A/N: I have this uncanny ability to say no to the muses that live in my head. So…for some crazy reason, I'm writing song fics tonight. Lmao. Because the muses said so. First up? ABC by Jackson 5. It was covered on Glee…and I've got such a Klaine headcanon for this, it's ridiculous…so yeah…may I present… ABC. I own NOTHING.
You went to school to learn girl
Things you never, never knew before
Like "I" before "E" except after "C"
And why 2 plus 2 makes 4
Now, now, now
I'm gonna teach you
Teach you, teach you
All about love girl
All about love
Sit yourself down, take a seat
All you gotta do is repeat after me
Kurt Hummel sat down at a table at the nightclub that his husband, Blaine Anderson-Hummel was performing at. He never tired of seeing his husband play these smaller venues. He loved seeing the look on Blaine's face as he reached out to these smaller crowds. Trying to make his dream come true, was something Kurt loved doing. He'd reached a ton of success himself as a Broadway star, and he knew it was Blaine's turn now. Blaine was lit up with so much energy as he performed ABC by Jackson 5. They knew it by heart, having performed it at regionals at McKinley. Kurt chuckled to himself as the owner of the night club brought Kurt his standard vodka and soda. Kurt sipped it slowly and continued to watch his husband perform on stage. Blaine's eyes darted enthusiastically around the room as he tried finding Kurt's eyes. Kurt knew what was going on. That was Blaine's sign for his nerves getting the best of him. Once Kurt shifted his head a fraction of an inch, and his eyes connected with Blaine's…Blaine settled down. He smiled warmly and pointed. He then spoke to the crowd.
"Hey everyone, thanks for coming to see me play tonight. I'm Blaine Anderson-Hummel, and I couldn't be any happier to be performing here with you guys tonight. A few guidelines before the show continues…I don't tolerate heckling. If you don't like a song, the room next door has a great DJ in my friend Jake Puckerman. Go visit him. I also won't be going home with any of you ladies in the room. Or the gentlemen either, for that matter. I'm married. To a very gorgeous man, who happens to be sitting over in the corner there. Babe, stand up."
Kurt and Blaine played this game every time Blaine performed. Blaine would lay down the ground rules of the show, and then Blaine would introduce Kurt. Kurt put his vodka soda on the table and stood up begrudgingly. Everyone got wind of Kurt and started clapping wildly at who he was married to. Blaine got the crowd back under control and smiled as Kurt sat down, blushing ferociously at what Blaine had done.
"Okay, now that my husband's introductions are out of the way, I want you all to enjoy the show, and just remember…it's all love here."
Blaine said, launching into the second verse. Kurt found himself watching Blaine. He started thinking, and ended up thinking back to that night that Regionals happened…
ABC
It's easy as 123
As simple as Do Re Mi
ABC, 123
Baby, you and me girl
ABC
It's easy as 123
As simple as Do Re Mi
ABC, 123
Baby, you and me girl
Three years previously…
"Okay everyone, it's rather simple. We nail these songs, we go to Nationals!"
Mr. Schue said. It was minutes before the New Directions were scheduled to perform and Blaine and Kurt were huddled in a corner together, just talking. Blaine laughed softly at what Kurt was saying about their white jackets that they'd been forced to wear.
"Blaine, these jackets are ridiculous."
"I know honey, but unfortunately…they're what was picked. We just kind of have to suck it up and deal with it. But can we talk about just how amazing your ass looks in those pants?"
Kurt blushed a perfect shade of scarlet and Blaine laughed softly. When ever Blaine spoke dirty to him, Kurt always blushed. It was something that happened. They had a very active sex life, taking to doing it whenever the opportunity arose, which when Blaine was at his horniest, could be anytime.
"You're flirting? Now?"
"Sure…we're not going on stage for another fifteen minutes. We got plenty of time to sneak into the supply closet for a quickie."
Kurt buried his head in Blaine's shoulder to hide the moan that escaped his lips. He turned and looked at Blaine, playfully hitting him on his shoulder, smiling happily. Nobody ever made him as happy as Blaine did, and nobody ever would.
"The supply closet? No. Because you have this uncanny ability to not be able to stay quiet, Blaine. None. Even when we were at Cooper's hotel room…you had to have sex with me, while your brother was asleep in the same room."
"I had a crazy wet dream."
But before Blaine could elaborate further, to increase the blush in Kurt's cheeks, he heard Schue's shrill high pitched voice calling to them.
"Blaine, Kurt. Now please?"
Blaine rolled his eyes and led Kurt to the circle where the rest of the New Directions was standing. That's when they knew it was go time.
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Come on and love me just a little bit
Come on and love me just a little bit
I'm gonna teach you how to sing it out
Come on, come on, come on
Let me tell you what it's all about
Reading, writing, arithmetic
Are the branches on the learning tree
But without the roots of love everyday girl
Your education ain't complete
Tea-tea-teacher's gonna show you
(She's gonna show you)
How to get an "A" (na-na-na-naaaaaa)
How to spell me, you, add the two
Listen to me baby
That's all you got to do
Kurt smiled at the memory. Blaine really hadn't changed much since high school. He was still the same horndog that he was in high school, only he'd quieted down some considerably since then. Kurt was the one who'd gotten louder. Blaine found himself constantly shushing Kurt if they were somewhere having sex that they weren't supposed to be. When Blaine finished his set to a very steady applause, Kurt stood up to greet him. He kissed Blaine softly to catcalls and hoots and they made their way over to their friend Wes, who was the owner of the bar. He paid Blaine for the night, and then he and Kurt made their way out of the club.
