What Is This Feeling?

by Kirakiwi

Kurt Hummel is a popular McKinley High Cheerio. Blaine Anderson is a popular star of the McKinley football team. They might seem like they would be the perfect couple, except for one fact: they hate each other. It's a rivalry that's been going on for years and no one really knows how it started. Can they work out their differences and see that neither one is perfect?

28. Chapter 28

Chapter 28:

A/n: Y'all, we are SO sorry we haven't posted in awhile. Real life got crazy with school, sickness, and a million other things! Thank you to all the ones who are still reading and we appreciate your patience! Here are the remaining chapters and we hope the longer ones make up for it! Also sorry about the mess up on uploading the chapters. We have no idea what happened, but it should be fixed now. -A&K

Kurt:

I sighed as I tried to decide between two different but equally amazing shirts. How was I supposed to do this? I could barely narrow down my wardrobe on a daily basis, so how was I expected to do it for a trip? My first trip with Blaine. The thought gave me a giddy feeling. We were going to the National Cheerios competition at Disney World together and then were going to spend some time at the park after we won. I knew we would be winning after seeing the routine. Finn and Rachel would accompany us as well (it was dad's idea. Since he and Carole had to work, he thought my stepbrother would be the next best thing to an adult chaperone. Ha. Little did he know, we have already made plans.)

Tossing both shirts aside since I still had a week to pack, I flopped face down onto my comfy bed and thought very seriously about napping. It had been a crazy week with test prep before Thanksgiving coming up, glee rehearsals for regionals, and Cheerio practice in overdrive to prep for their nationals.

Oh, and Blaine on top of all that.

I had discovered just how much attention my boyfriend required the busier we both got. We hadn't been able to be together physically as much as we had grown accustomed to since we were both working on so many things. We had mostly just had a few rushed moments here and there, but I thought this trip would be a nice change from that.

Blaine was done with football, but thinking about trying out for basketball (in spite of short jokes from literally everyone) and he had been trying to spend time with his dad. Things had been going well. I hadn't seen him since the first disastrous visit in the hospital, but Blaine had told him that they did talk about me. They had apparently had a fight a few days ago over something stupid Mr. Anderson said, but Blaine said they had worked it out. I was so glad too. My boyfriend really needed this and I just hoped that his dad would continue to try to change himself for his family.

My baby's fit like a daydream

Walking with his head down

I'm the one he's walking to

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

My baby's fly like a jet stream

High above the whole scene

Loves me like I'm brand new

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

I groaned at the thought of moving, but did anyway because I had a feeling it was Blaine calling me and I missed him.

"Hey, baby. What are you doing?"

I grinned. It was him.

"Oh, just a little packing for Disney. I see you have changed my ringtone. Again."

The way Blaine laughed, I could tell he was alone. That was his sexy laugh that usually got him out of trouble.

"Aw, you don't like the ringtone I picked for you?"

I smirked. "I'm just surprised it's not Katy Perry. Or something equally embarrassing."

"Hey! I was trying to be romantic. Although, I did think about using Salt Shaker for when I called you, but I picked two Taylor Swift songs so we could be twinsies. They're even from the same album."

I started putting the pile of clothes strewn across my bed back into the closet. I would think about which outfits to take later. "Of course. What is yours?"

"King of My Heart. I felt like it fit how I feel about you, baby." Blaine said, still smiling. I stopped hanging shirts back up for a moment.

"Aw, that's so sweet. I love you."

"I love you, too." I could hear him shift around a bit as I started hanging shirts back in my closet. "So, what are you wearing?"

Well, he tried.

"Really? You were doing so good."

Blaine huffed and must have covered his face with a pillow or something because I heard a muffled scream after that.

"I'm so fucking horny, Kurt! I haven't gotten to touch your butt in like, a week! Give me something here!"

I laughed at my overdramatic boyfriend. He wasn't the only one who was having withdrawals, but I was way more patient than him. I decided to change the subject.

"Tell me about things with your dad."

"Kurt," he huffed, "You're killing me." He sighed, resigned. "It's fine. I mean, he's trying at least. I still get pretty frustrated with him when he just says whatever, but he's getting better at being accepting."

I nodded. Blaine was getting better at talking to me about his dad too.

"Coop told me yesterday that he wants to meet Cam."

I paused with my hand on my closet door. "Oh really? And how does he feel about that? How does Lex feel about it?" I asked.

"Well, Coop apparently laughed in his face and told him no. Then dad got pissed and they fought and Cooper left so he wouldn't knock dad out. Thanksgiving is going to be interesting to say the least. Hopefully they will work it out these next few weeks."

"So, you're dad is coming to Thanksgiving this year?"

Blaine laughed. "No, he's invited this year. Usually we do one with me, mom, and dad and then another with me, mom, Lex, Cooper, and Camilia. He's been cut off for awhile." He paused for a second and I digested all this. I couldn't imagine the strain this must have put on the Anderson family over the years. Blaine sighed and picked up the conversation after a little while. "Anyway, Alexa calmed Cooper down and told him that if he is really serious about changing, she would love for Camilia to get to know her grandfather. She said life is too short to hold onto grudges. That made Cooper think."

I plopped down onto my now cleared off bed and thought about it. Alexa was the most forgiving person I had ever met. I probably would have reacted more like Cooper. Still, I suppose when you are battling cancer and looking death in the eye, you learn what's most important in life.

"She has a point. When are they going to meet?" I asked.

"It's not for sure, but we are thinking maybe Thanksgiving." Blaine answered. "Oh! That reminds me, she will probably call your dad or Carole, but mom was wanting to know if we wanted to all get together for Thanksgiving this year? Our house would be big enough for everyone and we wouldn't have to make food for a bunch of separate occasions."

I smiled at his excited tone. I was willing to bet anything that Blaine had probably begged his mom to do it this way. He was so sweet.

"I'll talk to dad and Carole." I relaxed against my pillows and stroked the collar of my shirt absentmindedly. "So, how excited are we for this trip?"

Blaine groaned and I heard him flop down onto his own bed. "I don't know. I get to watch my sexy boyfriend shake his ass in criminally tight pants, have a whole afternoon with said boyfriend at Disney after they win, and most importantly, also get to share a bed with you? Nah, I could care less."

I bit my lip into a smile and laughed a little. "First of all, my uniform isn't that tight, otherwise I wouldn't be able to move. Second of all, you don't know we will win. Lastly, dad says Finn and I have to share a room, so no sex."

