To those who didn't get yesterday's reference, it was when Blaine says "Well, this is my history room, so yeah." Which comes from "Well this is the cafeteria, so yeah," when Harry and Ginny are talking.

I have a question for my more mature readers. If I were to write a M rated story which does veer a little on the side of smut, mainly more about the words than the actions though, would I have a few people interested in reading it? It's actually more of a hurt/comfort but it's not something that I think I want my younger readers reading. No offence to you guys, but there are age ratings on a lot of these stories for a reason. Anyway, let me know :)

From Queen of Drama13: during 'Sexy" right before the Warblers sing 'Animal'. Kurt practices his sexy faces with Mercedes so he doesn't make a fool of himself, and Mercedes tells him to just be himself and have fun. He does, the performance goes great, and Kurt finds himself surrounded by giggling girls, promting a very jealous Blaine.

Practice

Wes rapped his gavel and the hands lowered, the rest of the Warblers beginning to murmur excitedly before being silenced by the gavel again. "It's decided. On Friday we will perform Animal for Crawford County with Kurt and Blaine singing lead vocals to determine our sex appeal for Regionals. Meeting dismissed."

Ignoring his slight discomfort at Wes saying the word sex while in Council member mode, Kurt focused on the issue at hand which didn't give him any more comfort at all. Sex appeal? I don't have any sex appeal!

"So, when do you want to practice?"

Kurt plastered a smile on his face and turned to Blaine who had just sat down next to him, grinning. "Um, how about we run through the vocals now?"

"Sounds good to me." Blaine stood, discarding his blazer and offering Kurt a hand. Trying not to read too much into it, Kurt stood and accepted the sheet music as Blaine began to sing. Ever since Valentines Day, Kurt had found himself overanalyzing every little gesture that Blaine made, trying to work out what was going on. After all, Blaine had never said he didn't like Kurt on Valentines Day, just that he didn't want to screw 'this' up. What the hell is 'this' though?

Pushing that aside for the time being, Kurt chimed in on his lines on cue. The song was great, yes, but Kurt knew he was going to have to bring more than his vocals to the performance if they wanted sex appeal. Somehow he had to bring something that he had no knowledge about and do it while singing a duet with the boy he was in love with in front of all of the Warblers and a group of girls. It was just a bit too much, and Kurt needed help.

"That sounds great to me!" Blaine put down his sheet music and Kurt followed suit. "I think if we just have a group practice on the morning, it should all come together nicely, don't you think?"

"Yeah, yeah should be great." Kurt dug his phone out of his pocket, quickly composing a text to Mercedes. "I've got to go out to Lima tomorrow afternoon," he continued once he was finished, "so we won't be able to go for coffee, sorry."

Blaine frowned briefly but it was quickly replaced with a smile. "Not a problem. Is everything alright?"

Kurt smiled as he picked up his bag. "Everything's fine." At least it will be.

"Well, say something!"

Mercedes was staring at him, nail file in hand. "Kurt… you've come to me to talk about sex?"

Kurt shuddered. "We're not talking about sex," he hissed, glancing around even though they were the only ones in the house. "We're talking sex appeal and how I can look sexy. Like, what kinds of faces I need to use when I'm performing."

Mercedes still looked dubious. "I don't see why you came to me. Wouldn't you be better off asking Santana or Brittany or Quinn?"

"I don't trust any of them. I trust you." Kurt sighed. "I just don't want to make a fool of myself in front of Blaine. We're at a really weird point in our friendship where I feel like all it's going to take is one event to tip us over the edge, either forwards or back. And I really don't want him to see me as unsexy and decide he wants nothing to do with me. Please, Mercedes?"

"Okay," she finally said. "Show me what you were considering."

Kurt took a deep breath then put on what he thought was his best sexy face. Mercedes raised an eyebrow and opened her mouth as if to say something before bursting into laughter. "What?" Kurt demanded after a few seconds. "What's so funny?"

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry but that is not sexy." Mercedes wiped her eyes, getting back under control. "Kurt, what was that?"

