AN: Okay, so this is my first Glee fanfic so go easy on me...

Firstly, I'd like to say sorry for not uploading anything in quite a while, it really has not been intentional... Life just took over my writing time D:

Secondly, I'd just like to say that I have no idea why I haven't written any Glee stuff before, I absolutely love the show. I also have an unhealthy obsession with Klaine, note the pairing of this fic. (Oh my, did you see that Kliss in Dublin? *Squee*)

So this fic is basically inspired by the song "I'm not going to teach your boyfriend how to dance with you", which has an unnecessarily long song title. I love that song a little bit too much and this is my response to it. It doesn't really follow the song perfectly, but it's not meant to(;

Here we go:

Chapter One – I'm Biting my Tongue

Blaine swiftly glanced down at his phone.

"Can't go to Lima Bean later. Dad's got me helping out at work for pocket money. Sorry, maybe we can meet up tomorrow? – Kurt x"

Blaine couldn't stop his heart from fluttering and a childish grin from overtaking his face at the sight of the single "x". So what if Kurt sends those to everyone? It's still cute.

Taking a quick glimpse up at the teacher to ensure her attention was still elsewhere, he quickly replied to the text. Blaine probably wouldn't admit to the sense of exhilaration he gets when texting in class and breaking the rules. Let's just face it. Blaine is badass.

"It's okay... I'll find a more reliable coffee buddy(; - Blaine x"

Obviously, Blaine realised that statement was in no way true. He would never go for coffee with anyone but Kurt. It was their thing. Having coffee with anyone else would be wrong.

Sparing one fleeting look at the glaringly bright screen one last time, he stuffed his phone in his trouser pockets. With a resigned sigh and a peek at the clock, he let the boredom set in as he eagerly awaited the end of the lesson.

At around six o'clock that evening, Blaine pulled up to "Hummel's Tyre and Lube", grabbed the paper Lima Bean take away bag from the passenger seat and slid out of the car. Locking the flashy vehicle as he walked, Blaine made his way into the garage.

True to nature, Kurt was sitting behind the front desk, legs crossed, reading the latest issue of Vogue, the very essence of effortless grace. The only sign that Kurt had been working earlier that they was his slightly dishevelled hair and the small smudge of grease on his left cheek, which Blaine just so happened to find very cute.

Still unnoticed, Blaine silently walked over to the desk and quietly cleared his throat. Kurt visibly jumped at the sudden noise, dropping his magazine and raising a spanner that had lain idly nearby, brandishing it like a weapon. Blaine found it very difficult to control his grin at the comical reaction.

Kurt's posture noticeably relaxed once he realised that the sneaky attacker was Blaine and posed very little threat. Grey eyes narrowed as the focussed on the smirk on Blaine's face. Kurt reached out and smacked Blaine lightly on the arm.

"Don't ever do that to me," Kurt said, glaring at the other boy, "you scared me half to death"

"I'm sorry," Blaine said, although the apology was clearly insincere judging by his guilty smile.

"Accept my offering, in return for your forgiveness?" Blaine questioned mockingly, pushing forth the paper bag from the coffee shop. Kurt accepted the bag and looked inside.

"Hmmm, is that a Grande non-fat Mocha I detect?" Kurt asked teasingly, peeking at the contents.

"Only the finest, to suit your rather meticulous needs," Blaine replied, with a smile.

"Well, consider yourself forgiven. For now, at least," Kurt said with a smile, reaching into the bag and taking a sip of his coffee, "I notice you have a cup. Medium drip, I presume?"

"Indeed," Blaine answered. Gesturing to the chair in front of the desk, he added, "Might I join you?"

"Sure," Kurt responded, "But if any customers come along pretend to be talking about cars"

Blaine flashed a charming smile at Kurt, wordlessly agreeing to his request, before elegantly flopping into the padded chair. The two boys drank their coffees in silent companionship, not feeling the need to fill the quiet with inane chatter.

"So, McKinley's prom is next month," Kurt said conversationally as he neared the end of his coffee.

"Mmm, I heard," replied Blaine around his cup.

"I'm taking Nick," Kurt mentioned.

Jealousy coursed through Blaine's veins when Kurt spoke his boyfriend's name. It's not that Blaine didn't like Nick, it's just that Blaine was totally in love with Kurt. No biggie.

"Ah," Blaine replied, checking he hid any telltale signs that he was not pleased with this news, "That was to be expected"

"Indeed it was," Kurt responded, smiling, "I'm a little bit nervous, though. I'm not sure I can really dance all that well."

"Rubbish, I saw you during that "Born This way" number," Blaine scoffed, his heart beating just that smidgen faster as he recalled that song. Damn, it was a good one.

"You know what I mean," Kurt retorted, "I'm not sure I can dance... with a partner"

"You'll be fine, Kurt," Blaine said sincerely.

However, Kurt still looked hesitant and rather worried about the ordeal.

"This is the first dance I'm going to with a partner. I don't want to mess it up," Kurt admitted after a short pause.

"Look, if it helps, I can give you a few pointers," Blaine suggested. When Kurt raised his eyebrow he quickly added, "My parents made me go to dance classes in my youth. I know my way around the dance floor"

"Hmmm, okay," Kurt replied and then asked questioningly, "What tips have you got?"

"Erm.. Well.. I don't know," the other boy said, rubbing the back of his neck and then bit his tongue before suggesting, "How about I just kind of show you?"

"Like us dance? Together?" Kurt clarified.

"Yeah, why not?" Blaine said, feigning confidence.

