A/N: Hey! :D
So, do you guys like my random updates every day or every other day so far? I know I say this every time, but thank you SO much for everything! I seriously can't thank you enough. I think the chapter after next will be centered more about Blaine. We need to look more into his life and feelings… agreed? Anywho, here you guys go, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
"All I'm saying is that I would definitely tap that," Santana said, her hands up in mock surrender. All of the members of the New Directions now sat in the food court in the mall, cramped up at a single table.
Blaine rolled his eyes, "Too bad I don't play on your team," he replied, taking a bite from his sandwich.
"Yeah well, maybe a night with me would change your mind," she said flirtatiously. Kurt scoffed and rolled his eyes, causing Santana's eyes to slide to him, "Jealous Hummel?"
Kurt blushed, "No," he blurted out quickly, "Just… I-I uhm…" He shook his head, "Your never ending pursuit on and obviously uninterested gay male is a bit… sad," he said a bit more slowly, then shrugged.
Santana cocked her head to the side, her eyes widening in disbelief, "Oh no he didn't," she said holding up a hand, "Hold up, Porcelain. You're really gonna go there? Oh hell to the no. You know, we all know that Anderson here is trying to get all up on your ass, and you're refusing, so if you're getting all jealous that I'm flirting, get over it. You turned him down," she said angrily, "And don't go actin' like you don't like it, because we all know you do. So don't be jumping my ass for flirting because you're such a prude."
By the end of her little speech, everyone was staring between Kurt and Santana. Kurt wore a look of disbelief, embarrassment, and hurt. Santana's look of fury slowly faded and she opened her mouth to speak, "Kurt I-"
Kurt stood up instantly, "I need to go to the bathroom," he said quickly before rushing away from the table and in a random direction. Once he had gotten a good distance away he stopped and sat on a bench. He knew what she said was true, he did like Blaine and what Blaine did in an odd way, but he knew that Blaine didn't think the way that Kurt did.
Kurt wants a relationship, someone to kiss him and bring him coffee, someone to take him out and watch musicals with, someone to tell him they love him. He wants someone that will always be there and tell him how special he is to them, and he wants someone to hold him, someone to reassure him. That's what he wants.
Kurt hadn't heard Blaine approaching him, and barely noticed when he sat down on the bench beside him. It wasn't until Blaine had spoken that Kurt turned towards the curly haired boy.
"She's wrong you know," Blaine told him, "You're not a prude. Don't listen to her," Blaine put a hand on Kurt's shoulder and rubbing it lightly.
Kurt smiled, "Thanks."
"No problem. Now, you wanna ditch this place and take me back to your place?" Blaine gave a suggestive wink, and Kurt laughed.
"I think I should probably go back and at least say goodbye," Kurt replied. Blaine got up and held his hand out to Kurt who took it graciously and thanked him.
The two walked back to the table, and Kurt sat down before looking to Santana. Santana looked down at her food guiltily. All the chatter at the table had stopped as they all looked between Kurt and Santana.
"I'm sorry I was such a bitch. You know I love you, Kurt. I swear I didn't mean it," she told him, looking up at him through watery eyes.
Kurt nodded, "I know Santana,I love you too."
After that was settled Puck sighed loudly, "Damn, I'm bored," There was a collective "Yeah" from around the table before he said, "I say we have a party."
"And where exactly would we have this party, Noah?" Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Well, your parents are out of town, right? Let's have it there? I can bring the drinks, and we can clean it up before Burt and Carole get home," Puck suggested.
Kurt shook his head, "Oh no! We are not having a party. The house is too small, just for us Glee kids, and I refuse to get in trouble if something happens!" Kurt replied.
"Oh come on, Hummel! It'll be-"
"We could have it at my place?" Blaine suggested with a shrug.
"Dude, seriously?" Puck said, "What about your parents?"
"They're out on business, won't be back for a while," he replied, "But yeah, let's do it. Tonight around 9? Puck gets the drinks, everyone else bring whatever you want, food, drinks, whatever," Blaine said, "I can have Kurt text the address later."
Everyone at the table cheered excitedly and Kurt looked to Blaine, "Are you sure this is a good idea?" He asked skeptically.