"You were incredible, baby."
Kurt said, wrapping his coat even tighter around him. Blaine smiled at his husband softly as they arrived at the restaurant they'd be having their late dinner at. Blaine opened the door for Kurt and they walked in and to their usual table. Blaine sat down after pulling Kurt's chair out and ordered a bottle of their favorite red wine.
"I guess. I mean it was okay. It probably could've been better. Maybe I'll revise the song list."
"Blaine, don't do that. You know I hate when you doubt yourself. Your set list is great."
"Then why haven't I made it yet?"
Kurt heard this from Blaine every time. As a creative person, you're bound to get a little self-deprecating at times. He also knew Blaine was getting discouraged and was going to give up and go back to being Kurt's publicist.
"Baby, we've been through this. These things take time. It isn't like you snap your fingers and bam, a record deal happens overnight. I had to work for my career, and so do you."
Blaine nodded because he knew that Kurt was absolutely right. Kurt had worked hard for his career, and he wouldn't let Blaine ruin his career by leaving it. Kurt had heard rumblings that Blaine was on the verge of making it. But he couldn't get confirmation on those rumors. But Kurt also knew that when Blaine made it, he'd be a lot happier.
Oh, ABC
It's easy as 123
As simple as Do Re Mi
ABC, 123
Baby, you and me girl
ABC it's easy
It's like counting up to 3
Sing a simple melody
That's how easy love can be
That's how easy love can be
Sing a simple melody
123 baby
You and me
And then three weeks later, that big break came. Blaine was in his study, working on a composition to slow down 'I Want You Back' when the house phone rang. He knew Kurt was in the kitchen, so he could answer it. He heard Kurt on the phone, and then a squealing. And then Kurt walked into the study holding the phone. He smiled at Blaine and then handed the phone to him.
"It's Lorna Kaye. She's the A&R lady at Columbia Records."
And Blaine knew. He took the phone and spoke to the lady on the other end of the phone. He hung up a few minutes later and looked at Kurt. He couldn't believe it. He was pinching himself to make sure that he wasn't dreaming.
"Well?!"
Kurt squealed. He knew that Blaine had been waiting a long time to get this news. Blaine looked away from Kurt, then smiled the most glorious smile. He looked back up at Kurt and he couldn't hold back the tears.
"They want me to do a demo. They want me to send it to them. They want it to be the set lists from my last three shows. Apparently they had someone there this whole time. Baby…I'm….it's…I can't even form a coherent sentence!"
Kurt was so happy for his husband. He knew that good things were going to happen to his husband, and nothing that anyone could say would stop that. Blaine was lucky that he kept the lists of songs he did at his sets. He went and retrieved his lists and Kurt just watched him. He couldn't be any more in love with his husband as he was right then.
"I'm so proud of you, Blaine."
Blaine blushed, and walked over to Kurt, pulling him to his chest. Blaine pulled him in for the sweetest kiss and smiled through it. He pulled away a few minutes later and grinned at Kurt.
"I want you to be. Kurt, none of this means anything without you. None of it. I know you took time off to be with me, and I appreciate that. I love you so much. More and more each day, I do."
And that's when Blaine pulled Kurt onto the floor and made him scream louder than anything else in the world. It was a celebration. A celebration for Blaine and Kurt…that would never end.
Sit down girl
I think I love ya
No, get up girl
Show me what you can do
Shake it, shake it baby, come on now
Shake it, shake it baby, oooh, oooh
Shake it, shake it baby, yeah
123 baby, oooh oooh
ABC baby, ah ah
Do Re Mi baby, wow
That's how easy love can be
ABC it's easy
It's like counting up to 3
Sing a simple melody
That's how easy love can be
I'm gonna teach you
How to sing it out
Come-a, come-a, come-a
Let me show you what it's all about
ABC it's easy
It's like counting up to 3
Sing a simple melody
That's how easy love can be
One year later:
"And the winner of 'Best New Artist' is…Blaine Anderson-Hummel"
Blake Shelton had announced. Blaine looked honestly terrified. He looked over at Kurt and had kissed him softly. He sighed and made his way up to the stage. He shook Blake's hand and then ran a hand through his curls, holding the Grammy in his other.
"Holy shit. Is this truly happening?" Blaine laughed nervously. His nervous laugh was something that he'd always done when he was uncomfortable. Everyone clapped and he'd continued his speech.
"Okay…okay! So, a year ago, I was playing a night club that my friend owned, and this wasn't even on the radar. So, I've got a few people to thank. Wes Montgomery, my dear friend. Thanks for letting me play in your club three nights a week. Lorna Kaye and Columbia Records for giving me a shot. My agent and dear dear friend Tina Cohen-Chang-Lynn for always supporting my dreams. And most importantly, my beloved husband, Kurt Hummel."
Blaine waited for the applause for Kurt to die down before starting Kurt's thank you. He knew he had a lot to say, and he was going to.
"Baby, this wouldn't even be a blip on my radar without your constant love and support. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. You're the most important part of me, and I love you so much. I'm honored to be your husband."
He blew a kiss to Kurt and waved at the crowds and walked off stage, knowing that a cover of a Jackson 5 song that he sang in a bar, got him to the place he was now. And nothing would ever make that feeling go away.
I'm gonna teach you
How to sing it out
Sing it out, sing it out
Sing it, sing it
ABC it's easy
It's like counting up to 3
Sing a simple melody
That's how easy love can be