Blaine snorted at my last statement. He knew I was full of shit. "Firstly, I want to send a muffin basket to whoever is responsible for your uniform design because it's a fucking masterpiece. Secondly, are you kidding? Of course you guys will win. That's a no brainer. And lastly, I'd like to see you resist me when I'm naked and spread out for you on your bed. We will see where Finn sleeps."

I bit back a moan at the images Blaine put in my head. His voice had gone low and sexy and I found myself locking my door and getting comfortable on my bed again.

"Someone seems pretty confident." He laughed.

"Go ahead and tell me you don't want me in your bed at Disney. I'll wait."

I giggled and bit my lip. "I guess Splash Mountain won't be the only ride I'm going on at Disney. I thought I could fuck you for a change."

It was so quiet for awhile that I thought I shouldn't have said that to him. Maybe he didn't want to switch it up? I had never had phone sex before, but i thought this might have been a good way to start it. Just when I was about to take it back, Blaine made a strangled noise.

"Do you mean it? You want me to bottom?" He sounded... excited?

"Um, yeah I am comfortable with what we've been doing, but I would still like to try if you are okay with that."

"Uh, hell yes I'm okay with it! I've bottomed before, but I was waiting for you to tell me what you wanted. You know you can just ask me if there's anything you like... want, right?"

I felt my face and neck heat up as I thought of some things I would definitely like to try that I had never said out loud before. God, I loved this boy.

"Same here. I guess it's decided then. Speaking of things to try, can we start with phone sex?"

Blaine moaned and I heard him shuffling around. "Oh god, I thought you'd never ask!"

I smiled and pulled my pants down. I was pretty damn lucky.

...

As the bell rang, Chandler bounced up to me so we could head to English together. Blaine had an exam in his geometry class, so we knew he would be meeting us in class. I glanced over at my friend as he chattered on about his newest show he started watching. I was glad to see him be more like his old cheerful self again after his breakup with Keith. He had taken it pretty hard, but I was happy that he seemed happy. We stopped at my locker so I could exchange books and I sighed at one of the pictures of me and Blaine that was tacked up on the tan metal.

"And then she just ripped off her earrings- her damn earrings, Kurt! She just threw them bitches off and started wailing on the other girl and they fell down... Hey, are you still listening to me?" I looked over to see him tilting his head to the side in annoyance, hands on his hips. "You look like you would love to make out with that picture of your boyfriend there."

I bowed my head as I shut my locker. "Sorry, I got distracted. So who won the fight?"

Before Chandler could retort, his eyes grew wide and his mouth opened a little. The next thing I knew, he was shoving me behind him (or at least attempting to. Chandler is at least five inches shorter than me.) "What the hell, Chandler!"

"Run, Kurt!" He was drawn up to his full height and puffing his chest out. The effect wasn't very intimidating, unfortunately. "If you want him, you'll have to go through me!" I looked up to see Karofsky looking down at Chandler like he was speaking gibberish.

"Relax, Kiehl. I just want to talk to Kurt for a second."

Chandler narrowed his eyes at Dave and shook his head. My chest grew warm at the thought of someone as little as him trying to take on someone as big as Karofsky. I put my hand on Chandler's shoulder and squeezed gently. He must have missed the memo about Karofsky. "It's okay, Chandler. Can you give us a minute?"

Chandler furrowed his eyebrows suspiciously, but nodded and stepped back a few steps so he could still keep a close eye on us. I don't know what had gotten into him lately, but it was like he had no fear of bullies anymore. I stepped a little closer to Dave, still slightly nervous after the torment he put me through all these years. Part of my brain was screaming to run because he probably was hiding a pack of jocks or a slushy behind his back, but I stood tall and tried not to show fear.

"Well? You have my attention." Even though I vaguely remember him trying to talk to Blaine and I at David's Halloween party, I was a little fuzzy on the details. Dave looked around nervously and stepped back a little.

"Uh, I know I kind of mentioned this already, but I keep loosing my nerve when I try to talk to you and Blaine, but I just wanted to formally apologize for being such an ass before and for... you know..." Kissing you against your will. I added mentally.I nodded and waved sporadically, knowing what he was trying to say. Even though he was apologizing, I still didn't want to out him.

"I forgave you at the football game, Dave. And just so you know, I'm here for you if you ever need to talk, okay?" He nodded, his eyes looking a little wet and red. Someone laughing loudly down the hall drew his focus and he sniffed, quickly wiping his face on his letterman and hitching the strap of his backpack up a little. He stuffed a hand in his pocket and withdrew a crumpled ball of paper which he thrust in my hand quickly.

"This is my number. Can you give it to Blaine too? I would really like to do something nice for you guys."

I smiled as I tucked the wad of paper into my messenger bag. "Dave," I said, "you don't have to do anything for us. Seriously, just stop bullying people and we'll call it even. And get some therapy. I will send you a text so you have my number if you need some advice or something. It's going to be okay." Dave studied the floor for a moment before swallowing hard and looking up at me. His eyes were full of sincerity and gratitude as he held a hand out to me.

"Well, I still owe you a favor. I don't know how or when, but I'll make it up to the both of you. Most people would have told me to go to hell or outed me, but you are an amazing person. Thank you, Kurt. Seriously." I shook his hand as the bell rang and waved as we parted ways to head off to class. I ignored the incredulous looks coming from Chandler as I pulled at his sleeve, indicating he should follow me.

"Um, so we are going to ignore the fact that DAVE KAROFSKY just talked to you and apologized and then gave you his number? We aren't going to talk about this?"

"Nope." I replied as we weaved through all the students flooding the hallway.

"I just feel like it warrants a conversation." I just smiled.

"Is he gay?"

"Chandler! You need to be quiet!" I hissed as I pulled him closer. Chandler held up his palms in surrender as I drug him away from the door to English class and ignored the looks from other students. "Look, his story isn't mine to tell, but he's different now. I doubt he will give you any more trouble."

"Who's giving you trouble, Kiehl? We will fuck someone up if we need to." Blaine strolled up to us looking as dreamy as ever in his letterman and some nice fitted jeans and threw and arm around my waist.