"That was me trying to be sexy, okay?" Kurt groaned and flopped back onto the bed. "I told you, I can't do this. I have no idea what I'm doing and definitely no sex appeal." There was a moment of silence and Kurt glanced up to see Mercedes typing on her phone. "Are you even listening to me? Mercedes simply held out her phone which had begun to play music. Glancing at it, Kurt saw a video and, to his surprise, began to watch their performance of 4 Minutes. "I didn't realize anybody videoed this."

"I asked Artie to do it for me. Just watch yourself, Kurt."

Frowning, Kurt watched as his video self danced across the screen. "My rhythm was a little off," he said contemplatively, "and I could probably never do that again if I tried but overall we did well. We were hot."

"We did." Mercedes took the phone back, closing the video down. "But we were also sexy, Kurt. That right there is your sex appeal."

Kurt turned to Mercedes in confusion. "That? But I didn't do anything? I just did the performance."

Mercedes was smiling at him like he had just told her that Marc Jacobs was having a sale. "Exactly. It's not about trying, Kurt, it just is. You can't learn to be sexy or act sexy - most people who try that just end up slutty." Kurt immediately thought of half of the cheerleading squad and had to concede that point. "Your vocals are going to be amazing, the song speaks for itself and you're gay anyway so it's not like you want any of those girls to want to jump you. Just go and have some fun, send me the video and don't stress it."

Kurt was across the bed and had Mercedes wrapped in a hug before she knew what was happening. "You really do keep me grounded, girl. I love you."

"Love you too, white boy. And if Anderson doesn't work out how hot you are, then it's his loss, okay?"

Kurt smiled. "Okay. Now, let me deal with these nails of yours. What have you been doing, working in my dad's shop or something?"

As Mercedes replied, Kurt allowed himself to fall back into his normal routine, pushing Blaine from his mind. After all, Mercedes was right in more ways than she thought. Stop overthinking it. What will happen will happen.

"Take a bite of my heart tonight!"

The Crawford girls were going wild, covered in foam and laughing and trying to grab at various boys. For once the Warblers broke tradition of regrouping after a performance in favor of acquainting themselves better with the girls. But Blaine was still frozen in his last spot, the performance replaying over in his head as a few realizations slammed into place in his mind. He had been a little hesitant about the number at first - not so much for his sake but for Kurt's. Kurt had seemed quite hesitant about the idea of a 'sexy' number and Blaine hadn't wanted to put Kurt in a position where he would be uncomfortable.

But not only had Kurt seemed completely at ease during the number, he had managed to bring the element that they had needed. Blaine swallowed hard as he thought about it, the traitorous thought finally filling his mind and giving him no option but to face the truth.

Kurt was, and is, sexy. And I loved it.

Blaine wasn't completely naive. He knew something had changed between himself and Kurt as of Valentines Day but he hadn't quite been able to place it. It wasn't anything to do with Kurt acting differently, except perhaps being a little more relaxed like a weight had been lifted off his chest. And now, inversely, Blaine felt like a weight had been placed on his shoulders, like the ball was now in his court for him to work things out. It wasn't that Kurt had put the pressure on him intentionally, in fact Kurt probably considered the situation dealt with, that Blaine didn't feel the same and that was that.

Except now Blaine wasn't sure that he didn't feel the same. Especially after almost forgetting his lines no less than four times when Kurt did the simplest things like flicking his hair or smiling so broadly that Blaine had to believe that Kurt was loving every single second of the performance. He was completely at ease and had never looked more beautiful in Blaine's eyes. Beautiful, gorgeous, attractive, appealing… sexy.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing, Blaine told himself, unable to stop the smile from crossing his face. I've just realized I'm attracted to Kurt and that maybe I have been all along. So, nothing at all.

Spinning around, Blaine was suddenly painfully aware of three things. The room was a mess and they'd have to clean it up, the rest of the Warblers had bailed (clearly having come to that conclusion earlier) and Kurt was surrounded by the rest of the Crawford girls who were all giggling and twirling their hair as he talked.

Something clenched inside of Blaine's heart and his eyes narrowed. It was only when he was halfway across the room with every intention of telling the girls that Kurt was gay and therefore they had no shot with him before he stopped himself. It wasn't like girls hadn't hit on him after performances or anything, in fact Blaine had a box full of girls numbers at Dalton simply to rub it in David's face that he got girls numbers. So really, it shouldn't be an issue that girls were surrounding Kurt. After all, he did look good in that number.

