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The next morning, Kurt was sitting next to Blaine on the fringe of the Warblers' claimed table, with Luce across from him. It was all part of his plans to get closer to both of them.
"When are you coming back to the Warbler rehearsals? Luce too- he can join them now," Blaine was asking, obviously excited by the idea.
"Actually, he can't. And you can't either, Kurt. Not without an audition." Blaine glared at Wes as the Asian boy interrupted.
"Wait, I have to audition? Again? Why?" Kurt asked inquisitively. Until Blaine had mentioned it Kurt had completely forgotten he was supposed to be a part of the Warblers. He'd had a lot going on. Once Blaine had commented on it, however, a growing excitement had budded inside him. Wes' comment had just put a slight damper on that, though: Kurt didn't have a good history with auditions in this school.
"You've been absent for over a month; it's just standard club procedure. Sorry," Wes had a warm look in his eyes despite his sometimes uptight demeanor, and he was beginning to grow on Kurt even more than he already had. Kurt understood why Blaine was friends with him. Luce was just staring at them, more at Wes than Kurt, and listening to the conversation. Kurt knew he would object of he had a problem with anything.
"So both Luce and I have to audition."
"Yes. Would Thursday be good? We have a little bit of time in the schedule at the beginning…"
"Sure, but can we…" Kurt was filled suddenly with nervous excitement and a twinge of fear, ideas racing through his mind that he worried would be shot down but still had to suggest, "do a duet?"
Wes looked slightly surprised but quickly agreed- it would save them time anyway. When Kurt asked if he and Luce could dress up a bit for the performance, Wes just let out a short laugh.
"Don't you dress up for rehearsals anyway? You're always in those crazy clothes."
"That is called fashion, Wesley, and that is normal, not dressed up."
"Firstly- don't call me that. Ever. Blaine will attest to the fact that offenders will in fact be punished severely. Secondly- I look forward to seeing what dressed up is then."
Kurt looked questioningly at Blaine who sighed and whispered into his ear. It tickled and Kurt could feel Blaine's breath on his skin: he couldn't help blushing.
"He replaced all my hair gel with honey. It was horrible."
Kurt burst out into loud, uncharacteristically boisterous laughter because he could actually picture it- Blaine's hair sticking to itself and his fingers while he looks in the mirror, horrified. He looked at Wes with new eyes. He didn't think the strict boy could pull such a fantastic prank. He was so impressed he gave him a high-five and Blaine put on a hurt face that wasn't very effective since his smile broke through ever few seconds.
Blaine saw Luce look back and forth a few times, but figured Kurt would tell him later. Blaine had enough experience with the dining hall to know that if you didn't want something spread around to the whole school, you didn't speak it above a whisper while you were there. He had somehow managed to keep that embarrassing incident from reaching everyone's ears, and he wasn't about to let it get out now.
Luce asked Kurt, "What are we doing?"
"I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise for everyone, now would I?"
Kurt had a conspirational gleam in his eye and a devilish smile gracing his pink lips. It alarmed Blaine because it was reminiscent of the manic look Kurt had donned before confronting Luce's father. Blaine wasn't sure whether he even wanted to know what Kurt was thinking, but a morbid curiosity about Kurt's song choice filled him at the same time. Could he even wait until Thursday?
Kurt leaned across the table and pressed his lips close to Luce's ear, making that little twinge of jealousy Blaine still felt sometimes appear. He didn't hear what was said but he saw Luce's face light up in the biggest smile he had ever seen on anyone. He grabbed Kurt's hands and practically squealed with delight.
"I know, right? And I know you have the perfect outfits somewhere- don't you dare tell me you don't have a secret collection of clothes in his style under your bed because with that many of his songs on your iPod you must be a die-hard fan," Kurt said in reply to the excited noise. He and Luce both got up, presumably going to Luce's room to practice and pick perfect outfits. Blaine's curiosity and dread heightened as he heard Kurt chattering with Luce as they left.
"…so grab everything leather, studded, metallic, or black that you own and lay it out on your bed. I'll look up the lyrics, though I'm sure you know them by heart, and see if I can find any sheet music. There's a piano in the room the Warblers rehearse in that we could use. This is going to be beautiful. Do you have any of those metal hand things?"
