A/N - I feel like I should be emerging from a cavern of darkness with arms full of presents to shower you all with love and gifts...admittedly as a bribe not to hate me...I am sososososo sorry I have been completely silent for like 2 and a half months but I have had a lot of stuff going on to deal with and I have had zilch time and motivation to write lately. But I absolutely swear to you that I will do what I can to update L&I etc asap!

So this is technically a one shot but it was just getting soooooo long! Its 5658 words already and I'm nowhere near finished with it so I thought I'd split it and this seemed like a good a place as any...

Basically I read this fic somewhere that was along the same lines and I absolutely loved it! And it really inspired me to create my own version, so here we go...

It's a bet - Part 1

"Ok as much as I still dislike disco I have to admit that you do look amazing in that suit." Kurt said falling back into one of the hard plastic chairs of the choir room.

Blaine followed over to him and took a seat by his side, crossing his legs and propping his arm up on the back of the seat to rest his head on. Both boys had quickly filed their way out of the auditorium after the group had finished their rendition of 'Staying Alive' and. had made it back to the choir room before anyone else.

"Oh well thank you my love but no one can pull off such a great piece of design and these rather fetching platform boots quite like you Mr Kurt Hummel!"

"True, true but you really do look quite divine. If anyone knows fashion it is I and let me tell you that suit is hugging in all the right places. The white compliments your smooth olive skin perfectly. Your hair isn't as plastered by the gelmet and I don't know why but that little gold necklace is really doing something for me..." Kurt finished coyly.

A warm sensation started sparking inside of Blaine as he smirked modestly. "Mm really? You see I knew I could change your mind about disco." He said leaning in slightly.

"Well I wouldn't say that but it has its perks. Besides I didn't tell you before because I knew you'd get a little smug but your performance of 'You should be dancing' at the beginning of the week, incredible."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Looks like all our...practice really helps you hit the high notes. Not to mention flexibility..." Kurt said slightly breathless, leaning in as well.

"Oh well I guess I owe you a thank you then..." Blaine retorted before both boys met in the middle in a firm loving kiss.

They smiled against each others lips as Blaine brought his hand up to cup the paler boys cheek.

With everything that had happened over the past few weeks from Sebastian's little slushie attack, the small debacle on Valentines day, the news on Karofsky and Coppers brief yet strained visit it was so nice for the two of them to just relax and have fun together. Nothing could interrupt their moment of care free seclusion.

"Urgh gross."

Ah. The unmistakable noise of the devil in disguise. Well, close to it. Sure enough the boys turned their heads to see the rest of the glee club filing in and at the front came striding the ever confident Santana Lopez.

"Seriously is there anywhere safe where we can walk without having to watch you two have the constant need to create little, or in fido's case miniature, gaybies all the time? I can practically taste the klainebow glitter."

"Oh common we just kissed Santana!" Kurt bit back. "And no one was around! Whenever anyone else is even within a 200 metre radius we practically act as if there's a brick wall between us! Give us a break!"

"Be that as it may can you two even last a week without lip locking?" She asked standing in front of them with her arms crossed.

Kurt opened his mouth to reply again when he heard a soft snort from beside him. Slowly, Kurt turned his head to glare at his boyfriend.

"I don't think you could do it you know." Kurt lifted a accusing eyebrow and Blaine continued. "I don't, I honestly don't think you could. I don't think you could make it a week without us kissing each other, or even just without us having sex."

"Is that so?"

Blaine simply shrugged innocently.

"Well what about you, Hm? Blaine, you're talking to the guy who a year ago would blush at even the notion of sex. Now I know that's changed a lot since then but you're the one who had to physically walk out of the room and take care of themselves over the way my voice sounded when I was ill once."

"Hey that's not my fault! You sound really sexy when you're ill! And hey! How did you even know about that?!" Blaine asked eyes wide.

"Oh please honey you're not as quiet as you think you are."

