~VioletCherry342~


"Grr!" Kurt growled, throwing both pages of sheet music in the air and gripping his hair in clumps (he hadn't coiffed it that day). "This is hopeless. These songs don't work."

"C'mon, Kurt!" Quinn said, scooping up the papers and sitting down on Kurt's spine.

"Ow!" Kurt whined, but Quinn ignored him. She giggled and crossed her legs, reading over the words again. "Ugh. Why couldn't I pull my own card?"

"What did you put?" Kurt asked, his voice strained with the extra weight on him. Quinn felt like she was riding a horse, with how much Kurt was wiggling. She just kept rocking back and forth, trying to throw her off.

"'Talk That Talk'," She said. "Rihanna."

"Oh!" He said, rolling over so she flopped off him. "I love that song!"

"Me too!" She squealed. "I know the entire Jay-Z part."

"You do not."

Quinn smirked and stood up, taking Kurt's iPod out of his iHome and replacing it with her iTouch, clicking play.

"Oo-ooh-oh-oh-o-o-o-ooh-oh-oh," Kurt encouraged. "Talk that talk to, me, yeah. Oo-ooh-oh-oh-o-o-o-ooh-oh-oh. Talk that talk to me, yeah."

"I be tryin' chill
Bitches wanna fuck me
Every little city I go
'Fuck me!'

"Shawty musta heard
Got the word
I move that D
Had it by a bladder
She like 'Oh, I gotta pee'

"Haha

"Ran into a Rothko in my restroom
Singer slash actress in my bedroom
God I have the ticket for a walk through
Everything I do is big

"I talk big money
I talk big homes
I sell out arenas
I call that gettin' dome

"Million dollar voice
Came through the phone
We headin' to the top
If you comin'
Come on!

"I'm flyin' out to Pisa
Just to get some pizza
Down to Jamaica
Just to roll some reefa

"Sex on the beach
Left love speechless
They say that money talk
Tell these other niggas speak up
What's up?"

Kurt laughed, hard, clapping his hands. Quinn paused the music and giggled, blushing hard.

"T-Turn it back on," Kurt said.

"Why?" She giggled.

"Just do it! Restart it," He said. "Do that again. We might get some ideas."

Quinn nodded and giggled, doing her rap again and looking at Kurt. Kurt then piped up, rolling off the bed without even noticing his iPhone buzzing, his hipbone betraying him .

"One and two and three and four
C'mon let me know if you want s'more
You know what I like
Now get it right
Boy, talk that talk to me all night

"Yeah, boy, I like it
Yeah, boy I like it
Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah
Yeah, that talk to me, yeah
Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah"

Quinn giggled, taking the next verse with her sultry, smooth voice.

"Say what you want
Say what you like
Say what you want me to do
And I got you"

She hugged Kurt from behind, her arms around his neck. He batted his eyes and bit back another snort.

"Tell me how to love you
Tell me how to hold you
I'mma get it right on the first try for you"

She then spun around, did a Sam-Evans-Hip-Thrust.

"Cause you ain't never had a woman like me, yeah
And you will never have another like me, yeah
No-ooh-ooh-oh
So I'mma give it to ya, baby"

Kurt giggled.

"One and two and three and four
C'mon lemme know if you want s'more
You know what I like
Now get it right
Boy, talk that talk to me all night

"Yeah, boy, I like it
Yeah, boy, I like it
Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah
Yeah, that talk to me, yeah
Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah"

Quinn took the first part of the chorus, with a few innocent hip jabs and ruffling her hair.

"What you saying now
Give it to me, baby
I want it all night
Give it to me, baby
What you saying now
Give it to me, baby
Give it to me, baby
G-G-Give it to me, baby"

Kurt got a little more rank, falling back on the bed, unintentionally close to his phone. Quinn laughed, clapping her hands once and falling back on the other bed.

"What you saying now
Give it to me, baby
I want it all night
Give it to me, baby
What you saying now
Give it to me, baby
Give it to me, baby
G-G-Give it to me, baby"

They both sang the rest of the words together, still fighting off giggles.

