The Start of Something New: Dalton Academy Chapter 7: Sectionals, a glee fanfic

Hello, Lovely Readers!

Once again, it has been a week, and it is Sunday evening. :( I liked updating on Thursdays much better, so I'm planning on trying to get back on track with that this time, now that they mayhem has calmed down in my life. (Well, for the most part)As for this chapter, well it's a little bit of a filler, but it's important. I like feeling that the Warblers are more accepting here, as I made them. I hated how in canon, they didn't accept Kurt, and with the whole "Don't Cry For Me Argentina" spiel and all that jazz. I just felt bad and I hated how he didn't get his solo. But I love his and Rachel's little chat :D so I kept that here indirectly. Ugh. Canon Warblers upset me sometimes. So does early Blaine, like in the beginning. Wow, I rant. See? This is why I write. I don't know I just imagined the Warblers so much more... nice. Idk. But anyway, I did add a tiny bit of angst, if you squint. Most of it's happy. But I must say, I enjoy writing bitchy!Kurt. :) Now that I've talked that much, ONWARDS!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. Although I kinda wish I owned Darren Criss. And Chris Colfer, I would give him to my friend Lucas.

Chapter Seven: Sectionals

Kurt paced back in forth in the green room, not noticing the confused look Blaine was shooting him. The countertenor just couldn't get over the fact that he was performing a solo in front of more than a thousand people. He also couldn't get over the fact that he was damn terrified. Why? He had no idea. Well, he had several, but he couldn't exactly say which one. It couldn't be because of all the people; he had performed with the New Directions and he had never felt this nervous. Actually, he hadn't felt nervous at all. It might be because he was performing with Blaine. Blaine, his boyfriend. Maybe because he was singing the Beatles, and they were his mother's favorite band. He was worried he wasn't going to do them justice, thus not doing his mom justice. Actually, it might very well be D, all of the above. It could quite be the combined fact that he was singing the Beatles on stage with Blaine, his boyfriend, in front of more than a thousand people.

And oh. He was competing against the New Directions. His family. His former glee club. That, too.

He was going mad.

Kurt continued his pacing, walking back and forth and back and forth between the couches where the rest of the Warblers were lounging lazily, talking in anticipation of the up coming performance. The Hipsters were on now, and they were barely paying attention. Kurt had yet to notice Blaine's gaze, and he was still walking in a feeble attempt to clear his mind of nervousness and negative thoughts.

What if he tried to sing, and nothing came out? What if he forgot the words? What if he screwed up the choreography? (they were simple dance moves at that - the Warblers were not known for their dancing)

Blaine, giving up at just looking at Kurt, stood and grabbed him by the shoulders, steering him to the far end of the room, where it was less crowded.

"Kurt. Stop pacing," Blaine told him firmly.

"Well, seeing as your arms are effectively stopping that, I don't know what the problem is here," Kurt retorted.

Blaine knew his defense mode was up. He took a deep breath. "Listen, baby," he consoled, "just tell me what's wrong. I don't like to see you like this."

Kurt looked down, defeated, knowing he couldn't argue with Blaine while he was being so sweet and honest. "Has anyone ever literally died on stage? I have this fear that I'm gonna sing, and nothing's gonna come out. Or I'll forget the lyrics, or the choreography, or something! I'm just… I don't know. I'm freaking out! I'm singing the Beatles and they were my mom's favorite and I'm going to be up there in front of a thousand people and I'm gonna be up there with you, Blaine, and the New Directions are gonna be performing and watching me and oh, sweet Gaga, we're competing against cute, old people! I know you told me that you wouldn't judge me last night, but I just-"

Kurt was abruptly interrupted by Blaine's soft, warm lips pressed against his own, his arms still gripping the countertenor's shoulders. This wasn't a sweet, loving kiss, or a hot, passionate one; this was a 'shut up' kiss. Blaine pulled back after a few seconds and tipped Kurt's chin up with two of his fingers so their eyes met. Kurt's glasz eyes that were normally a happy blue-green, were a faded blue, heavily mixed with gray, and Blaine immediately knew he was really distraught over this.

"Do you really want to know what I think, Kurt?" Blaine asked.

"Fine, you can judge me," Kurt relented, although he said it in a defeated tone, not a mean one.

"I think it's adorable. I think you're adorable. And the only people that are gonna be dying tonight are the people in that audience; because you and I are gonna kill this thing. I got you." Blaine pressed another reassuring kiss to Kurt's nose, then to his forehead, then finally to his lips. "Okay?"

"Okay," Kurt whispered, leaning in to kiss him again. Blaine cupped his cheek with one hand, thumbing soft patterns over his jaw. Kurt pulled away, pressing their foreheads together. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Kurt." Blaine kissed Kurt again, in what was supposed to be a quick kiss, but he couldn't seem to will himself to separate from Kurt.

"Hey, lovebirds - I better be able to call you that now - get your butts over here! We go on in five! Warm ups now, making out later," Flint called to them. Kurt, instead of getting angry like the last time he had been called that name, he just smiled, and took Blaine's hand in his, walking over to the other side of the room where the Warbler's were beginning to warm up.

