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Three weeks had passed since they had begun working on the choreography. All of the boys had shown great improvement since Kurt had initiated the 'booty camp,' though some still had a long way to go before the routine would be flawless, especially Wes and Trent.
In the meantime, they had run many tests on the formula, discovering that certain pheromones worked better than others. They learned that the so called cuddle pheromone had no affect, but theorized that it might work on females, if they could figure out why the base formula didn't work on the other gender (they hadn't had a chance to test Blaine's theory yet.)
Christmas vacation was coming up in just a few days, and he still hadn't gotten up the nerve to tell the other boy how he felt. He'd come up with a dozen elaborate schemes in his head when he was alone, but the moment the other boy was there, he forgot every one of them. It was hopeless. Or was it?
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The boom box hit the table with an echoing thud.
Blaine smiled. "Hey."
"You scared me!" Kurt said with a nervous chuckle.
"Good. Because I'm actually Marley's ghost, and I'm here to tell you to stop studying so hard."
Kurt just raised an eye brow at him. "Hmm. What's with the boom box?"
"I need you to sing with me. Well, rehearse with me. I got a gig singing Baby, It's Cold Outside in the King's Island Christmas Spectacular."
"Ah, a personal favorite. Too bad they'd never let us sing it together." Okay, that wasn't awkward at all. "I mean as two...artist." Lame, Hummel.
Blaine, ever the gentleman, just ignored the awkward moment. "So, are you going to help me out here?"
"Anything to get me to stop reading about Charlemagne." Cause really, he couldn't stand one more moment of filling his brain with useless facts about a Frankish king who had died over a thousand years ago.
"Very good then," Blaine declared, slamming the gigantic book closed, before turning and hitting play on the boom box.
The music filled the air, and as usual, Kurt felt it filling him with a confidence and ease that he lacked anywhere else except the science lab. He smiled as Blaine spun around with a flourish and indicated for him to begin.
I really can't stay
Blaine smiled, resting against the back of the couch, but leaning forwards towards Kurt.
But baby, it's cold outside
Kurt smiled in return, and Blaine almost looked surprised by the coquettish pose Kurt took.
I've got to go away
Blaine allowed himself to get lost in the flirtatious back and forth of the lyrics, and Kurt matched him with just as much playfulness as they sang.
But Baby it's cold outside
This evening has been
Been Hoping that you'd drop in
So very nice
I'll hold your hands
they're just like ice
My Mother will start to worry
Beautiful what's your hurry
Kurt began to move around the room, and Blaine followed, giving chase as the other boy flitted from place to place, almost provocatively.
My Father will be pacing the floor
Listen to the fire place roar
So really I better scurry
Beautiful, please don't hurry
Blaine knelt down and begged playfully, with those puppy dog eyes of his.
But maybe just half a drink more
Put some records on while I pour
The neighbors might faint
Baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink?
No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how
Your eyes are like
starlight now
To break this spell
I'll take your hat
your hair looks swell!
I ought to say no no no, sir
Mind if I move in closer?
At least I'm gonna say that I tried
Kurt had to hold in his giggles as Blaine's shoulder rubbed against his. The shorter boy was really getting flirty now, and the pale boy had to admit he was a bit flattered, but knew it was just the song. It didn't mean anything.
What's the sense in hurting my pride?
I really can't stay
Baby don't hold out
Oh but it's cold outside!
I've gotta get home
But baby, you'd freeze out there
Say, lend me a coat
It's up to your knees out there
You've really been grand
I thrill when you touch my hand
But don't you see
How can you do this thing to me?
There's bound to be talk tomorrow
Think of my life long sorrow
At least there'll be plenty implied
If you got pneumonia and died
Kurt's heart began to race. Had Blaine just looked at his lips?
I really can't stay
Get over that hold out
Ooh Baby it's cold outside!
As they held the last note, Kurt was certain Blaine had looked at his lips again. They both blushed, and then Blaine looked away. Kurt was disappointed, but really, what had he expected, an undying proclamation of love?
"I think you're ready," he said, smiling.
"Well, for the record, you're much better than that girl is going to be."
Kurt watched the other boy pick up his bag and walk away.
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Later that night, he lay in his bed, replaying the evening in his mind, and one thought kept repeating itself in his mind.
He should have kissed Kurt Hummel.
