So, I'm sorry it's taken me so long, but here's a way that their kiss SHOULD'VE happened, because I know I can't be the only one disappointed in the fact that 'Gosh, your lips look delicious,' and 'Ooh, your lips are delicious, were cut out, right?
So, same dance moves, but replaced with the words that should've been there. **wink wink**
Hope you enjoy, and I will update ALL of my other stories soon, I promise!
Italics — Kurt singing
Bold — Blaine singing
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Kurt sat in the commons, studying harder than he had ever thought he wouldn't needed to in his life about Charlemagne, of all people. He tapped his pencil against his textbook, making a small little beat that he suddenly felt like singing to, because God, he was bored out of his mind. To be honest, he seriously could care less about the ruler of-
A small slam took Kurt out of his trance and he looked up curiously, only to meet hazel eyes with his. A smile stretched across his face.
"Hey." Blaine said, smiling down at Kurt. He'd been looking for Kurt all afternoon, and, with a few smirks pointed in his direction, he had found out where he was from Kurt's roommate and had practically ran to the commons in anticipation. He couldn't help himself — ever since he'd first heard Kurt sing, he'd wanted so badly to sing with him.
Kurt stared dreaming up at Blaine, and could do nothing but state the obvious by the way Blaine was smiling at him. "You scared me."
"Oh, good, because, I'm actually Marley's ghost," Blaine joked, walking closer, and Kurt's eyebrows raised as he nodded slowly. "and I'm here to tell you, to stop studying so hard." Blaine whispered the last words, and Kurt rolled his eyes.
"What's with the boom-box?" Kurt asked as his eyes dropped to what Blaine had set on the table in the first place.
Blaine thought that Kurt calling a stereo a boom-box adorable, but explained. "I need you to sing with me." Kurt raised an eyebrow and set his pencil down, officially interested. Blaine recognized his mistake, and quickly added, "Well, rehearse with me. I got a gig singing 'Baby, It's Cold Outside' with some girl at the King's Island Christmas Spectacular." He said. Yeah, so he was lying, but hey, he got to sing with Kurt.
"Ah, a personal favorite." Kurt said, smiling confidently. "To bad they'd never let us sing it together." He cocked his head slightly, but Blaine only raised an eyebrow in response. "I mean, as two...artists." He quickly corrected himself, trying not to blush.
Blaine jerked his chin up in an understanding nod. "So you think you can help me out?"
"Anything to get me to stop reading about Charlemagne." Kurt said, looking at his textbook in disgust as if it were a two-headed centipede.
"Very good, then." Blaine said with a pleased smile, shutting Kurt's textbook for him and walking to the stereo as Kurt smiled widely at him.
Blaine eagerly pressed play, and as the music started, his turned dramatically, and Kurt shifted, moving in his seat to face Blaine and crossing one leg over the other, clasping his hands over one knee. Blaine did a little dance, shuffling and spinning, making Kurt stifle a giggle, and he motioned to said boy for him to start.
I really can't stay
Goosebumps erupted on Blaine's skin as Kurt sung, because, God, that boy had an amazing voice.
But baby, it's cold outside
I've got to go away
But baby, it's cold outside
Kurt smiled at him flirtatiously, looking up at him from under his eyelashes, and Blaine easily flirted back, acting out the words of the song.
This evening has been
Been hoping that you'd drop in
Kurt scrunched his shoulders, closing his eyes for a moment and crinkling his nose to emphasize the words.
So very nice
Blaine made to hold Kurt's hands, but paused and retracted them as he sang.
I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
Kurt swung one leg off of the other, standing and clasping his hands behind his back, flirtatiously walking away, crossing one foot in front of the other.
My mother will start to worry
Blaine was taken aback by Kurt's boldness, but walked after him slowly, lifting his hands and walking much like Kurt was.
Beautiful, what your hurry?
My father will be pacing the floor
Listen to the fireplace roar
So really I'd better scurry
Kurt looked over his shoulder, and Blaine nearly gasped, because Kurt was giving him total bedroom eyes, and struggled to stay dapper as he clasped his hands together and over dramatized his singing.
Beautiful, please don't hurry
But maybe just half a drink more
And Blaine couldn't help but nearly faint when Kurt did that little thrusting thing with his shoulder as he walked backwards to Blaine.
Put some records on while I pour
Kurt could only smile widely when Blaine spun around in front of him, getting up on his tip-toes to seem taller.
The neighbors might think
Kurt sang back, trying to be just as flirty as he turned suggestively and skipped to the armrest across from Blaine.
Baby it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink?
Blaine almost laughed when he saw Kurt's adorable facial expression when he sang that.
No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how
Your eyes are like stars right now
To break the spell
I'll take your hat, your hair looks well
Not a lie, Kurt's hair is always freaking perfect. Blaine thought as Kurt raised and eyebrow at Blaine before turning quickly and sitting on the back of the couch.
I ought to say no, no, no, sir
Mind if I move in closer?
At least I'm gonna say that I tried
What's the sense in hurting my pride?
I really can't stay
Baby don't hold out
Ah, but it's cold outside
Blaine bent over Kurt, playing the piano part, and Kurt tried his best not to gasp, getting up to sing the next line.
I simply must go
But baby it's cold outside
The answer is no
But baby it's cold outside
Kurt skipped away, singing, and Blaine froze as he realized what lines were coming up, looking at him hesitantly.
This welcome has been
How lucky that you dropped in
So nice and warm
Kurt suddenly felt very flirtatious, and fell forward, his back slightly arched, falling onto his hands and smirking at Blaine all while batting his eyelashes.
Oh dear God. Blaine thought, his eyes wide. That pose.
Look out the window at that storm
My sister will be suspicious
Gosh, your lips look delicious
They didn't know how, but they both ends up leaning over the couch, their faces just centimeters apart, and Blaine was mentally freaking out, because that one line was coming up, and Kurt's lips were thisfreakingclose.
My brother will be there at the door
Waves upon a tropical shore
My maiden aunt's mind is vicious
Kurt leaned in closer.
Yeah, that about did it for Blaine.
He leaned in and connected their lips, moving his hand up just as quickly to cup Kurt's cheek. Kurt was startled at first, but he felt all of the nervousness he had previously felt wash away as he melted into Blaine's touch, into the kiss. They both pulled away then, their eyes opening at the same time as the music continued in the background wordlessly.
"Oh, your lips are delicious." Blaine spoke rather than sang, completely out of place in the song.
Kurt didn't speak, only leaned in again to kiss Blaine once more, but with much more passion.
Their lips moved together in a synchronized way, as if they had been doing it forever, and to their delight, it felt like they were made to fit together.
Best Christmas present ever... They both thought as they pulled away again, and Kurt laughed, looking away.
"I think you're ready." He teased.
Blaine leaned in again, so that their lips were just barely touching, and smirked.
"Well, for the record — you are much better than that girl's gonna be..."
-.-
AHAHA! Loveeed that line! xD
After Blaine said it I was all, 'DIRTY THOUGHTS! DIRTY THOUGHTS!' :D lol
So...review? Please?