AN: Thank you so much for all your lovely reviews and comments after my last chapter.
Consider this chapter my Valentine's Day gift to all of my lovely readers!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or anything else you recognize in this story.
Most of the morning is spent carefully dissembling the water walls Wes and David built in Kurt's door opening. The cups in each row are glued together, making the work even more difficult. The rows may stand pretty solid on top of each other, but when lifted, they become all wobbly and unpredictable; like one of the tiny accordions in any Disney movie. But with great patience, Kurt and Blaine manage to clear the path without inflicting any water damage. Finally, Kurt can get to his own clothes, and get ready for a new school day.
He's pretty cranky, though, when they enter the dining hall. Thanks to Wes and David, he didn't have enough time for his skin care regime this morning, and he's having a bad hair day.
His lips twitches and threatens to curl into a smile when he spots the four friends by their usual table, though. Because on Blaine's usual seat is a bouquet of tulips and a cupcake with a candle waiting. As soon as Wes spots Blaine, they light the candle, and all four of them stand up. Wes counts down, and Nick and Jeff begin a steady beat. Soon after David adds his booming baritone to the beat.
Blaine looks confused, frozen on his spot. Kurt stays by his side, not knowing what to do.
Wes takes a step forward with his interlaced hands resting in front of him. Like a cute choir boy he softly sings:
We've come a long long way together, Through the hard times and the good, I have to celebrate you baby, I have to praise you like I should.
As he holds the note for infinity, the rest of the Warblers get up, and add different sounds and beats to the mix. There are drums, electric guitar, bass, rhythm section, piano; all created through the vocal chords of the amazing Warblers.
It confuses Kurt that the Warblers have prepared anything like this without him. Blaine is blushing, and moves to hide behind a big pillar, but Kurt catches him by the shoulder and holds him steady.
"Enjoy your song," he scolds in a whisper in the boy's ear.
Wes continues on the chorus.
I have to praise you, I have to praise you, I have to praise you, I have to praise you like I should.
He alternates between the verse and the chorus of the fairly simple melody and lyrics, and repeats it three times, before he again prolongs the last note in "should". Then the room drops silent, not a sound, for two seconds, just the deafening sound of anticipation – before the room explodes as the Warblers intensify their performance. Some of the boys use their fists on tables to add to the beat, some are freestyling on their backs, Wes is doing some intricate moves that might actually snap his ankles, and gradually the boys are drawing closer to Blaine, circling him.
I have to praise you, I have to praise you, I have to praise you, I have to praise you like I should.
Kurt takes a couple of steps away to let Blaine bask on his own, as he fully deserves, and joins in on the last chorus.
"Congratulations with your silver medal, Blaine – well done!" Wes beams, voice shivering between serious Council mode and ecstatic friend mode, before engulfing him in a tight hug.
The rest of the boys slap him on the back, bump his fist, hug him with one arm, and exchange other testosterone loaded ways of greeting and appreciation.
"Guys…" Blaine laughs, shaking his head in disbelief, and capturing Trent violently to give him an honest hug instead of having his hair ruffled.
"You are the best. Thank you so much!" he says sincerely, and they get back to their seats to finish breakfast.
Blaine blows the candle on the cupcake, and takes a closer look on the yellow tulips.
"It's really sweet of you; I don't understand how you managed to pull this together in such a short time."
Proudly Wes begins explaining about the extra rehearsal he summoned the boys for before breakfast, assisted by David's take on what happened. Feeling confident they're sufficiently distracted, Kurt leans closer to Nick and whispers.
"Had anything happened in your rooms when we came back from the movie last night?"
Both Nick and Jeff roll their eyes and nod.
"My bed was enveloped in several layers of saran wrap. And they had tucked pushpins in between, so it was impossible to lie down on top of the wrapping," Nick silently groans.
"I found half of a snowman in my bed," Jeff pouts.
"Only half?" Kurt asks.
"He'd been lying there for a while…"
"Luckily my roommate visited his family over the weekend, so we crashed in his bed."
"And the song," Kurt gestures discreetly at Wes and David, "what does that mean?"
"It means we decided on a truce for Blaine's sake. But revenge is on. Oh, it's on, baby," Nick roars. "They couldn't ask you to join without making Blaine suspicious, they saw you sleeping together."
"I'll have to teach Blaine to lock his doors at night," Kurt sighs. "He said he has an idea for revenge, though. Meet us in his room after last class," Kurt quickly whispers, noticing Wes shooting suspicious looks at him, so he continues to eat his breakfast innocently.
Wes is giving them a hard time during rehearsals, drilling the Warblers into epic sexiness. Kurt still feels rather uncomfortable, but he tries to think about it as acting classes. Nick and Jeff are goofing around with him, and it helps him loosen somewhat up.
"Don't try so hard," Nick quickly tells him in a short water break. "You don't have to fight to be something you already are. And just imagine how hot you can be once you get out of that uniform," he grins and winks.
Oh Gods. Kurt hasn't even begun thinking about what he should wear for the Valentine's Party. How is he going to be able to pull together an outfit that will make him sexy enough to convince the girls with his performance, and sexy enough for Blaine to appreciate his appearance? How do you dress up to be sexy for girls? And how on earth is he going to dress to be sexy for the boy he likes?
"So, the crucial element for this revenge to work is that Wes and David see you prepare it, and make sure there is no doubt left in their minds that it comes from you."
"Who knew your mind could be this wicked? Your innocent school boy-image is cracking, Anderson," Kurt smirks, thinking about the brief Zorro stint from last night.
Blaine may be thinking about the same quips, considering his blush.
"Does everybody know what to do?" he asks instead, focusing his eyes on Nick and Jeff.
All four boys nod, and reach out their arms, hands meeting in the middle for a cheer.
After dinner on Tuesday, Blaine finds himself in a glomp from Wes and David, landing in a human pile on the floor.
"Blaine, it's so good to see you again!" Wes shrieks, clutching to Blaine's knees.
"What do you mean?" he laughs, trying to shake the boy off of his legs. It's not easy, with David lying across his stomach, holding Blaine's left hand to rest his head on.
"We haven't seen you in ages, we're so glad to finally see you again."
"What do you mean?" he repeats. "I wasn't gone that long."
"Yeah, you kind of were," David says, nuzzling into Blaine's palm. "For several weeks, months even, you've been Blaine-and-Kurt, so it was nice to see you and just you now."
"We miss our friend," Wes faux sulks, banging his forehead to Blaine's knee caps.
OK, maybe Blaine's been somewhat focused on Kurt, maybe he's neglected his friends. Not intentionally, though, and he tries to console his guilt that he recently decided to invite them to Columbus.
