Chapter 14- Celebrity Skin
Author's Note: I promised you huge doses of Klaine, and I hope I delivered.
Warning: The rating of this story changed, although I'm still not planning to write explicit scenes. However, there might be more sexual situations that occur than I intended at first, and the language (although there are certain words I will never type) and content is a little more mature than I feel it should be for a T rated piece. If you are a teen reading this piece, I will post warnings in each chapter. However, this is a slow burn piece, so no Klaine sex yet. However, i tried to include quite a few fluffy moments.
Thank you to Icandance, BeautifulUnseen, and ItsNotEasyBeingQueen for your reviews. You always inspire me to continue writing. I also wanted shout out to my beta, Kellyb321. If you have never read her stories, they are amazing. I hope I balanced out the drama from the last chapter with a little humor and lots of fun. Also, I'm now on Tumblr as GleefulDarrenCrissFan.
"Today is a very big day," David smiled. You are going to be responsible for executing the look that the contestants want. You have your assistants, and I suggest handing off smaller tasks, such as color mixing or basic make-up application to them. However, if your assistants are working on a contestant, it is your responsibility to make sure that your clients are satisfied with their overall look. You will have the females first, and then the boys will come in afterwards. Try to adhere to the schedule, because the contestants are on a tight schedule themselves. Any questions or concerns?"
The stylists shook their heads no. Kurt could tell Sugar and Unique were nervous, but Kurt was at ease for his morning appointments. His nature of being highly organized had come in handy. Rachel and Mercedes were scheduled to show up at any moment. The composites were already drawn up, and all his supplies were ready to go. He had his assistant, Chandler, lay out the selected pieces in wardrobe, and prepared all of his materials so they were handy.
Sugar's assistant, on the other hand, was a bumbling mess. "Dottie, I need you to make sure that you have everything ready for highlights."
"Got it," she called, turning, and knocking over a tray with styling supplies.
"Ugh," Sugar groaned. "Not again. Dottie, our client will be here any minute, and this is a mess.
"Chandler, could you go and help Sugar. I'm completely ready, and she could use some extra assistance."
"Sure, Kurt," Chandler grinned. "But she can only have me until you need me again. Just holler and I'll be right back, ok!"
"Thank you, Chandler."
"You're totally welcome. I'm just so excited to be the assistant to Ms. Isabelle Wright's protege. I'm just so lucky. Like I said holler when you need me again." Chandler called.
"Damn, Kurt." Elliott laughed and shook his head.
"What? Chandler is great," Kurt puzzled aloud. "You don't like him."
"He's fine, although he is certainly smitten with you. Don't let your little bow-tied cutie see you two."
"Please. Chandler is my assistant," Kurt reminded him.
"Oh, I'm sure he's aware that he is under you, and I bet he wishes he was in other ways too," Elliott teased.
"I would never date a co-worker," Kurt insisted.
"Aw, well there you went and burst my bubble. I was going to suggest that we go out sometime," Elliott chuckled. "Although, handsome bow-tie guy would probably lock me in a closet before he'd ever let that happen."
"Blaine and I aren't together, Elliott. If we were, he'd be eliminated. Besides, I don't see Blaine as the jealous type." Kurt replied.
"I'll remember you said that," Elliott grinned. "Well, it looks like your first client is here."
"Yeah, Rachel is uptight about being on time," Kurt laughed. "Although I asked her to arrive early. We have a long way to go to freshen her look. I mean I love makeovers as much as the next person, but Rachel somehow manages to dress like a toddler and a grandmother at the same time. Luckily, I've had experience working with Rachel, and I think we settled on something that will really look great on her."
"Well, if you need a little help before my client gets here, just let me know . I'm just going to make sure that I have the right wardrobe pulled. Apparently, Brittany and Santana want a cheerleading type skirt in leather, and the design I had was too long for their liking. I'll have to talk to Joe in alterations to make it shorter," Elliott commented.
"It could be worse," Sugar sighed. "My client requested a tight body suit made entirely out of leather."
"Ugh, I feel like leather should only be reserved for jackets, belts, boots, and batman," Kurt groaned.
"So what? No leather chaps for Kurt," Elliott chortled.
Kurt glared at Elliott. "Seriously? I know it would probably be right up Starchild's alley, but Kurt Hummel loves romance."
"So I guess you'd never be serenading anyone with Rihanna's S & M," Elliott teased.
"No, I'm more of a Beatles guy," Kurt smiled widely, remembering the conversation he had with Blaine about serenades. "Although, you and Blaine apparently have similar ideas on appropriate serenade songs."
"You boys already serenaded each other?" Elliott asked, his mouth agape.
"No, no. We just talked about it," he frowned. "Although we did get to sing a duet together. I wish we could've sung together a little more."
"Well, who says you can't. I mean, you are on the set of a singing competition. I don't think anyone would think it was weird if you were singing on set. Hell, I'd sing a duet with you."