Blaine chuckled, "Relax, babe. I told you I like to throw bitchin' parties in that huge ass room. We'll have it there," he shrugged, "I'll just need you to come early and help me setup, please?"
Kurt nodded, "Sure, whenever you want."
"How about after we leave the mall?" Blaine suggested, "We could just hang at my house for the afternoon, we could have dinner there, and then setup for the party?"
Kurt smiled, "Sure, that sounds nice," he agreed.
Blaine nodded and stood up, "Hummel and I are hitting the road. Will you guys all be able to get home with the cars that you have, or do we need to take some people back to his house?" He asked.
They all looked around and spoke for a moment before Finn looked up at Blaine and shook his head, "We should manage, we have Artie's dads van, and Rachel's car," he told him.
"Okay, cool. See you guys tonight," he said before grabbing Kurt and tugging him along. The two got into Kurt's Navigator and drove to Blaine's house.
"I didn't know you could cook," Kurt said as he stood by the counter and watched Blaine.
"You don't know a lot of things about me," Blaine said with a wink.
"You're right, so let's play a game!" Kurt suggested, earning an odd look from Blaine, "I ask you a question, and you ask me a question! I'll start," Kurt thought for a moment, tapping a finger to his chin,
"Where did you move here from?"
"Westerville, Ohio," Blaine replied, "Uhmm… I don't want to overstep anything here, but… where's your mom?" Blaine asked softly.
Kurt took a deep breath, "She died when I was about eight. Don't worry, you didn't overstep, it's a game to get to know each other. You're supposed to ask what you want to know," he explained, smiling.
"I'm so sorry, Kurt."
Kurt waved it off, "Anyway, what instruments do you play, if any?" Kurt asked.
"I can play the piano, guitar, violin, cello, mandolin, harmonica, and the drums," he said with a smirk. Kurt nodded his head, impressed, "What do you want to do in the future?" He asked.
"Be on Broadway or be a fashion designer," Kurt replied. Blaine chuckled and nodded, "Uhmm… How did you get kicked out of your old school?" Kurt asked hesitantly.
Blaine visibly stiffened, "I didn't," he replied, jaw clenched. He hadn't wanted this to happen, but he didn't want to lie to Kurt.
"But… everyone is saying that you did!" Kurt replied, "Why don't you tell them you didn't. They're all saying you burnt half the school down, or beat the hell out of some kid!"
Blaine shook his head, "I want them to think that," he said, ignoring Kurt's look, "It was a lame private school and everyone was snobby and rich. My parents may have money, but I don't like that stuff, so I left. At my old public school I was bullied a lot for being gay, so when I transferred here and became the school badass," he shrugged, "I didn't want to be given shit for being gay," Kurt nodded in understanding, he could definitely relate, "So, have you ever had a boyfriend?" Blaine asked.
Kurt blushed and shook his head, "No, I haven't."
Blaine nodded, "So does that mean you're a virgin?"
At this Kurt blushed ever harder, "You don't get two questions in a row, Blaine!" Kurt said, dodging Blaine's question. Blaine rolled his eyes, "What's your favorite color?"
"Hot pink," Blaine said, and Kurt laughed, "I'm serious!" Blaine laughed along with Kurt for a moment, "So, are you a virgin then?"
Kurt blushed harder once more, "Yesiam," Kurt mumbled.
"Excuse me?" Blaine said, cupping a hand to his ear, "I didn't catch that."
Kurt rolled his eyes, "I said, yes!" he replied. Blaine nodded, he didn't laugh like Kurt thought he would. He looked intrigued.
"Why are you so embarrassed to say it?" He asked Kurt.
Kurt blushed, "I just-it's… weird. I don't like talking about… that stuff," Kurt shook his head.
Blaine chuckled, "You can say the word sex, Kurt," Kurt shook his head.
"I don't want to talk about this," Kurt said uncomfortably, "When's the food going to be ready?" He asked, changing the subject.
"In a minute, actually," Blaine replied, grabbing two plates down from one of the cabinets. He scooped the food onto the plates and then grabbed two glasses, "What do you want to drink?" He asked Kurt.
Kurt shrugged, "Water's fine, thanks."
Blaine poured two glasses of water and handed them to Kurt, "Okay, go to the table," he ordered with a smile.