"So do you guys want to come to my room and hang out?" Blaine suggest, knowing that's exactly what the boys are aiming for. They both have roommates, so it's always easier to spend time in Blaine's room.
Kurt got a phone call and thus left dinner early. Blaine discreetly sends him a short text while he walks his crazy friends back to the dormitories.
Operation Machiavelli is a go. Give me one hour.
"Do you realize you said 'this conversation will continue later' during the Christmas ball, and we still haven't had time to sit down for a heart to heart?" Wes looks accusingly at Blaine from where he's sprawled on the bed.
"I'm afraid you'll have to refresh my memory," he says, not quite sure what Wes is talking about. Most of what he remembers from the ball has to do with Kurt.
"I simply mentioned how good Kurt is for you, but we were interrupted by said boy."
Oh. That…
"He's a good friend," Blaine shrugs, twirling on the desk chair.
"Is that all he is, though?" David says calmly from his position on the floor, looking at him. Blaine can hardly blink.
"Don't you think that's a matter between him and me?"
"We're just worried you're wasting something good here," David says, still calmly. He's impossible to fight with, when he's being all level headed and serene.
"You do have a tendency to strive for perfection, but if you're waiting for something specific before asking him out – stop it. It'll be perfect, because it's you. And Kurt. On a date," Wes says softly, being the supportive friend Blaine really loves.
He mulls the sentences over and over in his head to check they will sound right before answering.
"I don't see why this is any of your business, but Kurt and I have spoken about it. We have an…understanding. He knows about my issues, and we're taking things slow."
"No, glaciers take it slow. And what exactly are the issues you've informed him about?"
"I'm a coward. I'm not brave enough to do the things a proper boyfriend would do, and Kurt deserves the best."
"Oh Blaine…" David sighs.
"We respect and understand that you're still scarred, we do. But Kurt doesn't want perfect; he wants you. And as I've said before: He's good for you. Maybe he could be the one to give you courage when you can't channel it from yourself," Wes gently reminds him.
Blaine snorts at the irony of all the courage-texts he's sent Kurt, and then he smiles sadly, because snorting is such a Kurt thing to do.
"I'm just not ready."
"OK, but you say you're taking it slow, which must mean you're actively trying to move this in a certain direction. Tell us what you do to make it happen. Is he your date at the party?"
"I haven't considered it as something to take a date to, it's just a party."
"Yeah, no, a Valentine's Party wouldn't be romantic, I can see that," David says sarcastically.
"Is that why the Council is going for sexy as our theme this year?"
"Point taken," David says solemnly.
"But are you going to do anything special for him on Valentine's Day?" Wes interjects.
"I don't know…"
"But you've been thinking about it. Your tone of voice says so," Wes insists.
"I saw this thing I thought Kurt would enjoy…" Blaine's eyes dart to under his bed, where he has a big box to hide secrets and things which need privacy. His diary, lyrics he writes, a secret stash of candy David can never know about – and the wrapped gift for Kurt.
"And you acted impulsively again."
"He's birthday is coming up," Blaine says defensively. Wes and David just look at him. "In May…" he adds reluctantly.
"What are your reasons for not giving it to him for Valentine's Day," Wes asks curiously.
"I'm all for grand gestures, and you know that. But I don't want to give off the wrong impression."
"What kind of impressions would the gift give?"
"That I like him? That he's special to me? That I want to do something special for him? That I'd like to be more than just friends one day?"
"And how are those impressions wrong?" Wes asks pointedly, David nodding along.
"I just don't want to rush us before I'm ready..." he mumbles.
"While we," David quickly glances to Wes to double check, and gets a nod, "believe Kurt is a true romantic that would appreciate attention on Valentine's Day."
"But it's such a couply thing to do," Blaine whines, struggling with the want to do something nice for Kurt, but not leading him on.
"Blaine. Most things the two of you do are 'couply things'," Wes deadpans, making air quotes.
"Can we go and shoot some bad guys?" Blaine pleads.
"Talk about romance," David mumbles, but smiles.
Blaine kind of loves them for not stalking a subject when he wants to drop it. He subtly checks the time on his phone, and it's been 75 minutes since he texted Kurt. The boys should be ready with the preparations.
The three boys walk out to the common's room where the best game consoles are.
"Oh, hi!" Wes exclaims, sounding surprised to see Kurt, Nick and Jeff by the kitchen island in the common's room.
"Hey Kurt. Guys," Blaine says, trying to greet them as nonchalantly as possible. "What are you up to?"
"Oh, just making cookies," Kurt smiles, winking at him.
"Kurt found this recipe, with a special ingredient," Nick smirks, quickly glancing at Wes and David. Jeff is muffling his laughter by hiding his mouth in Nick's neck.
"Didn't expect you here," Kurt says, sniffing the batter. "I guess it smells right," he shrugs to his co-chefs.
"We were planning to fight some zombies," Wes says, eyeing the baking bowl. "Wouldn't it be easier to just taste it?" he says, nodding at the way Kurt is apparently listening to the batter.
"Hmm? Oh, no, I don't think I want to taste this. OK, let's get the baking trays ready," he says, hip bumping Nick away from the oven.
The boys finish the work, and Wevid and Blaine get absorbed in their video game.
"Thank you for helping me, guys. This should be fun," Kurt giggles as Nick and Jeff leave.
The cookies are still in the oven, and Kurt sits down on the arm rest next to where Blaine and the boys have crowded the couch for prime view of the TV-screen.
The heat radiating from Kurt is distracting in all the best way, and he smells so, so good. It's a mix of his usual cologne, chocolate and something he can't quite identify.
Wes easily blows Blaine's head off, and he's out of lives, so he hands the control over to David to continue the game. Blaine takes a deep breath, and sits still, enjoying how Kurt overflows his senses. They're sitting so close, Blaine's elbow is almost touching Kurt's thigh.
The kitchen timer goes off, and Kurt jumps to get the cookies out. He deftly flips them over to the cooling rack, and quickly washes the utensils they used.
When he comes back, he sits down on the same spot as he just vacated, but this time he leans his elbow on the back rest, laying his head in his hand. Blaine shifts slightly in his seat, and he can almost imagine he's sitting in Kurt's arm.
Kurt subtly kicks his foot against Blaine's, and he doesn't understand why. He looks questioningly at Kurt, who looks pointedly at him and nodding at the cooling cookies.
Oh, right, they had a script to follow.
"So, any chance of getting to taste one of those cookies," he asks, smiling eagerly, but knowing what the answer will be, according to their plan.
