A/N: In my imagination the Troublestones are performing to Run the World (Girls), The New Directions are performing to 4 Minutes (can you imagine Chris and Damian really duetting this tho XD), the Warblers are performing to Low and the song playing in the background in the scene with Kurt/Blaine is Forever.
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A year passes.
It's an unbelievably hard and lagging year at that. Blaine's parents are on his case when they finally start to notice his lack of presence in the household, and although they are yet to find out about The Warblers, he knows they have their suspicions.
They're fighting more than ever. School is getting harder. Junior year is about twice as hard as Sophomore and it's a lucky thing he's smart because he's been spending a lot more time with The Warblers, perfecting his style and strengthening his technique because they came second to New Directions last year at the Streets and this year they're going to win.
The Warblers are going to win The Streets.
And Blaine is going to win Kurt.
"Can I call you?" Blaine had asked lowly as they slumped, defeated against the brick wall.
Kurt wiped back a stray curl, damp from the rain against his forehead. "No," he had said sadly. "This ends tonight."
It had hurt, his first rejection. But Kurt had explained about his crew's no-dating-other-crews rules and Blaine had understood. Kurt couldn't risk getting kicked out of New Directions any more than Blaine could risk losing The Warblers.
His happy place, where his heart was… his family.
Dancing. His escape, his everything.
But Blaine couldn't stop thinking about Kurt.
Images of his vibrant blue eyes, stealthy as they took the night for its own; the memory of his burning touch staining his flushed skin as he writhed beneath him, all vividly haunting his subconscious night after night and Blaine was sick of laundry.
He was sick of being lonely.
He wanted Kurt. And this year when he saw him again, he was going to go after him and make him his own.
He was going to make up a dance that was so fucking good that even Kurt wouldn't be able to resist him.
He had started choreographing months before the competition, looking for inspiration everywhere. He haunted clubs all over town, checking out what was new and trying to adapt some new moves to his own style. He spent countless nights just in his bedroom, IPod almost agonisingly loud in his ears as he moved through the music, trying out his moves in the mirror, seeing what was good, what wasn't.
He was everywhere, uptown in high class clubs, going down to the Valley to the dingiest bars where he picked up some Indie moves that he was sure no one else would be using. He danced whenever he could, taking the Warblers out to the city to practice their moves on an audience, checking to see what would be well received.
Word had gotten around that the Warblers were fierce competition this year and they underwent a fair bit of sabotage that ended in David, one of their best break dancers, dislocating his knee, disabling him for the performance.
Blaine was fuming.
They managed to find a replacement, though. Blaine wasn't too keen on the idea, but Sebastian was unbelievably talented, charismatic and highly attractive. The girls loved him and he would give them that 'sexy' edge at competition.
By the time the night arrived, Blaine was unbelievably excited, his energy at its highest peak as they travelled to the competition. His friends were downing energy drinks, but Blaine was already drunk on adrenaline.
He was going to dance for a real audience again.
And more importantly, he was going to dance for Kurt.
When they arrived at the venue, The Warblers were shouting Party Rock Anthem tunes at the top of their lungs, their faces streaked with thick black eyeliner, their blazers open over their unbuttoned shirts. In keeping with tradition, the brilliant starry sky was sparkling with rain, smattering wet all over the vividly lit streets.
"The Warblers are in the house tonight, motherfuckers!" Jeff shouted, flinging a muscular arm around his boyfriend, kissing him dirtily.
"We're going to run this shit," Wes boomed, his voice loud, even over the obnoxious patter of rain splattering against the alleyway walls.
"You ready?" Sebastian whispered hotly against Blaine's ear, squeezing his sides from behind. Blaine gave a jolt of fright, recoiling away from him.
"Uhh, totally," Blaine managed, shocked at his forwardness. Of course he had flirted with him before… that was just the kind of guy he was – he flirted with everybody. But he had never been so… openly advancing…
It was sort of unnerving, and the last thing Blaine needed before competition.
But as he imagined Kurt's eyes, dark and shining with lust, and want… maybe that's exactly what he needed.
What if he could make Kurt jealous…?
"Come on bitches," Jeff crowed, wrapping his arms around both Blaine and Sebastian. "We're gon go tear dis shit up!"
Blaine had missed this.
Above all, he loved dance competitions for the pure energy of the place, the way the bass echoed through all of them, igniting something special with them that brought out that special spark as they danced, smashing through the beat as they poured themselves into it.
And despite being competitors, there was always that sense of community there. Even as opponents, they were united by something bigger than all of them; the magic that was dance.
It was like nothing else.
When they finally arrived at 'the floor', the competition was just starting and the announcer was introducing the first group The Troublestones.
The Warblers cheered as the all girls crew (dressed in wet, skimpy outfits) sauntered onto the floor, but Blaine felt himself drift away, unimpressed by the heterosexual display. He absently admired their choreography, but found it floored, too focused on sex appeal rather than the actual technique. He let his gaze wander, searching the crowd. His own eye knew what he was looking for before even he did.
And he found him.
