So here is Chaper 3, in response to a reveiwer's request (Sort of. Sorry I'm not giving you exactly what you want; I love sexual tension too much!) This is a direct follow up to French Lessons, but I didn't want to make it into a separate two-shot. I hope you enjoy this yummy Klaine-ness! Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox. And I am not Ryan Murphy (in case you couldn't tell) nor am I Fox. Sorry to disappoint. :D Happy reading!
Ever since his sudden rushed exit during their French tutoring session, (oh lord, he was cringing just thinking about it) Blaine had been avoiding Kurt. For the past week now, every time he saw Kurt walk towards him, Blaine would spin on his heel and walk the other direction, or duck into a doorway to wait for Kurt to pass. Sure, they saw each other at Warbler's practice, but Blaine had managed to sit himself far, far away from Kurt and rush out immediately after practice finished.
It wasn't until Friday that Kurt finally had the chance to confront Blaine about this whole 'ignoring thing.' Kurt grabbed Blaine's arm as he tried to leave after Warbler's practice, thinking back to the last time they had spoken before this. Maybe Blaine was mad at him for something…maybe he wasn't speaking to Kurt because...Kurt had pushed the French tutoring too much? He had always been stubborn, and Kurt KNEW one of his fatal flaws was pushiness…
"Blaine! HEY Blaine!"
Blaine stopped in his tracks at the feel of Kurt's hand gripped tightly on his wrist. Shit. Now he was going to HAVE to confront Kurt, something he had been avoiding all week, and tell him the truth about his…uh…situation last week…and Kurt was going to think he was gross and creepy and completely inappropriate…
"I don't know what I did to make you mad, but can we PLEASE be friends again?" pleaded Kurt. Gawd, part of him was furious at Blaine for being such a dumbass and not confronting him about whatever he was mad about, but this was getting old. Seriously.
"Wait…what?" asked Blaine, bewildered at Kurt's statement. Him? Mad at Kurt?
Helllllo Blaine…the Little Paper Clip Man waved at Blaine. You've been ignoring the little angel for the past week…usually that means you are upset with him…
Huh thought Blaine, seriously considering what his conscience was suggesting. But it wasn't Kurt he was mad at! He couldn't be mad at Kurt for being so damn sexy; he was mad at himself for being so horny! "No, Kurt, you didn't do anything; I wasn't ma-"
"Nope. You don't need come up with more lame excuses," interrupted Kurt, covering Blaine's lips with his hand, effectively stopping him mid sentence. Ooo, the feel of Blaine's lips against his fingertips was delicious. His lips felt warm…and soft…
Blaine froze, not knowing what to do. He-Kurt's fingers were…lips. He was almost kissing Kurt's hand! Blushing, Blaine took a step back and Kurt's fingers dropped down in the space between them. Blaine began to explain again, how he wasn't mad at Kurt, but Kurt cut him off once more.
"Sorry. I mean can we please just move past this? It's okay if you don't want to tell me why you were upset or why you ran out of the room like your ass was on fire…" He he he. Funny image…. "I mean…we don't have to act like eight year olds. I think we are mature enough…right?"
Blaine blushed even more, wanting to run away and bury his face in his hands. I mean, what the HELL was he supposed to do? He didn't want Kurt to blame himself, but he definitely didn't want to tell Kurt the truth…gah…
Kurt took in Blaine's silence as a bad sign. Crap. I bet he IS mad at me for being so pushy about the tutoring…okay, so he would lay off for a while. "I can even help you find a new tutor! Blaine? So are we good?" asked Kurt. "Because it seems like my French expertise is a bit too advanced for you…" Kurt added with a smirk.
Blaine nodded his head vigorously, thanking the lord that it was Kurt who suggested finding a new tutor; that way there would be no other opportunities for him explain why he ran out that day. "Maybe that's a good idea…" replied Blaine, reaching up to scratch the back of his head.
Kurt threw his hand across his chest in mock hurt. "You agreed? I can't believe you! Blaine, I thought you couldn't bear to be apart from me…" Don't be dumb, Kurt, he just ignored you for the past week. "I am deeply pained. I guess I should leave now that you don't want me…"
"Naw, I'd miss you too much!" grinned Blaine.
Yay! Blaine wants to play! "Hmm, I guess you need to give me a reason to stay…"
"Well…there is that two-on-two basketball tournament next week. I AM in need of a partner…Would that be sufficient enough to keep you around?" Blaine teased, though he was in fact completely serious.
