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The party continues in this party, hope you enjoy it!
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After the New Direction-guys finish talking about Kurt, the Warblers ask their questions to continue getting to know him better. He braces himself, not quite sure what to expect. Blaine gently bumps his shoulder to get his attention, and Kurt looks up. Blaine smiles at him and Kurt smiles back.
The questions are quite trivial and easy to answer. Favorite song (Defying Gravity – and yes, I can sing it, even the high F), favorite movie (Sound of Music), favorite colour (aqua blue), and so on. Then someone wants him to describe his dream date, making Kurt think for a while.
"I'm quite old fashioned and romantic. I don't need adventures, extreme experiences or expensive glamour. I just want to feel appreciated and cherished, and being able to return it. The most important thing is who I'm with." Kurt doesn't know what else to add, because he's never been on a date before, and although he has been dreaming various scenarios this is the most truthful answer he wants to give for now.
Someone asks about his plans for the future (New York, oh my God, yes, anything in New York), coffee order (grande non-fat mocha) and who he would to be if he had to live another person's life (Patti LuPone). Then a guy Kurt hasn't spoken that much with, he thinks he's called Sean, asks about the cast.
"What happened to you? Are you an adventurous bad ass, or are you just clumsy?"
Kurt tenses, chokes on his own breath and feels the cold shiver down his spine. Blaine puts a comforting hand on his lower back, whispering a rushed reminder he doesn't have to answer. Finn, who knows the whole story, has stood up. He is standing with wide legs in front of Kurt, pointing a finger at Sean.
"Dude…" he says, and the threat is unsaid and loud.
"Finn," Kurt says silently, tugging at the hem of his brother's pants from his place on the floor. Finn mumbles a hardly convincing "sorry" while sitting down and Wes proclaims it's time for some music. He fiddles with the jukebox, and the room is filled with hits from the 1950s. Shortly after all of the girls are engaged in dance with the Warblers. They aren't spoiled with oestrogen and femininity at the school, so the starvation makes the boys quickly propose dancing, and the girls will probably be on their feet most of the party, Kurt thinks.
"Will you dance with me?" Blaine asks. Kurt is wary for a short moment, looking at everyone dancing. They will be the only same sex couple on the floor. But Kurt thinks screw it, this is his school now, with a zero tolerance bullying policy, and he is among friends who are throwing this party for him, for goodness sake. If he can't dance with a boy here, then where?
"I'd love to," he beams and gracefully gets up from the pillow on the floor. Blaine takes his hand, leading them to the makeshift dance floor.
"Is this the moment you tell me you actually can dance?" Kurt asks, half jokingly.
"I may or may not have worn out several pair of dancing shoes before I hit the teens, because that would be an important part of a correct upbringing of a young, fine man as myself," Blaine answers, and Kurt thinks he can spot some bitterness hidden in Blaine's sassy answer. "But," Blaine adds, "it also makes me a decent date for the Christmas ball, as I do all the classic ballroom dances, and can lead you in a killer waltz, if you want to."
Oh, Kurt thinks, is the Christmas ball a date? The butterfly colony in his tummy awakens, making Kurt stumble.
"Oh no, that won't do. I am a great dancer, but I can't save any kind of clutz," Blaine teases. "You have to learn how to walk before you dance," he says and winks.
"Excuse me, but did you or did you not watch me do Single Ladies less than an hour ago?" Kurt asks cockily. That silences Blaine's laughter. Kurt grabs the lapel of Blaine's leather jacket and tugs him further to the dance floor while walking backwards.
"Oh my god, Blaine, look, I can walk!" he teases, making the boy laugh out loud. As they join the other dancing couples, Jailhouse Rocks fills the room. Blaine almost squeals from joy, and steals the hat Kurt is wearing to put on his own head. He then twirls and leads Kurt in an enjoyable swing dance. Kurt doesn't know the steps, but it's easy to follow Blaine in what he assumes is a simplified version of the dance. It's thrilling to be spun around, completely losing control and putting all his trust in Blaine's hands.
