So you know how in every Glee season they have that insanely awkward episode including a pep-rally-that-turns-sex-riot? Yeah, well this is mine. Enjoy. ;)

An involuntary moan came from Blaine's throat as his boyfriend's lips trailed teasingly down his neck. The temperature in Kurt's room seemed to rise with every second spent. Kurt pressed down against Blaine, his lips finally reaching those of the other boy and staying there. He moved his tongue across Blaine's bottom lip, knowing smugly that it was about to gain entrance.

Blaine's hands crept down to where Kurt's shirt was riding up. Kurt's back felt smooth and cool against his hands as he pushed his shirt up even further. The touch sent shivers down Kurt's back as it arched forward against Blaine. Kurt inhaled sharply, and his fingers wove their way into Blaine's hair, grabbing the smooth curls in his fists and pulling slightly. Blaine's head tilted back as Kurt rolled forward, his hips grazing against Blaine's, driving both of them a little more off the edge.

Their feet tangled together as both were about to become lost in the moment, until..

Their lips parted, and Blaine could feel Kurt's hot breath against his cheek. Kurt rolled off of Blaine and lay next to him, his head leaning against Blaine's shoulder, and just like that the moment was over. That was how it always was. They would always either get interrupted, or they would reach a certain point and just stop. Neither could really explain their reasons why; it was sort of like a mutual understanding not to go too far.

And neither was sure how they felt about it.

Kurt and Blaine sat next to each other in Glee club, holding hands, Blaine's head leaning on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt placed a kiss on the other boy's forehead. A snicker was heard from behind them, one that Kurt would always be able to identify. Mercedes patted Kurt on the shoulder. "The two of you are seriously adorable. I don't know if I'll be able to get used to it."

Kurt turned his head back slightly so she could see the smirk on his face. "You'll just have to try." He definitely wasn't planning on dialing it down any time soon.

The choir room door opened, but to their surprise, it wasn't Mr. Schuester who entered. Kurt knew who it was, and he felt both a mixture of excitement and wariness, unsure of what to expect this time around.

Holly Holliday strutted into the room, dropping her bag onto the piano (which earned her a glare from Brad) and moving to the center of the room. "Hola clase!" She lifted her arms above her head, earning a cheer from most of the class. Blaine turned to Kurt with a questioning look, but Kurt shook his head, implying that he would find out soon enough.

"Where's Mr. Schue?" Finn asked from the back of the class room.

"Oh, him?" Holly smirked. "He's sick, so I'll be here until he gets back." Blaine was watching the substitute curiously. From all of his time at school, he hadn't seen a substitute teacher better received then her. All of the kids in the classroom seemed happy to see her there. He wanted to know what was special about her.

She spotted Blaine. "Oh! I guess I should introduce myself for those of you who may not know. I'm Holly Holliday, and I'm probably the coolest substitute you'll ever have." She winked. "Now, it says on my paper from Mr. Schuester that you have a pep rally to perform at this Thursday, and that we should practice for that." Everyone groaned.

"Why do they still make us perform at those?" Tina asked, slumping back in her seat. There was a general murmured consent to that question. Kurt recalled the past pep rallies, all of which ended horrendously, either in a puke covered stage, or a high school sex riot..

"Now hold on a second!" Holly said from the front of the room. She paused, while everyone watched her expectantly. "I think I know just the thing to get you pumped." She said softly, dramatically, and then yelled "Hit it!" The band started to play, already knowing what song. Blaine smiled broadly when he heard the song choice. "Kurt, it's Katy Perry!" Kurt rolled his eyes but laughed at Blaine's enthusiasm.

Holly started to sing, acting out the lyrics. There's a stranger in my bed,

There's a pounding my head

Glitter all over the room

Pink flamingos in the pool

Brittany and Santana were the first ones to get up and join Holly, dancing around, and singing wildly, ignoring the open choir room doors, like usual. Brittany came over and, smiling, pulled Kurt and Blaine onto their feet. Kurt moved to the center and started to dance, blending in with everyone else, and Blaine followed suit. Everyone joined in very loudly for the chorus.

