A/N: We're going to bed soon.
"Okay, so your fingers go here, here, and here, on the A, D, and G strings." Blaine directed patiently, guiding Angelica's fingers to the right spots. "Now, hold those strings down, and strum with your other hand."
Angelica followed his instructions, hesitantly strumming gently across the strings, her face lighting up in a smile.
"So that's an 'E' minor chord." Blaine explained, smiling at her.
"E minus?"
"No, E minor."
"E minus." She smiled proudly, nodding to herself. "What's next?"
"No, only one chord at a time." Blaine grinned. It wasn't often he got students who were eager to learn – mostly they were being forced to, or they didn't realise how hard it would be and dropped out after a lesson or two.
Then there was the couple of students that worked hard – too hard- to hide exactly how much they enjoyed playing the guitar, then the ones like Angelica, who had loved it almost before she'd started playing.
"You have a choice." Blaine said, holding up two tabs. "'Hedwig's theme' -"
"Harry Potter?" she gasped.
"- Or 'He's a Pirate'."
"Pirates of the Caribbean? Oh man, I can't choose!"
"Well, Hedwig's theme is a little easier, we could start with that? Then move onto He's a Pirate when you can play the first one?"
Angelica sighed.
"...Okay." she agreed finally.
^.^
"I'm going to practice heaps so I can play it really quickly, okay?" she promised as she left, her mother arriving to pick her up. Blaine returned to his seat, picking his guitar back up and absently playing the same tune he'd been teaching Angelica.
Kurt watched him from the doorway for a few seconds before dropping onto the seat next to him.
"You should teach me." He said softly, watching Blaine's fingers dance across the strings.
Blaine paused, looking at him with an uncertain smile.
"Really? You... You've never seemed interested before..."
Kurt shrugged.
"I've never seen you as interested in a lesson before."
Blaine looked away.
"Most students aren't as interested to learn as Angelica is. She's going to be a good guitar player."
"I want to learn. Please?" Kurt asked, reaching to pluck at the strings of the guitar Blaine still held.
"...you'll get callouses."
"That's why they invented hand cream."
Blaine bit his lip.
"Unless... You don't want to teach me?"
"No! No, Kurt, I would like to teach you, but I don't think it's the right instrument for you."
Kurt pouted.
"It's okay, I get it." He sighed. "You don't want to teach me."
Blaine reached out for him as he rose from his seat.
"Kurt... Wait..."
Kurt turned back toward him. Blaine sighed, tugging him back down to the seat and placing the guitar in his hands.
"...What are you doing?" Kurt asked.
Blaine moved to kneel in front of him, concentrating on where he was placing Kurt's hands. At Kurt's voice he paused, stretching up to kiss him over the guitar.
"Teaching you."
"But I thought you didn't want to..?" Kurt asked, confused.
Blaine smiled at him.
"I never said that."
Kurt frowned and Blaine sighed, explaining in more detail.
"I never tried to get you interested in learning the guitar, because you were concentrating on learning the piano."
Kurt's eyes widened. That explained somuch.
"Blaine..."
"No, I want to teach you."
".. do you know why I want to learn?" Blaine looked up again, shaking his head minutely. "I want to learn, so that..." he bit his lip shyly. "So that we can share this...so we can play awesome harmonies, because god you look absolutely amazing with your guitar. Like nothing in the world could bother you, even when you're with a student. I want to share that. That feeling of absolute peace..."
Blaine grinned. "I want to share it with you."
A/N: Wheeee!