"I might have to take you up on that, although I fear you might steal my thunder," Kurt teased.
"Please, you're Kurt freaking Hummel. I'm sorry you didn't get a chance to perform on the show. I think you would've been a force to be reckoned with," Elliott assured him.
"You know it honey," Unique agreed. "He's amazing, although I'd love to sing with him too. I think that we should all go out together and get our diva on. There are some amazing clubs out there where we could do open mic nights or karaoke. I think that we would be fabulous!" she giggled.
"I'm in," Sugar called. "As long as you don't mind being upstaged by me," Sugar bragged.
"Um, yeah, sure, Sugar," Elliott answered, catching Kurt's eye and shaking his head as if to say 'that's never going to happen'. Well, I better let you get back to-
"Did I hear someone say karaoke?" Chandler interrupted. "That's would be fabulous. We could do a duet."
"Uh, we were just joking around, Chandler. I can't go out much. I care for my dad in the evenings," Kurt answered.
"Oh, bummer," Chandler frowned. "Well, if you ever get a night off, let me know. We could get a bite to eat and then go back to my place. I have a karaoke machine in my dorm."
"Oh, I bet your roommate loves that," Kurt smiled.
"Actually he doesn't. Although, I don't think that guy ever smiles. He always seems annoyed when I'm around. I wonder what causes that?" Chandler wondered.
"I can't imagine?" Kurt answered. "I mean, you seem to have such a sunny disposition to me."
"I know, right?" Chandler exclaimed. "Oh well. So what else do you need me to do boss?"
"Um, Mercedes should be here any minute, so make sure that we have everything we need to do the weave she wanted. Then, check to make sure that we have the shades of eye shadow that we discussed."
"Kurt!" Rachel called shrilly. "Did you forget about me? Don't we need to get started?"
Santana bolted up from the bed. She overslept. It was her fault. She had hit the snooze button on the alarm. She was exhausted. She rubbed her eyes and then let her hand drop. But it didn't hit the mattress. Santana turned to see Brittany next to her, wrapped in a thin sheet.
"Hey," Brittany softly, at Santana's touch. Brittany had awakened in the middle of the night whimpering, and Santana immediately made her way over to her bed and embraced her warmly, intending to do as they normally had, snuggle and spoon.
However, as soon as Santana placed a comforting kiss to Brittany's lips, Brittany immediately reciprocated the kiss, which immediately went from gentle and sweet, to passionate and dirty when Brittany started to lick at Santana's bottom lip, requesting access into Santana's warm mouth. Santana didn't hesitate to part her lips and allowed Brittany's pink tongue to enter her mouth, their tongues intertwining.
Santana had come out in her senior year of high school out of necessity. She had quite a reputation for sleeping with most of the jocks her Freshman and sophomore years until Denise transferred to the school. She was a leggy redhead with a fiery temper, and Santana was drawn to her immediately. They started fooling around while Santana dated Kyle, a jock she had discovered was gay as well, and she blackmailed him into being her beard while she continued seeing Denise. However, Denise's brother walked in on them and snapped a photo on his phone and posted it on Facebook. That was Hell.
Now, Santana wondered about Brittany. Santana knew that Brittany had had quite a few sexual partners, but she didn't know if any of them had been female. Was Brittany bisexual or gay even, or was she just experimenting? After last night, Brittany could add Santana to that list. She hadn't intended for it to happen, but things had quickly heated up, and now, Santana found herself bare naked in Brittany's embrace, after a night of unbridled passion and exploration. And now, Santana was more terrified than she had ever been in her life. What if Brittany regretted it? What if Brittany decided it was a one time thing? Why did she even care? She was Santana. She didn't get emotionally attached. Sex was just sex, until it wasn't. Last night was something much deeper. For the first time in her life, Santana was in love.
"Britt, sweetie, we overslept," she said, shaking the girl gently.
Brittany leaned in and kissed Santana soundly on the lips. "What?"
"We're supposed to be at the studio in ten minutes," Santana said, her voice rising in panic. "Britt, we aren't going to make it in time."
"Well, then, why the rush? Just tell them the truth. We overslept," The blue eyed beauty answered, smiling warmly at the Latina girl.
"Brittany, about last night...?"
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Brittany asked.
"I don't know? You haven't shared your thought," Santana replied nervously.
"I need a shower and so do you. I'm a math genius. I say we save time and just shower together. What do you say?"
" I say that you really are a genius," Santana smiled, crashing her lips into Brittany's, then pulling her by the hand toward the bathroom.
It was almost nine when they entered the studio.
"Ladies, what happened?" questioned Elliott. "I was about to send someone after you."
"We overslept," they answered simultaneously.
