Hey guys. I love writing Klaine oneshots so this is going to be my collection. I know TONNES of people do them but hey, I have lots lying around that I'll think of putting up. Most will be cannon but some may be AU, whatever. I also take prompts. This first one is because I put a comment on a video of "Not the Boy Next Door" about Blaine's inner monologue during the peformance and magicrealm9 said someone should write a fanfic so HERE IT IS! It's just what I think was going through poor Blaine's mind when his boyfriend was being all sexy on that stage. It just wasn't fair for the rest of us so how could it have been easy for Blaine?
"Here in the eleventh hour, I've decided to go in a different direction," Kurt announced.
Blaine blinked in surprise and looked around at Mr Schu.
"What?" Mr Schu mouthed and Blaine just shrugged.
Changing his song, he was changing his song. The music started and Blaine tried to focus on Kurt, willing him not to mess this up.
Please baby, please… Blaine begged inside his head but his worried thoughts dissipated when Kurt stripped off his Phantom suit to reveal the tight black button-up and the even tighter gold pants.
Blaine nearly fell out of his seat. He remembered Kurt buying those and thinking they looked like they'd be tight but he didn't realise how tight. Oh dear god… was he even wearing underwear under those? That thought made Blaine feel a little hot and he shifted uncomfortably.
This was cruel. So cruel. Watching Kurt dancing was just cruel. Blaine thought they had an agreement that Kurt would never move his hips like that in public because it did things to Blaine that he didn't want to have to deal with in the middle of school or a shopping mall.
Just look at his face… or the ceiling, yes look at the ceiling Blaine, don't look at his pants…
"Hey," Rachel said, sitting next to him. "Are you okay?"
"Uh… no," Blaine said, covering his mouth and leaning forward. This was getting really uncomfortable. Mr Schu was right behind him, Rachel was next to him and Carmen was below them. He did not want to be sitting here fantasising about tearing those pants off Kurt at this exact moment.
. Blaine wondered if Kurt even realised just how unfair this all was. Stop imagining him naked and panting, Blaine, it's not going to help!
He tried to focus on Kurt's singing. It was amazing as always and his dancing was more interesting anyway. Blaine took a deep breath, willing his eyes not to stray below Kurt's face as he fought off waves of arousal.
Kurt was getting fucked senseless when they left school, Blaine decided before filling his mind with disturbing images. Something he'd never told anyone that worked really well was imagining kissing Rachel again. Nothing was more of a turn off than kissing a girl for Blaine so the memory of Rachel's kisses was the best thing to help get rid of unwanted problems...
Kurt hit the last note and Blaine jumped up to clap before realising that he probably shouldn't be doing that and sitting nervously as Carmen Tibideaux basically told Kurt he'd been perfect. When he ran off Blaine stood and calmly walked out of the auditorium to go the long way backstage. As soon as he was out in the halls he ran and Kurt met him halfway, throwing himself into Blaine's arms happily, not caring that people were shooting them disgusted looks for once.
"She loved it!" Kurt trilled. "She said Hugh Jackman would have been impressed! She loved it! Blaine, she loved it!"
Blaine laughed and pulled back to hold Kurt's face between his hands, his heart filling with love at the pure happiness shining out from Kurt's eyes.
"I." Kiss to one eye. "Am." Kiss to the other eye. "So." Kiss to one cheek. "Proud." Kiss to the other cheek. "Of." Kiss to his nose. "You." Three kisses on his mouth. Kurt giggled and hugged Blaine again and he shut his eyes.
"We should celebrate," Blaine decided.
"We have to watch Rachel," Kurt reminded him.
"I meant after. I have some things in mind..." Blaine trailed off and Kurt looked at him suspiciously.
"Yeah? Like what?"
Blaine leant forward and nipped at Kurt's earlobe playfully before whispering in a low, husky voice that sent shivers down his boyfriend's spine, "I really, really like those pants."