"And now, for our second performance of the program, from Dalton Academy in Westerville, the Warblers!"

"You got this," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear and swiftly kissed him on the cheek.

Kurt took a deep breath and nodded, following the rest of the Warblers on stage. They lined up in the center of the stage, in the three row formation. Then, several Warblers opened up with the beat, setting the tempo for "Here Comes the Sun." The rest of them began to sing, making noises to imitate the instrumental to the song. Kurt took another deep breath and stepped out in front of his group. He closed his eyes for two seconds, listened for his cue, and he began to sing after getting one last smile from Blaine.

Here comes the sun (doo doo doo doo)

Here comes the sun, and I say

It's all right

Flint and John joined in on the beat boxing, following the sounds the drums would normally make. The boys sounded flawless, Kurt's voice ringing out loud and clear, and the Warbler's tones blending in perfect harmony.

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter

Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun

Here comes the sun, and I say

It's all right

As Kurt was singing, he grew more and more confident, and he noticed the New Directions in the crowd. Rachel was pointing to her lips. She was telling Kurt to smile. His grin grew as he broke out into the chorus again, and he began to sing with more fire.

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces

Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun

Here comes the sun, and I say

It's all right

The Warblers broke away from their two step shuffle and small turns as the next group of lyrics began. Then, slowly, one by one, they stepped out of line and began to circle around Kurt in the middle, imitating a sun. Their voices all harmonized in the different voice parts that they were to create one voice.

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

As they all snapped on the time of the beat, Blaine caught Kurt's eye and gave him a wink, causing Kurt's grin to grow even wider. He was having an adrenaline rush, and now he could no longer remember what he was nervous about. The New Directions were all smiling up at him, dancing along to his performance, as was the rest of the audience, who looked really into it. Blaine was smiling and being casually flirtatious with him. Plus, he was absolutely rocking this song. His confidence grew even more, and he poured his heart and soul into his performance.

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting

Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear

Here comes the sun

Here comes the sun, and I say

It's all right

Kurt did a little twirl in the center of the Warblers, and they all walked, in a dance-like manner, to the other side of the stage. They halted and all performed a spin and slowly spread out their arms, before walking back to their original formation, and ending the song.

Here comes the sun

Here comes the sun, and I say

It's all right

Kurt took a bow, reveling in the spotlight on him, and the cheers and applause erupting from the crowd. He turned around, and stepped back into his place in the formation, just as Nick and Jeff stepped out. They had rearranged "Come Together" as an a cappella duet, and it sounded amazing. The couple stood before the other sixteen Warblers, and they all stepped backwards slightly, spreading out their formation. Then, the Warblers heard their cue, and began to sing. Nick sang the first verse, opening up with his smooth voice.

Here come old flat top

He come groovin' up slowly

He got joo joo eyeballs

He one holy rollers

He got hair down to his knee

Got to be a joker

He just do what he please

The Warblers all stood still, only moving their lips, and Jeff, went to sing the next verse, listening for the cue that he knew would come from Flint's beat boxing.

He wear no shoeshine

He got toe jam football

He got monkey finger

He shoot Coca Cola

He say I know you, you know me

One thing I can tell you is

You got to be free

The two boys harmonized on the two line chorus, blending their voices, and sounding absolutely flawless.

Come together, right now

Over me

Now, Niff began to move, weaving in and out of the now - shuffling between the Warblers, shifting from making eye contact with the crowd, and each other. Their chemistry was amazing, but you wouldn't be able to tell that it was the love kind. Most would figure it was just two very good soloists, but the Warblers knew the case; they were two boys in love. Nick took the next verse again, loving the way several Warblers would come in after each "he got", blending their voices again.

He bad production

He got walrus gumboot

He got Ono sideboard

He one spinal cracker

He got feet down below his knees

Hold you in his armchair

You can feel his disease

Jeff joined Nick again with the short chorus, their voices washing over the audience, sounding happy, energetic, and absolutely fabulous.

Come together, right now

Over me

Once Jeff began his next verse, the two boys had finished weaving between their friends and choir members, and stopped in the back, on the top step of the stage, facing each other. The music the Warblers were producing was unlike anything most of the audience members had ever heard. A cappella was rare, and it was so interesting; it was captivating them. They all listened intently, as Jeff sang the final verse.

He roller coaster

He got early warning

He got muddy water

He one Mojo filter

He say one and one and one is three

Got to be good looking

Cause he's so hard to see

Come together right now

Over me

All of the Warblers clapped their hands on the final lines of the song, the audience joining in. Nick and Jeff had made their way back to the front again, softly singing the "yeah"s and putting pure passion into the "come together"s that they sang, enjoying every minute of their performance.

Come together, yeah

When the song ended, Nick and Jeff clasped hands briefly, bowed, and then reluctantly let go, not wanting to spark the homophobia in anyone. They made their way back to their places in the formation, each winking at Blaine as he stepped out to sing his solo. Blaine took a deep breath, already feeling his "performance high" coming on. The adrenaline was pumping and his heart was racing - but that might've also been because of the fact that he was about to indirectly serenade Kurt to his deceased mother's favorite band, but he tried not to focus on that. Blaine just wanted to sing. There were no nerves, just those little butterflies of thrill he got every time before he began to sing; it happened in any performance. The Warblers restarted their two step shuffle as Blaine began to sing.