Blaine's eyebrows raised through his hairline as he flushed, completely embarrassed. He fidgeted and blushed hard as he ducked his head. Everyone else in the room sniggering loudly at his mortification.

"Wanky!"

"Shut up Santana." He said becoming even more crimson.

"Ok boys then how about a bet? 1 week! See who can hold out the longest. Hobbit, if you cave first and jump lady Hummel then you loose and Kurt the same goes for you, if you can't last the week without becoming magnetised to Frodo's tight tiny ass then you're out and he wins."

"What do we win?" Kurt enquired.

"Hey that's up to you two I can't decide what wildly exciting activity you would like, probably something domestic like cleaning the kitchen or washing frantentine's gross triple extra large boxers. Either way that's up to you two to decide."

"Uh what about if we both make it the week without kissing? Then what?" Blaine asked.

"Then I loose and I'll never doubt your awesome sex life again. Hell I'll even bow down to you as masters of the bedroom, but boys believe me when I say Santana Lopez does not loose. I know I'm right and at least one of you will cave before the week is over, and when that happens I gets myself 20 bucks, from each of you."

"Money? Seriously?"

"Hey I gots to set the steaks somewhere and what else could I get from you two rainbow gays? Its not like I'm going to be needing to pilfer your condom selection is it? And unless you've got something used for lady loving then money it is. Comprende?"

The two boys glance at each other for a moment, intrigued, before Kurt spoke up confidently.

"Fine. I like a challenge and I won't pass up an opportunity to prove you wrong Santana."

"Well good then it's on! But lady Hummel you know its true, you and Blaine won't make it two days before the candy hearts are falling out of your eyes. And don't even think about cheating and getting it on in secret because my mexican third eye will seek you out."

"Oh I wouldn't dream of it Santana, I want to prove you and Blaine for that matter, wrong fair and square." Kurt finished proudly. He stood up and smoothing out the creases in his suit he gained from sitting down he picked up his bag, settled it over his shoulder and strutted out of the room- perhaps in a bit of a hurry but he didn't want anyone to see him touch his lips gently, savouring the still slightly lingering feel of Blaine's lips from where they had been minutes before.

He couldn't let Blaine or Santana prove him wrong. He could last a week. A week without kissing or touching or feeling his boyfriends gorgeous form pressed against him as they made love. Their limbs twisting together in a loving heated mass-

Jesus Kurt STOP! Not helping! At this rate you won't last 7 minutes let alone 7 days!

He was going to have to think of a brilliant prize for WHEN he won this bet. Because Blaine was going to loose, he'd make sure of it.

To Blaine:

No Katy Perry or Pink for a month. X

From Blaine:

Pardon? X

To Blaine:

If I win. That's my reward. You don't play any Katy Perry or Pink songs for a month, and I don't just mean when you're with me, I mean completely free for one month. X

From Blaine:

What? Is this about Santana's bet? Kurt you can't be serious, that's insane! Seriously we don't even have to do this bet, I mean what's it really going to prove anyway...X

To Blaine:

Oh no you're not getting out of this now. You don't think I can do it, well I'm going to show you wrong. Its on Blainey. One week of no kissing. And when I win, one month pop princess free. X

From Blaine:

Noooo common Kurt can't I just buy you that Marc Jacobs jacket you wanted? X

To Blaine:

Aw what the matter Blaine, you getting cold feet? I know what it does to you when I win, maybe you should just save yourself the embarrassment of loosing and admit that I could hold out longer than you. X

From Blaine:

Oh not a chance my dear boyfriend. Fine, if you're just so sure you'll win you'll have no problem with watching all the highlight games from last football season will you? ;) X

To Blaine:

All of them? Really Blaine?! X

From Blaine:

Its not too late to back out...X

To Blaine:

No no I never said that. Challenge accepted. ;) X

From Blaine:

Can't wait, this week will fly by! X

But however confident they seemed, both boys were thinking the same thing...

Oh crap I'm screwed!

