,” Blaine said.
“You were just chatting with my father for ten minutes? Seriously?” Kurt was, frankly, a little bit flabbergasted. But Blaine looked none the worse for wear, and his dad hadn’t demanded to speak with him, so it must be ok.
“Yeah? He sounds like a nice guy.”
“A nice…yeah, ok. You’re either delusional, or perfect.” Kurt laughed, then, and reached out for Blaine, who came willingly. “Maybe a little bit of both.”
“Maybe,” Blaine said, leaning up for a kiss. “Sorry if that makes it awkward, later. By the time I realized it wasn’t my phone, it was too late to just hang up.”
“No, it’s ok. Dad knows I’m a grown up.”
“He also figured out who I was pretty quickly,” Blaine said, obviously curious.
“That’s because I’ve told him about you. He’s looking forward to meeting you, actually. He’ll be here for the finale.”
“So he said. He also said something about being excited to see you crush the competition.”
“The competitive spirit is genetic,” Kurt said, laughing again. He really, really loved his dad.
“Obviously,” Blaine said, stepping back so he could begin ferrying breakfast over to the table. “Speaking of, are you ready for dance-off rehearsal today?”
“Ready to kick your butt, do you mean?” Kurt sat down so he could dig into his waffle. It had turned out really well, if he did say so himself.
“Oh, I don’t know about that.” Blaine scoffed. “My team’s pretty great.”
“Wanna bet?” Kurt asked. He waved a bit of waffle in Blaine’s direction challengingly.
“Of course. But only if Kim’s in on it too. That’ll make it more fun.”
“You mean more dangerous,” Kurt said. He swirled a strawberry through the whipped cream he’d made that morning before popping it in his mouth. Then he dipped another strawberry in whipped cream and held it out to Blaine. “Your turn.”
“Mmmm, delicious,” Blaine said when he’d finished chewing. “You can be in charge of breakfast anytime.”
“As long as you keep finding us awesome lunch,” Kurt agreed.
“I was thinking Thai today, actually. Something light and hot, to go with the cha cha,” Blaine said.
“Listen to you, thinking like a dancer.” Kurt grinned.
“I have to keep up with you somehow,” Blaine said. He reached for Kurt’s hand across the table.
“You do just fine,” Kurt said, pulling Blaine’s hand up to kiss his knuckles. The look Blaine gave him made Kurt feel warm all the way to his toes. He cleared his throat and let Blaine have his hand back. “Eat up, you. We have a busy day ahead of us.”
***
Kurt and Blaine spent the morning being affectionate and competitive and ridiculous, at least according to Kim, who told Kurt so as they walked toward the picnic tables outside the studio. Blaine and Bitsy had raced off at the end of dance-off rehearsal and blocking so that they could finish getting lunch organized for the whole group. They were already out there, dancing around and goofing off as they distributed containers from the Thai place.
“You should see the look on your face,” Kim said, looping one arm through Kurt’s as they watched Blaine and Bitsy. “You are so gone on that boy.”
“He’s such a massive dork. Why is that so hot?” Kurt sat down at the closest table and leaned his cheek on his hand so he could keep watching his adorable boyfriend.
“Because he’s comfortable with himself. Confidence is sexy, as is that ass, god…” Kim giggled when Kurt’s mouth dropped open in shock. “What? I can’t appreciate the scenery?”
“Not when he’s mi-…I mean, isn’t that a little belittling?”
“Don’t even try to pretend that you’re not getting all territorial. That’s hot too, by the way,” Kim said, and Kurt shoved at her a little but didn’t bother denying it. Kim crowded closer to him, her voice quieting. “So, have you two had the ‘where things go next’ conversation?”
“We haven’t officially been together that long,” Kurt protested.
“I know, but you both might as well be wearing giant ‘I sleep with that guy’ signs with the way you are around one another. Eventually, people are going to start to notice beyond just the cast and crew.”