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you,

Tomorrow I'll miss you;

Remember I'll always be true.

And then while I'm away,

I'll write home ev'ryday,

And I'll send all my loving to you.

He poured all of his emotion into the song, thinking back to last night and how he and Kurt had shared their first "I love you"s. His grin was so bright - unbreakable.

I'll pretend that I'm kissing

The lips I am missing

And hope that my dreams will come true.

And then while I'm away,

I'll write home ev'ryday,

And I'll send all my loving to you

Blaine prepared for the short chorus, and all of the Warblers snapped in unison as he sang the first line.

All my loving I will send to you.

All my loving, darling I'll be true.

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you,

Tomorrow I'll miss you:

Remember I'll always be true.

And then while I'm away,

I'll write home ev'ryday,

And I'll send all my loving to you

Blaine smiled, preparing for the closing lines, knowing lots of the Warblers - including Kurt and his stunning countertenor voice - would be harmonizing with him. Blaine shot his boyfriend a winning, yet hasty smile over shoulder as he moved about the front of the stage

All my loving, I will send to you

All my loving, darling, I'll be true

All my loving, all my loving

Ooh, all my loving, I will sent to you

The audience immediately erupted into applause, almost everyone standing. Kurt saw the New Directions in the crowd as he scanned, and noticed their enthusiastic cheering. The Warblers all hugged each other in one big mob of boys. Nick and Jeff were hugging tightly, and Blaine, on a whim, pressed a messy kiss to Kurt's cheek. Kurt clung to Blaine's arm, and the Warblers paraded off stage. Once they made their way back to the green room for the five minutes they still had, Kurt immediately kissed his boyfriend on the lips passionately. Blaine responded eagerly, even lifting Kurt off of the ground for a few seconds. The excitement and buzz of the performance was enlivening them - but just the light feeling of being in love was present, too.

"What was that for?" Blaine asked, mumbling against Kurt's lips.

Kurt moved away a little, so he could look into Blaine's warm honey eyes. He smirked. "Oh, so there has to be a reason to kiss my boyfriend now?"

"Mmh, no," Blaine said, pecking Kurt again. "But, I know you, and there is one."

"Dick," Kurt muttered.

Cameron who heard their conversation, once again interjected, "Yeah, he likes yours!"

Blaine smirked, while Kurt flushed a brilliant red, but rolled his eyes, trying not to seem embarrassed.

"Anyway," Blaine said loudly, directing the word at Cameron, who was still tittering at his joke with Jesse, "tell me."

"You really wanna know?" Kurt asked, drawling his words, sounding slightly sarcastic. Blaine shot a fake glare Kurt's way, who smiled and said more softly and meaningfully, "I'm really proud of you, is all, Blaine. That song was beautiful, and it was so amazing to be able to sing alongside you. It was exhilarating." Kurt beamed, and Blaine's grin grew.

"My pleasure, darling," Blaine said, quoting the term of endearment from the song, and stressing the word. "Maybe next time, we can sway Wes to give us a duet." Blaine winked - and turned so he stood next to Kurt, wrapping an arm around his waist.

"Mmh… maybe."

"And now, for our final performance of the program, from McKinley High, the New Directions!"

The Warblers sat in their seats in the audience, turning their heads as Sam and Quinn entered the crowd from the back. Their maroon, black, and white outfits matched nicely, and their voices sounded beautiful together. Slowly, they made their way to the front of the room, and onto the stage. The other members of the glee club appeared as the curtain drew up, showing off the source of the other harmonizing voices, and the boys and girls doing their dance moves.

"Wow! Someone other than Finn and Rachel are leading? What is this crazy talk?" Kurt whispered to Blaine, who chuckled.

"They sound nice though, I'm impressed, Kurt."

"Yeah. They really are good." Kurt stated, sounding a little wistful.

"You miss them." It wasn't a question.

"Of course I do, they're my family," Blaine frowned slightly, "but so are you and the Warblers, and you've been so kind and accepting and I'm thankful for that. I love you guys, too." Blaine smiled warmly, putting his arm around Kurt's shoulder in the audience chairs, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I even got to talk to Rachel a little, before. She was so kind - which is weird for her, because we used to despise each other - and she asked if I missed them. I even miss her, her insanity and all. Believe it or not, she helped me with finding my audition song. She asked me how it went, and I'm really genuinely proud to say it went well."

"That's amazing Kurt. You're amazing. You'll have to introduce me soon, right?"

"Of course." Kurt turned his attention back to his former glee club as they broke into the next song. He saw Santana, after getting an embellishment placed in her hair by Brittany and Rachel, step forward from the rear end of the stage. She began to sing to Amy Winehouse's "Valerie", as Brittany and Mike moved to the front of the stage to dance. Their moves looked nearly impossible, performing steps and flips and turns in unison, moving as one. Santana's vocals were impeccable, her voice suiting the song; she interacted with the others in the group using playful hand gestures and expressions. The New Directions were amazing, and the Warblers knew so.

As another flip was done, David whispered, "Hot damn, they're good."

