Because Chris Colfer/Kurt danced Single Ladies at Glee Live and i couldn't not pay homage to it.
He pulled on his unitard and its matching sparkly waistcoat, and wriggled his fingers into the sequined glove that he had worn the previous time, tapping his foot impatiently as he snapped it into place and then brushed imaginary lint of his outfit. He was wearing very, very tight black skinny jeans that had a kinda elastic feel to them, to make them better to dance in, and shiny black shoes that had the perfect grip for the moves he was going to be doing. Then he started to style his hair, teasing it into a different style than his normal so that it looked messier, but would stay in shape.
When it had been carefully tweaked and perfected and he was happy with his appearance he braced his hands on the sink and looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes wide as he contemplated what he was about to do. To stop himself looking like a scared rabbit, or at least to make sure he couldn't see it, he closed them, breathing deeply as he internally rolled his eyes at himself.
He had no idea how he had let himself be talked into this, and he was seriously starting to doubt his sanity. He could only assume that it was the way Brittany had looked at him with her wide, pleading eyes and made her puppy dog look that had led to a situation where he was about to perform their Single Ladies routine for Glee club in full costume. Sure, he had done it on the football pitch, but that was the toned down and much shortened version, and he hadn't been wearing something so skin tight that he had had to search his entire underwear draw for something that wouldn't show up through them. Sure, his black silk boxers matched the outfit, but that didn't mean the whole situation was embarrassing.
Sighing, he knew that he had told Brittany and Tina that he would perform with them and he couldn't back out or he would never forgive himself. He didn't go back on promises, he was Kurt Hummel for fuck's sake and there was no way he was going to chicken out. The rest of Glee club would just have to watch him and suck it up, because he was going to put on a show they wouldn't forget.
As he strutted down the corridor from the bathroom he had been suing to get changed in towards the choir room, he remembered when Brittany had asked him to perform it again in the first place. She had rushed up to him bouncing up and down as she practically clapped her hands together, hardly able to get her words out as she stumbled over them in her hurried and excited rush to ask him. Apparently, or so he had gathered, she wanted to show off her dance skills for someone, he didn't think she'd said who, and through that it was the perfect routine. Once they had asked Tina, or more accurately Brittany had gushed at her too until she had agreed, squealing and clapping along, they had started rehearsals.
And now, a week later, Brittany had told Mr. Shue that today was the day they wanted to dance and he was getting ready for what he was determined to be the best performance of his life.
He met up with them outside the room and hugged them both, their enthusiasm and happiness catching as he found himself jumping with them and talking excitedly. They were just finishing limbering up and stretching and he joined in with them, making sure that he was warmed up properly so that there weren't any injuries. After all, if anything went wrong and he ruined the routine, he'd never forgive himself.
At that moment Mr. Shue popped his head around the door, eyes widening at their outfits, but thankfully he only said "We're ready for you now if you want Brittany, I hope it goes well."
When the door had swung shut behind them they huddled and group hugged before lining up in their little triangular formation. They had arranged it so that the music would start before they entered the room, and then Brittany would enter first, followed by Tina and then Kurt would enter and take his place at the head of the triangle just as the routine started properly.
The first strains of it were heard from inside the room as the chattering subsided and Brittany smiled at them both before pushing open the door and striding inside. A few seconds later Tina followed her, winking at Kurt, and then he was stood on his own, waiting for a few seconds of his own for his cue.
Hearing it he pushed open the door forcefully, smirking to himself when he heard the satisfying bang that meant the door had slammed into the wall, guaranteeing maximum attention. He sashayed forwards between the two girls, taking his place, and then struck his pose as they waited for the singing part to start. They had edited the song for that exact purpose and it was timed so that the poses they struck would have time to be freeze frames before the dance started.
Sam had smiled as he watched Brittany and Tina enter the room, realising what the song was and thinking that they were going to be doing the Single Ladies dance from the Beyonce video. He assumed that their third dancer, filling the part of Beyonce herself, would be Santana, having not noticed the Latina sitting on the row behind him, and waited as they entered for her to appear.
The person who actually came through the door, however, had his jaw dropping on sight.
Kurt, dressed in sinfully tight skinny jeans that perfectly showcased his long, slim yet muscular legs, and a sparkly waistcoat with a tie and something tight and satiny looking underneath, had strutted into the room, a sexy smirk on his face as he did so. He had struck a pose where he was bending slightly over and facing to the side of the room, all his weight resting on his back foot as his front knee bent so that he could lean on it seductively, his eyelashes fluttering at the assembled crowd.