Kurt stared at Blaine, stunned. "Really, Blaine? Basketball? Okay, yeah I played football and was a cheerleader, but I wasn't in it for the athletic aspect of it all…"
Wait wait what? Football? Cheerleading? "Wait you were a football player? And a cheerleader?" Dang, Kurt was going to be the death of him some day…
"Yes, but that's not the point," replied Kurt, waving his hand. "Blaine, the point IS, I am TERRIBLE at basketball."
"Hey! You don't know that!" said Blaine, looking at Kurt indignantly. "Have you ever tried playing?"
"….well no, not exactly…"
"So how could you be terrible? I'll teach you even! C'mon it'll be funnnn" Blaine nudged Kurt's side with his elbow and fluttered his eyelashes endearingly.
Hmph. Kurt swooned. Blaine was so cute when he did that…
"Pretty please? For me?" pleaded Blaine. I will pout, Kurt. Blaine thought of Kurt getting hot and sweaty playing basketball and a whole lot of other, less innocent images flooded his mind. Damn it Kurt, I will pout until you say yes.
Well…though Kurt, weighing the options in his head. On one hand, he definitely was an awful basketball player. But on the other hand, it would give him an excuse to spend more 'alone' time with Blaine now that he wasn't Blaine's tutor anymore. I mean really, how much could it hurt? He could at least try this. Uh oh. I can see Blaine starting to pout. Not the pout… "Okay okay Blaine, FINE! I'll try it."
"Yay! We can practice tomorrow afternoon!" Blaine clapped his hands.
Kurt narrowed his eyes in response. "Don't say I didn't warn you though…I really do suck."
Suck? Damn, thought Blaine, as they walked down the hall back to their dorm rooms. He couldn't keep his eyes off Kurt's lips when he said 'suck.' Ahk! More dirty images…
The next afternoon, Blaine was waiting in the gym for Kurt to show up. He was wearing a white V-neck and a pair of Dalton athletic shorts. Anxious for Kurt arrive, Blaine started aimlessly shooting around. It was fairly warm in the gym, and after a bit of chasing the ball around, Blaine was covered with light sheen of sweat.
"Blaine?"
Blaine turned around to see Kurt's head peeking around the gym door. "Hey Kurt…I was just waiting for you." Suddenly self conscious of his slightly sweaty state, Blaine wiped his forehead and busied himself by taking a sip of water.
"Sorry I'm late…I got lost trying to find the gym," said Kurt sheepishly. He stepped inside the gym, letting the door shut softly behind him. "Also, I wasn't sure what one wears to play basketball so…"
Blaine swallowed a large mouthful of water and turned to look at Kurt. Bad. Idea. Blaine choked as he took in Kurt's appearance. Kurt was wearing a tight, black, sleeveless shirt (a wifebeater? Blaine thought that's what some people called them…) and a pair of grey sweatpants. Spluttering, Blaine tried to retain some of his dignity by muttering "No, you look fine." Hah. Damn right, that boy looked fiiiine.
Kurt walked over to where Blaine stood, and leaned over to pick the ball off the ground.
Nguhgh. As Kurt bent over…Blaine almost exploded. Jesus…that ass…was RIGHT there…fuck. Kurt was so hot and he didn't even know it, which made him so much hotter…
"So…basketball…" began Kurt, looking at the rough, deep orange ball in his hands.
"Right," said Blaine, trying his best NOT to ogle Kurt right now. "The main point of the game, you probably know, is to get the ball into the hoop. With two on two, we will only be playing half court…" Blaine went on to explain the basic rules of the game to Kurt, stopping whenever Kurt had questions to clarify.
As Blaine was explaining what a screen was, he couldn't help but notice that Kurt was staring at him. Not in the 'dude, you have food on your face way' but he thought it was more in a 'damn, you are sexy' way. Hah, but who was he kidding? Kurt wouldn't be thinking that...
Actually, Kurt was noticing just how tight Blaine's v-neck shirt was and how it hugged the muscles of his arms just so. Every time Blaine turned, Kurt could see the defined muscles of his chest and stomach ripple beneath his shirt. Kurt cocked his head to the side and bit his lip. Mmm, at this angle, Blaine's jaw looked even more rugged and masculine, and there was just a hint of stubble ghosting across his cheeks. In fact, he looked kind of like a bum. But a very hot, sexy, extremely attractive bum…
"…so that's how you set a screen. Do you think you've got it?"
