A/N: Yo! This is a sequel to If You Were a Laser. I was going to make this the second chapter for it, but I felt that everything would just work out better this way. It is highly recommended that you read it first, if you haven't already. This'll make more sense that way~. And I alternate between Blaine's side and Kurt's side of this story. It's a little confusing, but I hope it works.

I don't own Glee. Ain't it sad?

If Sexy Were a Crime, You'd be Guilty as Charged

The past three weeks had been the absolute best of Blaine's life. All because of one shocking man named Kurt Hummel. The short teenager had been so happy; his life seemed like a little cloud of blurry, euphoric glee.

Glee that Kurt had continued to talk to him, that Kurt continued to smile so dazzlingly at him, that Kurt had continued his crazy flirting with him.

Blaine smiled contentedly to himself as he strolled down the sidewalk that would lead him to the Lima Bean; the very coffee shop he and Kurt had had their first date.

Kurt beamed. "Well, that makes two of us. Wanna grab some coffee sometime? I wouldn't need any sugar though, because–"

"–because I'm already sweet enough?" Blaine guessed, smirking playfully.

Kurt's responding laugh was melodic, Blaine was lost in its charming tune. "Exactly."

After a bit more flirting and a tad more conversing, the pair left their meeting area to buy coffee. And to flirt some more. Yeah, that too.

"Grande non-fat mocha, please. And a medium drip for this hottie here," Kurt ordered nonchalantly. The cashier just smiled knowingly. "Okay, one moment, please."

Blaine, on the other hand, flushed an impressive shade of pink. "Y-You know my coffee order? What, are you stalking me, Mr. Kurt?" He was smirking by the end of his question. He was becoming used to his new friend's advances. Pleasantly used to them.

"Nah, sweetheart, I head you order the other day, " the light-haired boy corrected, nodding unusually politely and not suggestively towards the barista as he picked up the two orders. "That was when I first saw you, really saw you. And my first thought was that if being sexy was a crime, you'd be guilty as charged."

"Oh," Blaine muttered, graciously accepting the offering of hot coffee. More flattering assessments, he was enjoying this. Blaine liked to think they both were.

The two sat down at a quaint table for two in the back of the shop, a seat up close to the fogging windows. The cold January air was no doubt cutting outside; the boys silently thanked whatever higher power there was out there for the heated atmosphere inside the Lima Bean.

"So, Blaine, tell me a bit about yourself. I must know, 'cause if I received a nickel for every time I saw someone as beautiful as you, I'd have five cents." Now Kurt wasn't even trying to fit his compliments cleverly into their conversation, he just added them in ineptly and ingenuously whenever he felt the need for it.

Blaine smiled for a moment at the precious boy, before starting. "Well, I go to McKinley, as you know. And I'm new, I used to go to Dalton Academy, it's a big, fancy school for boys. Oh, and I plan on joining the Glee club," he paused, an adorable thinking face on, and Kurt's smiled brightened slightly. "I love fashion and Vogue and Katy Perry. And, well, I'm gay, but that's not very hard to tell. I have the cutest, sweetest younger sister named Lily, and both my parents accept me, though my father is a little disappointed in me." Blaine sighed, then, taking a breath before continuing, "And I just met an insane, charming, gorgeous, funny, flattering, chic man named Kurt Hummel."

Kurt's breath hitched when Blaine confirmed his sexuality; so the taller male did have a chance with Blaine. However, when Blaine articulated that last surprising sentence, Kurt blushed fully, butterflies fluttering madly in his stomach and chest. The feeling was unnerving, but not wholly unpleasant. Kurt was content.

Blaine was in full-on dapper mode now. "So, handsome, will you kindly return the favor and tell me all about your fabulous self?"

Kurt's mind was blank. Blinking slowly, the reddish-hue of his face gradually fading away, he scrambled to collect himself, failing miserably. The brunette's cocky barrier was cracked and broken through in that second; he had never been so fully praised like that in his life, especially not by someone he just met. He felt like a disconcerted, clumsy little penguin wobbling around in the big, scary world for the first time. Most definitely unnerved.