Kurt shrugged an agreement, drained his cup of coffee and stood up. He moved towards a cabinet in the back of the room which contained the music his dad liked to play as he worked. The fair boy began to search through it.

"I don't know if there's going to be anything of much use in here, Dad's more rock and roll than anything else," Kurt called back to Blaine who was looking on in confusion.

Blaine's eyes widened as he realised that Kurt wanted to dance now and he started to panic slightly.

"Well, don't worry if you can't find anything. We can always do this some other time," Blaine said slightly too fast with a hint of alarm breaking through.

"No time like the present," Kurt responded cheerily, seemingly oblivious to Blaine's distress.

Blaine quickly recounted all of the lessons he took so many years ago, accepting the fact that he was about to dance with the boy he loved. This was something Blaine wanted to be perfect.

Blaine's head snapped up as Kurt made a noise of success (something along the lines of "Success at last!") and pulled out a CD from the cupboard.

"This must have been one of my mother's albums," Kurt said wistfully, "I don't imagine dad rocking out to this kind of music"

He put the disk into a music player and soft notes drifted through the air. Kurt took a tentative step towards Blaine, beckoning him over. Blaine took in a deep breath before drawing himself up from the chair and crossing the room to stand in front of Kurt.

"Right... Put your arm there... That's right," Blaine said as he positioned Kurt's rigid arms into place.

A look of complete concentration was etched onto Kurt's face and his posture was stiff.

"Relax," Blaine whispered encouragingly into Kurt's ear, "Stop thinking about it so much, just feel"

Kurt couldn't quite control the shiver that overcame him as Blaine's breath ghosted across his ear. Shaking his head clear of thoughts that one shouldn't really be having about their best friend, he obliged to Blaine's instructions.

Blaine noticed how Kurt's body slowly lost its tension and smiled up at the boy in his arms. Blaine liked how that sounded, but quickly dismissed the thought from his mind.

"I'll lead," Blaine murmured softly, "just follow."

The two boys began an awkward and fumbling dance around the room. It wasn't that Kurt wasn't trying, he just was having troubles calculating were his feet needed to go and actually following through that action. His nervousness definitely had nothing to do with the fact that this was Blaine he was dancing with. Nothing at all. Especially since he already had a loving boyfriend, thank you very much.

After the fourth time Kurt treaded on Blaine's toes, Blaine halted their attempt at dancing. Kurt's face portrayed confusion and worry; as if he was afraid Blaine would lose his patience with Kurt's dancing techniques.

"Hey, calm down," Blaine reassured, "It's just me, nothing to worry about here"

Kurt took in a shaky breath (which was definitely to calm himself, it honestly had nothing to do with Blaine's close proximity), and cleared his mind of any thought that wasn't him, Blaine and the music.

The pair started up their dance again, slowly falling into step with each other. They gracefully waltzed across the room with the elegance and poise of professionally trained dancers. Carefully avoiding the haphazardly placed objects in the garage, they gracefully glided across the floor.

As the track changed Blaine leaned in and whispered, "Now you take the lead"

They changed their position slightly to allow for the role-reversal and Kurt took a timid step. Blaine followed his action fluidly and Kurt's confidence grew. Soon they found themselves striding smoothly around the area, finding and keeping to a steady pace, once more.

As the final notes of the song floated through the air, the pair slowly drew their dance to a close. They stood close together, holding the silence for a few brief moments before they burst into laughter and stumbled back over to their seats, revelling in the sheer joy of their success.

"Thank you, Blaine," Kurt said sincerely, the grin never leaving his face, "I'm less nervous for the prom now."

Blaine's smiled dropped briefly as he remembered that he was only preparing Kurt so he could go and waltz off into the sunset with his boyfriend. Dancing with Kurt was the most amazing experience of his life, being that close to the person he simply adored. Yet it was a bittersweet experience, being allowed that moment of hope and perfection to have it ripped away so painfully.

Blaine quickly plastered a fake smile across his face, hoping Kurt didn't notice his distraught expression. Kurt could be very perceptive sometimes, but Blaine had a poker face even Lady Gaga would have trouble seeing past.

"I'm glad," Blaine replied, returning to his role of mentor and best friend. He was supposed to be supporting Kurt's relationship, not longing after in such a pitiful manner.

"Well, I've got homework to do so I'd better get going," Blaine announced, looking up at the clock.

As he began gathering his belongings, Kurt grasped with wrist quickly.

"Hey, Nick and I are going for coffee tomorrow. Will you join us?" Kurt asked.

Blaine's heart clenched slightly at the thought of sharing a coffee date with Kurt with someone else. Still, he could see the hopeful expression on the taller boy's face and couldn't bring himself to deny Kurt anything.

"Sure, I'll see you tomorrow," Blaine replied, freeing his wrist and moving backwards.

He made his way across the room pausing at the door, turning around and saying, "Good night, Kurt".

" 'Night, Blaine," Kurt responded, lifting his arm lazily to wiggle his figures in goodbye.

Blaine shot a quick smile at Kurt before stepping out of the door into the crisp night air. Noticing the pale glimmer of moonlight that lit the streets, Blaine realised that quite a bit of time must have passed when he was with Kurt. Somehow Blaine couldn't quite wrap his head around that because it felt like his time with the other boy had been limited.

Casting a glance up to the sparkling stars in the sky, he said to them, "I know a boy who outshines all of you. And, one day, I'm going to tell him that."

The stars winked their approval as Blaine crossed the dark street to his car. Sliding inside, he fumbled with his and started the engine. Blaine subconsciously hummed the tune of one of the tracks he and Kurt had danced to as he began his long journey home.

AN: Tadaaaar(:

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~Rosalynn