Blushing, Kurt looked up to see Blaine gazing at him questioningly. Balls…caught in the act. What did Blaine expect, though? How was Kurt supposed to concentrate with Blaine looking a teeny bit sweaty and kissable and supermegafoxyawesome hot? Any sane person would be blathering like an idiot right now. "Er…" Best to play dumb rather than admit he was checking Blaine out. Which, Kurt realized, he most DEFINITELY was. "Well, do you think you could show me how it works? So I get a full understanding, you see."
Wait…like demonstrate? On Kurt? So actually touch him? "Sure!" replied Blaine, his conscience swearing at him. 'You looooove torturing yourself, don't you?' it asked him.
"Okay, so to set a screen, you stand like this…" Blaine grabbed Kurt's sides lightly, pulling Kurt towards his chest. Blaine turned so his side was parallel to Kurt's chest, scooting so his arm was flush with the soft fabric of Kurt's shirt. "Right. And you can…um…hang your arms down and hold your fists together."
"Like this?" Kurt moved his arms between his body and Blaine's, the sudden touch eliciting a quiet moan from Blaine.
"Er…not exactly." Blaine grabbed Kurt's soft, warm, delicate, sexy hands and placed them on top of one another, then placed the hands to rest between Kurt's legs. Blaine felt his face grow warm, because he found it ridiculously difficult to focus his gaze on anything but Kurt's…uh…crotch. "That's to…you know…protect yourself."
Kurt flushed as well, getting a full understanding of what Blaine meant. "Oh, okay." He took a step away from Blaine, hoping to escape some of the heat that was building up between their bodies.
"Alright, so….how about defense?"
Kurt nodded, waiting for Blaine's instructions. Oh, wait, Blaine had already explained that earlier. Damn…what had he said?...
"Assume the position!"
Wha-wait what? Did he really just say that? Kurt's face instantly turned red, and he could feel Blaine smirking at him. Were all sports this dirty sounding? Seriously…assume the position? Well Kurt could think of many positions… Well, fine. Two can play this game. Kurt spread his legs shoulder width apart and bent his knees slightly, knowing full well that he didn't look like a "baller" at all.
Blaine cocked his head to the side. "Er, okay, bend your knees a little more. Go down further."
Kurt lowered himself about half a centimeter.
"No, Kurt, lower!"
"You want me to get low?" Kurt asked wickedly, grinning as Blaine's cheeks turned pink with the implication.
"Well yeah…you know what I mean." And I mean nothing like you are implying. Well…who was he kidding? With Kurt dressed like that, he could get low for Blaine any day…
"Do I?"
Oh god, what was Kurt DOING? Kurt was standing here looking absolutely delectable, his body exposed to Blaine's roaming eyes, referencing something that had nothing to do with basketball with these little cryptic, sexy remarks. Tease…
Blaine ignored Kurt and instead placed his hands on Kurt's thighs and slowly pushed down, until Kurt was in the right defensive stance. Through the soft material of Kurt's sweatpants, Blaine could feel the smooth muscles of Kurt's legs stretching and straining with every movement. Grilled Cheesus that was hot.
When Blaine touched him, Kurt's eyes almost rolled into the back of his head. He could feel his legs begin to shake, not because his muscles couldn't take it, but because Blaine's fingertips were lingering and literally caressing his thighs. Oh god…Kurt's stomach tingled, the warm flush reaching lower and lower on his body. He let out a shuddering breath and did everything to avoid Blaine's gaze.
"Perfect." Blaine whispered, inches from Kurt's ear. His breath whooshed across the back of Kurt's neck, causing the tiny hairs to stand up on end. The gym was dead silent except for the heavy (almost labored) breaths of the two boys.
Focus, Blaine. Focus! "And you put your hands out here like this…right. In the passing lane. So you can steal the ball."
What? Stealing? Balls? God, he needed to pay more attention. Kurt was getting dizzy, though, from Blaine's closeness and the heat and his knees were still weak from Blaine's lingering touch.
Blaine grabbed the basketball and began to dribble it with his right hand. "Now, play defense and try to stop me from getting to the basket." Blaine started towards the basket (slowly, so Kurt could catch up), but stopped when Kurt stood up straight and ran towards him. "No, no you need to stay low in your defensive stance and move when I move; don't just get up and run."
This was dumb…he was complete shit at basketball. But Blaine was here, looking uber adorable, and Kurt just had to comply. Fine. He grimaced and 'got low.' "Happy?"
"Very!" Blaine beamed and began to dribble the ball again. Kurt moved to left to cut him off, causing Blaine to spin around so his back was towards Kurt. "Good! Now try to get the ball!"
