A/N: So I would like to start of by, once again, thanking everyone who reviewed, favourited and added this story to their story alerts. It really means alot. I would especially like to thank: xXxShannahBunnyxXx, ProtegoMyPotato and Uriah Cullen, who all suggested songs. It is much appreciated, since I was utterly lost as to what they could sing.

I also want to apologize for the lateness of this chapter. I had a slight case of writers block, but never fear, i managed to alleviate it. I will try to get chapters up quicker in the future. Anyway. Enjoy chapter four!


Kurt and the other Warbler boys sat in silence, nervously awaiting the arrival of their

newest member. Thad drummed his fingers against the top of the table he was sat at.

"Are you sureyou told him four, Kurt?" He asked for what seemed to Kurt like the millionth time.

"I'm sure." Kurt replied, giving an exasperated sigh.

"Well, it's four ten now, I was just checking." Thad snapped. Just as Kurt opened his mouth to give a snippy retort, the doors burst open and in strode Blaine, flanked by his two henchmen, Wes and David.

"Hey, everyone! So sorry to keep you waiting." Blaine said, with a smile, his tone dripping insincerity. "The boys and I were just preparing a number. Want to hear it?"

Without waiting for a reply, David slid a CD into the boom box and hit play. Blaine gave a huge grin, then opened his mouth and began to sing:

"Baby girl, where you at?

Got no strings got men attached

Can't stop that feelin' for long no

Mmmm

You makin' dogs wanna beg,

Breakin' them off your fancy legs

But they make you feel right at home, now

As he sang, Blaine walked right up to where Kurt was sat, grinning suggestively. Kurt felt his cheeks turn a delicate shade of fuchsia as the other Warblers turned to stare. As Blaine continued to sing, Wes and David took up the backing vocals.

(Ohhhh)

"See all these illusions just take us too long

(Ohhhh)

And I want it bad

Because you walk pretty

Because you talk pretty

'Cause you make me sick

And I'm not leavin', till you're leavin'

(Ahhh)

Oh I swear there's something when she's pumpin'

Asking for a raise

(Ohhhh)

Does she want me to carry her home now?

(Ohhh)

Does she want me to buy her things?

On my house, on my job

On my loot, shoes, my shirt

My crew, my mind, my father's last name?

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand, pulling him to his feet, and into a close embrace. Kurt wriggled free, cheeks glowing even brighter as he backed away, Blaine hot on his heels as he, Wes and David sang the chorus:

(Ahhhh)

"When I get you alone.

When I get you alone, babe

When I get you alone

When I get you alone

(Ahhhhh, ohhh)

Come on

Yeah, yeah!

Baby girl, you the shit

God makes you my equivalent

You can keep your toys in the drawer tonight

Alright

All my dogs talkin' fast

Ain't you got some photographs?

Cause you shook that room like a star, now

Yes you did, yes you did

Blaine span and twirled, laughing as he advanced on Kurt. Kurt backed away as fast as he could, but David and Wes were closing in from opposite directions to Blaine. He was trapped.

(Oohhhh)

All these intrusions just take us too long

(Ohhhh)

And I want you so bad

Because you walk city

Because you talk city

Because you make me sick

And I'm not leavin' till you're leavin'

(Ahhhh)

I pray there's something she ain't bluffin'

Rubbin' up on me

(Ohhh)

Does she want me to make a vow?

Check it

(Ohhh)

Does she want me to, make it now?

On my house, on my job

On my loot, shoes, my voice

My crew, my mind, my father's last name?

When I get you alone…

When I get you alone, babe

When I get you alone…

When I get you alone (lone)

When I get you alone!

(Ohhh, ohh!)

Blaine finished the song by pulling Kurt into a twirl, dipping him, and pecking him on the cheek. Kurt was sure that, as the rest of the Warblers broke into spontaneous applause, his face was a fetching shade of tomato red. He ripped his hand from Blaine's grip and headed back to his seat, hoping fervently that his complexion would right itself.

