A/N: Here you go! Enjoy!


It was at the very least to say, unnerving.

But he supposes that it was somehow his fault.

After all, he was Blaine Anderson, Captain Oblivious of the Dapper Ship. It was almost second nature for him to act appropriate, and polite, and courteous, and be a gentleman all the time. Of course, he was the only son of Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, the social elites of the upper class.

That was, until he met Kurt Hummel.

Kurt was flamboyant. He had supreme confidence and self-esteem that Blaine couldn't even muster. The counter tenor had enough guts to actually want to sing a traditional girl's song. He had enough courage to face the taunting and the bullying of the Neanderthals that coexisted with him in his school—the very place where homophobes were common. The very place where bullying and being slushied and shoved into the lockers and dumped into the dumpster was perfectly normal because he himself wasn't.

Although, no matter how cautious and cold and snarky and intimidating Kurt looked like on the outside, he was actually a sensitive, scared, and vulnerable boy underneath. And despite the fact that he talks superior to everybody else, he truly cares for the people he trusts the most.

And that was one of the reasons why Blaine Anderson fell in love with him.

It was also the same reason why Blaine was sort of dying that week.

When he had meant courage, it also meant stubbornness. Kurt Hummel was one of the most stubborn people he had ever met. What he wanted, he got it.

But that probably changed when he met Blaine, the curly haired soloist was sure himself. Sure, he was often viewed as the biggest sappy hopeless romantic amongst all the Warblers. Sure, he was a bit of an attention whore. Sure, he was as dapper as the pocket watch he carried with him everywhere.

But what Kurt failed to know was that Blaine Anderson's motto in life was also the same as his.

The others may not know it. But once Blaine Anderson made up his mind, he would go all the way with that decision. He was just as stubborn as Kurt was. And admittedly, the only reason as to why he always gave in was that…

…Well, he was crazy about him.


Blaine Anderson does not give up.

That wasn't in his nature at all. He would always stick to the end, despite the severity of the whole situation. It was one of the principles he had in life. And he had followed through it graciously.

Although, for the first time ever in his life, the Blaine Anderson wished he could take back his words— if he could, he would take them in less than a heartbeat. Never had he regretted the words coming out from his mouth.

It had only been more or less, a week ever since Kurt's little outburst during 'the-incident-concerning-Kurt's-virginity-protection-but-shall-not-be-named', as Finn dubbed the mortifying happening. It had only been a short period since Blaine admitted in front of witnesses that he wouldn't advance on Kurt, not until he was officially thirty anyway.

It had only been a week ever since Kurt was playing out his revenge.

Oh, he was pretty sure that the countertenor was humoring him.

That he was getting back at him.

It had only been a week, but he was pretty much dying already.

Kurt took each and every bit of Blaine and Finn's protection for his innocence seriously…A little bit too seriously. Blaine thought that Kurt was being his usually dramatic self for even going as far as to certain extremities to keep up with the proposal. But somehow, something was off. Something was missing. As if a vital clue was still in hiding. Blaine couldn't put his finger on it.

But all he knew was that Kurt changed. Not just mood swing changed. But hey I'm actually sincere changed. For one, whenever they were together, Kurt made sure to keep his distance from Blaine. He would reassure the boy that he wasn't mad or anything—that he just didn't want to be tempted. Blaine understood, though a bit bewildered. And another thing was their little 'make out sessions'. Usually, it would begin innocently. They would be cuddling on the couch, either a Disney movie or a good romcom playing. Then, they would share little kisses throughout the movie. And then, Kurt would usually give him some kind of hint (in case Blaine was too oblivious) and they would spend the remainder of the movie with their lips locked—ending when Kurt usually pushes the boundaries, straddling him and doing sinful things with his hands, leaving Blaine flustered and un-dapper and hungry for more. Blaine would gently push him off of him, give him the usual explanation, Kurt would pout but things would go back to normal. End of story.

Now, they didn't even have those intimate sessions anymore! Not that he was desperate for it. But somehow, they regressed back to brief kisses and cuddles—no more no less. Blaine asked him at one point and Kurt answered him with what he considered an angelic expression ("I'm just behaving like a good boy, Blaine.")

Blaine would at this point, believe him. He was somehow afraid that Kurt was going to dump him and go sign up at the next monastery he saw. But he remembered that Kurt was an atheist, and somehow, that made him feel a bit better.

And that relief would abruptly disappear whenever he saw his boyfriend in those ridiculous outfits he anally planned god knows when. Kurt might be suppressing his desires and feelings, but he would never hold back on the latest fashion trend. Blaine was sure that Kurt was sometimes sporting pieces from a bondage website…Not that he personally checked or anything.

