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~C.
(Chapter 4)
Kurt peeked out his window and smiled in satisfaction when he saw the sun shining over the beautiful New York City. Making mischievous shifty eyes, he opened the window, secured the ruler, and stepped out onto the fire escape. He was dressed in yoga pants, a black muscle-shirt, and dance sneakers. Kurt had left his dance leotard at home, not expecting to have the sudden urge to do what he was about to do. His iPod was strapped to his forearm and the buds in his ears; ready for the use Kurt was about to put them to.
Why do I feel the need to do this every so often?
Looking over at the apartment adjacent from Rachel's, he actually frowned when he found the apartment to be dark from the lack of occupancy at the moment.
Unlike me, the dude actually lives here; he probably has a life.
Jeez Kurt, calm down; you never even met the guy.
Kurt shook his head of those thoughts and climbed the fire escape up onto the rooftop. He was allowed to do that, right? He passed up two other people's terrace-like platforms before he finally reached the stairs that led straight up to the roof. Kurt's sneaker covered feet plopped onto the concrete roof. He couldn't help but smile at the sight he saw. There was an adorable little greenhouse on the farther side of the rooftop, next to it was a water tower, and then there was a small structure that stuck up out of the roof where he assumed the door for the proper entrance to the rooftop actually was. However, the rest of the roof was open; like his own personal dance area.
Now I see why Rachel fought so hard for an apartment in this building.
The pale young man walked over to the edge of the building and looked out over the city. The bright sun warmed his porcelain skin and a light breeze caressed his exposed forearms. The city was loud, it was bustling, it was different; it was his kind of city. Spinning on his heel, he skipped over to the area he deemed fit for his little burst of spontaneity. Kurt actually laughed when he looked down at the floor and realized there was dance powder scattered around on the concrete.
Wow, Rachel really made herself at home up here.
Kurt wasted no time in getting into the fourth position with his arms stretched out at their appropriate angles. His right leg gave one powerful push, and just like that, Kurt was doing a pirouette.
Damn, just like riding a bike.
His leg curled around him during the spin and then stuck out to catch him as his pirouette came to an end. The smile that graced his face was one of pure joy. No matter how awful he had started out in dancing; whatever he learned was retained and perfected in a very Kurt Hummel manner.
Booty Camp ain't got nothin' on me now!
Picking up his arm, Kurt searched through his iPod for an appropriate song that he could really let go to. Would it be Lady Gaga, Madonna, or Mrs. Brittany Spears this fine day?
No…Beyoncé, she calls to me!
Looking over his surplus of Beyoncé songs, Kurt was ever so tempted to play his signature song, 'Single Ladies.' However, another song peeked his interest a tad more. It was…pretty damn appropriate, plus he knew the moves to that song as well. Why not, right? Kurt pushed play and when the popping beat filled his ears, he closed his eyes in order to submerse himself completely into the song.
Turn the lights on!
Kurt started popping his hips from side to side when Beyoncé started singing in his ears, his own voice echoing across the rooftops, but not loud enough for the people on the ground to hear him. Then he turned to the side, placed a hand on hip, and swayed his pelvis sensually.
Every night I rush to my bed
With hopes that maybe I'll get a chance to see you when I close my eyes
I'm going outta my head
Lost in a fairytale
Can you hold my hands and be my guide?
Clouds filled with stars cover your skies
And I hope it rains
You're the perfect lullaby
What kind of dream is this?
He raised a hand in the air and proceeded to step from side to side. Kurt bent back a little at the appropriate moment and glided his hand around his head gracefully. Then he snapped back upright and let his long fingers dance in front of him.
You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you
Turn the lights on!
Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Somebody pinch me, your loves too good to be true
Turn the lights on!
Kurt put his arms up above his head, his hands clasped and his arms straight in the air. He ran his hands through his hair and down his body, gliding over his chest, his stomach, his hips, and finally his cloth-covered thighs.
My guilty pleasure I ain't goin nowhere
Baby, long as you're here
I'll be floating on air cause you're my, you're my...
You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you
Suddenly, Kurt's legs became shoulder width apart and his knees bent a little. His hips started popping and grinding around in a hard circle.
Turn the lights on!
I don't care if it's a sweet dream or beautiful nightmare, just imagining those toned arms around me is fantasy enough for me.
