Chapter 6
By HKVoyage (VoyageAsia)

Friday, March 23, 2012 (three weeks later)

At the end of Glee Club, Rachel sashayed to the front with her chin held high. "To celebrate the beginning of Spring Break, I'm having a party next Friday night. My fathers will be in Miami, so we'll have the house to ourselves. Everyone is invited, and you can spend the night if you want."

Kurt glanced at Puck, who was smirking with two thumbs up, a signal that he'd be supplying the booze. Kurt internally groaned. He knew all about Rachel's parties when her fathers were away. Last year, he'd attended her trainwreck extravaganza. He thought about how Rachel and Blaine had made out and the awkward conversation with his father the following day when he had discovered Blaine in his bed. It couldn't get worse than that. At least, he hoped.

Mr. Shue waved his hand to grab everyone's attention. "Just a reminder that Glee Club is still on during Spring Break. We need to rehearse if we want to have a shot at winning Nationals. Have a good weekend."

Kurt put on his winter coat and scarf and slung his messenger bag over his shoulder. It might be mid-March with warm days, but once the sun set, it was cold. When he saw Blaine's hand reaching out to him, Kurt instantly held it, tangling their fingers together. Kurt could feel a warmth spread through his body. Holding hands was such a simple act, but it was by far his favorite part of being Blaine's fake boyfriend. It was an intimate connection to Blaine, and it made him feel like they belonged together. If only.

They headed to the parking lot, and Blaine's car lights flickered when he pressed the fob. Blaine dashed to the front passenger side to open the door for him. Kurt loved all the little things Blaine did to make him feel special, and sometimes, it was hard to remember that Blaine wasn't really his boyfriend.

Once they were on their way, Kurt remarked, "Since winning Regionals last month, Mr. Shue has been crazy with all the rehearsals. Honestly, I wonder why we bother. Usually, the song list isn't set until the night before."

"I don't mind. We've got a real shot at winning this year," Blaine replied.

Kurt paused before broaching the subject that was really on his mind. "I'm not sure what to think about Rachel's party."

"It'll be a good way to unwind from all the extra Glee practices. I thought you liked parties?"

"Last year's party was a drunk fest. I felt so awkward the entire time."

"Maybe this year will be different. I'll be there as your boyfriend."

Yes, a lot of things were different from last year. Kurt was still in love with Blaine, but at least this time, people thought they were boyfriends. He really hoped that Blaine wouldn't do anything stupid.

"I know what you're thinking," Blaine remarked.

Kurt arched an eyebrow. "So, you can read my mind now?"

"Pretty much," Blaine smirked. He raised one hand. "I promise I won't drink anything from a red solo cup that Puck gives to me." He winked at Kurt. "After all, I have to be in top form for our kissing."

Kurt froze. "Kissing?"

"How much do you wanna bet that Santana will suggest playing spin the bottle so that she can watch us making out?"

Kurt closed his eyes. Santana was definitely conniving enough to find a way for them to make out at the party in front of everyone. How was he ever going to survive making out with Blaine? He'd have to figure how to make out with Blaine without letting on how into it he was.

Before Kurt could respond to his quip about the kissing, Blaine changed the subject. "We should also sing together during karaoke. Can I surprise you with the song? I'll make sure it's one you know the lyrics to."

"As long as it isn't 'Candles' or another breakup song. People would get suspicious." Thinking about breakups reminded him of something he had been meaning to ask Blaine. "Has Sebastian texted you recently?"

Blaine shook his head. "After I told my mother about the texts, I think my dad called Sebastian's father. I haven't heard anything from Sebastian since."

Kurt was skeptical that Sebastian had magically disappeared, but he wasn't going to worry Blaine about it.

"How about Dave? What's new with him?" Blaine asked.

Kurt groaned. "I'm really fed up with him. Dave texts me every night. Sometimes, I feel him near me when I can't see him."

When they stopped at a traffic light, Blaine glanced over with concern in his eyes. "Is this something I should worry about? I will kick his ass if he did anything—and I mean anything—to make you feel uncomfortable. I've started boxing again."