But really? The outfits Kurt would be wearing…Those jeans, were they just painted on his skin? And well, damn, he couldn't help but stare whenever Kurt would bend over to tie his knee-high boots (which he was sure he did on purpose), or simply whenever Kurt's back faced him. Don't even let him get started on the different tops that Kurt paired with those godsinful pants.

As long as Blaine could remember, Kurt would dress himself in layers and layers of clothes. He was quite conservative, when it came to his body. And Blaine liked that. But these past few days…

Kurt would wear something that would expose his right shoulder (did he mention that he had a shoulder fetish?) or make his collarbones visibly seen (his favorite place to mark Kurt) or wear those deliciouslywrong thin cotton V-necked shirts. The worse day, Blaine decided, was when Kurt chose to wear a fitted leather top. Blaine avoided his boyfriend like he was the plague.

Sometimes, Blaine really hated fashion.


As soon as last period's bell rang, Blaine, Puck, Mike, and Finn, who all had Spanish together, sighed in relief as they walked with Mr. Schue towards the choir room.

Santa, Brittany, and Quinn were already there. The otherwise dubbed as the 'Unholy Trinity' were now staring at Blaine with a smirk on their lips. Nervously giving them a somewhat polite smile, he cautiously chose his seat at the farthest row. Automatically, the seat next to him was saved for his boyfriend. Hang on, where was Kurt anyway?

"Oh he'll be here", Quinn patted his arm comfortingly.

Should he be nervous?

Just then, Tina entered the room, glancing at Blaine with a rather smug smirk before sitting down next to her boyfriend. The couple then shared an 'Asian' kiss. Rachel followed after, skipping her way in and automatically sitting next to Finn. Sam and Lauren followed in after her, chatting about some comic book they were both into. Artie entered last.

Huh. So Rachel wasn't part of whatever the glee girls schemed, Blaine figured.

"Okay, is everybody here?" Mr. Schue glanced at everybody, trying to figure out who wasn't there. "Wait, where's Mercedes and Kurt?"

As if on cue, Mercedes walked in. "Present." Blaine strained his neck to get a glimpse of his boyfriend, who he was sure was walking behind her—

Holy sweet Jesus.

Blaine almost choked in his own spit. Was thatwashow?

See? He couldn't even form complete sentences in his mind anymore.

Following Mercedes was a tall, lean, porcelain-skinned guy. His hair was styled in a messy albeit very Elvis-esque manner. And it was fucking sexy. His eyes were an electrifying blue, his cheeks dusted with a rosy hue, and his perfect small, pink, soft lips were curled into a sexy confident smirk.

To his surprise, it was none other than Kurt Hummel himself.

His ridiculously gorgeous, breath-taking, perfect, sexy boyfriend.

"Alright, now that everybody's here—uuh…Kurt?" The teacher gave him a once-over. "Are you having some kind of problem again? Is this some kind of phase?" He frowned.

An amused soft laugh was Kurt's reply. It sounded something similar to the gentle tinkling of wind chimes yet it somewhat sent shivers down Blaine's spine. Why on earth was Kurt dressed that way? Not that he was questioning his fashion sense or anything. Most of all, why wasn't Kurt seated next to him?

"Yeah, dude", Finn chimed in uncomfortably, "I mean, I could give way for Burt and you. I could like, totally hang out with Mom this weekend or something."

Kurt just laughed again, sitting coolly next to Brittany and Santana. "It's nothing to worry about Mr. Schue. It's not a problem or a phase this time either. If I may, I actually prepared a little number for today."

Mr. Schue hesitantly gestured towards the open floor. "Would you want to…?"

"No, I could wait."

"Okay", the older man glanced at him sideways before continuing his tirade. "Sectionals are coming up! So, in order for us to prepare, we're going to have—"

Blaine heard Mercedes scoff. "Don't tell me there's another boys vs. girls, Mr. Schue."

There was? That was totally cool! Since he studied at Dalton, an exclusive school for boys, he never really had the chance to compete with girls vocally, much less than interact with them. So whatever this boys versus girls was, he was totally down with it.

"Actually no, Mercedes", Mr. Schue grinned excitedly. Then he went over the whiteboard and wrote the word 'Unique'. "To gear up for Sectionals, the judges would be finding something new, something fresh, and something completely different. So, your assignment for this week would be to perform a song that would surprise everybody. Something that they won't expect you to do."

Blaine was happy with the assignment. It was his first ever assignment as part of the New Directions. And already, he had like, a gazillion songs he wanted to do in his head. Something new, something fresh—a Disney song, maybe? Or was that too predictable of him? Maybe a rap song? He'll ask Artie to help him…

Out of the corner of his eye, the ex-Warbler saw Brittany and Santana link their pinkies together, as if they were actually purring with excitement about the given work.