"But so are we," Was said hopefully and determinedly.

Kurt remained transfixed on the performance and Blaine moved his arm so it lay on top of Kurt's on the arm rest, Kurt's wrist facing upwards. Blaine entwined their fingers, and the countertenor squeezed his boyfriend's hand, to indicate that he noticed the gesture, but his eyes did not peel away from his former glee club.

Kurt wasn't conflicted, no, just reminiscing. Watching them perform without him was like a little bit of a wakeup call. They said that he was still one of them, but it sure didn't feel that way. He missed them, and not being up there alongside them was like a flood - a flood of all the memories he had shared with his little family, but also of a realization that he couldn't perform with them anymore. Not that he didn't want to, oh no, he did. It was just that Kurt couldn't without being in fear or under threat.

There was a squeeze on his hand again, and that reminded him of something else. He had the Warblers; a new group of friends - brothers. He had Blaine. He smiled and looked down the row of boys, clad in navy and red blazers, most looking with interest at the performance before them.

Maybe he was a little conflicted, but it warmed his heart to know that he had two groups of people who loved him. For a while, it had felt as if he had none. The New Directions finished, and Kurt beamed at them, rising out of his seat to applaud them immediately. They left the stage, and Mercedes caught his eye. He winked. Kurt brought his and Blaine's hands up to his mouth, and gave the latter's hand a soft kiss. "Thank you," he whispered.

Blaine, not being a mind reader or knowing what Kurt was thinking, had no idea what Kurt was thankful for, but he noticed his boyfriend's soft, happy smile. Blaine returned Kurt's kiss gently, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, and smiled. That was all Kurt needed.

Adrenaline was pumping through his veins a mile a minute. Blaine stood on the stage with the rest of the Warblers, the Hipsters, and the New Directions. He was clinging to Kurt's hand like a lifeline, probably painfully. Kurt, sensing his boyfriend's nerves, just soothingly ran his thumb over the back of Blaine's hand. The blazer-clad boys were nearly exploding with anticipation. They hadn't made it past Sectionals in several years, though they hadn't had a lead as strong as Blaine, a countertenor in their midst, or council members as brilliant as Wes, David, and Thad, in a long time either. With his other hand, he crossed his fingers as the Hipsters exited the stage, coming in third. Kurt squeezed his hand, and jaw literally hung open as the results were announced after the round man's little speech. "It's a tie!"

Kurt looked thrilled, hugging Blaine with all he had. The rest of the Warblers were jumping up and down like excited little girls, happy to just be moving on. The New Directions looked excited, but not nearly as excited as the Warblers, who were now huddling in a group hug, crushing each other.

Wes and David whispered to each other in the midst of the excitement, as Blaine shook Mr. Schuester's hand and took their trophy. Then, very loudly, Wes called, "After party, choir room, 7:30!"

Everyone cheered, and exited, buzzing as they headed towards their bus.

"You guys really do have lots of gatherings and traditions and parties," Kurt said, walking from the dining hall to the choir room. He clasped Blaine's handing his, swinging them between each other.

"Yeah… now that I think about it, we do," Blaine pondered. "I guess it's from all of the development over the years. This school's been around here for a long time now, y'know."

"Yeah, I know, Blaine. Wes is one of our closest friends. He is the school's handbook and history!" Kurt exclaimed.

Blaine chuckled. "That's true. He's nothing without his gavel, though." He shuddered at the many times people have tried taking it away. He had been one of those people once… never going back.

"Mhm," Kurt hummed. "There are too many scary thoughts on what would happen if you guys took it away again." Blaine shot him a questioning look. Had he been here when they stole it recently? "David filled me in on his heterosexual partner's issues. As well as their "bromance" stumbles and make ups. They're quite odd, really. I question their sexuality sometimes. They're such a married couple." Blaine cringed for a second at the thought of that kiss, but laughed, because what Kurt was saying was so true - Jesse and Cameron tormented them about it all the time.

When they reached the choir room, the doors were shut, and Nick and Jeff stood before them, wrapped in each other's arms, hugging tightly, both with their eyes closed. It was rare to see one of their more… sentimental moments, as most of the time they were just making out. But there was so much to their relationship that they didn't let on. They knew each other in and out, and really loved each other - they just didn't always show it, or at least, come off that way.

"Aww," Kurt cooed softly. "I don't wanna break them apart. They're too adorable."

"You're adorable," Blaine said.

"And you're a sap."

"You love it." Blaine squeezed his hand and looked into Kurt's eyes, now shining a bright sapphire.

"That I do," Kurt responded, staring back into Blaine's hazel eyes, getting lost in them, like he always did. They were his weakness. Blaine leaned in and kissed Kurt softly on the forehead, on the nose, and on the lips, once, twice, three times, all love-filled and soft and sweet. Kurt's lips were delicious, tasting of his Mango Butter Burt's Bees chap stick.

"May I borrow some of your chap stick? It tastes awesome."

"Mmh… sure." Kurt had a glint in his eyes as he leaned in again, kissing Blaine a little harder, but only once. He pulled away far too soon for Blaine's liking. He whined quietly at the loss of contact, not wanting to disturb Niff, who were still relishing in the sweet contact and quiet hallway.

