SUMMARY: What if Kurt did not know how to whistle and really wanted to sing the song 'Whistle' by Flo Rida and had no idea what the lyrics implied? How will Blaine react when he finds out? Cuteness and fluffiness ensues.

A/N: This story is set somewhere between the Silly Love Songs episode and BIOTA. I know the song Whistle was released after this and then sung by the Warblers in Season 4. However, I really wanted a take on Kurt coming across and liking such a song and Blaine's reaction to it.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS PRESENTED IN THIS WORK. THE SONG WHISTLE IS LICENSED TO FLO RIDA AND TEAM. THIS STORY IS FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY AND I DO NOT STAND TO PROFIT FROM IT

WILL YOU BLOW MY WHISTLE BABY...

Settling himself as comfortably as possible in the soft leather seat, Kurt Hummel took a deep breath. 'Alright. I can do this.' He took another deep breath and then puckered his lips carefully. Doing his best to curl his tongue, he slowly blew some air out of his mouth. And he heard… nothing.

He took one more deep breath and tried again. But the only sound that reached his ears was that of the air whooshing out of his mouth. This isn't what should happen! He should be hearing a serene whistling sound just as in that tutorial video. It's alright. This doesn't mean that I've failed. Perhaps I should try another tip.

Puckering his lips once again, he concentrated on holding his tongue parallel to the floor of his mouth. Once again he blew. This time, however, he also tried moving his tongue a bit. He flipped it back and forth, shuffled it sideways, anything that he could think of. All the while, he kept on blowing as strongly as he could. This occupied him for a few minutes before he finally gave up. Frowning, he got his cell phone out and began browsing for another whistling tutorial.

Walking down the stairs, Blaine Anderson hummed a soft tune to himself. He had an hour to kill before Warbler's practice would start so he made his way toward the common room. After a leisurely walk through the corridor, he stood outside a wood paneled door. It wasn't usually closed at this time of the day. Students were supposed to leave it open if they were inside unless they were holding a meeting for any of the school's numerous hobby clubs. The Warblers always kept the door firmly shut when they had their rehearsals. It was the same with some of the other clubs.

There didn't seem to be any sound coming from the inside, however. Blaine smiled. Perhaps the room was empty then. Good time to rehearse for my solo! With that thought in mind, he gently pushed the door open and walked in; only to find that his earlier assumption had been wrong. The room wasn't empty. A boy with chestnut colored hair was seated on the couch, facing slightly away from where he stood. Moving closer, he was surprised to see that it was Kurt. The pale-skinned boy hadn't noticed him however, he seemed engrossed in his phone. Before Blaine could utter a word of greeting, the other boy did something completely unexpected. He suddenly placed the phone away, puckered his lips and… made… some kind of noise! He stopped after a few seconds and then did it once again.

It seemed like he was blowing out air. What's going on?

A whole minute must have passed but Kurt was still oblivious to his presence. He had stopped blowing now and was taking deep breaths. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be mumbling something. Blaine strained a bit and thought he heard something along the lines of "I can do this. I know I can"

He's talking to himself! What is he…?

Kurt opened his gorgeous eyes again. His face wore a more determined expression now. This time his lips formed a small 'o' out of which he blew a huge burst of air. He kept a steady rhythm at first but then put on more pressure. He seemed to be straining. In fact, he was putting in all his effort and blowing really, really hard. Watching him like this made Blaine feel something stirring within himself. His vision seemed to be growing smaller and smaller until he could only focus on the other boy's lips. They looked redder than usual and every time he brought them together, he felt his stomach flip. He couldn't tear his eyes away them. They looked so… so delicious. I wonder how they would taste if I ran my tongue along them…

What the hell am I thinking! This is Kurt! He's my friend. I can't be having such thoughts about him!

It was difficult but somehow he managed to switch his gaze to rest of the boy's face. His cheeks were flushed from all the exertion he was putting himself through. He looked adorable. Even the pale skin on his neck, as much as he could see over the starched necktie, had reddened slightly. I wonder if that blush travels down to his chest as well… Okay stop! I have to stop thinking right now.