They continue their dance through several hits from the 1950, including Hound Dog, Shake Shuttle and Roll, Summertime blues, Tutti Frutti and Rock around the Clock. Sometimes Blaine stops them to teach Kurt some steps, and as song by song sound from the jukebox, their dance slowly but increasingly becomes more complicated. Kurt is wearing a wide grin, mirrored by Blaine.
The boys have been dancing for a while, when Blaine takes a firm hold on Kurt's tie, yanking him with him.
"I need something cold to drink," he explains as he sees Kurt disapproving face.
"And that makes me your puppy on a chain?"
"Oh yes, you are cute, I want to keep you, and don't want to risk anyone else snatching you," he says, giving Kurt his best pleading look.
"And yet you are the one with the puppy eyes," Kurt sighs good-naturedly as Blaine hands him a can of coke from the refrigerator who had appeared while Kurt got changed.
"Diet coke isn't invented in the 1950s, so you have to settle with the regular stuff today."
Blaine shrugs off his leather jacket, folding it neatly over a chair. It's getting warm in the room, with all the people dancing, talking and partying.
Kurt scans the snack table, and is impressed by the selection. Even though he doesn't recognize everything or know the history of food in the 1950s, he has no doubt this is thoroughly researched. The vintage and retro looking packages peaks his curiosity, and he randomly chooses one.
"So a little birdie whispered you are the party planner? In that case I don't know how to say thank you, because this is the best surprise I've ever had."
Blaine blushes. "I haven't done it alone, Mercedes helped me a lot – she made sure everyone from the New Directions came, in proper outfits, and she let me kick around some of my ideas with her as she knows you better."
"But they were still your ideas. Out of curiosity – why a 1950s theme?"
"It's a decade I feel is often neglected; a lot of the music produced in the later decades are more popular. But there are a lot of great hits for the future from the 1950s as well. I just hoped it would suit you, even though I considered a Lady Gaga-party as well."
Kurt laughs, thinking about the costumes they wore at school when doing Lady Gaga.
"Blaine, you should know by now my music taste is quite eclectic, it's not just Broadway or Gaga. I love this party. I know it's the Warblers welcoming me, but honestly you have made this transfer painless and smooth. I owe you so much."
"Good. Then you'll dance with me again," Blaine says, pulling Kurt by the tie again. Kurt stumbles at the sudden yank, and braces his arms on Blaine's chest to regain his balance.
"What did I say about clutz?" Blaine asks mockingly.
Kurt puts his foot right behind Blaine's, and since the boy is walking backwards he doesn't see it and trip, landing on his back.
"You were saying, Mr. Dance Teacher?"
Blaine jumps back up, shaking his head humorously, before indulging Kurt in a dance to Great Balls of Fire.
The song ebbs out, and a slow ballad sounds from the jukebox. Kurt and Blaine stops dancing, looking blushingly and hesitantly at each other. They had fun dancing the swing and upbeat moves, but both feel this is different.
Blaine holds out a hand.
"May I have this dance?" he asks softly. Kurt swallows, trying to shush the butterflies. He lays his hand in Blaine's, and closes the gap between them.
"Yes, yes you may."
Kurt doesn't know were to place the arm with the cast – they had managed to dance with only two hands linked earlier, but what do you do with a useless hand while slow dancing? He doesn't want to risk knocking Blaine out. Blaine silently takes hold of his elbow, gently guiding his arm around his waist, before placing his own hand on Kurt's shoulder. Without a word they have switched who leads, and Kurt is thrilled. He's no fan of stereotypes and set gender roles, and he doesn't want to be assumed positions or roles. He wants to lead and to be lead, in so many ways.
Blaine's thumb is playing with Kurt's suspender and the boy hums to the song. Kurt listens to the lyric as they float slowly around the floor. As they get more comfortable with the dance, they both relax and melt into each other. I believe for every drop of rain that falls a flower grows. I believe that somewhere in the darkest night a candle glows. I believe for everyone who goes astray someone will come to show the way. It's a beautiful thought, Kurt thinks. It's easy to believe within the safety of the thick brick walls of Dalton. He is sneaking glances at Blaine, enthralled by the boy's glowing face. He's so grateful for this boy, and doesn't know what he'd do without him. He won't tell Mercedes, but he is pretty sure Blaine is his best friend. They know so much about each other, understand each other in so many ways, and they have this great chemistry. OK, so he has a big fat crush on his best friend, but Blaine is his best friend, nothing can deny that.
