Yeah. Um, so the chapter. About that. And its lateness. Sorry. I feel awful. I hope you didn't think that I abandoned you! Because I wouldn't do that! Well my only excuses are: it's pretty damn long, I've had a super busy week, and I'm writing a new story for a competition at school. So yeah. Sorry :( I still love you though! I'm also very depressed that we're only a week and a half through this hiatus and I'm already craving it. Ugh. Kill me.
Also, I've been thinking of starting a new story (after I finish the one from the contest) and it'd be RPF. I know it's very controversial and complicated, but I'd like to make it as real as possible. Colorful: Darren Criss is a colorful person. No one can deny that. There are so many different aspects to him - his beautiful voice, his instrumental talent, his goofiness, his charm, not to mention his ridiculously good looks. All of this was just a little too obvious to one Chris Colfer. RPF Yes? No? Maybe? If I don't hear anything, I might not do it. I'll think about it. Enjoy!
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 Ten: Competition Week Part II
Tension. Mayhem. Nerves. Excitement. Anticipation. Any and all of those words could be used to describe Dalton Academy on Friday. The school was buzzing the entire day, and classes were less intense, in order to accommodate the excitement of the boys. The school was alight with energy, and both wings of the academy were hoping for a reason to celebrate.
At lunch, Blaine had told Wes to call for an emergency Warblers meeting so they could practice one last time for their performance. During Kurt's last class of the day, he received a text from Mercedes.
We're so pumped for tonight! - M, R, Q, T, B, + S
Kurt rolled his eyes. Of course they were texting him.
You're sure you want to come? The Warblers are a little… insane. - K
Kurt was joking, naturally. There was no way they weren't coming.
YES! - M, R, Q, T, B, + S
All right… Be here at 4:30. That'll be right in the middle of fencing, but it's a two hour drive. Nothing you can do about it. - K
:( We thought fencing was sexy! - M, R, Q, T, B, + S
Oh, it is, but boxing and polo… WAY SEXIER. And I'm sure Thad will model the fencing uniform for you if you really want to see it, girls. - K
:) Yay! See you soon, Kurt! - M, R, Q, T, B, + S
Bye, ladies. - K
Kurt managed to get through the whole conversation without getting caught, and he cautiously slipped his phone back into his blazer pocket. He snuck a glance at Blaine, who was drumming his fingers nervously against the desk. He did have a lot to be worrying about though - a lot to live up to. He was stressing about winning three different matches.
The South Wing had won the second match, so now the North had to win tonight, or polo was out of the question for them.
In fencing, only Blaine and Quincy were left.
Same went for boxing.
In all honesty, Blaine was freaking out.
Last year, as a freshman, he had less on his plate. He was still new, so no one really knew that he was that good, plus he was young, and had transferred in the middle of October. This year, everyone knew. They knew he was good and that he was the person who could lead them to victory.
On Thursday, the North Wing lost the polo match by one. Now they had to win to take the Championship. Blaine was determined to win. They had to win. Blaine wanted to succeed for his team, for Kurt. He wanted to make his boyfriend proud, even though Blaine knew that Kurt would be either way.
And maybe he wanted another reason to "celebrate."
His fingers were tapping on the desk anxiously and his leg was jumping up and down on its own. Blaine forced himself to take a deep breath and he saw Kurt glance at him from the other side of the room. He smiled halfheartedly and Kurt noticed. His boyfriend mouthed "I love you," and made a heart with his hands under the desk. The gesture immediately calmed Blaine down and he turned back to the board, tapping subsided.
_ "God, I need to stretch," Blaine groaned to himself in the locker room, pulling on his fencing uniform.
"Then I suggest you stretch, hobbit, because you're about to get your ass wiped across those blue fencing mats."
Blaine pulled his shirt over his head and turned around to be face to face with none other than Quincy Jacobs. "Jacobs," Blaine muttered coldly.
"Anderson," he muttered right back. Quincy just stared at Blaine icily, so he turned around to put on his shoes. "All right short ass, you're going to lose out there and then your beautiful little boyfriend is going to come running to me. I suggest you go say goodbye."
Blaine turned and almost lost his temper. He took a deep breath and told himself not to. Then, he scoffed. "Sure, Quincy, he'll come running to you the same day he'll shave his head and get a tattooed sleeve on his arm, 'kay? I suggest you stop messing with him, and stop messing with me, because you're being a serious dick. Now leave me alone." Blaine never yelled or screamed; he kept his voice a level, firm tone.
Quincy just laughed humorlessly. "But, you see Blaine," he spat the word, "it's not going to work like that. I'm not going to just leave you alone, because I get what I want. He doesn't love you, he just says it. Kurt is too good for you. If he really loved you, then he wouldn't go near me, like you tell him. But you know what? He does. We had a nice chat in the hallway the other day. So, don't count on me leaving either of you alone." The tall blonde boy turned and began to walk out of the room. "Oh, and I'd wish you good luck, because you need it, but I don't really think you deserve it."
Blaine finished putting on his uniform and then slumped on to a bench, defeated, waiting for Kurt to come like he said he would, to meet him. Blaine put his head in his hands and sighed, not noticing the footsteps of the Doc Marten boots on the floor. He did notice, though, when an arm was slung around his shoulders and kiss was pressed to his temple. Blaine lifted his head, but refused to meet Kurt's eyes.
Kurt noticed Blaine's off demeanor. He always noticed. "What's up, baby?" he asked, squeezing Blaine's shoulder lovingly.
Blaine was at a loss for words to reply with, so he said the one thing he knew he really needed right now not caring how whiny and desperate he sounded. "Kiss me, Kurt. Please, just kiss me. I need to feel close to you. Please." Kurt saw the panic and worry in Blaine's eyes when he used his fingers to pick up his chin, and he heard it in the final "please," and that scared him. He kissed Blaine gently, but when he felt the neediness he kissed Blaine back with as much fervor as he was sending him. He let it go on for as long as he could, attempting to breathe through his nose, but oxygen called for him and Kurt pulled away taking a deep breath. Blaine immediately swooped in for another kiss, but Kurt put a soft, pale finger up to his lips.
"You remember what we talked about, baby? You have to tell me what's wrong. Anything. I won't judge you," Kurt reminded gently.
Blaine took a deep, shaky breath, but willed himself not to cry. "Can you tell me you love me first?" Blaine asked in a small voice that was not at all himself. It was insecure and scared.
"Oh, Blaine." Kurt wrapped his arms tighter around his boyfriend, who began to cry softly into his shoulder. Kurt didn't care in the slightest when his cardigan got damp. "I love you," Kurt uttered proudly and firmly, his voice not wavering in the slightest. He pressed another soft kiss to Blaine's lips. "I love you. I love you. I love you." He paused. "You can tell me whenever you're ready to talk."
Blaine took another deep breath and stated a simple sentence. "It's Quincy."