A smile crept across Kurt's face. Whilst he wasn't a damsel in distress that needed defending, he loved this protective side of Blaine that he didn't see very often. "No. I can handle Dave, but I'll let you know if there is a problem. I think everything would be so much easier if Dave had a boyfriend. Wouldn't it be great if Sebastian and Dave got together? It would be killing two birds with one stone."

Blaine shook his head. "That's not happening. They've already bumped into each other at Scandals. Sebastian calls Dave 'hamhock'. He's not into bears."

Kurt gazed out the window with a wistful half-smile. "A guy can dream. I'm going to ask Rachel if Dave can come to her party. I really want Dave to have more friends. It would take the pressure off me, ya know?"

"Good idea. I wish there were more gay guys out of the closet at school." Blaine turned the car into the Hummel driveway.

"Are you still seeing Jeff and Nick tonight?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah. You sure you don't want to come along? They'd love to see you again."

Kurt shook his head. "No. I can't. You know how important Friday night dinners are to my dad."

Kurt released the seatbelt and turned to face Blaine. "You don't need to keep driving me every day. It's been a month since the car accident, and I feel okay about driving."

"I really don't mind. I like picking you up and grabbing a cup of coffee before classes, walking into school hand-in-hand, talking about the day on the way home."

Kurt sighed. "I guess it's something a good boyfriend would do."

Blaine covered Kurt's hand and rubbed little circles on it. "It's something a best friend would do. I really care about you."

Kurt was surprised by the emotion in Blaine's voice, and Kurt wondered what caring exactly meant to Blaine.

"I still have nightmares about you stuck in the snowstorm late at night on your own," Blaine admitted.

Kurt couldn't help but notice that Blaine's protective nature was showing again. He flipped his hand so it was covering Blaine's palm. "I wasn't out there for too long. My dad called his friend at the police station, and they both arrived lickety-split. Besides, my emergency winter car kit came in handy." Kurt noticed the living room curtains ruffling, a sure sign that his father had been watching. "I'd better go inside before my dad comes out."

Kurt got out of the car.

"Are we still on for tomorrow?" Blaine asked with a hopeful voice.

"Yeah. Give me a call when you wake up. After you've tried on the Prom outfit, let's go to the mall. We can check out shoes that might work with it."

Kurt waved goodbye before dashing into his house. When Blaine was rubbing his hand and looking at him like he lit the stars, Kurt had been so close to throwing himself into Blaine's arms and declaring his undying love. He really had to get his feelings under control before the kissing at Rachel's party.

—*—

When the doorbell rang, Blaine rushed to let his friends in.

"Pizza delivery for Blaine Warbler!" Nick and Jeff shouted.

Blaine grabbed some soda and napkins from the kitchen before they headed down to the basement rec room. He selected a playlist on his phone and put it on the stereo's docking station, and P!nk began to play through the speakers. He joined Nick and Jeff on the couch and opened the lids of the pizza boxes. While he desperately wanted to eat the pepperoni pizza, he settled for a slice of margherita. He still wondered how he was going to squeeze his ass into the Prom-night trousers. Even Kurt's exceptional sewing skills couldn't produce miracles.

While they were eating, Nick and Jeff updated Blaine on people at Dalton. Wes was early accepted into Yale's pre-med program. David broke up with his girlfriend. Thad got blue braces to match his uniform. Trent was on a diet and had already lost ten pounds.

"What about Sebastian?" Blaine asked.

Nick shrugged. "He's been keeping to himself. After Warblers practice, he dashes off. I asked him why he doesn't hang out with us anymore, but he said he's been busy."

"Personally, I think he's up to something," Jeff interjected.

"Or hooking up with college frat guys," Nick joked.

Blaine thought that Jeff was right, and if Sebastian was up to something, it certainly wouldn't be good.

After chugging the rest of his soda, Nick let out a loud burp.

Jeff rolled his eyes. "You're such a boy."