An upbeat song replaces the ballads that have been playing, and Nick and Jeff bounce to the two boys, claiming they want to dance with them. Jeff sweeps off with Blaine, and Nick replaces Blaine's position.
"Nick, Peggy Sue is not something we can slow dance to."
"Says who?"
"Says rhythm and beat."
"Shush, be a rebel, slow dance with me," Nick says, placing both of Kurt's arms around his waist, clinging to his neck. Kurt can only laugh from the ridicule. It doesn't feel like the tender and intimate moment when he danced with Blaine at all.
"How are you doing, Kurt?"
"I'm doing fine, I got this amazing party thrown in my honor."
"Not so upset about Blaine anymore, are you?"
Kurt thinks about their conversation yesterday – had it only been yesterday he thought Blaine was busy with some mystery guy?
"I guess I understand why he was so busy, and I must say I feel more cherished than ignored at the moment," he says a bit snarky, because he is also getting a bit nervous talking about this with Nick. "And you guys knew all the time, didn't you?"
"We sure did. You know the two of you are cute when you dance, right? You keep stealing glances, never looking at each other at the same time. Adorable. And annoying. You are perfect for each other."
Kurt blushes at Nick straightforwardness and compliment.
"Is it weird to say I'm scared of this? I've never done this before, I don't know what to do, I'm afraid of doing something wrong, I'm afraid of misreading and misunderstanding him, I'm afraid of losing my best friend, and the butterflies are overwhelming me," Kurt quickly whispers in Nicks ear.
Nick pecks him on the forehead. "You silly boy, stop overthinking and analyzing everything."
Kurt sighs. "You're basically asking me to change personality."
Nick chuckles, but is interrupted by Wes. "It's my turn to dance with the new kid now."
After a couple of minutes David cuts in. Kurt expects him to want to dance with Wes, as they are involved in an epic bromance, but David wants to dance with Kurt. That's the pace for the next hour. Kurt is being spun and twirled by every single member of the Warblers and New Directions, or spinning and twirling them, everybody cutting in to get a piece of him. Sean apologizes for his question, which Kurt had forgotten all about and can't be bothered. Kurt radiates happiness; it's the best party ever.
A sharp whistling from Santana gets the attention from everybody, whether they are dancing, chatting in the couches or lounging around the snack table.
"Truth or dare!" she exclaims.
Everyone stumbles eagerly back to the couches and pillows, getting comfortable for some humiliation. Kurt had been dancing with his brother when Santana interrupted, and they get seated next to each other. It's nice to spend some time with Finn again, and he is now updated on his father and Carole from another perspective than that of said persons.
They haven't got any bottles at the party, just cups and cans, so Santana snatches the gavel as a substitute spinner. It lands on Kurt.
"You have already answered way too many questions, so you are only allowed to choose 'dare' for tonight," she states. Kurt tries to protest, but as many of the singers in the party agree, he finds himself outnumbered.
"OK, fine, whatever, dare," he says with a shrug.
"Do the Single Ladies-song again," Santana says.
"How is that even a dare?" Kurt starts, but interrupts himself, he isn't about to let Santana get her wicked mind in action to find alternatives. He looks over at Brittany and Tina, who are already standing, ready to back him up.
Kurt may not understand why he is told to do this, but Santana had seen Blaine watch the first performance with his back ramrod straight, jaw on his knees, a blush going down his neck and a distant look in his eyes. Santana figures Blaine maybe needs a reminder of how hot Kurt looked, and who is she to deny someone something hot? Santana is such a saint, after all. She smirks as she watches Blaine during the performance. Consider this an early Christmas gift, Hobbit, she thinks.
As Kurt gets back to his pillow, he spins the gavel. It lands on Nick, who chooses dare, and Kurt dare him to keep his hands off of Jeff for the next half hour. After 20 minutes, Nick busts as he just has to lean his head on his boyfriend's shoulder, and the entire room tease him, but he just laughs at his friends.