"Thanks," Blaine whispered.

Kurt winked. "Anytime." They then stood together awkwardly, waiting for Nick and Jeff.

"Y'know you guys can go in, right?" Nick spoke up, spooking Klaine. "Uh.. yeah. Sorry. We didn't want to… interrupt," Blaine stated.

"Well, the whispering didn't help," Jeff joked. "We'll catch up with you in a few."

Kurt and Blaine both smiled sheepishly and pushed the two wooden doors open. Several Warblers were already there - most of them, actually - strewn across the room, drinking out of red cups that also littered the choir room floor. Kurt's eyes bulged, and Blaine noticed. "Not, love, it's not spiked. We're at school. It's just this crazy punch that Flint makes that has way too much sugar in it, and it makes everyone pretty much crazy with a sucrose high. It's very entertaining." Kurt breathed a sigh of relief, then giggled. "The Warblers really only drink when it's someone's birthday," Blaine continued. "We usually go to someone's house - most likely whoever's birthday it is - and party outrageously hard. The Warblers are nuts. Prep school does that to a person."

"I've noticed," Kurt chuckled. "I probably won't be drinking when that birthday rolls around though. Bad experiences involving middle-aged high schoolers and doe-eyed guidance counselors." Kurt shuddered.

"Interesting. You'll have to explain that one to me sometime."

"Will do-"

"GUYS! KLAINE IS HERE! WHOOHOO! COME ON! HAVE SOME PUNCH CRAP! IT'S AWESOME!" Jesse exclaimed loudly, grabbing the two hands of the boys that weren't clasped together, dragging them further into the room.

"You sure this isn't spiked?" Kurt asked, his voice laced with sarcasm, though sounding a little dubious.

Blaine laughed. "I'm pretty sure."

Cameron shoved red cups into their hands and grinned lopsidedly at them, waiting for their first sip.

Kurt gave Blaine a questioning glance, and the latter just shrugged. "Cheers," Kurt toasted, holding out his cup.

"Cheers," Blaine repeated, clinking his glass against Kurt's. Surprisingly, the drink was delicious, very sweet, but still, delicious.

"Not bad," Kurt muttered on the edge of his cup.

"Not at all," Blaine agreed. Then something caught his attention. "Yo, Wesley!"

"What?" he yelled from the other side of the room.

"Where's the tunes? No music means no party."

"Oh. Uh, I forgot. You do it."

Blaine rolled his eyes and mumbled, "Fine." He released Kurt's hand and walked to the iPod dock that sat near the council's table. He pulled his iPhone out of his pocket and put it on the dock, effectively turning on his "PARTAAYY!" playlist. He smiled when Katy Perry's "Last Friday Night" came on. Blaine sang along to the music and found his way back over to Kurt. With his free hand, he twirled Kurt around, who beamed and giggled, and found himself singing along as well. Several Warblers - all of whom were in attendance now, save Nick and Jeff - also joined in on their singing, slightly off key. Then, right as "My Humps" by the Black Eyed Peas turned on, Nick and Jeff burst into the room, right when the first line was sounding out.

"Watcha gonna do with all that junk, all that junk inside your trunk?" they exclaimed widely, singing loudly.

"Imma get, get, get you drunk, get you love drunk off my hump!" the other boys called back.

"My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely, lady lumps! Check it out!" They all sang that line together, laughing and sounding atrocious, and that was saying something. They were a singing group, after all.

Kurt whispered to Blaine as they danced, "Do they always walk in and sing to the beginning of a song?"

Blaine chuckled. "No, not usually. I guess it's more of a recent trend."

Kurt laughed and threw his head back a little, closing his eyes, and exposing the pale, soft column of his neck. Blaine couldn't resist, he moved in a little where Kurt was still lightly swaying to the beat of the music, and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, his neck still exposed. "Hey," Blaine whispered.

Kurt giggled again. "Hi, Blainers." Blaine had nothing to say after that, and started peppering soft kisses on the edge of Kurt's jaw, slowly moving down towards his neck. "Blaine, we're at a party," Kurt ridiculed.

"Mmh… so?" Blaine mumbled against Kurt's neck, sending shivers up the countertenor's spine.

"It's awkward!" Kurt complained.

"No. It's not. Look at Nick and Jeff!" The two were grinding shamelessly in the middle of the dance floor, the other Warblers around them. Their hands were everywhere, and they kissed often. "Kurt, this is what parties were made for." He went back to kissing Kurt's neck, and Kurt's eyes fluttered shut.

"A-at least… at least let's go sit," Kurt breathed, finding it hard to talk through the sensations Blaine was giving him.

"Mmh… okay," Blaine muttered, licking a stripe on Kurt's neck, grabbing his hand while still leaning on him, and dragging him over to a loveseat. Kurt sat first and Blaine settled in on his lap, his legs flung over the arm rest, and his feet hanging over the edge. Blaine immediately went back to kissing Kurt - on his neck, his perfectly defined jaw, on his check, on his ear, on his lips. Kurt's eyes were closed and Blaine was focused on his work, loving the smooth, milky, alabaster skin, licking, kissing, sucking, blowing warm air, loving the way Kurt would shiver, or whimper softly so the others couldn't hear over the music.