“Oh, god, is it that obvious?” Kurt tilted his head closer in toward Kim, his voice dropping to a nervous whisper.
“Well, I might be exaggerating just a tiny bit or be more attuned to you than the average schmoe, but the point still stands. Like it or not, that talk should happen soon.”
“I know. You’re right. We talked about it a little before, but now it’s way more relevant.”
“Before?” Kim asked.
“A month or so ago, I guess. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want to stay closeted for that much longer.”
“I don’t think you’d be with him, really with him, if you thought going public wasn’t on the horizon,” Kim said astutely.
“Not after last time, no,” Kurt agreed. He’d talked to Kim a little about his history and knew she understood. “I’m too old and too out to be someone’s dirty little secret. I’ve been there and done that.”
“And you deserve better.”
“Yeah, I do.” Kurt looked across the tables at Blaine, who glanced up and smiled at him, slow and sweet. “He’s better. So much better.”
“He makes you happy,” Kim said. It was a statement rather than a question.
“God, so much. It’s a little scary, and yet it’s not, you know? It just feels right,” Kurt said, and Kim smiled at him in understanding. “We’ll talk soon, but right now it’s just nice knowing that we’ll be able to talk about it, like mature adults. The whole thing will probably be intense, but we’ll get through it together.”
“Yeah you will,” Kim said, leaning in to squeeze Kurt around the middle and kiss his cheek. “I know we haven’t been friends that long, but seeing you happy makes me happy. Because you are so awesome.”
“I love you too, Kim,” Kurt said, reaching around to give her a proper hug. They stayed that way until a voice across the table made them pull back.
“Are you two done being gross and sappy and gay, yet? Because if you don’t stop soon, you’re going to put me off my feed,” Santana said, studying her nails disinterestedly.
“Hi, ‘Tana. How’s Brit?” Kim said cheerfully. Kurt was impressed with her masterful redirect.
“She’s good,” Santana said, her face softening into a smile. “She had to take the cat to the vet today, so I’m taking her out to dinner later.”
“Sounds nice,” Kurt said, as he struggled to articulate the question he wanted to ask. Kim beat him to it.
“So you two are out as a couple, right?” Kim asked. Santana nodded. “How’s that been?”
“Not bad, actually. I’ve been out for a long time, which helps,” Santana said. “So one press release, an interview or two, and a few obnoxious photographers - that kid with the fro is creepily interested in catching us kissing - but that’s all.”
“I see,” Kim said, shooting Kurt a meaningful look.
“What? Are you planning to serve as Tweedle Gay and Tweedle Gayer’s press secretary, or something?” Santana asked, her eyes gleaming with frightening interest.
“No,” Kurt said, putting a hand on Kim’s before she could reply. “No. She’s definitely not. She’s - we’re -just curious. For the future. Maybe. Probably.”
“Uh huh,” Santana said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Well, when the time comes, Brits and I have your back. We freaks of nature have to stick together, right?”
“Thanks, Santana,” Kurt said, oddly touched. She only rolled her eyes and pulled a container of curry in front of her.
Blaine walked up a minute later and squeezed onto the bench next to Kurt. He set a plate in front of Kurt and grinned.
“Hey, you. I brought your favorite,” Blaine said.
“You did. Thanks,” Kurt said, leaning into Blaine a little.
Across the table, Santana mimed retching into her lunch, but Kurt could see the corners of her mouth turning up. It was nice to know that, prickly as she was, Santana was in their corner. They’d need all the support they could get as things moved forward, especially from their competition.
“So, listen,” Blaine said, pulling Kurt from his thoughts. “I know we usually do something Monday nights, but Elizabeth has a friend whose band is playing, and she wants me to go with her. I can meet up with you after, though?”
“Of course. I should go to dinner with Finn and Rachel and Cedes, anyway. They’re going to disown me if they don’t see me away from the studio sometime soon.”
“We can’t have that,” Blaine said. “Next time, I’ll come with you, ok?”