"One and two and three and four
C'mon lemme know if you want s'more
You know what I like
Now get it right
Boy, talk that talk to me all night

"Yeah, boy, I like it
Yeah, boy, I like it
Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah
Yeah, (Oh, yeah) that talk to me, yeah
Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah"

"Oo-ooh-oh-oh-o-o-o-ooh-oh-oh
Talk that talk to, me, yeah
Oo-ooh-oh-oh-o-o-o-ooh-oh-oh
Talk-Talk that talk to me, yeah

"Oo-ooh-oh-oh-o-o-o-ooh-oh-oh
Talk that talk to, me, yeah
Oo-ooh-oh-oh-o-o-o-ooh-oh-oh
Talk-Talk that talk to me, yeah"

There was brief pause in which both singers caught their breath and turned the iPod off before they both pouted.

"Why isn't THAT our song?" Kurt exclaimed.

"Nyeh," Quinn said, crossing her arms and sitting on the bed next to him. "We gotta work with what we got.."

'HUMMEL!'

Kurt lifted a brow at the little elf voice that piped up. "Did you hear that?"

'FANCY! Dammit... KURT HUMMEL!'

Quinn's brows knit together and she looked at Kurt's pillow. "Your phone is on.."

Kurt's eyes widened and he grabbed at it. "Hello? Okay, if this is my dad, we were just rehearsing.."

"Oh, chill," Said a voice which was almost worse than his dad. "I'm nothing like your dad and I don't intend on telling him anything, either."

Kurt flushed, hard. "D-David?"

"Good job, Fancy," David said, sounding far too amused. "Tell me, how do you like to be talked to?"

"Uhh," Kurt blinked, covering his face with one hand. He couldn't tell you why the thought that David had heard him singing like that made him so embarrassed, but damn it he couldn't breathe right.

"Oh, you like the dirty talk, don't you, you little slut?" David asked.

Kurt's eyes widened at his own reaction to that, shifting on the bed. "David. Shut up."

Quinn tilted her head at how Kurt's ears and neck got remarkably darker at whatever Dave just said, hearing the other boy laugh.

"Oh, you do like that," David said, falling back on his own bed, hearing a small growl escape Kurt's throat.

"Yeah, um, anyhow-"

"You just said 'Yeah' to that, you know.."

"Did not," Kurt growled.

"Did so."

"I am not having this argument with you." Kurt pouted. "What's going on?"

"Just wanted to know when our, ahh.. Next meeting was?" He asked shyly, his turn to blush. He felt like such a bitch, calling Kurt in the middle of the afternoon, asking, basically, when he could see him again. David had fallen asleep telling himself 'Fuck yourself, Karofsky. He hates you, and you're helping him get a stronger with his little fairy boyfriend..Chill.'

He didn't seem to mind the dirty talk, though...

'Keep dreamin', Dave,' his head screamed.

"Um," Kurt said. "How about you come over this weekend? I mean...I had a date with Blaine, but he's probably gonna blow me off anyway, so..."

"You realize if he doesn't bail, you blew him off, right?" David asked.

"Yeah.." Kurt said slowly.

"Good boy," David said.

"What?"

"Rule...three, now?" He paused. "Yeah. Rule three. You're not supposed to be there constantly for him, whenever he feels like showing up. Remember how I said you were clingy?"

"How could I forget?" Kurt hissed.

David snorted. "Yeah, well, being there all the time, even when Blaine can't be bothered to come see you? It's what guys call 'Clingy'. We're dick heads, which I'm sure you know."

"My boyfriend is hot for someone else, my brother is whiny as hell, one of my closest friends has a rulebook on staying in the closet, et cetera.. Believe me, I know."

Closest friend? David grinned in spite of himself, running a hand through his hair like he did when he was feeling bashful or upset.

"Right.." David said. "So, Saturday?"

"Saturday."

"All right," He said. "Bye, Fancy."

"Bye, Hamhock." Kurt hung up and chuckled.

"Was that Davie?" Quinn asked. Kurt nodded and Quinn smirked.

"What?" Asked the soprano.

"Nothing," She said, even though she had a wittle hunch that Blaine wasn't the only one with a crush. "We should get back to our songs."

"Right," Kurt said, narrowing his eyes in confusion before leaning over the papers again, huffing. "We can do this.."

"Yesh," Quinn said, causing Kurt to laugh again. And oh yes, they knew what they were doing.


Bwahaha. Karomel fluff.. Kurtofsky...Meh. I can't figure out who I like more! *pouts* Anyhow. You didn't think I would tease you with Bad Entertainment yet, did you? ;) No no. Next chapter, I believe. Unless I think of something else to stall with.. hahaha. :P Anyvayz...I know I was gonna say something but I can't remember, sooo...bleh. Enjoy? lol