Kurt made his way to the table, sitting on the right side closest to the kitchen, and sitting Blaine's drink on the left side across from him. Blaine sat Kurt's plate in front of him, and then went to the left side of the table, sitting directly across from Kurt and putting his plate down.
"Okay, dig in. Tell me if you like it," Blaine said, watching Kurt nod.
Kurt took a bite of the unknown food and moaned in delight, "Blaine, this is amazing!" Kurt said as he took another bite, "What is it?"
Blaine chuckled, slightly turn on and distracted by Kurt's moans across the table, "It's uhm… Fettuccine Carbonara with Poached Chicken and Broccolini, an Italian dish I learned to make a few years back," he said, licking his dry lips. He pulled his eyes away from Kurt and began to eat, trying to think of anything but Kurt. Finally he shook his head and gave up, "Damn Kurt, if you want me to finish this meal without diving across the table and ripping all your clothes off you need to stop with the noises."
Kurt blushed, laughing lightly, "I didn't know I was so distracting," he replied, slightly pleased with himself.
"You're always distracting," Blaine replied, shaking his head and taking another bite of food.
"I'll keep that in mind."
It was nearing nine, and the Glee clubbers would be there any minute. Kurt had texted them Blaine's address about an hour or so ago, and he and Blaine had just finished setting up the ballroom. The room had music ready to go, a long table that was already partially filled with random snacks Blaine and Kurt had found in the kitchen, and a few tables and chairs just in case people wanted to sit and eat, etcetera.
At 9:13 the doorbell rang, and Blaine went to answer it, finding Puck, Santana, Brittany, Quinn, Sam, Mercedes, and Artie who had all came in Artie's dad's van that Puck "borrowed" for the night. Blaine let them all in and Kurt greeted them with a wave.
"Dude, your house is boss!" Puck said sitting his case of wine coolers on the floor, along with his bag of other various alcoholic beverages, and Blaine chuckled. The bell rang not long after, revealing Rachel, Finn, Tina, Mike.
Rachel smiled, "Hello boys," she greeted Kurt and Blaine, "We brought a few snacks!" She said, sitting a large paper bag on the floor and slipping off her coat, putting it on the hanger by the door, "Blaine, your house is lovely," she commented.
Blaine nodded, giving her an odd look, "Uh… thanks."
Kurt clapped his hands together, "Okay guys, hang up your coats, grab whatever you brought for the party, and let's go!"
They all grabbed their things and removed their coats before following Kurt and Blaine through the doors and into the ballroom.
"Holy shit, Anderson!" Santana exclaimed, taking in the room.
"Let's get this party started!" Puck said, putting his bag and case of wine coolers on the long table.
Blaine walked to the stage and to the side, where a small DJ sat against the wall. After pressing a button, music began blaring through the speakers that hung in every corner of the room. Blaine watched as the Glee club members grabbed drinks before grabbing two and walking to Kurt. Blaine held out a drink for Kurt, but Kurt shook his head lightly.
"No thanks, I'm not a good drunk," Kurt explained upon receiving an odd look from Blaine.
Blaine rolled his eyes, "It's a party Kurt, who the hell cares! Have a little fun!" Blaine said, taking a swig from his drink and shaking the drink he held out to Kurt. Kurt rolled his eyes but grabbed the drink, muttering something incoherent before opening it and taking a drink.
"I am so going to regret this," Kurt said shaking his head.
Half of an hour later, the teens sat around in a circle, "Spin the bottle!" Rachel said in a sing-songy voice, doing a small happy dance before grabbing the bottle that sat in the middle of the group and giving it a good spin. The bottle landed on Puck, who wagged his eye brows before leaning forward and catching Rachel in a rough kiss. The two pulled away seconds later and the next person in line went. After a few minutes of hardcore kissing between Santana and Brittany, Blaine took the bottle and spun it lightly. The bottle stopped and Blaine looked up to see that it landed on Quinn. Blaine shrugged and leaned into the middle, kissing Quinn lightly on the lips before leaning back.
The whole group then turned to Kurt expectantly, who was sitting beside Blaine, drinking his third drink of the night. Kurt looked up to see this and looked around before looking at the bottle, "Oh, no. I'm not playing that," Kurt said, shaking his head. Everybody rolled their eyes at him, but skipped over his regardless and continued the game.
