A/N: Shying a bit away from the Princess Diaries references but nonetheless. I do not own the characters; they belong to Glee/Fox. Song is Paradise City by Guns N' Roses.
Kurt checked his hair in his rearview mirror, making sure not a single hair was out of place. Kurt got out of his car and smoothed down the wrinkles in his pants before making his way up the Anderson-Berry driveway. Kurt knocked twice before letting himself into the house. He's been coming over for years, but he still knocks out of politeness to alert everyone that someone was coming in.
Kurt closed the front door behind him, the smell of waffles and bacon wafting through the house. As Kurt got closer to the kitchen, the sound of someone singing could be heard. Having someone sing in this household was nothing knew for Kurt, but this voice was different. It was deep and smooth and unlike Rachel, didn't require back up music.
Kurt leaned against the doorway of the kitchen, smiling as he watched Blaine bounce around the kitchen in his pajamas, frying bacon and singing.
Take me down to the paradise city.
Where the grass is green,
And the girls are pretty.
Take me home.
Blaine began to head bang as he sang into his spatula, his curls (for once un-gelled) flying around.
"I didn't realize I get food AND a show," Kurt commented, clapping as he walked into the kitchen and sitting down at the counter. Blaine stopped singing and turned around to smile at Kurt.
"Morning Kurt. You look well put together for 7am."
"There's never a wrong time to look good."
"I dig the hair." Blaine winked before turning back towards the waffle maker to pull the waffle out – missing the way Kurt's cheeks turned pink.
"Thank you."
Blaine picked the spatula back up and began singing the song from where he left off.
Strapped in the chair of the city's gas chamber.
Why I'm here I can't quite remember.
The surgeon general says it's hazardous to breathe.
Blaine spun around before grabbing a wooden spoon and tossing it to Kurt. Blaine hopped up onto the counter and leaned close so that his face was right in front of Kurt's.
I'd have another cigarette but I can't see.
Tell me who you're gonna believe.
Kurt laughed and accepted the spoon, spinning around in his stool before getting up to stand in front of Blaine and sing along with him.
Take me down to the paradise city.
Where the grass is green,
And the girls are pretty.
Take me home.
Blaine slid down from the counter, and suddenly Kurt's body was pressed up against Blaine's. Blaine who – unlike Kurt – was just wearing a thin white cotton t-shirt and not an incredible amount of layers. And his chest was pressed against Kurt's.
So far away.
So far away.
So far away.
So far away.
Blaine put his hands onto Kurt's hips for a moment, swinging him around so that Kurt's back was now against the counter. Kurt froze into place – Blaine's hands were just on his waist. Kurt was in such a state of shock that he almost missed the way Blaine wiggled his hips as he continued to hum the song.
"Ok. I'm going to go wake the sleeping dragon so you coming over here so early in the morning wouldn't be a complete bust." Blaine grinned before taking a swig of orange juice and wiping his mouth on his arm. Kurt shouldn't find that so attractive – his brother does that all the time and it revolts him, but when Blaine does it, it seems so….manly.
"It wouldn't be a complete waste. I DID get a free show." Kurt murmured trying to draw his eyes away from Blaine's arm muscles.
"Good point. You're welcome to watch me perform anything you want, anytime you want." Blaine grinned before bumping his hip against Kurt's and then walking out of the kitchen, yelling for Rachel.
Kurt slumped against the counter, letting his fingers graze over his hips where Blaine's hands had been.
Oh boy. Kurt thought to himself. I'm so screwed.