Kurt's eyes fell when he heard Blaine's voice. He sounded so defeated and hurt, and that just broke Kurt's heart. He unwound his arms from around Blaine and took his hands in between the two of them, clasping tight. "Look at me, Blaine," Kurt whispered softly, not demandingly though. "Just tell me what he did."
Blaine looked up and met Kurt's misty blue-gray eyes, noticing how sad and distressed his boyfriend was over his own tears. He forced himself to take one more shaky breath and began to speak after Kurt squeezed his hands again. "I… I was getting dressed in here earlier, like, maybe ten minutes ago. He came in after me and said some things to me when I was talking to myself. Then… then he started to say really horrible things to me about my fencing skills and about my height. I-I was pretending I was okay, but I wasn't, and it really… it just hurt."
Kurt could see it in Blaine's eyes that he wasn't telling him everything. He could just tell. "Blaine, what else did he say? Tell me." His voice was still steady and soft but he was starting to break down at his boyfriend's being like this, and there were silent tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. "I love you," he whispered.
"He… he said that you didn't," Blaine was sobbing now. "H-he said t-that you didn't l-love me." He took a deep breath and wiped his face with his sleeve, trying to compose himself. Kurt gently moved his arm away from his face and began to soothingly thumb away the tears. "He said that-that since you… since you still talk to him, and you don't stay away from him l-like I tell you. He said that he-he's going t-to steal you a-away. I know you won't leave me - I trust you - b-but he's just such a dick! He's a grimy, playing bastard. A-and at the end, he just crushed me. He said that he'd wish me good luck because I need it, but I don't deserve it. Ugh!" Blaine was growing less distraught and more angry. "I just can't stand him!"
Kurt saw Blaine losing his temper and he immediately squeezed his hands. "Blaine, listen to me." Blaine yet again took another deep breath. "What he said to you wasn't right. It was awful. I love you. I love you," he emphasized the word and stared Blaine right in the eye. "His words were disgusting, and he had no right - incorrigible, really. I won't talk to him anymore. I don't want to associate with anyone who is that much of a jerk, especially to my boyfriend." Kurt finished his speech proudly, and Blaine smiled at him through the last of his tears.
"I love you, Kurt, and thank you for doing this for me. I just don't like to worry that much."
"I love you, too, Blaine, and it's the best for use not to go near that sleaze. I don't want you worrying either, baby. Quincy's an undeniably disgusting leech, and I hate seeing you cry. If he's the cause, then we stay away."
Blaine breathed an involuntary sigh of relief and he was about to lean in for a kiss, when he remembered something. "This doesn't mean that he'll stop pursuing you." His tone was nervous and shaky.
"I won't let him," Kurt whispered strongly, and pressed a soft kiss to Blaine's lips. "Now, let's do what I came in here for originally. We still have five minutes, and if this'll help you win, so be it. I want something to celebrate."
_ Six girls wandered into the Dalton Academy gymnasium after much searching. They saw Kurt and Blaine standing at the side of the mats, the latter chugging water like it was his job. They assumed it was halftime, and they ambled over to where Kurt was gently massaging Blaine's shoulders.
"Shh…" Kurt cooed. "You're winning. You're ahead by two, baby. You're amazing. I love you." Kurt kissed the back of Blaine's slightly sweaty neck and ran his hands through his mess of sweat-dampened curls. "Love you."
Blaine was falling apart in his hands, nerves disappearing instantly. Kurt was like air to him. "You, too."
"Guys, I wanted to go scare them, but they just look too cute!" Mercedes exclaimed as they grew nearer to the couple.
"It's true. They are adorable," Quinn agreed. "But Blaine looks kind of stressed. Is he losing?"
"Nope," Mercedes said, pointed at the scoreboard that read Blaine's winning tally.
"I don't understand why he's so stressed. I mean, I'm never that stressed before a competition. Even when I was two years old at my first dancing-"
"Shut up, man hands," Santana interjected. "Blaine's obviously not you, and this is an entirely different field of competition than a bunch of wannabe Streisands. Plus, as the lead singer of the Garglers, I doubt he gets freaked when he sings. Maybe Kurt's just distracting him." She winked and linked her pinkie with Brittany's, using her free hand to smooth down her bright red pencil skirt - she and Britt had opted out of their Cheerios uniform for Dalton.
"Still, I really don't see why he's so-"
"Rachel, seriously, just stop talking," Santana said. "We don't want to be arguing when we talk to Kurt, now do we?"
Rachel huffed, but she shut her mouth and folded her arms across her chest stubbornly.
"Do you think that there's a lot of dolphins here?" Brittany asked.
"Compared to everywhere else in Ohio, Britt, yes, there are," Kurt responded from behind them, his hand in Blaine's. "We saw you walking over, so we decided to just come to you," he explained himself. A wide smile broke out on to all of the girls' faces at the sight of the friend they don't get to see too often. "Hello, girls."
"Hi, ladies," Blaine greeted courteously. "I would stick around to formally introduce myself, but we have time for that later. Right now, I have a match to win."
Kurt smiled at Blaine and gave him a lingering kiss and pulled away a little sheepishly from being around his friends. "Good luck, baby," Kurt whispered in his ear. Blaine shivered and reluctantly released Kurt's hand. He turned and walked back to the mats, just as the warning bell was ringing.
"Okay, girls. We'll sit through the rest of this, and then it would be my pleasure to formally introduce my boyfriend to you, as well as introduce the Warblers. You'll love them, I promise. They're almost as crazy as the New Directions, just less dysfunctional and not as much as a family, of course. Just a bunch of boys that sing decently and are like all of the members of an insane asylum in one room, harmonizing."
All six girls laughed heartily, and Mercedes and Tina both slipped arms through Kurt's and they made their way back into the bleachers, in time with the starting bell. The seven of them fell quiet at the start of the second half of the match. Quincy and Blaine began to fence, and even from far away, Kurt saw a glint of determination in his boyfriend's eye. The both of them were fighting hard, staying light on their feet. Blaine was still winning, scoring again and again, and Quincy was growing visibly angry. He fueled his anger into his fighting, and he lunged out at Blaine, cornering him at the edge of the mat. He continuously aimed to hit out at Blaine, but the shorter boy just continued to deflect him. Finally, Blaine struck out on his own, hitting Quincy directly.
Mercedes leaned over to Kurt and whispered into his ear, "Hot damn, boy. Your man is good!"
Kurt ginned. "I know, plus he's so gonna get a congratulatory kiss."
Mercedes sniggered playfully at her friend and Santana, who overheard their conversation, said, "Get some, Hummel!" She held up her palm and Kurt embarrassedly gave her a high-five. They turned their attention back to the soon-ending game and watched Blaine score yet again. The match ended, and the North Wing exploded into applause cheering, clapping and whooping. Kurt sprang out of his seat, forgetting about his friends, and ran to his boyfriend. Blaine didn't see Kurt coming, as he was being congratulated by Nick and Jeff.