Kurt had plopped himself down on the corner of Luce's bed with papers in hand. Luce was digging through his closet in a valiant effort to further diminish the available space on the bed. A surprising abundance of black clothing Kurt was surprised he had not noticed when he first inspected Luce's closet already occupied it. In addition, there was plenty of leather, piles of metal accessories, and suspicious amounts of things with studs on them. Kurt didn't know where he had pulled everything from, but it was perfect for what they were going to do and the exhilaration he only felt putting outfits together was just beginning. He marveled once again at his own preference for tight clothing and Luce's for looser clothing which allowed them to wear the same size in almost everything.
He knew the song choice was risqué and showy and pretty much everything the Warblers weren't, but he really wanted to just throw his fabulousness in their faces and had ever since that failed solo audition. Kurt loved him, but who was Blaine to tell him that he should try to fit in? He liked sticking out, in a good way. A best-dressed-kid-in-school type of sticking out, not an only-out-gay-kid-in-a-school-full-of-homophobes kind of way.
Besides, the Warbler's couldn't comment on the song's suggestive nature, they had been guilty of that themselves. He was still thinking about Blaine in skintight jeans…
"So, which of these fabulous selections should we wear?"
After much debating and deliberation, they decided and went down to the room where Kurt first met Luce to practice.
Blaine had no idea where Kurt and Luce had been disappearing to the past few days, but they were gone as soon as class ended and were late to dinner. They always looked like they were sharing a secret joke between them. Blaine wasn't looking forward to the performance anymore- he was just looking forward to being able to actually see Kurt.
Thursday. Today. Blaine walked into the Warblers' rehearsal room with apprehension filling his gut. To his surprise, everything looked completely normal, and neither Kurt nor Luce was there. Had they skipped once again?
Wes started with announcements as usual, but at the end of them added, "Lucian and Kurt will now audition for spots in the Warblers. They have instructed me to turn off the lights in order to fully appreciate their performance."
The other boys looked up and shifted a little in excitement. The room wasn't the same without Kurt in it after he joined, and Luce was growing in each of their hearts do to his irresistible smile that he was showing more and more often. One of them got up and shut off the lights.
Instantly, the room was filled with the purple color of black light. The windows let in just enough light to illuminate everything, but the room was filled with a mysterious atmosphere. Blaine tensed in his seat.
Luce was the one who entered first. He was wearing a faded jean jacket, a black t-shirt with some type of shiny gold design, dark grey skinny jeans with gold chains on them, fingerless leather gloves with gold studs on the knuckles, and black heeled combat boots. His bright blue eyes were outlined in a thick layer of eyeliner, and his honey locks were swept over one of them. Blaine had to admit, the blond boy looked sexy.
Luce went over to the piano and started playing and singing, slower than the song normally went, fingerless gloves somehow not inhibiting his natural skill.
So hot
Out the box
Can we pick up the pace?
Turn it up,
Heat it up
I need to be entertained
Push the limit
Are you with it?
Baby, don't be afraid
I'ma hurt ya real good, baby
The music suddenly sped up to normal pace, and Luce stopped playing as Kurt entered the room dramatically, taking over the melody.
Let's go
His clothes looked like a second skin the way they hugged his body.
It's my show
The silver-studded leather jacket hugged Kurt's frame so close that Blaine could barely tell the tight-fitting black shirt underneath it was there.
Baby, do what I say
Kurt was dancing and the light shimmered off his absurdly tight (in all the right places), shiny black skinny jeans that disappeared beneath thigh-high silver boots.
Don't trip off the glitz
His hair was styled up into some more-fashionable version of a pompadour, and his eyes too were popping because they were rimmed heavily in black.
That I'm gonna display
On his hands he wore that half-hand metal glove straight from the cover of the "For Your Entertainment" single, and whenever he beckoned or pointed with those long, thin fingers Blaine could barely conceal the shivers that ran through his body.
I told ya
Blaine was just staring, wide-eyed at Kurt, barely listening to the lyrics.
I'ma hold ya down until you're amazed
When he did start paying attention to them, they weren't any help in calming him down.
Give it to ya 'til your screaming my name
When the chorus started, Luce joined in and got up off the piano bench to dance with Kurt.
No escaping when I start
Once I'm in I own your heart
There's no way to ring the alarm
So hold on until it's over
The two boys were dancing close to each other and against each other in ways that Blaine thought should be illegal. That twinge of jealousy appeared yet again.
Oh, do you know what you got into?
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for your entertainment
Blaine would give pretty much anything to be the one Kurt was running his hands over right now. Speaking of which, was it really necessary for Kurt to run his hands over Luce's chest like that? Blaine crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes.
Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet
Thought an angel swept ya off your feet
Well I'm about to turn up the heat
I'm here for your entertainment
He couldn't keep them closed for long, though. The music and Kurt's appearance both drew his attention and forced him to open his eyes to look, especially when Kurt started singing alone again.
It's alright
You'll be fine
Baby, I'm in control
Take the pain
Take the pleasure
I'm the master of both
Close your eyes
Not your mind
Let me into your soul
I'ma work ya til you're totally blown
Luce took the first verse of the chorus this time. His voice was beautiful Blaine had to admit, and he looked beautiful, but Blaine thought Kurt was better in both aspects.
No escaping when I start
Once I'm in I own your heart
There's no way to ring the alarm
So hold on until it's over
Kurt took the second verse, altering some of the notes to show his ridiculous high range. He had been wonderful while singing "Don't Cry for Me Argentina" and Blaine had no idea why he didn't get the solo, but this was different. It was more dramatic, more energetic, and Kurt sounded even better. He looked as though he was perfectly in his zone, just as much as he had when he was belting tunes from Broadway.
Oh, do you know what you got into?
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for your entertainment
They came together again for the third verse, and slowed down the song yet again. Kurt and Luce sat next to each other, each playing the piano now.
Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet
Thought an angel swept ya off your feet
Well I'm about to turn up the heat
I'm here for your entertainment
Now, Luce took the held-out notes while Kurt took the actual words.
Oooohhh…..
Do you like what you see?
Wooooaaaahhhh…
Let me entertain ya 'till you screeaaam
Luce and Kurt sang the last part together, still slow, sides pressed against each other. Blaine had to fight the urge to run up to the piano, pull Kurt away from Luce, and plant a rough, passionate kiss on his beautiful lips.
Oh, do you know what you got into?
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for your entertainment
Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet (bet ya thought)
Thought an angel swept ya off your feet
Well I'm about to turn up the heat (turn up the heat)
I'm here for your entertainment
When the two finished, Kurt went over and turned the lights back on, then turned back around with his hands on his hips in expectation. Blaine looked around at the other Warblers in the room. All of them were wide eyes and staring at Kurt and Luce, who had gotten up to stand beside him. There were a few ones who were actually exhibiting cliché jaw drops. At least half of them had their legs crossed just as Blaine did. Great, now Kurt is going to turn the whole school gay and give me more competition.
Kurt and Luce were smiling broadly, but their smiles were fading slowly as the room remained silent. Blaine realized slowly that they were waiting for some type of reaction- applause, probably. He raised his hand to start, but an energetic clapping sound came from behind him. He turned around toward the council's table and saw Wes smiling and pressing his hands together rapidly. Kurt beamed at him.
That's my smile, Blaine couldn't help but thinking, Wes won't appreciate it anyway.
The other Warblers followed Wes's example, some of them jumping to their feet in a standing ovation, Blaine included, once he deemed it was safe to do so. Many Warblers ran up to hug Kurt and welcome him back, and shake Luce's hand as they welcomed him to the club. It was obvious how the council was going to vote. Blaine was surprised at the intensity of their feelings as they re-welcomed Kurt; he hadn't realized they liked him so much. They had all been fairly cold to him in the rehearsals when he first transferred, but now they were treating him like he was their best friend.
I guess you don't know what you've got until it's gone, Blaine mused as he watched the scene. He was so engrossed in watching that his opportunity to hug Kurt had passed him by. He was so engrossed in watching that it was a wonder he didn't notice Kurt's real smile get replaced with a fake one as everyone moved to sit down.
Outside, Kurt was happy. Outside, Kurt was smiling. It was true that he enjoyed all the attention, but the happiness was far outweighed by disappointment. Inside, Kurt was fuming.
Blaine hadn't hugged him. Blaine had stood there looking positively bored as everyone else had showered him with praise. That wasn't even the worst part, though. During the song, right when he was about to give Blaine a seductive 'come hither' gesture, he had looked over and seen Blaine sitting relaxed with his eyed closed. He had given the gesture to someone else and increased his efforts. There was one word that NEVER described Kurt of Adam Lambert, and that was boring. No one would be falling asleep during his performance if he had anything to say about it.
Blaine had looked more interested when Kurt looked over later, but it still didn't seem like enough. Just what did Kurt have to do to get Blaine to be attracted to him?