Last Friday night

Yeah we danced on tabletops

And we took too many shots

Think we kissed but I forgot

Last Friday night

Yeah we maxed our credit cards

And got kicked out of the bar

So we hit the boulevard

Blaine spun around and had to try and keep from laughing when he saw the murderous glare on Brad, the piano player's face as he sat on his bench, not playing, watching the madness that ensued like he wanted nothing but for it to stop, yet he had no control over it. Blaine turned back around, took Kurt's hand and led him to the other side of the room to continue dancing, unwilling to be caught near the explosion if it happened.

This Friday night

Do it all again

This Friday night

Do it all again

Mike and Brittany were doing the robot, and soon everyone else was trying to imitate them. Holly nailed it, along with Artie, Puck and Santana. The rest had some problems with it. Kurt glanced to the doorway to see a freshman peeking in, looking curious and frightened at the same time. He waved, and the boy looked scared at being caught, but he half-smiled before going on his way.

Brittany was standing on a chair, shaking her hips before Santana joined her. Blaine wondered what the Warblers would think if they saw him now, participating in such "shenanigans." Kurt took his hands and the two of them danced goofily to the beat. Blaine no longer wondered why everyone was so excited to see Holly Holliday walk into the classroom.

Last Friday night

Yeah I think we broke the law

Always say we're gonna stop


This Friday night

Do it all again

Blaine's locker slammed with a bang, but it wasn't of his doing. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes, preparing himself for another slushie in the face. But when it didn't come, he looked up slowly and became even more confused when he saw who it was.

Puck was leaning against the locker next to Blaine's with Lauren standing next to him. He had his aviator sunglasses on, completing the "bad-ass" look. "You look scared," was all Puck remarked.

Blaine shrugged. "I'm not." He was waiting for them to say something, but they were just watching him, their expressions unchanging. "What's up?" He asked, noting that this was probably the first time he had spoken alone to the two of them.

Puck smirked, coolly looking at the ground for a second before looking up at Blaine. "So tell me, are you good at baseball?" His voice was low, but confident.

Blaine was about to answer that yes, he was pretty decent and yes, he used to play, but he stopped himself. He realized by the look on Puck's face that he was implying something completely different. "What do you mean?" He asked, not sure he wanted to find out.

Lauren spoke up. "Oh, I think you know." Blaine crinkled his nose. He wasn't really about to have this conversation, was he? Here, at his locker, with people around, and even at all?

Blaine started to try to walk away, with a "I actually have to be somewhere-"

But Puck pulled him back. "Oh no you don't. Listen." Blaine didn't really have a choice. Puck leaned in towards Blaine and spoke softer. "We're here to help you."

"I'm good actually." Blaine said, faking a small smile.

"Come on, Anderson. What base are you and Kurt on? First?" Blaine tried to seem indifferent, but his face gave it away. Puck's eyes widened. "Holy—he is still on first base!" Blaine tried to quiet him down with a shhhing noise, seeing as they were still in a crowded hallway, but no one seemed to be paying attention any way.

"How long have you two been dating?" Lauren asked.

Seeing no way out of this, Blaine answered, knowing he was probably about to condemn himself even more. "It'll be six months next week."

The duo looked overjoyed. "This is perfect!" Lauren exclaimed. They high-fived each other while Blaine looked at them, slightly amused despite himself. Puck then explained. "You know the pep rally this week? We talked to Holly, and she agreed to let us do a mash-up." He told Blaine the name of the songs, and Blaine's brow furrowed.

"She agreed to that? Doesn't it seem a little.. risqué to do at a school?"

Puck laughed it off. "Dude, our pep rally songs are always like that, and the school loves it! It's probably the only day of the year when the rest of the group is cool." He put his hand on Blaine's shoulder. "And you're singing the male lead."

