Title: The Way He Moves

Song: Body Language- Jesse McCartney

Summary: It's not porn but it may as well be.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee :'(

Body Language- Jesse McCartney

It's the way she moves around

When she grinds to the beat

Breaking it down articulately

It's her, her body language,

Her body language

Blaine blamed Wes for this. If it weren't for his friend showing him that stupidly delicious video he found on YouTube of Kurt performing at a McKinley High basketball game he wouldn't be sitting in front if his computer now, obsessively searching for more videos of Kurt dancing. How did he make 4 Minutes seem that damn sexy? He'd found a really old version of him dancing to Single Ladies with two other girls from his Glee club and after watching that a good number of times he continued his search. And then he found it. The words glowing blue in front of his eyes, begging to be clicked.

McKinley High Glee Club- Push It

This just wasn't fair.

He made a promise to himself and it had been an unspoken thing between him and Kurt that Glee club topics were off limits. Then again, that had been when they went to two different schools. Now that Kurt was at Dalton and in their Glee club it really shouldn't matter if he watched their performance. Especially one that was dated to be over a year old. Yeah, that sounded like a logical argument.

*click*

The camera panned in on the performance.

"Get up on this." came the chorus of voices. "Salt and Pepa's here!"

Blaine noticed the Glee club was smaller than he remembered; this must have been filmed a long time ago. Only five people were on stage as opposed to the ten or so that he met when he went to McKinley that one time when he went to meet Kurt.

Where was Kurt in this video?

And no sooner had that thought gone through his mind then the camera zoomed out a little bit and there he was, just there in the corner.

Oh. Fuck.

He was just gyrating his hips as if his life depended on it. Blaine made a mental note to find some way to work that into the Warbler's next routine. He felt his mouth drop open as Kurt lined up with the rest of the club, closed his eyes and ran his hands down his body in the most provocative way Blaine had ever seen. It was as if he was being teased.

"You're getting drool on your keyboard."

Blaine jumped, almost dropping his laptop on the floor but he caught it just in time and frantically hit the pause button. He had forgotten that he had given Kurt the spare key to his dorm. Kurt's eyebrow rose questioningly as Blaine's face reddened.

"Kurt." His voice came out like a squeak and he cleared his throat. "Hi."

Kurt laughed. "What were you watching?"

"Nothing." He said as smoothly as he could. "Just…um…YouTube…." He glanced at the screen and felt his face flame up as he noticed he paused on a very sexual screencap of the boy in front of him. He closed his laptop quickly and jumped up from his bed. "So uh, what's up?"

"It's Tuesday…" Kurt sighed when Blaine's face showed no sign of knowing what he was talking about. "4:15…Warbler's practice."

"Oh! Right!" Blaine put his laptop on his desk and grabbed his blazer from where he had flung it across the back of the chair. "We should get going."

"Wow." Kurt eyed the laptop. "What were you watching? Gay porn?"

"No!"

"Oh my God, you were! I was just kidding but -" Kurt couldn't help cracking up. "I can't believe I just walked in on you watching porn!"

"I was not!" Blaine cried.

It may as well have been.

"Yup, right, I totally believe you." Kurt kept on giggling as Blaine dragged him out of his room.

"It wasn't. C'mon, let's just get to practice okay?" He paused for a second before adding. "I've got some new dance steps that I think we should add in to our next number."