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Guitar Lessons

Blaine strummed absently on his guitar, unaware that a set of eyes was watching him from across the room. Kurt observed his crush for another moment before making his presence known.

"What'cha doin'?" Kurt asked, laughing when he saw Blaine jump.

"Nothing really, just practicing," He replied, gesturing to the instrument in his hands.

"I didn't know you could play guitar," Kurt stated.

"I've been playing since I was little," Blaine explained.

"How come you never told me?"

He looked a little sheepish. "It never came up."

"Play something," Kurt demanded.

"What?"

"Anything."

He started to play a song Kurt didn't recognize. He sang along under his breath, so quiet Kurt could barely hear it.

"What song is that?" He asked, cocking his head to one side.

"It's um, it's a song I wrote," Blaine murmured, ducking his head.

"Blaine, that's amazing," Kurt said in awe. "Can I hear the rest of it?"

"Maybe some other time," Blaine hedged, still looking down.

"Alright," he said, frowning a little at Blaine's reaction. He hesitated. "Do you think you could teach me a bit of guitar?"

Blaine snapped his head up. "What?"

"Could you teach me?" Kurt repeated.

"Uh, yeah, sure," he breathed. He looked a bit stunned at Kurt's request. He motioned for Kurt to come sit next to him on his bed. Kurt complied, but kept a bit of space between them. Blaine rolled his eyes and closed the distance so their thighs were nearly touching. He took Kurt's hand in his own, guiding it to the fret board. He was saying something, but Kurt wasn't really paying attention. He was lost in the sensation of Blaine's touch. He'd had to lean a bit closer in order to reach Kurt's fingers, which had resulted in the grazing of their thighs. Kurt blushed a little from the contact. His eyes flicked down to Blaine's still moving lips.

Blaine had noticed Kurt's lack of attention. "Kurt are you listening to me?"

"I'm sorry, what?" Kurt snapped out of his daze.

"I said, are you listening to me?" He repeated, amused.

"Oh, uh.." He decided to just be honest. "No."

Blaine raised his eyebrows and let out a slight chuckle. It was then that he noticed how close their bodies were. Kurt's eyes moved down to Blaine's lips once again, with slow deliberation this time. Blaine seemed to have gotten the hint. His eyes widened with realization and his mouth rounded into an 'o' shape. He adjusted the guitar on his lap in order to lean over a bit more. He slowly brought his face up to Kurt's, his eyes slipping closed. His lips ghosted over Kurt's for a moment –

"Hey Blaine, I need your help with – whoa." Wes cut himself off mid-sentence as he took in the scene before him. "Did I interrupt something?"

Yes.

"No, I – I was just leaving," Kurt stuttered, rushing out of the room.

Blaine groaned in defeat, flopping onto his back.

"Wes," he growled. "You are the worst cock block ever."

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