A/N: I am incredibly sorry for the delay, I will try to not let it happen ever again. Please feel free to yell at me if it does.

Chapter Four

"You look so fucking amazing tonight." Blaine growled in Kurt's ear as they started to dance together. Kurt shivered at the intensity in Blaine's voice. "Those pants. I just want to rip them off with my teeth. They are so damn tight." The image of Blaine doing just that flashed through his mind and Kurt could feel himself getting hard at the thought. Blaine's voice in that moment was the sexiest thing Kurt has ever heard in his life.

Kurt reached up and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck. He hung off of him like he was a stripper pole as they began to move rhythmically to the heavy bass around them. Blaine's hands wandered down to Kurt's hips gripping them tightly and following the movement there. Kurt whimpered softly as Blaine's thumbs pressed hard into his hip bones, afterward rubbing soothing circles.

Blaine pulled on his hips and Kurt stumbled forward a bit, his elbows bracing himself on Blaine's chest. Blaine's incredibly sculpted chest, Kurt realized and his heart was about to pound out of his own chest. Blaine smirked at the close proximity and Kurt resumed his earlier position wrapping his arms fully around Blaine's neck. Kurt could see Blaine leaning in and in the back of his mind he was telling Blaine to stop but in the moment Kurt did nothing. Kurt welcomed it. Who was he?

Blaine's lips graced Kurt's neck and he threw his head back, giving the boy more access. Blaine sucked gently on the soft skin under his jaw and Kurt moaned. Blaine hummed in appreciation at the sound and Kurt felt the vibration tickle his neck, he giggled a bit and Blaine broke away to stare at him. Kurt just muttered an apology and Blaine resumed his previous task. Blaine now was scraping his teeth along Kurt's neck and sucking gently here and there. Kurt just let it happen. He let himself fall apart under the boy's touch. As much as his brain was screaming and screaming at him to stop the situation, his body and – he would never admit – part of his heart, wanted it so bad.

Kurt was beginning to sweat and a quick glance around proved that it wasn't just him. To be honest, it kinda grossed him out as he was now aware of the other bodies around just brushing up against him. Kurt had pulled himself out of his little world and not even the boy sucking, no nipping, at his neck could pull him back in. Kurt reached a hand up and threaded it through the boy's curls and pulled gently. Blaine pulled away and raised an eyebrow in confusion. Kurt opened his mouth to explain himself but he doubted Blaine would hear over the music, that had gotten incredibly louder. How long had they been there for?

Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand with his own and dragged him over to the bar. He needed something to drink, now. Kurt ordered two shots of something, he wasn't really sure what, and Blaine just nodded and sat down on a stool. Kurt took a seat next to him, "Hey sorry. I had to get out of there." Kurt motioned towards the mass of bobbing bodies. Blaine just nodded again and Kurt sighed. This was a horrible situation. He instantly regretted letting Blaine kiss him like that.

Just as Kurt worked up the nerve to apologize, Blaine started talking, "Did anyone ever tell you that you are a great dancer?"

Kurt blushed, but just a bit before he replied, "Well I guess I have improved. I had this horrible shimmy move in high school." Kurt cringed at the flashback.

"You did not!" Blaine laughed, loud and bright. It made Kurt smile.

Kurt nodded, "I did and it was awful."

"I bet it was nothing. I had this weird shoulder shake." Blaine shuddered dramatically and this time it was Kurt's time to laugh.

"I can't imagine anything you do being weird." Kurt said innocently enough, hoping it didn't come off as hitting on him.

"Oh it was horrible." Blaine nodded, determined at the fact.

This light banter was easy and fun and this fact did not go unnoticed by Kurt. Why couldn't it be like this all the time? Why couldn't they just act like two people who had been best friends for years? Why did they have to have all this sexual tension and innuendos between them?

"Blaine, I-"

"Stop. I know what you are going to say. You are going to apologize for whatever happened tonight and say it was a mistake, correct?"

Kurt just nodded. Somehow the way Blaine put it made him feel guilty. "Yeah, but I also want to suggest that we be friends."

Blaine laughed, "Friends. Like you could do that."

"Excuse me?"

"You want me too much." Blaine smirked and his eyes sparkled.

