Authors Note: Yes it's finally done! So sorry about the wait for this chapter, life is still so rudely getting in the way of my writing. I'm on uni break for a couple of weeks right now so hopefully this will give me time to right more . As usual I hope you enjoy and if you read, fave or alert please drop me a review to let me know what you think! Its my candy. Enjoy and sorry again for the wait.


Chapter 7

Coming to a stop at a red light, Blaine's eyes left the road for a moment and made eye contact with Kurt. "Why do you have a tape labelled Single Ladies in your cosmetics drawer?"

Kurt remained silent for several moments, a blush creeping up his face. "Its nothing. They were just these stupid videos I did with Brittany and Tina."

Blaine pulled into the cobbled driveway of the Hummel residence, undoing his seatbelt and leaning over to take one of Kurt's hands in his. "Hey." He crooned. "You could never be stupid.

Kurt smiled, staring into Blaine's eyes with adoration. "Where exactly have you been all my life?"

"In a blazer at Dalton mostly." Blaine replied, getting out of the car and opening Kurt's door in a fit of chilvalry.

"So." Blaine said, closing the door and leaning against the car. "Would I have the honour of seeing these videos?"

"No way." Kurt told him. "They will never see the light of day again."

Blaine adopted his best puppy dog expression, complete with long fluttering lashes that caused Kurt to roll his eyes and give in.

"Fine but you owe me."

Blaine grinned in triumph and locked the car, before noticing that the front door of Kurt's house was slightly ajar, suggesting that someone was home. Continuing his streak of cheesy gesture's he held the door open for Kurt with a flurish.

"Be careful. A guy could get use to that." Kurt teased.

"Maybe that's the plan." Blaine retored.

They walked into the spacious Hummel house, greeted by Finn, who was playing super mario brothers on the couch.

"Hey Finn whats up?" Blaine asked, putting his bag by the door and casually grabbing a spot on the couch by Finn as if he couldn't feel more comfortable in his boyfriend's home.

"Trying to beat the final level on this game. Puck says he's done it and if I don't beat him I'll look like an idiot." Finn said bitterly.

"Mind If I have a shot?" Blaine asked, taking over the controller when Finn agreed.

Kurt watched them contently for a moment,

before shrugging his bag off his shoulder and curling up on Blaine's end of the couch, placing his head on his boyfriend's lap. He put his feet up on the couches armrest, watching Blaine's character running through the level on the screen. "You missed a platform by the way." He commented.

Blaine laughed, handing the controller over for Finn before sinking back into the couch and beginning to to with Kurt's hair.

Finn shot a quick smile at the pair as the scene on the screen revolved and turned upside down. "You know this is cool."

"What is Finn?" Kurt asked, now examining his nails while Blaine twirled his fringe around a finger.

"Hanging with you two." Finn replied, still not taking his eyes off the game. "Kurt usually screams when I mention sports or Mario." He told Blaine.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "You are such a liar. I only scream when you and dad go on and on about football. It drives me insane."

"Hey don't knock it till you try it." Blaine defended. "Football is cool."

Finn chucked the controller beside him as his character on screen met with a tragic death. "Actually Kurt did play for the team last year."

"Oh really?" Blaine asked, looking down at his boyfriend with a smirk.

"I was the kicker. A pretty good one too ." Kurt added.

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Anything else you want to tell me?"

"There was the time..." Finn began, cut off as Kurt sat up and shoved his hand over the jock's mouth.

"Don't even think about it." Kurt warned, grabbing the controller from beside Finn and pressing continue.

Finn and Blaine simply watched as Kurt attacked the game with determination and focus, flying through the most difficult areas. When the level complete prompt flashed across the screen their eyes widened in admiration.

"Dude how'd you do that?" Finn asked in amazement, his face screwed up as he attempted to remember the exact what moves his brother-in-law had made.

Kurt stood up, a smug smile attached to his face as he channelled his girl Mercedes

"You just got beat on your own turf." He quipped, leaving the room with a small strut in his step while Finn and Blaine stared after him with slack jaws.

After a moment Blaine followed Kurt out of the room, while Finn restarted the game in frustration.


It was with a reluctantance that Kurt found himself in the school's AV room the next day, feeling as if the clock on the wall was ticking down the moments until his doom. Blaine had bribed select members of the AV club for access with snicker bars, and was now slipping one of Kurt's single ladies tapes into the player.

"Just so were clear none of this leaves the room." Kurt said firmly.

"Absolutely." Blaine agreed. "I'll be right back."