In the meantime the gavel has been spun around, and several boys and girls have answered truthfully or obliged their dares. The gavel has just landed on Blaine, and Kurt should have warned him about both Puck and Santana, but Blaine chooses dare, and Puck tells him to give Wes a lapdance.
Blaine gets up without a word and heads for his good friend. He begins a slow dance using all his body and joints to move in front of Wes, who happens to sit almost opposite of Kurt, giving him the view. The two boys have been dancing a lot together this evening, but Kurt has mostly seen his friend's face. Now he gets to see him from another… perspective. Kurt most definitely isn't ogling his best friend, it's not his fault Blaine's entire behind is right in front of him. Kurt likes to think he isn't shallow, and he knows for certain he never thinks about sex, but a heat coils in his tummy. Kurt tries to fight off a blush, because the view is quite pleasurable. The muscles on Blaine's back flexes under the thin t-shirt as he wraps his arms around Wes' neck, and those tight pants doesn't leave much for the imagination. Kurt's breathe hitches, and he feels too warm at the moment. Then Blaine turns around, hands leaning behind him on Wes' thighs, and he's almost grinding his ass in Wes' lap. Wes has wrapped his arms around Blaine, playfully tickling his chest and stomach. Kurt's eyes are fixed on said body, that t-shirt is a sin to wear. Then Blaine jumps up, going back to his place.
"That was it?" Puck asks annoyed, the whole thing hadn't lasted more than maybe 45 seconds.
"Premature ejaculation, what can I say? My job was done," Blaine says airily, making the room erupt in laughter and whistling, drowning out a flustered Wes who tries to explain his endurance is quite fine, thank you very much. Kurt is one of the few not laughing, he's dumbstruck. He never thought he would find himself in a party during high school, where two boys had pretended to do a lapdance, joking about orgasms and not one single person reacting negatively. From the corner of his eyes he can see his brother blushing, but he thinks it has more to do with the premature ejaculation-joke. Kurt remembers how the boys had been imagining running over the postman or picturing coach Beiste in sexy lingerie to cool down while making out with their girls.
Most of the party participants are feeling playful tonight, so there are a lot of dares. Even though everyone's sober – even Puck - they are having a blast. Things are quite PG-rated, with the obvious exception of Puck and Santana. After a while they've seen Mike dance through an entire song solely on his hands (with Tina swooning over his arms and abs), Rachel has – extremely blushingly – knocked on random dorms asking to borrow a condom until she got one (with most of the party people peeking around the corner, of course, and she only had to knock on three doors), Thad had to put on make-up provided from the girls' purses, Blaine had been dared by Santana to give them a thorough demonstration on how to put on a condom with the one Rachel had gotten (he had used a suitable candle, and Kurt recognized his show face throughout his performance, clearly Blaine felt uncomfortable with the situation), and as payback Kurt dared Santana to demonstrate a proper blowjob with one of the bananas from yesterday's class of sexual education who happened to be laying around. Santana had happily obliged.
The spinning gavel has stopped on Kurt this time.
"As the last dare tonight," Jeff begins, "I dare you to hide this gavel so Wes cannot use it during the weekend."
Kurt gets up laughingly, grabs the gavel, and runs out of the room while David and Trent have to hold back Wes. Kurt knows exactly where to hide it, but takes his time in hope of confusing Wes. He's near the entrance door, and decides to step outside for a couple of minutes. The fresh air will be a nice change from the crowded Warblers' room. As he opens the door, he holds his breath at the sight of the beautiful scene. It's been snowing without them noticing, and a thin layer of white powder has covered the grounds. Kurt gently takes three steps from the entrance, twists his body backwards without moving his feet, and a childish squeak escapes his lips as he watches the traces his feet have made in the snow. He takes a couple of more steps, before stretching out his hands and leaning his head backwards, enjoying the cold snow landing in his face, in his hair, on his arms. This is bliss.
When Kurt wants to get inside again, he realizes the door is locked. It's always open, but Kurt has never tried to enter the building this late, so he guesses it's some night time security. It's way past curfew, but he knows the Council got an exception from the administration because of the party, or mostly because of the rehearsal weekend. His keys are in his uniform pants, back in the dorm. Luckily he has his phone, so he sends a quick SOS to Blaine.
