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After the performance, Trent looked in the crowd for Thad. Wes was sat next to him and saw him searching the room with his eyes.
Wes asked, "Are you okay, Trent?"
The sassy brunet sighed. "I just don't know! Thad's been avoiding me all day and I don't know why! He looked annoyed with me straight after the paintballing results. He hasn't said a word to me since!"
Before Wes could reply, they were interrupted by Thad himself coming over. "Er, Flint said you were looking for me?" Thad said uncomfortably, not really making proper eye contact with his best friend. Trent silently thanked his roommate for getting Thad to come to him.
Trent looked worried. "What's the matter, Thad? You've been avoiding me all day. What have I done wrong? Please tell me." He pleaded.
Thad sighed. "I just think that twist you added to the performance was a bit much. Ryan basically got outed at your party and then had to do that!"
"I'm sorry, I guess I got carried away. It looks like it went really well, though, and I already apologised to Ryan about that."
"Yes, but it might not have gone well! It could so easily have gone so badly for all of them! Maybe you should stop meddling in other people's love lives!" He exclaimed, exasperated.
Trent bit back, annoyed now. He stood up, hands on his hips, facing Thad. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? Maybe I meddle because I'm lonely! I'm one of the only single gay guys left! I just thought I'd help give the others a little push. I don't see why you're so angry with me? You're usually fine with all the silly stuff everyone gets up to at Warbler parties, what's got into you?"
"Yeah, well maybe you should worry less about other people's personal business and open up your own damn eyes!" Thad threw his hands in the air.
Wes' eyes widened at that comment. He was still sat next to the arguing boys and was doing his best to pretend he wasn't there, eavesdropping. Ohhhh. Awkward. First he drinks to having a crush on a guy, then he avoids his best friend, Trent. Now he's all snappy with him for meddling and thinks Trent is missing something.
I don't think it takes a genius to work out what's going on here. Why can't Trent see it? Probably because we all think Thad is straight. I think I'll try to talk to him on his own later, after he's cooled off.
Thad sighed in frustration, running his hand through his hair. "Look, just forget I said anything, okay?" He turned sharply on his heel and left without looking back at the crushed expression on Trent's face.
Wes went over to him, putting a friendly hand on his shoulder.
Trent looked at Wes in disbelief. "What the hell was that?" His eyes were sparkling with hurt.
Wes tried to comfort his upset friend. "Maybe you should let him cool off. Something is obviously bothering him. Perhaps he will explain it all later, but for now I would give him some space."
Trent swallowed. "I guess so. I need to get the hall set up for the party now, any way. I had hoped Thad would help me, but I guess he's not going to now." He looked dejected.
"Come on, Flint and I will help, and we'll rope in some more Warblers. What do you need doing first? The karaoke equipment?"
During the distracting argument at the front of the audience, Blaine, Nick and Nate had all made a quick escape. Blaine had run for the nearest bathroom, Nick for their shared dorm and Nate for his single dorm. They may have all dashed to different places, but Nate was sure it was for the exact same reason.
Coming back out of his bathroom, looking relieved, he flung himself onto his bed. He looked up at the ceiling, trying to think about what just happened, now his brain was a little, ahem, clearer. He was holding the hat that Ryan put on his head, playing with it as he thought.
Nate tried to decide his next move. I don't want Ryan to think I'm some sex-mad fiend, after him just because of that performance. His mind started to flash with images of Ryan dancing provocatively and straddling his lap. Stop it! That's not helping! He mentally slapped himself.
He sat up and decided to take a quick shower to relax himself before he returned to the party. I might put a different shirt and pants on too, I want to look sharp. As soon as I see Ryan I'm going to find out if he likes me or not. Tonight.
Twenty minutes later, Nate came out of his bathroom with his towel around his waist. He went over to his wardrobe and selected a mid blue shirt that he knew hugged his muscles well and brought out the blue of his eyes. He matched them with some dark jeans, just like Ryan's. He thought, his mind again filling with the memory that he knew would be etched on his brain forever.
He waited for his deodorant to dry and then applied some more aftershave after checking his stubble.
Once he was finally dressed and ready to go to the party, he looked himself over in the mirror. He winked at his reflection. You'll do! He thought with a smirk.
The party was in full swing with dancing, increasing drunkeness and karaoke.
Nate entered the room determinedly. He started searching the boys standing around and chatting, then those singing karaoke, then finally he scanned the crowd of dancers.