"We're going to move aside now," Nick stated.
Blaine looked confused. "What? Why?"
"Because, at the moment, you have a human jet coming your way," Jeff responded.
Nick and Jeff moved aside, and Blaine still looked stunned, until a fast moving Kurt flung himself into his arms, kissing him full on the mouth. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt and kissed him back with vigor.
"What about your friends?" Blaine asked between light kisses on Kurt's lips.
"They have legs. They can walk over here," Kurt mumbled against his lips.
"Mmh… okay," Blaine complied, kissing Kurt again. They kept it as light as they could in the gym surrounded by others, and eventually they broke away from kissing and just held each other.
"I told you that you would win, baby. You did it. Congratulations, Blaine. You beat him," Kurt whispered in Blaine's ear.
"Thank you - for helping me."
"Anytime," Kurt responded cheekily. Then Blaine kissed him again, still not letting it get out of hand.
"Hey, loverboys! Stop sucking each other's faces off and show us around!" Santana exclaimed.
Kurt pulled away from Blaine, a light blush present, and glanced at the girls who were all wearing shit-eating grins. Kurt said, "Nah." He kissed Blaine lightly again, then took his hand. "So, what do you guys think of Dalton so far?"
"The boys are fine," Mercedes said.
"Why thank you," a voice answered from behind the girls.
"Jeff," Kurt started, "please, don't harass my friends until an hour after you've met them"
"But, Kurt-" Jeff started to whine.
"Jeffey, listen to Kurt. Just wait an hour. After that we can talk to these ladies all we want - they seem lovely." Nick flashed a smile at Kurt's friends as he finished his sentence, and then grabbed Jeff's hand, giving it a squeeze and tugging on his arm. "It was nice to meet you; I'm sure we'll be getting to know you better in an hour." Nick smiled warmly again.
"I'll have you know, he's the only one who can boss me around," Jeff said. Nick pouted at him. "Harassment in an hour!" Jeff called over his shoulder as he walked away. "Bye!"
The girls called their goodbyes and turned to Blaine and Kurt with amused expressions.
"Uh, well… that's Nick and Jeff for you. Niff, if you will," Blaine said, a smile on his face.
Tina giggled. "They seem sweet. Nice friends, Kurt."
"Thank you, Tina."
"Are they dolphins too, Kurtie?" Britt asked, watching Niff walk away with their hands between them.
Blaine seemed confused at the term. "… Dolphins? I meant to ask earlier, but…" he trailed off.
"Dolphins are just gay sharks," Brittany explained simply.
"Oh," Blaine responded. He turned to Kurt. "So, we're both dolphins?"
"Yes, we are," Kurt responded. "Anyway, Britt, they are. They are very happy dating dolphins."
She clapped her hands together. "Ooh! Yay! I love dolphins!"
Santana spoke up next. "There are straight boys here, right?"
"Of course…." Blaine trailed off, signaling for her to tell him her name.
"Santana," she filled in.
"Well Santana, I assure you, we're not all gay. It's not a gay school." He smiled as Kurt snorted, and Blaine shot him a playful scowl.
"It's a shame that you are, shortie. I mean, Kurt's got good taste."
Blaine shifted uncomfortably, and Kurt squeezed his hand. "She's always like that. Don't worry, you'll get used to her. She's actually is really sweet," Kurt whispered to Blaine.
Blaine cleared his throat. "Well, thank you, Santana. Kurt, I'm going to change and shower, then I'll meet you in your room, okay? We'll still have fifteen minutes before boxing by then."
"Okay, baby. See you soon." He pressed as quick kiss to Blaine's lips and smiled.
"Bye, Kurt. Girls, I will finish getting introduced to you, I promise, but right now I have a shower to get to."
The girls chuckled lightly and waved Blaine off, immediately turning to Kurt.
"Oh my God, Kurt! He's even cuter in person!" Tina exclaimed.
Kurt sighed dreamily. "I know, right? Come on, I'll show you my dorm. It's fabulous."
_ "Oh, it's amazing, Kurt! You have the Wicked poster!" Rachel exclaimed, bouncing excitedly when she entered Kurt's dorm. The other's filed in, leaving the door open.
"Why thank you, Rachel."
"Ooh! You have Patti, too!" Rachel was looking at the room in awe, excited about the decor. Pshh, Kurt thought. As if she actually knows why I chose the lavender comforter and off-white and royal violet pillows. She could never understand my room like I do.
"Of course. My idol, Rach."
"Oh, right."
"Kurt, your color choice is wonderful," Quinn commented, her hands in the pockets of her pink floral dress. Her alto voice was quiet and she glanced around the room curiously.
"Thank you, Quinn. Lavender is one of my favorites."
"All right, white boy. Put on some tunes. It's time to talk. I want to know why Blaine was so stressed. And don't try to deny it."
Kurt internally groaned. Sometimes he wondered why Mercedes had to know him so well. He really didn't feel like talking about this again. It wasn't exactly the most fun of stories. But he would do it for his girls.
He sighed and sat on the edge of his bed, fishing out his phone and plugging it into the iHome, putting on some soft music. "It's quite the story, girls. It's not exactly fun. You're getting the short version, okay?" He didn't even pause before he said, "Okay. I'm not in the mood to elaborate to the point where you can practically envision everything. We're getting this done before Blaine gets here, because he'll get emotional over it, and I do not want to deal with that again."
The girls nodded - Santana and Brittany curled up on the couch, Tina near them, Quinn at Kurt's desk, and Mercedes and Rachel sprawled out on the bed near Kurt, whose legs were lightly swinging.
"So there's this guy, Quincy-"
"Wasn't that the dude Blaine just won against?"
"Yes," Kurt said, irritated. He had thought that he was going to be done talking about this guy for today - other than saying how Blaine totally whipped his butt. It was emotionally draining, discussing him. But he guessed that that wasn't going to happen. "Anyway - Mercedes, you already know this - I ran into him in the hallway, like a month ago, and knocked down all his books. I wasn't dating Blaine yet, so after I met him, I asked Blaine if he was gay. I mean, I was curious, so I asked. He told me that yes, he was, and that was that. I had only talked to him once, after all. Then Blaine and I got together. Apparently, Quincy's been paying a lot of attention to me and is like, lusting after me. He's been saying really mean and disgusting things to Blaine, and he wants me or something. Supposedly, he always gets what he wants. Blaine and I had talked about this before; he trusts me, just not Quincy. So, while he was changing in the locker room and waiting for me to come wish him good luck-"
"Wanky," Santana muttered under her breath.
Kurt ignored it. "-Quincy came in and was just… just a real dick head to Blaine. It-it broke him and got him really upset and nervous. Ugh. It was simply awful. So I had to comfort him-"
"Really wanky."
Kurt ignored it again. "I had to comfort him and tell him that everything was okay, and that's that. Okay?"
Mercedes wasn't done with him yet. "What kind of things did he say?"