"Oh, uh, I'm gay too, though I know you already new that," Kurt blushed shyly. "My mom died a long time ago, so I live with just my dad. He's really kind and accepting too, which is great. Ah, and I have a cat. His name is Chris. He's a grey kitten with white paws and a blotch of white on his chest that looks suspiciously like a bowtie. He's adorable and feisty." Kurt heard a mumble from the low-voiced male that sounded questionably like 'sounds like you two would get along, then'. "Yeah," Kurt nodded to himself, gathering his thoughts. No way he should be this shaken up over a simple compliment.

"I'm in Glee club already. It's wonderful there, like a loving, albeit dysfunctional, family. I love every single one of the other members, though they can be a pain in the ass, sometimes." Blaine giggled very un-dapper-like at Kurt's swear. "You should definitely join," Kurt concluded, shakily justifying his statement with a nod of finality. He prayed to god Blaine wouldn't inquire about his mother. Kurt really didn't need that.

Thankfully, Blaine didn't ask, simply agreeing with Kurt's statement about Glee. "Yeah, it sounds awesome. I hope I'm good enough. I'm so nervous about auditioning though, I think I might need to crawl in a hole and die." The dark-skinned teen waved his hands in endearing, jerky motions to express his distress.

"Honey, if falling from heaven didn't kill you, nothing will," Kurt soothed, looking as if he was offended that Blaine could even consider thinking about failing or dying.

Blaine smiled enthusiastically at the other, taking a sip of his now-cooled drink.

Blaine smiled at the memory as he neared the coffee shop. He had done well, brilliantly, in fact. Kurt still hadn't stopped praising him.

Damn, Blaine could sing. Boy, could he sing.

So many things I shouldn't be sayin' now

You know I like my boys a little bit older

I just wanna use your love

Tonight, tonight, tonight. tonight, tonight

I don't wanna lose your love tonight

The deep baritone that recited the melody confidently and oh-so perfectly was enchanting; it was as if Kurt was under a spell. That alone made the fair-skinned high-schooler all hot and bothered, but that apparently wasn't enough.

Oh, no. Blaine just had to go and sing it directly at him with those powerful, burning eyes. And his intense and smoldering gaze was just so oh, absolutely breathtaking.

I just wanna use your love l-o-ove, l-o-ove, l-o-ove

Try to keep my head from spinning too much to drink

Not making sense

Been a while since I've been with someone new but

I can't stop the way I'm feeling

And the lyrics, the lyrics. It should have been illegal for Blaine to sing such a song, particularly to Kurt. Was his goal to get Kurt to completely lose control? Kurt was so used to being the flirtatious, self-assured one, so finding himself crumbling and melting into a puddle of goo from Blaine's compliments and voice and Blaine singing this damn song was unsettling, to say the least. But he couldn't let it show; he had a certain charming dork with a voice like sex to woo.

"Hey, baby, you did great. You really like Katy Perry, huh?" Kurt pried. "Sweetie, you're the final two beats to my half notes."

"Hey, be nice to Katy, she's like a singing god," Blaine scolded jokingly, directing a humorous glare towards the offending boy. "And you're so lucky I'm into music and love sappy quotes, because otherwise, you'd have no hot friend to harass with such sayings," Blaine reminded in a voice not without affection.

"Yeah, friend with benefits," Kurt jested, though it hurt his heart slightly to label themselves as in a relationship that is so unfeeling, so lonely, so disgusting. Even if it was just a joke.

"Nope, I don't go into relationships without feelings. Plus, I don't mess around with any random person I meet; they have to matter to me, matter more than anything," the short man corrected seriously, pulling the other into an affable embrace. Kurt grinned into Blaine's shoulder; he was definitely happy.

And Kurt realized he was falling in love. He was falling hard, and he didn't seem to mind.

"Yeah, the song you just sang really proves that, sweetie," Kurt retorted, if only to keep up his arrogant act. Blaine simply snickered in soft agreement.

Kurt realized he was most definitely falling for Blaine.

Over the proceeding two and a half weeks, Kurt and Blaine were practically inseparable, even if they weren't always right next to each other. The two juniors only had one class together; that class being Advanced English. In that class, they made sure to pull their chairs right up against the other so they were able to have hushed exchanges for the duration of the class. It was their own personal, secret, special conversation; neither boy would trade it for the world.

Then came Glee. Of course, Blaine was eagerly welcomed into the little bizarre family. Kurt and Blaine lounged in side-by-side plastic chairs in the far back, commenting on the absurd lesson of the week and engaging in curious gossip involving other Glee members and said members' more, er, intimate and personal lives. Blaine, as reluctant as he was to be participating in such an intrusive, discourteous action, never once stated that he was above such exploits. Anyways, the duo always shared a laugh and a snide comment; everything just simply felt right when Kurt and Blaine were together.