As Blaine raced from the room Kurt crossed her legs and stared at the still blank screen before him, tapping a foot to a non-existant beat. For a fleeting moment he considered simply grabbing the tape and making a run for it, but decided his chances were slight.

Blaine returned, holding up a bag of hot microwave popcorn he'd hastily cooked in the home ec department with a grin.

"I hate you so much right now." Kurt told him, crossing his arms and pouting.

"No you don't you love me." Blaine teased, diving forward to hit the play button on the machine.

The picture flickered to life, revealing Kurt, Brittany and Tina. The catchy tune of Single Ladies began to play through the speakers and Blaine lost himself in the performance. Brittany and Tina were dressed in simple black leotards, hairs in tight buns that casaded down their neck and upper back. Even as a gay male Blaine could appreciate the beauty of the pair but Kurt... he was another story.

After the soft porn he had been forced to endure in front of his car the previous afternoon, Blaine had thought the torture was over. According to the sex on legs that was currently gracing the screen, he had been VERY mistaken. Kurt was dressed in a black unitard, with a black tie and glittering black vest over top. Itsimple but rediculously seductive when worn and flaunted the way Kurt was right now. He tried to regain control of senses but they were currently holidaying in Italy along with his jaw, which had fallen to the floor. The movement and flexibilty of Kurt's hips was incredible, it drew Blaine's attention and he was torn between feeling appreciation for Kurt's dancing ability and wanting to hold those hips for himself. Good god those hips. Blaine thought, staring at his boyfriend in awe.

The number drew to a close and the image disappeared from the screen, leaving Blaine feeling oddly dissapointed that it was over. Kurt had his face buried in his hands as if he had been silently praying for the video to end, lifting his head only when the horror was over. He glanced over at Blaine, who was still staring at the screen in silence. The popcorn was long since forgotten, the bag lying in a crumpled heap by his chair.

Kurt bit his lip. "Blaine?" He asked, his tone hesitant as he awaited his verdict.

"Just come with me." Blaine told him, grabbing his hand and practically dragging him from the room.

He wanted to find a place in the grounds, maybe a nice patch of field with flowers. The plan however, was a failure. Instead he mauled Kurt the moment they left the room, holding him against the wall and attacking his lips. "I loved that so much. I love you." Blaine whispered, stroking his cheek and deepening the kiss.

Kurt pulled away for a moment. "Blaine please, were in the middle of a school day."

"Which is why we should take every opportunity we can." Blaine retorted, resuming the kiss as Sue Sylvester rounded the corner.

Sue's face contorted in horror at the sight of the pair entwined around each other.

"Porcelain, Bushbrows!" She yelled, gesturing for them to follow her.

Kurt and Blaine jumped in visible fear and followed Sue as if they were walking the green mile, entering her office when she wordlessly held it open.

"Take a seat lady boys." She ordered, pointing to two seats which the pair quickly settled into.

"Do you have any idea how scarred I am from your little sex show?"

Kurt seemed to be studying his fashionable laces at those words, looking down at the floor with a blush on his face.

"To be fair we were fully clothed." Blaine argued.

"Believe me that is enough. I'm pretty sure the trauma I suffered is precendent to sue."

"Look were sorry it won't happen again…" Kurt began.

"Silence Porcelain." Sue interupted, causing Kurt to hastily close his mouth.

"Now you will refrain from heavy petting sessions in the hallway or so help me I will personally sharpen a stick to seperate you. And you can rest assured I'll take pleasure in it. Is that clear."

Kurt's face was still slightly red as he nodded, and Blaine would have found it adorable if Sue wasn't addressing him now.

"Now I gave Porcelain here a choice of three nicknames. So in the spirit of fairness and taking into account your recent transfer, I will humbly grant you the same opportunity."

"Okay... What are my choices?" Blaine asked.

"Bush brows, Rainbow and Slick Head."

Blaine looked thoughtful for a second. "I'll go with Rainbow."

Sue sighed and let her feet fall to the ground with a flump. "You people are no fun."

"Can we go now?" Kurt asked, gesturing to the doorway.

"Yes please do, your boring me." Sue told them, picking up a newspaper. "Besides your combined products are making the rash behind my ear act up."

They took the invitation and hurried to the door, their hands joining subconciously.

"Uh hold it." Sue ordered.

The pair mentally sighed and turned back to the coach.

"You will also refrain from atrocious couply cuteness within a metre of my prescence."

"Absolutely coach Sylvester." Kurt said with an innocent grin, letting go of Blaine's hand.

Blaine looked appaled at the ease with which Kurt accepted anything Sue dished out before he noticed the playfulness in Kurt's smile. They took three slow and purposeful steps out the door before rejoining hands, throwing smirks in Sue's direction.