Bingo! Ryan was dancing with Kurt and Jeff. Nate saw a few other Warblers going up to them to congratulate them on their performance, some lingering a little too long and too close to Ryan for Nate's liking. It's time. Thought Nate, as he strode over to the dancefloor and started making his way to the trio of friends. Kurt and Ryan were watching Jeff do some outrageous moves.
Hmmmm, he's still in costume. Nate noticed, licking his lips. He had intended to dance near Ryan and get his attention before talking to him. However, seeing Ryan in costume, dancing and swaying his hips to the music, Nate was desperate again. His body moved of its own accord, closing in behind Ryan until their bodies were touching and he gripped the redhead's hips to anchor himself.
Nate breathed in Ryan's delicious scent, closing his eyes, before exhaling close to his ear and pleading, "That was so hot. I couldn't keep my eyes off you. Dance with me? Please?"
Ryan didn't stiffen or push him away. Well, that's a good sign! Nate thought while he waited for the boy he was flush against to make a move one way or the other. Please don't send me away! He mentally begged.
Ryan said nothing in reply to Nate, but leant back against him, raising one arm to drape around his neck, grinding back into him. The black haired boy groaned into his crush's ear in delight and tightened his grip on his hips, breathing into his ear.
Nate started to move his hips in time to the music, Ryan's following him perfectly, still pressed together. Nate couldn't think of anything to say, so he just lost himself in the wonderful feeling of finally holding Ryan. Even better than I had imagined. He thought. He smells amazing.
After dancing and grinding like this for a while, Ryan stood up straighter, turned round and put his arms around Nate's neck, their legs slotting together as they started to grind some more.
Nate gazed longingly into Ryan's sparkling, heavily made-up eyes. His eyes flickered down to look at Ryan's glossy lips, then back up. Blue locked with brown as Nate searched for any hestitation.
When he found none, he leant slowly in to capture his luscious lips with his own, sucking at his bottom lip until the redhead parted them, allowing his tongue entrance as they deepened the kiss. Their tongues slid against each other, sending hot darts of pleasure through their veins.
Whistles rang out around them. They reluctantly parted their lips, but not their bodies. They gazed at each other, soft smiles playing on their kiss-swollen lips.
I'm getting so turned on, we need to take this somewhere else before it gets embarrassing, thought Nate. "Come with me?" he pleaded softly.
Ryan bit his lip and nodded. Nate smiled and stood up straighter, parting their bodies. He immediately reached down to firmly take the redhead's hand in his and squeezed, before setting off through the crowd, tugging him to the door and out into the hall quickly.
Both boys were far too preoccupied with each other to notice the catcalls from some of their friends.
Nate held on tight to Ryan's hand as they climbed the stairs to Warbler floor, leading him to his, thankfully, single dorm.
Nate and Ryan had just left, when Trent shouted "Truth or Dare! Everyone get in a circle. Forfeit is you have to do whichever one you didn't pick and if you still don't do that one you have to wear drag for 2 days!"
Laughter broke out as a circle of increasingly drunken boys took shape.
A few each of truths and dares had been dished out before Trent shouted "Jeff! Truth or dare?" Jeff's gaze flickered to his favourite brunet on his right, before answering "Truth."
Trent was still reeling from his argument with Thad. Said boy had returned to the party quite late and proceeded to get very drunk, back to ignoring Trent. This had put the council member into an odd mood, as poor Jeff was about to find out.
"Okay then, Jeff, who do you have a crush on?" Jeff's face instantly coloured. A few Warblers looked quite shocked at the blunt question, but still watched Jeff intently, waiting for his answer.
"Oh, come on Trent, you can't ask me that! It's too personal!" he complained. He desperately tried not to look at Nick which would be a dead give away.
"So you forfeit then?" At Jeff's reluctant nod, he continued "Okay, you know the rules Jeffy-boy, unless you want to wear drag for 2 days you have to do this dare." Jeff nodded, solemnly. What's got into Trent tonight? The blond wondered nervously.
"Kiss Nick for at least 5 seconds."
Jeff panicked. "What?" His eyes shot to Nick's next to him, who was suddenly much closer than he had remembered. He started to reassure Nick that he didn't have to do this, "Nick, it's ok, you don't have t- mmmmph!"
Ohhh. Nick's lips. On mine! Kiss back! KISS BACK! So Jeff kissed back, warm tingles starting from his lips touching Nick's, spreading through his veins, making his pants tight.