"Help Cedes! I need advise! How can I make sure Blaine can't keep his hands off of me?" Kurt rushed out.

"Ok Kurt, you're gonna need to explain a little more for me honey..." Mercedes prompted slightly stunned as she answered her cell.

"I'm talking about Santana's little bet! I know I seemed confident earlier but I am not going to be able to last a week without kissing him! And all the way home after glee I was freaking out because I don't want to prove them right but if I don't get Blaine to cave first then...well I'm going to prove them right! So all evening I've been trying to figure out how to get Blaine to cave and the best thing I could think of was to work with what I know best and obviously I thought of fashion. So I need something that will make me so damn irresistible to him that he sweeps me up right there on the spot, but I can't find anything in this damn closet good enough!" Kurt sighed as he stuffed another discarded item of clothing back into his closet.

"Ok boo first off calm yo' self down! This is a little of an over reaction to some silly bet-"

"Would you want to lose to them, Santana especially, and have to sit and listen to their gloating for the rest of the year?!"

"No and I get that which is why I'm going to help you so listen up!"

"Alright I'm listening."

"Right Kurt let me tell you this. You could be strutting around in black trash sack and Blaine would still have to sit on his hands to restrain himself from pouncing on you!"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me! In fact he may actually prefer that because it would be easier for him to undress you with his eyes. Look I don't know if you see it but the rest of us do! Every single day his eyes are at some point glued to your ass!"

"Seriously?" He asked perplexed.

"Why do you think he always stands behind you in dance rehearsal?"

"Wow..." When this bet was over he was definitely going to tease his boyfriend about this. Sure Blaine had the exact same affect on him but he didn't have to tell him that.

"Exactly. That boy may seem in control but if you just stick on your tightest pair of pants tomorrow, he'll be a gonner before first period."

"But what if it doesn't work? I mean Blaine and I have some pretty high stakes riding on this bet and he hates losing..."

"Oh come on where's the Kurt Hummel I know? We'll make your boy give in before the week is out one way or another."

"Miss Jones you sneaky devil, I like your thinking."

"I'm always here to help my fabulous arm gay. Now run me through some outfits boy, we're gonna get you looking smoking for tomorrow!"

"Hey hobbit time to collect my winnings yet?"

Blaine placed his final book in his locker and shut the door turning to face the Latina girl who had just appeared at his side. Arty, Rachel and Finn there with him.

"It's not even 9am yet Santana, I haven't even seen Kurt yet."

"You haven't? Oh Damn good luck!"

"What? What are you talking about?"

Right on cue Kurt pivoted the corner at the end of the hallway. Santana pointed her finger in the direction with a smirk and when Blaine turned his head to catch the view his jaw went completely slack at the sight. "Sweet merciful lord..." He breathed in trance.

Kurt caught sight of his friends standing together in the not so busy halls and set on his innocent smile as he strutted down to meet them, purposely swaying his hips in his tight tight grey jeans and equally fitting white shirt with silver chains.

"Everything alright there Anderson?" Santana teased, snapping Blaine out of his trance just enough for him to regain some inhibitions and to realise that if he didn't get out of here soon then he was going to have to do some serious rearranging of the placement of his messenger bag.

He tried to speak but cursed his voice for coming out so squeaky "I uh- I..." He coughed trying to regain some saliva to his mouth and tried again. "I've gotta go do uh stuff, gotta go do...leave, gotta leave..." He rushed and everyone couldn't help but laugh as he sprinted passed his friends, heading straight down the corridor and into the boys toilets.

Kurt who had watch his boyfriend unfold laughed softly as he approached the remaining group where he was greeted by Santana.

"Wow Hummel you've really outdone yourself. If I wasn't a total lesbian and with Britt then I would so be turned on right now."

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about." He winked.