"You win this round ladies!" Sue yelled, her voice travelling to their ears as the door swung shut.

The pair savoured their small victory on their walk to glee club, even though the situation had been slightly traumatising

"I'm not going to lie she creeps me out a bit." Blaine confessed.

"Your not truly a part of McKingley until you're exposed to the insanity that is Coach Sylvester. You should take it as a compliment." Kurt said, in what he hoped was a consoling tone.

"So you come to Dalton and you get a bird, I come here and I'm added to Coach Sylvester's hit list." Blaine concluded.

"Pretty much." Kurt confirmed.

Blaine shrugged. "Cool." He said, throwing up the door the choir room as they reached the end of the hallway.

As they entered acknowledged their presence by beginning the lesson, calling the club to attention.

"Great now that we have our second contestant I think it's time for our third official diva off."

General murmers, outbursts and applause of excitement and anticipation were heard about the room as Mr Shue took a seat to the side of the club. "Blaine why don't you start us off?" He suggested.

Kurt gave Blaine on the shoulder and whispered in his ear. "Sing something good." Throwing the word's of wisdom Blaine had given him back to him before taking his own seat.

"Before I start I'd like to thank you all for this opportunity and I hope you like the song." Blaine said politely. He nodded at Artie, who began to play the opening chords of the song on his electric guitar

Blaine's voice was usually smooth, with the unusual power to please a crowd. The last thing Kurt expected was to hear this gritty voice, tinged with the anger of the song, coming out of Blaine's mouth. It was delicious and sexy, a welcome change.

You said we'd never get this far
You said your words, we've played our parts!
Said your two cents now
It's my turn

At the words 'it's my turn' Blaine casts a significant glance in Rachel's direction, singing to her at that moment.
So, sit down, shut up!
Are you ready?

Now he was cupping the microphone, practically growling the lyrics.

So, you think you know how this story goes
Are you ready for this?

Sit down, are you ready for this?
Shut up, are you ready for this?
Stand up, are you ready for this?
Restrain!
Are you ready?

I thought you'd never come this far
I thought your words meant something more
Said my two cents now
It's your turn
So stand up and scream
Are you ready?

So you think you know how this story goes
Are you ready for this?

Sit down, are you ready for this?
Shut up, are you ready for this?
Stand up, are you ready for this?
Restrain
Are you ready?

Are you ready?
Are you ready for this?

Sit down, are you ready for this?
Shut up, are you ready for this?
Stand up, are you ready for this?
Restrain
Are you ready for this?

Upon the conclusion of the song the room erupted in appreciative applause. Kurt simply beamed at Blaine in pride, throwing glances at other members of the club as if to say that boy is mine.

"Looks like we've got ourselves a crowd pleasure!" Mr Shue said with a laugh, clapping Blaine on the shoulder.

Blaine just smiled and took a seat, preparing for Rachel's performance as she stood and gliding towards the center of room.

"I chose 'Fall Behind Me' by the Donnas because its all about empowerment. So enjoy." Rachel told them.

Artie began to strum a fast tune on his guitar beside Rachel, feeling the beat of the song as she began to sing.

I can't believe she bought it
She got too close and she caught it
Had a point but she forgot it
When you skip steps on the way up
The gaps have a way of catching up
And you cant cover that with makeup

Kurt was now nodding his head to the beat, while Blaine's fist was pumping the air, enjoying the song. Several other members of the Glee club also seemed to be jamming out as Kurt looked around to gauge the reactions of his peers. He wanted to make sure his vote was right for the team.

Your gonna fall behind me
Your gonna cry and beg for mercy
Cause your not ready baby
And you got nothing on me

Now that I'm getting to know her
Part of me wants to show her
Who she's really screwing over
Cause she's got nothing real
Taking everything she can steal
Just like it was her last meal

Your gonna fall behind me
Your gonna cry and beg for mercy
Cause your not ready baby
And you got nothing on me

How long is she gonna be around
And how long do we have to watch her dumb it down
Cause when its cheap it fades fast
And how long does she think its gonna last?

Your gonna fall behind me
Your gonna cry and beg for mercy
Cause your not ready baby
And you got nothing on me

Your gonna fall behind me
Your gonna cry and beg for mercy
Cause your not ready baby
And you got nothing on me

"Alright Rachel! Fantastic job!" Mr Shue called appreciatively, his applause fading along with the rest of the club

"Now we'll put it to a vote." He said, passing around blank strips of white paper to each member of the club, with the obvious exception of Blaine and Rachel.