Just as he got to his seat, Jeff grinned at him, winking saucily. Kurt felt his cooling cheeks heat up again in a rush, and gave Jeff his best glare. He trained his eyes on his hands as Thad started up the meeting.

"Thank you for, er, that, Blaine, Wes and David. And, of course, welcome to the Warblers. We hope you'll have fun here. Now, we have to decide on our setlist for Sectionals." Thad said, imperiously. He seemed to think that he was in charge. One look in Blaine's direction would have told anyone something quite different.

"Excuse me, uh.." Blaine said, standing.

"Thad." He said, looking at the shorter boy with a strange mix of admiration, fear and annoyance.

"Excuse me, Thad, but I think I'll take it from here." Blaine said, his tone once again dripping with insincerity and faux-politeness. Thad opened his mouth to protest, but Blaine just looked at him and raised his eyebrows, as if to say: Are you really going to test me? Thad quickly snapped his mouth shut again, setting it into a firm line of disapproval. "So, how many songs do we need exactly for this thingamywhatsit for sectionals?" He asked, his gaze trained pointedly on Kurt.

Nick, who happened to be seated closest to Kurt, gave him a quick kick. Kurt's head jerked upwards, and instantly his gaze locked with Blaine's.

"Oh, uhmm, we need three songs for our setlist for Sectionals." He said quickly.

"Awesome. Naturally, I'll be singing lead, right Kurt?" Blaine smirked.

"WHAT?" Thad cried indignantly. Kurt fixed him with a "Bitch, please" stare.

"You didn't ask his conditions, did you? Well this is what you get. As I recall, you said: 'whatever the conditions. We don't care. Tell him he's in.'" Kurt said, rolling his eyes. Thad scowled, but didn't protest any further.

"So, these were some songs I had in mind for me to sing…" Blaine began.


Before Kurt knew it, it was the night before Sectionals and he had been at Dalton for two whole weeks. Once Blaine and the others had joined the Warblers, things had really started looking up for Kurt.

To his surprise, Blaine actually had some good ideas for song selections, and, to Kurt's delight, appointed him his deputy, since he had done all this before. The Warblers were able to vote on songs and start practicing by the end of Blaine's first meeting.

Kurt smiled to himself. He was in his room, standing in front of his full-length mirror and going over the choreography for the last number. Suddenly, there was a low rapping sound. Kurt frowned. Someone was knocking on his door? He wondered who it could be. It was getting pretty late, and he was just about to start his moisturizing routine and then get to be relatively early. He wanted to be fresh for the competition.

When he did not answer the door after a few moments, the rapping sounded out again, louder this time. Kurt rolled his eyes, reluctantly going to the door, getting ready to thoroughly chew out whoever it was who was disturbing him. The words died on his lips, however, when he laid eyes on the boy standing in the corridor.

"Hey, Hummel." Blaine.

"Oh. It's you. What do you want, Blaine?" Kurt asked, giving a little sigh. Blaine reached forward and grabbed Kurt by the wrist, pulling him towards him roughly.

"You." Blaine whispered huskily, sending a shiver down Kurt's spine. "Or have you forgotten my second condition?"

"N-n-no! B-but curfew is in like, half an hour!" Kurt stammered, feeling his cheeks begin to glow pink.

"Screw curfew." Blaine murmured, pulling him down the corridor. Kurt knew better than to argue, so he just let Blaine lead him to his room.

They reached Blaine's room, and the boy in question threw open the door and sauntered in, pulling Kurt after him. He shut the door with a well-aimed kick and motioned toward the bed. Kurt when over to it gingerly, and sat with his back pressed against the headboard, his legs stretched out in front of him. Blaine smirked, walking over quickly. Without hesitation, he scrambled up onto the bed and climbed on top of Kurt. He balanced on his knees, one leg on either side of Kurt's hips.