"Ha right well be proud you managed to turn your boyfriend into a stick of sexual consumption in under 5 seconds. Congratulations! I am almost 1000% sure he's off gay-spraying his gay semen into his freakishly small yet surprisingly manly gay hands right now. "

"Why thank you Santana…I think…looks like this week really will be over quickly after all."

Santana shrugged and Kurt heard another embarrassed slightly awkward voice from beside him. He looked down to see arty just sort of shifting his head around, hands in front of his eyes. "Uh Kurt do you mind like turning around or moving or something, it's just from this level your ass is kind off well...right there..."

"Oh yeah sorry!"

"Sooo Kurt..." Rachel drew out teasingly "do you think that's it, you've won already? Because I have to admit I've never seen Blaine so flustered before."

"Of course it is Berry! Blaine's gonna have to be walking around hiding that surprisingly huge tent in his pants for the rest of the day."

"Well as satisfying as that would be, I'm not so sure. Blaine isn't won to give in so easily. I reckon he'll revert to his old dapper ways, calm himself down in there for about 5 minutes and be back out as put together as ever..." He sighed.

"Oh no no no listen here Kurt, that boy was looking at your ass for no longer than 5 seconds and he had to go calm his mini man. Now you've got all day to work it in front of him and by the time glee club is over you'll be collecting your prize." Santana finished confidently.

Kurt smirked at her and cocked his hip out. He rested a hand on it and raised an eyebrow. "Well let's hope so because if these pants won't do it I don't know how much tighter I can go and that's coming from me!"

"Pull yourself together Anderson! Common..."

The water from the tap was running down into the sink as Blaine leant against the cool basin, levelling his breathing, listening to the soothing flow. "God Kurt are you trying to kill me?" He mumbled to himself.

Just then he heard the bathroom door being pushed open. He looked to his right quickly, breath catching in case it was Kurt but relaxed slightly when he saw Sam walking through. "Oh hey man!" The blonde boys eyebrows furrowed slightly as he caught Blaine's edgy distress. "Hey dude, are you ok? You look kind of out of it. What's wrong?"

Blaine puffed out a laugh and shook his head. "Kurt." Was all he said.

"Have you two had like a fight or something?" Sam asked in surprise. They never fight! He thought.

Blaine sighed and shut off the tap. "Oooh no." He drew out. "Definitely not a fight. Do you remember him and Santana and I making that bet in the choir room yesterday?" "The one about which of us would cave first if we're not allowed to kiss for a week..." He added when he saw the blank look on the other boys face.

"Oh yeah, yeah I got it. So what's the problem?"

"Well apparently Kurt is wasting no expense to get me to give first."

What do you mean?"

"I mean that he came strolling down the halls today in pants at a tightness I never knew existed! I mean seriously where on Earth does he find jeans like that?! It was like you could make a sculpture of his butt out of clay or something-"

"Woa dude too much information! I love you guys but I don't need an image like that in my head, I'll leave that to you." Sam cut in, hands raised.

"Yeah well lucky for you I have that image imprinted into my brain now and I literally can't think straight!"

"Well that's good because you're gay..." Sam joked.

Blaine smiled and laughed at the boy. He was glad they had become more like bros as the year progressed, he didn't like how they treated each other when Sam first transferred back to McKinley before sectionals.

"Urgh!" He groaned letting his head fall back. "I just can't believe I didn't see this coming! You know, like I know how competitive he is and god I should have known he wasn't going to fight fair. Its one of the things I love so much about him...it's just that now, I have to go back out there and for the rest of the day, try not to act like incredibly turned on boyfriend but act more like old private school dapper Blaine."

"Dude I know how you feel. Not only was Mercedes' performance in disco week so amazing, you know like vocally and all that, but it was also like super hot! I'm so glad I filmed it and put it on You Tube so I can watch it over again!"

"Ew gross man!"

"Hey wait no I didn't mean, you know, like that! I just meant...oh never mind! The point is, I got through that and you can get through today. But more importantly, what are you gonna do as payback?"

Blaine just looked at him "What do you mean?"