"I thought that was exactly why you liked me," Nick teased. He leaned toward his boyfriend and kissed him like their lives depended on it. Jeff fisted Nick's shirt, causing it to pull out from his trousers.

"Guys, I'm here," Blaine reminded them.

Jeff pulled away, and the pair focused on getting their breathing back to normal.

"God, I wish I could kiss Kurt like that."

"It takes a lot of practice," Jeff teased.

"I'm all up for practicing. I just can't get out of the friend zone with Kurt."

"I thought you were carrying out our Operation Woo Kurt," Jeff remarked.

Blaine rubbed his forehead. "I've done everything in our plan. I drive him to school every day. I compliment Kurt on his outfits..."

Blaine paused, thinking about what Kurt was wearing that day; the skinny jeans had looked like they had been painted on. His Doc Martens had given off a rebellious vibe, but the look had been softened by an Alexander McQueen scarf. Kurt definitely knew how to pull an outfit together. He could feel his cock stir at the very thought of it.

"Stop thinking about Kurt's tight-ass jeans," Jeff snarked.

Blaine blushed at being caught out. He cleared his throat, and after discreetly making sure he didn't have a boner, he continued, "We hold hands in the hallways and cafeteria. I serenaded him in the school courtyard. I bought him flowers for Valentine's Day. I even bought a jar of this really expensive night cream that Kurt was having problems finding. I've done everything I can think of to make him feel special and pampered. We've been on dates, but when I drive him home, it's like Kurt is in a desperate rush to go inside."

"Maybe we've got Kurt all wrong," Nick said.

"What do you mean by that?" Blaine asked.

"We know Kurt loves romance, but maybe he's attracted to a different sort of look. What was Alex like?"

Blaine shrugged. "I didn't really hang out with Kurt and Alex. It didn't seem to me that Alex was into Kurt that much. Alex wouldn't even go to Junior Prom with him. He's away at college, and Kurt never hears from him."

"I meant what does Alex look like?" Nick replied.

"He's super tall with long, blond, straight hair. He was on the football team so pretty beefy. He wore jeans, band t-shirts, and his red jacket." Blaine hit his forehead. "Alex is everything I'm not."

"I'm not saying that you have to look like Alex, but maybe you should shake up your style a bit. Lose the hair gel and the bow ties. Stop looking like Kurt's grandpa."

Jeff jumped up in excitement. "I think you're on to something, Nicky. Blaine has already proven to Kurt that he's a gentleman. Now, it's time to show Kurt that he also can be dirty-hot."

Blaine shook his head. "Nope. Not happening. I'm not changing who I am. Not even for Kurt."

Jeff walked over to Blaine and rubbed his shoulder. "Honey, we don't want you to change who you are. You're Kurt's best friend because he likes the real Blaine Anderson. All we're suggesting is that, in order to move things to the next level, you should try looking less like Gene Kelly and more like James Dean."

Nick fanned his face. "Ooh, James Dean. Man, there was just something special about him. He was effortlessly cool."

Blaine chewed on his bottom lip. Nick and Jeff might be right. When he and Kurt had sleepovers and watched movies late at night, Kurt loved playing with his curls. So, maybe he should stop using hair gel on the weekends. While Kurt always complimented Blaine's outfits, he never showed signs that he found Blaine sexy. Maybe he should dress in a way that would make Kurt see him in a different light. But could he do it? "Guys, I don't know. I'm not sure I could pull it off."

Jeff placed his hands on his hips. "Blaine Anderson! You can knock the bobbysocks off of girls, and you have half the gay guys at Dalton drooling over you. Your confidence is one of your biggest assets."

"Well, that and your ass," Nick joked.

Blaine blushed and laughed. There were a lot of good things about being friends with other gay guys. "Rachel Berry is having a party next Friday. I suppose I could try out a new look then."

"Perfect!" Jeff exclaimed. "Let's go to your room and figure out what you'll wear."