"So Kurt. You ever had a boyfriend before?" He asked casually. Kurt flushed deeper.

"Uh… no. I had a girlfriend for like a week last but that was just because.. Well, just because I was trying to convince my dad I was straight. It didn't work." Kurt trailed off, realizing he was rambling, something he tended to do when nervous. He felt his blush worsen as Blaine raised an eyebrow, grinning.

"So does that mean you've never… Kissed a boy before?" Blaine asked with the casual air one might employ when asking about something inconsequential, like the weather or the date. That did it. Kurt's face was now so hot he felt you could probably fry an egg on it. He shook his head slowly.

"N-no. N-not really. Not properly." He stuttered. Blaine quirked an eyebrow again at this, but did not inquire further.

"So this will be your first time at…" Blaine paused, seemingly searching for the right word. "Intimacy." He settled with, sending another shiver down Kurt's spine as he reached up a hand to cup the taller boy's cheek. Kurt watched, transfixed, as Blaine's tongue flicked out and moistened his soft-looking pink lips. Instinctively, Kurt mimicked the action. He gulped. Blaine gave a small chuckle and leaned a little closer.

"I'm going to kiss you now.." He announced nonchalantly. Kurt's heartbeat sped into over drive, his mind reeling. What should he do? What if he was a bad kisser? What if- Blaine pressed his lips to his in a chaste, close-mouthed kiss, successfully cutting off his thoughts.

"I thought we'd start of with something easy.." Blaine said with a wink, after he'd pulled away. After a moment, he leaned back in. This time, the kiss was open mouthed. Kurt's lips moved, seemingly of their own accord, in synchronization with Blaine's. His heart was beating like he had just run a marathon, and there was a strange fluttering sensation in his stomach, but overall, it wasn't all that bad kissing Blaine. Actually, it felt pretty good. Amazing, even.

All too soon, Blaine pulled away, smirking when Kurt gave little whimper of disappointment. Kurt looked at that self-satisfied smirk for a second, and then he leant in and crashed their lips together for a third time, getting rid of the smirk. Blaine gave a small squeak of surprise, but quickly relaxed into the kiss, overpowering Kurt to take the lead. He ran his tongue over Kurt's bottom lip hungrily, seeking entrance. Kurt opened his mouth willingly and Blaine's tongue slipped inside, dancing with his own. Blaine sucked Kurt's bottom lip into his mouth, biting down on it lightly, eliciting a low moan from Kurt.

When Blaine finally pulled away, both boys were breathless. Kurt's fingers were tangled in Blaine's curls and Blaine's own hand had come to a rest cupping the back of Kurt's neck. Kurt's eyes fluttered shut as he breathed deeply, trying desperately to slow the crazy beating of his heart. He had almost forgotten about Blaine when he felt a warm, wet pressure on his neck. He gave a soft gasp of pleasure, his eyes snapping open as he arched his back, throwing his head backward and giving Blaine more soft, pale skin to ravish.

Blaine's lips moved slowly on the soft, smooth skin of Kurt's neck. He sucked a little, biting down slightly, loving the little noises this got out of Kurt. Just then, Kurt spotted a clock in the corner of his eye. He looked at it, did a slight double take, and swore, pushing Blaine off of him and jumping up.

"Shit! Blaine, its like half ten already! If the hall monitors find me in here we are totally screwed!" He hissed, smoothing down his – now slightly rumpled – uniform.

"Babe. Chillax. They always check the freshmen's rooms first. Then the sophomore's. Then Junior's. They have two whole floors to check before they get even near us." Blaine said calmly, running a hand through his mussed hair.

"Wait a second. Since when was I your 'babe'?" Kurt snapped. "And no, I won't chillax. I'm going back to my room now. I'll see you tomorrow." With that, he left, slamming the door on his way out.