Kurt Hummel had grown up in a year. His soft features had sharpened out somewhat and he was more masculine, more muscular, toner, but still beautiful, his skin half glowing under the moonlight, his eyes technicolour in the wake of the competition lights. Rain danced across his skin, splashing off his black leather jacket, but he remained oblivious, watching the performance with a mild smile of amusement.
He yearned for him to look up, to meet his eye and feel that burn of electricity wave through them, unbelievably intense.
But he didn't.
When the Troublestones exited stage he heard distantly the call for New Direction to take the stage. Blaine felt his heart flutter as he saw them take their places. He noticed that their group had changed – they had lost a few members, gained a few. Blaine felt a strange jolt of jealousy run through him when he noticed how many more guys had joined.
As their track starts up, he glances around and sees the surprise on his face echoing around the crowd.
The New Directions… are singing.
The guy in the mowhawk is on lead at the moment, rapping darkly as the boys start to move around him. Kurt lingers in the background with some of the girls, their choreography simple.
"Fuck," Wes swore, "why didn't we think of that?"
"Singing," Jeff whimpered, "who knew?"
Beside him, Blaine shushed him. Kurt was moving to the front of the crowd, his eyes mischievous as he pulled a shorter brunette up with him.
Catching his eye in the crowd, a light smirk crossed Kurt's face as he opened his perfect mouth and started to sing.
Blaine's heart stuttered wildly as he registered the high tones of Kurt's voice. He felt his blood rushing south as he watched him, his eyes still locked with Blaine's as he carried the verse, grinding up against the shorter boy beside him.
He bit back a groan as Kurt flashed him a saucy grin, grabbing the boys hand as they flitted to the back of the group, letting the others take the lead for the chorus.
Blaine felt white hot jealousy burn viciously through him. So this is how it was going to be be, huh?
Finally the New Directions performance finished. Blaine didn't clap along with the rest of them, instead grabbing Sebastian's hand and pulled him closer to whisper against the shell of his ear.
"You dance up front with me, okay?"
He felt Sebastian nod and smirk against him, but didn't let his hand go as the Warblers were called over. They past the New Directions as they took the stage, Kurt's shoulder brushing gently against his. He looked up to catch his eye, but Kurt was already walking away, swining his hips as he kept a loose arm around his dance partners waist.
Blaine growled, low in his throat as the music started up. He let Sebastian go, assuming his starting position before charging through the music, tossing out his practiced choreogpraphy. It was so much better dancing here than in his room. The ground was hard under his feet, the rain soaking his hair and drenching his clothes, dragging him down slightly, but he pounded through it, throwing himself into the beat, feeling the bass pumping through him, waves of adrenaline rippling down his spine.
The crowds cheers only spurred him on and he felt warm hands grasping at him. He allowed Sebastian to pull him against him, their skin slippery between them as they slid together, his breath hot as it whisped against his shoulder. He felt his lips near his skin but he twisted away out of his grasp.
He could only take this so far.
He felt the burn of Kurt's bright eyes on him, but he ignored them, trying to immerse himself in the music, in the dance, trying to let himself go, to lose himself in the bright lights, in the rain damp ground, achingly hard beneath his feet.
He almost forgot to stop dancing as the music faded out, folding under the crowd's applause. Wiping a hand across his sweaty face, he grinned in the bask of their praise, brushing off his friends (and Sebastian…) to go find his Kurt.
"That was low, Anderson," he heard in his ear. Huffing in annoyance, he turned to face Sebastian.
"I did pick the song, Smythe," Blaine quipped. Sebastian's smirk didn't falter.
"Don't tease if you can't follow through," he returned.
"It was just dancing," Blaine said darkly, scowling at him. He had to go find Kurt… before he lost him for good. "Now if you'll excuse me…"
Blaine turned sharply on his heel, walking away from him as quick as he could before launching out into a quick jog as he spotted Kurt.
Sebastian's call echoed through the air, but Blaine ignored him.
"This isn't over, Anderson!"
For once, the mass of people was not appreciated by Blaine. Sure, he appreciated the vibe of a thousand sweat and rain damp bodies grooving together over their art… but it wasn't really helping him in his search for Kurt.
His heart clenched fiercely as he finally spotted him, leaning against a brick wall, smiling appreciatively as he watched the performance from a distance.
Blaine couldn't help but wonder if he had waited…
"Kurt." The word was like music as it echoed back in his own ears. It was one he had practice with, one that had fallen from his lips too many times, buried in the fabric of his pillow, moaned into the stuffy air of his bathroom.
Kurt didn't look the slightest bit surprised as he glanced up to meet his eye. "Blaine," he returned easily. Not for the first tme Blaine wondered if he had thought of him too, if his dreams were haunted by the memory of what they had done, what there was still left to do.
In the distance, a Chris Brown tune thumped out, the dancers going crazy with their choreographer. Blaine grinned. They were all kinds of awesome.
"You really love it here, don't you?" Kurt said softly, turning his appreciative expression to Blaine, his smile just a little brighter.
Blaine exhaled. "You have no idea," he gushed. "There's just so… so much energy out here. It's like… freaking electric and magical and everyone's dancing and everyone loves dancing here and it doesn't matter what's going anywhere else because we just have this one perfect thing and-"
Blaine's cut off by the urgent press of Kurt's lips against his, his back crashing suddenly against the brick wall as Kurt pinned him there.