Kurt sighed and looked down at his hands. "He… he said, and I quote directly from Blaine, 'he said that you didn't love me since you still talk to him and you don't stay away from him like I tell you.'" Kurt was about to go on when a gasp interrupted him.
"That's awful!" Tina exclaimed. "Why would Quincy say that you don't love Blaine? You do, right?"
Kurt just looked defeated. He threw his hands up in confusion. "Of course I do! I have no idea why he said that! Just to get Blaine riled up, I guess. Ugh he's such a dick. He also was, like, insulting Blaine's fencing and his height. I mean, he was just targeting Blaine's insecurities - his height, his fencing skills (which honestly, makes no sense because Blaine knows he's better than Quincy), and me." Kurt closed his eyes and paused. "It just got him so upset and discomposed and not at all himself."
"Oh," Rachel said softly, now realizing what she said about Blaine being stressed was totally wrong.
Kurt wrung his fingers together. "I just can't shake the feeling thatB Blaine's getting upset is my fault."
"It's not."
All seven heads turned to the doorway, where a freshly showered Blaine in his navy shorts and "Anderson" boxing sweatshirt was leaning against the frame.
"Blaine," Kurt whispered. "I hope… you don't mind me telling. I mean, I just-"
"Shh…" Blaine cooed, walking into the room and sitting next to Kurt, wrapping a comforting arm around his shoulders. "I don't mind. It's your business, too, and these girls are your best friends. No worries." He dropped a kiss to Kurt's temple and the countertenor learned into Blaine's touch, relishing in it.
"Thank you," Kurt whispered. They all sat in an awkward silence for a few quick moments that seemed to last forever. Then, Kurt spoke up again. "Blaine, I'd like to formally introduce you to McKinley High's finest ladies."
"It would be my pleasure to meet them," Blaine said charmingly, breaking out the dapper manners and smile.
"First off, the fierce and fabulous bitch, Santana Lopez. Watch out," Kurt teased. "She bites."
Santana growled jokingly and then smirked. "Nice to formally meet you, hobbit. And lady lips here is right. I do bite." Blaine's expression grew uncomfortable and his eyebrows raised. She cocked her head, and her smirk grew wider.
Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand and pointed to the next girl. "This is the one and only Brittany S. Pierce." He leaned closer to Blaine's ear when he said, "Not everything she says always makes sense, but she's the sweetest girl you will ever meet." Blaine smiled warmly.
"Hi, Blainers! Can I call you that? It seems like a good dolphin name."
"Of course you can," Blaine said reluctantly, not wanting to upset her.
"Yay!" she squealed, clapping her hands together excitedly.
"Up next is Miss Tina Cohen-Chang, goth-chic extraordinaire," Kurt introduced proudly. Tina smiled shyly and Blaine grinned back reassuringly. "Then, as you already know, the brassy, bold and beautiful, Mercedes Jones."
"Hey, Blaine. You treating my boy right?"
"Is there any other way to treat him?" Blaine asked jokingly. They both laughed. "Good to see you again, Mercedes."
"Same to you, Blaine."
Kurt's heart swelled at the exchange between his best friend and his boyfriend, and he grinned delightedly. He moved on to the next girl. "On to Miss Rachel Berry: Broadway diva, Streisand worshiper, and the biggest Wicked fan I know, after myself, of course."
"Nice to finally meet you, Blaine. Kurt has told me a lot about you, including your vocal range, which I must actually have to hear to believe because-"
"Rach, not now." She huffed and opened her mouth to protest.
Blaine just smiled. "Well, you're in luck actually, because tonight the Warblers are performing after the competitions and I'm leading most of the songs."
"Oh, good," Rachel said, sounding slightly disappointed that she wouldn't be able to sing herself.
Blaine caught on to this. "There'll be open mic afterwards, too." A grin etched itself onto her face.
Wow, Kurt thought. Rachel's ego is kind of behaving itself. That's new. Maybe she knows I'll murder her if she says anything embarrassing in front of my boyfriend. "And finally, last, but not least, the warm, sweet, and tender Miss Quinn Fabray."
Quinn sent a small smile Blaine's way, and he returned it. "Nice to meet all of you," Blaine greeted. "As you guys obviously already know, I'm Blaine Anderson, Kurt's boyfriend. Feel free to question me all you like, because I will answer as honestly as I can. Kurt's already been thoroughly interrogated by the Warblers and I feel like that's partially my fault." He chuckled nervously.
"Anything, huh?" Santana asked. "How far have you and Porcelain gotten?"
Blaine quirked an eyebrow at the odd nickname, but knew that she could only be referring to Kurt. "Well-" he began, but Kurt interrupted him.
"Okay, Blaine, I don't give you permission to answer that question."
Blaine ignored his boyfriend. He had a plan. "You really wanna know?" he asked, almost daringly.
"Does it look like I'm kidding here, helmet-head?" Santana was looking at Blaine like he was the most demented thing she had ever seen.
"Well, I guess if you want to know that badly…" he trailed off. Then he turned to Kurt, took his face in his hands, and kissed him hard. As much as Kurt wanted to resist - being in front of his friends and all - he couldn't bring himself to, because fun, loving, gorgeous, sexy Blaine was here, exploring his mouth with his tongue, and well… who was Kurt to complain about that? He let Blaine kiss him and returned the kiss for several moments before pulling away, not wanting to scare his friends, even though it was just a kiss.
"Lame," Santana muttered, breaking out a nail file and examining her fingers. "I mean, if that's how far you've gotten, well, that's just sad."
That offended Kurt a little. Of course, they hadn't gone far, but if Santana thought a little kiss like that was the extent of it, she was poorly mistaken. "Oh, no, no, no, honey. That was just a kiss. I mean, I would offer to let you watch us make out, but that's not till later." He blushed at his own words, but kept up his facade. He winked at Blaine, and Santana scoffed.
"Nah. No thanks, lady lips. I'll hunt down one of your little singers and make use of my time here, thanks."
Brittany giggled, and no one was really sure why. All seven heads turned and she began to laugh harder. Little by little, they all began to laugh, too. No one, save Brittany, knew what they were even laughing at.
_ "Fuck. I can't believe I lost!" Blaine exclaimed to the wall of the locker room, and unknowingly, to Nick. He pounded a wrapped fist against the blue lockers and sank down onto the bench in frustration.
"He just missed your kidney. Or so the ref said. That was totally an illegal shot, and we all know it. Don't blame yourself."
Blaine spun around at the sound of Nick's voice. Nick was standing smack in the middle of the locker room, hands in the pockets of his slacks.
"Yeah, well unfortunately, what the ref says, goes. I don't have much of an option at this point and I can't help but get down on myself for losing. Sorry," he spat. Blaine's anger was growing, and he wrung his hands together in his frustration, not knowing what to do. He sighed.