Blaine shook his head slowly. "That's okay, I-" but Puck cut him off once more.

"Trust me." He and Lauren started to walk away, with smug looks on their faces, but not before Puck said. "By the end of the week, you'll be in Hummel's pants. Or the other way around, if you'd prefer it." When they disappeared down the hallway, Blaine shut his eyes and leaned his head against his locker. What just happened? And what had he just gotten into?

Blaine was standing on the sidelines of the soccer field, huddled together with his team as they listened to the coach's pep talk. He was saying how they were actually, somehow, on their way to having a winning record, and that they had better not mess it up. Suddenly, the half of the team that was facing the field all had their mouths gaping and eyes wide. The rest of the team turned to see what they were staring at.

When Blaine turned around, he was unlike the rest of the team in one way as the first thing he noticed was not the twenty-something girls in red cheerleading uniforms that were walking towards the bleachers. No, the first thing he noticed was his boyfriend. In a cheerios uniform. That included tight red pants and a shirt that fit his chest so perfectly. And he looked hot.

Kurt smiled and waved when he saw Blaine looking at him. A soccer uniform was something Kurt had never seen on his boyfriend before, but he kind of liked it.

Blaine received a light punch to his arm. It was Derek, and when Blaine turned back around he saw the boy smirking at him. He wasn't the only one who was more than a little distracted though, so no one else really noticed him. When the coach finished his talk—after regaining the attention of the team—the team stepped out onto the field and took their positions. Blaine was on the side of the cheerios. When he jogged over, he was trying hard to mentally prepare himself to not get distracted during the game. It hadn't even started yet and he was having trouble.

Kurt jumped up when he saw Blaine coming over. "Hi, Blaine." He sounded very excited, and Blaine saw Mercedes roll her eyes from next to him.

Blaine smiled at him. "Hi, Kurt."

"Hi, Blaine!" It was Brittany this time. She had piped up from a little way over. Blaine laughed, but said hello to her as well.

"Good luck." Kurt said, giving him two thumbs up along with an adorable grin. Blaine grinned back, and then the whistle blew, signaling the start of the game. Blaine jumped up and down a few times to try and get himself ready, before running into the game.

As far as distractions went, Blaine was pretty good at avoiding them—when he was facing away from the cheerios. Whenever he would run back towards his own net, his head would inevitably turn to the side. During one more embarrassing moment, an opponent on the other side of the field was making a break towards the McKinley goal post. Blaine was running back, parallel to the ball, when the cheerios had started a cheer. His head whipped around, and he tripped over his own footing, landing on his hands and knees in the dirt, with absolutely no other players around. Face bright red, he quickly stood up again, and ran to get back into the game, this time not looking at Kurt, knowing that the other boy would inevitably be trying to hold in laughter.

When half time came, McKinley was winning 2-0. It was possible to merit this to the cheerios being there, seeing as they usually never scored during the first half. Who would have thought that those cheerleaders would actually make a team play better?

The cheerios all ran onto the field, preparing for their half-time show. They weren't going to sing this time; this was as impromptu as Sue would let it be, and they couldn't figure out a way to hook up the mic to the speakers near the soccer field in the short amount of time. They lined up in their formation; a diamond with a cheerio out in front on both the spectator side and the players side. It was Santana on the side of the players' bench, and when the music started, she strutted forward, lip synching and dancing rather provocatively.

Yo I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,

So tell me what you want, what you really really want,

I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really

really really wanna zigazig ha.

The rest of the squad joined in, all of them dancing in perfect synchronization. When it was his turn, Kurt moved forward gracefully, and did a cartwheel followed by a back handspring across the front line. He was completely confident in his abilities, so at the end, he stuck the landing perfectly, did a half turn and winked at Blaine, who by now had given up trying to keep focus on anything else.

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends,

Make it last forever friendship never ends,

If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give,

Taking is too easy, but that's the way it is.