He felt Nick lick his bottom lip, he wants to deepen the kiss! He parted his lips and their tongues met, a moan escaping Jeff's throat, as neither boy paid any attention to their audience who had given up counting when they reach fifteen seconds.
"Get a room!" came a loud yell, and Jeff broke the kiss, grabbed Nick by the hand, pulled him up and dashed from the room, signalling to Kurt that he was heading for their room.
Great, thought Kurt, that just leaves me with an unresolved crush. Crap, where am I going to sleep tonight? I don't want to interrupt Jeff and Nick. Kurt paled as he remembered who Nick's roommate was. Blaine.
He looked over to said boy who was next to him as usual, although strangely quiet since their performance. He had rushed out after it, coming back a while later to observe the dancing from the sides, Kurt catching his eye often as he danced, but the curly haired Warbler hadn't joined in until the games started.
Just my luck, the others are off doing goodness knows what and Blaine is still oblivious! Kurt fought the urge to roll his eyes and turned his attention back to the game.
Blaine had had enough of the game. I need to talk to Kurt, and now, before Trent forces my hand. I don't want my feelings to come out as part of a game after all this time. He turned to Kurt and put his hand on his shoulder to get his attention.
"Kurt?" I love the way he says my name, thought Kurt. It sounds so amazing when he rolls the "r" and pops the "t". Answer him damnit! "Yes Blaine?"
"Uh, I n-need to talk to you Kurt. Now. Can we go somewhere private?" He pleaded. Kurt's eyes widened. "O-okay" he replied and the boys stood up, ignoring the comments aimed at them for disappearing into the common room together.
Blaine led Kurt to one of the leather couches, politely gestured for him to sit first and then joined him, knees touching, facing each other. Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes expectantly.
"What is it you wanted to talk to me about Blaine? Are you going to give me notes on my performance, did I look like I had gas pains again?" Kurt teased and Blaine had the grace to blush.
"Nooo, that's not it... far from it, actually..." Kurt looked intrigued. He looks nervous! Blaine never looks this flustered! What is he going to say? I hope he's not about to try to let me down gently.
Blaine cleared his throat and began. "Kurt, your performance tonight was amazing. You looked really sexy and it was so hot." He pulled at his collar as if it were choking him. "Here I was thinking you still needed time to get over the whole thing with Karofsky, but I seem to have missed the part where you were ready for a...relationship... with someone."
Kurt smiled fondly at Blaine. He was worried I wasn't ready? I am so ready! Wait - relationship? Please let him like me, please, PLEASE!
"Kurt, I... I've had feelings for you for a long time, but I've ignored them for your sake. But... I have to let you know before someone else takes you away from me. The performance was the last straw and I can't hide it any more." He shuffled closer and took Kurt's hand in his warm one. "You move me, Kurt, and I just want to spend more time with you."
Kurt's mind was flailing. He's leaning in! He likes me! He's going to kiss me!
Blaine's lips found Kurt's and he sighed loudly through his nose in relief and delight at the amazing warm tingling sensation. Kurt seemed to snap out of his shock and tenderly brought his hand up to Blaine's jaw to kiss him back, deepening it slightly. Oh wow. Fireworks, Kurt thought.
They broke apart, eyes shining, wide grins on their faces in giddy happiness. Blaine lifted his arm up and Kurt took the invitation to snuggle willingly, tucking his legs up onto the couch as he leant into Blaine's warm chest with a sigh.
"Uh, Blaine?"
"Yes?"
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not being forward or anything, but I'm technically homeless right now since Jeff and Nick are in my room. Uh, do you think I could crash on Nick's bed tonight?"
"Of course you can, Kurt. Don't worry, I won't pressure you or anything. Now that you know my feelings for you I want to do this properly - Kurt Hummel, would you do me the honour of becoming my boyfriend?"
Kurt hugged Blaine in delight as he answered "Yes! I would love to!"
"Good, because I would like to take my new boyfriend on a date tomorrow and we need to get some sleep tonight. Let's leave the others too it shall we? I hate to think what state they will all be in the morning, but I plan on taking you out all day, followed by dinner at a lovely italian restaurant I know in the evening."
After a few more moments spent cuddling and trading sweet kisses, the boys headed for Blaine and Nick's dorm for the night.
Blaine leant Kurt some too short sweats and a baggy t-shirt to sleep in and the boys cuddled together on Blaine's bed to watch a film on his laptop.
Neither of them paid much attention to the film as they were enjoying being held by and holding their new boyfriend. It wasn't long before both boys fell asleep, still wrapped up in each other's arms.
