Chapter 27 - Pyjamas

The next Warbler practice was a noisy one.

Everyone was still talking about the fencing tournament, and the huge party that had gone on at Dahl afterwards. Most of those students had arrived with massive hangovers, so it was probably a good job we didn't have any adult leaders.

"Order please, order." Wes called out, banging his little hammer on the table. Xavier, sitting in his usual spot in the centre of all the elected heads, had a face like thunder, obviously still humiliated about his house's last place finish. When the noise level gradually died down Wes continued.

"First order of service – congratulations to Dahl on their win yesterday." More cheers erupted from the mentioned students and Xavier shot what could only be described as a deathly look at the Wordsworthian.

"Sportsmanship remember? We want the best students representing Dalton after all." I smirked and Blaine shook his head, obviously not understanding my reticence towards the Darwin Head Boy.

"Second order of service – Regional songs." At this more chatter started up. Everyone had been wondering when we'd start the build-up towards it, and now we had our answer.

"Obviously we had a good song selection last time," I squeezed Blaine's hand and he smiled at me, "but for Regionals we need two songs, and the competition steps up a notch. Does anyone have any ideas?" Several hands shot into the air, including mine. Blaine shot me a concerned look but I ignored him.

"Akash?" Richard asked, taking over the speaking duties as Wes got ready to write things down.

"I suggest we do a modern classic. What about 'Summer of '69'?" Murmurs of approval rang out.

"Interesting. Earl?"

"An upbeat song is good, but I think we need a powerful solo to go with it. Something like 'With or Without You'." This also received positive murmurs. I stuck my hand up higher in the air, feeling like the kid in class that knew the answer but wasn't being looked at.

"Ah, Kurt." Richard smiled, obviously remembering the last time I'd suggested a song, and everyone turned to look at me, the room falling silent with interest.

"You guys are all making great suggestions," I began, not wanting to seem too arrogant, "but if we want to do well at Regionals we have to do a girls song." A single laugh rang out. Flicking my eyes to see its source, my heart sank. Xavier.

"Kurt." He began, his expression suddenly more pleased now that he had someone to bring down again. "When are you going to realise that we are not your old Glee club?"

"I am fully aware that The Warblers and New Directions are two completely separate entities. But if we refuse to acknowledge their strengths and song choices we will be fighting a losing battle."

"Oh really-"

"-What song do you suggest Kurt?" With Richard interrupting tactically I sat up straight, wanting to make a big deal of my announcement.

"Raise Your Glass." Again Xavier laughed.

"What? You can hardly deny that it's a good song." I defended, looking around to see what everyone else's reaction was. They seemed more interested in the confrontation than the actual song suggestion.

"It's Pink."

"Who is about the most macho girl you are going to get in terms of song style. Nobody will be able to say we are nancys, and the lyrics are about underdogs, misfits – which right now we are."

"The Warblers are not misfits." Xavier countered. "We are a whole unit, together as one."

"And that's what makes us misfits. Whoever heard of a group of teenage boys singing acappella past 1920?" Titters erupted around the room, but were quickly extinguished when Xavier shot out another deadly look.

"If we embrace this fact – then we have a much better chance of standing up to New Directions, who I can assure you, will have misfit songs coming out their ears."

"Kurt, once again I thank you for your individual opinion on song matters, but I am afraid we are going to have to-"

"-I agree with Kurt." The Darwin Head Boy stopped dead in his tracks. Blaine had stood up, and part of me wanted to tug him down, completely embarrassed. Half of me was completely intrigued in what he had to say.

"The Warblers have always been known for their unique style and synchronicity. But we're safe. We pick the songs we know we can do, and do them well. But we've never been different. We've never taken a chance."

"And you think singing a girls song will help us do this?"

"Yes." My boyfriend looked hard into the eyes of my nemesis, his expression confident and beautiful. "As Kurt said – it's the lyrics of the song that are important, not who sings it. I think we should do it." Suddenly everyone turned to look at Richard, who had somehow become the leader of the discussion. He in turn looked at Wes, who shrugged his shoulders, glad to have a break from frantically scribbling down our debate.

"I suppose we should put it to a vote…" Richard mumbled, glancing down at the desk nervously. "All those in favour of doing 'Raise Your Glass' raise you hand…" I held my breath. Blaine's hand shot immediately into the air, as did Steven and David's, making me smile. That still wasn't enough though. Glancing around the room, I saw the terrifying glare of Xavier daring anybody to stand against him. I began to sink back into my chair in defeat, when suddenly hands slowly began to rise. First a couple more Wilde students, then some Wordsworthians. Everett Gelding, a Dahl student from my History class, gave me a impressed look, before raising his hand above his head. Soon pretty much every Warbler in the room was unable to play piano. Or lift a heavy box. Anything that involved the use of two hands.