Nick quietly walked over to where Blaine was sitting and popped down next to him, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. Blaine desperately wanted to shrug it off, but Nick was gripping lightly, and he knew it would only grow tighter if he tried to get rid of the hand. "Blaine," Nick said softly. "Seriously, why are you so upset? Talk to me, bud."
Blaine sighed loudly again. "I don't even know. Maybe it's the fact that it's Quincy I lost to? Or maybe it's because I lost to a bad call? Maybe I just feel like a little bit of a disappointment because last year I won? Maybe it's because Kurt's here now, and I know that he and his friends were watching, and don't give me nay of that 'he's proud either way' crap, Nick. I know he is, but I wanted to win for him. Maybe it's just the fact that I lost?" Blaine kept an even, yet angry voice throughout his whole speech, and Nick knew he was on the edge of losing his temper. He gave his shoulder a squeeze and kept quiet, wanting to give Blaine a few seconds to cool down. Blaine ran his hands through his sweaty curls and breathed out, "Sorry."
"It's cool, Blaine. I get it," Nick consoled. "Well, not directly, but I understand that it's frustrating to lose like that. That ref was a dick. I know you wanted to make Kurt proud by beating Quincy in this match, but there's so many other ways you can make him proud. In an hour, you can go whoop some South Wing ass during polo, and then you can go sing your heart out up on that stage at the party tonight. That will make him proud. He loves you unconditionally. Plus, what can I say? You're hot!"
Blaine scoffed and gave Nick a light shove. "Shut up!"
"Never! You love my pep talks and advice."
"Sure," Blaine drawled sarcastically. "Now go find Jeff; I'm sure he wants your face."
"And I want his!" Nick exclaimed, getting up and walking towards the door to exit.
"Hey, Nick?" Blaine asked, before he could leave.
"Hmm?" Nick acknowledged with his hand on the door.
"Thanks," Blaine murmured.
"Anytime."
_ "You were brilliant. I don't care what that biased, unfair, ridiculous referee said. You still won to me," Kurt murmured into Blaine's ear as they hugged back in the gym.
"Mmh… thank you, love. I'm glad you think so." Blaine paused and then chuckled.
"What are you laughing at, silly?" Kurt asked, looking at the dopey grin on his boyfriend's face.
"I just realized that I have to take another shower, and another one after polo, before the party."
Kurt shook his head, pulling back from the embrace. "You are ridiculous."
"You love my ridiculousness," Blaine countered.
"That, I do," Kurt relented, kissing him on the forehead after brushing away some loose curls.
"All right, boys! Quit being so cute and let's go explore!" Mercedes exclaimed.
"Explore?" Brittany asked. "Ooh! I love exploring! Are we going to explore and hunt for treasure, San?"
"I don't know, Britt. We can see what we'll find," Santana replied. "Ooh! Yay!" Britt exclaimed.
Blaine put a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "Kurt, I'm going to shower and clean up again, and then I'll meet up with you before polo, okay? Go explore Dalton."
Kurt smiled. "Sounds good. I'll see you later!" Blaine pecked Kurt on the lips and sent a wave towards the girls.
"I'll see you guys soon! Have fun, ladies!"
_ "So, this is the pool?" Tina asked, carefully toeing off one of her flats and dipping in a foot. "It's heated?"
"Yep. It's so nice, but I haven't really had any time to go in… I know a couple kids on the swim team though."
"Ooh, are they cute?" Mercedes asked.
"Yes. Very."
Santana skeptically raised an eyebrow. "Is one of them Blaine? Because you already talk about him way too much, and there's only so much I can take until my contained mass of gay jokes starts spewing everywhere."
Kurt scowled. "Actually, no, he's not on the swim team, thanks."
"Hey, don't get snippy with me, Hummel. I was just pointing something out."
Kurt huffed, but decided not to argue with her. Tonight was supposed to be fun. "So, where to next?"
"Well, I've thoroughly thought over all of the places we could go, and as we've already been to your room, the gym, the kitchen, the pool, and we stumbled on lots of corridors and classroom when we arrived here, I narrowed down out options to the stage, auditorium and the choir room. I'm personally leaning towards the choir room, because the stage will just make me want to get up and sing. I've also decided that going to your choir room is obviously not spying, because you've already-"
"Rachel, seriously, you're making me contemplate either pushing you in the pool, or punching you in the face, then pushing you in. Shut up," Quinn interrupted, growing extremely fed up.
"Quinn, as rude as that was, I'm going to just ignore you, and continue-"
Kurt held up his hand and linked his arm in Rachel's to quiet her. Quinn shot him a thankful look. "Let's go guys. It's time for you to see the Dalton Academy Warblers choir room."
The group walked through the halls of Dalton Academy, staying on the ground floor and wandered for a while, Kurt pointed out several different things about this or that. When they reached the double doors that lead into the choir room, he stopped in front of one of the small tables in the corridor.
"Do you guys know what this table is?" Kurt asked, knowing that his friends had no clue.
"Um, no," Tina said.
"This table," Kurt began slowly, running his hand over the smooth wood, "is where Blaine and I had our first kiss and when I asked him to be my boyfriend." All of the girls "aww"ed. Even Santana, despite herself. "All right, let's go in." They sauntered over the few small steps they had to take and then opened the double doors, revealing the couches and tables of the Dalton Academy choir room.
"Wow. It's very… elegant," Quinn said, running her hand over the leather of one of the couches.
"Suave," Kurt murmured, agreeing with Quinn. Like Blaine! Kurt was thinking in his head, but there was no way he was risking Santana Lopez's gay jokes.
"Very," Tina mumbled, her eyes scanning the room.
"So, you Garglers, like, rehearse in here? It's so fancy, like an army of prep school boys at a board meeting," Santana muttered, looking around the room and deciding to sit on top of the council's table, crossing her legs and tossing her hair.
"Yes, Satan, this is where we sing and rehearse, hence thename choir room. I guess you could say that we're like boys at a board meeting, because we have a council," Kurt shot back, angry at his friend. Santana's proud smirk fell a little at Kurt's retort, and she kept her mouth shut.
"Well, the structure is beautiful, but I'm not sure if it's exactly ideal for an all-male, a cappella show choir," Rachel remarked, looking up at the build of the ceiling.
"Actually, it's pretty great, Rach. Trust me," Kurt said.
"Oh, we should test it out, Kurt! Come on guys, let's sing!" Kurt held his tongue and didn't say anything about how he tested it out every day when he had practice; he wanted to make sure it was a fun night, no more arguments. "Since I'm so well prepared, I have my iPod! I even have a couple of instrumentals on here; we can sing along with the lyrics." She reached into the pocket of her skirt and pulled out a pink bedazzled iPod. Everyone was looking at her like she was crazy. "Aww, please guys! I have just the song!" Rachel strode over to the iPod dock and plugged in her iPod, scrolling through the songs. When the music came on she began to sing by herself, everyone still staring at her. Kurt couldn't help but smile at the song choice, though.