"Man common! You can't just sit back and let him win so easily! You've gotta call him out, play him at his own game!"

"But how? I'm not even going to try and out do him on the pant tightness front, he'll win every time!"

"Ok so try something else! What's your thing Blaine, what can you do like no one else in that room?"

"Tie a bow tie in under 6 seconds?" He joked

"Performing! Seriously you're always going on about how performance is key and all that and you're probably the most talented member in glee club! Use that to your advantage and you've got this little competition in the bag!"

Blaine hummed over the thought for a second. "Gosh I don't know, do I really want to start this? I mean you haven't really seen how either of us get when we lose..."

"Look all I know is Kurt's awesome, he's also stubborn and if you don't get game on well...Kurt's gonna keep torturing you until you cave!"

Kurt took his seat in glee that day with a satisfied grin in place. Blaine had been a wreck all day; a proper stuttering, drooling, incoherent wreck. There was no way Blaine was going to make it through the week if Kurt had anything to do with it. With Mercedes' guidance, this bet would be over very quickly.

"No sign of man hobbit then?" Santana stated as people finished filing into the room.

"No I haven't seem him since lunch actually." Arty informed.

"You mean when Hummel accidentally dropped his fork so that he'd have to bend over and stick his juicy cheeks directly in fonzie's eye line? Seriously Kurt, obvious move!"

"Well it worked didn't it?" Kurt protested.

"Wait Sam's not here either." Finn noticed as Mr Schue walked in, placing his coffee and bag on a table at the side of the room before taking out some sheet music and placing it on the piano stand ready for Brad to play later.

"Right guys." He said, turning around to face the group. "Just a few weeks left before Nationals! Now I know I said we weren't going to start prepping yet but I had some great song ideas I wanted to try out and...where's Blaine and Sam?"

"Right here!" Everyone looked over to the choir room door to where Sam was walking briskly through. "Now guys please can everyone take their seats, that includes you Mr Schue as I tell you all this. We are the glee club. We perform. Performance is about passion, expression, drive and in some cases...sex!" Some murmurs and heard and Santana and Artie high fived at the comment. So without further information I ask you, are you ready for one of the most awesome jaw dropping performances your minds will ever encounter?!"

Several cheers were voiced throughout the room despite the additional looks of confusion and intrigue on Kurt's faces as Sam smugly glanced his way for a second which went unnoticed to everyone else in the excited room.

"Then ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to McKinley's very own top performer...MR BLAINE DEVON ANDERSON!"

Kurt didn't have a chance to think before the band exploded into music and Kurt recognised the song immediately.

Shit! He thought. I should have known he'd play me at my own game! This is not going to be easy...

Then all of a sudden, there was Blaine.

'Sugar, sugar...mmm ...ooh'

He came striding through the door. with a sultry gaze that instantly attached to Kurt and the pale skinned boy had to suck in his breath to compose himself as he stared straight into his fiery honey eyes.

The room was filled with the final opening notes of 'Do ya think I'm sexy?' and Blaine struck still in the centre as he started the verse.

'She sits alone waiting for suggestions.

He's so nervous avoiding all her questions.

His lips are dry, her heart is gently pounding.

Don't you just know exactly what they're thinking?'

Blaine was teasing him and Kurt knew it. He had a thing for Blaine's hands and the asshole was torturing him; running them through his hair and down over his neck as he closed his eyes and lost himself in the music.

At the first chorus he ran over to the piano like he always did when he was in a passionate performance and leapt up onto the shiny top, quickly hopping off of his knees and onto his feet as he attacked the next section.

'If you want my body and you think I'm sexy

Come on, sugar, let me know

If you really need me just reach out and touch me

Come on, honey, tell me so!'

Kurt desperately had to look away if he was going to get through the rest of the performance without practically orgasming in the most awkward situation ever recorded but his stare was transfixed on Blaine as he manipulated his body in the most seductive way all around the room after jumping off the piano.