"You want me more." Kurt snapped back, fighting like a two year old.

"Oh, so you don't deny it?" Blaine grinned, his eyes crinkling at the sides.

"Shut up." Kurt retorted and playfully pushed Blaine's arm.

"Let's go home," Blaine replied nonchalantly but that sparked something in Kurt. They way Blaine said home. It was their home now. Kurt had instantly regretted the situation but now welcomed it with open arms. Yeah, Blaine could be an asshole and a dick and a complete douche, but tonight something had changed. Blaine had become a normal person. He was still gorgeous and now there was no denying the chemistry between the two, but Kurt almost, just almost, considered him a friend.

"Yes, let's." Kurt smiled and Blaine hopped off the stool, taking Kurt's hand and pulling him with him. They left the club that way and hailed a taxi. Once inside, Blaine ripped his hand from Kurt's, almost like he was burned. Kurt wasn't that surprised by the random action. There was absolutely no way of telling what Blaine would do next and the unknown kinda enthralled Kurt.

Once home they settled on the couch to watch a movie but a half-hour in both boys were fast asleep. Kurt woke a little while later as the credits started to roll and he noticed that he was practically on top of Blaine, with Blaine's arm wrapped around him tight. He couldn't help but notice the way his head fit perfectly in the crook of Blaine's neck and how much he enjoyed the pleasant weight of Blaine's head on top of his own. Kurt's hand rested on Blaine's chest and he was curled up in a ball, pressed against him.

Kurt was about to fall back to sleep when he realized what was actually happening, he was cuddling with his roommate. The same roommate where hours ago he had claimed to wanting to be just friends, but nothing more. But friends could cuddle, couldn't they? Maybe but friends with intense sexual tension could definitely not cuddle. Kurt shot up and Blaine groaned next to him and opened his eyes, staring at Kurt.

"What? What's happening?" Blaine muttered sleepily and Kurt couldn't help but giggle at how adorable he looked. His curls were disheveled and his eyes were still glassy from sleep. "Why are you laughing?"

"No reason," Kurt said with a smile. "I think it's time to go to sleep."

"I was sleeping." Blaine snapped.

"I mean in our own beds and not together." Kurt said with a faint blush at the wording.

"But you are comfy." Blaine whined, trying to reach out and pull Kurt back to him. Kurt scooted back on the couch, avoiding the other boy's hands.

"Yeah, well too bad for you. Bed time." Kurt stood up and stretched his eyes high above his head. He noticed a little too late that his shirt rode up to reveal his stomach and Blaine was staring. Blaine was really staring. Kurt pulled his arms down fast, yanking his shirt down.

"Fine." Blaine muttered, his eyes flashing with anger and something else Kurt couldn't quite place. Blaine stood up and stormed off to his room. Kurt just shook his head in confusion, he would never understand that boy.

The next morning when Kurt woke up, this time in his own bed without his roommate, Blaine was already gone. Kurt found a sticky note on the fridge, much similar to the last one.

Early band practice.

Be back later.

-Blaine (your "friend")

P.S. I'm doing air quotes with my fingers as I write this.

Kurt couldn't stop the smile forming on his face. He gingerly pulled off the sticky note and kept it, just like the previous one. It wasn't as if Kurt was being creepy or something, he just planned on using them for blackmail later on, or that's what he kept telling himself.

A distant ringing distracted himself from his thoughts and Kurt recognized it as his cell phone. Kurt actually sprinted to his bedroom and jumped on the bed grabbing his phone just in time to see the name 'Blaine' flashing on the screen. Kurt sighed and tried to catch his breath before he pressed 'answer'. "Hello?"

"Hey. Don't bother cooking. I'm bringing home pizza and ice cream." There was a small pause before the voice continued, "and yes, you have to eat it, and no, you can't choose the toppings, we are getting pepperoni and bacon."

"You want to add anything else?" Kurt questioned with a raise of the brow even though he knew Blaine could not see him.

"You aren't fighting me on this." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. But Kurt felt the need to explain nonetheless.

"Bacon is my weakness." Kurt admitted and it was true. He couldn't say no to bacon, it was like a law.

"You probably shouldn't have told me that." Kurt could practically see the smirk through the phone that was almost guaranteed to be present on Blaine's face.