"This would be perfect then", he heard Kurt say to Tina. And then Blaine felt as if someone was staring at him. He turned to Kurt's direction so fast he almost got whip lashed. And—ohholyfuck.

Blaine Anderson never really swore that much but damn.

From underneath those long lashes, his boyfriend was staring at him shyly. Blue eyes bore into his, as if conveying a message. Blaine never thought his Kurt would look so innocent and adorable—

That exact moment, Santana leaned over to whisper something to Kurt. And then Kurt's eyes widened a fraction. His hesitant smile changed into that same damned confident smirk again. The way Kurt never broke his eye contact with Blaine that meant something was going to happen.

"Kurt?" Mr. Schue called the boy to attention. "You were saying something?"

Breaking his gaze from his boyfriend for a minute, Kurt turned to his teacher and bit his lip. Now or never, he thought nervously. "As I've said before, Mr. Schue, I prepared a small number for today. And now that I think about it, it perfectly fits your assignment. So, if I may?"

"Sure, sure", the teacher gave way.

Before standing up, Kurt turned to look at his (already flustered and way beyond confused) boyfriend. He threw him a flirty smile and a wink, and internally giggled as he watched the way he squirmed in his seat. Slowly walking his way towards the piano, he leaned against it coolly. Unable to contain herself, Tina wolf whistled. She earned herself shouts of agreement from the other glee girls.

"As you all know, I am probably the most confident person in this club. And I meant that in a good way, unlike some", he paused to glare at Rachel, "and I have the most impeccable taste in fashion. At least, among the guys, that's for sure. Anyways, paired with Mr. Schue's assignment for this week, I'm going to do a number that would help me gain confidence amongst other things…Namely, being sexy—"

"Boy, have you forgotten how I had a crush on you before I found out that you were as gay as the fourth of July? That's crazy talk", Mercedes shook her head.

"You're definitely the best kisser ever, Kurt", Brittany quipped. Santa purred as she nodded in agreement. "Britt's right, Porcelain. If you only had no boyfriend, and you're wearing that, I'd so tap you right now." She paused. "I changed my mind. Not that anyone in a relationship ever stopped me from doing anything."

Blaine bit back a growl in his throat.

"Thank you Mercedes, Brittany, and…Santana", Kurt continued. "But as I was saying, it seems like I am not good at being 'sexy'. A little bird told me that I actually looked like I was having gas pains or something."

"Is it Woody Woodpecker?" Brittany asked, receiving a weird look from Blaine and Sam.

Puck and Finn couldn't help but snort at that comment. Sam elbowed Finn, but he was snickering as well. On the other hand, Blaine felt as if he was stabbed by a knife on the back. He really did believe in karma…He just didn't expect to be the receiving end of it.

"So, this number's dedicated to my boyfriend", all eyes turned to Blaine, "I hope his opinion changes after this little…performance", Kurt practically purred the last bit as he gestured for Brittany and Santana to join him. The two cheerios happily jumped down towards him, linking their pinkies together.

And this was a particularly good view to really…stare at his gorgeous boyfriend. He definitely chose to dress oppositely from his usual flamboyant outfits. Kurt was wearing red plaid button down shirt, with all the buttons unbuttoned, a white muscle shirt underneath, some darky skinny (god they were painted on his skin) jeans and black converse—all in all, some kind of 60's fashion, without the leather jacket drama.

But damn. His boyfriend looked so…deliciously boyish.

Kurt grabbed the microphone, a vintage one (a 55Shure A), another Elvis-esque piece. He glanced at Blaine, smirked, and then winked.

You build me up, you knock me down

You provoke a smile, make me frown

You are the queen of runaround

You know it's true

The usual quiet high-pitched tone of his deepened an octave, turning to a somewhat husky yet utterly seductive melody. Blaine shivered.

You chew me up, spit me out

Enjoy the taste I leave in your mouth

Then Kurt did the unexpected, he swiped the top of the microphone with his thumb, imagining that it was something else that he was touching at that moment. And then all the while staring at Blaine, with half-lidded eyes, he licked his lips.

Blaine was far too gone in the moment to even acknowledge Finn's somewhat horrified look on him, mouthing the accusing and disbelieving 'Dude.'

You look at me, I look at you

Neither of us know what to do

Slyly, he curled his leg around the stand, as his hand gripped the microphone tightly, and his free one to the base of it. Ever so slowly, he began to run his calf up and down of the stand in a provoking manner. Beside him, Brittany and Santana began to raise their arms and sway their hips to the beat of the music.