At that very moment, the countertenor placed two fingers in his mouth and let out a large spluttering breath. His tongue stuck out and before he could get it back in, he heard a guffaw. Kurt's eyes widened and he turned around to look at the first friend he had made at Dalton. His fingers were still in his mouth and his frightened eyes were now as wide as saucers. The effect was so comic that it made the other boy laugh even more. This was priceless!

It took him some time to regain his composure. Kurt was thoroughly mortified by then. He had recovered from the shock and now was seated in his trademark regal pose. His hands were clasped over one of his skinny legs and he was giving the Warblers' lead soloist a very dark look. It was such a striking contrast to his earlier comic persona that Blaine dissolved in another fit of giggles.

"I'm sorry… ha ha ha… I'm so sorry, Kurt. But what were you doing?"

The pale boy's entire face was aflame now and he couldn't think of a word to say. Of all the people to have found him in this state…

"Is this some kind of vocal exercise?" By now, the curly haired boy was seated on the couch as well. Only a few inches away. "Is this how you manage to make your voice sound so amazing?"

Kurt didn't trust himself to speak a single word. His crush had found him in a very ridiculous situation and his brain was frantically searching for some way to salvage his dignity. What can I say now to avoid looking like a complete fool?

The smiling boy seemed oblivious to the other's discomfort as he stared at him with twinkling eyes. For the second time that week, Kurt felt a rapid rise in his hear-beat as he found himself drowning in that hazel-eyed stare. Ever since he had been rebuffed he had tried to avoid spending too much time with the curly haired Warbler. It hadn't been too difficult. With regionals not too far away, Wes had kept them busy and glee practice had taken up a huge chunk of their free time. So his strategy had been successful so far…

"You have the cutest blush in the world, Kurt" Blaine's deep voice interrupted his mental musings. "Your voice really is beautiful. Sometimes, I wish that I could go on listening to it forever."

He said it with such intensity that Kurt was thrown completely off-balance. He could deal with rejection. He had faced that before but this aimless flirting... it was pure torture! The other boy continued to stare at him and Kurt's heartbeat quickened even more. If he keeps looking at me like that I'm going to expire of heart failure! I should say something, anything...

In desperation, he blurted out, "I was trying to whistle."

The moment the words came out of his mouth, the countertenor was wishing himself all kinds of hell. Why did I have to say that? Now he'll definitely think that I'm crazy.

To say that Blaine was astounded on hearing this was an understatement. Now, it was he who felt off-balance. The slightly adoring smile had been wiped off his face and he was doing his best to process Kurt's words. "That was... you were actually trying to whistle?" he asked slowly.

"Yes! And don't you dare laugh, Mr. Anderson!"

Wrong choice of words.,. thought Blaine as he did his best to withhold a chuckle and failed. He tried to cover it up by speaking hurriedly. "I didn't know that you wanted to learn that. Heck, I didn't even know that you couldn't already. Most boys know how to whistle. You could've just asked me to help you out. But what brought this on all of a sudden?"

Kurt sighed. There was no way he could backtrack over this. The failed spying attempt, the Karofsky confrontation, his failed audition for a solo with the Warblers, the Valentine Day debacle... and now this was one more thing to add to his ever-expanding list of 'How I always end up looking like an ass in front of one Blaine Anderson'.

"Well..." he began tentatively, "have you heard the latest single by Flo Rida, entitled 'Whistle'?"

"Yes, I have. Who hasn't? It's been number one on the chart for almost a week!" All this was true. It had become especially popular here. One couldn't walk down the halls of the academy without coming across at least one boy trilling the catchy tune."

"Yeah, well I was trying to sing that and while the song itself didn't pose a problem for my extensive vocal range, I discovered that I couldn't whistle at all!"

"Wait, you were singing Flo Rida's Whistle? I didn't think it was your type of music."

"And why would you think that?" huffed Kurt, "If you must know, I have even sung Mellencamp's 'Pink Houses' and managed to hit all the low notes." Smirking at his friend's incredulous look, he continued, "my repertoire is much more varied than you think."

"Well, that's rather interesting. But my disbelief doesn't stem for a lack of faith in your vocal talent. I really didn't think that you would want to emulate a song with such... um... risqué connotations."

"What risqué connotations? I thought it was very playful and romantic. "

The puzzled look in the blue-eyed boy's face confused Blaine. Doesn't Kurt know what the song is actually about?"