Elliott cocked his eyebrow suspiciously at Kurt, who shrugged his shoulders. "Well, let's get started. I might need you to help me. Santana, maybe you could help me by shampooing Brittany's hair," Elliott suggested.
"Oh, she already did!" Brittany exclaimed.
And as busy as it had been in the salon area, everything immediately went quiet.
"Brittany! You need to watch how you say that." She meant, we already took showers this morning. She was out of shampoo, so I leant her mine," Santana added quickly.
"Oh," Elliott chuckled. "Well, ok. That's good, then. Well, let's move on. Brittany, you'll go with Jeremiah, and he'll help you with wardrobe and makeup, ok."
Brittany nodded, and the two blondes headed back to the wardrobe rack.
"I'm glad I'm not the only one that was late," admitted Mercedes aloud to Santana, as Kurt was working on her weave.
"You were late, and you survived. Kurt didn't murder you?" Santana asked the diva.
"Not yet. She only got me riled up, so don't push me, Satan." Kurt answered.
"Your hair is going to look amazing, Mercedes," Santana commented. "As long as Ladylips does screw it up."
"Unique showed me what to do, so hush, or I'll add peroxide to the conditioner Elliott is using," Kurt threatened. He closed his eyes and chuckled. "Ah yes, I could just envision you as a blonde."
"You wouldn't dare," Santana replied.
"Try me, Satan," Kurt challenged. Santana closed her lips.
"How do you do that?" Elliott questioned. "She doesn't respond to me like that."
"She may be a hardass on the outside, but she knows that I don't make idle threats. It's respect."
"Shut up, Ladylips," Santana sassed.
"Shall I grab the peroxide now, or slip it into your shampoo," Kurt reminded her.
"Whatever," she replied with a playful eye roll. "Kurt, one more thing. I'm glad you're back," she smiled. "And I'm not the only one."
""Yeah, white boy, we missed you like crazy," Mercedes added. "And Santana's right. So did a certain little hobbit. You know, a certain little roommate of yours."
"I don't like it when you call me that," Rachel called.
"Maybe, just maybe, did you ever think that we weren't referring to you?" Santana asked. "I mean, get over yourself. The whole world doesn't revolve around you. You aren't the only pint sized person in the house."
"You said former roommate, and I assumed that you were referring to me. I mean, Kurt and I were...Oh, that former roommate," Rachel smiled. "She's right. He's actually smiling again."
"And he's cooking again too," Tina commented. "After you left, Finn attempted to make breakfast for us. How do you screw up grilled cheese? And don't even ask me what that was that Puck made," she giggled.
"I missed him too," Kurt admitted. I missed you all. Oh, I definitely missed this - girl talks," he smiled. "Tina, I can't wait to see you with highlights. What song are you and Rachel doing?"
"Thanks Kurt," Tina smiled. "We're doing 'What a Feeling,'" she answered. "I'm excited. I can't believe that we're going to be on tv!" she gushed, then frowned. "I'm sorry, Kurt. That was insensitive of me."
"It's fine, Tina. You have every right to be excited. You deserve to be on the show, and I am happy for all of you. You better believe that I will be watching and cheering you all on."
Brittany walked in, and Santana's mouth dropped open, as Brittany strutted around in her pleated leather skirt, one shoulder exposed.
"Damn girl! Looking good!" Elliott whistled. "Come sit down, and I'll finish working my magic. "Jeremiah, let's try that temporary perm that we talked about. I think this look will be accentuated with slight waves."
Jeremiah nodded, and started mixing the chemicals he needed and preparing the area.
"I think all of our ladies are looking fabulous!" Unique commented. "Marley, are you ok?"
"Yeah, I just don't know how comfortable I feel in this," Marley commented, gesturing at the skin-tight costume she was wearing. "It's so clingy."
At that moment, Kitty strutted out of the dressing room, completely clad in a leather dominatrix catsuit. "That's the idea, Wallflower. We'll have all of America drooling. Well, me more so than you. Maybe you're right about the tight clothing. It's only flattering if you aren't sporting a muffin top."
"Hey, Marley is extremely fit. She's beautiful." Elliott commented. "I've heard a few of the guys commenting on how hot she is."
Marley blushed. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Kurt nodded. "You are a very pretty girl. And not everyone can pull off gold spandex, but you're owning it."
"Didn't you wear gold spandex in your solo performance?" Mercedes giggled.
"Like I said, so few of us that can make it work," he smiled.
"I'd say Blaine thought you did it justice," Santana smirked. "I'm sure you gave him plenty of ammunition for his spank bank with that performance."
"Oh my, is it hot in here? Can we open a window," Kurt blushed.
"There aren't any windows, Kurt." Brittany answered. "Do you want me to get a fan. You are really red. Do you need a bottle of water?"
"No, Brittany, what he needs is not something anyone in this room can give him, you know, well unless Starchild decided to dish out some stress relief," Santana laughed. "Although, the guys in this room right now are sending my gaydar into overdrive. And our gel-obsessed hobbit ain't the only one that pictures Ladylips with his gold pants down around his ankles.
