A/N: Sort of an extended version of the Kurt/Blaine scene in The Substitute.
Gaga vs. Perry
Mercedes yawned loudly as Blaine and Kurt continued to discuss their various gay loves across the table from her. Sure, she was happy for Kurt, and Blaine seemed like nice guy, but she was seriously beginning to feel like a third wheel. They had been there for over three hours, just drinking coke and talking, and they didn't seem to be slowing down at all.
"Ok, I've got one… on the count of three, name your favourite female pop artist," Kurt said, and Mercedes subtly rolled her eyes.
"One, two, three… Lady Gaga!" Kurt said, at the exact same time as Blaine yelled "Katy Perry." Shocked, Mercedes sat up straighter, staring at Blaine like he had grown an extra head. He and Kurt had been in agreement of everything for the whole evening.
"You prefer Lady Gaga?" Blaine asked, and Kurt nodded.
"Admittedly, it's not just about her music. She is a huge fashion icon for me as well," Kurt replied, and Blaine smiled.
"Yes, but so is Katy Perry. I mean, have you seen that strawberry dress she wore? Or the one with the cards all over it? She's a fashion icon just as much as Lady Gaga is."
"But she can't compete with Lady Gaga on fashion!" Kurt exclaimed, unable to believe that Blaine was still grinning at him.
"Ok then, Lady Gaga wins the fashion part. But you have to admit, Katy Perry is prettier. For a girl, anyway," Blaine replied, and Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Oh, fine! But Lady Gaga has better song lyrics," he said, and Blaine leaned closer in disbelief.
"You can't actually believe that!" he said, mouth hanging agape. Mercedes just sat there, not wanting to voice her opinion that Jordin Sparks was the best female pop artist. Besides, watching the two of them dispute this was the first real entertainment she'd had all night.
"Of course I believe it, and I will prove it to you," Kurt said, moving even closer to Blaine. Under the table, their thighs touched, and Blaine suppressed the shudder of pleasure that threatened to ripple through him.
"Go on then," he challenged, also ignoring the way his stomach clenched when Kurt's eyes darkened in determination.
"I love this record baby but I can't see straight anymore," Kurt sang, his high voice giving the song a strange, ethereal quality. Blaine immediately came back with a Katy Perry song.
"You change your mind, like a girl changes clothes," Blaine sang lowly, and Kurt grinned at the section he had chosen.
"Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun."
"I kissed a girl, just to try it. I hope my boyfriend don't mind it," Blaine kept his eyes locked with Kurt's at the line, and the smaller boy felt a shiver of happiness pass through him. Something changed then… then tempo of their voices slowed down, the volume dropped, and Kurt started to actually think about what he wanted to say to Blaine.
"I'm your biggest fan; I'll follow you until you love me,"
"Cause baby, you're a firework. Come and show them what you're worth," Blaine had seen the way Kurt looked after the jock boy had walked away; defeated and lost. He didn't understand how Kurt didn't realise just how amazing and brave he was.
"Just want to touch you for a minute," A blush spread to Kurt's cheeks, and Blaine raised one hand to gently cup the other boys face.
"You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream." he sang, meaning every word.
"You and me could write a bad romance," Kurt replied, and Blaine leaned in so that they were only inches apart.
"Well, we could have a bad romance. But I'd much rather have a good one," he whispered, before closing his eyes and closing the distance between them to press his lips against Kurt's unresisting ones. Across the table, Mercedes mouth dropped open and she cleared her throat, but neither boy looked up.
"I think I need some more tots," she said, calling over the waitress.