Disclaimer – I do not own Glee
Thanks for reading / reviewing
Chapter 4 – A Time For Dancing
Staring up at her in a mixture of confusion and fright, Kurt said, "Boys keep kissing me."
"Do you want to perform a duet about it?" Rachel asked.
"What?" Kurt blanched crawling out from under the piano. "Did you not hear what I just said? Boys keep kissing me, Rachel. This is a serious issue, something is terribly wrong. You have to help me fix it."
"Ok, calm down," Rachel suggested leading him to a seat. "Now, explain everything to me again."
"Boys keep kissing me," Kurt hissed. "What else is there to explain?"
"When you say boys keep kissing you, what precisely do you mean by that?" Rachel asked.
"I mean," Kurt replied impatiently. "That boys keep kissing me. Kissing me," he emphasized through gritted teeth. "Their lips on my lips, their tongues invading my mouth and hands and… gross."
"Ok, Kurt, I still don't think I understand," Rachel told him.
"Are you an actual idiot?" Kurt asked her condescendingly. "Honestly, I don't know how to explain things any clearer. Boys keep kissing me, Rachel, I don't ask them to, I don't even want them to, but they are."
"Which boys have kissed you?" Rachel asked still not seeming to take the situation for the serious matter that it was.
"Most recently Mr. Schue," Kurt revealed.
"What?" Rachel gasped, her hands flying over her mouth and eyes widening in shock. "Are you serious?" she asked, her words muffled slightly by her hands.
"I wish I wasn't," Kurt whined. "He took me into his office, he put his hand on my thigh, and then he had me pressed against the wall and he was attacking my mouth, my neck, my earlobe and working his hands up under my shirt."
"Oh my god," Rachel stood up, fanning herself as she hopped from foot-to-foot. "Oh my god, a teacher has come on to you. You're a student and a teacher has made inappropriate advances to you. Kurt, this is genius," she declared and Kurt gaped at her. "This is song-writing gold!" she squealed excitedly quickly finding a sheet of paper and a pen from her bag. "Ideas, they keep coming to me," she babbled making her way over to the piano. "I have to start writing immediately."
Letting out a long-suffering groan, Kurt slumped back in his chair while Rachel played out a random snatch of melody on the piano.
"Butt-chin, spaghetti hair, sweater vest," Rachel sang out. "Only one student passes Mr. Schue's test. Mr. Schue, Mr. Schue, oh Kurt Hummel he's coming for you. La, la, la, detention, a naughty forbidden equation… no wait, that last line doesn't really rhyme."
"Kill me," Kurt muttered to himself as Rachel continued to run her fingers across the keys on the piano and try to improvise a song about Mr. Schue coming on to him.
"Mr. Schue, Mr. Schue," Rachel tried again. "Watch out Kurt Hummel, he's coming for you. A student, such naughty forbidden fruit… shame on Mr. Schue and his sweater-vest suit. I think we could have a big hit here," Rachel smiled excitedly. "Mr. Schue, Mr. Schue," she continued and Kurt couldn't take it anymore.
Abandoning the Choir Room, Kurt left Rachel and her abysmal song-writing behind. Potentially getting kissed by more boys seemed a lesser evil than listening to Rachel trying to compose a song.
The corridors were no longer empty. They were filled with students talking with their peers or collecting things from their lockers. Kurt was suddenly hyper aware of how many male students seemed to walk the walls of McKinley. It felt like they were everywhere and he felt as though there were less girls than usual. Boys were staring at him, he could feel it, he even suspected boys were following him from behind but he daren't look round and check.
"Hey Hummel," one of the football jocks leered stepping away from a bank of locker to block Kurt's path. "What's up?" he asked reaching a hand out to caress Kurt's cheek but he ducked out of the way.
"Stay away from me," Kurt warned. "Just leave me alone," he said taking refuge with a crowd of Cheerio's.
Using the girls as an unofficial ensemble of bodyguards, Kurt made his way through the school halls. Then there was a flash of light as Jacob snapped a photo of him.
"My blog determines that you're the hottest thing since Rachel Berry," Jacob told him and the Cheerio girls continued on their way, leaving Kurt alone.
"You know what, I've been wanting to do this for years," Kurt stated before grabbing hold of Jacob's camera, smashing it on the floor and then punching Jacob in the face.