"You're just begging for the bleached look," He warned, giving Santana his biggest bitch glare.
"What, your assistant has been undressing you with his eyes all morning long?" Santana chuckled.
"He does appear to like you," Quinn smiled, as Sugar applied blush to Quinn's cheeks.
"Quinn, I just don't have time or interest in anything like that. My biggest responsibility is making sure that I help you girls look more gorgeous than you already are, and making sure my dad is ok, although I bet he wishes that his nurse could just take over full time," Kurt chortled.
"Nurse? Your dad let you hire a nurse?" Rachel questioned.
"Isabelle wouldn't take no for an answer," he replied. Rachel nodded. "And it's almost as if Isabelle hand-picked her for my dad. He's completely taken with her. She stopped by twice even though she wasn't on duty. I think he's one step away from asking her to move in."
"I'm glad to hear that he's happy. Your dad really is great, Kurt, and he deserves someone that makes him smile," Rachel commented. "Kurt's dad is an amazing guy."
"I'm not sure that I could picture Porcelain's father. Especially, his straight father, as camp as Kurt is, no offense," Kitty stated.
"Hey, Sugar, do you want me to help out so that you can give your full attention to Kitty? It's going to take a lot of product and time to remove that permanent bitch smirk from her face," Kurt sassed, giving her an icy, hard stare.
Kitty looked like she had been slapped. "Someone needs to get laid," Kitty replied.
"And it definitely ain't you, since you probably have had your share of sexual encounters and then some," Santana sassed back.
"Ladies," Kurt grinned. "Please, please, frown creates lines, and we are running out of time. The boys will be coming in soon, and I wanted to demonstrate the moisturizing routine before you leave."
"Great job on the body roll, Artie," complemented Jeff, giving him a high five. "Blaine, you guys are going to look great!"
"Thanks, but I'm worried about the end," Blaine replied. "The moves are great, but I need to talk to the band about the arrangement. Something is missing. Artie, I'm going to holler at Nick for a minute. Do you want a water or something?"
"No, I'm good. Thank you." Artie answered. "Jeff, thank you so much for all of your work."
"No problem man. It's my job. You guys really are going to kill this. You both have amazing voices and great work ethic. That's a winning combination," Jeff smiled. "But Blaine's right. Something's not quite right with the arrangement. He really has a deep conceptual ability with music. He sees the whole picture. That's special."
"You're not attracted to Blaine, are you?" teased Artie.
"No, although I could see myself being attracted to a guy that is passionate about music. I do think he's a great guy. I hope after the show, we remain friends," Jeff replied. "Besides, he told me he kinda has the hots for another guy."
"Kurt. Yeah, he was a contestant, for a short time. But he's back, as a stylist. I think Blaine was practically glowing when he saw Kurt Friday."
"That's why he had that massive grin, and then he rushed off immediately the other day." Jeff grinned. "I'm glad. I felt so bad for him. But they still can't date, not while Blaine is a contestant."
"I think that Blaine will be fine, just getting to see Kurt and knowing that he is ok," Artie replied.
"Yeah, that's..." Jeff froze in mid sentence, dumbstruck as Blaine waltzed over to them with the most gorgeous guy Jeff had ever seen directly behind him. He had his guitar strapped across his chest and sheet music in his hand. A click pen was clipped onto his partially unbuttoned henley shirt, revealing a dark smattering of chest hair. Apparently this guy had either bought the shirt a size too small or he had been working out, because it clung to him in all the right places. Who was this guy?
"Hey, Artie, I was talking to Nick, and he thinks he has a solution," Blaine said with a grin.
"I think that if we add some synthesizers, and change the tone on the keyboards, it will fix that. I can't wait to see what you guys will do with it, once you add the choreography. I'm glad you have someone who actually knows how to dance. If you left it to Blaine, you guys would be swaying back and forth," the brunette laughed.
"Hey, my choreography wasn't that bad. I got better," Blaine chuckled.
"Uh Blaine, we were basically two-stepping," Nick chuckled. "Now, you should have seen the stuff Sebastian tried to get us to do after he took over," Nick frowned. "He had us doing flips and everything."
"I saw the performance. I went back and rewatched the videos on Youtube, but I didn't see you in the Nationals performance, Nick. You never told me why you weren't there," Blaine stated.
"I quit. It wasn't the same without you. And Hunter was a tyrant. He and Sebastian hogged all of the solos, and it just wasn't fun anymore. And then when Hunter demanded that we start taking performance enhancers, I just couldn't do it anymore."
"Wait, what?" Blaine blurted. "Drugs! And they didn't get expelled?"
"They never got caught. That year was hell. I contemplated transferring to public school," Nick explained.
