Warning for a really bad pun at the end?
"Thank you so much for doing this."
"I'm your husband, it's part of my job description," Blaine teased, tossing his messenger bag in the corner of the dance studio before smiling over at Kurt. "And I could hear how stressed you sounded over the phone."
"Because the show opens in a week, Blaine!" Kurt said, voice going high with panic. "If I don't get this number right, we're going to get bad reviews and tank before the ink is even dry on the playbills."
"Whoa, hey, take a deep breath, babe," Blaine said, hastening over to Kurt so he could rub his arms soothingly. "You said you've got the steps, just not the mood?"
"Yeah."
"Then you'll be fine. We'll run it and try to figure out how to get the emotions there, but worse comes to worst, they'll just rave about your technical perfection and forget all about the emotion."
Kurt just glared.
"Okay, they might mention the emotion. But also the perfection!" Blaine amended. "So c'mon. Show me what you've got."
"We're mostly just emulating the choreo from the original staging, but with a few flares and twists for the sake of being unique," Kurt said, shaking out his limbs. "Think you can follow while I lead?"
"I'm pretty familiar with the routine," Blaine said with a shrug, prompting a snort from Kurt - they both knew that Blaine had watched the bootleg approximately six dozen times. "Whenever you're ready."
Kurt hit play on the speaker system and started guiding Blaine through the dance. At first, Blaine was stunned - Kurt wasn't having any problems connecting to the emotion as far as he could tell. His eye contact was perfect, deepening the intensity without getting creepy or awkward, and his posture was straight but also fitted to Blaine's form whenever possible, adding to the intimacy. By the end of the number, though, Blaine had figured out Kurt's scheme.
"You - little - minx," Blaine huffed, out of breath from both the exertion and the looks Kurt had given him. "You weren't struggling with the emotion at all."
"I'll admit it was never quite that overpowering before, but…," Kurt said, smirking at Blaine as he caught his own breath. "I may have had an ulterior motive."
Blaine surged forward, pinning Kurt to the nearest (and thankfully not barre-ed) wall and kissing him passionately. "You could've just asked, you know."
"But this was more fun, especially since you didn't know it was coming. You got more into it this way."
"So what you're saying is...you've got my number."
Kurt bit his lip and shoved Blaine away in disgust. "Aaaand you've ruined it with that pun."
"I'm sorry. I can fix it," Blaine said, stepping forward again.
And fix it he did.