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This one comes from majorbookluver and similarly prompted (I think?) by Syaoran-Lover and ArtisanBleu: Can you do one set after Sexy where Kurt rants to Mercedes that Blane[sic] doesn't think he's sexy, so she shows Blaine either 4 minutes, push it, le jazz hot, or all of them. hmm... possibly posted to facebook? Pleeeeeeaaaaassseeeeee?
Well, only because you asked so nicely ;)
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Please tell me you're free for an emergency shopping trip - Kurt
Kurt hit SEND and waited, staring at the screen. Sure enough, a reply buzzed in a few seconds later.
Meet you there in ten white boy. Special occasion? ;) - M
Therapeutic. See you then - Kurt
Grabbing his bag, Kurt left his room and went down the stairs. "Going out for a bit, Dad." There was a muffled reply from the living room as he opened the door and made his way to his Navigator. Just as he was about to pull out of the driveway, his phone buzzed.
Mercedes better not be bailing on me, he thought as he unlocked the screen. 1 New Message: Blaine. Kurt's heart jumped into his throat as he opened the message.
Whenever you're ready to talk, I'm here. I'm sorry if I pushed things too far. - Blaine
Kurt tossed his phone next to him on the seat and focused on driving. Don't think about Blaine, don't think about the disaster, don't think...
Kurt sighed. Of course he was thinking. He hadn't stopped since Blaine had left his room an hour ago on his way home for the weekend. Kurt hadn't moved from his chair for awhile, staring into space and thinking about what a fool he'd made of himself the past few days. No matter what Blaine had said or done, Kurt had brought this on himself.
Of course you're not sexy. You never will be.
"Okay, Kurt. We've been shopping for two hours and I've never seen you buy this much stuff before. We're going to sit down and have coffee before you blow your credit card, and we're going to talk about what's got you so upset. Okay?"
Trust Mercedes. "Yes, Ma'am," Kurt replied as she steered him into Starbucks, pushing him into a seat and going to the counter to make their order. Not for the first time that day, he forced his mind away from Blaine as Mercedes sat down across from him.
"Spill."
Kurt fought for about a second, then gave in. "I made a fool of myself, 'Cedes. We did a sexy number and I screwed it up and then Blaine tried to give me lessons -"
"He what? Seriously, white boy, shouldn't you be over the moon right now? I wish I had a guy to give me sexy lessons.."
"No, Mercedes. He tried to teach me how to be sexy, facial expressions and stuff. And I totally failed, I can't believe I even tried. I reckon he's probably laughing at me now."
Kurt looked up from the table to see the mystified expression on Mercedes face. "But Kurt.. you are sexy. Why would he think you aren't?"
"Look, you're my best friend. I trust your opinion most of the time, especially when it comes to fashion - and I love those high tops on you, just saying. But... just not on this. I tried, Mercedes! I made the faces, I did the actions, I just can't."
Mercedes shook her head and gently hit him on the shoulder. "You can't try, white boy. Tell me, was Blaine sexy?" Hell yes. Kurt knew the answer was written across his face as Mercedes groaned. "Okay, dreamy face, I'll take that as a yes. So, what was he doing?"
Kurt struggled to find his words. "He - just - he was - I don't know! He just was."
"And that's the answer, Kurt. He didn't try." Mercedes smiled and took his hand. "You can't try to be sexy, you just are. You are, Kurt, when you're not trying."
Kurt shook his head and now he could feel himself choking up. "Thanks 'Cedes but I can't buy it. I - I'd better go." Grabbing his bags, he stood up and all but bolted out of the store as Mercedes tried to stop him.
If he had of looked back, he would've seen Mercedes whipping out her phone looking ready to kill.
Blaine lay on his bed idly staring at the roof, his history assignment forgotten beside him as he replayed the past few days in his head. He had pitched the sexy idea because he had wanted to win Regionals, but he also wanted to give Kurt a chance to shine. Kurt had the most amazing voice Blaine had ever heard and he wanted to see if that voice could do sexy. After all - well, Kurt was gorgeous, adorable, handsome, beautiful... Blaine shook his head and tried to focus on the matter at hand. Kurt could sing almost anything, if he could do sexy then they would kill Regionals.
And as soon as they had started their number, Blaine had smiled because Kurt's voice was sexy. He'd felt his head rush as his voice washed over him and had turned around to see - what?
Blaine sighed and threw his pillow at the roof. He couldn't understand why Kurt had put on those cringe-worthy faces, but had continued the number trying to avoid it. And then - Blaine groaned - he had tried to teach Kurt how to be sexy?
"Seriously, Blaine?" He sat up, kicking his legs over the side of the bed. "What made you think you were an expert? And now you've probably made Kurt hate you and -"
He stopped his beration of himself as his phone began to ring. Kurt? Grabbing it quickly, his heart dropped as he saw the name. Mercedes. Of course Kurt would've told her...
"Hello?"
"White boy, I'm meeting you at McKinley in two hours."
The line went dead. Blaine stared at his phone for a second before sighing. Might as well make it a quick death after all.
Blaine pulled into the familiar parking lot and saw that Mercedes' car was already there. Whipping out his phone to call her, he saw that a text had arrived from her.
Choir room.
He briefly wondered how she knew he knew where to go before remembering that was where he had met her the day he had come in to help Kurt. Grabbing his bag, he jumped out of his car and headed in, trying not to think about the fact that it was a Saturday and most schools had security. He was also trying not to think about how Mercedes had probably set up some kind of elaborate torture device for messing with her 'white boy.' And then he ended up thinking about Kurt. Of course. He turned down the corridor to the choir room and saw Mercedes waiting outside for him.
"Anderson."
Blaine just nodded, not trusting his voice.