"Well that looks like it's settled then." Richard said, after surveying the crowd and declaring that yes, there were more hands raised than not (some Darwinians were being commendably loyal) "We perform Raise Your Glass at Regionals." A few cheers rang out and I received several claps on the back, making me laugh nervously. Xavier took one look at me, a long, hard, menacing look – and walked out of the room.

We voted for Earl's suggestion of 'With Or Without You' as our opening ballad for the show – auditions were on Wednesday but it looked strongly like Steven was going to claim the prize. Blaine was going for 'Raise Your Glass' and I had a feeling he would get that too. When practice was disbanded I immediately went to speak to my boyfriend about his heroic display against Xavier, so was surprised when he pressed a finger to my lips and smiled mischievously.

"My place, half an hour, Harry Potter?" I was briefly unable to respond, taken aback by the sheer delight that ran through me and the intense desire to jump him right then and there.

"Um, yeah?" I managed to mumble a few seconds later.

"Great. See you then." Smiling again Blaine turned and walked away without another word. Holy hell.

"Someone's going to have fun tonight." David said with a smirk. I slapped him on the shoulder but then rushed off towards Wilde so I could get changed.

When Blaine opened the door I couldn't be bothered to wait for pleasantries, kissing him right there and then. What I wasn't expecting was the huge exasperated groan that came from his lips, causing me to break away.

"What on earth?" He was dressed in sweatpants and a loose fitting t-shirt – something he only ever wore when all his other clothes were in the wash. (I knew this from extensively tracking his outfit choices back when infactuation was the only way forward. I had also taken a sneaky look in his closet several times when he'd been in the bathroom.) But the expression on his face was anything but casual. He looked almost pained.

"Oh God Kurt." Blaine said, the strain in his voice making me wonder if I'd done something wrong.

"What Blaine, what?"

"You're wearing those pyjamas." I looked down at my attire. Yes – I was wearing pyjamas – the same ones (if I remembered correctly) from the last time we'd had a Harry Potter movie night. I thought that was the correct clothing for such occasions.

"Yes…" I replied, confusion and worry gracing my tone, "don't you like them?"

"Oh God." Suddenly Blaine gripped hold of my hips, yanking me in so our pelvises crashed together and I let out a little surprised yelp. "Like does not even begin to describe how I feel about those pyjamas. And you in those pyjamas." He looked me straight in the eye and suddenly I understood the expression. Lust.

"You don't even know what you do to me." As a smile spread across my face I moved my arms to twine round my boyfriend's neck and my lips to his ear, bringing us in even closer so I had to control my breathing for my big comeback.

"Show me."

There was no more need for talking. Wrenching my head back to his, Blaine smashed our lips together and immediately let out another loud groan, forcing me to push us forward and close the door behind us so nobody else would hear our little show. Staggering towards the sofa we crashed against it and I briefly gasped for air as the contact made our lips part. Blaine still had his hands on my hips and was practically grinding me against him – the friction making every inch of my skin tingle and my heartbeat escalate.

"Kurt, Kurt…" He said over and over again, moving to cup my ass so I yelped again and dug my fingers deeper into his hair.

"Holy God…" We continued like that for a couple of minutes, our cries gradually getting quieter and more breathless as we ran out of stamina. When we eventually broke apart Blaine's legs gave way and we both toppled back over the arm of the sofa, onto the soft cushions.

"Sweet Jesus…" The Wordsworthian said, looking up at the ceiling and panting loudly.

"I have got to stop speaking religiously." I replied, my voice equally as breathless but still annoyed. Blaine looked back down at me.

"Why?"

"Because I don't believe in God. And I keep slipping up during moments like this." I motioned to our entwined bodies and he laughed, bringing my hand up to his mouth and kissing it.

"Well real or not that was probably the best make-out session God has ever been able to watch." He grinned, a single drop of sweat sliding down the side of his face and I scrunched up my nose.

"He was watching? What a perve."

"Shut up and kiss me." Somehow finding more strength instantly I pressed my lips back onto his and once again we groaned. I really hoped the walls were thick at Dalton, or else Blaine's neighbour was going to think we were watching porn. Or even worse – start selling seats for people to listen.

I was beginning to get back into the swing of things, my hands running up and down Blaine's sides so his shirt was rumpled and creased when he suddenly sat up, making me whimper in annoyance.

"Heyyyyy." I said, sounding like a whiny teenage girl, but not really caring. Blaine smiled at my reaction and I was surprised when he didn't relent.

"You know…" He said, running a finger across my collarbone, "…seeing as you're in pyjamas, I should probably be in them too." I was pushed up to a sitting position – for a second I wondered whether to fight back, but was intrigued to see where this was going so stayed put. Blaine got to his feet and walked over to his bed – the sight of which already had me going. He picked up a pair of pyjamas that were lying on top of the covers, turned to look at me coyly, and then proceeded to take his shirt off.

Oh GOD.

