A/N: Red cordial shots and food :D This night is good.

"I don't like this…" Blaine muttered, glancing around awkwardly, almost hiding behind Kurt.

Kurt ignored him, pulling his sweatbands on and adjusting his headband.

"Kurt…" Blaine whined quietly.

"You didn't want to go to the gym. It's not my fault that you're here."

Blaine frowned. "I wanted to be with you."

"And I wanted to go to aerobics."

Blaine grumbled, glancing around. They were in a small hall – carpeted with air con, and a stage up the front. It radiated friendliness, but Blaine was still uncomfortable.

"There aren't any other guys here."

"It's a women's class." Kurt informed him, pulling his leg up to stretch. Blaine blanched. "Don't worry, I called before to make sure you were allowed." Blaine frowned in confusion.

"Why are you allowed?"

Kurt grinned. "I've been coming here for two years now. I ran into it one night – I was jogging – and there was a ladies' class on. I asked if I could join them – I told them I was gay and that I just wanted to be somewhere where I could lose weight and not be judged by how I looked or how I wanted to work out."

Blaine watched him fondly, his mouth parted in awe.

"Kurt…" he whined again when he realised Kurt wasn't about to continue, still uncomfortable.

"You wanted to spend tonight with me." Kurt reverted back to his snappy no-nonsense attitude. "Don't complain." He grinned afterwards.

Blaine nodded feebly.

"Kurt!" a young woman approached them.

"Linda!" Kurt greeted her enthusiastically, pulling her into a hug.

"This must be your boyfriend!" she eyed him critically, and Blaine blushed. "He's so handsome! Just like you described…"

"You talk about me?" Blaine inquired, grinning at Linda.

"Only all the time!" Linda grinned as Kurt blushed heavily.

"Alright ladies, Kurt, Blaine." Called the instructor, grinning and clapping to get their attention. "We're starting!"

Blaine never imagined aerobics to be fun. He found himself really getting into the steps, performing moves and grinning and laughing. He made jokes with the women and seemed to fit in really easily. Kurt watched him fondly – he didn't have natural talent as a dancer, but he was obviously trying his best.

It wasn't even as awkward as they both thought it would be.

The class finished an hour and a half later, and Blaine was sweating and panting far more than he'd thought.

"Enjoy yourself?" Kurt asked, wiping his forehead with a towel he'd brought.

"So much!" Blaine grinned.

"Coming again next week?"

Blaine paused, before grinning and nodding.

"Yeah. I think I might."

A/N: :D