“Absolutely. I know Finn would love to try his hand at intimidating you before Dad gets here.” Kurt rolled his eyes good-naturedly.
“He realizes that I know him already, right?” Blaine asked.
“And that he’s about as intimidating as a St. Bernard puppy? I hope so, by now. I mean, just because you’d have to stand on a chair to look him in the eye doesn’t mean he’s scary.” Kurt burst into laughter when Blaine dug a finger into his ribs, right where he’d discovered Kurt was most ticklish.
“Oh I’m sure pipsqueak here makes up for his lack of height in other areas,” Santana drawled from across the table, reminding them both that they had an audience. Kurt sat up straight, grinning smugly, which was all the answer Santana needed. She shot them both a dirty grin. “Well done, boys.”
“And I helped,” Kim said in an undertone to Kurt, who snorted.
“Hm?” Blaine leaned in toward them, his hand settling on Kurt’s thigh.
“Nothing, dear,” Kurt said primly, still grinning. “Kim’s just trying to take some credit for the two of us getting together.”
“I guess she can have a little, but really, it comes down to you, and your hips, and the way you move, and…” Blaine only stopped talking because Kurt clapped a hand over his mouth.
“Yeah, let’s save that for when we don’t have quite so eager an audience,” Kurt said, indicating Kim and Santana, who were watching them closely. Blaine nodded, his eyes wide, and Kurt released him.
“So, Santana,” Kurt said, changing the subject. “How’s your cha cha coming? Maks has been gloating about it all over the place.”
“Oh, it’s awesome. Obviously,” Santana said, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “Though Maks tells me that neither of your dances sucks. Keep this up, and we’ll have the queerest finale in history.”
“And that’s really saying something, considering the sheer volume of sequins and guyliner usually involved,” Kurt said.
“I propose a pact,” Kim said. She pointed at Blaine and Santana. “You two can fill your partners in later, since they had the poor taste to not be hanging out with us right now.”
“Ok,” Santana said. “And?”
“I propose that, three weeks from now, we meet in the ballroom as the final three couples, for a dancing throwdown of epic proportions. Winner take all, losers buy the drinks at the cast party.”
“The drinks at the cast party are free,” Kurt commented, amused.
“It’s the principle of the thing,” Kim said, putting her hand over his on the table. “Who’s in?”
“Me, definitely,” Blaine said, fitting his hand over both of theirs.
“As if there was even a question,” Santana said, doing the same. “Let the queering of the finale begin.”
“Wait, does that mean I get to be queer by association?” Kim asked. “Awesome!”
“Oh my god, Kim,” Kurt said, removing his hand and standing up. “We’ll talk about it. At rehearsal. Which we are now going to have, because we have to beat these lunatics.”
“See you after?” Blaine asked as he began gathering up plates and containers. He and Bitsy had insisted on taking care of the entire meal, including clean-up.
“Of course,” Kurt said. He leaned over to press a kiss to Blaine’s temple. Santana started up again with the obnoxious noises, so Kurt gave her the finger.
“Have a lovely afternoon, guys,” Kim said sweetly. She hooked her arm through Kurt’s and began to lead him away. “We’re going to go practice kicking your asses now!”
“That should keep things interesting,” Kurt commented. Behind them, he could hear both Blaine and Santana calling for their partners.
“Exactly the point,” Kim said. “Why are we even doing this if it can’t be insanely competitive and fun?”
“You,” Kurt said, patting her hand, “are quite possibly the smartest woman I know.”
“Lucky you.” Kim smiled, showing her dimple. “Now come on, partner. We have work to do.”
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: 2241
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: Waffles, Thai food, and a couple of bets make Sunday more fun.
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.
Kurt was plating waffles the next morning when Blaine wandered into the kitchen, phone to his ear.
“Yes sir, absolutely. Hm? Sorry, that’s an old prep school habit.” Blaine laughed and grabbed silverware to set the table while he talked. “Did you want to talk to him? Oh, ok. I’ll tell him. Yes, I’m looking forward to that too. See you then!”