By now, the soccer team was clapping along with the beat of the song, and cheering on some of the moves. Blaine tore his eyes away to see what the opposing team was doing, and he had to stifle a laugh. Their coach had them in a huddle, seemingly to keep them concentrated. The image of their focus was thwarted, however, because it looked as if the boys were taking turns peeking out of the huddle, over their teammates shoulders to get a look at the show.

What do you think about that now you know how I feel,

I won't be hasty, I'll give you a try,

If you really bug me then I'll say goodbye.

Yo I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want,

So tell me what you want, what you really really want,

I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really

really really wanna zigazig ha.

Kurt high fived Mercedes as they danced by each other during the song, making her laugh. She seemed to be enjoying being on the cheerios again more and more, and Kurt liked to see it.

If you wanna be my lover.

They ended the song by cheering "Go Titans!" in perfect unity, while picking up their pompoms and waving them around. This was what Kurt had missed about cheerios. There was something miraculous about all of these girls(and guy) all cheering for a united cause, even the ones who won't talk to each other off the field. He also liked being active without having to run.

The game ended 4-1, the McKinley Titans scoring another win. After the game, and after shaking hands with the other team, there was a celebration that included hugs shared by the team and cheerios. Kurt ran into Blaine's open arms, and said "congrats. You're pretty good."

Blaine smiled. "Thanks. Although I think the real congratulations goes to you. You're amazing. And the uniform looks devastatingly good on you."

"I know." He laughed along with Blaine. "But thanks."

"Uhm.. Shouldn't we all be practicing together?" Blaine asked tentatively. He was sitting in the choir room with the rest of the boys in Glee club, minus Kurt, who was with the girls in the auditorium.

"Nope." Puck answered. He had taken over leading this week's pep rally rehearsal. "We just need to practice the songs separate. It'll all come together on stage." Blaine nodded. He didn't really have a choice but to go with it. None of the other boys seemed worried, anyway. They were lounging on the chairs; some were texting, and Finn was eating a bag of Doritos.

Blaine looked down at the song sheet in his hand. The mash up was very well done, and he could tell it would sound amazing, despite being a bit dirty. He looked at Puck, who was looking at him. "So I'm starting it?"

Puck nodded. "Yup. But I have to ask, how good you are with the sex appeal?" It was amusing how he could say this with a serious face.

Blaine laughed as he remembered when he and the Warblers had tried to get `sexified` for Regionals. That day was embarrassing for everyone involved. He remembered when he had tried to convince the other Warblers to believe him that that was what the judges wanted; their reactions were hilarious. He was about to bring it up when he realized that this was New Directions, not the Warblers. He missed them.

Puck moved his head towards Blaine a little to get his attention back. "So-oo I'll take that as a yes?"

Blaine shrugged. "It shouldn't be a problem." Hopefully.

Puck slapped his back. "That's what I like to hear." He turned to the other guys. "Let's run this thing!" The other boys looked up from whatever they were doing, the same exasperated look on all of their faces, before agreeing.

Meanwhile, in the auditorium, the girls and Kurt were on the stage, practicing their dance moves. Holly was sitting in one of the theater seats close to the stage, looking preoccupied by playing games on her phone. Rachel was taking charge—as usual. "Even though these are definitely not songs that I would have chosen to show off my vocal range, I think we can make it work. Just follow my choreography." She started with dance moves, and lining everyone up.

That lasted about five minutes. "Your choreography sucks." Santana said to a shocked Rachel. Everyone else added their opinion, including Holly: "Yeeah."

"Alright!" Rachel stomped her foot. "It seems as though my talent is once again underappreciated. Why don't you choreograph it then?" She glared at Santana, who smiled.

"Great!" Santana walked forward. "Come on, Britt. If anyone can make these people look sexy, it's us."

"I like being sexy." Brittany said, probably to herself. But Kurt had to admit, if he was going to trust anyone with the task at hand, it would be the two of them.