"I'm sorry, Blaine, but those special cookies are a gift to someone who deserves it. But I can make some regular for us another day. Is that OK?"
"Of course," Blaine smiles softly. "I love your cookies; they're kind of addictive."
"Yeah, sugar can have that effect," Kurt snorts.
"We want cookies too!" David objects and Kurt smiles smugly at him.
"We'll see, then. I've had a lot of water lately, maybe I'll fancy something else later this week," he says calmly. "Who knows what happens…"
With that Kurt gets up, his hand brushing against Blaine's neck as he heads for the kitchen island, leaving a trail of goose bumps after him.
Blaine knows what he has to do. If he can't give Kurt his heart yet, he can at least give him something for February 14th.
"Do you think it'll work?" Kurt asks as Blaine steps into his room.
"Did you leave the jar in one of their rooms?" he parries.
"Of course not," Kurt scoffs. "I wouldn't trust my precious cookie jar with those to. I filled two paper bags with cookies, wrote an appropriate greeting on each, and left them on their beds," he explains, and reveals the jar hidden behind the curtains on his wide windowsill.
"Are there any left?" Blaine asks hopefully, and Kurt nods. "Then I'm glad I brought us tea," he says as he sits down next to Kurt in his bed, and gives him one of the steaming mugs.
Kurt offers him cookies in return, and balances the fragile jar on the mattress between them.
"What's the secret ingredient?" Blaine asks, taking a generous bite of a chocolate chip cookie.
"Cinnamon. But I really hope the boys think its something else."
"They looked longingly at you when you left."
"Yeah, I know I'm irresistible," Kurt sighs, fanning himself.
"Mmm, these are delicious," Blaine hums, preventing himself from saying something inappropriate about Kurt's irresistibleness. "And yes, I firmly believe our plan will work. You just wait and see."
"Hey guys?" Wes says, running to catch up with Nick and Jeff. "Were the cookies from you?"
"Maybe?" Jeff says innocently.
"We appreciate them, but… Umm… What's the secret ingredient?"
"Oh, we wouldn't know, Kurt was in charge of the batter at that moment. We just saw him use a bottle from his pocket. Could have been anything," Nick shrugs.
"Oh, okay. Thank you, though."
"Good evening, Kurt," David greets as he sits down by their usual dinner table. So far Blaine and Kurt are the only present.
"Those cookies were delicious," David beams. "But that secret ingredient made me curious; what was that? My mom is an avid baker, so I'd like to tell her to use the same."
"If you really ate the cookie, you'd recognize pretty soon what the ingredient is," Kurt smirks, taking a chance and applying his poker face.
"You're right; I haven't dared taste it yet. But I'm afraid only because I have allergies, so I need to know the secret ingredient," David pleads.
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about allergies," Kurt laughs, clearly emphasizing the last word.
David doesn't get the chance to ask more, as Kurt has to leave to meet Flora for coffee.
The rest of the week is a busy blur, with preparations for the upcoming performance, Kurt desperately rummaging through his wardrobe to create outfit candidates, freaking out and then trying to calm himself into believing he can pull off sexy, oh, and yes, schoolwork too. David and Wes keep bugging Kurt and Niff about the cookies, trying to smoke out the secret ingredient. Nick's roommate overheard the boys discussing the possibility of itching powder, laxatives, Mexican chilli, cannabis, or salt. Kurt had snorted at that piece of information. He appreciated the creativity, though. Neither Nick, Jeff nor Kurt caved and told the boys – or anybody else but Blaine – that the cookies were harmless. This was too much fun!
During rehearsal, two desperate looking Council members tried to offer the Warblers cookies, assumingly looking for innocent guinea pigs. But by now, every single member was up to date on the prank-war between the boys, and had reasons not to taste the cookies.
David and Wes were obviously frustrated. Their sweet tooth was no secret, and the cookies were tempting. But was it worth it? They'd carry the paper bags around everywhere, asking random Dalton students to have a taste, but everybody knew about the boys' antics, and nobody trusted them, not even when they on Friday dressed up like Cupids during lunch hour, and tried to hand out the cookies as Valentine's Day gifts.
Blaine managed to remain perceived as the innocent bystander to it all, and the two hungry Warblers had even come to him to cry out their despair, not trusting to taste the cookies, but still eager to do so, because they both knew Kurt's qualities in a kitchen.
Kurt thanked Blaine profusely for his idea, knowing few plots for revenge would have been able to disturb Wes and David for five entire days.
"Remind me to never ever become your enemy," he grinned, pulling Blaine in for a warm hug.
Oh, revenge was sweet!
Kurt critically examines the mirror reflection. He still has thirty minutes. Because the party is hosted by their sister school, the Warblers are representing Dalton. Therefore the administration offered them the school bus; the same bus that took them to Sectionals.
Kurt had been told the party would be innocent – no alcohol, and plenty of chaperons. You do not mess with a Catholic all girls-school. The party was first and foremost an opportunity to perform for an audience to prepare for the spring semester, but both school administrations had graciously allowed their students to be out of uniform for this annual tradition.
Needless to say, it would be nice for the straight majority of the students to see someone of the opposite sex, and several teenage couples in Westerville do indeed consist of one Warbler and one Passerine.
Besides it being a harmless, sober arena to showcase talents and love interests, Kurt doesn't quite know what to expect. At least he can be out of uniform, and dress up with fabricated confidence. He's chosen a pair of white jeans sitting snugly, low on his hips. He invested in a pair of slim hot pink suspenders, in honour of the occasion, but lets them hang loose down his thighs. He does know how to accessorize, after all. He's wearing the Alexander McQueen Black Joust High Tops he got for Christmas. This seems like a perfect opportunity to christen the shoes.
On his upper body he's donning a white tight undershirt and a black button up with army details. He's tucked it into his pants, but is fiddling with the top buttons, wondering if he can pull off leaving some of them open. Slung over his left shoulder is a baby pink tie he wants to use, but he still has to decide if he'll tie it primly under the collar of the shirt or if it should be draped loosely around his neck and tucked under his button up.
His hair and face is ready; he's indulging with some subtle make up today, and all that is left is to decide what to do with the top three buttons of his shirt and then consequently the tie.
"I see Sexy-Kurt came out to play."
Kurt almost inflicts himself with whiplash as he spins to see who's spying on him.
"Hi Nick," he says, letting out a big sigh of relief. "You look good!" he compliments, taking in Nick's outfit. He's wearing fitted dark blue jeans, a black button up and a light blue cashmere v-neck.