They gathered the empty pizza boxes and soda cans to drop off in the kitchen on the way to Blaine's bedroom. After Blaine tried on countless shirts, they agreed that a simple white T-shirt showed off Blaine's biceps perfectly. However, they couldn't agree on the trousers.

"Jeff, you know the jeans you have with the rips around the thighs and knees?" Nick asked.

"You mean the ones that have you squeezing my ass like a man possessed?"

Nick's eyes darkened. "Yep. Those ones. Do you think they would fit Blaine?"

Jeff looked Blaine over. "They'll be too long, but Blaine can always cuff them. They might be a bit tight around the ass, but I would bet a hundred bucks that Kurt is an ass guy."

"What about my hair? You've never seen my hair without gel. It's like baby-thin fine. I'm going to look like Medusa!"

Nick patted Blaine's shoulder. "We've got your back. If you come to my house to get ready for the party, I'll get my sister to do your hair. Maria is really good at things like that."

"Would you guys come with me to the party? It would really boost my confidence."

"Wouldn't Rachel mind?"

Blaine snorted. "You can sing. She would love to have other people to sing duets with. I'll clear it with her first."

"Sure, Blaine. We'll go. Anything to put you out of your misery and get you two lovebirds together," Nick said.

Blaine got another idea…an extraordinarily good idea. "Why don't we ask some of the other Warblers to come, too? Dave Karofsky will be there, and there might be someone he likes."

Jeff grabbed the Dalton yearbook off of Blaine's shelf and opened it to the Warblers' page. He pointed to a smiling face. "Is this who you are thinking of?"

Blaine gave Jeff a fist bump. "OH, YEAH!"

—*—

Kurt was startled when he heard books dropped on his table at the school library. He looked up to see Santana had sat down next to him. What was she doing here? She was usually making out with Brittany under the bleachers during their free period.

"It's really quite pathetic that you haven't had sex yet with Blanderson."

Kurt looked around, grateful that no one else was around. "How do you know we haven't had sex?"

"Puh-lease. Give me a little credit. I know all the signs." Santana began to count with her fingers. "One, you don't smell like sex. Two, neither you nor Blaine have dopey smiles like you're fucked senseless. Three, if you were having sex, you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off each other. All you do is some hand-holding and chaste cheek kisses. Four…"

"Santana, stop! Okay! Okay! We haven't had sex yet. Is that what you wanted to hear me say?"

Thank god Santana didn't know that they had only had a brief kiss on Valentine's Day. Kurt wondered if she could smell that, too.

"What's stopping you?" Santana asked with concern in her voice.

Kurt started to rip a blank sheet of paper into little pieces. "I don't know. I'm not sure that Blaine thinks I'm sexy. Last year, he told me that my sexy faces looked like I was having gas pains."

Santana shook her head whilst looking up. " Dios mío . A lot can change in a year. I've seen the way Blaine looks at you during dance practice at Glee Club. He definitely wants to play hide the sausage."

Kurt arched an eyebrow. "And why do you assume that Blaine would be the top?"

"Oh, I think that Blaine would be pretty versatile, if you know what I mean," Santana sassed back with a wink.

Kurt blushed because he hadn't even thought of possible sexual positions before. "I really don't think our sex life is any of your business."

Santana leaned in closer. "Blaine has already had sex with that Fievel with a wannabe Disney prince haircut, and…"

"Blaine told you that?"

Santana nodded. "A guy like Blaine has needs. If you don't satisfy them, he'll find someone who will."

"I don't think Blaine is like that."

"Get real, Kurt. Every guy in high school is like that. And let's face it. Blaine is attractive. An alpha gay. With a snap of his fingers, he could easily find hook-ups. I'm sure there are tons of guys at gay Hogwarts who would have sex with Blaine."

Kurt continued to shred the paper. He knew that there were loads of guys at Dalton who would love to hook up with Blaine. He had heard plenty talk about it in the Dalton communal showers. He then decided to change tactics with Santana. "We haven't really had any private time since we started dating."