Shortly after, Blaine comes running and unlocks the door, but Kurt refuses to go back in immediately.
"Look at all the untouched snow. It's so beautiful. Tomorrow morning it will either have melted, or there will be footsteps everywhere, scarring it."
Blaine joins him, watching the pure snow and the bright full moon. Kurt shivers next to him, only wearing his thin shirt.
"You must be cold; how long have you been standing outside? Here," Blaine says and shoulders Kurt gently to get the boy's attention as he presents his leather jacket for him. Luckily the sleeves are quite wide, so he manages to pull it over the cast.
"And now you'll get cold, let's go back," Kurt says, and without thinking about it grabs Blaine's hand. They walk in comfortable silence back to the Warblers' room. It isn't the first time they hold hands, but Blaine has always been the tactile one and Kurt the hesitant one, still not feeling quite comfortable and safe, still waiting for the bubble to explode after everything he had to endure at McKinley. It isn't often Kurt initiate anything like this. Their hands separate before they enter the party, though.
"Oh God," Wes burst out when he sees the snow in the boys' hair. "Did you hide the gavel outside?"
Kurt just smirks, grabs a stick with pink cotton candy, and gets comfortable in the couch. The circle has dissolved while he was outside, and the dance floor is again vibrant. The jukebox has been replaced by someone's iPod shuffling through a random playlist, and Kurt smiles when he sees Santana and Brittany dancing together. Quite a few of the Warblers are ogling them, but Kurt hopes they don't stand a chance and that the girls have figured out things.
Mercedes is pulling at imaginative lapels and mouths something at Kurt while winking. Kurt knows she's trying to comment him wearing Blaine's jacket, but he pretends he doesn't understand her, waves cheerfully, and continues to talk with Blaine sitting next to him. His friend has just ripped off a big pink bite of the candy.
"You should know, Blaine, me eating this colored, fluffy sugar is really a humongous compliment to your party planning skills. I normally wouldn't eat this stuff, it goes straight to my hips, but I'm too happy and relaxed to care."
Blaine chuckles.
"So getting you relaxed is the secret weapon to make you do whatever I want?"
"Oh no, mister, that is not what I said."
"We'll just have to see, then. I know I'll be thinking out new ways to make you relaxed, you seems funny to experiment with," he says teasingly. "But for the record – I'm glad you enjoy the party."
"And you brought New Directions here," Kurt says hoarsely, convincing his mind to think about anything else than Blaine experimenting with him. "It's been so nice to see every single one of them again."
"I know you miss them, and you've seemed a bit down, so I asked the Council if we could alter the traditions a bit. You wouldn't believe what I can achieve if I mention inviting six girls to this joint," Blaine laughs.
"I've never seen the appeal," Kurt mumbles, but fondly, because they are first and foremost his girls.
"Me neither. Me neither," he says softly, locking eyes with Kurt.
Eventually it's about time to end the party. The Warblers all approach Kurt to officially welcome him among their ranks; some of them offer handshakes, pats on the back or even a quick hug from those he's spoken most with. He gathers his girls to continue their party in his room, when he comes to think about the boys. Where will they be sleeping? It turns out the five boys had been planning to drive back to Lima the same night, but Kurt objects, using the snow, the dark and the late hours as his arguments. After some quick planning and texting, five sleeping bags are provided in the Warblers' practice room, so the boys can spend the night. They all agree on a time to meet for breakfast the next morning, before Kurt and the girls head back to his room. Kurt isn't quite sure how seven people can sleep in his room, but at least his room is tidy and hopefully there is enough free space on the floor. They bring some of the big pillows from the party with them.
Kurt is in the bathroom brushing his teeth, thinking about how to get out of his clothes again, he's never felt comfortable changing in front of anyone after all the incidents in and around the wardrobes at school. A hesitant knock on the door wakes Kurt from his thoughts. He unlocks and opens the door slightly, not surprisingly finding Blaine on the other side.
"Hey, do you need any help?"
Kurt had decided to ask Mercedes to help him, but what the heck, at least he is used to Blaine doing this.
"Yeah, that would be great, if you don't mind."