"Thank you. I was wondering if you have a tie I can borrow. And if I might add; nice touch with the suspenders. It really draws attention to that sweet ass of yours," he winks.
Kurt all but squeals, and slaps his hands on his behind to hide it.
"What? Hasn't anybody complimented you like that before?"
"No," Kurt says, "and now I feel I should change."
"Don't. You look really good. Somebody might appreciate it," Nick says, nodding at the bathroom door where they can hear Blaine humming. "Don't change a thing."
Kurt turns around to the mirror once more. So he guesses that's how it'll be then, with a couple of unbuttoned buttons and tie loosely looped around his neck. He feels sloppy, but what does he know about sexy?
"Right, tie, I'm sure I have something that'll work perfect with your outfit," Kurt eyes the content of his wardrobe critically.
Because of a misunderstanding, Jeff waits for Nick in his room and Nick waits for Jeff in Kurt's room. But the three of them get to the bus just as Wes is about to call them and yell at their late asses. Kurt sags down in one of the first seats, not bothering to find someone to sit next to for the ride. It's only about 15 minutes away anyway.
Nick and Jeff pull Kurt hurriedly in the right direction with no chance to take in the surroundings in the darkness. The party location, however, Kurt can study. They leave their coats on two portable clothes racks. The building is nothing but a big room, looking like a mix of a barn, storage and gym. Kurt guesses the room is usually empty, but furnished and decorated appropriately whenever they need it. A raised stage takes up a fairly large amount of the room, with an intricate scaffold, and Kurt assumes it'll function as their stands for the performance. A small piano is placed on the stage by the Warbler Council's request, and a decent looking stereo with speakers are placed on the other end. Along one side of the room is a long snack table, and a refrigerator is filled with mineral water.
There's not much light in the room, and Kurt doesn't know if it looks gloomy or romantic. Candles are lit in all the window sills, looking like the living room of The Addams Family. Although, the heart shaped helium balloons under the ceiling is a nice touch. He really would have expected girls to decorate more elaborated than this for a Valentine's party, but at the same time it's kind of a relief. It doesn't mean the romance and couply-couply expectations will be shoved in his face, and he can treat it as a regular party.
Because Kurt Hummel has such vast experience with parties, he snorts inwardly.
He notices the lack of chairs, so they'll have to stand all night. He's glad he decided not to wear some of his high healed boots, then. The bus leaves at midnight, in five hours, so it won't be an exaggerated party. It feels a little like being in some kind of puppy class allowed by their owner to run loose in the park and play with the other pups under strict surveillance.
As the host, the captain of the Passerines welcomes them, and the girls take the stage. They're using pre recorded background music, and Kurt notices they've all dressed to impress, with clothes showing skin, shapes and curves. Not so Catholic looking, really. They stand up in a V-formation, with David's girlfriend Sharon in the lead. Flora is far in the back. They're shaking, swirling, twirling and shimmying to the beat.
I know you like me, Sharon sings. I know you like me, the other girls answer. I know you do, she says, and the girls answer with the same sentence.
That's why whenever I come around, She's all over you, I know you want it, It's easy to see, And in the back of your mind, I know you should be on with me.
So that's how it's going to be, Kurt thinks. That's rather sexy, yes, he admits, as the girls dip and shake what God has granted them.
The girls harmonise through the chorus, and most of the Warblers holler and cheer. Nick and Jeff are kind of dancing with each other, with Kurt standing awkwardly next to them, not quite knowing what to do.
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? Don't cha? Don't cha? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me? Don't cha? Don't cha?
"We're better," Blaine murmurs in his ear, startling him, he didn't know Blaine was around.
"I didn't know it was a contest," Kurt whispers back through one end of his mouth, not leaving his eyes from the stage. He won't disrespect the girls during their performance.
"The Passerines and the Warblers always compete," Blaine chuckles, "and we are better."
"Cocky much?" Kurt asks, and turns around to stare Blaine down, 'cause it isn't like the boy to be that unabashedly confident and borderline patronizing.
But then air and words leave Kurt in a rush, because Blaine Anderson most certainly knows how to do sexy. He's wearing the deep purple fitted pants from when they went shopping, a dark grey button up, a jet black bowtie with pink piping, and a black leather jacket. He's left his hair almost natural, and Kurt suddenly remembers how good it felt to tangle his fingers in the curls when they were swimming in his place. He obviously hasn't shaved today. The most noticeable thing isn't the clothes hugging and accentuating Blaine's trimmed body. It's his face. He looks so expectant and eager. Performer-Blaine has come out to play! Kurt adores how unapologetically Blaine enjoys the stage, and how ridiculously good he is at it.
In the faded background, Sharon is seducing the boys with the next verse.
Fight the feeling, Leave it alone, 'Cause if it ain't love, It just ain't enough to leave my happy home, Let's keep it friendly, You have to play fair, See I don't care, But I know she ain't gonna wanna share.
A part of Kurt wonders if he'll ever have a romantic Valentine's Day, or if he's cursed to always be the friend. He knows why Blaine is hesitant, and he does respect it. It's still difficult to accept, though, and Kurt's not always sure how to deal with Blaine, how to behave around him. They seem to go beyond friendly, but what are their limits and rules?
The intro to the next song begins, and both boys look at the other, grinning.
Where's all mah soul sistas? Lemme hear ya'll flow sistas!
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista. Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista.
"So, considering you speak French. Do they really ask…"
"Yeah, they do."
"Good to know…"
"Why? Are you gonna take them up on their offer?" Kurt jokes.
"No, I think I'm pretty happy with what I have here," Blaine says charmingly, and every single intestine in Kurt's stomach is practicing for the world championship in gymnastics. Can anyone blame him for being confused?
Most of the Warblers are moving to the songs by now. Both Jeff and Nick and Wes and David have paired up.
He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge. Struttin' her stuff on the street. She said, 'Hello, hey Jo, you wanna give it a go?'
"Will you dance with me?" Kurt asks, acting a lot bolder than he really feels. But it would be nice to get to dance with Blaine now, and not let their performance on stage be the first touch today. Kurt thinks he might explode from the electricity running in his veins, and he wouldn't want to screw up the performance. Yup, he's purely thinking about the performance.
"Of course," Blaine smiles sincerely, and they spend the next 20 seconds doing the awkward where-do-we-put-our-hands-dance.
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada. Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here. Mocha Chocalata ya ya. Creole lady Marmalade.