"Rachel's party will be a perfect chance to kick things up a notch. Are you two sleeping over?" After Kurt nodded, Santana continued, "After the party games and you've played tonsil hockey, you and Blaine go claim Rachel's fathers' room. I bet they have all kinds of kinky stuff in their drawers."

Kurt shook his head in disbelief. "You're ridiculous."

Their conversation was interrupted by the bell, signaling the end of the period. Santana stood up and grabbed her books. "I gotta find Brit-Brit. We have math together next period. If you want, we can come over to your place with a few bananas for a practical demonstration."

"I'm not even going to dignify that with a response," Kurt hissed.

Kurt shoved his textbooks and notepads into his messenger bag. Even though that had been a really awkward conversation, Santana might be right. Blaine had already had sex with Sebastian. Blaine had asked Rachel if some of the Warblers could attend her party. Why? Was there a new Warbler that Kurt didn't know about?

The truth was that sex had been on Kurt's mind, too. He couldn't count the number of boners he'd had thinking about Blaine. He was also having wet dreams starring Blaine. But what was he to do? As much as he would like to do things with Blaine, it didn't feel right if they were in a fake relationship. He should matter. His firsts should matter.

Blaine was also right about one thing. They would have to make out at Rachel's party.

Later that day, when Blaine was driving him home, Kurt looked out the window, deep in thought. He couldn't believe that Blaine had spoken to Santana about their sex life. Was Blaine really that sexually frustrated? What exactly were Blaine's expectations at Rachel's party? Blaine had already made it clear that they would be making out. Would Blaine want more?

Blaine waved his hand in front of Kurt's face. "Earth to Kurt. We're already at your house."

Kurt looked at Blaine. "Sorry. I was a million miles away."

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"Santana hunted me down this afternoon at the library. We had a really awkward conversation."

Blaine softly chuckled. "Let me guess. She wanted to know about our sex life. She already interrogated me about it on Valentine's Day. That girl has no boundaries."

"She definitely doesn't. But she did mention a few things for me to think about. I'm a bit nervous about Rachel's party."

Blaine held his hand, and suddenly, Kurt felt safe and grounded.

"I noticed that you weren't that keen when I mentioned kissing. We don't have to. I just thought it would be something real boyfriends would do at a party."

"I wasn't thinking about the kissing, although I'm nervous about that, too. If I want to be an actor, I'll need to learn how to deal with it. Making out with you will be just like any other role."

Kurt watched Blaine sag with a disappointed expression. He couldn't tell Blaine that his real concern was that, once they started, he would never want to stop. "Kissing you won't be that bad. You're my best friend. I just hope that it doesn't change things between us."

Kurt was surprised when Blaine dropped his head and closed his eyes. "Did I say something wrong?"

Blaine shook his head. "No. It's just… I never thought I would kiss a guy who doesn't want to."

Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand. "I want to kiss you, but I don't want things to be weird between us later."

After a beat, Blaine cleared his throat. "The whole pretend boyfriend thing is weird, but we're doing fine. If it's not the kissing, what's making you nervous about the party?"

"Santana hinted that you would want more from me, especially because you have already had sex. After thinking about it, I agree with her."

Blaine's mouth dropped open. "Are you suggesting a friends-with-benefits thing?"

Kurt lightly slapped Blaine's shoulder with his free hand. "No, of course not. But Santana had a point. You have needs that I'm not meeting."

"That's why they invented masturbation," Blaine blurted.

Kurt's entire body heated at the thought, and his face felt like it was on fire. He didn't need the image of Blaine masturbating in his wank bank when he was having so many wet dreams already.

"Kurt, look at me."

Kurt looked up to see Blaine with a serious expression. "I'm not some neanderthal who has to act on my physical instincts. After Sebastian, I realized that I deserve romance. I deserve someone who cherishes me as much as I cherish them. I wish I had never given him some of my firsts."

When Blaine's chin began quivering, Kurt released his seat belt and pulled Blaine into a hug. Kurt instantly felt Blaine's body relax against him. Kurt hoped that he was giving Blaine the comfort he needed. When he heard knocking on the car window, Kurt looked up to see his father with a sour expression. Kurt rolled down the window.

