"Alright, boys. Blazers off!"

The Warblers glanced around at each other, unsure what to make of this groundbreaking direction.

Kurt stood in front of the group, arms crossed, already in his shirt sleeves. Behind him was a laptop, projector and screen, another first for Warbler practice. Kurt's eyes jumped over to Blaine, who smiled at him encouragingly, then jutted his chin toward the projector and quirked a brow in question. Kurt answered with a devious grin. You'll see.

After giving the other boys what Kurt deemed a reasonable amount of time to absorb the shocking prospect of going blazerless right there in front of everybody - GASP! - he provided some background info to soothe their poor, nervous little hearts. It's sad, really, how self-conscious some boys are.

"It has been brought to my attention that some of you feel the Warblers' traditional dance routines could use a little more, shall we say, spice. So, with the full backing of the council, I've taken it upon myself to assist all of you in loosening up." As he said this, Kurt uncrossed his arms and shook them out at his sides, releasing tension.

"So, before we start, everyone please remove your blazers and spread out a bit. You'll need some room to move... Come on. Blazers off. Let's see those hips!"

All eyes went to the council members in their midst for permission to take this radical step. Thad was stripping enthusiastically, while Wes and David slid their jackets off more sedately and went to place them with great care and respect across the back of a couch. This sight was met with a few shrugs before the rest of the group followed suit.

Once they were all settled and back in formation, albeit spread out to twice their normal size, Kurt smiled brightly and slapped his hands together. "Perfect. Today I'm going to teach you a routine that did wonders for the football team at my old school."

He reached out to wiggle a finger across the laptop's touchpad. The Dalton logo screensaver, projected on the screen behind and to one side of him, disappeared and in its place was the somewhat shocking image of a younger Kurt, dressed all in black from his skinny jeans to sequined vest and shiny tie over a figure-hugging leotard. Behind him on the screen were two teenage girls, also wearing leotards and not much else but high heels. Gasps and choking sounds permeated the room. Blaine's jaw dropped.

"Any questions before we get started?" Kurt was in choreographer mode. A hand went up. "Yes Aaron?"

"Um, who are the girls?" Several boys nodded vigorously at this excellent question.

"That's Brittany and Tina, two of my closest friends from my old school."

Aaron's hand was back in the air almost before Kurt had finished speaking. "Where is your old school?" Murmurs spread like wildfire, boys whispering to each other and pointing at the bare legs of the girls projected on the screen. "Also, a follow-up question, are they seeing anyone?"

Kurt's professional demeanor slipped for a moment at the utter lack of focus on the important issue of dance. He rolled his eyes and put his hands up to silence the group – a very effective technique here at Dalton that would have gotten wads of paper (at best) thrown at him at McKinley. "Tina and Brittany are both spoken for. Now, let's concentrate. I'm going to run through the routine once, then we'll slow it down and all try it together. Okay? Okay."

Kurt twisted around to hit play and the video started. He got into position as young Kurt started the music and Beyoncé's voice swept through the room. All but two of the boys' gazes were fixed on the projected image, occasionally glancing over to Kurt dancing in front of them, but for the the most part watching the girls. One of the other two boys, who would prefer to remain nameless because he'd only recently begun to question his sexuality and felt that it might be merely the effect of living at an all boys school, spent the entire time staring longingly at both Kurts.

The other was, of course, Blaine. His round eyes took no notice of Tina or Britt, choosing instead to stare intently at Kurt – and Kurt's hips – and only had trouble deciding which one to watch, virtual or live. Both were moving their bodies in a manner sure to cause his eye to twitch and his hand to inch nearer his groin.

When the routine was over, a smiling, happy Kurt turned his attention from the dance back to the group. "There," he said with breathless excitement. "I hope you were all paying attention. Now, I'm going to face away from you so you can follow my movements and we'll go through it slowly. Everybody in position!" Kurt turned and posed. "Ready? Here we go! And side – side..."

Kurt performed the dance in slow motion, with the Warblers actually watching the steps this time and clumsily attempting to mimic them. Blaine lasted about ten minutes, until a particularly violent thrust of hips and head to one side had him leaving formation and walking over to Kurt without ever consciously making the decision to move. He grabbed his boyfriend by the hand without slowing on his way toward the door, a surprised and giggling Kurt bounding along behind him.

"Okay! You boys use the video to keep practicing and I'll check on your progress tomorrow!" His laughing voice carried back to them from the hall as Blaine dragged him bodily out the door.

Wes cleared his throat, not entirely sure of the correct protocol when two of your fellow Warblers desert you mid-routine to have sex. But, Wes was a born leader and recovered quickly, stepping forward to start the video again.

Thad was still looking toward the door, a thoughtful expression on his face as his sharp mind schemed. He was revising and broadening his original sex tips hotline idea into 'Sexy Ed 101'. In addition to the helpful Q&A sessions he'd been trying to talk Blaine into, Thad was now thinking of web chats and dance instruction videos. Instead of charging by the minute for phone advice, or pay-per-text rates – small potatoes – he'd create a subscription website. Monthly fees would grant the subcribers access to blogs, FAQs, live and archived interviews and dance footage. It was brilliant! He started mentally drawing up a business plan. Blaine and Kurt would be adequately compensated, of course. Thad would always take good care of his employees. He'd draw up a contract and pay them a reasonable wage. He needed to talk to Blaine and Kurt right away! Oh, but now might not be the best time. He should probably wait until dinner. They'd love the idea, Thad was sure. They'd be Dalton celebrities and he'd be raking in the cash. It was a win win.

The End

A/N: All done! And they lived happily ever after.

No plans for another sequel at present. I'm moving on to another - hopefully shorter - fic idea. This one wouldn't be so long if my boys could keep their hands off each other! But who can blame them, really? Maybe I'll tackle Thad's scheme at some future date, unless someone else wants to take a crack at it. Lemme know.

I'd love some reviews to make me feel all warm and fuzzy, or give me an idea what I'm doing wrong. I know, too much sex, right?