As he moved Kurt could see the cocky edge in his walk and he could tell that Blaine was fully aware of what he was doing to him.

'He's acting shy looking for an answer

Come on, honey, let's spend the night together

Now hold on a minute before we go much further

Give me a dime so I can phone my mother

They catch a cab to his high rise apartment

At last he can tell her exactly what his heart meant

If you want my body and you think I'm sexy

Come on, sugar, let me know

If you really need me just reach out and touch me

Come on, honey, tell me so'

Blaine's performance only managed to grow as he finally directed his full attention to Kurt, his gaze boring right into him with a determined fire.

Bastared! He's giving me his best bedroom eyes! Kurt thought as Blaine slowly started strutting right in his direction.

'His heart's beating like a drum

Cause at last he's got his girl home

Relax, baby, now we are alone'

Blaine had come right up to him during the bridge and was circling around him to bend down and drip the last line right by his ear. Kurt could feel the breath right by his ear and had to not so subtly cross his legs.

As he went into his final chorus Blaine ran out from the chairs and belted forth the tune with all his soul, his manner oozing with seduction and power. Kurt could see the veins in his neck and arms pulse clearly with the strength of his performance.

'If you want my body and you think I'm sexy

Come on, sugar, let me know

If you really need me just reach out and touch me

Come on, honey, tell me so

Tell me so, baby

Oh if you want my body!'

Blaine finished the last line with a full wink at his struggling boyfriend and Kurt could see the playful glint in his eye as Kurt was biting down hard on his bottom lip to keep in his whine.

Well played Anderson. He thought.

Every other member in the room were up on their feet cheering loudly. Kurt saw that despite being a very sexual song even Mr Schue was up and applauding enthusiastically. Mind you after having no objection to Miss Holiday's performance of 'Do you wanna touch me' last year, he shouldn't have been surprised.

"Wow! Blaine! Fantastic, as usual! Where did that come from then?" The man asked.

Blaine shrugged modestly. "Well nationals is almost here and I know we all need to be on top game, putting in 110 percent and I just wanted to help show the...power and persuasion of performance." He glanced at Kurt again so briefly it went almost unnoticed, but not to Kurt and unfortunately not to Santana either who teasingly nudged the porcelain boy on the shoulder from behind and smirked.

"You see guys this is exactly the sort of attitude we need, real drive! We need to know exactly what we're going for and make sure we doing everything we can to achieve it!" The teacher lectured and he walked into the centre of the room to join Blaine.

"And we all know what Anderson wants!" Santana piped up. "And by the looks of lady Hummel I think he's got it!"

Kurt flushed as everyone looked in his direction. Most of the new directions looked like they were having a hard time control a fit of laughter, obviously amused. Finn looked a little behind everyone else, not quite coming to the realisation that everyone else had yet- probably for the best though as Kurt highly doubted the tall teen would want to think of his brother in that state. Joe was the only one who just seemed uncomfortable with the situation and Puck just looked oddly proud.

"Right...well thanks Blaine, for that awesome performance, well done! Now I think that is the perfect energy to lead us to start thinking about Nationals..." As Mr Schuester started going on about a possible set list for the approaching competition, Blaine took a seat casually between Kurt and Sam, reverting back into his usual poised, polite state. Kurt however noticed the small fist bump the two boys gave each other and the subtle, satisfied smirk on his boyfriend's face.

Kurt was going to be having words with test boy before too long. He also needed more help from Mercedes. He had to think of something that would make Blaine lose control.

...But first he had to make his raging hard on go away before Santana broke down in a fit of giggles behind him.

"Sam Evans hold it right there white boy!"

The blonde teen quickly slowed his pace and turned around. Glee club had just gotten out and everyone was one there way home but Mercedes had made sure to track down the boy in front of her before he left. "Why Ms. Jones what can I do for you?" He asked smoothly. Although they had more or less broken up, the two did still have strong feelings for each other and they always spoke sweetly to one another.