"He's talking about Karofsky." I said quietly as Blaine planted a kiss at my temple. "He came up to me in the hall and apologized again." Blaine tensed a little and nodded, his lightly gelled curls bouncing with the movement. "Yeah, he said something about that at the party, but everyone was drinking and I wasn't sure if he was going to start trouble or not... I probably could have handled it better, but you were grinding on me and doing that thing I like with your tongue-" I slapped a hand over Blaine's mouth before he reveal any more of our personal business. My face and ears felt hot. Blaine looked smug as Chandler cocked his hip out and crossed his arms.

"Okay, but are you going to tell him about getting Karofsky's number?" Blaine raised his eyebrow and I removed my hand before he could lick it. He had done that before. "Oh, he wants you to have it too. Just in case he needs advice or something." I informed my boyfriend. Blaine shrugged as he guided me to our regular seats with a hand at the small of my back. "Yeah, I guess it's fine with me as long as he behaves. If he starts picking on anyone else though, we will have a problem."

Chandler sunk into his seat open-mouthed. "So, you both are fine with him now? After all the stuff he put you through, he apologizes and everything is just like it never happened?"

I sighed as I pulled out my notebook and pencil. "Chandler, there is a lot more to it than that. Dave has promised to stop bullying people and he has apologized repeatedly for harassing us. I don't see the need to hold a grudge. I bet he will apologize to you too at some point, so be ready." Chandler scoffed at that and began gathering up his notes for class as Blaine stretched his arms and back like a cat. Mrs, Burton called for attention and we all tried to focus.

...

Blaine:

"But why doesn't he wear pants if he wears a shirt? Doesn't he get cold?"

"Ugh, I don't know, Finn! He's a duck. Ducks don't wear pants!"

"But he wears a towel when he comes out of the shower? Does he have duck pants he wears? And why does Mickey wear pants but no shirt?"

"Why didn't you ask them when we saw them this morning?" Finn shrugged.

"Because I know it's not really them. I'm not stupid, Rachel."

I was about ready to ditch these two and find a better seat where I could watch Kurt preform. The stands were full of people dressed in team colors representing their school's, buzzing with excitement. Kurt hadn't let me wear the outfit I had planned, (think lots of glitter, lots of red and white, and a giant poster board that had a lot of homages to Kurt's ass) so I was just in jeans and a McKinley high shirt with the word Go on one cheek and Cheerios! on the other. Our trip so far had been amazing. We had flown out that Friday at lunch after getting excused from all of our classes. Burt drove us to the airport and gave us all one last, "no sex or shenanigans" talk (yeah right) before we hopped on the plane. Thank god we got seats away from Finn and Rachel. I'm pretty sure they spent the entire flight either making out loudly or squabbling about what they would name their future children. Kurt and I spent the two and a half hours taking cute coupley pictures and napping. I did try to convince Kurt to join the mile high club with me, but he said he couldn't risk injuring himself before his competition the next day.

"And you know how we get." He added, blue eyes raking up and down my body with a scorching look that had me shivering and sweating all at once. We still had the return flight, and he made it up to me after dinner with a spectacular blowjob once we got to our room. Once I returned the favor, we cuddled together in the bed with our foreheads just touching and talked about little things until we fell asleep. Kurt woke up first since the competition was so early and got ready. I drifted in and out of sleep until a pillow was tossed at my head. I got up and got ready under fear of death and we ate breakfast with a chipper Rachel and Finn (They totally got some last night. He had that look) and Santana, Quinn, and Brittney before the four of them had to rush off to warm up. Everyone awwwed at the sweet kiss Kurt gave me before he left and how I gave him a single daisy. He had blushed, fussing but smelling it appreciatively.

"Blaine... You didn't have to. You could have just told me to break a leg."

"Technically, that's for plays and such. This is more of a sporting event-"

Finn pulled Rachel away from the murderous looks the other Cheerios were sending her way. I ignored them all.

"I wanted to. Plus, you don't need luck. You have talent." They all giggled and took off, Kurt with a shy wave. Rachel and Finn had decided to go explore a little bit before the competition, but I wanted to go get ready and get a good seat. No way was I not being in the first few rows for this. Kurt had cheered me on at every football game this year and in my personal life with everything going on with my dad, so I would be cheering him on this time. I was Kurt Hummel's number one fan.

"Finn! Why don't you just google it! I have no idea why some of them wear more clothes than others!"

I shouldn't have saved them seats. They were ruining this moment for me.

"Can you guys stop fighting for like, ten seconds so I can watch my boyfriend kick ass?" A lady beside me wearing a blue and black shirt with a wolf mascot emblazoned on the front scowled at me. I scowled back, ready to sass any homophobic bullshit right back to whatever backwoods place it came from. "Yes, I said boyfriend. I am very gay and very proud of it and even more proud of the amazing guy who's going on in a minute so what have you got to say, Karen?"

The woman tossed her over-teased blonde hair back and fixed me with a glare. "Congratulations on being gay. My daughter, who is on a team down there, is a lesbian so I really don't care about that. Could you please watch your language, though? I'd rather not have my six year old repeating cuss words." She gestured to the little boy beside her that I hadn't noticed and looked down at the freckled boy with huge glasses. I felt my cheeks heat up and scratched the back of my neck. Cam flashed through my mind.

"Oh... Sorry. Yeah, I'll keep it clean. My mom would ground me if she knew I had cussed in front of a kid. Don't say bad words. It stunts your growth as you can see." I directed the last bit at the boy who gave me a gap-toothed smile. I smiled back and his mom even grinned a little. She dipped her head towards the stage as another team in purple and silver uniforms got into formation. "Which team are you with?"

"McKinley High Cheerios." I replied. "They will be in red, white, and black. What about you?"

"Monroe High Wolves. My daughter is captain. I'll point her out when they come on." She said proudly. "You'll have to tell me which one is your boyfriend when they come on." I just grinned and watched the team start their routine in front of me. "Oh, you'll know which one he is. He's the one with the best as-" I stopped myself with a glance at the boy. "Uh, the one with the best smile." The lady just smiled and shook her head at me as we got quiet to watch the routine. About six teams went before the Cheerios, including my neighbor's. I had to admit, they were pretty good, but I knew Kurt and the Cheerios would smoke them all. Finn was just coming back from the bathroom when Rachel clapped with excitement. "Hurry and sit down! The Cheerios are setting up!" Finn plopped down much to the relief of all the people sitting behind him and I poked the lady beside me, who I had learned was named Margot.