Ever since they traded numbers, texting became a nonstop activity both enjoyed immensely: slyly under the table in Calculus, during a particularly boring performance of Rachel's in Glee, as soon as Kurt's car comes to a halt in his driveway, when Blaine becomes tired of his Spanish homework and decides he needs some proper entertainment, late into the night until one drifts off into an exhausted sleep and therefore stops replying.

As any dull moron in their equally dull and moronic school could see, they were as good as obsessed with each other.

Kurt, as Blaine discovered, was not so single-minded as he had assumed in the beginning. Which was fine, more than fine. Time and time again, Kurt had astonished him with these sweet, innocent, freaking hesitant smiles. Of course there were smirks and teasing smiles thrown in as well, but it was those unsure ones that really stopped Blaine's heart. Now, they both knew that not everyone attained those smiles. Blaine felt so incredibly special because he knew; he knew that he was one of the only ones, if not the only one who were lucky enough to be on the receiving end of these grins.

In addition to his exceptional privilege, Blaine was able to spend copious amounts of time with Kurt, just being. Sometimes they would talk fashion, on occasion they would curl up next to the other and settle in to watch and re-watch some musical or rom-com. On other instances, they would just sit, or lay down, in silence, merely enjoying their friend's presence.

It was reassuring to know he had such a complex, remarkable, loveable comrade like Kurt. He decided he'd surprise said amazing comrade with a warm grande nonfat mocha, being nearly twenty minutes early, and all.

Now Kurt was approaching the coffee shop as well.

Kurt had not ceased flirting outrageously and ridiculously with the other. Of course he wouldn't, not when it had got him so far. Blaine would emit this cute little chuckle every time an overused (yet perfect and not annoying in the slightest when coming from the even more perfect and even less annoying man) pick up line was uttered. Blaine, to the porcelain-skinned boy's delighted surprise, occasionally returned his lame pick-up lines in an adorable way.

Goofy, yet adorable; that was Blaine, in Kurt's eyes. Not that anyone else in the dreadful town of Lima, Ohio, where the two brown-haired singers lived noticed, but whenever Blaine received a complement from the taller brunette, a bright, glistening sparkle appeared in Blaine's eyes. A happy glow lit up the darker male's face, astounding elation washing over him in waves. So no, Kurt would not stop with the cheesy quotes.

Kurt grinned brightly as he pushed open the front door, stepping into the refreshingly heated coffee hut. He flinched backwards slightly in surprise when he saw his shorter friend wave him over from a concealed booth, two freshly burning coffees waiting for the pair. Of course, even when Kurt showed up fifteen minutes early to confirm the finishing touches of his little surprise for Blaine, the dapper boy beat him. Kurt smirked dryly.

"Hey, sweetie, hope you weren't waiting long for me, though I'd wait on you any time," Kurt spoke, taking his seat opposite Blaine. He mentally cringed, that one was not as good as his normal lines were.

As predicted, the tan male sniggered, "Where… do you get some of these lines?"

Kurt smirked. "Internet," he deadpanned. That earned him a mocking snort.

"Thanks for the coffee, honey," Kurt thanked, taking an appreciative sip of his beverage.

Blaine beamed, finally reaching for his own cup. "So, what on the agenda for this outing? The new Marc Jacobs line? Annoying siblings? The annoying and concerning fact that Rachel is being handed yet another solo while all we can do is hum encouragingly in the background?"

Kurt smiled that smile once more. He had forgot that at Dalton, Blaine was sort of a rock star. The Warblers, the a cappella group at Blaine's old school, were famous there, and Blaine was their lead. Must be quite a shocking change, Kurt sympathized. To go from popular and loved to hated and taunted.

"Actually," Kurt started, hauling himself up lethargically out of his chair, "I have a surprise for you, first."

What, Blaine's comment about faithfulness? Too soon? Oh well, it hurt me too. TT_TT I know use Your love isn't originally by Katy Perry, but it fit. :/ There'll be at least one more chapter to this, and in the next one we'll see what Kurt's surprise for Blaine is! Any guesses? Here's a hint: it has to do with Katy Perry. See you then, and please review and tell me what you think!