Nick and Jeff are grinding and dancing quite risqué behind them, and when Nick walks Jeff backwards, the latter bumps into Kurt, making him stumble into Blaine's body. Kurt could bet his delicious new shoes it was intentionally, but he's not sure he can complain when he finds himself with Blaine's supporting hand firmly on his hip and one of his own hands around Blaine's neck. Their other hand is hanging free down along their side, making it feel less intimate and intimidating. They're moving closely to the music, letting the egging beat guide them through the motions.
"You look amazing," Blaine drawls, his breath tickling against Kurt's skin.
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir? Voulez vous coucher avec moi?
The song is enveloping Kurt, and it almost makes him feel sexy. The way Blaine looks at him doesn't hurt either. It makes him feel so much. He thinks he can go to that stage now, and perform sexiness convincingly and seductively.
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada. Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here. Mocha Choca lata ya ya. Creole lady Marmalade.
Kurt can understand the straight appeal, because the girls are really killing this song, and have the looks, the moves and the attitude to pull it off.
All too soon Sharon thanks the Warblers for listening, and invites them on stage.
David gives Sharon a heated kiss when they pass each other; one choir leaving and another choir entering the scene.
14 Warblers are lined up on two sides of the temporary scene, and Wes climbs up on it alone.
"Thank you so much for inviting us, and giving us a chance to perform for such a lovely audience. It can hardly hold a candle to what you gave us, but we'll do our best," he smiles flirtatiously, and Kurt can see why Rachel swoons over this guy. He's smooth, but honest.
Blaine is standing in front of Kurt, rolling on his feet, probably last minute-jitters for his solo. Kurt lays his hands to rest on Blaine's shoulder blades, willing some comfort to simmer through the thick leather of his jacket. The other boy leans into his touch, and Kurt feels he's accomplished something.
Blaine is about to turn his head to thank Kurt, when Wes introduces him and he has to jump to action.
He takes a deep breath, clears his voice discreetly, and waves to the girls cheering for him as he sits down by the piano. He doesn't understand why he's so nervous tonight. He usually loves to perform. It can be a bit embarrassing to sing and dance in front of only one or two persons, but as soon as there's a crowd, an audience, he loves it. But today the bugs in his stomach are more like grey moths than colourful butterflies.
OK, so he wants Kurt to have a nice evening, and he knows the boy isn't used to romance or any special attention on Valentine's Day. So Blaine has kind of made it his mission to make this memorable for the boy. And Blaine is used to express himself through music, but he doesn't know if this music lets him express what he really wants to say. It feels a bit… forced and rushed and awkward.
His fingers play the intro to the slowed down rock song by themselves, and he's so lost in his own thoughts he has to play the intro once more to start singing in the right place.
He likes flirty and playful and cuddly and funny. But sexy? That's so… mature and grown-up and serious and way down the road. Blaine doesn't feel sexy. Blaine isn't ready for sexy. So here goes nothing.
If you want my body and you think I'm sexy, Come on sugar let me know. If you really need me just reach out and touch me, Come on honey tell me so.
He knows he sounds more pleading and needy than tempting and seductive, but it's the way it has to be, he isn't able to be more convincing than this, he thinks. And is it so bad to want? Is it so bad to need reassurances? Is it so bad to want to be needed?
If you want my body and you think I'm sexy, Come on honey tell me so. If you really need me just reach out and touch me, Come on sugar let me know.
Blaine pours his emotions into the piano and into the microphone. His voice quivers, thinking about how stupid he is. He knows he wants, he knows what he wants, and he's pretty sure Kurt wants the same. He also knows he's confusing Kurt by keeping him on a distance. But he isn't able to reach out and let Kurt know for sure, Blaine is scared; a coward. He wishes he knew how to be brave; to gain bravery. He really, really wants to be Kurt's. But Kurt deserves better, and Blaine isn't there.
He's almost jumping up and down on the piano stool as he dives into the last chorus of what has turned out to be a longing, tender ballade and not aggressively sexy rock.
If you want my body and you think I'm sexy, Come on sugar let me know. If you really need me just reach out and touch me, Come on baby let me know, If you want my body…
Blaine is still panting, sitting by the piano, as his teammates step onto stage while humming and giving life to their next number. Blaine's always loved the song, but he feels exhausted and not ready for the energy this song needs. He catches Kurt's eyes, though, and the way the boy smiles at him is like having one gallon of Red Bull and two big brownies shot straight into his blood.
He not so discreetly runs the back of his hand over his sweaty forehead, takes a deep breath, and jumps up from the piano bench, crooning out the words.
Sittin' here eatin' my heart out waitin', Waitin' for some lover to call. Dialed about a thousand numbers lately, Almost rang the phone off the wall.
How is it possible that they've managed to select songs merely about longing and loneliness? Haven't the Council listened to the lyrics when their set list was finalized? Is this sexy? Isn't it just sad?
Lookin' for some hot stuff baby this evenin'. I need some hot stuff baby tonight. I want some hot stuff baby this evenin', Gotta have some hot stuff, Gotta have some love tonight. I need hot stuff, I want some hot stuff, I need some hot stuff.
I don't want some one night stand and random hook up, Blaine thinks. I don't want a fling or something casual, I don't want a quick release. I just want someone who gets me and likes me for me, and I know I've found him, and one day I'm gonna manage to let it happen.
Lookin' for a lover who needs another, Don't want another night on my own. Wanna share my love with a warm blooded lover, Wanna bring a wild man back home, Gotta have some hot love baby this evenin', I need some hot stuff baby tonight.
He knows he should probably be singing the song to the girls; they are after all both hostesses and the audience. But they probably know he's gay, especially after he took Kurt to the Christmas Ball as his date for the evening. God, he wants him to be his date for the eternity. And his eyes are constantly pulled in the direction of the beautiful boy, who's smiling at him. Blaine shakes his head to clear it, and ploughs through the rest of the song.
David wanted to perform for Sharon, so he's doing the lead on the next song. It gives Blaine a moment to catch his breath before they finish with his and Kurt's duet. It'll be good to act like a music box in the background for the next four-five minutes.
Spy on me baby use satellite, Infrared to see me move through the night, Aim gonna fire shoot me right, Aim gonna like the way you fight, And I love the way you fight.
Blaine blends in with the other boys, enjoying the opportunity to see his friends shine. Kurt looks questioningly at him, and he just smiles at him. The choreography takes them across the stage, and when Kurt is passing Blaine he quickly slips his hand in Blaine's and squeezes it comfortingly, before letting go and dancing like nothing happened.
No don't get me wrong ain't gonna do you no harm no, This bomb's made for lovin' and you can shoot it far, I'm your main target come and help me ignite, Love struck holding you tight hold me tight darlin'.