"Follow me." Mercedes started walking away from the choir room and Blaine followed, unsure of what was happening. Did she hire some jocks to deal with me? Or perhaps she'll lock me somewhere. Or -
"Blaine." He realized that he had almost walked past the door that Mercedes had entered and quickly followed her in, looking around at the trophies.
"Is this your cheer coach's room?"
"Yeah. Of course nobody from Glee is meant to be in here but nothing's locked on weekend except the main doors - and as a performing arts student I can request entry - so we can get in. And, thanks to Kurt's sleuthing," Blaine's heart leapt at the other boys name and he tried to keep his face neutral, "we also have access to her computer." Mercedes turned to the laptop on the desk and spun it around so it was facing them, pulling up a file labelled 'Cheer Competitions - Porcelain'
"Porcelain? I thought they were the Cheerios?"
"They are." Mercedes gave him a quick look and Blaine noticed that the initial anger she had harboured in the hallway had given way to something that looked like - humor? "Porcelain is her nickname for Kurt." Before Blaine could try and work out why she had a video of Kurt in cheer competitions, Mercedes had clicked on the first video and the image jumped to the screen of a band in full swing, playing - 4 Minutes? A couple of cheerleaders danced across the screen - Blaine rolled his eyes - before a voice began singing that Blaine recognized as Mercedes. Then the cheerleaders parted and Blaine's heart caught in his throat.
Because that was Kurt. In a cheer uniform. And he looked - hot. Blaine cleared his throat nervously as Kurt walked towards the camera, the confidence shining in his eyes. And then his mouth ran dry because - wow. Kurt was a cheerleader? And that voice...
Blaine's mind was a blur as he watched the rest of the number, still staring at the screen after Kurt had danced the final steps and the crowd had finished cheering. Mercedes coughed gently to get his attention and he snapped his head towards her.
"That - that was - I -"
"Yep, that's what I thought, Anderson. Admit it, he was sexy."
Blaine nodded, still not trusting his words to make any sense. Mercedes must have taken it as a reluctance to admit the truth as she sighed. "Do I need to show you the rest of the videos?"
"Yes! I mean, no, you don't need to. I just - wow."
Because Mercedes had opened the folder again and clicked on 'Football - Single Ladies' and Blaine couldn't form a coherent thought. He simply stared because what kind of guy could move his hips like that?
Mercedes smirked and Blaine knew he was blushing. "So, you going to go tell my boy you're sorry?"
"I don't think he wants to see me right now, Mercedes - OW!"
Mercedes removed her hand from the back of his head. "You really are an idiot, Blaine Anderson. Besides, you have no choice. That's him right now."
"Mercedes?" Kurt's voice drifted down the hallway, coming towards the office and Blaine glared at Mercedes.
"We're in here, Kurt."
"We?" Kurt walked in the door, looking down at his phone and Blaine's heart leapt as he saw Kurt's hair was messy and... sexy. "You didn't say you were bringing anybody - oh."
And Blaine hated the look in Kurt's slightly red eyes and the way his face dropped when he saw Blaine, though he attempted to recover quickly. "Hi, Blaine. What are you guys doing in -" He froze.
Mercedes had stepped aside to reveal the laptop, still playing Single Ladies and Kurt went pale. Blaine immediately stepped forward and took his arm as he whispered, "Why, Mercedes?"
"Because I had a point to prove. I know you hate me now, white boy, but we'll talk later and I hope we'll be okay. Look after him, Anderson." With one last meaningful look at Blaine, Mercedes wandered out of the office, humming 4 Minutes to herself.
There was a flurry of movement and Kurt had shut the lid of the laptop, cutting off the rest of the song. He looked at Blaine defiantly for a moment before all of the fight went out of him. "Okay, you've seen it. Go ahead, laugh at me. Tell me I'll never be sexy and I shouldn't have tried. Tell me I made a fool of myself. Go on."
But Blaine couldn't move, couldn't speak, because was he serious? Did Kurt actually believe that? Blaine knew all the words in the world wouldn't convince Kurt he was wrong, so Blaine did the only thing he could. He strode across the room, lifted Kurt's chin and pressed his lips against Kurt's.
At first, Blaine was hesitant about how much passion he put into it, aware of Kurt's past experiences. But as Kurt melted into the kiss, bringing his hands to Blaine's face, he reached his hands up and tangled them in that gorgeous hair. Blaine deepened the kiss and couldn't help a slight moan escaping his lips as Kurt's hands ran down his jawline. As much as he wanted to stay there forever, Blaine knew Kurt deserved an explanation and reluctantly broke away.
"Kurt, you are so sexy. You have no idea, and I can't believe I didn't see it before. But now that I have, I could tell you a million ways you're sexy. Your eyes, your hair - especially when it's like that, your voice, everything about you. And you still manage to be beautiful and adorable and everything and, Kurt, you're just amazing and I'm so sorry I -"
He was cut off from his ramblings by the wonderful sensation of Kurt's lips against his.
When they finally broke apart, Kurt rested his forehead against Blaine's and looked him straight in the eye. "If you just said that to get some action, you've got another thing coming mister."
But the look on his face told Blaine he was just joking and Blaine allowed a teasing smile to cross his face. "Darn! I'm sprung!"
Kurt laughed that gorgeous, sexy laugh and pulled Blaine in for another kiss, before breaking it off quickly.
"I'm sorry Blaine, but we can't do this."
Blaine felt his heart drop before Kurt continued.
"We're making out in the room of my old cheer coach. This just isn't right. My house?"
Blaine just stared at him for a second before grabbing his hand and almost dragging him out the door.
Just watching a re-run of the Royal balcony kiss (written the night after the wedding, I'm not so sad as to be watching it weeks later or anything). It was too short for my liking I'm afraid but I guess as royals they need to be .. discreet. Still, a cute couple.
:)