So Kurt did. And what happened next wasn't his fault, right? Because Blaine's back was pressed right up against Kurt's chest and they kept moving in the same direction together and Kurt could feel Blaine's ass rubbing against his hips as they moved. And really, it wasn't Kurt's fault that he was attracted to Blaine and every touch nearly sent him reeling, so full on contact, chest to groin to thighs, even, was more than enough to send him over the edge.
And Kurt tried to breath and think of dead kittens (or, Gaga forbid, even Finn's mailman) but then Blaine stopped moving and whispered "Try to get the ball away from me" and all hope was lost.
Kurt growled. How the hell was he supposed to get the ball away from Blaine when Blaine was dragging his body across Kurt's, sending ripples of pleasure down his spine? How? Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine, trying to get the ball. That, unfortunately, only brought their two bodies closer together, if that was even possible.
Blaine felt Kurt's warm arms slide around his chest, and he lost it. He stumbled forward, mind in a daze, and Kurt fell on top of him. Blaine felt the full weight of Kurt's body on top of his own, and he was in heaven.
For Kurt, well…the situation was different. The moment he felt himself falling, he knew this couldn't be good. Because yes, he was lying on top of the boy he was madly in love with, a person who he would gladly make many, many gay babies with, but Oh god, Blaine's ass was directly underneath Kurt's crotch and he could feel everything and the images and fantasies came rushing in. Kurt couldn't hold them back. He didn't even try.
But there was a point, a point at which he had to stop, because when your crush starts to squirm underneath you, the movement of his hips against yours WILL make moans rise in your throat, just as they did for Kurt. And it wasn't just moans that were rising. Kurt felt Blaine's struggles trying to get up, but Kurt wasn't moving (he couldn't...he seemed to have lost his ability to function normally), which only pressed Kurt's hips harder against Blaine's ass and all hell broke loose because Kurt was so turned on it wasn't even funny and the pressure and the heat and Blaine's overall sex appeal was resulting in a soon-to-be-impossible-to-hide erection.
And, regardless of how much he wanted to jump Blaine's bones, here and now was NOT the right time to make those urges known. So Kurt pushed Blaine back onto the floor (it was an accident, you see) and scrambled up to stand far, far away from his 'friend.'
"Don't blush please don't blush" Kurt chanted to himself as he watched Blaine crawl up from the floor. Kurt took one look at Blaine's beautiful behind and DAMN he was blushing. Thank goodness for sweatpants. Seriously. Because, at least for now, they hid his, uh, problem quite well, making it bearable to be in the same room as Blaine, at least for a while. Uh…on second thought, that "while" would be more like thirty seconds because Kurt felt his knees giving out on him and the images of a topless Blaine in his bed were rushing back in and he needed to get out of here NOW.
"Er, sorry about that Blaine. But I can't be your partner for two on two."
Blaine walked over, crinkling his eyebrows. "Aw, c'mon Kurt, you're not that bad. You just need a little more practice…"
Kurt shook his head violently, praying that his sweatpants were still doing their job. God, why did Blaine have to be so sexy in that shirt? "No, Blaine. I'm sure. It will be better for the both of us if you find a new partner." Kurt tried to smile, but it came out more like a grimace. "Trust me. And…I really gotta go. Now." Kurt couldn't take it anymore. He walked, then jogged, then sprinted out of the gym. By the time Kurt left the gym he was panting, but it was definitely not due to physical exercise. Fuck, he had never needed a cold shower this badly until now.
"Okay…?" Blaine stood alone on the court, watching Kurt rush out of the gym. Secretly, he was relieved that Kurt had bailed on him. Because if Kurt was that handsy when he played basketball, then Blaine was going to get crazy ridiculously jealous of whoever Kurt would have to guard. And that wouldn't be pretty.
Actually, Blaine had never before found playing basketball arousing at all; if anything, it was the opposite, more of an elbow in the gut, pushing people around type of sport. And that's also because he was never attracted to whoever the opposing team was. But with Kurt…damn…Kurt made it seem hot and sensual and completely not about trying to get the ball into the hoop. Because, really, Blaine couldn't be Kurt's teammate if Kurt was rubbing up against anyone else like that.
And so yeah, Blaine was glad, because if Kurt wanted to play basketball against anyone, it should only be one on one with him. And there were many, many more implications of 'one on one'. And damn it, Blaine meant every. single. one.
Voici, mes amis! Reviews (thoughts, comments, your favorite part, ideas for other chapters, etc) are love! But remember that I love you guys more than anything ('cept Chris, Darren, and Klaine), regardless! Thanks a bunch :)