I mention you when I say my prayers
I wrap you around all of my thoughts
Boy, you're my temporary high
I wish that when I wake up you're there
To wrap your arms around me for real and tell me you'll stay by my side
Clouds filled with stars cover the skies
And I hope it rains
You're the perfect lullaby
What kind of dream is this?
He clasped his hands together in mock prayer; he stepped to the side, flit a splayed hand across his taunt stomach and then pushed some of his chestnut hair out of his face. Kurt extended one hand and let it glide across the air like he was showing off a display. Both his hands grasped his knees and slowly pressed their way up his body. He cocked his hip out to one side and let one hand glide all the way up to the sky overhead.
You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you
Turn the lights on!
Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Somebody pinch me, your loves too good to be true
Turn the lights on!
My guilty pleasure I ain't goin nowhere
Baby, long as you're here
I'll be floating on air cause you're my, you're my...
You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you
Kurt used both his hands to push his hair forward; then he had them behind his head as he snapped his head to the side and dipped his hips erotically. He bit his lip as he squeezed one of his thighs and used his other hand to clutch at his heart. His body popped as if it had been punched and then bent forward in a semblance of agony. One of Kurt's fists shot out in a punch before he bent to one side, his body in a perfect 'U' shape, and reached a hand up to the sky.
"Turn the lights…ahhh!"
Kurt fell on his butt; one of the buds popping out of his ears, music still blaring out of the speakers, when his eyes opened and he was graced with an individual leaning on the ladder. The person shook their head in amusement before flashing Kurt a cocky smirk.
"What the…PUCK?!"
When Blaine heard someone start to sing, he didn't know what he thought he would find as he went to investigate. After that horrible session with his band, he had thrown his guitar on his bed, climbed out his window, and sat on the stairs connecting the building's fire escapes. The frustrated boy hadn't even bothered to turn on his lights when he got home. He had just been lying back on the metal steps and staring at the clouds as they passed by overhead. Closing his eyes, he let the sounds of the city and fresh breeze from the outside clear his mind of his exasperated emotions. It was routine of him to come out and enjoy the night air or the warm day when a session with his 'friends' became too much for him to handle. Then suddenly, he heard…
"Turn the lights on!"
A voice had blown in with the next cool breeze and caressed Blaine's ears; it was…lyrical. His eyes snapped open and his body sat up ramrod straight. Listening for a brief moment, he realized that he didn't hear any accompanying background music. He looked around himself confused, but then his eyes landed on the apartment building across from his. HIS window, it was open. Realizing where the magical voice was coming from, and more importantly from whom, Blaine pulled himself up before he began running up the metal steps two at a time.
Don't tell me that guy not only looks angelic, but sings like one too.
Blaine heard the voice echoing across the city rooftops as he pulled himself up onto his own roof. He sat on the rooftop edge with his feet planted on the top step and his body facing the building across the alleyway. The curly-haired young man definitely hadn't expected his throat to go dry or a flare of heat rush through his body.
Well, maybe not as angelic as I initially thought.
The tanned boy examined the paler boy's toned arms as they flexed in the afternoon sun. Even from the ways off, he could see the young man's natural highlights shine in the warm sun as his body moved elegantly…LIMBERLY.
Oh the undapperness of my thoughts right now.
As the dancer belted out the lyrics to 'Sweet Dreams,' a choice Blaine certainly approved of, Blaine couldn't help but smile at the overwhelming passion the other showed. He was completely lost in the song, he was freaking OWNING the song, he was…
Oh my God, why are his hands rubbing himself up and down like that?
Yeah…those would be my tight pants getting even tighter.
Blaine tilted his head, thoroughly enjoying the plastered on pants (maybe yoga pants?) and the formfitting muscle-shirt that rode up every so often to give Blaine a peek of what hid underneath those clothes. Then suddenly, completely catching Blaine off guard, the other man shot his legs out, shoulder width apart, and started gyrating his hips around. The surprise was too much for Blaine; he fell backwards. His back slammed onto his concrete roof as his legs hung over the slightly protruding wall of the building's edge.
Nygh!
