So this is my first songfic - let's hope it works. The song used is Michael Buble's 'Fever'. It would obviously help a lot if you listened to it at the same time as reading.
This would be set 2 or 3 weeks after Blaine transfers to McKinley - making him relatively new to Glee club.
Enjoy ;)
Kurt walked into the auditorium, hitching his bag up on his shoulder. He made his way down the far left stairs, hand casually sliding over the banister. When he reached the gap between the front and main seats, he paused. His eyes scanned the stage, searching for something. Finding it to be empty, Kurt's eyebrows pulled together and he took a piece of paper out of his jacket pocket. Kurt held the note between two pale fingers, and read the neat writing on it three times over. There was no question that Blaine wrote "Meet me in the auditorium. 3pm sharp". Kurt took out his phone and checked the time. 3:03pm. So why was no-one here? Kurt turned around, about to make his way back up the stairs, when a voice called out.
"Kurt!"
Kurt whipped around at the sound of Blaine's voice, and in less than a second he spotted him. Blaine stood in the middle of the stage, dressed in dark jeans and a navy button down shirt, sleeves rolled up and hands in his pockets. Blaine jerked his head, motioning for Kurt to join him onstage. With a small smile, Kurt walked down the stairs again, dropping his bag on a random seat.
"You know, for a second, I thought you'd stood me up, Mr. Anderson." Kurt said, smirking as he made his way onto the stage. Blaine grinned back at him, cocking his head.
"Like I would ever stand you up," Blaine said, smile widening. Kurt felt his face heat up, and he just rolled his eyes good-naturedly, hoping Blaine hadn't noticed his red cheeks.
"So," Kurt drawled, rocking back and forth on his feet. "Why have you brought me here?"
"Oh, right!" Blaine said, as if snapping out of a daydream. He walked over to the piano and plugged in the iPod dock that sat on top of it. In a few seconds, he had chosen a song. Leaving it on pause, Blaine turned back around and walked right up to Kurt.
"Okay, so I want your feedback. You know how this week's assignment for Glee is Jazz?" Blaine asked, breaking out the spirit fingers when he said 'jazz'. Kurt giggled, nodding.
"Well I think I've found a really good song, but I want to know what you think. So take a seat," Blaine retrieved a stool from the wings, and gently sat Kurt down on it. "And enjoy."
In the next few moments of silence, Kurt looked around the empty stage. Strange, he thought, there are always people playing instruments for these performances. Not even Brad was sitting at the piano. Kurt was suddenly aware that they were very alone. All the students had gone home – there was no cheerleading or football practise on Tuesdays – the teachers were on the other side of the school, and the janitor didn't come in until 4. Kurt wiped his sweaty palms on his black pants, sitting up straighter as the song finally started to play. He could still hear his heart pounding in his ears, and his breath hitched when he recognised the song. The smooth tones of the bass guitar echoed through the auditorium, and Blaine turned around, leaning casually on the piano as he started to sing.
Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that's so hard to bear
You give me fever,
Blaine looked straight into Kurt's eyes and drew a loud breath.
When you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever,
Blaine's eyebrows subtly jerked up and down with the rolling percussion. Kurt's eyes widened slightly.
In the morning
Fever all through the night.
Slowly pushing himself off the piano, Blaine took a few steps forward and gripped the microphone stand mid-stage, not once taking his eyes off Kurt. His body started to sway with the introduction of new instruments.
Sun lights up the daytime
Moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name
And you know I'm gonna treat you right
You give me fever…
He was practically breathing out some of the lyrics, and each time he did, it sent a shiver down Kurt's spine.
When you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever,
Trumpets broke through the slow tune, and Blaine threw his head back, eyes closed.
In the morning
Fever all through the night
Blaine pressed his whole body up against the stand, gripping the microphone with both hands.
Everybody's got the fever
That is something you all know
Fever isn't such a new thing
Fever started long ago
Leaving the stand, Blaine sang out the next note passionately as he strode over to Kurt.
Romeo loved Juliet,
Juliet she felt the same
Blaine stood behind Kurt and slid his hands onto the other boy's shoulders and down his arms.
When he put his arms around her
He said 'Julie, baby, you're my flame
Thou giv-est fever
Kurt shut his eyes at the feel of Blaine's breath on his neck.
When we kisseth
Fever with thy flaming youth
Fever,
Blaine spun around so that he was in front of Kurt again.
I'm afire
Fever yeah I burn for sooth'
With a cheeky grin, Blaine walked backwards a few steps before turning and jumping onto the half-finished set for the school play, dancing on it in a way that was just so… Blaine.
Captain Smith and Pocahontas
Had a very mad affair
When her daddy tried to kill him
She said 'daddy, o, don't you dare
He gives me fever
Blaine put a hand to his chest as he leaped off the wooden set.
With his kisses
Fever when he holds me tight
Fever,
His hands pressed together as if praying.
I'm his misses
Oh daddy, won't you treat him right'
There was a short interlude with pounding brass notes and Blaine spun and danced through it, making Kurt laugh at the exaggerated movements. But Kurt fell silent when the music returned to its original slow, sultry tenor. Blaine walked up to him, chin up, a smirk on his perfect lips. He took Kurt's hand and made him stand up.
Now you've listened to my story
Here's the point that I have made
Blaine yanked Kurt forward by his waist, earning a surprised sound from the taller boy.
Chicks were born to give you fever
Be it Fahrenheit or centigrade
They give you fever
Blaine leant in, his face inches from Kurt's.
When you kiss them
Fever if you live and learn
Fever
Kurt gasped as Blaine tightened his grip.
Till you sizzle
What a lovely way to burn
Blaine's lips moved right next to Kurt's ear as the two swayed to the music.
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
Blaine pulled back and looked straight into his boyfriend's eyes.
What a lovely way to burn.
The song ended with yet another loud brass note, and then the auditorium was quiet. Blaine's hands were still tight on Kurt's waist, and the two boys were breathing loudly.
"So?" Blaine said hoarsely. He cleared his throat and looked back up at Kurt. "What did you think?"
It was very rare for Kurt to be speechless. He always had something to say. Yet here he was, out of breath, adrenaline coursing through his veins, and still coming to terms with the whole situation. Kurt didn't trust his voice, so he just took in a shaky breath and nodded. Blaine scrunched up his face in confusion.
"That's it? A nod? I mean, I'm not one to brag but I think that-" Blaine's rambling was cut off by Kurt's lips connecting with his own. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was long enough to get the message across.
"Oh." Blaine let out a breathless smile.
"Yeah," Kurt agreed, smiling back. "Oh."
I had to end it there because I have a total inability to write smut. Poor you. But I hope you liked it otherwise - reviews are most welcome :)