To Sam it seemed like they were trained solely on him.
Kurt noticed the astonished stares he was getting from quite a few of the glee club and his smile widened, his eyes seeing Finn's pure shock, Lauren's grin, Puck's leer at the girls and Mike's widened eyes as he took in Tina. He was sure that Santana was drooling over Brittany, and winked at her, but the most surprising reaction was Sam's.
In the split second before they started to dance he took on the blond, his eyes wide and his mouth slack and open in what he thought was surprise and shock. Which was... interesting.
Then he couldn't really think of much more than the dance as he started the complicated routine of twists and shimmies, his hand going out to the side with the other on his hip, then changing positions and doing his high kicks, pleasing even himself with the height they could reach.
Next was the move where they turned their backs to the audience and shook their asses, and he couldn't resist a small glance back over his shoulder at their audience.
Sam was still sitting slack jawed as he watched, mesmerised, as Kurt's hips gyrated, swinging one way and then the other while his tantalising ass was on display in those tight pants, seemingly mocking him. His previously small crush had gone from half-certain and tentative to definite and painful in those few seconds, and that same definite and painful was evident in the tightening in his jeans as well.
He almost moaned when they continued and Beyonce sang 'Don't be mad once you see that he want it', because Kurt was staring sultrily over his shoulder as he slapped his perky ass and wiggled his hips. It was like the boy was some sort of sex siren calling to him.
Kurt wanted to laugh as he saw Puck tapping his foot along and his knee bouncing, and remembered how the football team actually knew the dance. Then he saw Sam's oddly pained yet lust blown expression and realised that for him, at least, it was new.
He dropped to the floor, miming gloss on his lips and slapping his hip to signify the man supposedly there, before rising again, motioning like he had a cup in his hand, was drinking, before the chorus of shimmies and shakes and thrusts started up again.
Sam had to stop his hands from moving to himself and clenched them into fists as he saw Kurt do his signature hair flip, looking snootily at them all as if he was turning up his nose at them.
Then his mind was blown by the sheer skill of the dancers, Kurt especially, as they began a lightning fast and complicated looking series of locks and hand flicks, complete with head rolls and ever wiggling hips. They seemed like a blur as they performed, and he was at once in awe of the time and effort that must have gone into the dance. Of course, when Kurt ran his hands down his body and winked he lost all thoughts of technical difficulty as he stared.
Kurt finished in the final pose, his right hand pointing at the ring finger of his left as he breathlessly smiled, his chest heaving from exertion. He could tell that he had definitely given a performance that they wouldn't forget, and he still couldn't tear his eyes away from Sam, the gorgeous, tanned blond fixated on him as he seemingly unconsciously licked his lips and leant forwards slightly in his seat.
Suddenly a flurry of movement obscured his view as everyone gave them a standing ovation, the applause resounding throughout the room and echoing loudly. Mike was rushing at Tina and Brittany was being suddenly swept up by Santana as they kissed and Puck wolf whistled and cheered them on.
He scanned the room once more and gave a coy wave, turning to exit and making his way towards the door as the noise grew even louder.
Sam sat frozen in his seat for a minute until he saw Kurt wave and turn, those hips teasingly swaying towards the door, then threw caution to the wind and sprang out of his seat, chasing the brunette down until they were only inches apart in front of the door. Grabbing his arm he pulled him around, seeing the heat in his eyes, before he was kissing him, their lips crashing together and his hands tangling in Kurt's hair, ruining the style and not caring one but as he felt Kurt's tongue in his mouth, exploring every part of it.
Kurt was surprised as the hand grabbed him but then saw who it belonged to and relaxed, gasping out as he hit the door when Sam kissed him and pressed his more muscled body up against his own, making him see stars.
He kissed back with equal passion, determined the Sam wasn't the only one who could take the lead, and wrapped his arms tightly around his waist, sliding his hands under the blond's shirt as their tongues battled, each teasing the other.
Somewhere he could hear Puck's catcalls as he switched his attention to the pair of them near the door, and he was sure there were other sounds, laughter and people whooping, but he couldn't concentrate with Sam's hand sliding down his side to his ass while they kissed passionately, roughly.
Sam backed them away from the door after a while as they both pulled back, and he took the opportunity to wrench the door open and drag Kurt through it.
Kurt followed eagerly, pulling Sam further out as he turned to yell back into the room.
"I'm putting a fucking ring on it!"
A/N: Well, Sam didn't get to experience it the first time around, i thought he should get a look this time XD Hope you liked it.
Also, i seem to have shunned speech in this. Sorry... Maybe i need to work on that... x