I'm finally back with another prompt for you all! Prompted by slytherin-until-i-die:

I would love to read a Klaine fic where one of the guys has done something to royally piss off the other and a heated argument suddenly turns to lust.

I had an idea for what they could be angry about, but then I decided it would be better served in a different prompt that will be coming later, so for this I decided to merge it into the Prom Queen episode. I always felt like Kurt rather ignored Blaine's sense of comfort with his insistent pushy-ness about going to the prom, and he never really addressed Sadie-Hawkins, so I tried to resolve that here. This one-shot picks up right after Kurt shows off the kilt to Blaine and Burt, and then storms out of the room. I haven't watched Prom Queen in months, so sorry for any inaccuracies that might be here.

Kilt

Blaine stared after Kurt's angrily retreating back and sighed heavily, Kurt's indignant parting words lingering in his ears. "If you don't want to join me, I completely understand," he'd snapped in a tone that was defensive and hurt but certainly not understanding. Blaine listened to Kurt's feet thumping in rapid succession up the stairs to his bedroom, and cast an apologetic glance at Burt, who was seated next to him on the couch, looking far more relaxed than Blaine could believe possible under the circumstances.

Blaine was already half out of his seat and was just rising to follow Kurt when Mr. Hummel's voice arrested him, "Not yet."

"Excuse me?" Blaine asked, his brow furrowing at this unexpected remark.

"Don't try to follow him just yet. He'll still be too mad to listen to you." It wasn't ideal for Blaine and Kurt to share their first argument in front of Kurt's dad, but Burt only chuckled at the rather mortified expression on Blaine's face, and Blaine smiled tentatively back as he relaxed into the couch again, deciding to accept the advice without question.

"It's not that I don't want to go to prom with him," Blaine said, wondering vaguely what part of him had decided this was something Mr. Hummel - gruff, reserved, and unexpressive - would want to hear, but curiously unable to stop himself from explaining. "And it's not that I don't want to be seen with someone wearing a kilt, either."

Burt laughed again, more heartily this time, and when Finn yelled from the kitchen, voice muffled by what was clearly a mouthful of food, "I wouldn't blame you if that was why, man!" Blaine couldn't help but join in.

"Don't worry about it," Burt said, patting Blaine's shoulder lightly. "I don't know you that well, but you got me to tell my own kid that he matters, and you make Kurt happy, so you can relax," he said, looking mildly pleased with himself for producing such a speech. "It's not really about the prom for Kurt either. He just wants someone he can do stuff with other than fix cars and watch football."

"I know," Blaine sighed. "I just wasn't brought up to be so flamboyant, gay or otherwise. I'm more classic." He bit his lip and looked warily at Mr. Hummel, hoping that his words hadn't come off as offensive. As outgoing and open as he'd been with Burt, he wasn't about to divulge the real reason he didn't want to attract so much attention at prom, the fear that doing so would result in a repeat of Sadie Hawkins.

To Blaine's immense relief, Burt snorted and muttered, "Flamboyant - that's Kurt, for sure." He caught sight of Blaine casting impatient glances at the stairs, and nodded. "It's been five minutes, I'd say it's safe to go up."

Blaine rubbed his hands on his thighs and made his way up the stairs, suppressing a wry smile when Burt called after him, "Door stays open!" It was unlikely that Kurt would want anything to do with him, let alone something that necessitated a closed door.

He paused outside the closed door to Kurt's room and hesitated, listening cautiously. He was just considering the many good reasons not to enter when Finn's voice drifted up the stairs, calling playfully, "Are you just standing there? You're afraid of Kurt, aren't you!"

The light mockery was enough to get Blaine to rap lightly on the door, calling quietly, "Kurt?"

There was a muffled sound, and then Kurt's voice said, low, "What do you want?"

"Can we talk?" Blaine asked, struggling to keep a pleading tone out of his voice.

"It's fine, you don't have to do that. I get it."

Blaine fought not to roll his eyes and leaned his back against the door, figuring that this would be a while. "I'm not here because I think I'm obligated."

"Really? Because that's the only reason Finn comes knocking after we fight." Kurt answered with a short, humorless laugh.

"Luckily for you, you're not dating Finn."

The door suddenly opened from behind Blaine, and he gave a muffled shout and grabbed at the door frame to stay upright. He turned around, warily meeting the steely, unyielding gaze he received from Kurt. Kurt watched Blaine struggle expressionlessly and then crossed over to sit on the edge of his bed, crossing both his arms and his legs. The top of Kurt's prom outfit was lying on the bed, and on a small table nearby was a glass box of shiny black sequins, leaving Kurt in the skirt of the kilt and a white button down shirt.

"I get it," Kurt said, his eyes chilling and narrowing. "I express who I am. I'm not afraid to be myself. Maybe that's too much for some people."

Blaine's thick eyebrows furrowed, and he frowned, surprised at the ice in Kurt's voice. "I don't know what you mean," he said quietly, taken aback. "You think you're 'too much for me?'"

"I don't know, am I?" Kurt snapped. "You went to an elitist private school where you're all so proud of your identical perfect blazers, and you can't think any further than the Top 40 for song choices, and you're all terrified to be different, so maybe I am! It's not that hard to feel safe in a place where everyone is exactly alike!"

Blaine recoiled as if he'd been struck and backed up slowly until his back bumped gently against the wall. Kurt knew now - he knew about Sadie Hawkins and Blaine had assumed that with it came an understanding that Blaine wasn't just another privileged kid with parents willing to buy his way into an Ivy League university.