"Blaine… no marks," Kurt whispered breathily.

"Uh… no more marks?" Blaine asked.

"Blaine Anderson! You left marks! Oh you are so lucky that it's December! Scarves aren't always in, y'know."

"I know, Kurt, but it's nearly winter. I plan ahead."

"Mhm. Sure. Just watch yourself, Anderson."

"I'd rather watch you."

"Haha, very funny," Kurt responded drily.

"It's true!"

"Okay," Kurt drawled, up talking to show he didn't believe Blaine.

"Yes, okay." Blaine looked up at Kurt through his eyelashes from where he was now resting his head on his boyfriend's shoulder. Kurt's eyes, now a more blue-green, with a little yellow here and there, were looking into Blaine's that almost shone pure gold with love and happiness. The countertenor leaned down and kissed Blaine tenderly, just lying there with him in his arms, letting his eyes fall shut again, breathing the tenor in. He was all contentment - easy and relaxed.

"God, I love you," Blaine whispered against his lips when they (barely) separated. It was only the fourth time those words had been uttered to each other, and each time it seemed to be more and more sincere.

"I love you, too. So much." They continued to cuddle on the couch, absorbing each other's company.

The only thing that snapped them out of it was when John was peering at them from above, his eyes trained on Kurt's neck.

"Damn, Hummel! Guys, check out Kurt's hickey!" John called. Kurt gasped and his hands flew up to his neck. "Well… hickeys," John corrected under his breath.

"Babe," Blaine whispered, "they're kinda… everywhere. Covering them up won't do you any good. I'm sorry. I got carried away. I just love your skin so much. I suggest you don't look in the mirror."

"More like you're not in the mood to be slapped," Jeff corrected.

Kurt narrowed his eyes and lowered his hands, not caring that much anymore as the rest of the Warblers came around to observe.

"Nice one, Anderson!" Nick H. congratulated, clapping Blaine on the back, sipping from his own red cup.

Blaine laughed lightly and responded. "Thanks. Now, I do believe that this calls for a game. What 'this'," -he emphasized by putting air quotes around the word - "is, well, I don't know, but we're playing Never Have I Ever."'

Cheers rang out and Kurt huffed, slinking back into the couch.

The Warblers sat on the couches in a bit of an awkward circle, each with ten fingers raised, cups of punch around them.

"I'm first!" James called. "I call it!" The Warblers really didn't care who went first, so no one argued with him. "Uh… never have I ever… gotten a solo." James grinned.

"Boring!" Wes called. James rolled his eyes, and Blaine, Nick, Jeff, and Kurt put a finger down and took a swig from their cups, even though there was no alcohol, and it had no affect on their coherency.

Then it was Jesse's turn, who sat next to James. "Okay, uh, never have I ever made out with a guy. And I mean, like make out. Not just kissing. You guys know where dares have gotten us." Several guys shuddered or grimaced at the memories.

Nick narrowed his eyes. "You suck," he muttered as he lowered a finger along with Jeff, Kurt, Blaine, and Trent.

"No, honey," Cameron joked. "I believe, as the gay one, you're the one who sucks. No?" Jesse cracked up, along with many other boys. Nick just groaned and didn't even bother to say anything else.

Cameron was next. "Never have I ever sat on Wes's lap," he said, targeting David, who scowled. He, along with Blaine, Luke, Thad, Richard, and Nick H. lowered a finger. No one bothered to question why - most had their reasons, whether it be to shut him up, just for fun, lack of seats, or to fart on him for being annoying. No one really cared.

"I swear you guys are targeting me," Blaine muttered, moving even closer into Kurt's side, where they still sat on the loveseat on his boyfriend's lap.

"Well," Andrew, who was next after Cameron, started, "I wasn't actually planning on doing that… but now that you mention it - never have I ever had dark hair. So there, not only am I targeting you, but almost every other guy in this room."

Blaine groaned, and put down yet another finger, along with Cameron, Trent, Jesse, David, Nick, Wes, Thad, Luke, Nick H., and John.

"Wait, I don't count right?" Kurt interjected, unsure about his chestnut locks.

"Uh…No. Your hair isn't dark, dark. So, no. You and Ethan are safe." The two boys mentioned breathed out and smiled, and Andrew looked over at Trent, gesturing that it was his turn.

"Oh, my turn?" Trent asked. "Uh, never have I ever… uh, I don't know!"

Cameron rolled his hazel eyes, and stated bluntly, "Just say had a boyfriend, Trent. Come on. There's like, an infinite list of things you haven't done. God." He sounded really irritated, but most assumed that since he had tried to interfere with what Wes and David had crowned "the making of Klaine," Cameron had always been a little less tolerant of Trent. Whether he admitted it or not, he was secretly rooting for Kurt and Blaine since "Teenage Dream".

"Ugh. Okay, fine. Never have I ever had a boyfriend," Trent repeated. The two gay couples' fingers went down, seeming bored.

"Targeting me," Blaine sang under his breath. Then he spoke louder, looking at his hands. "Okay guys, seriously. I have five fingers left. There's only been five turns! God."