But Kurt was gay. And yes, Blaine knew he was gay as well, but he also knew that Kurt's sexuality came across much more prominently than Blaine's. Seeing the girls hanging on Kurt's every word just wasn't quite right, especially since Kurt probably had no idea what was going on and that the girls weren't just being friendly.

Another round of laughter travelled across the warehouse and spurred Blaine into action. A couple of the girls looked up as he approached, one of them winking at him before turning her attention back to Kurt who didn't notice Blaine until he was standing right next to him. "Oh, hey Blaine! We're in charge of cleaning this up, are we?"

"I think so," Blaine replied, casually dropping a hand on Kurt's shoulder and squeezing lightly. And okay, perhaps it wasn't that casual because Kurt was looking at him curiously. "The rest of the Warblers have bailed and I doubt that these lovely ladies want to spend the afternoon cleaning up foam and beach balls, am I right?"

The girls all giggled, shaking their heads. Then, as if they had choreographed it, seven of them reached into their pockets and pulled out little slips of paper, handing them to Kurt. "Call us," one said, blowing him a kiss before sauntering away, the others following.

Blaine stared after the girls, shaking his head. And then Kurt's voice piped up from beside him, tinged with confusion. "I - but I don't even like girls!"

"You'll get used to it," Blaine said roughly, aware too late of how he sounded. But really, why was Kurt paying so much attention to them anyway? Surely he wasn't interested in them, so shouldn't he be spending his time with Blaine instead. "It's not a big deal, they'll do that to anybody. Let's clean up."

Without looking at Kurt to see his reaction, Blaine turned and began gathering together the beach balls, kicking them towards the door with a little more force than necessary. It was only when he had gotten them all over there and was set to head over and begin deflating them when he looked back over to see what Kurt was doing and realized his friend was crying.

Oh crap.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked tentatively, already feeling guilt swooping down on him, because why else would Kurt be crying if it wasn't due to what he had said? "Hey, what's wrong?"

Kurt sighed and Blaine could hear his voice trembling. "Look, I get it, okay? You don't need to rub it in my face."

"Get what?"

Blaine had honestly had no idea what Kurt was talking about, but his next words were like a punch to the gut. "I get that I'm not exactly… desirable." Kurt paused, but Blaine couldn't find the words to tell Kurt how wrong he was. "I know I don't have sex appeal, no matter what Mercedes said about it coming naturally. And I guess the only attention I'm going to get is from girls like that who probably spend their weekends on Twitter, following their favorite celebrities. That's life."

"Kurt… you've got to be kidding me."

Kurt paused, frowning. "No, not really. I don't generally joke about it."

Blaine knew he should be saying something, anything, to make it clear to Kurt that it wasn't true, but his mouth wasn't connecting with his brain. "You've felt this way for longer than just this performance, haven't you?"

"Does it matter?" Kurt's voice was clipped and he half turned away from Blaine, staring across the warehouse. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed again. "Look, I was the only one out at my school. The guy I had a crush on essentially told me that he should have put a restraining order out on me, I was told not to do a duet with Sam because it would make him appear gay and that was bad for his credibility. I was hated every day for who I was, so why should I feel the slightest bit desired? It's not like it's all that different at Dalton either. I mean, the hatred's gone but still… nobody wants me. Not like that."

And then Kurt completely turned away, muttering something under his breath about 'Valentine's Day' and it all clicked.

Oh wow. I've really screwed up.

Kurt turned back to him, frowning, and Blaine realized he must have spoken out loud. "What do you mean?"

And against all of his better judgement, against every instinct telling him to leave it, to make a plan before having this kind of conversation, to make it romantic, Blaine began to speak. "Kurt, those girls were completely in their right minds to be going crazy over you today because you are so far from undesirable. And if you hadn't been watching the performance, you would have noticed a couple of the guys looking at you the same way. Nick, Jeff, Trent…" he hesitated for a second. "Me, especially."

Kurt froze, staring at him wide-eyed. "You?" he squeaked out, Blaine nodding. "But… but you don't… you don't. Not like that."

