Sexy101: With You

AN: I'm sorry for taking so long to get this chapter out! The reviews I've gotten were, as always, amazing! I'm glad the last chapter was still well received by many. But hopefully the wait has paid off. This chapter is longer and, in my opinion, more delicious! There is also my favorite Santana/Kurt/Blaine moment mixed in.

After not hearing from Santana for a few days, Kurt began to get slightly worried. It was not as though he was accustomed to hearing from her frequently; however, he thought that she would have liked to know how the whole Britney sexy dance had gone by. Actually, he was also looking forwards to seeing people's reactions. The council was supposed to deliberate over the weekend and since they had nothing really to do until that was decided, Friday rehearsals were canceled. Therefore, he was happily home early today.

"Kurt, there's someone here to see you," He perked up at the sound of his dad's voice. He grabbed his phone, wondering if he had missed a text from Blaine or Mercedes or someone; however, nothing. Shrugging, he checked his hair before hopping down the stairs to the front door.

"Who is it, dad?" Kurt asked as he peaked into the living room to catch a glimpse of the figure standing at the door. "Santana?"

After coaxing the girl into his house, Kurt began to notice how out of character she was acting which worried him. What had happened? Nothing good, that's for sure. After all, bringing down the feisty girl took monumental effort. For that reason, horrifying images popped up in his mind, memories of days at McKinley resurfaced.

Bullying him for being gay was one thing; however, Santana was a girl. No matter that the case may be. Harming her for being different was unspeakable. Kurt may be gay; however, he still grew up as guy. And it was infused in their minds that harming a girl was just wrong.

His hand tightened around the shirt in his hand, angry at the mere thought. Kurt was now sitting on his bed, folding some clothes he had finished washing that day as he waited for Santana to speak. He concluded it was indeed a bullying issue. After all, why else seek him out? Then again, from the hesitation she showed, she probably didn't even mean to find herself at his door. But he was glad she did. After all, they were friends now and he cared about her.

Kurt perked up when he heard a familiar song from his iPod player and grinned, realizing how perfect this song was for the moment. He walked over and turned up the volume causing Santana to give him an odd look. He smiled at her and he started dancing. He pointed at her as he sang with the music.

My mama told me when I was young

We're all born superstars

He started moving towards her as he sang.

She rolled my hair, put my lipstick on

In the glass of her boudoir

He held out his hands towards her with a smile causing Santana to laugh. The smile on her lips was soft as she let her hands slip into his and let him pulled her off the bed. She shook her head in amusement when he sang directly to her.

'There's nothin' wrong with who you are'

She said, 'Cause He made you perfect, babe'

'So hold your head up, girl and you'll go far,

Listen to me when I say"

Now, Santana chimed in with a smile, singing along with Kurt and letting herself dance and laugh with him.

I'm Beautiful in a way

'Cause God makes no mistakes

I'm on the right track, Baby

I was born this way

They danced and sang and let all the hate they had experienced in their young lives fall into their performance. They laughed together and felt their hearts slowly mend as a mutual understanding fueled their friendship.

No matter gay, straight or bi

Lesbian, transgendered life

I'm on the right track, baby

I was born to survive

And soon the song fell to an end.

I'm on the right track, baby

I was born this way, hey!

They looked each other, laughed, and shared a tight hug. Kurt hopped over to turn down the music as another song slowly filtered through the speakers. He glanced over and noticed that Santana was now sitting with a thoughtful expression on his bed. He moved over and sat beside her.

"How do you do it, Kurt?" She suddenly asked as she leaned her head to the side and let it fall onto his shoulder.

Kurt leaned his own head on top of hers. "Do what?"

"Stay so strong."

Kurt slowly lifted his head again and glanced at her with a worried expression. "Being gay?"

"All the looks, the hate, and the whispers behind your back… how do you deal with it all?"

He sighed softly and let his eyes flicker down to his feet as they dangled off the side of the bed. "Because I know that half of them are jealous at how amazing I am and the other half are ignorant Neanderthals."

Santana made an amused sound as she lifted her head from his shoulder to look at him.

Kurt continued. "But the truth is, there will always going to be people whispering behind your back, hating you, even when you're straight. Sure it's turned up a few dramatic notches when you're different… namely gay. However, it's the same deal. You don't give a shit about them because they don't matter. You have to focus on yourself and the people who truly care about you like you friends." Kurt grinned and nudged her shoulder. "Like me."

Santana smiled at him with her brows furrowed, tears forming and pooling on the tips of her lashes.

"There's going to be a day when we're both going to be famous and we're going to looked back at this moment and laugh, wondering how anyone could have convinced us we were capable of anything less."