After the group got tired of the game, Rachel smiled widely, "We should do karaoke!" She said, pointing at the stage and the microphones, "Please, Blaine! Please!" She begged him. Blaine shrugged and nodded, and Rachel jumped up from her seat on the floor and to the stage, she connected her iPhone to the DJ stand and flipped through her karaoke music before choosing P!nk's "Get This Party Started" and dancing around the stage singing, everyone out in the crowd dancing along.
When she finished she squealed, "Who's next?" She looked around the room before looking to Kurt and Blaine, "Kurt, Blaine! Come up here and sing a song!" She replied, jumping up and down. Kurt and Blaine looked up at each other and shrugged, walking up to the stage together.
Blaine sent Kurt to a microphone and looked through Rachel's large collection of karaoke music before he chose a song; he knew Kurt knew the song; he'd seen the song on Kurt's iPod and heard Kurt humming it around school earlier in the week. He walked up to the other microphone as the song started and smirked at Kurt who watched Blaine start singing.
You and I go hard at each other like we're going to war.
You and I go rough, we keep throwing things and slamming the door.
You and I get so damn dysfunctional, we stopped keeping score.
You and I get sick, yeah, I know that we can't do this no more.
Yeah, but baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love you.
Yeah, I stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go.
Got you stuck on my body, on my body, like a tattoo.
And now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid, crawling back to you.
Blaine began circling around Kurt as he sang, smirking at him all the while.
So I cross my heart and I hope to die
That I'll only stay with you one more night
And I know I said it a million times
But I'll only stay with you one more night
Kurt jumped in to sing the next part, and Blaine stopped and watched Kurt, who sent small glances at Blaine as he sang the first few lines.
Try to tell you "no" but my body keeps on telling you "yes".
Try to tell you to "stop", but your lipstick got me so out of breath.
I'll be waking up in the morning, probably hating myself.
And I'll be waking up, feeling satisfied but guilty as hell.
Kurt gripped Blaine by his shirt and stared into his eyes, singing directly at him now, Blaine singing bits and pieces of the song with Kurt.
Yeah, but baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love you.
(Making me love)
Yeah, I stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go.
(I let it all go)
Got you stuck on my body, on my body, like a tattoo.
(Like a tattoo, yeah)
And now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid, crawling back to you.
So I cross my heart and I hope to die
(Yeah)
That I'll only stay with you one more night
(Ohh)
And I know I said it a million times
(Yeah)
But I'll only stay with you one more night
(Yeah)
Yeah, baby give me one more night
Kurt let go of Blaine's shirt and walked across the stage as Blaine sang.
Yeah, baby give me one more night
The two then sang the next line together.
Yeah, baby give me one more night
The background music died down a bit as Blaine continued by himself.
Yeah, but baby there you go again, there you go again making me love you.
Yeah, I stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go.
Got you stuck on my body, on my body like a tattoo.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Kurt took the next part of the song, Blaine singing background with him, and the two began walking towards each other from opposite sides of the stage.
So I cross my heart and I hope to die
(Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh)
That I'll only stay with you one more night
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh)
And I know I said it a million times
(Oh, I said it a million times)
But I'll only stay with you one more night
(Yeah, baby give me one more night)
With the song coming to a close, the two boys joined their voiced together, blending them perfectly and sending shivers up both their spines as they got closer and closer to each other with every step.
So I cross my heart and I hope to die (yeah, yeah)
That I'll only stay with you one more night (yeah, yeah)
And I know I said it a million times (yeah, yeah)
But I'll only stay with you one more night (yeah, yeah)
When they finished the song they were standing face to face, both breathing heavily with a light sheen of sweat on both their foreheads. They were both brought out of their thoughts by the Glee clubbers clapping and cheering.
"Wanky!" They heard Santana yell.
Blaine looked back at Kurt before turning around quickly and walking off the stage. Kurt stood still, wondering what came over Blaine before he too walked off the stage. He needed a drink.
Kurt grabbed a random drink, he didn't know what it was but he was going to drink it. Kurt Hummel never allowed himself to drink, or at least not since the first time he did with April Rhodes. He ended up puking all over Ms. Pillsbury's shoes the next day, and since then he refused to touch an alcoholic beverage when offered. But with all the confusing feelings he was having, he was going to make an exception.