"Maybe I do." And okay, that wasn't meant to come out like that but it had and Kurt looked like he was going to faint so maybe Blaine needed to do something about this. Quickly. "Maybe when I saw you singing like that today, so full of confidence and so comfortable in yourself… maybe I realized what I should have realized on Valentine's Day."

Kurt was still trembling but Blaine couldn't help but wonder whether it was a different kind now. "I don't know if I like the sound of this maybe, Blaine."

Blaine winced. "I'm horrible at this. Definitely, Kurt. And your performance… all I can say is that we're going to win at Regionals because you were sexy."

And that was about where it all started going downhill. Kurt blinked a couple of times before stepping back sharply, crossing his hands over his chest defensively. "So that's what did it, is it? You saw me being supposedly sexy and decided you want me physically? And of course you know how I feel about you so it would be easy for you to snare me and get what you want and drop me when you're done. Well, I'm telling you now, Blaine, that's not happening!"

Kurt's voice had risen in pitch as he spoke and Blaine could see how panicked and furious he was getting and everything was going wrong. "Kurt, no, that's not what I meant!" Blaine could hear his voice wavering and, without warning, felt the tears begin to build up. And before he could stop it, one slipped down his cheek to be brushed away quickly.

Not quickly enough. "Blaine?" Kurt asked, his voice suddenly softer and a lot more worried. "Are you crying?"

But now that he had started, he couldn't stop. "Kurt, I would never do that to you, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. Not only are you my best friend, but with everything you've been through? Not ever." He sniffed, immediately realizing it was gross and Kurt was probably going to judge him more but really, how much lower could he get right now? "When all of that stuff happened on Valentines Day, I felt so low because I'm so clueless and I'd just been publicly rejected and everything was so confusing and I just wanted to let it all lie for awhile and clear my head and figure out what was going on. And now that I have worked it out, all I wanted to do was tell you and I've ruined this too."

Blaine couldn't stay, couldn't bear to look at Kurt and see just how badly he had messed it all up, just how much he had lost. But as he turned to leave, a hand slipped into his, stopping him completely in his tracks. "Don't leave," Kurt whispered, Blaine turning back to face him. "If you leave, we're never going to have this conversation and I don't want to lose this chance."

"You… you still want me? Even after all that?"

Kurt laughed, low and sudden. "Someone very wise once said, 'If you're not insecure as a teenager, then you're not a human being.' I always wondered where you hid all of your insecurities, but it seems I just found them and I can't in all good conscience allow you to think that I could ever hate you for them. In fact, I'm pretty sure I like you more." Kurt stepped closer, still holding Blaine's hand, still crying. "I'm sorry for pushing you to the edge, for insinuating that you'd treat me like that. I should have realized I know you better than that."

Blaine sucked in a breath, scarcely able to believe that Kurt wasn't storming out screaming that he never wanted to see Blaine again. "I'm sorry I made you feel undesirable because you're so desirable, Kurt. And the most desirable thing about you isn't your body or your sex appeal, it's your heart."

"You can have it if you want."

Blaine had to close his eyes at that, a rush of emotion overwhelming him. "I want it."

And because his eyes were still closed, he didn't realize what Kurt was doing until he was right there, warm breath hitting up against Blaine's face. "It's yours," came the whisper before Kurt was kissing him.

Time stopped. Nothing else was real but Kurt in that moment, that so perfect moment.

Ever so slowly they broke apart, eyes seeking out the other almost anxiously, hoping not to find the worst in the others. But they both saw what they needed - that one simple reassurance that yes, this was what they wanted. This was real and it was happening.

And then Blaine was tugging Kurt closer again, kissing him like he couldn't believe he was real. Because sometimes he really couldn't.

So, uh, I kinda turned this angsty. Go me.

MusicalEscape:

...since 2007. Hey Kurt, this is Wes and David. We hacked the site. We knew you would be suspcicous, so we'll just tell you: it's a lie. The cake's a
lie, your whole life's a lie. Okay, maybe that's a bit much, but the point is Blaine likes you.

"What the...?"

*later*

"Oh, hey Kurt, what's-" *kliss*