"It'll get better?"

"That's what they tell me… and I'm convinced." He grinned, "I mean, it's already getting better. I have an awesome new friend that teaches me the ways of sex appeal." Santana had to laugh at that.

They shared a moment of thoughtful quiet before Kurt suddenly perked up. "I have a great idea of something we can do to forget about brainless idiots in our lives. In fact, I think you'll be quite proud of my sexy, ingenious plan."

Slowly, the old foxy Santana reappeared as she grinned in approval and raised a suggestive eyebrow. "I'm assuming you'll also be texting Blainey-boy and inviting his sweet ass over?"

-glee-

Blaine turned along the familiar streets to Kurt's house. The boy had insisted to come over to help Santana. Apparently the young woman was having bullying problems at McKinley, a scene Blaine was all too familiar with. He was, obviously, happy to help where he could.

When he pulled up to the house, he noticed the garage open causing him to glance around the front lawn and driveway, wondering if someone was outside. As he opened his door and slipped out of his car, his eyes widened.

From behind the car in the driveway, Kurt came darting to the other side of the car completely shirtless, letting out a death-defying shriek. On the other side of the car, Santana stood with a shirt (probably Kurt's) in one hand and the hoes in another. There was an evil smirk on the girl's face as she said something across the car that made Kurt shake his head in defiance.

However, those detailed observations was getting thing very off-topic. The real issue Blaine would like to focus on was the fact that Kurt Hummel was shirtless. And when he said shirtless, it meant that he could clearly see the pale chest, smooth pecks, flat stomach… and oh sweet Pavoratti, why was the world so cruel—or kind?

Not only was Kurt half-naked but he was also drenched. Blaine's mouth hung open as he tried to follow a bead of water trail down the chest and into—he swallowed with much difficulty—the unspeakable and sadly still-covered parts of Kurt's body.

"Blaine!"

It must have been quite a sight the way both Blaine and Kurt seemed to jump noticeably at Santana's voice. The two boy's eyes instantly met and somewhere where it's very cold, another iceberg melted. Poor baby penguins.

Kurt instantly flushed and ran to the other side of the car again, trying to grab the shirt that Santana had stolen during their water war. However, the young women merely escaped his grasp and ran towards Blaine. Kurt cursed.

Blaine started numbly making his way over, trying to focus on keeping one foot in front of the next which was oddly difficult mostly since he was in no way watching where his feet where. No, instead, he was much too focused on Kurt and probably gaping like a fish.

"Are you here to help us wash Kurt's car?"

Blaine slowly tore his eyes away from Kurt's and glanced at Santana. He swallowed when noticing his throat was dry and unable to make much noise beyond a squawk. "I…. am." He said slowly as though still not processing what Santana was saying to him.

"Here!" Blaine looked down at his hands as Santana shoved something in them. It took a moment as he finally realized that he was holding onto Kurt's shirt—the shirt that had been on Kurt's wet, beautiful body—the shirt that Kurt was currently not wearing.

"Uhhhh," he made an odd sound; however, Santana already danced away. "I'll be right back!" She muttered over her shoulder as she disappeared into the house.

Now Blaine also began to realize that he was outside alone with Kurt. Scratch that, a half-naked Kurt. He swallowed nervously as he tried to appear casual and cross the driveway to where Kurt was still trying to subtly hide behind his black car.

"I think this is yours?" He reached out with the hand that held Kurt's shirt. He stopped a little way away from the car which probably forces Kurt to walk out and into Blaine's view. He didn't do it intentionally! Right?

Kurt slowly made his way out and took timid steps towards his friend with his arms across his chest and his cheeks hot.

Blaine, on the other hand, tried very, very hard to keep his eyes from wandering… too far. But it was natural to glance. Okay, maybe the amount of time spent dragging his gaze across Kurt's form already flew so far pass the term 'glance' that it was horrifying. But who could blame him? He was a healthy boy who had an unnatural desire to jump the boy in front of him… right, healthy.

"Thanks," Kurt muttered as he snatched up the wet shirt as quickly as he could. He tried to unfold the offending object as quickly as humanly possible; however, for anyone who had tried to put on a wrinkled wet shirt, it was not a fast or easy task.

While the boy was focusing his attention on his shirt, Blaine's hormonal boy-ness caused his eyes to snatch up ever little uncovered detail about Kurt's upper body. Muscles rippled as Kurt tried to unfold the shirt at every angle possible. The muscles that lay across Kurt's stomach contracted attractively as he lifted his arms up to shake out his shirt. Blaine felt his jaw sack and his breath shorten. When had Kurt looked more sexy and edible?