Nate unlocked his door and led Ryan in. Ryan is in my room! I never thought the evening would end like this!
He gestured for Ryan to take a seat on his bed while he grabbed a couple of sodas from his mini fridge and offered one to the redhead, who took it gratefully.
"Thanks, uh, dancing always makes me really thirsty." He took a gulp, thankful for the break in the silence between them.
"Look Ryan, I think we should talk. Your performance was so hot and you can tell the effect it had on me..." Nate did his now trademark eyebrow wiggle, again eliciting a strong blush in the other boy, "...but, I have to admit I'm confused. Before tonight you've pushed me away. I have to ask - why have you let me close now? I don't want you to feel pressured because of the performance, I don't expect anything you're not happy with Ry."
I like it when he shortens my name like that! Swooned the redhead. I think I misjudged him - now we're alone he is being careful about my feelings.
"I've never told you why I transferred to Dalton mid-year, have I?" Nate shook his head, staying quiet, waiting for Ryan to finish.
"Well, it's nothing as bad as some guys' stories I've heard, but I got bullied pretty badly...every day at the end... just verbal stuff really, but when the whole school does it it can get you down, you know? I started getting really depressed and withdrawn. Luckily my older sister noticed and suggested this school to my parents and the rest is history." He looked up at Nate, finished with his story.
Nate still looked confused. "But why? Why did they bully you? Because you're gay?" He asked.
Ryan shook his head. "Weirdly, no. There was another poor guy at the school who was out and they took their homophobia out on him, not me. It was just too much fun having a go at my... my... looks."
"What?!" Nate spluttered. "Why? You're freakin' gorgeous! I could stare at you all day and not get bored. In fact I probably do, sorry! Your hair is an amazing colour and it is so fine and looks really soft, your skin is flawless, your cheekbones are to die for, your lips look so kissable and your body..." Nate groaned loudly, "well lets just say you're hot, ok? What the hell?"
"They thought I looked like Fred and George Weasley from Harry Potter" Ryan admitted quietly, embarrassed now.
"So? They're freakin' hot too, but you're better looking than them." He smiled at the redhead, who took the compliment graciously.
"But why the change of heart then? Don't get me wrong, I'm so not complaining."
Ryan locked eyes with the black-haired boy. "I just didn't really think you were being serious, after all the bullying it's kinda hard to think of myself in a good way. But, after tonight's performance I got so many compliments" Nate started to frown, his jaw tightened and he crossed his arms in a mock-jealous boyfriend kind of way, making the redhead giggle "...any way, it made me realise I was being stupid. I don't care what other people think of my looks, I'm fine with them. And..."
"...and?" Nate prompted.
"...and, I have kind of had a..." he cleared his throat, "... er...crush... on you for a couple of months now." He ducked his head, and felt Nate sit down next to him. A finger went under his chin and lifted it so his brown eyes met blue.
"Well, we definitely agree on something then..." Ryan looked quizzically at Nate. "We are both hot!" The redhead rolled his eyes and laughed, grateful for the lift in the mood.
"So, are you gonna let me take you out on a date tomorrow evening then?" The raven-haired boy asked, hopefully.
"I'd love that!" Ryan gleefully replied.
"Now, where were we?" Nate was just about to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively, as usual, when the redhead smacked him on the arm and said "Stop that! If you wiggle your eyebrows at me again I'll get all embarrassed..." his voice suddenly went lower and softer, "and then I won't be able to do this..."
Nate fell silent, obediently, his eyes widening slightly as Ryan leant in. He must be okay with this - I initiated the rest, but this is totally him.
Ryan's lips met Nate's soft ones, and he started to move them gently, relaxing into the kiss. He hooked his arms up around Nate's neck and felt Nate's arms circle his waist, holding him tight. Wow, this feels amazing. I'm glad I let Nate dance with me...and kiss me! He parted his lips slowly and cautiously licked at Nate's bottom lip. The black-haired boy groaned and their tongues met in a hot dance, their arms gripping each other ever more tightly.
Nate slowly leant back onto his pillow, bringing Ryan with him. They broke the kiss and just laid there, legs tangled, arms wrapped around each other, staring into each other's eyes. The black-haired boy lifted his hand to brush Ryan's fringe out of his still sparkly eye, to whisper "I'd like for you to be my boyfriend, Ry."
Ryan's eyes sparkled even more than just from the makeup as he replied softly "Yes!"
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