Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

A/N:

Okay, so this is complicated, because for one it is kind of a sequel to The Kisser Is Out, and also a filler for IAUish times, as well as inspired by a lovely reviewer of 'Something Cool To Calm My Mind', who asked for someone else than Rachel to get slapped. And ever since I have been trying to figure out how to make that particular slap happen under somewhat believable pretences, and well, it just fits the storyline from the one-shot The Kisser Is Out, so here you go. Confused enough? Oh well. I hope you can still enjoy the read though.

Thank you to the reviewer who signed with the name "nvivi" for requesting a slap.

I should probably mention I am open to other slap requests, so bring it on. They are kind of a lot of fun to write. Maybe I am just fictionally frustrated because I cannot find it in myself yet to write smut.

Enjoy the read.

Love, M

Soft Light – The Kisser Is Out Part II

Kurt is angry.

Yes, Blaine has agreed to join him in booty camp, and it was sweet how he immediately had the perfect excuse at hand when Mr. Schue and Mike had ganged up on Kurt for his allegedly bad or rather as Mike made it sound one-dimensional dance moves.

But now that they are here, in the choir room, – Mrs Sylvester has once again managed to somehow secure the auditorium for her Cheerios for almost the whole week – Kurt is not so sure any more that Blaine being here is such a brilliant idea.

Kurt has trouble concentrating, 'Gosh, I had always worried it was partly the uniform that had first attracted me to Blaine, but' and Kurt is biting on his lower lip now 'I kind of want him out of any kind of clothes right now.'

"Hummel, watch where you are going," Puck almost shouts at him, and Kurt looks over to Puck, who is more stomping than dancing around on his left, just preparing to throw him his best death stare, when Kurt feels two hands from behind taking him by his shoulders, and it is Blaine, directing him gently to his own right.

Kurt looks at him lips pressed thin together and eyebrows raised in question.

'He looks so…oh what the heck', "You look so adorable when you are clueless what is going on around you," Blaine says smiling, then adds "You can bump into me all you like."

And it really shouldn't be as appealing a thing as Kurt's mind makes it out to be, and as Kurt's thoughts get away from him he sure enough trips and finds himself what seems instantly yet not, never soon enough, in Blaine's arms, blushing violently.

He looks from the floor up into Blaine's eyes, and suddenly wants nothing more than to stay in this awkward half-fallen position forever.

"You okay?" Blaine asks softly.

"I swear I am a better dancer than that," Kurt replies, scrambling back to his feet.

"I know Love," Blaine is still standing very close to Kurt, and as Kurt looks back at Blaine, Blaine cannot help himself, reaches up and tugs the rogue strand of hair hanging into Kurt's face gently behind his ear, palm brushing Kurt's cheek softly, lingering.

"Make out already or get back to dancing," Puck growls.

Kurt and Blaine just stand there smiling at each other for a couple of moments more before they fall back into the formation that Blaine thinks '…is worse than anything the Warblers ever did.'

Kurt seems to know exactly what his boyfriend is thinking "Worse than Warblers."

Blaine just nods, eyes slightly widened, mouthing 'So much.'

"Quit the small talk guys," Mike's voice can suddenly be heard from the front, "and concentrate for once."

"Sorry," Blaine replies softly, before Kurt has the chance to snap at Mike, eager to make use of each and any opportunity to do so after Mike's crued comment.

Eyes lingering on Blaine's smiling lips a moment longer Kurt thinks he catches something else when he eventually turns his attention to Mike, who Kurt had expected to be frowning. Instead met with a smiling face that is still looking at his boyfriend Kurt cannot help but feel irritated, and…jealous? Yes, definitely jealous, painfully reminded of the Kissing Booth practice run Blaine, Mike and Finn had conducted a while ago. How Finn had been up for that was still a mystery to Kurt, but never mind Finn. 'Do I have to be worried about Mike coming on to Blaine?' Mike after all had stated to Tina that Blaine kind of was his type, and Kurt had back then assumed it was all meant in joke, but now Kurt, watching the way Mike keeps lingering around Blaine during the rest of the booty camp session, feels worried and uneasy about it all, quite a bit.