RedOne, Konvict
GaGa, oh-oh, eh
I've had a little bit too much, much
All of the people start to rush, start to rush by
How does he twist the dance? Can't find a drink, oh man
Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone
What's going on on the floor?
I love this record baby but I can't see straight anymore
Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright, a-alright
Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance
Dance, dance, just, j-j-just dance
"It's Gaga, Kurt," Rachel interrupted herself.
Kurt relented. "Oh, fine!" He grabbed Rachel's hand and they began to dance and sing together, laughing.
Wish I could shut my playboy mouth, oh oh oh-oh
How?d I turn my shirt inside out? Inside outright
Control your poison babe, roses have thorns they say
And we?re all getting hosed tonight, oh oh oh-oh
What's going on on the floor?
I love this record baby but I can't see straight anymore
Keep it cool, what?s the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright, a-alright
"You need some of this hot chocolate!" Mercedes exclaimed, getting up from her spot on the couch and belting out a note.
Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance
Dance, dance, just, j-j-just
When I come through on the dance floor checkin' out that catalog
Can't believe my eyes, so many women without a flaw
And I ain't gon give it up, steady tryin' to pick it up like a car
Imma hit it, Imma hit it and flex and do it until tomor' yeah
Shawty I can see that you got so much energy
The way you're twirlin' up them hips 'round and 'round
And now there's no reason at all why you can't leave here with me
In the meantime stay and let me watch you break it down
And dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance
Dance, dance, just, j-j-just dance
Eventually, they all got up and danced and sang. Kurt shimmied and moved his hips, swinging and feeling absolutely carefree. He missed his girls. They were his best friends. He missed the drama and the gossip; it felt good to goof off with them again.
Woo! Let's go!
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint, it's symphonic
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint electronic
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint, it's symphonic
Half psychotic, sick, hypnotic
Got my blueprint electronic
Go! Use your muscle, carve it out, work it, hustle
I got it, just stay close enough to get it
Don't slow! Drive it, clean it, lights out, bleed it
Spend the lasto
(I got it)
In your pocko
(I got it)
Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-dance
Dance, dance, just, j-j-just dance
They ended their song in a frenzy of cackles and giggles, and Kurt and Mercedes were leaning against each other after dancing. They all looked up at the sound of applause.
"Bravo. Do I get an encore?"
"Blaine," Kurt breathed, slightly breathless from his dancing, his hand on his heart from the fright he was given.
"Hello, Kurtie," Blaine greeted, calling him that name in front of his friends on purpose. He walked further into the room. "Ladies." He paused. "That was a lovely performance." They couldn't really tell if he was being sarcastic or not.
Kurt groaned. "How much did you see?"
Blaine strode all the way over to his boyfriend and put his fingers in the belt loops of Kurt's black skinny jeans and pulled him close, so their chests were flush. He growled into Kurt's ear, "Just long enough to see you moving your hips like that." Blaine settled his hands there, removing his fingers from the loops.
"Oh," Kurt said, flushing a brilliant red. He replied coyly anyway, "So, I take it you like what you see?"
"You have no idea - like I said at bonding night. I happen to be a fan of your hips."
That sparked a question in Kurt's mind, When was the next one of those things anyway? It's already been a month… Hmm… I'll ask Wes later.
"Well, I'm glad you are, but my friends are staring, mister."
"Oh," Blaine uttered, dropping his hands and kissing Kurt - much to his surprise, Kurt didn't see it coming at all - softly on the lips. Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and turned back to his friends whose expressions were all very different. Mercedes had her 'boy… I know what you're up to' grin on. Rachel's eyebrows were raised in a surprised manner. Yeah, she so won't put out, Kurt thought. Tina had a tiny smile playing on her lips, and her fingers ran absently over the lace of her blouse. Quinn was looking completely blank. Santana looked impressed, and Brittany was carefully examining the print on one of the pillows. When the girls realized that the boys were no longer kissing, they continued on as if nothing had changed.
"So, Blaine," Kurt started, wanting to break the awkward silence that had settled over them, "why did you come find us?"
"Yeah, and how did you know we were here?" Quinn asked.
"Boyfriend telepathy," Blaine mock-whispered. They all chuckled. "No, I was looking for you guys because Niff kicked me out, and you weren't in your room, so I decided that the choir room was a safe first bet. Then, I happened to stumble upon quite the show." The girls and Kurt laughed awkwardly. "You all have beautiful voices," Blaine said honestly.
"Thank you," they responded in unison before cracking up at their symmetry.
After calming down, Kurt asked, "How long until polo?"
Blaine glanced at his watch. "About twenty minutes. The match starts at six fifteen, but I have to leave soon. I need to tack up Lajos. I'm sure he'll miss you this time." Blaine winked. Kurt hung his head bashfully. He had come to the last polo game where the South had won, and helped Blaine tack and untack Lajos. He gave Blaine "good luck" before the match and "reassured" him after in the barn.
"Ah, don't you worry, Blaine. I'll be sure to help after the game. I can get Wes and David to babysit the girls. Plus, I'm sure they can fend for themselves at a party." The girls murmured their agreements. "We have time though, then. Want to go back to my dorm? Unless, of course, there's another place you girls would like to see." The six shrugged. "Well, I guess-"
"Kurt?" Blaine interrupted gently, with a squeeze of his hand.
"Yes?"
"Before we go, we just need to do one thing." Blaine pulled Kurt with him across the room and headed to the dock. "May I?" Blaine asked, referring to the iPod.
"Of course," Rachel replied, pleasantly surprised by Blaine's manners.
He searched through the iPod's songs until finding the right one. "Oh! You have it!" Blaine exclaimed happily. He raised the volume, and then pressed play.
Blaine opened his mouth to speak, but then the wooden double doors flew open when the lyrics started. "All along the western front!" Nick and Jeff sang. They glanced at each other and yelled, "Dance party!"
MGMT's, "Electric Feel" was playing.
"Dance with me, Kurt!" Blaine exclaimed, tugging lightly on his hand. Kurt let a smile spread across his face, and Blaine's hands were soon reunited with Kurt's waist. They twirled and giggled. Kurt even grinded a little, but he could deny it if someone ever mentioned it. Blaine spun Kurt in circles, and they both shimmied - well, Blaine tried to - to the music. Nick and Jeff were dancing together, along with some of the other girls. They were all laughing once again, being purposely ridiculous. When the song ended, they all flopped down on to the couches, cackling and guffawing.
"Wait, wait, wait," Kurt said in between giggles. "Did you two," he pointed to Nick and Jeff, "really come in here and start singing at the beginning of a song again? And what were you doing here? Blaine told us that you just kicked him out."
"Yes, we did," Jeff answered. "And we were here because we were hungry. We did kick Blaine out, but when we were walking towards the dining hall - we were too lazy to cook and we have don't want to waste money on the vending machines if there's free food - and we heard music. So we came to the music."
"Hungry? After kicking Blaine out? Wanky," Santana muttered.