Blaine is happy for his friends getting to sing to their special ones. Several of the Warblers are dating Passerine-girls, and Nick and Jeff are having a bit more fun that choreographed.
Sexbomb, sexbomb you're a sexbomb, You can give it to me when I need to come along. Sexbomb, sexbomb you're my sexbomb, And baby you can turn me on.
The girls are going crazy, and David is grinning like crazy. Somebody will be rewarded later…
Wes introduces Blaine and Kurt as lead singers on their last number, and Kurt steps up next to him. They get into position, while the 13 other boys comply the beat. Kurt is standing half turned away from Blaine, his chin resting on his thumb and index finger, elbow tucked into the arm wrapped over his stomach. He's tilted his hip, and looks nonchalant, almost bored. He's sexy.
Blaine adjusts the collar of his jacket, side stepping confidently on the same space, grinning at the audience who's beginning to realize which song it is, and he's just waiting for their cue.
Am I throwing you off? Kurt asks over his shoulder.
Nope, Blaine answers without hesitation, using the lower register of his voice.
Didn't think so, Kurt shrugs, but winks, poking his tongue slightly out through his teeth.
Blaine struts with a sway in his steps towards Kurt as he raps.
How you doin' young man? That feelin' that you givin' really drives me crazy. You don't have to play about the joke. I was at a loss of words first time that we spoke
You're looking for a boy that'll treat you right. You lookin' for him in the daytime with the light, Kurt answers, and his rapping is flawless. He's teasing with some of his lower register as well, as he walks slowly backwards away from Blaine.
You might be the type if I play my cards right, I'll find out by the end of the night, Blaine parries, following his steps, adding some swaying to his hips, he's trying to seduce the boy, after all.
You expect me to just let you hit it. But will you still respect me if you get it? Kurt asks, and he looks so sassy and witty Blaine just wants to whimper. And then Kurt drapes himself along Nick, back to his chest, sliding down to his feet while looking challengingly at Blaine. If he didn't know how disgustingly happy the boy was with Jeff, Blaine would be disturbingly jealous.
All I can do is try, gimme one chance. What's the problem I don't see no ring on your hand? Blaine does the same hand movement he's seen Kurt do in the Single Ladies-dance. He hasn't done that during rehearsal before, and he can see Kurt biting his lip to prevent laughing.
I be the first to admit it, I'm curious about you, you seem so innocent, and wow, wasn't that almost exactly what Blaine thought the first time he met Kurt?
Kurt steps away from Nick, sides up to David, and hugs him from behind, kissing his cheek, which earns him catcalls from Sharon. They are both improvising at this moment.
You wanna get in my world, get lost in it. Boy I'm tired of running, lets walk for a minute, Kurt almost rolls his eyes, and struts sexily towards Blaine.
Promiscuous boy, Wherever you are, I'm all alone, And it's you that I want, Blaine sings, dropping to his knees and leaning backwards as far as he can, which is hardly anything at all compared to how Kurt danced in his room two weeks ago.
Promiscuous boy, You already know, That I'm all yours, What you waiting for? Kurt sings, placing one of his feet on Blaine's chest, gently pushing him slightly more backwards. The stretch in his thighs is delightfully painful, in contrast to the dull ache in his heart as the words hit him a bit too close.
Kurt steps away, and Blaine fairly elegantly jumps back on his feet.
Roses are red, Some diamonds are blue, Chivalry is dead, But you're still kinda cute, Kurt smiles genuinely, standing close and running his index finger down his chest.
Hey! I can't keep my mind off you, Where you at, do you mind if I come through? Blaine jogs after Kurt who's literally throwing himself at Jeff.
I'm out of this world come with me to my planet, Get you on my level do you think that you can handle it? Kurt peaks up from behind Wes.
He disappears again, sliding from Warbler to Warbler, running his hand around their necks and smiling teasingly, all the while blatantly ignoring Blaine. Blaine can't help but grin, and shakes his booty to the rhythm, waiting for Kurt to come close enough for him to catch him.
I'm a big boy I can handle myself, But if I get lonely I'ma need your help, Pay attention to me I don't talk for my health, Kurt sings.
Promiscuous boy, You're teasing me, You know what I want, And I got what you need, Blaine insists, stalking Kurt across the stage.
Promiscuous boy, Let's get to the point, Cause we're on a roll, Are you ready? Kurt steps up to Blaine, resting one hand on his hip and the other over his heart.
Don't be mad, don't get mean, Blaine growls, taking Kurt by the hips and pulls him firmly closer.
Don't get mad, don't be mean, Kurt manages to rap with snark and sass, ripping himself away from Blaine and swaying over to Thad.
Wait! I don't mean no harm, I can see you with my t-shirt on, Blaine says, making Kurt freeze and do an abrupt 180.
I can see you with nothing on, feeling on me before you bring that on, he teases, and Blaine fears he's about to get hard on stage for the first time in his life. It's never been a goal of his.
Bring that on, he more moans than anything else.
I'm only trying to get inside your brain, To see if you can work me the way you say, Kurt walks slowly towards Blaine.
It's OK, it's alright, I got something that you gonna like, Blaine repeatedly pops his hip in Kurt's direction.
Promiscuous Boy, Wherever you are, I'm all alone, And its you that I want, Blaine grabs him by the tie, yanking him so close he can feel Kurt's exhales against his own skin.
Promiscuous Boy, I'm calling your name, But you're driving me crazy, The way you're making me wait, Kurt says, lifting finger by finger to remove Blaine's hand from his tie.
Kurt turns around to leave, but Blaine catches the suspender hanging down one of his thighs.
Promiscuous Boy, You're teasing me, You know what I want, And I got what you need!
Kurt lets himself be caught, and laces his arms around Blaine's neck. Blaine wraps his arms around Kurt's waist, and they dance together as Kurt sings the last line.
Promiscuous Boy, We're one in the same, So we don't gotta play games no more.
The girls applaud and whistle like crazies, and somehow Kurt and Blaine end up in the bottom of one of the epic Dalton Warbler Human Piles.
The Passerines have prepared a music list appropriate for the theme of their party. Kurt and Blaine spend most of the night dancing and having fun.
Although it wasn't a date, Kurt still considers the Passerine-Party the best Valentine's Celebration he's ever had. The duet with Blaine ended much better than expected; they had a lot of fun, it wasn't as awkward as he feared, and the girls really made them feel appreciated – even those who offered Blaine their numbers, but they really couldn't have the best clues. Blaine and he had danced a lot during the night, although it hadn't been much else to do with the lack of sitting options. But they'd also spent time talking; resting against a wall and standing in the other's personal space, but it had felt both safe and natural. Kurt feels as if they came closer during the night, and maybe it's inevitable after discussing a wide range of topics as their stance on euthanasia, favourite super hero, dream vacation and proposition 8.