"Who thought that someone could write such a catchy song about teaching a person to whistle! And it's oh so very popular. Perhaps we can convince the council to include it in our set list for regionals. I've been up all night practicing it and I think I have it down to an almost perfect pitch. Now if only I could whistle as well..."

The very idea of the innocent, young boy before him, crooning those highly suggestive lyrics made Blaine dizzy. Never mind what the other Warblers would think, he himself would pass out before he heard...

"Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know"

Kurt chanted and Blaine's jaw dropped.

Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go

Although he was singing in a much lower register, he managed to hit all the right notes and sounded flawless. It was also the most decent rendition that Blaine had heard so far. Despite the provocative nature of the words, the naiveté in his friend's face actually made it sound innocently playful.

"Can you teach me to whistle, Blaine?" said the countertenor breaking into his thoughts.

"Huh?" Gosh I'm still reeling from the way he says 'blow'

"I really want to learn and you were offering five minutes ago so..." he trailed off nervously.

"Oh, yeah sure. Why not?" said the other boy, slipping easily into his familiar mentoring role. "It's not very hard actually and if you don't mind my saying it, your earlier attempts were... somewhat forced. It looked like you were putting too much pressure on yourself. In fact, you should be as relaxed as possible and let your breath out naturally."

"I know that and I've been trying all morning but I just can't seem to get it!" whined Kurt.

"That's alright. You just need a practical demonstration. Now relax and watch me," said Blaine with his trademark self-assurance.

And indeed, he did feel a dramatic decline in his anxiety levels as he returned his friend's beatific smile. Here in this moment, he didn't think he had ever felt this relaxed. But then again he had always felt relaxed around Blaine. Except when they held hands, or flirted, or he stared a little too intently at him. He was doing just that now as he watched the boy bring his lips slightly forward and produce a melodious whistle.

He kept at it for some seconds before stopping and letting out a slightly breathless laugh.

"Wow! It seems so easy when you do it."

"Oh it is. Believe me it is," smirked Blaine, "Now it's your turn…"

"Oh no, no I…."

"Relax, Kurt. That's the most important thing. Now I want you to watch closely and mirror my movements."

The pale boy did his best to ignore his hammering heart as the gorgeous, hazel-eyed Warbler slid a little closer just so that their knees were almost touching. Almost…

"Now try curling your tongue a bit back, just as I'm doing with mine," he opened his mouth and demonstrated. "No, not like that," he said and moved once again towards the other boy and this time there knees did touch. A jolt ran through Kurt's body and he did his best to suppress the shock he felt. Blaine too felt the awareness coursing through himself even with the slightness of the contact. He swallowed and looked down trying to stem the sudden rush of feeling. But it was all too familiar. This had happened when they had sung 'baby it's cold outside' and he had brushed his side against the other boy's.

It hadn't been difficult to hide it then but since that day, he had had to shoot down those feelings every time they made any kind of contact. And considering all the hand holding they did… Just, one touch, now baby I believe… He repressed another shudder and then looked up into his best friend's eyes. "You need to roll only the lower tip back, not the whole of your tongue."

Kurt just blinked. Had he imagined it all, had it had no effect on Blaine? Apparently it didn't. He was speaking normally enough whereas Kurt still felt breathless.

He sat silently for a few minutes before he was once again prevailed upon to try. And so he did, whilst closely listening to other boy's instructions and encouragement. After some minutes, they both heard a shrill sound emanate and echo through the empty room.

"Was that me? Did I finally manage to whistle?"

"It certainly wasn't me. That was a good first attempt by the way. You need to try again."

And so Kurt did, puckering his lips once more, he tried to remember what he had done in the past five minutes.

"You're putting too much pressure on yourself again. You have to relax and let your breath flow out more easily."

Blaine never thought he'd ever get an excuse to blatantly stare at another guy's lips for so long. How had he never noticed that Kurt's were so plump and plush before? What I wouldn't give to touch them…

"No Wes, I'm telling you it's impossible to survive Mr. Minowski's lecture with your eyes open the whole time. People like you who sit in the first row and answer every question on cue are freaks of nature!"

"You're just not trying hard enough….."

"Me and every other student in that class, you mean. Be honest with me; just name one class in your entire educational experience right from kindergarten to our senior year of high school in which you didn't act this way. Just one class, Wes. Heck, name one lecture where you were even slightly distracted."