When Blaine hung up and turned back around, Kurt was waiting for him, one eyebrow raised in inquiry.
“Um, your phone rang, and I thought it was mine?” Blaine grinned uncertainly.
“Is that a question, or a statement of fact?”
“Right. So I answered it, and it was your dad,” Blaine said.
“You were just chatting with my father for ten minutes? Seriously?” Kurt was, frankly, a little bit flabbergasted. But Blaine looked none the worse for wear, and his dad hadn’t demanded to speak with him, so it must be ok.
“Yeah? He sounds like a nice guy.”
“A nice…yeah, ok. You’re either delusional, or perfect.” Kurt laughed, then, and reached out for Blaine, who came willingly. “Maybe a little bit of both.”
“Maybe,” Blaine said, leaning up for a kiss. “Sorry if that makes it awkward, later. By the time I realized it wasn’t my phone, it was too late to just hang up.”
“No, it’s ok. Dad knows I’m a grown up.”
“He also figured out who I was pretty quickly,” Blaine said, obviously curious.
“That’s because I’ve told him about you. He’s looking forward to meeting you, actually. He’ll be here for the finale.”
“So he said. He also said something about being excited to see you crush the competition.”
“The competitive spirit is genetic,” Kurt said, laughing again. He really, really loved his dad.
“Obviously,” Blaine said, stepping back so he could begin ferrying breakfast over to the table. “Speaking of, are you ready for dance-off rehearsal today?”
“Ready to kick your butt, do you mean?” Kurt sat down so he could dig into his waffle. It had turned out really well, if he did say so himself.
“Oh, I don’t know about that.” Blaine scoffed. “My team’s pretty great.”
“Wanna bet?” Kurt asked. He waved a bit of waffle in Blaine’s direction challengingly.
“Of course. But only if Kim’s in on it too. That’ll make it more fun.”
“You mean more dangerous,” Kurt said. He swirled a strawberry through the whipped cream he’d made that morning before popping it in his mouth. Then he dipped another strawberry in whipped cream and held it out to Blaine. “Your turn.”
“Mmmm, delicious,” Blaine said when he’d finished chewing. “You can be in charge of breakfast anytime.”
“As long as you keep finding us awesome lunch,” Kurt agreed.
“I was thinking Thai today, actually. Something light and hot, to go with the cha cha,” Blaine said.
“Listen to you, thinking like a dancer.” Kurt grinned.
“I have to keep up with you somehow,” Blaine said. He reached for Kurt’s hand across the table.
“You do just fine,” Kurt said, pulling Blaine’s hand up to kiss his knuckles. The look Blaine gave him made Kurt feel warm all the way to his toes. He cleared his throat and let Blaine have his hand back. “Eat up, you. We have a busy day ahead of us.”
***
Kurt and Blaine spent the morning being affectionate and competitive and ridiculous, at least according to Kim, who told Kurt so as they walked toward the picnic tables outside the studio. Blaine and Bitsy had raced off at the end of dance-off rehearsal and blocking so that they could finish getting lunch organized for the whole group. They were already out there, dancing around and goofing off as they distributed containers from the Thai place.
“You should see the look on your face,” Kim said, looping one arm through Kurt’s as they watched Blaine and Bitsy. “You are so gone on that boy.”
“He’s such a massive dork. Why is that so hot?” Kurt sat down at the closest table and leaned his cheek on his hand so he could keep watching his adorable boyfriend.
“Because he’s comfortable with himself. Confidence is sexy, as is that ass, god…” Kim giggled when Kurt’s mouth dropped open in shock. “What? I can’t appreciate the scenery?”
“Not when he’s mi-…I mean, isn’t that a little belittling?”
“Don’t even try to pretend that you’re not getting all territorial. That’s hot too, by the way,” Kim said, and Kurt shoved at her a little but didn’t bother denying it. Kim crowded closer to him, her voice quieting. “So, have you two had the ‘where things go next’ conversation?”
