Situations are tense in my house at the moment. So I'm losing myself in the FanFiction world and not coming back out until people stop fighting and start talking again. On a positive note, my family is watching Season 2 from the start as it replays and they're turning into fans, I can tell. I showed Mum Baby It's Cold Outside (we're not up to that episode just yet) and she loved it. She's such a shipper ;)

Pretty sure I need to do a new poll. Any ideas for me?

From Panda Slippers and similarly prompted by Mimi77 and Faeyero Potter: I couldn't help but wish Blaine was watching Kurt in the flash mob. Kurt's confident, sexy and a hell of a dancer in that - how would Blaine be able to help himself?

When I first got this, I really didn't want to write it. But I had quite a few prompts for it (probably some that I've lost too) so I felt a little obliged. And then Angela asked if I had any other prompts that I didn't want to write myself, and I realized that this was perfect for her. She's the one who wrote the Tangled chapter which received such positive feedback, so I hope you all like it :)

And if you do, check her out at SquirrelzAttack. She writes some gorgeous Nick/Jeff stuff that I love, as well as Klaine and various Warbler shenanigans =D

Flashmob

"You can still get in on it if you want." Kurt's musical voice said from the other end of the phone call. "There's still time."

Blaine rolled his eyes, grinning affectionately even if he knew Kurt couldn't see it. "I still have to say no, babe. I'm sure you guys will do great, though. You got Puck to agree and everything?"

"Oh yes, he was easy. The tough part was convincing Finn to participate in the dancing portion of it." Kurt laughed. "But you'll still come, right? Even if you're not in it?"

"Of course I will. Wouldn't miss it." Blaine said.

"You're sweet. See you on Friday?"

"Friday."

As they hung up, Blaine let out a sigh he'd been holding in, running a tired hand through his ungelled locks. What he'd neglected to tell Kurt was the real reason he didn't want to get in on the flashmob. As much fun as it sounded, Blaine thought the whole thing was rather pointless. It seemed like a really big thing to put a lot of hard work in to over a nose job. He just didn't see what the issue was. A lot of girls got plastic surgery, and although he didn't approve of it in any way, if she wanted to get her nose done, that was her decision, and her decision alone. It really wasn't anyone else's business.

But he couldn't tell that to Kurt. When the porcelain-skinned countertenor spoke of the upcoming flashmob, he sounded so excited about it. He was having a blast putting it together and choreographing everything. Blaine didn't have the heart to spoil his boyfriend's good fun, even if he personally thought the whole thing was completely stupid. Still, he was going to go and support Kurt like a good boyfriend. Plus, it was an opportunity to see his Kurt dance.

A smile turned up the corner of Blaine's mouth. The New Directions girls had told him about Kurt's alleged dancing skills, and they painted a very lucrative picture – somehow the conversation always ended with them swooning over how amazing his hips were and how it was unfair that he was gay. In any case, Blaine had decided from that moment forth that Kurt's dancing was something he just had to see. And, since a perfect opportunity has presented itself, he wasn't about to pass it up.

"Okay, Puck's going to be here any minute." Kurt raised his eyes to a large clock on the wall. "I better head up."

Blaine smiled, hiding the fact that he was still convinced of the sheer stupidity of this whole thing. "You'll convince her, I know it. She has to listen to you. And then we can go to the Lima Bean and you can criticize her wardrobe choice."

"Aw, thanks honey." Kurt pulled Blaine into a brief hug. "Gotta go! They'll be here any second!" He turned and hopped onto the nearest escalator, feverishly looking around for Rachel and Puck.

Blaine had to hide a sigh. He was, of course, delighted to see Kurt again. How could he not be? Ever since they'd gotten together officially (much to the delight of the Warblers and New Directions) they'd just been growing closer and closer. And, although they hadn't kissed yet, Blaine knew he was completely smitten. Still, his mind kept wandering to many of the other activities they could currently be doing. Besides participating in a flashmob aimed towards diverting a girl from getting rhinoplasty, that is. They could be at the movies, or cuddling, or getting coffee, or just talking. Anything.