There may not be another way to your heart

So I guess I better find a new way in

"And I shiver when I hear your name", Kurt literally did shiver a little. And it made Blaine want to get inside his head. Oh god, he really wanted to.

Think about you but it's not the same

I won't be satisfied until I'm under your skin

At that exact moment, Kurt dragged his fingertips from his jaw down to his neck, lingering in there, teasingly hovering above his collarbones. And Blaine bit his lip harshly, just to swallow back the moan that was threatening to spill out eagerly.

The next verse was beginning, and Brittany and Santana managed to drag two chairs, turning them backwards, and then straddling them. "Immobilized by the thought of you", Kurt sang, dramatically hanging his head low, only to peek from underneath his eyelashes, and smirking at his boyfriend. Brittany and Santana both stood up and pressed their body against each other.

"Paralyzed by the sight of you", the countertenor's eyes briefly closed, some sort of sinful ecstasy etching into his expression. At the same time, Santana's arms snaked down to Brittany's waist, inevitably pulling her closer, as the blonde unintentionally arched her back. Puck and the other jocks began to squirm uncomfortably in their seats. "Hypnotized by the words you say", Brittany ran her hands through Santana's already messed up hair. "Not true but I believe them anyway", just that, Santana leaned in a bit closer, lips centimeters away.

Finn's hands became increasingly sweaty, as he leaned forward intuitively.

"So come to bed it's getting late", Kurt made a 'come-hither' gesture at Blaine before swaying his hips lowly, once. "There's no time for us to waste", he brought his finger to his lips. "Remember how my body tastes", he let go of the microphone stand, his hand running through his hair, while the other one was slowly making its way down his stomach. He leaned back a little, baring his long elegant neck. "I feel your heart begin to race", Kurt closed his eyes, pulling at his hair slightly and crumpling his top. At the same time, Santana slapped Brittany's ass before separating from her, earning a barely heard whimper from the blonde.

There may not be another way to your heart

So I guess I better find a new way in

Kurt did the same thing as he did the first chorus, he curled his leg around the stand before subtly grinding himself against it, mouth in an 'o'-shaped form, eyes closed in a delirious fantasy, his arms tightly holding the microphone head. "And I shiver when I hear your name", he shivered as Brittany and Santana both decided to lick and nibble at his ears simultaneously. "Oh", he mewled, totally out of the plan. Nevertheless, it earned various (arousedandsupressed) reactions from their audience.

Think about you but it's not the same

I won't be satisfied until I'm under your skin

"Yeah, yeah, yeah", the countertenor gently pushed the two girls away, only to bring them closer to him, both of their bodies flushed against his, legs tangled, arms roaming on his chest. There was a short interval after the chorus. And the newly founded arousing trio used it to produce a little skit. After much grinding and ear and neck assaulting (to which Blaine's hands dug into his seat, clenched and white, and expression jealous and flaring and he was his goddammit), the pair tried to remove Kurt's polo, but only succeeding to push it down his shoulders, revealing white milky skin and ohmygodhisshoulders , half-trapping the countertenor's movements. "Oh", Kurt continued to sing, deliciously shuddering as Santana and Brittany dipped their heads and licked his clothed chest, tongues touching on the way.

What? That was totally near to clothed sex! Mr. Schue would definitely—Blaine turned to see that their teacher was gone, not physically, but in other aspects. He was pretty much the same as all the other people in the Glee Club (including the girls, who were pouting at Kurt because apparently, he didn't choose them to be in the position the sex-on-legs-duo were doing that moment).

"I feel your heart begin to race", Kurt yelled, voice perfectly hitting the note. He pushed his partners away, reclaiming the microphone stand. By that time, his pale skin was flushed, his eyes were glazed, and it was as if he was having sex as he sung. Blaine grabbed his bag to cover his…certain problem. He glanced, and sure enough, the other guys already had something on their laps.

There may not be another way to your heart

So I guess I better find a new way in

He grabbed the microphone head, removed it from the stand, and then went in front of it. Clutching the microphone with his hand, and then he gripped the other from behind with his arm as he shamelessly rubbed his ass on it twice. "And I shiver when I hear your name", he flicked those pleading eyes at Blaine. And Blaine was already sweating and he was so fucking close and—

Think about you but it's not the same

I won't be satisfied until I'm under your skin

He thrashed his head from side to side, all the while biting his lips as he rested the microphone next to his lips. Repeating the chorus again, Santana came up from behind Kurt, draping a leg over his hip, her hand cupping his jaw, her arm around his waist, and Brittany was in front of him, hands caressing his chest as she moved her body up and down, over and over again.