Another whimper escaped from my throat, this one very loud and rather embarrassing. I went to get off the sofa but Blaine held out his hand, signalling for me to stay put. I whimpered again, feeling my cheeks beginning to get very hot and he grinned. Then the sweatpants came off.

"Jesus Christ Blaine." Right now I didn't care what I was saying, I could barely speak at all, my eyes glued to that perfect body that was clothed only in boxer shorts, standing there, only feet away.

"What? I'm only getting changed." He replied, a devilish glint in his eye. Oh Gaga I wanted to throttle him. Throttle him and kiss him and…Jeez, my mind was filth right now.

"Hey!" I'd tried to get up again – the sheer torment of having to sit there watching this without doing anything about it driving me insane, but once again I was forced back down by the invisible drive of my boyfriend's hand and scolding look. "Naughty Kurt." Now that was just too far.

"Blaine Anderson – if you do not get over here RIGHT NOW I am gonna…" I couldn't finish the sentence, but I was now crouched on the sofa, ready to spring as soon as he got close enough. I watched him laugh, the muscles on his shoulders and chest rippling as he did so, before he slipped on a blue tank top and some shorts. I was almost sad to see him clothed again, but knew he would now have to come over so welcomed the action. Blaine pretended to look for something on the bed, making me growl and him laugh that glorious laugh again, before finally he made his way back.

I didn't even give him time to say anything, grabbing hold of his neck and jerking him down violently so he fell on top of me and pushed us both into the cushions. Wrapping my legs round his torso I wedged my fingers in his hair and felt him exhale loudly into my mouth, the ferocity of the action obviously taking him by surprise. We kissed deeply – deeper than we ever had before, deeper than I'd ever imagined we could. Blaine's hands snaked under my shirt and I bucked up towards him, removing my hands from his head so I could do the same to his chest. Oh God feeling it was even better than looking. His skin was so smooth, so hot…

"You know," I said, moving to kiss him down his neck, the feeling of which caused Blaine to let out another deep groan, moving his hands up and down faster, "we could have been doing this so much earlier if you'd let me kiss you the first time." Suddenly he stopped. I wondered if this was the beginning of another tease, so pretended to be upset, but then saw his expression.

"Kurt." I instantly felt bad, reaching my hand up to softly caress Blaine's cheek. He removed his hand from under my shirt but still kept our foreheads touching.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

"It's ok. You know I wanted to."

"Well, I do now." Rolling off me onto his side the Head Boy looked up at the ceiling, the look on his face darker and brooding.

"I didn't really know what I was doing that day. You showed up all dressed like this and I wanted you so bad – but I knew it would be unfair to expect you to feel the same way-" Without being able to stop myself a snort escaped from my nose – I immediately slapped my hand across my face but luckily Blaine smiled faintly, understanding. "When you made the move it was such a shock I got scared, and I did the complete opposite of what I wanted to do." Nuzzling my nose into the side of his neck I breathed softly and evenly, feeling the steady heartbeat that echoed in my ears.

"You know, if you had managed to get your lips on mine – I don't think I would have been able to stop myself." Blaine turned his head so our eyes looked into each others – the hazel pools sending me off into another world – a world of dreams and happiness.

"Well it worked out eventually." I said with a smile. "In a funny kind of way Gabriel actually helped." That got a laugh.

"Jeez. Gabriel." Still chuckling I pressed a soft kiss to his lips and felt him relax, his body falling forward into mine and his arms wrapping protectively around me.

"I also, forgot to say," I continued, now that the conversation had veered off the serious and we were back to kissing various parts of each other's upper torso, "that what you did for me at Warbler practice today was amazing." Blaine smiled, running his tongue across my jaw so I gasped softly.

"You deserved it. You were right."

"I know. Well, I think I know. But you still didn't have to stand against Xavier for me."

"I didn't do it for your stupid little feud," he added, somehow managing to sound scolding even when teasing my ear with his teeth, "but I did do it for you."

"Well thank you." I kissed the top of each of his eyebrows and slowly began to make my way down his face. "You know I actually found it pretty hot."

"Really?" Now Blaine was teasing, stroking my hair back behind my ears and I lightly pecked his nose.

"Yeah, I was seriously turned on."

"Well isn't that interesting." Finally I reached his mouth – we kissed deeply again and I never wanted it to end. For all the ferocity and sexually charged clinches we'd had – this was still the kind of kiss I preferred best.

"Oh, Gaga." I suddenly said, pulling sharply away. Now it was Blaine's turn to look put out.

"What's wrong?"

"We're supposed to be watching Harry Potter. You haven't even put the DVD in yet." My eyes flicked towards the TV, which surprisingly didn't seem to have any DVD's anywhere near it. Blaine followed my gaze too and his mouth stretched into an awkward grimace.

"Oh…" He began, looking at me with the same expression. "You actually thought we wanted to watch…? Oh. This is awkward…" For a second I was genuinely concerned, before Blaine grinned and I slapped him playfully on the shoulder.

"Shut up you." Then we finished talking for a while.