Kurt sprang up from the bed the moment Blaine moved and followed after him, eyes blazing, angrier than Blaine could remember ever seeing him, more so even than when Blaine had spilled coffee on Kurt's white Prada cardigan. "You want to walk away? You want to back out of this because I decided to wear something a little unconventional to my prom? Fine. Then go."

"You think that this is because I'm ashamed of you, that I don't want to spend time with you because of what you're wearing?"

"Why else would it be? The more I've talked about this, the more you look like you want to turn and bolt! We don't all want to spend our lives in underwhelming tuxes with conservative thin black ties! Some people think that standing out and being noticed is a good thing!"

Suddenly everything was too close, too smothering, too chokingly tight for Blaine to bear, and all he could see and hear and feel was Kurt, the furious set of his mouth and the flare of his nostrils as he exhaled loudly, his hot breath washing against Blaine's face. And then, before he knew what was happening, Blaine was leaning forward, closing the short gap Kurt had left between them in an instant and crushing his lips against Kurt's.

"You honestly believe I don't think you would look perfect in whatever you wore to prom?" Blaine growled furiously against Kurt. "I'm not the one who cares about clothes. I don't mind wearing identical blazers to school every day because I don't express myself that way. You could go in rags for all I care, and you'd still be the most handsome guy there." Blaine's mouth moved along the length of Kurt's jaw and paused to nudge at his ear and snarl, "Not everything is about you. Try to understand for once that I'm not over the moon about this prom for reasons that have nothing to do with you. Is that too much of a stretch for your imagination?"

Blaine heard Kurt's sharp intake of breath and - wondering in a panic if in his frustration he'd gone too far - his hands stilled where they'd been gripping Kurt's waist just above the row of buttons along the band of Kurt's kilt. When Kurt only stiffened further, Blaine looked up to see Kurt staring as if right through him, his eyes fixed on something beyond Blaine.

Behind him, Blaine heard Mr. Hummel clear his throat gruffly and mutter something that sounded vaguely like, "Well, you did keep the door open."

Blaine's hands left Kurt's skin as if they'd been burned, and he stared in horror at Burt, who looked torn between wanting to shout at them and wanting to turn and leave as quickly as possible. "It looks like you two are getting along now," he commented in a strangled voice.

"Yes!" Blaine answered quickly, just as Kurt crossed his arms and said simultaneously, "No."

They exchanged a frustrated glance, and Burt cleared his throat loudly and nodded, trying and failing to appear as though he was in control of the situation. "Well I'll… leave you to it, I guess…" he muttered, trailing off and then hurrying down the stairs.

"We're not 'getting along,'" Kurt said, stepping back, widening the distance between himself and Blaine. "What is your issue with going to the prom with me?"

"It's not you that's bothering me. It's the fact that it's a prom."

Kurt frowned and opened and closed his mouth, apparently dumbstruck. "But you love big, romantic gestures," Kurt said blankly. "A prom is exactly that."

"I already told you. Sadie Hawkins. They beat me up." Blaine crossed his arms, hating that he had to admit this again, that somehow the first time wasn't enough.

"But you're… you," Kurt said ineloquently.

Blaine raised his eyebrows and smirked. "Excuse me?"

"You're Blaine, you have it together, you go around picking people up off their feet after they've been knocked down and telling them to have courage and sending them on their way, but you're afraid of a prom. I didn't think you'd really let getting shoved into a couple lockers keep you away from a rite of passage like this." The anger had drained from Kurt's face, but the expression of blank shock and disillusionment that replaced it reminded Blaine why he'd been so reluctant to blur the lines between the roles of mentor and lover in the first place.

"It wasn't a couple of lockers," he mumbled, looking determinedly at a short bit of black thread clinging to Kurt's chest. "I was in the hospital. The boy I went with had a concussion and was there for four weeks. That's why I transferred to Dalton."

Kurt's face paled, and he sank slowly back down onto the bed, biting his lip and refusing to meet Blaine's eyes, apparently speechless. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. I should have paid more attention when you told me about that dance. I didn't know it was serious."

Blaine sighed, unclenching fists he didn't realize he'd formed and moving to sit next to Kurt on the bed, carefully setting aside the nearly-finished kilt to make room. "It's not your fault -"

"Yes, it is," Kurt interrupted angrily. "You listen to me going on about every petty argument I have with Rachel, and I could even be bothered to figure out what really happened to you at public school."

"It takes two," Blaine smiled gently. "I hadn't really wanted you to hear everything; you'd have listened if I told you."

"We really don't have to go to prom," Kurt offered, finally meeting Blaine's eyes. "I mean it this time. I truly don't mind."

"And let all this hard work go to waste?" Blaine asked, widening his eyes in mock horror as he gestured at the black folds of fabric Kurt had created. He raised his hand and curved it around Kurt's cheekbone. "I love you, and I'm more proud of you than you know. You went back. I want to do the same."

Kurt opened his mouth to protest, but Blaine grinned and held a finger lightly up to Kurt's lips. "Nope, you have to listen to me now," he grinned. "I want to walk into McKinley holding your hand, and let everyone look at us together, and know that they're staring because you're wearing the nicest outfit at the prom, not because we're gay."

Seeing the hesitation on Kurt's face, Blaine smirked and said, "You wouldn't take away a rite of passage from me, would you?"

A slow smile formed around Kurt's lips in response and Blaine grinned back, leaning forward to whisper in Kurt's ear, "Why don't we finish the kilt together now? There's a lot about it I didn't have a chance to appreciate before."

I know there wasn't much lust there, hope I didn't disappoint. So I've noticed that I get fewer reviews each time I update... I hope my writing isn't getting progressively worse. Please review!