There may not be another way to your heart

So I guess I better find a new way in

And I shiver when I hear your name

Think about you but it's not the same

At this point, Blaine was sure that the three of them were grinding at each other now. Santana was busy slipping her hand under Kurt's shirt and her mouth sucking his neck, leaving behind small marks, purring and moaning obscenely as she did so. Brittany on the other hand was now dragging her nails, over Kurt's neck, chest, she made sure she grazed his nipples, before unmercifully digging them to his stomach, crescent moon-marks left behind, slightly aching but bringing him over the edge all the more. And then from where Santana lifted Kurt's shirt up a little, the blonde began to attack it with her lips, sucking, nibbling, and doing all other possible things.

On the other hand, Kurt seemed to be enjoying it, his hair was messed up, his eyes half-lidded and clouded with lust staring at Blaine intensely, skin flushed and sweaty, his clothing ruined, his hand cradling Santana's head, while the other was still holding the microphone, grasping to it so desperately as if it was the last thing to hold his sanity before he drowned into the sea of dizzying breath-taking sensations.

"I won't be satisfied until I'm under your skin", Kurt literally groaned the last word, ending the song with a high-pitched cross between a mewl and a whimper. With that, Blaine distinctively heard a guy whimper along with him—Finn?—but he was certain that the rest of the Glee girls just shivered and panted and were sweaty and their eyes were closed.

As the last melody of the song resonated, the room was filled with silence. Only the sounds of gasps, of pleasured pants, and the utter sound of relief reassured that everybody else somehow made it through the whole thing.

The trio slumped down unto the floor—flushed, sweaty, but there were blissful grins on their faces as if their reactions were what they planned for in the first place.

"So", Kurt panted after a while, breaking the now awkward silence, "what do you guys think?"

Nobody could utter a single word. The guys were red, as if they were somewhat ashamed of something. And the girls were spent, lazily smiling back at them. Mr. Schue's expression was as if he had witnessed a live threesome in front of him, and he didn't know if he should be grateful that he had future porn stars as students, or worried that it might affect his teacher persona. And Blaine?

Blaine was still on edge, refusing his own pleasure to remain stubborn. Hell, if his fucking boyfriend was the cause of this, then his fucking boyfriend should at the very least, finish him, right?

Puck was the first to speak up. "Wow, that was…Fuck, that was even better than porn."

"Puck", Mr. Schue warned, though it was kind of feeble. "Watch your language."

"I think you might get me pregnant again without even touching me", Quinn fanned herself. Sam stared at her dubiously. "And here I thought my boyfriend's abs was the hottest thing I've ever seen", Tina wiped the sweat off her forehead. Mike could only blush and tear his eyes away from Kurt, Santana, and Brittany, masses of limbs tangled on the floor.

Rachel didn't know what to make of it. For the first time in her life, she finally understood what Finn and the other dumb jocks felt about…this. "I think that I speak on behalf of everyone that that definitely was…hot. And perfect for Sectionals. The judges would either excuse themselves for the comfort room, or die of heart attack due to so much sexiness, or sweat and—"

"Okay", Finn cut in, "too much information, Rachel." He already looked uncomfortable enough as it is.

"You could totally do a repeat performance of that any day, just so you know y'all", Artie air pumped halfheartedly. "And if you change your mind about it, you know me being part of the AV Club and all…"

"Oh my god dude, that's my little brother you're talking about in there!"

Mercedes snorted. "I doubt that I could see your 'little brother' in the same light ever again. I mean…It was just…"

"Wanky", Santana suggested, settling Kurt in between her legs and hugging him. Brittany meanwhile rested against Kurt's chest, so they were like a human sandwich. Mercedes agreed with the Latina for the first time.

"Anyways, our opinions don't even matter", Mercedes grinned evilly. Her eyes scanned out a lone, stiff, frustrated figure sitting alone on the top row, eyes fixed on her best friend. "I think it's up to Kurt's boyfriend on the whole evaluation."

For the second time that afternoon, all eyes turned to Blaine.

"Blaine?"


A/N: Oh shit. I'm sorry for this long chapter. There will be one after this, a reaction from Blaine (trust me, that alone needs an entire whole chapter by itself) along with the Epilogue. So one more chapter and this one's done! I'm going to finish three more (fics) this week.

And may I say, I had to stop and reconsider what I was writing because while listening to the song, and imagining the three of them, I was afraid that this might turn on to a full-fledged smut with exhibitionism as the main kink. *winces*

Or maybe, I should leave it as it is? *considers* you guys tell me. :/

Anyways, review! :')

Song: Shiver – Maroon 5