"Hey, guys. It's time to wrap things up."

"I'll just be a few minutes," Kurt replied.

Burt looked at his watch. "I'm timing you."

When Burt left, Kurt asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. That hug really helped."

Kurt used a finger to lift Blaine's chin. He stared at Blaine's pink, plump lips, looking luscious and ready for the picking. Without giving it a second thought, Kurt cupped Blaine's face and slowly leaned in, pressing his lips against Blaine's. Instead of a quick kiss like last month, Kurt took his time. When he felt Blaine's hand at the back of his neck, he realized that Blaine was into it, too. As their lips moved slowly together, Kurt felt butterflies flutter in his stomach. There were no fireworks but more of a tingling, warm sensation. Like a meaningful connection between two guys who were meant for each other.

Kurt slowly pulled away to look at Blaine with Bambi eyes. "Blaine Anderson, I will always cherish you."

Blaine looked down but Kurt could still see he was grinning like an idiot. "I'll always cherish you, too."

Conscious of the time, Kurt picked up his messenger bag. "Skype after dinner?"

"Can we make it a little later? I'm stopping at the mall on the way home."

"Shopping without moi ?" Kurt asked playfully.

"When Nick and Jeff were over, we planned my outfit for the party. Jeff is letting me borrow a pair of trousers, but I'm worried that they won't fit me. I want to buy my own pair."

"I'm intrigued. A party is as good an excuse as any for new clothes. Skype me when you're ready."

Kurt got out of the car and quickly headed to the house, knowing that his dad wasn't joking when he said he was timing him. Fortunately, his father wasn't hovering near the door, and Kurt managed to get to his bedroom without interference.

He set down his messenger bag and flopped onto his bed. He couldn't believe that he had now kissed Blaine twice. He mentally went through each moment of the kiss and how it made him feel. If that was how Blaine kissed his best friend, what would it be like if Blaine had real feelings for him? And how could Blaine not know how he felt about him?

Kurt spent some time rehashing his conversation with Blaine. One thing that stuck out in his mind was when Blaine said he deserved romance. Kurt had been so caught up in Blaine's romantic gestures that he hadn't given a second thought about how he should romance Blaine. Well, he was definitely going to rectify this, starting tomorrow. He was going to show Blaine that he could be the best boyfriend in the world.

His dad knocked on the door before opening it. "Dinner will be in ten minutes. Afterwards, I'd like to speak to you."

Kurt nodded, and his father left the room. He suspected that his dad might want to talk after seeing him hug Blaine in the car. He only hoped it wouldn't involve pamphlets.

—*—

Friday, March 30, the night of Rachel's party

"Twirl around for us," Nick instructed.

Blaine was glad that he decided to buy his own trousers this week because they fit him perfectly. He never liked leaving things to chance, and it made him feel more in control of how he looked. It was probably the only part of tonight that he could actually control.

Jeff pinched Blaine's ass. "Excellent choice, B. The ripped jeans fit you like a second skin. Kurt is going to flip when he sees a peak of your thighs."

"But what about my hair? It looks awful."

"Maria is waiting for you in her room. We'll head downstairs and wait for the other Warblers."

Blaine entered Maria's room, hoping she was a miracle worker.

"Hey, Blaine. Come have a seat. I see I've got my work cut out for me."

Blaine slumped in the chair. He hadn't thought that Maria was up for the job of taming his baby-fine, frizzy hair. "I've got my hair gel in my bag. Do you want me to get it?"

Maria laughed. "You've got to be kidding, right? I can't wait to give you a new look. I checked out YouTube tutorials and bought all the right hair products. Just sit back and relax. This is going to take a while."

Blaine was touched that Maria had done her homework. He was also grateful that he wasn't in front of a mirror to see what she was doing. He recounted the past few days. Things between him and Kurt had changed since they kissed in the car. Blaine pressed a finger to his lips. That kiss! He had never experienced anything so special. It was sweet and laced with emotions he wasn't quite prepared for. And when Kurt told him that he was cherished, it was all he could do to stop from squealing out loud.