"This is us! Look for the adorable brunette with the beautiful face and pretty blue eyes. They are between the color of tropical ocean water and the color of trees when it's raining and you squint a little-"

"We get it! His eyes are pretty! You're just as annoying as my sister!" The little boy rolled his eyes.

"Lewis! Don't be rude!" Margot chided. I smirked and scanned the group of red and white uniforms for the boy I loved, but the lights were dark and I couldn't pick out individual people.

"You'll understand one day, dude."

"I'm never dating." His mom and I both laughed as he crossed his arms.

"I'll remind you of this conversation when your asking to borrow my car for a date one day," said Margot.

We're the world's new creation

An independent nation

Sent to be courageous

We're coming, we're coming

I chuckled a little as Rachel bounced up and down in her seat and Finn let out a whoop. The music started in a very up tempo, almost techno beat. Kurt had mentioned that they were using two different songs blended together (Coach Sylvester refused to call it a mash up for unknown reasons.) The lights started flashing and the Cheerios broke into their routine, flipping and spinning wildly. I spotted Kurt and my chest swelled with pride at how good he looked. I pointed him out to Margot and she agreed he was very attractive.

With the sound that's so infectious

No choice but to respect us

There's no way you'll neglect us

We're coming, we're coming

We're already legends

We're already legends

We're already legends

We're just young, we're just young

Quinn, Santana, and Brittany were doing fantastic as well, but my eyes were glued to Kurt. He wore a dazzling smile and his muscles bulged just right as he helped lift some of the other Cheerios and then executed a few flawless flips himself. I swear, I just about swooned watching him. During games, there was so much going on around me that I never got to just sit and absorb his routines, but this was amazing. They were pulling out all the stops and the music got even faster, changing slightly.

Look down, you're talking to your highness

Can't see me, I'm the reason for your blindness

They try this, but I'm too classy for your lines

Got my double cups up, that's the reason that I'm like this

I wondered for the millionth time how I got so lucky. This boy I pretty much despised (who am I kidding, I just wanted to do him) earlier in the year had my whole heart. He had cheered for me, on and off the field and made me feel like I deserved to be loved even when I felt like I didn't have anyone else. Today, I got to be his cheerleader and it felt amazing.

The Cheerios finished with a flourish in the form of confetti cannons blasting across the stadium and applause like thunder. They hurried off stage as another team set up, visibly nervous after McKinleys display. I yelled loudly for them, hoping that Kurt could hear me. Margot clapped like a good sport and Lewis looked up at me in awe, his eyes wide.

"Wow, that was amazing! They are going to win!"

"I think so too." I said with a grin.

...

Finn:

We stood in the main area where all the families of the competitors were gathered, waiting on Kurt. Apparently Sue has to "debrief" them like they were in the military or something and I thought that Blaine was going to jump out of his skin. He was bouncing around with a wild energy, juggling the bouquet of flowers around nervously. He looked like I felt after drinking energy drinks all night during our Call of Duty tourneys. Rachel patted his arm gently, causing him to jump a little. "He'll be out soon, Blaine. Stay calm." She brushed her long hair back and it looked so soft that I wanted to touch it. She was so pretty. Blaine rolled his eyes as he waved at that lady and her son he had made friends with during the competition.

"I am calm. Didn't you know my name is Blaine Calm Anderson?" I laughed at the joke, but he looked so serious that I wasn't so sure he was joking. Just as I was about to apologize, a squeal sounded behind me and Kurt flew into Blaine's arms. Blaine laughed and spun him around, hugging him tightly.

"We did it! National champs!" Blaine rocked back and forth, still clutching Kurt as he kissed him all over his face. "You are such a freaking star, Kurt! I couldn't keep my eyes off of you!" As weird as I would have thought it would be to see two dudes like that, it just warmed my heart and made me so happy for Kurt. I could tell they really cared about each other. I felt a warm tug on my arm and glanced down to see Rachel resting her head on my shoulder and smiling at the two of them.

"They are pretty cute, huh?"

I nodded. "So are we."

She grinned up at me. "Yeah, so are we."

...

Kurt:

The rest of the day flew by in an exhilarating blur. After I went back to our room to change and put the beautiful flowers Blaine gave me in some water, we met up with Finn and Rachel, Quinn, Brittany, and Santana and headed into the park. Since we had an odd number of people, we all took turns pairing off with Quinn since she was the only person here without a partner. Blaine pouted when it was my turn to sit with Quinn on one of the roller coasters even though we had sat together on every other ride and held hands the whole day.

"It's not fair."

"Blaine, remember the talk we had about how ridiculous you are sometimes?"

"Remember when you said you were my boyfriend and not Quinn's?"

I sighed. Someone was being obstinate.

"It's one ride, Blaine." I said, patting his arm. He wouldn't look at me, sticking his lip out in a way I found way cuter than I ought to have. "We can go on the teacups together again after this and take more cute pictures if you want." He chewed on his lip in thought.

"Just me and you?"

"Just me and you." I patted his back and went to go sit beside Quinn. She watched Blaine sulking as he slid in beside a German man who immediately tried to strike up a conversation in broken English. He would be fine.

"You know," she said as people filled the seats of the ride, "If you wanted to ride with Blaine, I would be fine by myself. I'm a big girl."

I smiled and threw an arm around her shoulders, ignoring the jealous glare from my boyfriend. He was so silly sometimes. "I know. But you're also my friend and he will be fine by himself on one ride."

She chuckled softly and pushed her hair behind her ear. "You guys are really cute. I always thought you would be a cute couple, but Mercedes said not to even broach the subject or you would probably claw my eyes out."

"Yes, yes, we realize how absurd we were being earlier this year. Thankfully, we got our act together and we couldn't be happier."

She smiled as the last call for the ride was made. "Well, at least you have this year and summer and senior year to be together, right?"

I froze. "What?"

"You have lots of time to be together before you graduate. You're planning on going to NYADA with Rachel, right? I'm not saying he couldn't get in, but he doesn't seem like it's his dream to go there." She watched my face fall and pursed her lips. "Oh, no. I'm sorry, Kurt! I didn't mean it in a bad way... I guess not having a boyfriend puts things in a different perspective to me. Have you even talked about what will happen after graduation?" I opened my mouth, (to say what, I have no idea) but she held up a hand. "It's not my business. I shouldn't have said anything, sorry. I was just thinking out loud I guess."

My shoulders slumped a little, along with my mood. "It's okay. I know you didn't mean anything by it. It's a legitimate question." Quinn smiled with a brightness I could tell she didn't feel and grasped my hand. I could feel Blaine's curious eyes on the back of my neck, but I didn't look at him. Not until I got my thoughts together.