"Well you tell me this, did you by any chance convince Blainey back there to do that oh so erotic performance to give him an advantage in this little bet between our boys and Santana?"

"Mercedes I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about." Sam mocked shock.

"Mm hmm" Mercedes hummed unconvinced. "Look Sam, let me tell you this; as much as I love Blaine and as dreamy as he is I will make sure my Kurt wins this thing! I want to show people that that boy has an ass to die for and can easily make his man melt at his feet."

"Oh really? And why shouldn't Blaine win? He's a cool dude and Kurt's the one who started playing dirty in the first place; Blaine was just gonna stay humble about it all."

"What do you mean? You better not be disrespecting my boo, Evans!"

"No hey hey I love Kurt, I've always thought he was a really great guy; he was like my first gay bro you know! But he's the one who pushed this into a competition, not Blaine."

"Well that may be so but I helped convince him so don't go placing it all on him, white boy!"

"Oh really Cedes? Wow I am just shocked and appalled by your immature actions, what kind of advice is it to fight dirty?" Sam teased, winking at the beautiful black diva in front of him.

"Oh hush yo mouth, don't pretend like it wasn't your advice to devise that rather explicit show back there." Mercedes flirted back as he stepped closer to the tall blonde. "It's on Evans, may the best gay win." She pointedly raised a finger to his eye level in warning, holding it there with a firm gaze for a second before smirking and turning away to stalk down the hallway once again, leaving an impressed and yet intimidated Sam staring after her.

"Woa girl, just when I thought I couldn't love you more."

To all involved the day was long; it seemed to have dragged on forever. While Kurt and Blaine spent the duration of the evening trying and failing to clear their heads of multiple sexy images which inevitably lead to far longer than average showers and music on loud, Santana was simply spending the evening browsing high street clothing lines online whilst annoyed that cashing her reward was taking longer than she expected. Sam and Mercedes seemed far to involved in the happenings to be considered normal either way their support was flattering to the two young men as they helpfully banged out different methods of tactics they could impose throughout the week. Although, both boys had to admit however, that their 'sponsors' as it were, though their intentions kind, we're becoming rather overwhelming and well...annoying!

Sam had sent Blaine several over enthusiastic texts with some rather extensive performance ideas which lead to Blaine switching off his phone and stuffing it under his mattress as the suggestions became more and more ridiculous. Kurt had spend an hour on call with Mercedes as she divulged her plan of action to him. About 20 minutes in, when Kurt had realised he wasn't going to get a word in edge ways, he had zoned out rather, placing his cell on speaker and diverting his attention to a classic 'Vogue' edition. This had inevitably gained a reaction from the girl (are you even listening to me, what did I just say boy huh?!) which had Kurt cringing at the sharp tone of her voice.

By the time both boys had settled into bed that night they were drained. At this point they would rather deal with Santana's stream of lewd antagonistic comments than with the force of their friend's enthusiasm.

Both Kurt and Blaine's relief at the prospect of a nice sleep however was short lived as their dreams were plagued with scenes of the other man dressed in well...very little...as both cases had it. Throughout the night they had woken up abruptly with their boyfriend's name on their lips and a sheen moping their forehead. As they lay their panting trying to calm themselves down and rid of their lurking problems they did all that they could to stay positive that they could survive the week without relenting to the other's games. But they couldn't ignore the truth that they were barely holding it together in front of one another without drooling...and this was only day one; they dread to thing what tomorrow would entail...

A/N - And there you have it! Chapter one of...I'll say two, but don't take my word on that, you know me by now! ;) Read and review my dear people, it would mean the absolute world to me and I can't tell you how much I need some simple pleasures like that right now! IF any of you are reading any of my other stories I can only apologise massively for the dead silence you've been getting on their ends but I PROMISE you they're not abandoned!...I just have no idea when I will get to work on and update them...sorry! :( But thankyouuuu so much to everyone reading this fic! :)