"Why didn't you ever tell me?" Blaine asked.
"You finally got out of Ohio, Blaine. Your dad was really making you miserable. I didn't want you worrying about us. You would have come back, wouldn't you?"
"You know me too well," Blaine agreed. "So, was this 'Hunter' really that bad?"
"He was an ass, but Sebastian was worse. He really knows how to manipulate people and play both sides. When I saw him here, I was really concerned. Just don't let your guard down," Nick warned.
"I don't trust him at all," Artie commented. "He just seems like an absolute sleazeball."
"Yeah, I'm glad I'm not his choreographer," Jeff muttered quietly, staring at the man that Blaine called Nick.
""Hey, Jeff, this is Nick. He's in the band," Blaine said casually. "We were roommates and soloists at Dalton Academy in Ohio. He's the one that told me about this show."
Nick turned his head, and his eyes focused in on the gorgeous blonde in front of him. His tight turquoise tank, damp with sweat, hugged his well toned body. His long blonde hair was messy in places, hanging down in his gorgeous blue eyes. Nick eyes traveled down to Jeff's muscular thighs and calves. There wasn't an ounce of fat on his body anywhere from what he could see. He then began to wonder about the parts that he couldn't see, and Nick realized that he was staring. He cleared his throat and nervously turned his head to see that Jeff had extended his hand, which was now just sticking out awkwardly. Nick took his hand in his, but feared that the gorgeous blonde would be disgusted by how sweaty his palms were. Surprisingly, Jeff shook his hand and didn't immediately let it go. "Uh, hi," Nick managed to say.
Their hands stayed linked as Nick's brown eyes gazed into the gorgeous blue eyes of this sexy man in front of him. "Hi. It's nice to meet you," Jeff muttered, still firmly shaking the brunette's hand.
"So, you're a choreographer. That's awesome. I was always fascinated by people that express themselves through their bodies, by um, dancing, you know, performance art," he gulped, realizing how sexual what he said just sounded. He quickly released the blonde's hand and shifted his eyes to Blaine. "With the beat of this song, I bet the steps to this routine will be really awesome. I'd love to see what you guys do with it," Nick praised.
"Well, you'll see it at the rehearsal, but it's ok with me if you sit in on a dance lesson, as long as the boys don't mind," Jeff suggested. "I'm sure they wouldn't mind hearing what you think."
"Sure, I don't mind," Blaine smiled. "Do you mind, Artie?"
"Nah, it's fine," Artie grinned knowingly at Blaine. "But we have to be going, Blaine. We have our make-overs soon, and I want to get my sexy on. Besides, I know there's a stylist that is probably wanting to play with your hair."
Blaine turned crimson. "It's not like that. I don't like people touching my hair."
"Oh, is this the cutie Blaine's stuck on," Nick teased. "I bet he'd get a kick out of those curls."
"He's seen them," Blaine stated.
"I bet he has," Jeff laughed, as Artie fist bumped him.
"Shut up," muttered Blaine. "Come on Artie. I don't want to be late."
"So, do you play the guitar?" Jeff questioned the brunette as Blaine wheeled Artie away.
"Yeah, I love to play," Nick answered.
"I play too." he smiled. "Blaine said you were a soloist as well."
"We used to sing together. He's really great." Nick answered.
"I bet you are too," Jeff flirted. "Do you play anywhere? I'd come watch."
"I playing at a club this weekend. Come along. You could wow everybody with your slick moves." Nick grinned.
"It's a date," Jeff answered quickly. "Wait, uh, I mean, not a 'date' date, unless you want to, I mean…."
"Then it's a date," he smiled. "Do you want to just meet there or do you want to get a bite to eat first?"
"That sounds great," Jeff grinned. "I know this fantastic little Italian place,"
"Pick you up at 7:00?" Nick asked.
"Sounds fantastic!"
"That was adorable," Artie chuckled, as they rolled into the on-set salon. "Nick seems like a great guy, and Jeff is really cool."
"Jeff is Nick's type," Blaine smiled.
"Hey, did you do that on purpose?" Artie eyed him suspiciously.
Blaine raised both hands. "Who me?"
"You did, you sly dog!" Artie snickered.
"What? I knew they'd be cute together. We're the only ones that aren't allowed to date. They would be allowed to. Why shouldn't they?"
Artie laughed. "Playing Cupid, huh. Just don't start walking around in a loincloth, k, man? I'm gonna go flirt with my sweet stylist. And you go flirt with yours."
"Sorry boys, but we're finishing up here. Do you mind to wait for just a minute?" Kurt asked.
"Not a problem," Blaine answered politely.
"Hey guys," called Sam. "Have a good rehearsal?"
"Yeah, it was great, although I wish I had time to shower. I'm sweaty," Blaine fussed. "And my hair's a mess."
"I bet Kurt can't wait to get his hands in those curls," Sam teased.