"Have I ever refused to help you?"
And he hasn't. Even when Blaine was distant and occupied, he still helped him – and now that Kurt knows he was busy planning a party for him, he can't exactly be mad for being somewhat ignored.
Blaine joins Kurt in the bathroom, placing his hands on Kurt's shoulders under the jacket. It's such a warm touch, but still a cold shiver runs up Kurt's spine leaving goose bumps in its trail. Blaine gently shoves the jacket down from his shoulders and arms. It tugs at the cast, and Blaine carefully wraps his fingers around Kurt's wrist while pulling off the jacket, paying attention to not hurt his arm. He then begins unbuttoning Kurt's shirt, pulling it out of his pants.
"I… Umm… I'm not wearing anything under this," Kurt says gesturing at his shirt.
"Oh, umm, I'll try to look somewhere else," Blaine answers, a profound blush on his cheeks. He apparently decides it's better to stare at Kurt's face instead, and wasn't that the worst idea ever, Kurt can't take this. His eyes are so warm, so kind, so caring, and it's too much. Kurt feels his legs tremble, and he stumbles backwards to lean onto the wall.
"Sorry, I…" he says, waving his hand to nothing in particular.
"Sssshh, relax, it's OK, it's just me," Blaine says, caressing a finger over his cheek. It's silly, because there's no such thing as "just" when Blaine is standing so close, but his voice is soothing, and Kurt thinks he'll at least be able to stand on his feet.
"I'm self conscious, I guess…" Kurt mumbles, studying his toes intently.
"Hey," Blaine whispers, cupping his chin and gently lifting his head. "Do you want me to stop? I don't want to push you, Kurt. I'll only do it if you trust me and are comfortable."
"God Blaine, it sounds like we're about to have sex." The words are out of his mouth before he can adjust his filter, and Kurt stiffens for a moment, until he realizes Blaine is laughing silently.
"Oh my God Kurt, you're right, I hope your girlfriends aren't eavesdropping at the door. And I hope the first time won't be in a bathroom, six girls waiting on one side of the wall, and a bunch of Warblers high on sugar running around the hallways on the other side."
Both boys try to muffle their laughter in their friend's shoulder.
As the laughter ebbs out, Blaine quickly undoes the rest of the buttons, and twirls Kurt out of his shirt. Before Kurt has time to realize he's half naked in front of his crush, Blaine whispers a "sweet dreams" in his ear, quickly pecks his cheek and disappears from the room. Kurt feels like a silly teenage girl when his hand carefully touches where Blaine's lips met his skin.
Safely tucked in pyjama pants, a t-shirt and a hoodie, Kurt joins the girls in his room. Four of the girls have already changed, but Quinn skips into the bathroom when Kurt steps out.
"She's probably conscious about stretch marks and saggy babymilk-boobs," Santana says with a neutral voice. Kurt can relate. When Quinn comes back, Rachel pops off, explaining how she will not be one of the actresses known for her naked body, and she wants to be appreciated for her talent, so she is saving herself in every way possible for her one true love.
The five girls and Kurt have settled down with sleeping bags/blankets/covers and the big pillows on the floor, starting their hushed conversation, as one Miss Berry screams from the bathroom. They all bolt up, but Kurt is the first to open the door. Behind it he sees a petrified Rachel covering her clothed boobs with her hands over the dress she's been wearing at the party, and a slightly amused Blaine in the other doorway.
"Rachel," Kurt says patiently, "you know I share a bathroom with Blaine. You have to lock both doors."
"Why can't his door stay locked, so we don't have to be traumatized like this?" Rachel yells.
There's a collective roll of eyes from one Kurt and five girls.
"And how would he be able to use his own bathroom then?"
"If you would please excuse me, I need to lock two doors to get some privacy," Rachel says dramatically, not answering Kurt's question.
"I'm sorry", Kurt mouths to Blaine, who only chuckles, shakes his head and waves goodbye.
As they go back to their cozy arrangements on the floor, Kurt grabs his phone to set the alarm. He notices he has received one new text, from Blaine.
For what it's worth, your body is beautiful.
AN: Lyrics are from I Believe by Frankie Laine.