"Hummel, that was hot," Azimio winked at him and Kurt didn't fancy his chances at besting Azimio in a physical fight so he turned on his heel and ran.
He kept running through the building, heading towards the auditorium as that was his second safe-haven in the school and non-Glee Club students rarely ventured in there. He pushed the double doors open, quickly checking behind him to ensure no-one was watching him before darting inside.
"When did my life get so insane?" Kurt asked himself clutching at his hair, not even caring that he might be messing it up.
"Kurt?" Mike asked from the stage and Kurt let out a shrill scream. "Um… hi?"
"Mike," Kurt breathed a small sigh of relief walking closer to the stage. "Wait, no, bad idea," he decided coming to a stand still. Mike might not be as repulsive as Jacob or as scary as Azimio, but he was still very much male. "What are doing in here?" he asked edging away slightly.
"I came to dance," Mike answered as though it were obvious, elegantly jumping down from the stage and sweeping closer to Kurt. "I thought I'd work on some new choreography ideas for Glee Club. What are you doing in here?"
"Hiding from the male student body," Kurt said honestly. "Boys seem to be behaving weirdly around me today. Really weird. So I think its best for me to be alone. Or perhaps surrounded by girls, but definitely away from guys… all guys. You should… you should go."
"But I think I wanna stay," Mike smiled doing a fancy twirl and then extending his hand to Kurt. "Dance with me, Kurt," he invited.
"No, I don't think I will," Kurt replied walking backwards.
Unfazed by Kurt's reluctance, Mike continued to step closer, taking longer strides than Kurt. He lifted his top off over his head and let it fall to the floor.
"Like what you see?" Mike asked when Kurt couldn't help but stare at his deliciously carved abs. "You can touch it," he offered and suddenly he was right in front of Kurt, taking his hand and placing against his chiselled body.
"Tina," Kurt blurted out hoping the sound of his girlfriend's name would bring Mike to his senses. It did not.
"She doesn't need to know," Mike told him in a hushed tone placing one long finger over Kurt's lips as he rested their foreheads together. "It'll be our little secret."
"No," Kurt objected. "I can't… we can't. Tina's my friend, your girlfriend."
"Ssh, Kurt," Mike replied dragging his finger down from Kurt's lips and trailing it down his chest and stomach before looping it into the belt loop on Kurt's jeans. "Just… one… kiss," he whispered hotly, his breath caressing Kurt's face.
With Mike shirtless and in such closer proximity, it was tempting. Very, very tempting. But Kurt liked to think of himself as a good and loyal friend. He wasn't the type to just kiss his friends' boyfriends. He had no choice with Finn, he had been taken by surprise, but that wasn't the case with Mike. Kurt knew precisely what the boy wanted to do but he had to resist.
"No," Kurt said pushing Mike away.
"In that case," Mike replied taking Kurt's hands in his own. "Just… one… dance."
Mike was a beautiful and graceful dancer. He was amazingly talented and dancing in his arms, Kurt felt like he was dancing on air. The way Mike moved was magic and it lured Kurt in like a spell. He just couldn't bring himself to break away or try and run. Instead he allowed Mike to lead him through the choreography. Mike spun him around and dipped him low and that's when he made his killer move and seized Kurt's lips.
He hated himself for it, he really did, but Kurt found himself kissing back. His lips parted and he let Mike's tongue guide his own, a different form of choreography and dance.
The kiss ended and Mike pulled Kurt back to his full height, gently rubbing his nose against Kurt's.
"I'm sorry," Kurt apologised feeling horribly guilty. "Please don't tell Tina," he begged before stopping away and rushing out of the auditorium.
The hallways were blissfully empty again but Kurt knew it was only a matter of time before he encountered more boys. Turning left, he raced to the nearest girls' bathroom thinking he'd be safe in there. He locked himself in a stall, hoping that maybe Mercedes would turn up and he could explain to her what was going on and get some kind of help.
It felt like he was waiting for at least half an hour before somebody else entered the bathroom.
"Mercedes?" he called out hopefully exiting the toilet stall. Even if it wasn't Mercedes, maybe he could ask the girl to go and find her. "Oh no," Kurt whimpered. It wasn't Mercedes and it wasn't a girl.
To Be Continued…
Please Review
Love and Hugs, IceQueenRia xox