"Be a man," Kurt told him. All of the Warblers laughed at this, noting Kurt's lack of support.

"Meany."

"I'm being honest, Blainers. When it's your turn, just think of something that will get everyone else out. Be creative."

"How do you expect me to do that? I'm not as talented as you," Blaine countered, tapping Kurt's nose.

"Clearly." Blaine rolled his eyes when Kurt tapped his nose back.

"LOVEBIRDS!" Flint interjected. "Have your sickeningly adorable squabble later. It's my turn bitches. Never have I ever been to Disney World."

That got everyone's attention. Kurt looked about ready to push Blaine right off of him and slap some sense into him, and everyone else, save John and Luke, were looking at him like he had grown another head.

"Wait, wait, wait. WHAT?" Kurt exclaimed, sounding ready kill. "You have never been to Disney World? What in the name of Patti LuPone is wrong with you?"

"Nothing. I just don't see the appeal," Flint said calmly. "John and Luke haven't been either! It's not that big of a deal."

"Wait, did you just say not that big of a deal? Oh, my God. I can't talk to you. Are you seriously missing out on such an opportunity? Disney World makes childhood. You three are seriously deprived," Kurt huffed, eyes still wide, and extremely confused at his friends' lack of appeal regarding the famous theme park.

"Um, sorry? I'm a dude!" Flint tried to back himself.

"Excuse me? So is everyone else in this room, dude." He spat the word. "And if that comment was directed towards me directly, I suggest you rethink your words, because I am a guy. Although I come off as effeminate, I'm still all man, and I doubt you want proof." Kurt was growing more and more angry, and Blaine had sensed that, so he moved off of his boyfriend and instead sat next to him, instinctively wrapping a protective arm around his shoulder. "I understand the policy here, and I don't know whether that was breaking it or not, but if you have a problem with me, or my sexuality, or my voice, talk to your stuffed animals. I'm sure they'll be intrigued. Everyone here, I'm not so sure." Kurt crossed his arms, trying to control his anger. "Jeff, I do believe it's your turn."

Jeff, knowing not to do anything to drastic while the mood was still heavy simply said, " Never have I ever kissed a girl. Well, passionately. Pecks don't count." Nick pecked him lightly on the lips.

"That doesn't count?" he asked.

"Maybe you're an exception." Jeff smirked. All of the boys in the room lowered a finger except Trent, Nick, and Blaine. They had always known they were gay. They didn't need to explore too much.

Jeff noted Kurt's lowered finger. "Kurt?"

"Not in the mood," he growled, crossing his arms even tighter.

"Aww, please, Kurty-pie? I can slap Flint for you, if that's what you need."

"Fine, but later. I need to be there for that." Blaine cocked his head in interest at Kurt's story. He had never heard this one. "Last year, my dad was really bonding with my step-brother Finn, who wasn't my step-brother back then, and I was really jealous, as they had so much in common. So in order to impress my dad, I tried to 'appear' straight. I wore vests and flannels and such hideous clothes I had to burn them afterwards, I spoke in a deeper voice, and even sang Mellencamp in glee club. Then, my friend Brittany told me my performance was hot, and to keep her record of making out with every boy in the school, she asked if she could 'tap this', so I let her. My dad actually ended up walking in on us, and I got really frustrated after he said accepted me with whatever I choose, so I sang "Rose's Turn" in our auditorium. That's how I kissed a girl. Happy?" He spoke in an angry monotone the entire time, not really speaking with much interest in his story.

Jeff nodded at him, not wanting to push his buttons even more.

"Can we hear your deep voice?" Cameron asked Kurt, sounding like an excited little boy at the idea of Kurt speaking low.

Despite himself, Kurt played along, and lowered his voice immensely when he answered, "No." Most of the Warblers cracked up at his low tone, and he cracked a smile, even if he was furious at the beat boxing Warbler who insulted him.

"Nicky, it's your turn," Jeff said.

"Oh, uh, right," Nick spoke, sounding unsure of what to say for what he hasn't done. "Never have I ever… fixed or rebuilt a car."

Kurt allowed his grin to grow wider at this one, dropping a finger along with Blaine, Wes, David, Jesse, Cameron, John, Thad, and Luke.

"Blaine?" Jeff questioned again, like he'd done with Kurt.

"My dad tried to straighten me out once. Didn't work. It was kind of fun though."

"Kurt?" Wes asked, tentatively, not wanting to upset him. He added something at last second. "You let your clothes get that close to grease?"

Kurt chuckled lightly. "I have my own coveralls. No worries, Wes. They have my name on them, to go over my McKinley football t-shirts, and the sneakers I own. I fix cars all the time. My dad owns a car shop. I help him out when I'm up for it. I grew up around that environment. Just like I go to the gym to work out like guys do, and play video games with my step-brother and beat his sorry ass."

"Sweet!" Thad exclaimed. "Does that mean you can help me with my engine light? It's driving me insane! It's been on, for like the past week. I can't figure out why."

"Of course, Thad. It would be my pleasure," Kurt responded coolly, though his gaze was trained on Flint, who seemed surprise at his burst of masculinity. "Pleased, Flint?"

