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Blaine shook his head, pacing the practice room. Kurt sat down on the piano bench heavily.

"No, you're not really getting the vibe. It's a fun song, but it's got to have...more." Blaine clenched his hands into enthusiastic fists, trying to convey what Kurt needed.

"I can't believe we're doing Enrique Iglesias." Kurt sighed. "I finally get a solo and it's "I Like It." This is heinous." Blaine pushed the sheet music across its ledge towards Kurt.

"It's not the best thing ever written, but come on. It's catchy. I've heard you humming it before we even knew we were doing it."

"It's an earworm." Kurt retorted, only smiling a little at Blaine's teasing. "And I don't see the problem. I'm hitting my notes."

Blaine's expression was reproving. "You know as well as anyone that it is more than just hitting notes. It's about showing attraction and connection through the song. Come on. You've got to give it more...sexy." Blaine clutched his hands to his chest, pulling a bit at his shirt.

Kurt just snorted, playing a few notes with his left hand. Blaine dropped his hands and leaned on the piano.

"What was that?" Kurt shrugged.

"What was what?"

"That little sarcastic snorty thing you just did." Blaine waved a finger around Kurt. He just pushed the hand away, and drew his legs up, sitting cross-legged on the bench.

"Blaine, I don't really...do...sexy." Kurt wrinkled his nose at the word, apparently finding it awkward to say, let alone consider.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Blaine leaned against the keyboard, crossing his arms.

"I mean... look at me. I don't exactly draw hordes of boys towards me begging for attention." Blaine frowned at Kurt's calm tone. "And it's fine. Really. I know I'm more...cute, I guess. And I can do coy, and I can do fabulous, and on my really good ego days I think I can pull off beautiful with some effort. But sexy?" Kurt shrugged and picked at a piece of lint on his trouser leg.

"Seriously?" Blaine slid closer and sat down on the other half of the bench.

"Yeah. I mean...I don't think its that weird. I'm just...not a sexy person." Kurt seemed neutral, but Blaine noticed the slight downwards twitch at the corner of his mouth. And that sucked. But the only thing he could think that would make Kurt feel different about himself could make things suck for him too. He stared at the crown of Kurt's head for a moment, before reaching out, and tapping the cuff of his pants. His finger stayed, drawing a slow circle on the fabric.

"I think your...kinda sexy." Blaine said shyly, shrugging his head down between his shoulders.

"You're not being serious." Kurt waved off, rolling his eyes. Blaine just looked off towards the corner of the room. "But, thanks for trying."

"But I...I do. I mean, you've got amazing lips, and a this attitude that you could just, like, take on the world. And you know, confidence is really... attractive. And your..." Blaine mumbled to himself, avoiding Kurt's eyes and just staring down at the fabric under his finger.

"My what?"

"Your um, butt. You've got a really, really nice...yeah." Kurt just stared at him. He could see it out of the corner of his eye. "And speaking of it, I appear to have make an ass of myself." Blaine clasped his hands together and gave a sarcastic congratulatory cheer for himself.

"You're not...you aren't serious?" Kurt stumbled, not sure what to say. Blaine scratched his nose with his thumb, nodding slightly. "You think that I'm...sexy?"

"Well, yeah. I don't think its that weird." He echoed Kurt's earlier statement. "I just. There's something about you that just makes me..." Blaine took a deep breathe. He'd already told Kurt he had a nice ass, so why stop now. In for a penny... "It makes me want to kiss you, and stuff, and just be with you...like...physically."

"Physically like..." Kurt prompted, sounding almost confused. God, he was making this so hard on him. He had never felt so awkward before, but he couldn't seem to just shut up. "I wanna be close to you, and touch you, touch your skin, and like...I dunno Kurt!" Blaine's face was hot.

"Sorry, I just... You really think I'm sexy?" Kurt asked again.

"Yes." Blaine groaned. He just wanted his embarrassment to be over. The things he was willing to do for this boy.

"Then..." Blaine almost jumped when the pad of Kurt's finger touched on the back of his hand, tracing cautiously down to his finger. Another finger joined it to run back up, his whole hand eventually drawn under Kurt's. "Why haven't you said anything?"

"What, am I not allowed to be nervous about boys?" Blaine said defensively. "I'm a teenage guy too, I get nervous when I like someone."

Kurt's mouth fell open slightly, like this had just occurred to him.

"Right... Sorry."

Blaine rolled his eyes.

"You don't have to apologize."

"Oh. Sor-" Kurt cut himself off. He looked at their hands together on the bench. "Well, if it helps at all, I think..."

Blaine looked up, hearing Kurt's deep inhalation as he paused. He almost seemed to be preparing himself for something, and Blaine was dreading that it would be the gentle but delightfully painful let down he was pretty sure was coming. "I think you are foxy. And I want to kiss you. Cause you've made me feel sexy. And you are the first person who has ever managed that. Oh, and because I really, really like you. Have. For a while now."

Kurt spat it all out as quickly as he could, and looked at him, keeping his chin high. Blaine couldn't help it. He was full out grinning, his hands scrunched in the sleeves of his hoodie.

"Um, you're welcome?"

Kurt unfolded his legs, straddling the bench, and shifted forwards.

"Come here." Blaine moved slowly, kneeling between Kurt's legs. He bit his lip at Kurt's cautious hands moving from his knees and up his thighs.

"Can...I..." Kurt shifted forwards, his head ducking slightly towards him a couple times.

"Yes." Blaine said breathily. This time, he moved to meet Kurt and their lips pressed together. Blaine's hands wrapped around Kurt's neck, catching in the soft hair there. One of them shifted and ran up to hold Kurt's cheek. Blaine let out a noise of surprise as Kurt bit softly on his lip and ran his tongue over it soothingly. Their kiss opened, and Kurt's hands kneaded gently over Blaine's legs. Blaine hummed happily. His hands wanted to be everywhere at once, but he kept them stroking the warm skin of his neck and face. Until Blaine suddenly squeaked. The two jumped back, Blaine as surprised at the noise as Kurt. Kurt's playful hands had gotten a bit...too sexy...for the practice room, with an open door.

"Sorry. Guess I underestimated my sexiness?" Kurt teased, just touching Blaine's knee. He gave a slightly embarrassed grin, and Blaine smiled.

"And I created a monster."

"No. You are just...great." Kurt insisted. "You are the sweetest thing ever."

"So are we going to keep this up?" Blaine posed, crossing his own legs on the bench. Kurt nodded hopefully.

"I feel too good to stop. You feel too good to stop." Kurt admitted. Blaine offered his hand and they stood, grabbing their papers and shoulder bags.

"Come on. I think we're done for tonight."

"Singing or bringing sexy back?" Kurt shot him a grin over his shoulder as he grabbed his sweater off a music stand..

"Seriously? You actually just said that?" Kurt just shrugged at Blaine's amusement.

"You may have created a monster. Now come on. If you're good I'll let you walk behind me on the stairs." But Kurt held out his hand, clasping it around Blaine's fingers, and they wandered upstairs together, sneaking glances at each other as they went.