"Do you need help?" Blaine asked in a dark, husky tone.

Kurt froze his arms half-in his shirt and turned his eyes to Blaine. The look on the other boy's face was nothing short of predatory. Kurt subconsciously shifted backwards and he could have sworn that Blaine's eyes darkened at the movement. Kurt's flight instinct screamed across his body. At the same time, some deliciously morbid part of his mind insisted that he take a step forwards instead. Just to see what would happen. "I'm—huh—"

However, before his could decide on his own. Blaine took a step forwards. Kurt's heart nearly failed or should have failed considering how fast it was beating. He looked up hesitantly as Blaine slowly helped Kurt slip on the shirt.

Blaine's hands brought Kurt's arm up and slowly dragged the shirt down arms, head, and torso. His dark amber eyes dragged over every inch of skin the shirt touched then slowly lifted them up to Kurt's face. As soon as the shirt was on, he stepped back and smiled in a way that made Kurt' nearly melt on the spot if he wasn't goo already.

"I think I found the right cleaning stuff. Your dad handed it to me," Santana's voice interrupted the moment causing Kurt to jump nearly a mile back and nearly collide with the back of his car. Blaine smiled and calmly walked towards Santana to help her with the bucket and such.

Regardless of the original nefarious intention behind it, washing his car turn out to be fun. The three fell into beat with each other. Kurt brought out his boom box and started his playlist which resulted in the three of them singing and dancing and washing all at the same time. The lack of productiveness was far too amusing to be worrisome.

As 'Raise Your Glass' came on, Blaine dragged Santana to dance with him as he sang the familiar solo. Kurt laughed, slipping into his Warbler black-up lines as he twirled himself with the beat of the music.

Santana brightened when 'Valerie' was heard and she dragged Kurt with her as she pushed Blaine to back up against the car playfully before she and Kurt went through some steps of swing-dancing before slipping on the water and nearly falling. They burst into laughter, holding each other up.

They shared a ridiculous rendition of 'Forget You' that ending up in a soap-throwing, water-hosing war. Kurt, trying to save Santana from Blaine, slipped and crashed into the two causing all three of them to fall. Kurt and Santana, unfortunately for the lead warbler, landed on Blaine.

"Oh my Gaga, we killed him!" Kurt gasped as he scrambled up onto his knees to check on the groaning man.

Santana, on the other hand, was trying to regain control of the water hose that was now flying across the driveway.

"Ow," Blaine muttered as Kurt helped him up. "My head! No—wait… my back or legs or maybe everything."

"You're back? Oh gosh, it's not broken is it?" Unknown to the frantic boy, Kurt more or less started to feel Blaine up. Blaine had groaned again but for a very, very different reason this time.

"Kurt!" He tried to grab the soprano's attention but to no avail. He jumped when a hand lingers a little too closely to his privates as he grabbed Kurt's arm and this time his tone dropped a few dark notches. "Kurt."

Kurt slowly looked up, realized and jumped up, blushing profusely. "Sorry," he muttered in a rush.

"Kurt, hose!" Santana cries causing Kurt to glance over, laugh, and then go to turn off the water.

As soon as the insanity was under control, Kurt and Santana sat down onto the floor on either side of Blaine, slightly out of breath. After a moment, they laughed together and sat quietly, enjoying the sound of Rent in the background.

"This was fun," Santana finally spoke up with a timid smile. Blaine and Kurt smiled back.

"A little painful too," Blaine replied in amusement, wincing as he touched the forming bump on the back of his head.

"Oh Gosh. I'm still really sorry about that," Kurt muttered as he touched Blaine's head in worry. Blaine subconsciously leaned towards Kurt's fingers and his longing gaze lingered on Kurt's face.

Santana watched and smiled softly.

As the song from Rent died down, a buzzing and odd beats could be heard. Santana instantly perked up. "I think that's my phone!" She jumped up to retrieve her electronic device.

Kurt watched her leave with a soft expression. Blaine seemed to notice (not that he was staring) and looked over also. "So what happened?"

"She got slushied for the first time today."

"I though the glee club at your school always got 'slushied'."

"Never Brit or Santana. They were always still considered 'cool' and had a certain type of immunity," Kurt slowly frowned. "I don't think it's that. I think it's more of the fact they did it because they found out she was a lesbian."

Blaine nodded slowly in understanding. "She'll be fine. She seems like a strong girl."

Kurt looked unconvinced and frowned. "I hope so."