"Look, let's forget about it for now. We're at Disney, National Champions again, and hanging out with a great group! And Rachel!" I grinned at her attempt at humor.

"Leave her alone. She's been decent so far." She tilted her head slightly in agreement and looked me in the eyes, her expression growing more serious.

"Kurt, don't let this relationship get you down. You are meant to be a star and you can't build your life around another person, no matter how much you love him. If it's meant to be, it will happen. You could find each other again after college? Who knows?"

I let go of a deep breath and forced a smile on my face. "You're right. Let's focus on where we are right now."

Once we all got off the ride, I felt a hand on my back that I would know anywhere. "Is everything okay, baby?"

I smiled weakly, trying not to think about the conversation with Quinn. "Yeah, just got a little woozy on that last ride."

His beautiful hazel eyes swept over me in an appraising way as if he could see I was lying. "Well, if you want to head back to the room, we don't have to do any more rides. You could take a nap before dinner. I need to call and check in with mom anyway."

I shook my head, not wanting to break down crying. "No, let's go do the teacups first. I promised." We started walking that way with Brittany and Santana who were holding hands together. Finn, Rachel, and Quinn were going to look at some shops and meet us for dinner. Blaine wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed my cheek, then down behind my ear. "Seriously Kurt, if you don't feel well we don't have to."

"I'm fine, Blaine."

He raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything else. I tried to push the conversation from my mind for the rest of the day and I did actually have fun. We all got ready and had dinner together, asking the server to take a picture of us. I was pretty tired by the time we got back to our room after such a long day. I collapsed onto the soft bed with an oof as Blaine stepped out of his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt. I watched his fingers work each button, revealing the tan skin of his chest, abs, and nicely defined hips that made a perfect v shape. My mouth dried a bit at the light dusting of hair across his chest and down his happy trail that teased into the waistband of his underwear, peeking up over his jeans. I heard a little laugh and realized he was watching me watching him.

"What?" I wondered when Blaine would stop making me blush with just a look. "Can't I ogle my hot boyfriend?" I tried for teasing, but my voice quavered with a weird mixture of emotions. He grinned, showing off his nice teeth and shed his shirt. "Ogle away, my love." He said, spreading his arms and spinning slowly. I giggled and slow-clapped as he made a full circle. He dropped his arms and crawled up the bed to where I was propped up on my elbow. He mirrored me, a curl spilling down onto his forehead. He really was beautiful. I brushed it back into place.

"Are you going to tell me what's been bothering you?" My eyes widened in faux innocence, but I knew he wasn't fooled. His eyes searched mine, like he would find an answer there.

"Come on, Kurt. Can't bullshit a bullshitter. Did Santana say something? I was just kidding about wanting to blow you on that ride. Well, mostly kidding. I never would push you though..." He trailed off, a worried frown on his face. I took a deep breath, aware that I wouldn't like the answer to the question I was about to ask.

"What's going to happen to us?"

Blaine stared at me blankly for a few beats, blinking in confusion. "Um, do you mean like, tomorrow or in the grand scheme of things? I'm not really big on philosophy, but there are several schools of thought-"

"No," I interrupted, not wanting him to go off on a tangent. I was privy to his numerous Harry Potter fan theories. "I meant, what will happen to me and you? Like, after graduation?"

Both eyebrows went up in understanding and he glanced off to the side. "That's easy. We will go to college." He looked back at my eyes as if that explained everything. I shrugged.

"So what does that mean? Will we break up? Will we do long distance? Can we do long distance? What if you get bored of me or I get busy and then we have a horrible breakup? Because I don't think I could handle losing you completely. I might be able to stomach you being with someone else if you were happy, but if you weren't even speaking to me? I can't handle that, Blaine. I can't!"

He had pulled me into his warm chest before I knew what was happening. Also, I realized I was crying. Great. I've definitely ruined the mood on the only night we had a hotel room together. Blaine was making soothing noises and rubbing my back.

"Hey, let's just calm down for a second. You've really been thinking about this, huh?" I nodded, my face rubbing tears (and snot, to my disgust) into his skin. He rocked us back and forth, his arms circling around me in a comforting, tight squeeze. We stayed like that until I got control of myself and pulled back.

"Okay, first of all, as long as you want me, I'm yours." Blaine stated quietly as he handed me a tissue from the table side dispenser. "If that means long distance, that's fine. Also, it doesn't matter if you want to break up, I'm never saying goodbye to you." His smile was like a sudden burst of sunshine on a rainy day. I wiped my face off, sure that I was blotchy and swollen. "I'm always going to be there for you, boyfriend or not. I couldn't leave you alone when I hated you so what makes you think I could do it now that I know how much I love you?"

I had fresh tears pouring now due to the sweet words. He handed me another tissue. "So, you would do long distance?" I asked with a watery voice.

"For you, of course. But who says we would have to do long distance?" He was smiling gently at me, still rubbing my arms. Puzzled, I searched his face.

"I want to go to NYADA. You can't just go to New York for me! That wouldn't be fair to you and you might resent me one day..."

Blaine pulled me into a sweet kiss, effectively silencing me and comforting me at the same time. "No, I don't want to go to NYADA. In fact, I haven't quite decided what I want to do. Dad had suggested I might consider law. There's a lot of choices there, like NYU, Harvard..." he shrugged his shoulders as if the idea bored him. "Then there is football scholarships to consider. I would have less say in that, but the option is there. I've also considered teaching as well and that would be very easy to do in New York, as long as I got in somewhere."

A feeling a lot like hope began to unfurl in my chest. I still held myself back, not wanting to get my hopes up too high. "So, you want to live in New York?"

He nodded, as if he had given it lots of thought. "Permanently? Sure. I honestly don't care where we end up as long as it's somewhere more accepting. But even if I ended up in California for school, it's just a few years. Not forever." My face fell at the thought of Blaine in California while I was in New York. That would really suck. I felt gentle fingers lifting up my chin. I don't think I could remember a time when Blaine had looked this serious or unguarded, his eyes showing only sincerity. He must have understood how upset I was.