"I can tell you're thinking about him, B," Maria said.

"Was it that obvious?"

Maria giggled. "You had the dreamiest look. Kurt must be a special guy."

Blaine nodded. "He's one of a kind."

"Stop moving your head. It's making it harder for me."

Blaine sat as still as he could. Yes, things had definitely changed after that amazing kiss. Kurt had been more attentive with loads more affectionate hugs and little touches. Every day after lunch, Blaine found a sweet note and a little present in his school locker. Kurt sang "Perfect" at Glee Club, looking at him with heart eyes. Kurt had been so amazing and thoughtful; it was getting hard to distinguish between what was an act and what was real. The boundaries were getting more blurred every day. Maybe he should relax and enjoy it while he could.

Maria tugged at Blaine's arm. "I'm finished. Let's go to the bathroom so you can see for yourself."

Blaine followed her to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn't believe how good he looked. Maria had managed to tame his curls so that they had definition but looked soft and loose.

"Do you like it?" Maria asked with a wobbly voice.

He turned and pulled her into an embrace. "Like it? I love it! You've got to show me how you did it."

Maria looked visibly relieved. "Sure, Blaine. There is something else I think might look good…"

"Spit it out. After seeing what you've done to my hair, I'm open to anything."

Maria turned Blaine's face to the mirror. "Your outfit looks great but simple. You need something extra special to make sure that Kurt can't take his eyes off of you."

"What are you thinking?"

Maria took a deep breath. "Eyeliner to make your eyes pop."

"What?!" Blaine exclaimed.

"Now, hear me out. Lots of famous guys wear eyeliner, like Adam Lambert, Johnny Depp, and Prince. Even Elvis Presley wore it. Your eyes are one of your best features. It's the sort of edginess that will make you look hot. If you don't like it, I can always remove it."

Blaine had to admit that those guys did look hot, and Kurt once mentioned that the best part of The Pirates of the Caribbean was drooling over Johnny Depp. This felt like a go-big-or-go-home moment, and he never shied away from those. "Okay. I'll try it."

Blaine stood still, opening and closing his eyes as instructed. As Kurt had recently said, they want to be actors, and actors wear makeup, right?

"Okay. You can look in the mirror now," Maria said.

Blaine could hardly recognize himself with the new hairstyle and black eyeliner. He smiled to himself, knowing that he definitely didn't look like Kurt's grandpa. "I like it."

Blaine gave Maria a massive hug. "Thanks for everything. I wish I had a sister like you."

"And I wish I had a brother like Cooper. He's so gorgeous."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Trust me, you don't want Cooper and his inflated ego."

Blaine headed to the top of the stairs and could hear the Warblers chatting at the bottom. After taking two steps, there was complete silence as all the Warblers were watching him. Was the eyeliner too much?

"Holy Oleo!" David shouted.

Blaine snarked back, "I didn't know you could yodel."

Jeff bounced in excitement. "Someone call the fire department. Blaine Warbler is on fire!"

Blaine threw his head back in laughter, loving the attention. "Chill. I'm just getting started."

"You know, I think you may be the sole reason for global warming," Thad joked.

Trent's face was flushed. "I think I'll head to the kitchen and stick my head in the freezer to cool down."

The Warblers gathered together and sang, "OH, YEAH!"

Blaine laughed to himself when he noticed that they were all wearing jeans and white T-shirts. They certainly liked to wear a uniform, even outside of school. He greeted each Warbler, preening at their compliments. They gave him the confidence he needed to get through the evening.

Jeff jumped on a nearby chair and hollered, "Let's get the party started!"

Trent came over to Blaine. "There's room in my car for you."

"Guys! Don't forget to do your vocal warmups in the car. We've got a performance coming up," Wes reminded them.

"You guys are singing?" Blaine asked.

"We're going to arrive with a song. You'll be our lead soloist, of course," Wes replied.