"I want you to think really hard about your vote. It could determine our chances for Nationals."

Holding the fateful piece of paper in his hands Kurt tapped his pen on his paper, quiet and thoughtful as he carefully pondered his choice. His heart told him to support Blaine in anything and everything but his conscience told him to base his vote on talent alone.

Rachel was an absolutely treat to watch, and her voice had a magnetic power that made anyone in her vincity shut up and listen. Blaine's performance made him feel a similar way, but Blaine also gave off a kind of charm. When he sang you could feel his love for the music. It was this charm and passion that would win over the judges.

With a smile Kurt drew the letter B inside a heart on his paper sheilding it from Blaine's view when Blaine attempted to lean over and read it. He folded the paper and placed it his lap, giving Blaine the best pokerface he could muster whenever they made eye contact.

"And the winner. By three votes..."

The entire Glee club was on the edge of their seats now, waiting for the announcement.

"Blaine."

Rachel looked dissapointed for a while as further cheers resounded around her, but eventually accepted the result, aiming a slight smile in Blaine's direction.

Blaine felt Kurt's arms around his shoulders and a slap on his back from Finn in the seat behind him before the sound died down.

"I bet Kurt just voted for him because he has an access pass to that ass." Santana quipped from her seat.

"Partly." Kurt quipped, throwing Santana a sarcastic sultry wink that made her eyes widen. "Also he actually did better."

"I'll admit he was good." Rachel muttered, earning shocked stares from the entire club, included.

"Alright I'll see you guys next rehearsal. I have a killer plan for auditions." Mr Shue said excitedly, while several glee club members looked slightly weary at what this 'killer plan' could possibly be.

On their way out a couple of the guys gave Blaine a congratulatory pat on the back, and Santana was so bold as to blow him a kiss, to which Kurt muttered. "Keep walking Satan." In a dark tone.

Most of all however, it was Brittany's reaction that surprised him the most.

"That was hot." She told him.

"Thanks Brittany." Blaine said uncomfortably. "Glad you liked it."

"So since your hot and Kurt has soft little baby hands." (Blaine's eyes shot to Kurt's hand to ponder this statement). "I was thinking you two should come on fondue for two. It'll be great for your image."

Kurt could almost hear Blaine's thoughts by looking at his expression, it was as if a post-it note was attached to his face reading. 'You want to? I will if you will.'

He gave Brittany his most indulgent smile. "Sure Brit." He told her.

Brittany squealed in delight. "Shooting's at my place at four tommorow."

"Sounds great." Blaine told her, smiling as Brittany practically skipped out of the room, her innocent charm infecting him as he turned to Kurt. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For not voting for me just because I'm your boyfriend." Blaine told him

Kurt's heart skipped a beat, the way it always did when Blaine used the word boyfriend.

"I wouldn't dream of it." He said, leading Blaine out into the corridor.

"Want to know I could tell you a secret that'd make you really happy?" Kurt whispered.

"I'm all ears." Blaine told him

Kurt looked around as if he was checking no one could hear. "I almost didn't vote for you."

"Damn so close." Blaine said sarcastically, linking arms with Kurt as they headed out of the school.


Author's Note: Blaine's song was originally going to be 'Beat It' by Micheal Jackson. I actually reworded his conversation with in the last chapter to accomodate the change. The other songs I considered were The Hell Song by Sum 41, and Ignition by Toby Mac. He ended up singing 'Are You ready' by Three Days Grace because the lyrics and the vocals are better sorted to Darren's voice. I imagine him singing it with the same kind of grittiness/edgy vocals he had for I'm Not Gunna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance and his original song 'Stutter' from A Very Potter Musical. Do you think I'm crazy for changing the song choice? Or for thinking the vocals would work for him at all? Should I stop writing? Let me know in review format :)

Here are the songs, i'm not sure what the policy is on posting links here so put before each off these to check them out:

/watch?v=7ytexxUD2Ao Are You Ready

/watch?v=gjKQKnCUYkE Hell Song

/watch?v=zPzZOhUgt-M Ignition

/watch?v=4YYcTcOBpqs Stutter

Rachel's song on the other hand never changed. I LOVE the song Fall Behind Me and I really think Lea could pull it off. I imagine her singing it with the same tone/edginess she had in 'Rolling In The Deep', 'Go Your Own Way' and 'Living On A Prayer/Start Me Up'. Again- am I crazy?

Fall Behind Me: /watch?v=ZfUM7h2SgpA

And I totally just analysed a fictional diva off. Thats my cue to get out of here. Hope to have a new chap up soon :) Read, enjoy and review lovely readers!