"First of all David, I take my education very seriously."

"Yeah, no shit!"

"And I don't find every single class up to the mark. Take Mr. Peters English Period for instance. He made us compose and play rap songs as a contemporary poetry assignment! Rap songs David! And during Shakespeare hour instead of the play we do every year, he took a modern take with Baz Luhrman's Romeo+Juliet!

"Oh you did not just say that. Mr. Peters is the best loved faculty in Dalton. Sure his teaching methods are somewhat unconventional but he makes learning English such fun!"

"But he doesn't stick to the official curriculum approved by the Dalton School Board!" said Wes pedantically.

His companion rolled his eyes and said, "Never mind. So we have still have three quarters of an hour to go before Warblers' practice starts. Want to go to the café and grab a bite to eat?"

"We can always eat later. Let's hold a council meeting in the Seniors Commons instead to discuss the Regionals set-list."

"You want a council meeting now? I'm pretty sure Thad has a Biology lecture and will directly come for Warblers' practice."

"So, we already have 63.3% of the council here. That's more than half." Wes than immediately began walking towards Commons door not sparing David a moment to reply."

As they neared the room, they heard a faint but familiar tune. It was definitely one of the Warblers judging by the finely-tuned harmony. If not, Wes definitely wanted the owner of that melodious voice to audition for their Group.

Only when they entered the room were they able to hear the actual lyrics. And Wes was shell-shocked. Not just by the racy words of the song, but the singer himself.

David grinned from ear to ear as he watched Kurt's expressions while he sang, "Will you blow my whistle baby…."

Such an innocent thing, he has no idea what he's saying….. thought David.

Glancing alongside Kurt, he was surprised to see Blaine there as well. Their lead vocalist looked as if he was in pain for some reason. Observing him carefully, he realized that it wasn't a look of pain at all. It was the same look his room-mate got when he skyped his prudish girlfriend at night. Catching the younger boy's eye, he gave him a thumbs-up and a huge smile, leaving no room for doubt that he had realized how excited Blaine was.

The boy in question gave him a death glare.

Kurt continued singing unaware of the other boys' presence in the room, "You just put your lips together and you come real close…."

Wes looked scandalized as the junior Warbler continued the song. Kurt finally finished with a prolonged whistle in the same melody. "I can't believe I finally did it!" he said, addressing Blaine. "I do believe that was a perfect whistle!"

His child-like delight brought a smile to Blaine's face. He was relieved to focus on anything other than his inappropriate thoughts.

"Thank you so much for teaching me how to whistle. I really think such a preppy number would be great for Regionals," said Kurt, still smiling blissfully.

Wes choked/coughed loudly and the blue-eyed boy finally turned to look at him and David.

"Oh, you two are here! Is it time for Warblers practice already?"

"Not yet, we still have half an hour. You sang beautifully, by the way, Kurt. I'm surprised that you liked such a…. sybaritic song," said David as he took a seat beside Blaine and gave the Warbler his large Geography text-book. At his puzzled look, he gestured towards the latter's lap. Blaine glanced down, and his eyes widened as he realized what the boy was indicating and instantly plopped the book down, as strategically as possible.

Wes noticed this as well and smirked. David giggled and Blaine stared daggers at both of them.

"What do you think, Wes?" said Kurt, completely oblivious to the interplay between the boys around him.

"Well Kurt, it's a really catch tune but…. not quite in line with what the…. the overall theme of the set-list we're planning."

"Oh," said their newest member with a tinge of disappointment. "What's the theme and why wouldn't it fit in?" he said, eyes with innocence.

"Well….."

"I think Blaine can explain that better," interrupted David, "it's his favorite song, you know and he really loves blowing whistles. No one can blow a whistle better than Blaine. Also, Wes and I had important council related stuff to discuss that's why we're early. We'll leave you two to continue your blowing tutorial.

Both the boys got up and chuckled as they made their way to the council table leaving a very confused Kurt in their wake.

Blaine sighed deeply as he thought of the all the teasing he'd be facing that month. I'm never going to hear the end of this…

A/N: What did you think? Do drop a review if you want a sequel to this where Blaine has to explain the meanings of the lyrics to Kurt resulting in sweet embarrassment and more fluff!