“We haven’t officially been together that long,” Kurt protested.
“I know, but you both might as well be wearing giant ‘I sleep with that guy’ signs with the way you are around one another. Eventually, people are going to start to notice beyond just the cast and crew.”
“Oh, god, is it that obvious?” Kurt tilted his head closer in toward Kim, his voice dropping to a nervous whisper.
“Well, I might be exaggerating just a tiny bit or be more attuned to you than the average schmoe, but the point still stands. Like it or not, that talk should happen soon.”
“I know. You’re right. We talked about it a little before, but now it’s way more relevant.”
“Before?” Kim asked.
“A month or so ago, I guess. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want to stay closeted for that much longer.”
“I don’t think you’d be with him, really with him, if you thought going public wasn’t on the horizon,” Kim said astutely.
“Not after last time, no,” Kurt agreed. He’d talked to Kim a little about his history and knew she understood. “I’m too old and too out to be someone’s dirty little secret. I’ve been there and done that.”
“And you deserve better.”
“Yeah, I do.” Kurt looked across the tables at Blaine, who glanced up and smiled at him, slow and sweet. “He’s better. So much better.”
“He makes you happy,” Kim said. It was a statement rather than a question.
“God, so much. It’s a little scary, and yet it’s not, you know? It just feels right,” Kurt said, and Kim smiled at him in understanding. “We’ll talk soon, but right now it’s just nice knowing that we’ll be able to talk about it, like mature adults. The whole thing will probably be intense, but we’ll get through it together.”
“Yeah you will,” Kim said, leaning in to squeeze Kurt around the middle and kiss his cheek. “I know we haven’t been friends that long, but seeing you happy makes me happy. Because you are so awesome.”
“I love you too, Kim,” Kurt said, reaching around to give her a proper hug. They stayed that way until a voice across the table made them pull back.
“Are you two done being gross and sappy and gay, yet? Because if you don’t stop soon, you’re going to put me off my feed,” Santana said, studying her nails disinterestedly.
“Hi, ‘Tana. How’s Brit?” Kim said cheerfully. Kurt was impressed with her masterful redirect.
“She’s good,” Santana said, her face softening into a smile. “She had to take the cat to the vet today, so I’m taking her out to dinner later.”
“Sounds nice,” Kurt said, as he struggled to articulate the question he wanted to ask. Kim beat him to it.
“So you two are out as a couple, right?” Kim asked. Santana nodded. “How’s that been?”
“Not bad, actually. I’ve been out for a long time, which helps,” Santana said. “So one press release, an interview or two, and a few obnoxious photographers - that kid with the fro is creepily interested in catching us kissing - but that’s all.”
“I see,” Kim said, shooting Kurt a meaningful look.
“What? Are you planning to serve as Tweedle Gay and Tweedle Gayer’s press secretary, or something?” Santana asked, her eyes gleaming with frightening interest.
“No,” Kurt said, putting a hand on Kim’s before she could reply. “No. She’s definitely not. She’s - we’re -just curious. For the future. Maybe. Probably.”
“Uh huh,” Santana said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Well, when the time comes, Brits and I have your back. We freaks of nature have to stick together, right?”
“Thanks, Santana,” Kurt said, oddly touched. She only rolled her eyes and pulled a container of curry in front of her.
Blaine walked up a minute later and squeezed onto the bench next to Kurt. He set a plate in front of Kurt and grinned.
“Hey, you. I brought your favorite,” Blaine said.
“You did. Thanks,” Kurt said, leaning into Blaine a little.
Across the table, Santana mimed retching into her lunch, but Kurt could see the corners of her mouth turning up. It was nice to know that, prickly as she was, Santana was in their corner. They’d need all the support they could get as things moved forward, especially from their competition.