"Why does everyone keep saying that?" Blaine pouted. "Why do you guys keep picking at me,"
"Because watching you turn eleven shades of red is pretty funny," Sam chuckled as Ryder, Jake, and Sebastian joined the other guys on the bench in the waiting area.
Sugar came into the waiting area. "Alright you guys! Are you ready for fabulousness!" she called enthusiastically. "I present you, the ladies!"
The song 'Diva' was blaring as each of the girls strutted out of the salon, one by one, posing and dancing to the music. Sam's mouth dropped open as Mercedes strutted past him with a red dress.
"Dude, your mouth looks even bigger now," Puck laughed.
"Puck, I swear, sometimes you say the gayest things," Jake chuckled.
"Totally hetero dude." Puck remarked. "Besides, that's kinda insensitive to our gay bros over here."
"Uh, thanks, I think," Blaine said, a look of bewilderment across his face. "You ok, man?" He asked, patting Sam's arm.
"She's hot, I mean it's hot, um...in here," Sam mumbled, staring at the diva.
"What was that about eleven shades of red?" Jake laughed.
"Well, boys, what do you think?" asked Kurt.
"Damn, good job, you guys. They look almost as hot as we're going to look!" Artie boasted.
"They're gorgeous," Ryder answered, winking at Marley, who looked away and blushed. Jake eyed them suspiciously.
"Well, boys, we don't have all day. Let's get started," he called enthusiastically. "Blaine, come with me. Sam, can you wait here for just a minute?"
"Sure, Hey, Mercedes. I like your hair. You look amazing." Sam said with a blush spreading across his cheeks..
"Thank you," Mercedes smiled, "but now, I have to go to dance rehearsal, and I'm going to look like an absolute mess."
"Not possible," Sam smiled shyly. "You're always beautiful, even when you are gross and sweaty."
"Uh, thanks, I guess," Mercedes chuckled and rolled her eyes playfully.
"Smooth Sam," Jake laughed. "Did you just tell her she was sweaty and gross?"
"Shoot, I guess I did. Ugh, I'm awkward around girls. I went to an all boys school."
"So did Blaine and I, and we both have more game than that," Sebastian chuckled.
"You're kidding right. I pretty sure most of the people on this show wanted to slap you, unless that's the kind of game you like," Sam remarked.
"Maybe I like feisty," Sebastian remarked. "You like her though, don't you? Porsche?"
"Mercedes," Sam corrected. "Yeah.
"I knew it was a car name," he laughed. "I bet I knew where she was conceived. So you want to take her for a ride huh?" Sebastian chuckled.
"Why do you have to be so vile?" Sam asked.
"I meant literally. Damn, why do you think I'm being dirty?" Sebastian laughed.
"Uh, Sebastian, think back to all the things you've said so far. What am I supposed to assume?" he answered.
"Fair point, I guess." Maybe you could ask Blaine to give you some pointers. He's pretty natural at being sexy."
"Alright Sam, Kurt told me to come and get you." Chandler smiled. "And who are we saying is sexy, cause I'd say you could take your pick right now."
"Keep dreaming, precious. You're too campy for my taste, and this one insists that he's straight." Sebastian smirked.
"You aren't my type either," Chandler remarked. "Too cocky."
"I don't usually get any complaints in that area," Sebastian chuckled.
"Sebastian, why don't you come in here too," Unique's assistant, Daphne called.
"Blaine, you knew that we were doing makeovers this morning! Why did you gel?"
"I had rehearsal first, and I didn't want it to look like a disaster," he answered.
"Well, I'll need to put the shampoo in, and then we'll do the relaxer. Let's get it wet."
"In the words of Santana, Wanky !" Puck laughed.
"Puck, shut it, or I'll distract Elliott while he's working with these clippers. I'd hate for him to slip!" Kurt warned, glaring directly at Puck with his fiercest bitch glare. Puck gulped, as Elliott laughed.
Kurt began rinsing Blaine's hair. "I told you. I don't like my hair," Blaine frowned.
"And I told you, it's adorable, Blaine. Don't you trust me," Kurt pouted.
"Of course I do. Blaine said. "But is it ok if I put my earbuds in."
"Yeah, yeah. That's fine. You'll be in this chair awhile," Kurt smiled.
"Take your time," Blaine said, smiling, turning on his ipod. Kurt could make out the beginning riff of 'Don't Stop Me Now.' "I'll let you have complete control," he muttered.
"I bet you would," Elliott smirked.
Kurt cheeks turned bright red, as he reached over and slapped Elliott's shoulder. "You hush. I'm working my magic here?" Kurt said, as he massaged the shampoo into Blaine's scalp.
"Right there, Kurt." Blaine said as he thrust his head back.