The next morning, Kurt sat in front of his mirror, sighing as he examined the bruise on his neck. Damn Blaine. Damn Blaine for giving him a hickey on the night before Sectionals. Damn Blaine for making him stay up until past midnight with a racing heart and swollen lips, thoughts swirling around his head like buzzing bees. Damn Blaine for haunting his dreams when he finally did get to sleep. He gave another exasperated sigh and rubbed some concealer onto the bruise. He prayed that it wouldn't come off. If any of his New Directions friends found out he had a hickey he would never hear the end of it.

He combed his hair into place and got up, stretching as he made his way down to the coach that would transport the twelve Warblers to Sectionals. When he arrived, the rest of the group were already there.

"Ah! Kurt!" Thad called. "We can go now. Everyone onto the coach!" At that, eleven boys simultaneously rushed for the small door of the coach, resulting in a lot of shoving, pushing and swearing. Kurt rolled his eyes, standing back. He was the last on the coach. Blaine was sat at the very back, behind Wes and David. He caught Kurt's eye and winked suggestively but Kurt just ignored him, sitting in the middle of the coach on his own. He pulled out his iphone and put some music on, plugging in his headphones. He spent the whole journey staring out of the window and trying to figure out his feelings for Blaine.

There was certainly something there. He could just never figure out what. Some days he felt totally smitten with Blaine, like he all he wanted was to kiss him, and touch him and love him. But other days he utterly despised the boy. Some days he flipped from one emotion to another. He hated not knowing where he stood. He had to either like or dislike this guy. But things were far too confusing with Blaine. One minute he would be being all nice and lovey and romantic, and the next he would come out with some snide comment or a moody retort. Kurt pulled a face.

Kurt jumped violently. Someone was poking him. He pulled out one ear bud and turned to face whoever wanted his attention so badly. It was Jeff.

"We're here, Kurt. Off the bus!" He said excitedly, giving a little skip as he headed toward the door. Kurt stowed his phone in his bag and made his way off the bus. As he did so, he caught sight of a very familiar short, slightly chubby dark-skinned girl. Mercedes! He suppressed a squeal of excitement and hurried toward where she were standing.

"Mercedes!" He called. Seeing him, his best girlfriend broke into a beam.

"Oh, Kurty! I missed you so much, white boy!" She cried, throwing her arms around his neck. He winced, hoping she didn't rub off any of his concealer.

"Hey, 'Cedes! Its great to see you! How's life with the New Directions?" Kurt asked cheerily. She grimaced.

"Its.. Well… As can be expected. Full of drama." Mercedes said. Kurt tilted his head.

"What's going on now?" He asked. She opened her mouth to tell him, but at that point, Blaine came strolling up.

"Kurt. We have to go in and register, then Thad wants us in the green room. C'mon." He said, shoving his hands into his pockets, his gorgeous features marred by a stony scowl.

"Alright. I'll see you later, 'Cedes!" Kurt said, giving Mercedes one last hug before hurrying away with Blaine. Just seconds later, he felt his phone vibrate inside his bag. He whipped it out. There was a text from Mercedes:

Spill, white boy. Who's the moody hottie who kept giving you looks? M x

Kurt rolled his eyes, and thumbed in a reply.

The moody 'hottie' would be Blaine. He's our lead soloist. He seems to, uh, have a bit of a thing for me. K x

Mercedes' reply was almost instant.

A thing for you! What kind of a thing? M xx

"Kurt!" Came an irritated voice. He looked up to see Blaine a ways ahead of him. "Quit texting and hurry the hell up! The others are going to be wondering where we are!"

"So-rry Mr. Grumpypants.." Kurt muttered, putting his phone back in his bag and catching Blaine up. They reached the green room quickly, and changed into their costumes. They were dark blue denim skinny jeans, white fitted v-neck tees and black leather jackets. They just screamed 'Bad boy'. Kurt found a mirror and did his hair in a sexy, wild, slightly mussed style before spraying it liberally with hairspray so it would stay in place.