He had no words, verbal or otherwise, just hot arousal burning through his veins and an incessant hard-on scratching painfully against the metal zipper of his denim jeans. His breathing had taken on an erratic staccato and his skin felt hot to the touch. Sebastian's body didn't even have the ability to turn him into a pile of goo like the chestnut-haired boy's did and he'd seen a whole lot more of it than the flitting glimpses he was receiving at this moment. Seriously, he hadn't been this turned on since he first discovered the useful art of masturbation.
Please, don't explode in your pants like some teenager.
Have SOME dignity.
Blaine lifted his legs off the side of the building and decided to just peek his head over the small wall. His eyes blew lustfully as he observed the dancer once again pressing his hands up his trim figure. If Blaine had any blood in his head, upstairs head that is, he'd have been more thoroughly impressed with the guy's perfect execution of the choreography from the music video. Though, at this point, Blaine's thoughts were keener on guttural references than choreographic appraisal.
Holy crap, his ass…looks fantastic.
The onlooker had to bite into his knuckles to keep himself from moaning as the pale boy started to dip his sensually, graceful hips. Blaine thought he might have broken skin when he had to bite down harder because the other man had decided to grip his thighs and make a damn near pornographic face of ecstasy as he did so. The mesmerized boy never even registered the Mohawk wearing man as he climbed the metal stairs towards the dancing spectacle. His eyes glued to the way the paler man was bending his body into a 'U' shape and unknowingly showing Blaine just how fucking flexible he really was.
So deliciously bendy.
Blaine was snapped out of his mental fantasies when he heard the beautiful voice stop singing and instead let out a high-pitched yell.
Huh…what?
The curly-haired man narrowed his eyes as he finally registered the presence of a second person on the other rooftop.
"…PUCK?!"
That word was the only thing that had been loud enough to float across the space between the two buildings. He observed as the paler young man stood back up and crossed his arms over his chest as he awaited some sort of response from the surprise visitor. From the way he had exclaimed, Blaine could only assume he knew the other male. Though, the stance he took looked like one out of annoyance more than a warm-hearted hello.
I wonder if this counts as eavesdropping.
He watched as the guy with the Mohawk started speaking with the other male. The more he spoke, the more rigid the paler man's posture seemed to become.
Nah, it's not like I can actually hear what they're saying.
Finally, the pale boy's arms shot down by his sides and his hands turned into fists. He started speaking at the dude with the Mohawk in what looked like a very irritated fashion. The guy, who Blaine assumed was 'Puck,' turned around smugly and started descending the stairs.
"Yes, you are!" Puck shouted up as he approached his friend's open window.
"Puckerman, for the last time, no I am not and you can't make me!" The other shouted down at him.
"Hey, shut the hell up!" A random stranger yelled.
Puck shouted back, "Mind your own damn business!" Then he looked up to where the other male was following after him. "KURT, YOU ARE COMING TO 'THE PINN UP' TONIGHT WHETHER YOU WANT TO OR NOT! IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT CHICKENING OUT, I'LL THROW ALL YOUR DAMN LOTIONY CRAP DOWN THE DRAIN!"
Mmm…Kurt.
I like it.
The other boy, presumably Kurt, stood there stunned. His mouth was hanging open and his expression was one of pure disbelief. Then he snapped his mouth shut before shouting, "You! Wouldn't! Dare!"
Puck smiled evilly, "Try me!"
The smug man slipped into the apartment and Kurt was left there with an unreadable expression on his face. "I hate you, you know!"
After that ordeal, Blaine sat on the roof contemplating the information he 'accidentally' overheard. If they were talking about 'The Pinn Up' and that guy was referred to as Puck; then that means that was Noah Puckerman!
P-Puck? But he's…he's just…WHAT!?
Blaine had interacted with Puck a few times when he wanted to sing at the bar he and his much bigger friend owned. He seemed like a cool dude, plus anyone who sang on 'Open Mic Night' had to first sign up with one of the owners for a slot.
Wait…tonight is 'Open Mic Night.'
Tonight KURT is going to be at 'Open Mic Night.'
A slow smile started to stretch across the tanned boy's face.
I think I just found something to do tonight.
A/N: Baha oh gosh, I love Puck. That lovely excerpt was from Beyonce's 'Sweet Dreams.' I tried to describe the choreography from her music video, but if it made no sense at all than just please go watch it to find out what moves I attempted to describe Kurt performing. My bad if you're just like...whaaaaat? Anyways, please review. They make me smile & motivate me. ^-^