Kurt gulped, glad that Blaine's eyes were closed. Apparently, Blaine loved for his head to be rubbed. Those faces and noises Blaine was making were pornographic, and Kurt was really battling to keep his thoughts PG rated, but it was obviously that he was failing miserably. "Chandler, I may need you to finish Blaine's rinse and get you to apply the relaxer."
"Oh, Kurt, don't stop," Blaine moaned loudly. "Please," he begged.
"Oh, this is too easy," Elliott smirked.
"Actually, I'd say it's quite hard," laughed Sugar. "Ain't that right, Kurt?"
Sebastian snarled, not appreciating the way that Kurt was manhandling Blaine right in front of him. He had to bite his tongue in order to stop himself from saying something to get himself in trouble again. He tensed up, which caused Unique to pull his hair a little as she was shampooing his hair. "Watch it, Monique, or you'll regret it!" he threatened.
"Oh no, you did not just threaten me! And it's Unique. Didn't they teach you the importance of saying the right name at that fancy prep school of yours?" She sassed. "Or did they just throw you in the back with the rest of the caged animals,"
"That's my theory," Kurt smirked.
"You know, princess, you may want to focus on what you are doing," Sebastian sneered at Kurt. "If you mess up his hair, he'll never let you touch him again."
"Judging by the blissed out look on his face, that totally ain't true," Elliott laughed. "I'd say Blaine would be perfectly content to allow Kurt to touch him anytime and anywhere he pleased."
"I don't remember asking your opinion?" Sebastian snarled. "Who the hell are you anyway?" Sebastian looked in the mirror, clearly even more pissed than before. "What the hell did you do to my hair, you freak. I don't know what qualifies any of you to call yourselves stylists. I've seen better work at Supercuts."
"Oh, so that explains it," Kurt chuckled. "I thought no one could be that delusional to pick that haircut you sported before on purpose. You poor thing," Kurt said sarcastically. "A poodle has a more fashionable look than you."
"That's it, Princess. I've had it. I don't need a makeover from anyone, especially from this queen over here," Sebastian hollered.
"Alright, that's enough. Calm down," Elliott advised him. "If you don't like the look she is giving you, I'll do what I can to fix it when you get back," he said, running his fingers over Sebastian's bicep. "Although, I have to agree with you. You're pretty sexy as is," Elliott said, running his tongue over his lips seductively. "Jeremiah, I think you've got the look down that Puck wanted. Let's let him try on the wardrobe we pulled for him, and you take over on Sebastian here. I think some people need to cool off. I think Unique said something about having his clothes pulled off of the rack. Can you show him and Puck to the dressing rooms?
Jeremiah nodded, and led the boys back to wardrobe.
"What was that?" Kurt said, shocked at Elliott's actions.
"I was just diffusing the situation," Elliott explained. "He's obviously worked up, and nobody is going to get anywhere with him like that. So I flirted a little. It worked, didn't it?"
"Watch it though," Kurt laughed. "You don't want him in hot pursuit of you, do you?"
"Oh don't worry! I know what to do with a pretty boy like him. I'd have him begging on his knees," Elliott chuckled.
"Oh my gosh," Kurt blushed.
"Thanks, Elliott. I don't know how I'm going to do this," Unique shook her head. "He doesn't know how close he came to me pulling a Sweeny Todd on his neck,"
Elliott chuckled. "Alright girl. Let's put those homicidal thoughts to bed, shall we. Finn, would you be ok if I let Unique finish your look, and I'll do Sebastian's?"
"That's cool, dude," Finn agreed. "No big deal,"
Kurt finished rinsing Blaine's hair, and then motioned for him to go to the dryers. "Sam, could you sit down in that chair?" Kurt requested.
Sam sat down. "I'm a little nervous. I kinda like my hair."
"Sam, trust me. You kind of give off the wrong vibe with the color-treated bronytail." Kurt told him honestly. "I kind of thought you might be playing both sides when I saw you the first time. You're a very attractive man, but I think a few of the girls don't see how attractive you really are. I know a few of them have a crushes on you. But you want to be a model right? You need to be willing to take risks with your look. And you need to trust that I won't make you look bad."
"I trust you, Kurt. Make me irresistible," Sam smiled.
"Chandler, can you get the color ready?" Judging by the roots, it's dirty blonde. Then, I need you to prepare the highlights."
"Got it here boss, but I think I prepared to much," Chandler replied.
"I'm sure we will figure out a use for it," Kurt smiled.
"Alright, what do you think," Kurt asked, turned Blaine around.
Blaine's lit up with a humongous smile. "Oh my goodness, Kurt. I've never gotten it to look like this," he gushed. "I always looked like Borat. How did you get it to do that?"
"I'd be happy to show you. The secret is a blow dryer with a diffuser, a slightly wet head, and some smoothing shine," Kurt grinned.
