A/N: One of my favourite types of fics is where people discover that Kurt isn't what they thought he was (which is usually some variant of ice queen). Here, Blaine discovers that yes, Kurt is sexy as hell when he dances, something he hasn't really been able to do in Dalton. Kurt also suspects that Brittany is a lot more devious than she acts. Blaine may or may not be in denial about his crush on Kurt, though Wes and David see right through him.

I only use Just Dance 3 as the game because I actually have that game, even if I can't buy any more songs for it.

For reference, the Weltron Urban font looks like military-style stencil.

Kurt sighed. Brittany wasn't taking 'no' for an answer. She wanted a sleepover and even Santana, who could usually talk Britt out of her ideas, wasn't able to get her to let this one go.

He went with idea he went to Gay Hogwarts, telling Brittany she wouldn't have much fun if she had a sleepover with him at Dalton.

No, she just clapped and said, "That means I can show off my dolphin even more!"

So now Kurt was stuck trying to map a route to get Brittany in without alerting all the straight guys that there was a (somewhat) straight, single, female cheerleader in the vicinity. Santana would tear him to shreds if she came back with a bunch of guys' numbers.

Looking down at the convoluted map on his desk, Kurt sighed again. Screw it, this is impossible, he thought.

He ended up dressing her in a baggy clothes, giving her a hat that hid her blonde hair, and flat out ran for his dorm room with her trailing right behind him at seven in the morning (he needed her there before a majority of the school boys woke up to be successful). He'd gotten up at four forty-five specifically for this, having made sure to go to bed especially early the night before: doing an extreme rush job to get ready in fifteen minutes, one hour in Lima's direction, pick her up at six at the halfway point, and the drive back, Santana driving back to Lima alone.

On the drive back over to Dalton, Brittany spent the first twenty minutes filling him in on the gossip of McKinley. The other forty she was out cold.

As soon as he got her into his room (he'd transferred late enough in the year that he had a choice about sharing or not; he'd opted for a single), she demanded a spa day with him involving lotions, deep-cleanse facials, hair treatments, and deep tissue massages. If there was anything his stint in cheer had taught him, it was how to give an excellent massage. As these took up much time to perform correctly, it was quiet a few hours before they did much (Brittany wanted to return the massage; she was really good at it. Kurt thought he moaned in utterly relaxed relief a bit too much, since afterwards she remarked he was way too tense for going to Gay Hogwarts).

Brittany cajoled him into playing Just Dance 3 with him at noon. She also convinced him (with those damnable puppy-dog eyes of hers) to wear a pair of his old cheer shorts, the ones he just slept in now, during it.

With a Weltron Urban TITANS stamped in black on the left leg on both sides near the seam, Kurt had never felt sexy or awesome in these shorts. Usually, he just felt bone-tired. Brittany was trying to psyche him out, he knew it. He wasn't about to let her.

He busted a move and scored perfect on everything along side Britt for practically every single dance available without purchasing more, laughing the entire time as she tried continuously to get him to fail so she would win.

It was nearing two, and the two were just beginning to wind down. Kurt could tell Brittany was plotting. She was fairly obvious while she did it, too. He just shook his head.

Meanwhile, At The Legion Of Doom

Blaine felt high. He had scored the winning goal in his soccer game, ensured a spot in the championship for his team, been clapped on the back enough that his shoulders felt sore, had gone partially deaf with the shouts of "congratulations!" ringing in his ears still, and had gone hoarse from screaming, "We did it! We did it!"

Wes and David had cheered along, being the only two Warblers aware he was on the soccer team, and were the ones to promise him an epic after party so epic, it would cause the world to end with the overdose of epicness.

Blaine was just happy that, now, he could tell Kurt he was going for the championship without jinxing the team's win.

Wevid were the only ones aware of him being on the soccer team because the soccer geeks kept to themselves until the championship games, which Dalton hadn't been at for the past three years because someone kept spilling the beans 'against regulation.' It helped that Wevid were now the only seniors in the Warblers, the others having dropped out to keep up with increased workloads over the school year. It made keeping soccer a secret a lot easier.

It also made Blaine think Kurt was his good luck charm. He'd trained so hard, if only to see Kurt's face when he invited him to cheer him on at the championship game.

David was amused to see Blaine near bouncing off the walls with excitement. Blaine so obviously wanted to tell Kurt, he was nearly vibrating as he attempted to suppress the urge to run to Kurt's dorm to tell him the news. He would have already given into the urge to do so if Wes wasn't holding him back, just as amused as David.

"What happened to your dapper charm?" David teased. "You don't want to frighten the little spy, do you?"

"Shut up," Blaine said with a blush staining his cheeks. "I'm just excited."

"Don't get too excited," Wes chuckled. "You're leading the way to his dorm, remember? We can't use a limp noodle as a leader." As Wes and David never actually talked to Kurt, waiting for him to approach them first, they didn't actually know the way to his dorm. They normally just sent Blaine to get him.

(keeping secrets was hard when you thought someone probably knew them, and the really didn't want to let the cat out of the bag and be the reason for Dalton's team being defeated… again. They figured they'd do just that, since Kurt seemed to know everything about Blaine, and with temptation staring them in the face…).

Most everyone in Kurt's hall was absent or just away from the dorms for the day, what with it being Saturday and all.

Blaine noticed the music first, used to Kurt blasting it according to his moods. Though he did wonder why Kurt was listening to "Buttons."

When he got closer, he heard Kurt do something he'd never done in Blaine's presence before: he groaned, a low resonance that sounded like it was meant to drag you over the burning coals of pleasure right before you exploded. It was heard clearly over the fading strains of the music as it made to switch over to a new one. "Fuuuuuck, Brittany, you make me so sore. What am I going to do with you?"

A girl's voice piped up, "Return the favour?" She sounded so breathless and pleased…

"Sure, you chose this time. Not too hard though, I don't think I can take it so soon after that last one." Kurt replied easily.

Blaine's mind jumped into the gutter, certain that that was what he was hearing. He shuddered before trying to leave. This was a private moment; he'll go ask Kurt about it (about the soccer, not the, uh, girlfriend) tomorrow.

Wes, however, still had his hands on him, and proceeded to keep Blaine from leaving. He looked curious. Sharing a look with David, he mouthed, 'I thought he was gay?'

David was no help. 'I did too!' He began to try and pick the lock as Wes prevented Blaine from saying anything, and a new song began.

David let out a small, "Aha!" when he got the tumblers to align correctly. As he barged in, ready to scold for having broken Blaine's puppy heart, he stopped suddenly, causing Wes and Blaine to bump into him, knocking all three of them to the floor rather comically.

Kurt—dressed in a pair of cherry red beach shorts that had an emblazoned TITANS on the back and a slim fitting white tank—whirled around, a Wii remote in his hand.

The blonde girl ignored the commotion and continued dancing, gloating when Kurt's score started taking hits.

"Oh shit!" Kurt cursed. He was breaking the rules rather blatantly, what with having a girl in his dorm and everything, and two of the biggest hard asses he knew of in the school were in his room. He tried not to think of how embarrassing it was to be in front of his crush in what amounted to pajamas.

"I know! I'm winning! Woo-hoo! Wait 'til I tell Santana!" the mysterious blonde giggled, even as she continued moving.

"Don't tell anyone Brittany's here," Kurt pleaded with the three flabbergasted boys who had tumbled into his single room. Blaine was stunned mostly by the fact that this was the least he'd seen Kurt wear, ever. This was the now (officially) the best day ever. He just nodded dumbly to whatever Kurt had just asked. "I'm prepared to beg on my knees. The carpet's soft enough."