Still haven't seen New York. I'm putting this in every authors note because I know if I don't, someone will assume I have seen it and prompt something to do with the episode. Trust me, when I have seen it there will be much flailing. From the unfortunate spoilers I've heard, I know there's apparently going to be at least one flail-worthy thing in there. DON'T tell me what it is, okay?

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This isn't edited, unfortunately, and I think it needed to be :/ Angela went out of town, she's road tripping it up while I spent three hours today walking around town - in ankle boots nonetheless - trying to find a job. Now my feet want to fall off and I'm still unemployed. Back to original topic. So Angela didn't have time to edit before she left and that means tomorrow night and possibly the next night's chapters will be unedited too. Hopefully it isn't too horrid.

New crackfic coming up soon as well as the second chapter of FOIDH, which is written but I figured you guys get Kiss every night so you might as well wait on something! If you haven't read it, feel free to go and check it out if Facebook based stories are your cup of tea. If they're not... well, don't check it out. Cool beans :)

From a very long string of prompts by A very gleeky witch: Set between Sexy and Original Songs. David and Wes get sneaky, make a kissing booth and get Kurt or Blaine to do the dirtxy[sic] work, feigning innocence when they force the other part of Klaine to, "help raise money for the bus to Regionals".

This is all the more awesome because my Warblers are always rich. Rich enough that they could hire a private helicopter for every member of their group if they wanted to. So having poor Warblers is a change and a half... even if they're not really poor. Cause they're not. Not really. I'll stop talking now.

Fundraising

"Kurt, Blaine, we need you guys to help us out with something."

Blaine cringed, knowing that voice. He went to run away but Kurt grabbed his arm, turning to face the two boys coming towards them.

"Wes, David. What can we do for you?"

"Well, you see, Kurt, we've got a bit of a problem, don't we David?"

"Yes, we do, Wes. Would you like to tell them about it?"

"You guys are worse than the Weasley twins! Just tell us." Blaine rolled his eyes at his friends antics.

"We can't afford to pay for the bus to Regionals."

Blaine was shocked into silence, which allowed Kurt to chime in. "Wow. I wouldn't have expected that of Dalton, but I know how it feels. McKinley always has to do fundraisers to get the money together. Did I tell you about their last one?"

"Yes, you did, and that's where we got our idea from." David smirked, holding up a hand to stop Blaine who had finally found his words. "Our sister school is visiting this weekend for the day and we usually put on some events for them. We were thinking this year of holding a kissing booth, rotating a few Warblers through it, and we wanted to get you guys to help us out with it."

Blaine snapped. "So, do tell me, Wesley, why have you come to the two most openly gay guys in Dalton and asked them to help?" He felt Kurt's hand on his arm, squeezing it reassuringly as he stared at the other two boys.

"That is a very good question, actually. Why us?"

Wes and David glanced at each other, both looking uncomfortable. "Well," Wes finally said, "I say this in the straightest way possible.. but you're the two best looking guys at this school."

Blaine blinked. He hadn't been expecting that. Glancing across to Kurt he saw the younger boy in the same state of confusion. I mean, Kurt's beautiful yes, but me?

Apparently Kurt was mirroring his thoughts as he blurted out, "Me? I mean, Blaine's gorgeous but -" He stopped, eyes growing wide as he realize what he had said.

Blaine glared at Wes and David and they quickly left. He turned to Kurt who was looking at the ground, blushing. "Hey, look at me. It's okay." Kurt looked up and Blaine smiled. "I take it as a compliment, and you're pretty good looking yourself too."

Kurt's blush doubled in intensity and he scuffed a shoe across the ground - something Blaine found highly endearing. He took Kurt's hand. "Come on, we'd better go tell Wes and David that we're doing this - are you okay with it?"

"If it's for Regionals, yes. I can handle kissing a few girls."

"How many girls are there?" Kurt stared wide-eyed at the buses pulling up, stuffed full of excited looking girls.

"I don't know. I didn't expect this either." Blaine swallowed nervously from beside the kissing booth. He and Kurt were both rostered on for later in the day so they were just chatting to Nick for the time being who was also eyeing up the hundreds of girls piling into Dalton. Except the look on his face was pure bliss.

