This prompt is from Strangeangelsxx, who was totally awesome and gave me not one, but ten prompts! So thank you for that, you're amazing! Here it is:

Blaine finds Kurt's New Directions performance (because everyone has to do at least one of those stories haha, it's like a right of passage in Klaine fandom or something).

Right of passage though it may be, I'm sorry to confess that I wasn't sure exactly what you meant by this, so I just wrote something that I hope is what you intended for me to do. It doesn't have much of a plot, it's mainly fluff.

Disclaimer: This chapter mentions Beyonce's Single Ladies, which I obviously do not own. Oh, and it also references Teenage Dream by Katy Perry. And the rating should probably be a little bit higher for this chapter, but it's nothing major.

While we're on the subject of disclaimers, I wasn't all that pleased with how this chapter turned out, so sorry if you don't like it. The next one will be better. I promise.

Single Ladies

Blaine yawned widely and leaned back in the soft armchair he was seated in, propping his feet up on the coffee table before him and stretching as he looked around lazily at the warm furnishings of one of the many lavishly decorated break rooms at Dalton. His homework finally finished, he leaned forward and picked up his thin silver laptop from the table, opening up an internet browser and scrolling quickly through the unopened emails crowding the top of his inbox. He paused and cocked his head to the side when he saw something from Wes titled plainly "just watch."

Arching an eyebrow, Blaine opened it and stared dubiously at the single line of the email - a link to a video. He settled deeper into the rich-smelling brown leather of his seat and clicked on the link, his curiosity aroused. He was surprised when the easily recognizable sound of Beyonce's Single Ladies - not Wes's usual taste in music - filled his ears, and his eyes widened even more as the video opened with a slim, milky-white hand tapping against a very firm, black clad thigh. A familiar hand and thigh. The camera zoomed out, and Blaine's breath caught in his throat as the screen revealed Kurt, dressed in a sequined black outfit and dancing to the music with Brittany and Tina on either side of him.

Blaine knew instantly that this black-and-white video was from before he'd known Kurt; it was clear in the shorter hair and the round-faced innocence that was present in the performance despite the nature of the song. Blaine leaned forward, his exhaustion of a few moments ago forgotten as his eyes roved over Kurt, following Kurt's too-tight black jeans up his long legs and marveling at the way he was able to thrust his hips so perfectly in time to the song. His gaze progressed upwards, along the black, sequined material that clung to Kurt's lean body in all the right places, displaying his figure sleekly. As Blaine watched, he became faintly aware that someone had just entered the room, but his eyes didn't flicker from the screen as he watched Kurt twitch his shoulders and flip a hand clad in an unmatched black glove back and forth before skimming his fingertips along the forelock of his hair. Blaine's attention was drawn back downwards as Kurt patted his bottom quickly and then moved his hand back up to curl around his hipbone. Blaine's eyes shone lustily as he wondered how one person could be so erotic and yet so innocently adorable at the same time.

"Oh, God, please tell me that you're not really watching that," a soft, laughing voice broke into Blaine's thoughts.

Blaine startled and paused the video, looking up with surprise to see Kurt - impossibly even more beautiful in actuality - standing a few feet behind him and staring over his shoulder with a mixture of horror and amusement, his hand against his mouth as if it could hide the blush creeping up his neck and pooling in his cheeks. Blaine stood up and tugged Kurt's hand away from his mouth, slipping his arms around his slim waist and trapping Kurt's mouth with his lips.

"Skin tight jeans, indeed, Kurt," Blaine growled under his breath, remembering his very first serenade to Kurt and nuzzling his face into the tender skin below Kurt's ear. "And you told me you had the sex appeal of a baby penguin."

"Blaine, what were you doing watching that?" Kurt moaned.

Blaine ignored this and whispered huskily into Kurt's ear, "I actually believed you after those faces you made in the Animal performance. Apparently," - Blaine drew away slightly so that he could lean his forehead against Kurt's - "I've grossly underestimated you, Warbler Hummel. I love you."

"Me, or my infamous dance moves?"

Blaine pretended to pause to think before murmuring, "Both."

The heat from Kurt's face was nearly tangible, and Blaine kissed the tip of Kurt's small, upturned nose and then moved his mouth down to Kurt's soft, full lips. He chuckled into Kurt's mouth and moved his hands up from where they were resting on Kurt's hips to wrap his arms around Kurt's waist, giving him a gentle squeeze and then letting go, aware - even though Kurt was kissing back with enough enthusiasm - that he was distracted and had plenty to say about the fact that Blaine had been snooping on his performance.

"Mmm," Kurt hummed. "Why'd you stop?" he asked, eyes closed happily.

Blaine braced himself as he said, "Because half of you is still hung up on that video."

Kurt's eyes flew open, already glaring. "Right. How'd you get that?"

Blaine coughed nervously as Kurt planted a hand on his hip, eyes narrowing. "Someone sent it to me," he answered, wanting to preserve Wes's anonymity.

It was too late - Kurt had snatched Blaine's laptop and looked at the email, which was still open. "Wes has it coming to him at rehearsal tomorrow," Kurt growled, the perfect chill in his voice betrayed by the warmth in his clear blue eyes, letting Blaine know that Kurt wasn't truly mad.

"You're the one who put it on the internet," Blaine pointed out.

"Actually, no, that would be Brittany. She thought it was good."

Blaine laughed loudly as Kurt looked on with exasperation. "It was very good."

"I look ridiculous." Kurt peeked at the frozen image on the video where it had been paused, and shuddered. "That was from ages ago. I need to get Brittany to take that down."

"No, don't," Blaine protested vehemently.

"So that you can keep on watching it? Just a better reason for me to take it down."

Blaine sighed and grumbled, "Can I at least watch the rest of it? I never finished."

"My dad walked in right after that part, there wasn't much else to see."

Kurt's tone had revealed more than his words, and Blaine furrowed his eyebrows and cocked his head suspiciously. "Why would your dad mind?"

"I meant it when I said it was from ages ago - I hadn't even come out yet. He still wanted me to do 'guy' things. In fact, the day after that I joined the football team, and proceeded to demand that they dance on the field to loosen up."

Blaine smirked. "And how well did that go?" he joked sarcastically.

"Actually, quite well. We did dance." Kurt said, a hint of pride in his voice. "And won," he added, almost as an afterthought.

Blaine shook his head in amazement. "Do you ever not get your way?"

Kurt grinned mischievously and murmured, "Rarely. Now, as fun as that dance was with Brittany and Tina, I do believe I'd enjoy it even more with you."

Blaine's eyes widened, but before he could protest, Kurt had grabbed Blaine's hands and moved them into the pose at which the dance began.

"Come on." Kurt reached past Blaine to shift the video back to the beginning and then started it again. Music filled the room, and Blaine felt Kurt's hands return to guide his wrists as Kurt said, a smile in his voice, "Let's finish watching it together."

By the way, I might switch up the order that I do the prompts in, because I don't want my prompters to have to wait too long for theirs. So I might decide to alternate between the other prompts from Strangeangelsxx and ones from others. Review?