"You can't just say things like that," he whispered, his breath tickling Blaine's neck as he kissed across his collarbone. "First the dancing and then that fucking boy-"
Blaine can't contain his smirk. "Were you jealous?" Did it work?
Blaine received his answer as Kurt nipped sharply against the nape of his neck, making Blaine elict a loud gasp.
"We need to get out of here," Kurt said mischievously. "Unless you wanted to give these people an act 2…"
Blaine pulled away with a whimper, swallowing hard.
"Okay," he agreed, a little breathlessly. "Let's get out of here."
As they sprinted quickly through the rain, hands clasped, Blaine felt a surge of happiness beam through him. It was like déjà vu, taking the same path as the year before.
But there was a new sense of familiarity at the press of Kurt's skin against his.
"You have a pretty voice," Blaine told him earnestly when they found their alleyway, coming to a slow walk. "I love watching you perform."
Kurt gave him a mischievous smile, dropping his hand to undo the top buttons of his own vest.
"Would you like an encore?" he asked flirtatiously, smirking as heat burned over Blaine's cheeks. He let out a little laugh, pulling Blaine by the blazer collar into the confines of the alleyway, smirking as he pressed him against the wall, pressing his body up to meet his. "You're cute," he whispered, pulling him by the hair against him for a searing kiss.
Blaine felt himself melt under Kurt's touch, grabbing a hold of his strong biceps, trying to keep himself from floating away into the rainy night. Kurt had filled his mind, clouded his vision. He felt lightheaded.
He felt a cool hand beneath his shirt and Kurt was running his fingertips all up and over his body, as if he was trying to memorise him. Blaine gasped and squirmed under his attentive touch, his fingers tangling in his chest hair, tracing the lines of his muscles, rubbing over his nipples.
"S-so g-g-good, Kurt," Blaine stuttered, his hands fumbling over Kurt's shirt, struggling to pull it over him. Kurt smiled, breaking away to help him before attacking him again with a hot kiss, messy under the sprinkle of rain that was becoming thicker under the looming clouds.
"Shit," Blaine whispered as the thunder rumbled above. "It's going to storm."
"Scared?" Kurt smirked, nipping at his ear.
"Not a bit," Blaine growled, spurred on by Kurt's touch, seizing a hold of his wrists and flipping them so Kurt was against the wall. He slipped to his knees, fumbling with the zipper of Kurt's jeans, pulling them down his thighs and gasping when he saw that Kurt had gone without underwear.
"Shit," Blaine breathed, his voice breaking a little.
"Blaine," Kurt whined, his eyes wide blown and dark with lust.
Needing no more encouragement, Blaine leant closer and placed a delicate kiss on the head of Kurt's cock, smiling to himself as Kurt bucked his hips up involuntarily.
"Blaine," he growled, his voice lined with frustration.
Not wanting to tease, Blaine took licked up the base of his cock quickly in warning before taking him into his mouth.
"Blaine," Kurt keened, his hands tangling in Blaine's curls and tugging sharply. Blaine let out an unrestrained moan, the vibrations making Kurt shudder.
Blaine had imagined himself in this position an embarrassing amount of times, on his knees for Kurt, trying his hardest to make him feel good. But the reality was so much better than his dreams could ever be, the sounds Kurt was making so incredible that Blaine was suddenly sure he would be coming in his pants.
And the way he tasted. Fuck.
Blaine eased his mouth around him, trying to take more of him. Kurt looked so beautiful above him, his eyes clenched shut as he threw his head back, his cheeks flushed and his lips swollen.
Blaine had done that…
Blaine hummed happily around him, relishing the little whimpers and cries coming from the magnificent boy above him.
"Blaine," Kurt choked out finally, "I'm close."
That only spurred Blaine on further and he hollowed his cheeks out with the effort of taking him fully, his hands gripping his hips tightly as Kurt's cock hit the back of his throat.
His own name echoed over the melody of the rain and music as Kurt came hard down his throat. Blaine swallowed the best he could, eagerly taking in the salty taste of Kurt.
Kurt panted heavily as Blaine slid off him, eyes closing as he licked his lips.
"You taste delicious," he mumbled absently. He let out a surprised yelp as Kurt crashed on top of him, straddling him and attacking him with his lips.
"You-can't-just-say-things-like-that," Kurt gasped out between planting kisses across his face. Blaine squirmed beneath him like a puppy, his eyes wide as they gazed up at him. After one final, long, deep kiss to his lips, Kurt pulled back.
"We need to get back," he said regretfully.
"Nooooooo," Blaine protested, long and drawn out as he pulled Kurt back to him.
"Shhh," Kurt hushed him. "I'll make you a deal."
Blaine looked up with interest. Kurt's eyes were light and teasing as he leant down to whisper against his ear.
"If you guys win tonight…" he let out a little laugh, Blaine shuddering as his breath tickled against his sensitive skin, "I'll let you fuck me."
"Fuck," Blaine breathed, biting back a moan. "And… if you win?"
Kurt's smile turned to a full blown smirk.
"I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to dance for a week."