"They're stunners, guys! This is going to be awesome!"

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other and rolled their eyes simultaneously before smiling. "Shall we find something else to do until it's our turn?" Kurt asked.

"Definitely. I just need to stay away from the girls completely, because of that stupid bet Thad has going." Blaine rolled his eyes as he thought of the bet that the Head Warbler had thought it would be funny to implement - seeing how many phone numbers Blaine would end up picking up by the end of the day. He wasn't meant to know about it, of course, but David hadn't quite mastered the act of keeping his mouth shut.

Blaine looked at Kurt who was suddenly looking sheepish. "You bet on it, didn't you!"

"I was going to tell you. Everyone else did bets under 50 so I thought you should go out of your way to see how many numbers you can get so I can win. I'll take you out for coffee after?"

Blaine was about to say no until Kurt looked at him, almost pleading with his eyes. "Okay, but you have to come with me. What did you bet, by the way?"

"Oh, 140. But that shouldn't be a problem, there's lots of girls here. Look, here come some of them now!" Kurt was ignoring the glare Blaine was sending his way as the girls stopped in front of him.

"Um... here." The girl in the front quickly pushed a slip of paper into his hand, giggling as she turned to the rest of them who followed suit before running away laughing.

Blaine stared at them, dumbfounded before he felt the pieces of paper being pulled out of his hand. "Great, that's seven already. You're good at this."

"Good at what, exactly? And why didn't any of them give their number to you?"

Kurt sighed. "Because I scream 'gay!', Blaine. You, however, could go either way and the girls want to take advantage of that just in case you play for their team."

Blaine groaned. It was going to be a long day.

Two hours and 124 girls later, Blaine collapsed onto a bench near the kissing booth. Kurt sat down next to him, emptying the pieces of paper out of his pockets and putting them into Blaine's bag. "I think I won!" he said happily.

"If I weren't completely gay, that just turned me." Blaine groaned, looking at the pile of paper in his bag. "What am I meant to do with these?"

Kurt shrugged. "I'm sure Nick and Thad would appreciate them. If not, Puck's always desperate, he can have them."

"And that wasn't even the worst of it! Now we have to do that kissing booth."

"I'm sure it'll be fine. I mean, you've kissed Rachel, I've kissed Brittany. We can handle it." As if on cue, a dazed looking Jeff left the booth, coming over to them.

"Man, you guys are missing out, being gay and all. That's one hell of an experience!" He wandered off, leaving Kurt and Blaine looking at one another apprehensively.

"Right, I guess I'm up then." Kurt stood up and slipped behind the booth, turning back to continue talking to Blaine while he waited. He didn't have to wait long though, as a group of girls arrived almost instantly, putting their money on the counter eagerly. Kurt glanced at Blaine who was looking amused before sighing and leaning in to kiss the first girl.

Blaine frowned. What? But there it was again, when he kissed the next girl it felt like a pinprick in his heart. Is that... jealousy? Sure enough, every time Kurt kissed a girl over the next hour, Blaine felt more and more jealous. Blaine, they're girls for crying out loud! Just because you haven't gotten your act into gear and told Kurt how you feel doesn't mean he can't kiss other people. He briefly entertained the idea of going to Kurt and kissing him then, but refrained, knowing Kurt had enough to deal with anyway.

Finally, after three more girls had walked away giggling, Kurt flipped the sign and all but ran out of the booth, collapsing next to Blaine. "That was horrible!" he exclaimed. "I don't even know how many -"

"84. So much for screaming gay, huh?"

Kurt blinked. "Wow. I should tell Puck about that, he'd be so proud." He smirked, nudging Blaine. "Alright, Casanova, you're up."

Blaine groaned, hauling himself to his feet. "This is going to be torture."

And it was. Half an hour in, Blaine knew he had already kissed over a hundred girls. Kurt had gone to get him a drink which he desperately needed. He saw him coming back as he kissed the last girl in his line - who tasted like heavily applied strawberry lipgloss, gross - and smiled gratefully. "Thank you so much," he said as Kurt put the bottle on the booth, appearing to hesitate for a second before putting a dollar note down too.