"Uh, yeah, sorry, dude."

"Don't call me dude. And don't think this is getting you out of being slapped. Because it's not." Flint didn't bother to respond, and Kurt vaguely gestured to Ethan to go next.

"Never have I ever gotten pantsed," Ethan said.

Cameron quirked an eyebrow. "We can change that." He smiled devilishly and he and Jesse fist bumped.

"No, thank you." All of the Warblers except Jeff, Kurt, and James put a finger down now.

"Okay," Blaine interjected. "It's my turn now. Thank God. I might not have finished the round! I only have two fingers left!" Kurt laughed into his shoulder. "Oh, hush you, you have six. Close enough."

"Obviously not," he teased, and pecked him on the lips to make up for it.

"Never have I ever," Blaine started, pausing for dramatic effect, "been jealous of anybody in this room - and I'm being totally honest here."

Trent's finger flew down first, and he not so subtly looked at Kurt, who found his way into Blaine's lap, wanting to be closer. Blaine complied, holding him tight, and inhaling his scent. One by one, the Warblers' fingers went down, thinking about times they had been jealous, and eventually, everyone had put a finger down.

"See, Blainers, creativity came to you. Good job," he congratulated, kissing him passionately and relishing in the warmth he emitted. They pressed their foreheads together and Kurt pondered his options for 'Never Have I Ever's.

"Hmm…" Kurt thought aloud, moving his face away from Blaine's. "Never have I ever left the country." Dalton, being an expensive boarding school, had wealthy students, and all of the Warblers lowered a finger, some of them becoming dangerously close to being out - especially Blaine, who was now at one finger left. "Thought so." Kurt smirked.

Thad followed, saying, "Never have I ever had a girlfriend from Crawford Country Day." Wes and David groaned simultaneously and put down a finger, as did John, Andrew, Flint, Jesse, and Cameron. Thad smiled triumphantly at his somewhat decent try.

"Never have I ever tried out for a solo," John said, who went next. Blaine, - who screamed, "I'M OUT!" when he put his finger down- Kurt, Nick, Jeff, Wes, Thad, Trent, David, and Ethan all put a finger down, and Nick was beginning to look defeated, as he only had one finger left, and there were five more Warblers to go around the circle.

Richard was up after John. "Never have I ever questioned my sexuality." Nick groaned as he put down his final finger and flopped back, putting his head in Jeff's lap.

"You guys are all bitches," Nick stated, frowning.

Jeff, Kurt, Wes, David, Trent, Luke, and Thad all put fingers down too, being honest with themselves and their friends, knowing that they wouldn't be judged.

"I'M OUT!" David and Thad called together, imitating Blaine.

Luke followed Richard and simply said, "Never have I ever had sex." Cameron laughed at him as he put down his finger, along with Jesse, Wes, Thad, Jeff, Andrew, John, Flint, Ethan, and James. Luke rolled his eyes, and Nick H. was after him. He pondered for a minute, then decided on something.

"Never have I ever gone skinny dipping."

"If I were still in my finger would be down!" Blaine interjected, catching the hitch in Kurt's breath when he shouted it.

"Me too!" Nick said.

"Me three!" Thad said.

"Me four!" David exclaimed.

Jeff, Cameron, Jesse, Richard, and James's fingers dropped, and they all had a mischievous glint in their eyes, reminiscing about the daring time that they did it.

"I'm no longer in the game bitches. Fifth place it is…" Jesse yelled. "I actually figured I would be out sooner, but the first couple of these were very… well, gay. In the not offensive way." The five gay guys shrugged, understanding what he meant - after all, most guys don't make out with other guys and call them their boyfriends.

"Wes is last," David called out. "I got out before I got to go, so he's the last one. Do you want to play till we're all out - I vote no for that one, 'cause, I mean, James only has one hand - or just have him go and be done?"

"Option A," James called, slightly embarrassed at his lack of fingers.

"Okay, first choice it is," David announced.

Wes spoke up next. "Never have I ever… hmm… come in first in a game of Never Have I Ever."

"That shows where your life is," Cameron interjected, laughing and putting down a finger. "Bitches, I'm out."

"Me too," Kurt said, flicking down his final finger. Jeff and Wes also put down their final fingers, and called their finishes, while Richard and Andrew also putting down a finger, but not their last.

"Well, I'd say that's a game well played boys," Blaine said, snuggling into the couch and into his boyfriend, excited to see how the rest of the party would unfold.

What did you guys think? Review and let me know! Did I mention how much I love you guys for those? Well I do. A lot. So yay! Keep 'em coming! 3

Next: Competition Week (This chapter is going to be very, very, very fun. I'm already writing it, and it's gonna be exciting. QUINCY IS BACK... dun dun dun)

Then: Introductions and Holidays

I saw in a spoiler from Chris Colfer that Blaine is "going to be in the episode, but not in the way you'd think." Hmmm... odd. I don't care. He's in it, I'm happy. I'm ridiculously excited for "Heart" guys. No joke. In honor of Kurt, Glee, and the Beatles, my friends even made "The Lonely Hearts Club" T-shirts for Valentine's day. We're single, nerds, lonely, and one of us is gay. At least we have each other... *sighs*