Blaine smiled at the concern that crossed the other boy's face. His love and compassion towards his friends was beautiful. And then Blaine really looked at the boy in front of him. The boy was so moral, so compassionate, so beautiful and perfect. How anyone could not recognize that was beyond Blaine. How he didn't notice it was also beyond him now also. He was a real idiot, wasn't he?

"She's not alone," Blaine finally replied. Kurt looked over with a soft expression and smiled with those beautiful lips.

Santana came back with a fresh towel (probably from Carol) across her shoulder. She also had a sad smile on her lips. Kurt instantly stepped up to her as Blaine stood. "Is everything okay?"

Santana nodded to Kurt as she spoke softly, "It was Sam. He's at my house." Kurt gave her a questioning look which she shook her head lightly at, "I think I need to have a little talk with him and maybe try to give him a chance. I'm…it's just that I'm still trying to figure things out."

"It's never wrong to ask questions; to keep figuring things out," They both glanced at Blaine when he spoke.

"And we'll be here no matter what happens," Kurt followed up.

Santana smiled and gave Kurt a strong squeeze of a hug. "Thank you guys." She gave them both a soft kiss on the cheek before departing with a light wave. "I'll give back your towel later, Kurt." She called over her shoulder.

-glee-

"Thanks for letting me borrow a shirt." Blaine appeared from his bathroom clad in one of his bigger shirts.

Kurt froze at the sight, his comb in mid-brush. He felt like a deer caught in head-lights; the headlights being the fact the perfect, amazing Blaine Anderson was currently wearing his shirt. Not to mention Blaine's hair looked absolutely delicious. It reminded him of that day Blaine got drunk at Rachel's party which in itself was a bad memory aside from the fact he loved the bed-hair look. Wait—didn't Blaine wake up in his bed the next morning? Good memory restored.

"Um you're welcome," Kurt stuttered out as he continued to fix his hair.

Blaine sat down next to him and watched quietly making Kurt fidget lightly, glancing at the other boy with a curious look. "What?"

A sheepish grin passed over the boy's lips.

"Nothing

Your smile reminded me of…"

Kurt rolled his eyes but smiled regardless. "I always remind people of… who is he?"

Blaine fell silent, the song playing on in his head but different words needed to be spoken this moment. "Kurt," he finally said which caused the other boy to perk up in question. Blaine shifted forwards in his seat and breathed in deeply.

He placed his hand over Kurt's causing the boy to tense up in anticipation. Blaine stared softly at the boy before him and felt jittery as he worked up the courage to speak. "I realized something this week."

Kurt searched Blaine's eyes frantically, trying to figure out where this was going, trying to not hope too much in case his heart gets dropped and broken again.

"You are a compassionate, beautiful, sexy," Blaine grinned softly, "and amazing person. I … was a fool to have missed what was right before my eyes." Blaine's hands tightened around Kurt's hands.

Kurt sucked a shaky breath in, his eyes fluttered gently as his heart jumped in his chest.

"I… want to be with you," Blaine whispered finally, softly, with emotion that like thunder ragged between their bodies. Slowly, he stood slightly, leaned forwards and pressed his lips against Kurt's.

Kurt tensed and froze in shock. However, soon delight bubbled in his chest and his other hand dropped the comb he was holding losing to cup Blaine's face and lean into the kiss more. Tongues timidly touch and Kurt's body loosened into a warm wonderful mess. After what seemed like eternity of bliss, both boys slowly parted in a breathless pant, cheeks flushed and heart racing.

Kurt's eyes fluttered again and his chest rose and fell heavily. His lips were pouted and red but felt and tasted wonderful. He vaguely realized how Blaine's hands were still on his own. He gazed timidly towards Blaine's shy appearance. "Was it the 'sexy' that finally won you over?" He asked with a shaky smile.

Blaine's hot gaze dragged over Kurt's flushed face and lips again and felt desire beam within him all over again, the memory of their kiss still fresh and wonderful in his mind. "I think it was the 'Kurt' part," Blaine whispered back and in that same breath, both boys leaned forwards again to meet in a hotter and more desperate kiss.

AN: KLAINE KISS. HECK YA! I melted and died when I saw that on TV. This is totally dedicated to that amazing moment ever to have happened on glee. This is also, obviously, my little spin-off and twist to what happened so that it actually kinda fits my story in case you noticed some parallels.

Also, sorry if there are any mistakes. It got kinda late and I really wanted to post it up soon! :D

I think I'm actually going to dedicate the next chapter to the warblers and their reactions to Kurt's sexy and the new Klaine relationship. I love those boys. As always, reviews are loved and suggestions are so utterly awesome!