But it really hadn't been a romantic night, and Kurt may be a hopeless case, but he really believes that Valentine's Day should be all about romance.
That's why he already on Sunday approached the Council with his suggestion. They had agreed – luckily, as he'd already talked with Rachel and Mercedes to get the wheels in motion. With Valentine's Day already on Wednesday it didn't leave them the best of time to plan, but they'd pull it through.
And today is Wednesday, and Kurt can't help the butterflies of expectations stretching their wings in his stomach as he stretches his body and rubs the last traces of sleep from his eyes.
He swings his legs out of bed, and senses something's different in his room. He turns on the light to see better, and quickly scans his surroundings to see what's off. And then he spots his desk. There's something on the surface he's pretty confident he didn't leave there last night.
Curiously, he jumps out of bed and strides with a few long steps over to his work station. There he finds an envelope, a small square gift and a single long-stemmed gorgeous, grand red rose wrapped in transparent foil and a rich purple ribbon. Kurt reigns in his emotions until he reads the two simple words on the envelope: To Kurt
That's all it takes for him to squeal with delight, hugging himself and jumping around in the room like a maniac. He's never gotten anything for Valentine's Day, and this is just so romantic he can hardly breathe. He stops dead in his happy-dance, and pinches his thigh fiercely. Gods, that hurts! Kurt jumps and throws his fist triumphantly in the air (fully aware that nobody can see him this undignified), because he's awake and this is really happening.
He calms himself, making his pulse and crazy hands slow down to a more secure pace, and releases the beautiful flower from its wrapping. Obviously he hasn't got a vase in his room, so his water glass will have to do. He places it on the shelf, making sure the rose is supported against the wall so it won't tilt out of the glass.
He then picks up the gift and the envelope, bringing it to bed, where he gets comfortable under the covers. This winter morning is too cold to run around in pyjamas. He decides to open the envelope first, hoping it'll reveal the gift giver to be the only one he wants it to be.
The card is classic and elegant, without any bad word puns. It's also fairly neutral, with no traces of hearts or love or kisses or doves. On a pretty, graphic background is written in hot pink letters
To Someone Very Special
Kurt opens the card, and his heart stutters when he reads the words.
Dearest Kurt
The Ice Crystal symbolises uniqueness, individuality,
perfection, serenity, peace, tranquillity and purity.
In my eyes, you're an Ice Crystal.
Blaine
Kurt can't help the tear that trickles down his cheek, and his hand is shaking when he reaches for the gift. Carefully to not tear the paper, he opens it, gently picking on the scotch with his nail. Finally he manages to unwrap the thick metallic gold paper, to find a characteristic black box, and he doesn't need to recognize the logo on the lid to know this is jewellery.
He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, wondering what on earth his something-more-than-merely-a-friend has done.
Well, there really is only one way to find that out, so he quickly opens the lid, and almost drops the box in his lap.
There, nestling on deep blue velvet, is the most beautiful brooch. Kurt quickly decides it's the best gift he's ever received, and nobody can ever top this. It's the Georg Jensen Ice Crystal brooch in white gold, and Kurt carefully runs a finger along the edges, afraid to leave ugly finger marks on it.
Uniform regulations be damned – Kurt is so going to wear this all day!
Blaine isn't in his room, and Kurt is disappointed, because he'd want to thank him thoroughly, and he'd expected him to be around to gauche Kurt's reaction. But Kurt gets dressed in a rush, pinning the brooch to the lapel of his blazer, and hurries to the dining hall, hoping to catch him there before classes.
Blaine is already sitting by their usual table with the usual gang, and Kurt doesn't care. He walks purposefully straight up to the table, taps Blaine on the shoulder, motions for him to move at his questioningly look, and attacks him with a firm hug as soon as Blaine is up. Blaine wraps his arms around Kurt's waist, and Kurt whispers in his air.
"Brittany once told me I'm a unicorn. I much prefer being an ice crystal! I don't know how to say thank you properly. But you're also someone very special," he murmurs, and Blaine tightens his hold around him.
"I just… Thank you for having patience with me. And thank you for being you."
Kurt swallows heavily, and regrets not even considering getting Blaine something.
"Of course," he answers, as they let go of each other.
Blaine adjusts the lapel, just like he did the first time they met, smiles shyly at him and runs a thumb over the brooch.
"I've picked up breakfast for you," he says, and pulls out a chair for him.
Kurt is pretty sure he looks like some love sick teenager when he sits down. But he kind of is a love sick teenager, so…
Wes and David look oddly at Blaine, but smiles at Kurt. Jeff just grins at them, humming Teenage Dream, but Nick quickly spots the brooch.
"That is one very fine brooch," he comments.
"It is one very fine brooch," Kurt replies haughtily, but under the table he wraps his foot around Blaine's.
The rest of the day is pretty ordinary; not so many romantic options or inclinations in an all boys school. Nick and Jeff are all giddy and goofing around, and Kurt feels a stab of jealousy that they have each other. But then he sees the brooch from the corner of his eye, and he decides that this is quite a decent Valentine's Day after all.
After the last class, the Warblers hurry out to the parking lot, to car pool. To save time, and because they are performing as Dalton boys, they're still in uniforms. Five cars take them the two hours from Westerville to Lima, and two minutes before five they arrive at Breadstix.
Kurt has hardly crossed the threshold, before he's ambushed by New Directions, engulfing him in hugs and greetings.
The restaurant staff has prepared a stage with sound equipment. Every table is decorated with a single rose – far from as stunning as the one Kurt got - and lit candles. Pink balloons and streamers have been hung not so thoughtfully on the walls, and it pretty much looks like they spent about ten minutes to make the room seem more romantic than usual. But that's okay. Kurt gets to spend the evening with all of his friends, that's pretty amazing in itself.
His oldest friends take their seats, and the Warblers get in position on the stage. As it was Kurt's idea, he takes the role as the host. He does a quick test of the microphone before giving his short speech.
"So, happy Valentine's Day, everybody. For those Breadstix patrons who don't know me, I'm Kurt Hummel," he greets, and there are mostly his friends and some other McKinley-students he faintly recognizes in the restaurant, still too early for the wining and dining to truly commence. "Welcome to my first ever lonely hearts club dinner. Whether you're single with hope or madly in love and are here because I forced you to come out and support me; sit back and enjoy. And to all the singles out there: This is our year."