With booty camp finally over Blaine and Kurt step out of the main school entrance, they had decided to walk from Kurt's to McKinley today, purely for the pleasure of having some alone time on the walk back to Kurt's in the afternoon. Knowing painfully well that Rachel will be there when they get to Kurt's, and neither boy is in the mood for being interrogated about how Finn did in booty camp today.

A couple of blocks away from school, Blaine's right hand moves to rest in the right back pocket of Kurt's - today not so - skinny jeans, worn only so that Blaine can rest his hand there more comfortably; Kurt's own left swiftly follows suit, slipping with ease into the left back pocket of Blaine's even looser jeans.

As much as Kurt enjoys the comfortable quiet of a warm, sunny autumn afternoon surrounding them, he feels the need to speak up, and bad for that.

"Blaine, Babe," Kurt says and is instantly met with a smile and a "Yes, Love."

"Mike, in boot…."

"Thank goodness," Blaine replies, sounding incredibly relieved and instantly moving to hug Kurt "I thought I was making it all up."

"No," Kurt thinks a moment before he adds, "He keeps staring at you, and not in a 'What the hell is that guy doing' way, in which people who were not in the Warblers kept looking at you every time you decided to spontaneously jump on furniture. They probably all think you have watched Dead Poets Society a couple of times too often."

"You can start calling me 'Oh Captain my Captain' any time you want Kurt," Blaine says with a wink, "I know you have a thing for uniforms."

"Oh like you don't. I will never delete the picture Mercedes took of your face when you found out I was a cheerleader and a football player."

"I still say you could go back to join the Cheerios, it would look great on your extra curriculars, and that uniform would look," Blaine breaths the next two words into Kurt's ear, and Kurt cannot help but shiver, "so hot, on you."

"Stop it!" Kurt says, pulling out of the hug and slapping Blaine playfully, before they walk on, Kurt's left hand intertwined with Blaine's right now. "Seriously though, what are we going to do about Mike. I think he did not take it too well, that you said your kiss with him meant nothing to you."

Blaine just shrugs his shoulders "Let's just give it a couple of days, it might just blow over, I mean, it is not like he is doing anything, just looking."

"He kept walking to the back of the group, mumbling something about better view of the dancers' footwork and blatently stared at your ass."

"So were you Kurt," Kurt blushes at that, "and so was Puck. Come to think of it, I probably really should not wear those shorts to booty camp ever again."

"Puck is just about ready to jump anyything."

"Thanks, Kurt," Blaine replies with a pout, "I love you too."

"Nohohhh! You know that's not what I am saying. Just, Lauren strung him along all summer, only to dump him now, it is kind of ridiculous. And I am your boyfriend, I am allowed to stare, right? Not that I do it on purpose, I just can't help myself."

At that Blaine lets out a "Mmh," eyes narrowing and a slight grin beginning to form in the corners of his mouth, before he allows his step to slow a little, so he is walking slightly behind Kurt – right hand still in Kurt's left.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asks amused.

"I was, enjoing the view," Blaine says just as he is falling back into step with Kurt, who instantly leans over and captures Blaine's still smiling lips with his.

They stop in the middle of the sidewalk in mid-step, lips lingering softly before pulling apart, Kurt letting out a contented, breathy sigh; marveling at the content, serene expression on his boyfriend's face, whoes eyes are still closed.

So Kurt moves to rest his forehead against Blaine's, glancing down for a moment and taking both of his boyfriend's hands in his before he closes his own eyes again, feeling nothing but the soft light of the late year and the touch of his boyfriend's skin on his.

A/N:

So how are you guys coping in horrid hiatus times? I apparently slap ficitonal characters, or write chapters for fanfics that build up to such an outrageous event.

Also, what was your favorite scene so far in the new season?

I will tell you about mine, next chapter.