Blaine looked at the money, confused. "I said you could give him the change."

"This isn't change."

Blaine stared at the note for another second, then looked up to see Kurt looking nervous but determined. Still, he had to check. "Are you sure about this?"

"Blaine, if us kissing means we'll get to Regionals, I will happily do it." For a second, Blaine felt the sting of rejection, then he realized what Kurt was really saying.

"Take one for the team, right?" Blaine smirked, unable to keep it from turning into a full-out grin.

"Absolutely," Kurt murmured before leaning in to kiss him.

After kissing a hundred girls and feeling nothing, Blaine's lips suddenly responded to the feeling of Kurt's as if they knew this was what he had been waiting for. Kurt didn't taste like lipgloss or lollipops or popcorn, or anything really, which was a very welcome break. But it wasn't just that, and Blaine knew he couldn't kiss another girl that afternoon - or ever - because this was too perfect to tarnish.

Kurt pulled away, leaning back over the booth with a smile on his face that Blaine couldn't help mirroring. "So," he asked, taking the money off the booth. "Worth a dollar?"

"Definitely," Kurt said, cheeks still slightly flushed.

"Well I should probably point out that we did that wrong. I was supposed to kiss you after all."

Kurt raised an eyebrow before fumbling in his pocket. He pulled out another dollar and laid it on the booth. "We can't have that now, can we?"

Blaine grinned and leant back in.

The end of the hour found both boys standing behind the booth, chatting away. Apparently a lot of the girls had seen the two boys kissing earlier and spread the word. So now, the only people coming to the booth were ones who wanted to clarify the rumor for themselves.

"Well," said Blaine, checking his watch, "I think we're good to go."

"Who's on next?" asked Kurt, looking around for a Warbler to take over.

"Um, it says Wes has the final slot." Blaine checked the piece of paper on the bottom of the booth then looked up to see an evil look in Kurt's eye. "What are you planning?"

Kurt leant in to whisper in Blaine's ear. His eyes widened when he made out what Kurt was saying and he began to laugh. "Oh, that's evil. Here he comes now."

Sure enough, Wes came wandering up to the booth, allowing a grateful Kurt and Blaine to escape. They walked behind one of the buildings, giving Wes time to settle in and get a few kisses before putting their plan into action. Walking back around, they walked up to the front of the booth, standing in front of Wes.

"Hey guys, having fun?" There was silence and Wes frowned. "What are you -"

Kurt and Blaine both slapped their hand down on the booth, each holding a one dollar note. Wes looked at their hands then the expressions on their faces and paled. "You - you guys wouldn't."

Kurt looked at Blaine smirking. "Do you want to go first?"

"I think the pleasure should be yours."

Wes cringed and shut his eyes. Blaine gave Kurt another quick look and they leant in, kissing Wes' cheeks simultaneously. He cracked open an eye, then gave a sigh of relief, still looking mildly disturbed that two guys had just kissed him.

"That's just a warning. Mess with us again and you'll get a lot worse." Blaine glared at his friend for a bit longer, then his gaze softened slightly. "Since I know full well we can afford a bus to Regionals and this was just a plot to get me and Kurt together, I think that money should go towards the winner of that little bet you guys set up. Don't you think?"

"Um, yeah. Okay. I almost forgot about that actually, have you got any yet? Because the girls are leaving soon so you'd better -"

Blaine grabbed his bag and upended it on the booth, letting all the pieces of paper float out to the astonishment of Wes. While he was distracted, Kurt leant behind the booth and grabbed the money tin.

"I think this is mine then. Just what I need to take my boyfriend out to dinner tonight. Thanks Wes!"

The two boys linked arms and walked away laughing, leaving a disturbed Wes behind.

This was the sixth story I'd written in a row so I think my mind was going a little bit hazy... And that image popped into my head of Lea and Diana kissing Chris in this way; two straight girls kissing a gay guy, why not two gay guys kissing a straight... guy. Yeah. Anyway...

So I'm tempted to keep rambling because I'm tired and lonely but none of you want to read that. So I'm shutting up. Until next chapter!