"Wow, Kurt! I think I might actually throw out the gel," he praised, standing up and engulfing Kurt in a gigantic hug and placing a smacking kiss to the brunette's forehead. "Thank you Kurt! Could you show me what you did some time? Please!"
"Sure, I'll show you again anytime, Blaine," he said, holding on to Blaine's body tightly. "I'm glad that you like it. I told you your curls are gorgeous," Kurt assured Blaine, hugging him again, leaning his forehead against Blaine's, their noses almost touching.
Blaine's breath hitched as he held onto Kurt tightly.
"Do you think they realize that other people can totally see them?" Sam asked Artie, a huge smile spreading across his face.
"Awww! It's sweet, yo!" Artie smiled.
"Do you think they have a clue the way they look at each other?" Puck asked. "It's like they're staring into each other's souls."
"Seriously, Puck? That was like the sweetest thing you've ever said," Finn chuckled. "There was no sarcasm, no sex jokes, no remarks about how gay it was, nothing. Was that a tear?" Finn teased.
"Shut it, Finn. Would you like me to make a sex jokes or an inappropriate hand gesture?"
"Kurt, I pulled that bow tie that you…" Chandler said, stopping when he saw the boys locked in each other's embrace. "Um, I didn't know Kurt was seeing someone, especially not a contestant." Chandler blurted, a little louder than he meant to, causing the two boys to pull apart quickly.
"We aren't, Chandler. He's just my friend. My good friend, and we don't see each other much anymore," Kurt explained.
"I don't hug my friends like that," Chandler countered. "Not my best friend."
"Really? I hug all of my friends," Blaine responded.
"You never hug me like that," Sebastian accused.
"Nope, because everyone in this room knows that you would attempt to grab my ass." Blaine remarked.
"Nope, that'd be sexual harassment, unless you're asking me to grope your ass, and then, how could I say no to my friend?" Sebastian winked stepping forward.
"Try it at your own risk," Kurt warned, "but I'm very protective of my friend here, and if he doesn't want a hand on his ass, I might just subconsciously have to remove said hand from said ass, with a flat iron or any object that just happens to be within my grasp."
"Damn!" Elliott whispered to Sam. "I have to say, I can see why Blaine likes Kurt so much. Angry Kurt is sexy, but scary as Hell."
"Tell me about it. He was the only one that was able to go toe to toe with Sebastian in the house, other than Santana. We miss him." Sam answered.
"I bet. He did a great job on your hair too, by the way." Elliott complimented the aspiring model. "He's going to do fine with this job, you know. He looks happy."
"He is." Sam replied. "And Blaine is too."
"What are you whispering about over there?" Sebastian interrupted. "It's ok. You can say it. My ass looks great in these jeans."
"No, actually, I was saying I like those highlights," Sam answered.
"Yours? I guess, if you like the zebra look?" Sebastian snarked.
"No, I like yours," Sam smiled.
"What?" Sebastian yelled. "I don't have highlights," he yelled, turning around to look into the mirror.
"You do now!" Puck laughed.
"What the hell?" Who the hell thought this was ok?" Sebastian screamed. "You!" he pointed right in Elliott's face."
"You didn't want highlights. It's on this composite," Elliott showed him. "But the red is a nice contrast. It currently matches the hue of your cheeks and your eyes! Smokin', baby!" Elliott flirted.
"You really think this looks good?" Sebastian sneered.
"You don't?" Elliott puzzled. "I thought, with your sense of style, this was exactly what you wanted. It's very Ed Sheeran."
"I swear, you better fix this, or I will have to kick your ass," Sebastian screamed.
"Damn, that's not really what I want you to do with my ass, but I can try to fix it. I can't do it right now. You have to leave it for forty-eight hours."
The other guys was in various states of trying to stifle their laughter, but when Puck let out a very uncharacteristic cackle, Jake, Finn, and Sam all lost it."
"Screw all of you, assholes!" Sebastian yelled, knocking over a hat rack as he stormed past it, and then he slammed the door behind him.
"Uh, was that planned?" Blaine questioned.
"It says it right here on his makeover plan. I don't question. I just did what it said." Elliott said dumbfounded.
"Kurt?" Blaine eyed him suspiciously.
"Don't look at me? But I do remember saying karma's a bitch," Kurt smiled.
"So which one of you is Karma, because I never ever want to piss you off, but I so want to high five you right now," Artie praised.
Unique smiled sheepishly. "I told you I could handle assholes."
"Damn, girl! I hope I never ever cross you. I thought I was a badass," Puck commented. "You're scarier than Hummel."
"What? I had nothing to do with this," Kurt winked. "Hey, Chandler, don't forget to dump out the rest of the peroxide, you know from Sam's highlights. It's still in the bottle."
And they all burst out laughing.
Author's Note: Ok, I've been wanting to write this chapter for awhile now.
New Poll: What do you like about Duets? I'm asking because I really want to continue to write things you guys love. I love hearing from you guys.