Sexy101 "Bend for Me"
AN: Thank every for the awesome reviews! I knew people would love Kurt sexy. The fans have spoken! Then again, I would probably swoon to his constipated face as well…
Review replies:
LLL: I accept the offer of Red Vines! What can't they do? And, thank you for the correction! I've always had a habit of writing Mwa. It didn't click in my mind until your review that Moi was an actual word. Lol!
Insane Teddy Bear: I love the idea of ice cream/whipped cream. I'm so going to cook up something for that… no pun intended.
Amy: It's like you read my mind!
"You're welcome."
"I just said he couldn't get out of there fast enough," Kurt frowned at Santana, who looked utterly pleased with herself. "For all I know, I was just annoying him again trying to be sexy." He paused for a moment, "I still don't really understand the whole cucumber thing though."
Santana paused in her braiding of Brittany's lovely blond hair to throw the boy a 'really?' look. She rolled her eyes before looking back and finish up the last of the braid. "Did the constipation clog up your brain?"
Kurt's brow twitched slightly in irritation. He should have never mentioned how Blaine reacted to his first attempts at a sexy face. He was trying to be a cat or maybe even a tiger for goodness sakes. Isn't there some kink going around with dressing up as an exotic animal? The snarl, I'll-eat-you-right-up face seemed perfectly reasonable at the time.
The dark-haired girl finished tying her friend's hair before swiftly moving to the bed where Kurt was hugging her very soft and lovely dark pillow. "The only reason he ran out of there like there was fire on his tight little ass was because he was trying to avoid swooning at your feet."
Kurt's eyes widened at Santana's choice of words. He was very tempted to remind the girl that Blaine was very, very gay.
Santana grinned slowly, sensually. "What I would have liked to know was what went on in the bathroom."
"Wait what do you…" Kurt's face turned several shades redder in realization and his hand flew to his cheeks, "Oh my Gaga, No!"
"Gods. It's like I'm corrupting a retardedly innocent baby penguin. It's disgusting," Santana stood up as though to remove her from his unnaturally unaware presence.
Brittany had moved over and slipped onto the bed next to Kurt. She slid his hands inter hers causing Kurt to glance at the blonde. "Don't worry, Kurt. I love penguins even if they can't fly or walk properly."
"Um… thanks, Brittany… can I have my hands back?"
"You know Kurt, I just noticed something," a purr could be heard from behind Kurt and he tried to look around his shoulder. "You seem really tense." Kurt nearly jumped a mile when he felt Santana's hands skim over his back. He leaped onto his feet in alarm and glanced at her suspiciously.
However, the girl merely smiled wickedly. "I think you need to give yourself a little break," she stepped towards him slowly causing him to back up with each step she took, "and I know just the way. You should thank Holly Holiday for the idea."
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Blaine glanced down at the address in his hand again. He and Kurt were supposed to meet at Kurt's house so they could head on over to see Wicked later that day. However, he received a text about a change in plans. Apparently he was now supposed to pick Kurt up from whatever 'nefarious', quoting Kurt, activities his McKindley friends had force him to attend. Blaine shrugged and walked into the building.
He glanced around and slowly began to realize exactly where he was. This was a type of studio place. From the posters and flyers posted up, they did several lessons in dancing, minor gymnastics, and—
"Hi there."
Blaine glanced over to see a familiar figure standing beside him. "Santana. It's nice to see you again."
"Considering the last time I saw you, you were sucking off that poodle-wearing excuse of a girl's face off, not some much." Santana offered a smile as she skimmed her eyes over him in slow appreciation. Kurt knew how to pick them. "But you must be here for Kurt. Follow me, Dalton boy."
Blaine had no time to answer because the girl was already walking away towards a particular open door. Kurt never said anything about the said McKinley friends being Santana. From what he had heard about the girl, they were not supposed to be friendly terms. Didn't Kurt usually hang out with Mercades and Rach—Oh holy god.
Blaine slammed on the breaks and it felt like his whole body collided with a hard wall. His sight instantly zoomed in on the only form in the room that was remotely attractive to him—aka, very male. His jaw was surely hanging open unattractively in a mixture of awe and appreciation for those smooth muscles rippling under that pale, soft skin that moved every time—
"Are you alright?"
He slowly turned his attention to the dark-haired girl next to him. She had a knowing smile on her face which reminded him of a cat who had just eaten a warbler. "Huh?" he responded rather dumbly.