"Okay everyone. We're up second, so lets do some warm-ups and go over the first song. Is everyone pumped?" Thad said. He received a chorus of 'Yeah's and 'Duh's as the boys began to warm up their voices.

Before Kurt knew what was going on, they were heading onto the stage and getting into their starting positions. His heart began to race with adrenaline and nerves. The music began to play and the curtain rose. Blaine shook his head, and began to sing, the rest of the Warblers singing back-up:

"Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me

I ain't sharpest tool in the shed

She was looking kind of dumb with her fingers and her thumb

In the shape of an 'L' on her forehead

Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming

Back to the rule and I hit the ground running

Didn't make sense not to live for fun

You're brain gets smart but your head gets dumb

So much to do so much to see

So what's wrong with taking the back streets

You'll never know if you don't go

You'll never shine if you don't glow

Hey now, you're an all-star,

Get your game on, go play

Hey now you're an rock star

Get the show on get paid

All that glitters is gold

Only shooting stars break the mould

It's a cool place and they say it gets colder
You're bundled up now but wait 'til you get older
But the meteor men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture

The ice we skate is getting pretty thin
The waters getting warm so you might as well swim
My world's on fire how about yours
That's the way I like it and I never get bored

Hey now, you're an all-star,

Get your game on, go play

Hey now you're an rock star

Get the show on get paid

All that glitters is gold

Only shooting stars break the mould

Hey now, you're an all-star,

Get your game on, go play

Hey now you're an rock star

Get the show on get paid

All that glitters is gold

Only shooting stars break the mould

Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas
I need to get myself away from this place
I said yep what a concept
I could use a little fuel myself
And we could all use a little change
Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Back to the rule and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow

Hey now, you're an all-star,

Get your game on, go play

Hey now you're an rock star

Get the show on get paid

All that glitters is gold

Only shooting stars break the mould

Kurt grinned widely from his finishing pose. He had remembered the whole of the choreography perfectly, and the crowd loved it. He saw the New Directions standing up and clapping loudly, cheering him on. His grin widened.

The rest of the set list went off without a hitch. Blaine sang beautifully, there were no noticeable choreography slip-ups and the crowd cheered wildly at the end of each song. Blaine's sexy voice and whole bad boy attitude seemed to be wowing the crowd. Kurt grinned again as he settled in his seat. Now it was time for the New Directions to perform.

He was incredibly shocked when he saw that, for a change, it was not Finn and Rachel singing the duet. Instead, it was Sam and Quinn, singing 'The Time' and looking adorable doing it. Then, an even bigger surprise was Santana singing a solo on 'Valerie', while Brittany and Mike did some amazing dance moves. Once they were done, Kurt stood, clapping and cheering loudly. The rest of the crowd quickly followed suit.

Soon, it was time for the results to be announced. Kurt filed onto the stage with the rest of the Warblers, his heart pumping nervously. If they won, the New Directions could not… And he didn't want them to lose… He frowned. He was utterly torn.

"In third place… The Hipsters!" Called the announcer. Kurt let loose a sigh of relief. "And now, the winner… It's a tie! You're all going to Regionals!"

Kurt's jaw dropped. Wait, what? A tie? Then he began to scream and cheer happily. They were going to Regionals! And so were the New Directions! He jumped up and down, accepting many a slap and a fist-bump from his other Warbler friends. Then he rushed over to Mercedes and hugged her tightly.

"We're both going to Regionals!" He squeaked excitedly.


A/N: So there it is. Thoughts? Where do you think Kurt and Blaine's romance (of a sort..) should go next? I thought that 'When I Get You Alone' was actually more fitting for Blaine to sing in this situation than the situation in the show he sang it in. 'Cause I mean, seriously. You are trying to serenade a guy, get him to be your valentine, and you sing him a song about how you can't wait to get him alone and have sex with him? TOTALLY ROMANTIC BLAINERS! But yeah, anyway... Concrit is appreciated as always! Love you all!