Blaine's body filled with dread. Why didn't Jeff or Nick warn him? "I'm not sure about that. Maybe once the karaoke has started."

David threw his arm around Blaine's shoulder. "Since when has Blaine Warbler shied away from an entrance? Come on. It'll be fun. Like the old days."

Thad added, "We picked a song you know. With the way you look… It'll be perfect."

Blaine reminded himself that tonight would be a go-big-or-go-home moment, and fist-pumped. "OH, YEAH!"

Blaine put on his new jacket, enjoying the feel of the soft leather. His mom had given him special permission to buy it as a gift for winning Regionals.

Nick sidled up to him. "Nice jacket. You look even hotter than James Dean."

They loaded into the cars and did the vocal warmups as Wes ordered on the way to Rachel's. Blaine was pleasantly surprised by the song choice and mentally went through the lyrics and possible dance moves. Yes, this would be the perfect song to make their entrance.

In no time at all, they were at the Berry house, and they could see lights on in the basement. Blaine popped a mint in his mouth, knowing that there might be kissing later. They piled out of the cars, entered the house, and tossed their overnight bags in the corner. He led the Warblers to the basement door and could hear Rachel singing "You Don't Bring Me Flowers." Poor Finn. He must have done something wrong.

"God, this party sounds so lame," Thad remarked.

"Then let's get it started," Jeff half-whispered.

Blaine shook his body, took a deep breath, and whispered to himself, "Courage."

After taking a few steps down the stairs, he began to sing.

So hot
Out the box
Can we pick up the pace?
Turn it up,
Heat it up
I need to be entertained.

The New Directions stopped what they were doing and gaped. Blaine quickly scanned the room to find Kurt and Dave standing next to each other. He hoped that Kurt's mouth dropped open was a good sign.

The Warblers were in their usual formation behind him, doing their trademarked side-shuffle. They began to harmonize with him.

I told ya
I'm a hold ya down until you're amazed
Give it to ya 'til you're screaming my name

When a few New Direction members began dancing, Blaine worked the room. He shimmied with Santana, hip-bumped a stunned Finn, and slowly twirled Artie's wheelchair. By this time, everyone was dancing and singing along. He flung his head back and loved the feel of his curls bouncing. He worked his way toward Kurt for the final lines. He tossed off his jacket and grabbed Kurt's hand, swaying their bodies together.

Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet (bet ya thought)
You thought an angel swept you off your feet

Well I'm about to turn up the heat (turn up the heat)
I'm here for your entertainment

Blaine gently moved one of his hands from Kurt's hip to the middle of his upper back. After guiding Kurt's hand to his neck, he dipped Kurt and crashed their lips together. Unlike their previous chaste kisses, this was hot and dirty, filled with urgency and lust. Blaine felt heat flash through his body. The hoots and hollers sounded muffled while he focused on Kurt's lips working against his. Kurt tugged his curls, and Blaine let out a moan. When Blaine felt Kurt's tongue, he immediately parted his lips. Kurt kissed him deeper, plunging his tongue inside his mouth, hot and deep. Blaine's head was spinning. Kurt's touch, his smell, his taste filled his senses.

"Wanky!" Santana shouted.

Santana's voice brought Blaine back to reality. They had an audience. He and Kurt were fake dating. Blaine slowly raised Kurt so they were facing each other. Blaine stood there, dumbfounded. He couldn't seem to catch his breath. The kiss was the most erotic experience of his life.

He looked at Kurt, who was heavily panting and had a look that Blaine couldn't decipher.

Author's Notes: Thank you, Lilyvandersteen, for your speedy review. Your beta skills always made my writing so much better. I made last-minute edits and performed the final proofreading by myself, so all mistakes are mine.

Song included was "For Your Entertainment" performed by Adam Lambert.

Notes from GleefulDarrenCrissFan: Hey. Thanks to Teddyshoney, this story is completely edited. I'm going to start publishing three times a week until the full story is published. The next chapter, by Hippohead, will be posted Saturday.