Kurt leaves the microphone and steps back to his place among the boys, and Blaine smiles softly at him. Kurt can't help but smile back, almost forgetting to join in when the background harmonizing begins.
"You'd think that people would've had enough of silly love songs. But I look around me and see it isn't so," Blaine sings.
The crowd loves it!
"Love doesn't come in a minute," Blaine sings, and Kurt knows, trying to be as patient as Blaine needs him to be.
"I love you!" Blaine's velvet voice floats through Kurt's ears, and for a moment their eyes meet, and they smile. Kurt thinks he's on his way to feel that way about the boy, and hopes that he one day will be able to let it all out.
They walk around the room, sharing their love and music, to the pure joy of New Directions. Kurt forms a heart with his fingers at Mercedes and Tina.
While Blaine had really wanted to sing the first song, Kurt had been the one to suggest their second number. The Council had been hesitant, but Kurt had demonstrated it was well within his range.
They're standing in three rows, with Kurt and Blaine in the middle. Everybody is holding hands, and that's the entire choreography for this song. Thad is holding his hand on his left side, and on his right side is Blaine. But he has laced their fingers together.
In daylights, in sunsets, In midnights, in cups of coffee, In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife, In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes, How do you measure, a year in the life?
How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love
Kurt's proud to sing Joanne' solo:
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan. Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?
Blaine takes Collins' solo:
In truths that she learned, Or in times that he cried, In bridges he burned, Or the way that she died.
Measure your life, measure you life in love!
They are all on an epic performance high when they finish their song, and when Blaine spontaneously wraps Kurt in a hug he almost jumps up. Blaine lifts him from the ground and twirls him around, beaming.
"You. Are. Amazing!" he gushes, before letting him down on the ground again.
They slide into a booth with Nick and Jeff, and look expectantly at Kurt's friends getting ready to perform. The stage is behind Kurt and Blaine, so they turn to get a better view. Blaine ends up sitting leaned against the wall, Kurt with his back to him. Blaine's arm is resting on the top of their seats, and it feels almost like sitting in his arm. Kurt places his arm in the same position, and Blaine runs his fingers slowly along Kurt's elbow. He can hardly feel it through the blazer, but just knowing he does it still makes it tingle.
Kurt snorts when he realizes which song his friends are about to perform. Apparently, New Directions have chosen to do a rerun of one of their numbers from their first year, and Kurt can practically hear Rachel insisting they need their precious time to prepare for Regionals.
"Caaaaaaaan anybody find me somebody to love?" Finn asks.
Kurt's head is bopping to the beat, soundlessly mouthing the words, and tapping his foot on the floor.
"You've performed this with them, haven't you?" Blaine whispers softly in his ear.
"Invitationals two years ago," Kurt leans back to reply.
Blaine wraps his other arm around Kurt's waist to hold him back, and continues to whisper.
"I can hear where your voice is missing in their arrangement. They really lack something now that they don't have you," he says, and he doesn't let go of Kurt when he's done talking.
Kurt's heart is beating so hard he thinks it's trying to accompany the performance. Not only is he sitting this close with Blaine, but it happens in public despite of how hesitant and afraid the boy is. Blaine is still taking steps to try and to improve. To Kurt, that's a greater gift than the gorgeous brooch.
New Directions get ready for their second song, and this one Kurt actually hasn't heard them perform before, so maybe they did do some original preparations.
The first time ever I saw your face, I thought the sun rose in your eyes, And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave, To the dark and the endless skies, my love, To the dark and the endless skies.
Shortly after, the two Glee clubs have spread out and occupied most of the tables in the restaurant, and the waitresses are busy taking orders.
"We can go sit somewhere else," Kurt offers Nick and Jeff, "if you'd like this to be a private date."
The two boys look at each other, smiling fondly.
"Thank you, Kurt, but that's OK," Nick answers. "We've never been too concerned with Valentine's Day. There are 364 other days in the year to celebrate our love."
"Aww, that's adorable!"
"Guys, can I sit here? I got dumped," David grumbles from the end of the table.
"Sure, sit down," Kurt pats the seat next to him, and scoots closer to Blaine to give David space. His thigh is pressed flushed against Blaine's, and he can even feel his muscles tense and move when he shifts in his seat.
"Who dumped you?" Jeff asks.
"Wes," David mutters, and nods at a table in the back of the restaurant.
There, Wes is sitting holding hands on the table with no other than Rachel.
Kurt turns towards Blaine and grins.
"Told you!"
The waitress brings them their food, and Blaine and Kurt's arms keep brushing against each other as they eat. Kurt thinks his cheeks are about to catch fire from how much he blushes, and he keeps emptying glasses of ice water hoping it'll cool down his facial fever. Blaine finishes his food first, and leans further against the back rest, his hand lying along the top of it. Again, Kurt feels as if he's curled up in the pit of Blaine's arm. Not that he objects.
When the waitress comes to take their plates, Blaine orders cheesecake and two forks.
"You're going to split it with me," he says nonchalantly, making the other boys by the table coo and aww.
"No, I'm not," Kurt replies, and the three boys boo. "It's a Wednesday. I don't splurge like that in the middle of the week."
"It's not Wednesday," Blaine objects.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's Wednesday," Kurt snorts.
"It's Valentine's Day, and I want to share some cake with my best friend," Blaine murmurs with pleading eyes, brushing his thumb over Kurt's new brooch.
And how can Kurt object to such a request?
The waitress returns, and when Kurt sinks the fork into the fluffy cake, David sneezes something resembling "whipped".
"Says the Council member who had to beg his girlfriend to be allowed to perform with his minions today," Kurt says airily.
Nick leans over the table, offering Kurt his hand high in the air, and Kurt slams his own against it.
The rest of the evening is spent catching up with his old friends, teasing Rachel and Wes about their relationship, and hide in a secluded corner for some much needed lady chats with Mercedes and Tina. They admire his brooch, but he decides to let them think he bought it himself. They wouldn't understand what Blaine and he is doing.
Lyrics from
Fatboy Slim – Praise You
Pussycat Dolls – Don't Cha
Christina Aguilera featuring P!nk, Mya, Lil' Kim & Missy Elliot – Lady Marmalade
Rod Stewart – Do Ya Think I'm Sexy (as performed by Darren Criss)
Donna Summer – Hot Stuff
Tom Jones – Sex Bomb
Nelly Furtado featuring Timbaland – Promiscuous
Paul McCartney & Wings – Silly Love Songs
RENT – Seasons of Love
Queen – Somebody to Love
Leona Lewis – First Time Ever I Saw Your Face