A/N:
Hey! I hope you are all well and you enjoy this one. I believe it is the longest one up until now. Karyn, if you read this, I hope you won't think I'm crazy for using this song. I thought it would be fun, and it was! I am in desperate need to finish a maths homework, it is almost midnight, I have a French exposé tomorrow, but I am happy! ;P
(the song's lyrics are written in italic)
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I do not own Glee. Neither do I claim to own any trademarks or copyrighted items mentionned in any of my stories, unless I do own them.
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Kurt was just coming back from an enjoyable weekend at the spa with Mercedes, although it had been cut a tad bit early, since Mercedes got an emergency call from Quinn. What for? He didn't know and didn't care. He felt so nice, light and fresh, after two days of relaxation and talking about everything that came to his mind. Of course, it would have been insane to receive treatments all weekend long so, to perpetuate their state of mental peace, they went shopping, as much as Lima could offer, which was, well, not much.
In the same train of ideas, they had spent the night at a hotel. That eventually led to them dancing and signing at the top of their lungs at three in the morning, waking up the occupant of the room next to theirs― a boy who was quite hot with ruffled hair and low pajamas pants. To the boy's surprise, the duo invited him to join them, to make up for the disturbance. End result: three teenagers passed out on the bed at 6 am, with the alarm clock set for 8.
The duo checked out and headed back to the spa sleepily the next morning, after a copious breakfast. The small boy slept through his facial and foggily answered his friend's questions during their first massage of the day.
So there Kurt was, walking to his front door. He didn't bother to get his house key out, his stepbrother had no social life lately and he knew very well that the door would be unlocked. He walked in, heading towards the staircase, when music came up, so loud he could feel the beat through his feet with each step he took. Finn had been really lonely. He thought he recognized the song and was struck by curiosity, because it was well out of what Kurt thought to be Finn's repertoire. He quickly tiptoed to the top of the stairs and quietly dropped a foot after the other, his head undergoing tough rhythm and melody, until he could peak into his own room. He felt a little voyeur, but his guilt went away rapidly.
Finn was facing the opposite wall and shaking his hips, on beat. He had overall no coordination and a very low sense for body rhythmic, but somehow he was doing it right. In a second, Kurt had his iPhone in hand, recording the sight from a few steps higher than he previously was on. If the jock was to look his way, the chances were almost nonexistent that he would see the phone peaking down. The tall boy started moving his hands above his head and, as the lyrics started, he turned around to face the same wall the staircase was facing.
I see you looking yeah you looking over my way
I'm gonna leash you up and put you into my cage
Teach you how to touch me baby how to say my name
Bet that you never had nobody that'd give it you this way
Finn was still dancing, hands in the air, but it could now be established that his eyes were closed. He got into more passionate, lyrical dancing, what with leashing up, touching and such. All the while, he was signing along quite correctly to the lyrics, loud enough to be heard over the music ― which was saying something. The counter-tenor was torn between arousal and small fits of laughter.
I wanna put you in mycloset
I wanna play till I'm exhausted
I wanna come, come baby, come
Be my toyfriend let me play with you
Come, come baby come
Be my toyfriend till I'm through with you
Inside Kurt's brain:In his closet? I wish. Play with him? Gladly! Oh my! Have mercy! Finn Hudson, who usually sways his hips as smoothly as a door frame, just fucking booty dropped! Effing b-o-o-t-y D-r-o-p-p-e-d. Oh! Aha ha ha ! God! Thatwassosexy! Hold on to your phone! There... Hahaha... Have to stop laughing or that video won't be worth shit.. . .. Aha ha.. . .. Seriously, thought, that was hot. Did he? He just slapped his ass!
Let me play with you
Let me play with you
Let me play with you
Let me play with you
Bounce
The small boy felt a little uncomfortable. His crush was now facing him, moving on a sexy song, pointing in his general direction with each you. His eyes were still closed and Kurt was still recording. It would be awesome on Facebook as revenge material.
Ain't gottadress you up and put you on display
Rather keep you in mydollhouse
I'd turn you on turn you on in so many ways
And I don't ever have to use nobatteries
I wanna put you in my closet
I wanna play till I'm exhausted
I wanna come, come baby, come
Be my toyfriend let me play with you
Come, come baby come
Be my toyfriend till I'm through with you
Let me play, let me play
Let me play, let me play
Let me play
"Well," Kurt thought "he surely doesn't dance like that at Glee practice. Agreed, he might cause a sex riot if he did BUT it would be great for the club. Right, for the club's interests. Did someone get the heater temperature up?"
Come, come baby, come
Be my toyfriend let me play with you
Come, come baby, come
Be my toyfriend till I'm through with you
Let me play with you
Let me play with you
Let me play with you
Let me play with you
Come, come baby, come
Be my toyfriend let me play with you
Come, come baby, come
Be my toyfriend till I'm through with you
Come, come baby, come
Be my toyfriend let me play with you
Come, come baby, come
Be my toyfriend till I'm through with you
He finished up his performance by taking in a good quantity of air and bowing to the four walls of the room, opening his eyes, surprised, when he heard someone clapping. Kurt had put his phone in his pants' back pocket, gotten to the basement floor and was beaming an embarrassed Finn.
"Why, hello, Finn Hudson. I must say, that was very entertaining. I didn't know you had it in you."
"H-hi, Kurt." The football player was still uneasy. Regardless of the fact that he towered over the other young man, the smaller boy could prove himself very intimidating. "By any chance, d-did you―?"
"See you dancing and signing on Toyfriend? Yes, I did. Record it all in HD? Of course, I did as well. Am I going to hold you up to it, threatening you to share it everywhere possible online? See, that is a very likely possibility, if you really get on my nerves."
"Why?"
"Because I am broke from my fun weekend with Mercedes and I am craving some more fun― and spring rolls from the local Vietnamese place, please."He knew karma was going to get him back on this one, but he was having too much fun to let go of it right away." I expect you to be nice to me. Unless you feel like sharing your skills with Puck, that is. "
"Right. But I will take my revenge."
"You are way too careless and obvious, but let's see you try anyways. You're such a boy, I can already feel the fun coming." Kurt walked towards his bed and sat, cross-legged, after getting his blackmail weapon out of his skinny jeans. "If you don't mind, I'll take some time to thoughtfully enjoy your performance whilst you go order us dinner, it's our parents' date night."