"Kurt, what I want with you isn't just until high school is over. I want you, plain and simple. No matter what anyone else thinks, I won't get bored of you and toss you aside." I winced at my words being thrown back in my face. His eyes softened again, his fingers tracing my jawline lovingly. "I know what I want and it's Mr. Kurt fucking Hummel." We both laughed as he placed a soft kiss on my cheek. He slapped his thighs and scooted a little closer to me on the bed. "How about we decide right here and now that we won't worry about school before we know where we are getting in? I have several applications to fill out and I haven't heard from any scouts yet, so let's focus on just being us for now. Then, when we know more about school, we can decide what to do. Sound good?" I sniffed and nodded, allowing him to pull me up off the bed into another warm embrace. We swayed together, just holding each other for awhile before I felt my nose start to dry out.

"Ugh," I said, swiping at my face. "I feel gross. I think I'm going to go shower." Blaine kissed my nose sweetly, as if I hadn't just blubbered all over him. I made a noise of disgust, pushing him away gently. "Blaine, no! I have shit all over my face!" He looked at me like I was crazy and got close to my face.

"I don't see shit. I think I would have noticed that."

"Shut up," I said, shoving at him again. "You know what I mean." Before I could stop him, he had my face in his hands and he was kissing and licking me all over my cheeks, nose, and forehead. I flailed helplessly, trying to get him off of me, but his grip was too strong. "Blaine! Ugh! Cut it out! You're worse than a puppy!" I yelled sternly, but my laughter betrayed me.

"Never! You need kisses. Fight me, Hummel." He continued until we were both breathless from laughter. His kisses slowed down, until he landed on my mouth once more. This kiss started off light and silly like the others, but something about the way he was looking at me changed the atmosphere. The kiss lasted longer and longer, our mouths moving in sync together deliciously. My eyes drifted closed and I found myself pulling Blaine even closer to me. He seemed surprised at first, then kissed me back passionately until we were both panting into each other's space. I drew back slowly, letting my desire for him show on my face. A look of pure lust flashed across his face, his eyes darkening as I started to take off my clothes.

"About that shower..." He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"I'll be waiting for you when you're done."

"I thought maybe you might want to join me?" I let my erection brush against his leg so he would understand better. He smiled, quickly undoing his belt and pushing his jeans and underwear down.

"Hell yes."

...

Blaine:

I meant everything I said. I wanted Kurt. If that meant that I would have to do a lot of Skype sessions, phone calls, and emails, I would do it. I knew we could do it. Of course I had already thought this all through. I honestly thought Kurt would have as well, but I guess it just hit him today. I couldn't wait to prove everyone wrong about me and show them that I was in this for the long run.

All of these thoughts left my brain completely as Kurt shoved me against the glass tiles of the shower and devoured my neck. I moaned as he kissed his way back up to my mouth, taking his time tasting every inch. His hands were woven into my hair so that my face tilted up towards his. I let him have control of the kiss, just enjoying the feeling of him kissing me so thoroughly. I had never really minded kissing, but it was pretty much always a means to an end. It was nice and fun, but it wasn't the main event. Kissing Kurt had never been like that for me. Ever since that first unexpected kiss, it had become this whole new experience. I felt so comfortable and exhilarated at the same time. It made me shake and feel like my bones had turned to jelly and want to climb a mountain all at once.

The warm water poured between us, making our bodies slickly slide against each other. I felt Kurt's mouth pull away and I opened my eyes lazily to see his perfect blues staring at me like a child would stare at an ice cream sundae. His cheeks were pink and his lips were swollen from kissing me with such ferocity. His hair had gotten soaked so that it flattened against head and drip down his smooth face and bead up in droplets on his long eyelashes. Beautiful was all I could think as I studied him.

"What?" He breathed. His eyes were searching mine and his fingers were teasing the hair on the nape of my neck. I cleared my throat.

"I said you're beautiful." He smiled and brushed his lips against mine again.

"I was just thinking that about you myself." He laughed into my mouth as he kissed me again, slower this time and I kissed him back enthusiastically. I began to slide my hand between us to our hard lengths and wrapped my hand around them both, stroking quickly. Kurt pulled my hair tighter and thrust into my hand, the water making our bodies slide easier. His eyes were closed as he tilted his head back, pleasure all over his face. I kissed his exposed neck, my teeth scraping his Adams's apple and then down to his chest. I pumped my hand faster and he moaned. Suddenly, he was clutching my shoulders tightly, nails digging into my flesh as he grunted in the most sexy way possible. His body tensed as his warm come spread over my hand. I stroked him through it until he pulled away when it was getting to be too much. Cupping a hand behind my neck, he pulled me into another bruising kiss before shutting off the now lukewarm water.

"What? Aren't we going to finish our shower?" I asked, puzzled. My voice was slightly uneven. He bit his lip before looking down at my dick that was still painfully hard.

"We can shower again in a little while. I plan on getting sweaty all over again." I grinned as I caught his meaning and allowed my boyfriend to pull me back to the bed. He pushed me down and crawled up the bed and then hovered over me. Then he was kissing down my chest and stomach, leaving a hot trail.

"I want you," he said in between kisses. His voice came out a little husky and it was the hottest thing ever. I have no idea where all my confidence went in that moment because all I managed to squeak out was, "Okay." He kept kissing and sucking small places all over me, my collarbone, my shoulder, my nipples, then lower until his lips ghosted my dick. I resisted the urge to shove his pretty mouth down, forcing him to take it all. I wanted him to have control this time. "I want you so much, Blaine." I could only moan as he slowly sunk down, swirling his tongue around the tip, then sucking like it was his job. I pulled hard at my own hair and tried to lie still.

"Yes baby, just like that. Kurt... oh, Kurt. Suck me." I heard myself babbling and making the filthiest moans as he continued to blow me. Then, his lovely mouth was gone and I groaned in disappointment. "Baby, I was so freaking close..."

He kissed my nose and smiled down at me. "Sorry, but I wanted to try something..." He had lost the lust-born heat in his eyes and was now looking down shyly. It was as if he hadn't been sucking my cock a minute ago. I was always so awestruck at how he could go from supreme confidence to blushing virgin just like that. I took the hand he was tracing random shapes into my thigh with and kissed his wrist softly.

"You can ask me anything. I promise I won't laugh." I was secretly excited at all the kinky shit I imagined he would be into. We didn't really have any toys with us, but I was willing to make do. When he spoke, it came out in a rushed whisper.

"I wanna top." He wasn't looking at me, but down at his hands.

"Oh, fuck yes!" His head whipped up so fast that I laughed. He glared.