Niff sent each other puzzled looks at the unusual word, but ended up ignoring it (and Santana's amused expression). "Well, Blaine, we have polo soon. We have to get dressed and go."
"Oh, right. See you later, guys!" Blaine called, kissing Kurt passionately and quickly, not caring who was watching. "Lajos will miss you," he whispered into Kurt's ear.
Kurt flushed pink in response, and with that, Blaine strode out of the room.
_ "Anderson with the ball, going fast. Jacobs at his tail - Jacobs steals! Teams are neck and neck! Will this break the tie? Sterling comes from the left, steals!"
Kurt and six girls from William McKinley High sat hunched forwards, eyes trained on the game. Occasionally their eyes would flash up to the scoreboard that read 5-5 in hopes that it would change, even if someone didn't score, or that time would stop to earn more opportunities to make a goal. They watched the game intently, following the horses, looking at the determined gleam that they saw in the North's eyes.
"Sterling runs it down! Passes it to Anderson! Jacobs tries to steal, but oh! Anderson keeps it, and passes it to Sterling. Twenty seconds left. Sterling takes a chance, and wails it at the goal, and HE SCORES! WITH FIVE SECONDS LEFT!"
The horn sounds and the North is already up on their feet, cheering and yelling and whooping. The North Wing's players were taking their victory lap, cantering fast around the ring, one hand in the air, pumping their fists.
"Jeff, stop for a second," Blaine called over the noise. Jeff looked confused, but did so anyway. "Hold up your palm." Jeff complied, and then Blaine came running past - not too fast - and slammed him with a high five. Thad and Kyle came right after. "You rock!"
Jeff laughed. "Aww, thanks guys, but I already knew that." They laughed. "Just kidding. Now, let's go. One more lap, then we can cool off."
Back in the stands, Kurt sprung into Nick's arms, who was on his left. "They did it, Nick! Our boyfriends are amazing!"
"I know, I know! Look, here they come!" Nick exclaimed.
The North Wing polo team walked over slowly, greeted by more cheers, and they wore proud grins. They stepped over the barrier and dismounted their horses. The second Blaine lifted the reins over Lajos's head, Kurt flung himself into his boyfriend's arms, squeezing him tight.
"You did it, Blaine! You won, and they got the floor - or field in this case, really - wiped with their dick head asses!" Blaine was surprised by his boyfriend's choice of words - that sentence was not at all like him - but he let it slide, knowing that the excitement was getting to him.
"I know! I'm so freakin' happy right now! Thank you for keeping me confident, Kurt," Blaine said.
"Whatever you need, baby," Kurt responded. "Now go untack, I'll meet you there. I just have to go tell the girls where the party is. I can count on Cameron for that, right?"
Blaine laughed before saying, "Yeah, but just don't count on him for not making out with one of them, too."
"Of course," Kurt muttered, rolling his eyes. "Now go! I'll just be five minutes." Blaine blew a kiss and walked off, pulling a tired looking Lajos behind him.
Kurt turned back over to his girls who looked widely excited. Nick had followed Jeff, and the girls were now sitting with the remainder of the Warblers.
"Boy, does this win mean that we get to party even harder?" Mercedes asked.
Kurt grinned. "Yes! It's going to be amazing! Speaking of which, Cameron, Jesse, do you mind escorting these lovely ladies to the party? I have other business to attend to beforehand."
"You mean making out with your boyfriend because he rode so well?" Santana muttered, laughing and throwing in an innuendo for good measure. Kurt shot a glare so icy her way, her smirk wavered a little bit.
Jameron, on the other hand, wore shit-eating grins. "Of course!" Jesse exclaimed.
"It would be my pleasure," Cameron mocked in a British accent, bowing deeply. The girls laughed.
"Thanks guys!" Kurt exclaimed before turning on his heel and walking briskly towards the barn on the path, occasionally glancing upwards at the shining stars. Once he reached the barn, he found Blaine already brushing Lajos, moving quickly. He curried down each of his horse's legs and then changed brushes, not noticing Kurt's appearance or the fact that Nick and Jeff had gone into the tack room at the same time as he had and had yet to come out. Blaine wore a delighted grin and was softly humming the tune to one of the songs from tonight's performance as he worked.
Kurt contemplated scaring him, but decided to instead, just gently walk over and wrap his arms around Blaine's waist from behind. "Hey, champion," Kurt said softly.
"Hey, you," Blaine responded just as quietly, turning in Kurt's arms and kissing him soundly on the lips, quickly though. "Do you mind helping me finish brushing, and then you can kiss me?" Blaine asked coyly.
"Fine," Kurt pretended to groan. He smiled and moved away from Blaine, bending down and picking a brush out of the box. His boyfriend swatted his ass playfully and Kurt rolled his eyes and made a clicking noise with his tongue. "Behave yourself, Blainers," Kurt tutted.
"Never," Blaine growled. They worked together in a comfortable silence, just calmly brushing Lajos, happy to be in each other's company, and still in a bit of a glow from their win. They did everything they could before having to return to the tack room, even blanketing and putting Lajos away. Just in time, a very flustered Nick and Jeff emerged, with huge grins on their faces, holding hands. Kurt and Blaine entered the room, Blaine setting down the box, and Kurt pinning his boyfriend to the wall as soon as he dropped it.
"You were so hot out there," Kurt breathed into Blaine's ear.
"Well, you're hot right now," Blaine retorted, already sounding breathless.
"Blaine, tell me something I don't know," Kurt joked, unknowingly looking down at his outfit - black jeans, white ankle boots, a white cardigan, a navy button down with a black tie, and a little bird broach.
Blaine had no response, so he just chuckled and kissed Kurt on the lips, preventing him from saying anything else. The kiss was all hunger, raw passion and lust for each other. It was intense, exhilarating. Neither boy knew how long they stayed kissing, just lips upon lips, never straying anywhere else. Blaine's hands stayed lamely at his sides, and Kurt's were on Blaine's shoulders, now absently keeping him against the wall. It wasn't even a forceful grip, he had long forgotten about the placement of his hands.
When they finally pulled away without diving in for another kiss, Kurt gently rested their foreheads together.
"I love you," Kurt whispered.
"I love you, too," Blaine responded.
"I love you more."
"I love you most."
"I hate you.
"Sure."
"It's true." Kurt's tone was not convincing.
"How would you like to wait five minutes for me to shower, and then be my date for this party?"
"I'd love that."
"See, you said love!"
"That, not you, moron."
"I'm crushed," Blaine whined, pouting. Kurt leaned in and kissed the frown away.
"I love you."
Blaine just grinned, taking his boyfriend's hand and walking out of the tack room.
_ "Okay, this is crazy!" Kurt exclaimed. "Wow, I never thought that Dalton could be so hardcore. Do they not get many opportunities to escape the properness of it all?"
Blaine laughed. "No, not really. And hey! We can be hardcore if we want to."