“So, listen,” Blaine said, pulling Kurt from his thoughts. “I know we usually do something Monday nights, but Elizabeth has a friend whose band is playing, and she wants me to go with her. I can meet up with you after, though?”
“Of course. I should go to dinner with Finn and Rachel and Cedes, anyway. They’re going to disown me if they don’t see me away from the studio sometime soon.”
“We can’t have that,” Blaine said. “Next time, I’ll come with you, ok?”
“Absolutely. I know Finn would love to try his hand at intimidating you before Dad gets here.” Kurt rolled his eyes good-naturedly.
“He realizes that I know him already, right?” Blaine asked.
“And that he’s about as intimidating as a St. Bernard puppy? I hope so, by now. I mean, just because you’d have to stand on a chair to look him in the eye doesn’t mean he’s scary.” Kurt burst into laughter when Blaine dug a finger into his ribs, right where he’d discovered Kurt was most ticklish.
“Oh I’m sure pipsqueak here makes up for his lack of height in other areas,” Santana drawled from across the table, reminding them both that they had an audience. Kurt sat up straight, grinning smugly, which was all the answer Santana needed. She shot them both a dirty grin. “Well done, boys.”
“And I helped,” Kim said in an undertone to Kurt, who snorted.
“Hm?” Blaine leaned in toward them, his hand settling on Kurt’s thigh.
“Nothing, dear,” Kurt said primly, still grinning. “Kim’s just trying to take some credit for the two of us getting together.”
“I guess she can have a little, but really, it comes down to you, and your hips, and the way you move, and…” Blaine only stopped talking because Kurt clapped a hand over his mouth.
“Yeah, let’s save that for when we don’t have quite so eager an audience,” Kurt said, indicating Kim and Santana, who were watching them closely. Blaine nodded, his eyes wide, and Kurt released him.
“So, Santana,” Kurt said, changing the subject. “How’s your cha cha coming? Maks has been gloating about it all over the place.”
“Oh, it’s awesome. Obviously,” Santana said, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “Though Maks tells me that neither of your dances sucks. Keep this up, and we’ll have the queerest finale in history.”
“And that’s really saying something, considering the sheer volume of sequins and guyliner usually involved,” Kurt said.
“I propose a pact,” Kim said. She pointed at Blaine and Santana. “You two can fill your partners in later, since they had the poor taste to not be hanging out with us right now.”
“Ok,” Santana said. “And?”
“I propose that, three weeks from now, we meet in the ballroom as the final three couples, for a dancing throwdown of epic proportions. Winner take all, losers buy the drinks at the cast party.”
“The drinks at the cast party are free,” Kurt commented, amused.
“It’s the principle of the thing,” Kim said, putting her hand over his on the table. “Who’s in?”
“Me, definitely,” Blaine said, fitting his hand over both of theirs.
“As if there was even a question,” Santana said, doing the same. “Let the queering of the finale begin.”
“Wait, does that mean I get to be queer by association?” Kim asked. “Awesome!”
“Oh my god, Kim,” Kurt said, removing his hand and standing up. “We’ll talk about it. At rehearsal. Which we are now going to have, because we have to beat these lunatics.”
“See you after?” Blaine asked as he began gathering up plates and containers. He and Bitsy had insisted on taking care of the entire meal, including clean-up.
“Of course,” Kurt said. He leaned over to press a kiss to Blaine’s temple. Santana started up again with the obnoxious noises, so Kurt gave her the finger.
“Have a lovely afternoon, guys,” Kim said sweetly. She hooked her arm through Kurt’s and began to lead him away. “We’re going to go practice kicking your asses now!”
“That should keep things interesting,” Kurt commented. Behind them, he could hear both Blaine and Santana calling for their partners.
“Exactly the point,” Kim said. “Why are we even doing this if it can’t be insanely competitive and fun?”
“You,” Kurt said, patting her hand, “are quite possibly the smartest woman I know.”
“Lucky you.” Kim smiled, showing her dimple. “Now come on, partner. We have work to do.”