"You said you wouldn't laugh!"

"I wasn't laughing at your request, but you just looked so shocked. What, did you think I'd never bottomed before?" He shrugged and I thought back to our previous conversations. "Babe, awhile ago you said you wanted to and I told you I wanted to."

He shrugged again, but he was smiling. "I thought you were joking. You just made it seem like you didn't want to when you were talking before..."

I remembered the talk we had about it. I sat up a little and grabbed his hands, waiting until I caught his eyes to reassure him. "Kurt, I want to. I would love for nothing more than for you to give me a concussion from banging me into the head board. Please." He smiled again and slowly pushed me back. This kiss was different from before. It wasn't desperate, but sweet and loving. He pulled back and hopped off the bed to dig through his bag. I took that moment to enjoy the view of his ass as he bent over to retrieve our lube and a condom. Once he returned, he was kissing me down my body again and then throwing my legs up onto his shoulders. I was breathing deeply and staring into his eyes as he started to finger me. I always loved this part. You had to take your time and really prep the other person and it was just as intimate. When Kurt and I started having sex, I learned to enjoy it even more because I was hopelessly in love with this boy. Kurt watched me, licking his lips as I moaned and bucked and sweated and threw an arm over my face as I fucked myself down onto his fingers. I could tell he was enjoying this just as much as I was as he added two and then three fingers. I waited as long I could before I just couldn't take it anymore.

"Kurt, baby, please. I'm good."

"Are you?" His eyes glinted wickedly as he started fingering me faster, ignoring my prostate like a jerk. "What do you want?"

I groaned again and bit my arm to try to stifle some of the noise. I was not getting a call from the hotel to be quiet. That shit is embarrassing. "I'm ready for you to fuck me, please. I know you want to." He grinned again and withdrew his fingers slowly. I hissed as he went to roll on the condom and stroke on some lube. We were both panting as I eyed him heatedly. "How do you want me? Like this or on all fours?" He moaned and bit his lip as he pulled my legs around his lithe waist. He was coated with a thin sheen of sweat.

"Just like this." He whispered the words against my lips as he lined the tip up with my entrance. "I want to see you." I grasped his biceps as he pushed in slowly, pausing for me to adjust until he was filling me completely. We both moaned in ecstasy and I got even more turned on at the look on Kurt's face. His eyes were closed and his lower lip was trapped in between his teeth as he tried to be patient. After relaxing my grip, I started rubbing Kurt's arms. I noticed he was trying really hard not to move and a bead of sweat skimmed down from his forehead to drip off of his nose. I pulled him down to kiss him breathless and said to move. He started off slowly as if I would shatter if he moved too fast.

"Kurt, my love."

"Yes?" He panted. He was still leaning over me from when we kissed. His arms bracketed my head as my hands roamed freely all over his toned back, arms, and then down to his hips.

"I am not going to break. You can go faster."

Worry creased a line in between his eyes that I tried to flatten with my thumb. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I promise you won't. If it hurts, I swear I'll say something." His tongue darted out quickly to wet his lips and he pushed his unruly hair back out of his eyes. I sat up enough to where I was a breath away from his ear. I bit his lobe gently and then soothed it with a lick as he shivered. "Go ahead, fuck me as hard as you want." I whispered seductively. For a second his eyes glinted and the next thing I knew, I was being shoved back down and he started pounding into me. I scratched along his back as I tried to get leverage as his hips snapped hard against me.

"God, yes! Like that!" He moaned as I continued to whisper dirty encouragement in his ear. I thrust up to meet him, working our hips together. He shifted slightly and I swear I saw stars. I felt it coming on fast as he snapped his hips into me over and over again. He had one arm clutching onto the headboard and the other curled under my shoulder. I moved with him, our skin slapping together until I couldn't hold off anymore and came so hard and long that I thought I died. Kurt wasn't far behind me as his thrusts became more erratic and he finally tensed, coming with a shout and then falling into a sweaty heap beside me.

"That was..." I said in between breaths. "That was amazing! You're definitely topping more."

Kurt laughed as he peeled off the condom and tossed it in the trash can. He handed me a tissue to clean up with. "I could definitely be persuaded to do that again." He snuggled up beside me, wrapping an arm around my chest and I kissed his hair. We lay like that as we both calmed down, arms around each other and exchanging the occasional sweet kiss. It was quiet for a few minutes, both of us in our own thoughts. "This has been the most amazing trip." Kurt whispered into the darkness. I agreed as he wound one of my curls around his finger. "Have you had fun, Blaine?"

I nodded. "Definitely. Best trip ever." He sighed happily as the curl sprung free. "Someone was getting married here yesterday. Did you see?"

"Yeah. It looked pretty." I shrugged.

"I think it's a really cool idea. I mean, you have your ceremony and honeymoon all rolled into one..." I said hopefully.

"Blaine."

"Yeah?" He was eyeing me steadily. I gulped.

"We are not talking about getting married right now." I held up my hands in mock surrender. He just shook his head, but he was smiling.

"Babe, I'm just saying it's a cool idea. I said nothing about getting married."

"Good because I didn't hear a proposal. If you want to get all up on this," he said in a terrible impression of me from our first date. "I must be wooed." We both laughed as I pinched his side.

"I'm pretty sure I did, 'get all up on that' a few minutes ago."

He kissed my head as his eyelids dropped. "Yeah, yeah. Let's get some sleep."

I hugged him impossibly closer to me and kissed his temple. "I love you."

"Love you, too."

...

Karofsky:

"Dave!"

I jerked my head towards the guy who had yelled my name, my heart racing a little bit. Who knew me here? Which one of my friends would even admit to being here? I saw a middle aged guy with a mustache hug another guy in a Hawaiian shirt. I let out a relived sigh and took another gulp of my now lukewarm beer. Scandals was pretty crowded for a Sunday night, but I figured it was a good time to try stepping out of my comfort zone a little bit.

"Just take baby steps!" Kurt had assured me as we spoke on the phone Thursday night before he left for his competition. Blaine had been there in the background, offering the occasional advice or sarcastic comment. He hadn't been as friendly as Kurt, but that was to be expected I guess. At least he wasn't trying to pick fights with me or out me. I suppose there was that. I had called them for advice. I wasn't ready to go to Pride or anything, but I felt like I wanted to get out there a little bit. Take a baby step, as Kurt said. Blaine had suggested going to Scandals, but I wasn't so sure.