"Sure," Kurt drawled sarcastically. They could already hear the music thumping from the North Senior Commons as they walked over, hand in hand. "Are you ready for this? Everyone's going to be cheering for you."
"I'm ready. They don't just love me though, I'm just good at sports."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Okay, sure. You're ridiculous. Now come on, champion, they love you."
"Plus I have a hot date," Blaine murmured, stopping them in the middle of the corridor.
"So do I," Kurt agreed, unlinking his hand from Blaine's and wrapping his arms around his neck. "One kiss." Blaine raised his eyebrows, but kissed him anyway. They kept it quick and pulled away smiling. Kurt reached forward and straightened Blaine's navy and red plaid bow tie, and rubbed his hands down the front of his pastel blue button down. "Let's go."
They joined hands again and walked into the room, immediately greeted by one of the loudest cheers they had ever heard.
"Blaine!" several people called. The tenor just smiled and greeted those around him, giving warm welcomes, never once releasing Kurt's hand. After ten minutes of walking around, Kurt and Blaine both had a diet Coke in their hands and were heading to the front of the room where the Warblers were congregating. The boys polished off their drinks, threw out their cups, and met up with the Warblers, who were already beginning to warm up softly.
"Blaine!" David exclaimed. "I didn't catch you before. Congrats, man!"
Wes came up beside David. "Yeah, B. You rock!"
"Thanks, guys!" Blaine responded. "I am so excited for this performance. We are so gonna rock it!"
"Yeah, buddy!" Cameron, popping up behind Blaine, clapping his hand on his shoulder.
"All right!" Wes exclaimed loudly. "Warm ups, now!"
_ Wes stepped up to the microphone. Originally, Blaine had planned to speak, but they didn't know how well he would take congratulating Quincy. "Good evening, Dalton!" Wes boomed, sounding very announcer-like.
"And guests!" Jesse piped in.
"And guests," Wes repeated. "So, how are you all doing?" Cheers rang out loudly. Wes smiled. "Good, good! Tonight, the Warblers and I have a very special performance for you guys to celebrate our wins. Before we sing, we would like to say congrats to the winners from the competitions this week. For boxing, Quincy Jacobs from the South Wing!" The people from the South - and their guests - burst into applause, with several North's clapping half-heartedly. "For fencing, the Warblers' very own, Blaine Anderson!" The North erupted into cheers, even louder than the South. "And finally, to the North Wing Polo team on their two out of three victory!" The claps were even louder this time and Blaine, Jeff, and Thad caught each other's eyes from where they were standing in the Warblers' formation. "So, here you have it, ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for our Competition Week Celebration Setlist!"
Wes stepped back into line as Blaine stepped forward to sing his first song. The Warblers started to harmonize and created the instrumental sounds.
Feel something right and feel some good
Because if one thing works you might know it's true
'Cause if this is the life, this is the life
This is the life, this is the life
This is the life, then who'd argue?
And if this is the life, this is the life
This is the life, this is the life
This is the life, then who'd argue?
One year, 5 days and we're starting new
Try to make a change, it's one more thing to do
'Cause if this is the life, this is the life
This is the life, this is the life
This is the life, then who'd argue?
'Cause if this is the life, this is the life
This is the life, this is the life
This is the life, then who'd argue?
And if this is the life, this is the life
This is the life, this is the life
This is the life, then who'd argue?
Then who'd argue?
It was a fun and carefree performance. The Warblers practically ignored the choreography - and Wes didn't glare at anyone for it! - and mingled into the audience as they sang. Cameron found his way to where the McKinley girls were standing, and took one of each of Rachel and Mercedes's hands and twirled them in a circle. Jesse did the same with Santana and Brittany, and then one took Tina, one Quinn. Nick and Jeff linked hands and swung around, staying in the front of the room. Kurt and Blaine did the same, dancing goofily and carelessly together. The whole audience interacted, being just as silly as the Warblers themselves. Wes and David found their girlfriends and smiled at each other.
On every chorus, a Warbler - either Kurt, Nick, Jeff, Ethan, or Thad - would accompany Blaine. They sand as loud as he did and harmonized with him in their own vocal range. Before the performance ending, the Warblers found their way back to the middle of the room, and ended the song in the original formation. Wes sent them a little nod before the next song, which meant 'stick to the choreography this time'. None of the boys were bothered; these dance moves were actually really cool.
Sweet disposition
Never too soon
Oh, reckless abandon
Like no one's watching you
A moment, a love, a dream aloud,
A kiss, A cry
Our rights, Our wrongs
A moment, a love, A dream aloud
a moment, a love A dream aloud
So stay there
Cause I'll be coming over
While our blood's still young
It's so young, it runs
We won't stop 'til it's over
Won't stop to surrender
Songs of desperation
I played them for you
A moment, a love, a dream aloud
A kiss, a cry
Our rights, our wrongs
A moment, a love, a dream aloud
A moment, a love, a dream aloud
So stay there
Cause I'll be coming over
And while our blood's still young
It's so young, it runs
We won't stop 'til it's over
Won't stop to surrender
Won't stop 'til it's over
Won't stop 'til it's over
Won't stop 'til it's over
Won't stop to surrender
For this number, Blaine and Kurt took the leads, singing the whole song together. Kurt wasn't originally planning on singing this song, but Wes had practically begged him for the sake of the high notes. Blaine was in his head voice, so he wasn't as strong as he was normally. The choreography involved a lot snapping, twists, and spins. Nothing too complicated, but the fact that it was in unison made it look a lot harder than it was.
Kurt and Blaine kept eye contact throughout the entire song, smiling and just feeling energized, putting all of their passion and emotions into the song. The performance was powerful, and the applause from the audience was exhilarating.
"Love you," Kurt mouthed as he stepped back into place when the song was finished. Blaine winked.
He stepped up to the microphone at the front of the empty space. "All right guys, this is our last song for you tonight, but after that, we have an iPod full of songs, and it is open mic night up in here! Thanks for all yoursupport, and congrats to everyone on a successful Dalton Competition Week!"
Blaine stepped back into line and waited for the Warblers to start the last song, "Funny the Way It Is" by the Dave Matthews Band. This performance was another laid-back one, and they weaved into the audience again. Kurt found his girls, and sang and danded with them. He made a heart symbol with his hands as he drifted over to Jeff, who was heading back to the middle again. All of the Warblers drifted back into formation, preparing to finish the performance with their heads bowed. The two shared a smile as they sang, and little did they know it, so did their boyfriends, who were watching fondly. When the number ended, the students and their guests erupted into cheers once more, and Kurt and Blaine found each other, sharing a sweet kiss.
"You were amazing, Blaine. Your solos are breathtaking."
"You're breathtaking," Blaine responded coolly.
Kurt's eyebrows knit together. "Are you going to use that one every time I compliment you?"
"Unless whatever you say doesn't apply to you, yes, I am."
"You're such a goober."
"Your goober."
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