"Why don't you sit down? It might be a little while until the class finishes," she repeated the comment Blaine obviously did not hear over the blood rushing through his ears. She pushed him lightly over to a location that she knew he would be able to see all the lovely details.
Blaine slowly placed his pouch down and slid into the chair, not caring that Santana flopped next to him.
A little ways away face away from them, Kurt bent forwards right then to touch his hand onto the ground before him, leaving his nicely formed assed angled right towards them. Blaine swallowed nervously.
"Good," the instructor said, "now twist your waist from side to side as you let your body remain in this submissive posture."
Blaine's brow slowly rose and he subconsciously leaned forwards slightly as Kurt did as the instructor asked which caused his butt to wiggle… right at him…. Was he drooling now? He forcefully closed his rapidly drying mouth.
"Loosen more, Kurt," the instructor commented as she stepped behind the boy raised butt, placed her hands on either side of the boy and helped him twist. Blaine's eyes widened and terrible images came crashing through his mind. More specifically, he found himself considering all the ways he could find himself in that position… maybe he could take up Yoga as well. Then he could offer to help. Oh he would be a great yoga teacher and give Kurt private lessons whenever the boy needed them…
"Ohhh," At the sound that left Kurt's mouth, Blaine nearly fell off his chair. Was he the only one that found that sound utterly, painfully sexual? "That feels a lot better." The boy groaned.
"See. Relaxing helps. Your hips and legs are already very flexible so it's just the tension that's keeping you from fully stretching out."
All Blaine heard was hips, legs, and flexible. Oh gods. How many positions were there in yoga that required Kurt's ass in the air? Oh … he was flexible.
"Enjoying the view?"
Blaine jumped in surprise, having forgotten the girl was beside him. He blushed, shifted nervously, and attempted to avoid looking at Kurt… in that skin-tight. Oh gosh what was that piece of clothing anyways? He might as well have worn nothing since you could see everything anyways.
"I-uh-am just… really interested in yoga," Blaine replied dumbly, something he seemed to be doing a lot more than usual.
"So am I," Santana purred back as she let her eye linger on a very different form with braided blonde hair. She sighed in appreciation and glanced back at Blaine. "There's just something so sexy about it, don't you think?
Blaine opened his mouth to reply but quickly shut it again. In the background he heard the sound of the instructor's voice, 'now push your hips down to the mat as you exhale. Then pull your hip back up, then back down again.' His head snapped back in alarm and he dragged his eyes across the Kurt's slim back. Under the dark clothes, he could almost see the outline of every muscle rippling as the boy moved.
However, he forced himself to look away again, frustrated in too many ways for it to be comfortable. "I… don't see Kurt like that."
Santana rolled her eyes at his denial; however, the more she considered his words as she watched him silently, the more she realized.
She tightened her hand around herself and willed herself to speak. "I fell in love with my best friend, you know."
Blaine whipped his head over to stare at the girl in surprise; however, Santana had her eyes focused on Brittany with her brows furrowed in pain.
"By the time I stopped lying to myself, it was too late," she continued, casting her eyes to the ground nervously, uncomfortable with even thinking about it let alone confessing to a near-stranger. However, if she could save Kurt and Blaine from the dance she and Brittany found themselves in, wasn't it worth it? "And it hurts… both of us."
Blaine found him unable to reply. Denial kept him from relating to story to himself; however, the pain in his chest told him otherwise. He let a thoughtful silence fall between them. Blaine looked at the girl with in a new light. He no longer saw arrogance or bitchiness; instead, he realized all that was covering a pain and fear that he found himself understanding. Maybe Kurt being friends with them wasn't that strange after all.
Santana suddenly made a surprised sound and amusement laced through her sensual voice. "Oh my. Kurt is very flexible," she made a thoughtful and appreciative sound, "must be from all the cheerleading."
Oh yes, very flexible. He didn't know Kurt could make his leg bend that way… wait—Blaine's head snapped to Santana for the millionth time today. Did the girl just say cheerleading? He glanced back over and couldn't help but imagine Kurt doing high-kicks and flips and oh-lord in a cheerleading outfit.
AN: Reviews loved, as always. It's like crack and inspiration mixed in one. Love it.
NEXT: Kurt has a sexylicious epiphany and is in awe at the power of sex appeal. Poor Blaine didn't even see it coming.