"Probably not." Kurt smiled.

A loud yell was heard through the phone and rustling of some sort, "Shit, I got to go. I'm being summoned by my band mates. Try not to miss me too much."

"I'm sure that won't be a problem." Kurt replied easily, quite liking the friendly banter they were doing. It was refreshing and anything but awkward.

"Keep telling yourself that, sweet cheeks."

Blaine hung up with a loud laugh before Kurt could yell at him for the nickname.

"Pizza!" Blaine yelled as he entered the apartment suddenly. Kurt was lazily stretched out in front of the television, sketchbooks thrown across the coffee table. Kurt had been trying to design something all day. This was something he did when he was bored and he kinda loved it. But today, nothing was coming to him and he was sick of it. He breathed a sigh of relief when Blaine came in, an excuse to get away from the useless work that in the end, was going to accomplish nothing because no one was going to see Kurt's designs.

Blaine displayed the pizza on the table, opening the lid. The scent filled the air and Kurt's mouth began to water. He hadn't ordered himself a pizza in so long. Blaine greedily took a couple slices and gestured to Kurt to do the same. Kurt didn't need to be told twice.

It was about a week later and it was another night of watching movies but this time the pair actually talked. It was Kurt's idea, if they were going to be friends, they needed to know each other a little better. It started off with favorite colors and animals and stuff like that. Then Blaine began to get a more personal and Kurt didn't mind too much, it was fun. Kurt had actually come to like the boy as a person. He hoped that Blaine thought the same way.

"First crush?" Blaine asked with a small smile and reached down to grab his glass of water.

Kurt waited until Blaine took a large sip and blurted out, "My step-brother."

Blaine coughed, sending bits of water everywhere and tried to swallow the remaining water in his mouth. Kurt started to laugh and was crying by the time Blaine had recovered, "Wait, what?"

"It was before he was my step-brother. I hooked our parents up hoping to spend more time with him, then our parents got married and he started dating one of my best friends."

Blaine squinted his eyes at Kurt, "You were an odd child."

"Still am." Kurt laughed and returned the question, "Who was your first crush?"

"My neighbor when I was ten. He turned me down, broke my heart." Blaine pouted dramatically and bat his long dark eyelashes at Kurt. Kurt didn't want anything more than to lean over and ravish the boy. He had to remind himself that it was his own idea that the two would be friends and nothing more.

Kurt shook the inappropriate thoughts out of his head and tried to act natural,"I'm sure your heart was broken at ten years old."

"Oh, it was. I was a sensitive child. Which is surprising, cause look at me now." Blaine gestured to himself and even stuck out his tongue to show off his piercing. Kurt stared at it for awhile and then looked away. Stop it, Kurt. It's a bad idea. Kurt hated the voice inside his head sometimes, but it was always right.

"You mean you being a jackass?" Kurt laughed.

"Ouch, I thought we were going to be friends." Blaine started to pout again and Kurt spoke up just to stop himself from staring.

"We are. Friends can call each other whatever they want."

"So I can call you a stuck up, selfish, bitch?" Kurt gasped and Blaine laughed, his eyes sparkling, making little creases form.

"If that's what you think of me, then so be it." Kurt chuckled.

"Well it's a good thing I don't think of you like that, even if you try to act like it sometimes. You are much more complicated than that." Blaine suddenly became more serious and Kurt was just a little offended by this. Blaine had no right coming in here and judging Kurt like he knew him. Kurt was judged his whole life. He didn't need it from Blaine too.

"You don't know me!" Kurt rose his voice accusingly.

"I do though." Blaine insisted, taking another drink of his water. His tongue piercing clinked the side and Kurt couldn't rid himself of the thoughts this time.

"If you know me so well then what am I thinking?" Kurt snapped and his eyes found Blaines'. They were incredibly darkened and still sparkling.

"You are thinking about how much you want to kiss me." Blaine said casually and leaned over to Kurt, getting closer.

Kurt lowered his voice to a whisper as they began sharing air, "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking about how much I want to kiss you too." Blaine whispered as well and grabbed the back of Kurt's neck softly. Kurt's own hand came up to cup the side of Blaine's face.

Being just friends wasn't going to work at all.

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