Blaine knew he was being selfish. No matter how unfathomable the reason, Rachel was Kurt's friend, and he needed to just suck it up, stop internally whining, and enjoy the show.

Barbara Streisand.

What? Blaine turned around and realized with a jolt that Kurt was already pulling Rachel off of the escalator and into a wide open space where the flashmob group had already started gathering. This, Kurt had informed Blaine numerous times, was Stage Three of Kurt Hummel's Ingenious Anti-Plastic Surgery Barbaravention: Get Rachel into flashmob range (whatever that meant).

And, as Kurt released Rachel and actually started dancing…well, Blaine temporarily lost the ability to form entirely rational thoughts. Oh man, the girls hadn't been kidding. Those hips. Blaine had originally thought that's Kurt's red-white-and-blue outfit was very patriotic and adorable, as always. Now, however, those red skinny jeans were seriously affecting his brain power. They were just…unnnn.

Bad Blaine! He thought, vigorously shaking his head. Undapper thoughts! You. Are. DAPPER. THOSE ARE NOT DAPPER THOUGHTS, BLAINE! Quit thinking like that! You haven't even kissed yet! What is your problem?

Forcefully snapping himself back into the present day, Blaine tried to actually pay attention to things besides Kurt. Finn was terrible at dancing, even when he tried. Brittany was wearing a really cute shirt. Instead of looking like the wanted to kill each other, every member of New Directions seemed to be genuinely enjoying themselves. From what Kurt had told Blaine about the big, incestuous family, he hadn't even expected half of them to show up. Unfortunately, the aforementioned incestuous family wasn't quite enough to fully distract Blaine from his appallingly sexy boyfriend. It was those dang hips. Blaine internally cursed the ND girls for making his brain even go there.

Alright, Blaine. Pull yourself together!

Putting on his usual hundred-watt smile, Blaine swayed to the lively beat and bobbed his head appreciatively, successfully looking like he was in to the flashmob itself and not just Kurt. But really, all that was going through his mind was Kurt hot Kurt jeans Kurt undapper Kurt sexy Kurt.

He only just managed to remember to clap and cheer supportively when the music faded out and the flashmob broke up. Everyone was looking upbeat and happy, and Blaine legitimately hoped that they'd at least conveyed the message to Rachel. Otherwise this would've been a completely pointless outing, and, with all the planning that had gone into it, that would kind of suck.

Blaine watched in amusement as the mob dissipated into the crowd and Kurt started to bounce his way, his cheeks flushed and his eyes bright. He was just so…adorable. And yet hot and sexy at the same time.

"WELL, that was a waste of time," Kurt said as he approached, shaking his head, slightly breathless. "But Kurt Elizabeth Hummel never does things halfway, and this was no exception."

Kurt preened for a moment, obviously pleased with himself, before glancing over at Blaine, who had the dopiest of grins plastered on his face.

"Blaine...?"

And then Blaine pulled him into a fierce kiss, and their lips were moving against each other, and all Blaine could think was, Why didn't I try this before? Maybe that flashmob was good for something after all…

Breaking away, Blaine gently leaned his forehead against Kurt's, smiling slightly. "I agree that it was a complete waste of time. But that was the hottest waste of time I've ever seen. Ever."

Kurt blushed adorably, and for a few moments they just stood together in that position, smiling.

Blaine broke the silence. "Coffee?"

"Of course."

Because we were all totally thinking that when we watched the Flashmob.

So, feedback for Angela? She'll stalk the reviews so you can either say it here like normal or let her know when you all go and madly read and review her other stories ;)

MusicalEscape:

"Hey, Kurt, it's Wes-"

"-and David-"

"And we called to tell you that you should really answer your phone. Blaine's been moping around all day, he won't say anything and he looks like a puppy that was just kicked."

"He even saw me eating his Redvines and didn't do anything!"

"That too. So, Kurt, if you value your sanity, and Blaine's sanity, please call back. If not, we're taking David's dad's private jet up to New York, we will kidnap you in the dead of night (David: "I know lockpicking!") and we will bring you back here to see Blaine for youself. Pleasant dreams!"

*beeeeep*