"But what if someone recognizes me? And then they tell everyone? I'm not really ready for that." I chewed on my nail until it started bleeding.

"You don't have to go, Dave. I can't promise something like that won't happen, but I doubt anyone from school would be caught dead in a gay bar." Kurt said gently.

"Yeah, most guys are there to hook up," Blaine added. "They aren't there to out anybody. I think you should go, get a drink, just enjoy the atmosphere, and try to relax. You don't have to talk to anyone if you don't want to. But I do know for a fact there are some hot guys that you would definitely want to talk to, if you get my drift. There's this one guy named Eli who has an amazing-" I heard a shuffling sound and then Blaine yelp.

"Blaine! He shouldn't be throwing himself around like he doesn't matter! Dave, don't do anything you don't want to. There is absolutely no rush." I smiled as Blaine muttered something about Kurt's jealousy issues.

"Thanks for the advice guys. Seriously, it's really is nice especially since-"

"Don't worry about it. We told you all was forgiven. We just want to help you." Kurt interrupted.

"Well, I'm going to let you go. I need to think about it."

"Okay, just be careful if you do go. Don't drink anything that doesn't come straight from the bartender and call someone if you need a ride!" Kurt chirped.

"I will," I said. "You guys have fun at Disney."

"We will. Bye, Dave. Now Blaine, we need to talk about these, 'hot guys?'" I heard Blaine groan in the background before the line clicked off. I chuckled at the ass chewing that he was probably getting at the moment.

I had chickened out on coming here Friday and Saturday, but I finally gathered enough courage to try tonight. It was actually kind of nice being around other people who wouldn't threaten to beat the shit out of me for staring too long. Another guy had joined the first two and they were sitting at a table laughing about something. Maybe Kurt, Blaine and I could all come here together sometime. It might be a little safer.

"See something you like, Yogi?"

I turned at the familiar voice. Sebastian was lounging on a barstool a few down from mine and nursing a beer himself. How did he make slouching look so cool? Like he didn't have a care in the whole world. I cleared my throat and tried to seem nonchalant. "Yogi? Because I'm a bear, right?" His eyes gleamed a little and a smile quirked the corner of his mouth. He tilted his bottle towards me.

"Ah, you're learning the lingo. You've been googling." I smiled a little, watching how his lips wrapped around the bottle.

"I wouldn't have picked you for a beer drinker." He smirked, but I could see a flicker of irritation.

"Too snobby? I guess I'm not as pretentious when I'm not trying to steal people's boyfriends." He said, slightly bitter. I scooted down to the next barstool so we would be closer. He eyed me suspiciously, like I was going to just attack him for no reason.

"You don't have to be that way, you know. You could actually date someone who is available." Sebastian snorted uncharacteristically. He still made it seem elegant somehow. It's like he couldn't do anything without a gracefulness. His eyes were fixed on the brown glass in his hands, a faraway look in them as if he was contemplating his whole life.

"I don't date. It's easier that way. I thought I had changed my mind about that, but it seems like I was right all along. Relationships aren't worth it." He said the last part quietly. I couldn't help it; I laughed. He snapped his eyes up at me, glaring and clutching his bottle neck tighter than he probably should have. "What's so damn funny?" I leaned in and his gaze flickered momentarily. I thought he had glanced down at my lips, but I wasn't sure if it was just wishful thinking on my part or not. I couldn't deny that I was attracted to him. Every time we talked, I felt this electricity crackle between us. It made sense that I had a bit of a thing for Kurt before. Apparently, I had a type: sassy, slim, and overconfident with brunettes.

"I wasn't laughing at you, really. Just... you didn't really try a relationship. You wanted someone who was with another guy. And from what I understand, it wasn't for a 'relationship' either. You can't claim relationships aren't worth it when you haven't actually tried one." His expression was blank, but I could tell he was listening. He smirked again, shaking his head.

"How would you know anything about relationships? You aren't even out of the closet. You can't give me advice when you don't know what the hell you are talking about. Nice try, dummy." I shrugged as I took another sip.

"I may not have ever dated a guy, but I know what it's like to want something so badly but feel like it's hopeless. And yes, I may not be out yet, but I'm trying. That's why I'm here tonight." Sebastian stared at me so long without speaking that I assumed the conversation was over. Just as I was about to move away, he stopped me with a hand on my arm. I felt my heart beat faster at the touch. I wondered if he felt something too. He shook his head, but smiled and slowly drew his hand away.

"Maybe..." He paused and scanned my face and body in such a way that I felt very self conscious. "Maybe you just need the right teacher. Someone to show you the ropes?" I swallowed and decided that if I didn't at least try, I would regret it. I stood, swigged the last of my beer, and leaned in to him very close. I heard his breath hitch, but he remained very still besides his quick eyes following my movements.

"Maybe you should give it a try. Who knows, we could try this whole relationship thing and see if we are really as hopeless as we think?" I kissed his cheek, not really sure if it was the beer or adrenaline making me so bold. I headed outside to my car nervously and my heart sank when he didn't follow me. Oh well. At least I tried. I sighed as I unlocked my car door, intending to rest for a few minutes before driving. I had only one beer so I wasn't even buzzed, but I thought it would be smart to wait. I had just closed my eyes when a sharp rap on my window made me jump. I looked up to see Sebastian scowling at me through the glass, rubbing his arms.

"Will you let me in! It's fucking cold!" I unlocked the passenger door quickly as he slid in, teeth chattering. I turned up the heat as he continued to frown and rub his skinny arms. "What did you have in mind, dummy?" When I glanced over, he had the smallest hint of a smile on his face. I returned the smile and turned the radio on so that soft music played in the background.

"Let's start with reintroducing ourselves. Hi, I'm Dave Karofsky. I have a temper, I love football, and I am gay." I held my hand out to him and he eyed it with disdain for a moment before shrugging and folding his hand into mine.

"Sebastian Smythe. I also have a temper, football is stupid, and I am also gay. There. Now what?"

"Favorite color?" I laughed at his eye roll.

"God, this is going to be a long date."

"This is a date?" I felt my heart skip a beat as he made an obvious face.

"Consider it a get-to-know-you date." He tried to hide his smile, but his eyes gave him away.

"I will."

...

Songs used/mentioned:

Call it What You Want and King of my Heart- Taylor Swift

Salt Shaker- Yin Yang Twins

Legends- Kerli

Sandstorm- Apashe