During the next twenty minutes, Brittany and Santana had figured out a way to highlight each soloist as they came up for their part. Kurt had memorized his choreography pretty quickly; it came easy to him. After one of the run-throughs, as Kurt was walking back to the spot where he started at, Lauren came up to him. "Hey, Kurt. You know what the song's about, right?"

Kurt eyed her, giving her a well duh kind of look. "I do."

"So now you know you have to sell it."

Sell it? Kurt thought about it. "What do you mean?"

She sighed, giving him an over-patient look one would give a little child when he asked a ridiculous question. "You've gotta be sexy. I know you've got it in you." She was watching him closely. Kurt shuddered involuntarily as he membered the last time he had tried to be sexy, and ended up looking like he had "gas pains."

Lauren smiled. "Aww. Look at little Kurtsie. Mama's gonna help you be sexy, don't you worry." Kurt stared at her in disbelief. What?

"Umm. I-" She put her finger to his lips. "My first tip: stuttering is a no-no. You have to be confident." Kurt looked around; they were still in the middle of the rest of the girls, with their substitute teacher watching. But, he noted, no one seemed to be paying them the slightest bit of attention.

He sighed, giving in. "Fine." After all, what could it hurt? "What else?" His inner diva was screaming at him for letting Lauren walk all over him; he should be up in her face by now. But then again, that same diva still absolutely cringed at the gas pains memory, and needed a way to make up for it.

She smiled, obviously pleased with herself. "You're making the right choice. Next, picture the person you're doing this for. It can be yourself, too, if you want to look your best in front of a crowd. And remember, sometimes it's simple things that make it sexy. Don't try too hard or it will show…"

Kurt opened the front door to his house, and stepped in. He had just said good-bye to Blaine; there had been another soccer game today and both of them needed to be home. As he stepped into his house, about to walk up the stairs to his bedroom, his dad walked out of the kitchen. Kurt smiled at him, but stopped when he saw the look on his dad's face. "Is everything alright? Did someone die?" Kurt asked, worried.

His dad smiled a bit. "No. No one died. I just have to talk to you about something. Come on." He gestured for his son to follow him into the living room. Kurt followed, getting a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach telling him he was in trouble. His dad sat down on the couch, and Kurt sat next to him. Neither Finn nor Carole was around.

Kurt's dad was watching him. "Yes?" Kurt asked hesitantly. He was afraid to know what had happened. Then it hit him. He had a sneaking suspicion he knew what this was about, though he was seriously hoping he would be proved wrong.

"I got a call from school today." But began, causing Kurt's heart to drop. He was right.

"Look, whatever Jacob Ben Israel has to say is a lie!" Kurt was defiant. He would have continued defending himself, but his dad held up his hands. "Kurt, calm down." Once he made sure his son was listening—however reluctantly—he continued. "I wanted to hear your side of the story before believing anything. After everything that went on at your school last year, I wouldn't be surprised if someone had made it all up."

Kurt looked at his father, half wanting to hug him and the other half wanting to strangle the kid with the stupid red fro. He took a deep breath, calming himself down, before explaining. He decided on the truth, because this was one situation where he didn't want to be caught lying. "Blaine got slushied, and I gave him a shirt of mine to change into. While that was happening, Jacob" there was contempt in his voice when he said his name "walked in, and thought it was something else." He didn't need to go into detail about anything else. Those were the facts.

Burt nodded. "I was hoping it was something like that." When Kurt's mouth opened in a look of confusion and indignation, he continued. "You know what I mean."

Kurt reframed from rolling his eyes, and voiced a question he had. "Are they going to give us a punishment?" Though he figured calling their parents was punishment enough.

"Probably not." Burt shook his head. "They asked what I thought, and I said I would have to talk to you first. But honestly.." He hesitated, but continued. "Even if you two had been goofing off, I wouldn't think that much of it." Now this statement had Kurt's jaw on the floor.

"Why?" Kurt asked, incredulously.

Burt laughed at his son's face. "Because, as much as I don't like admitting it, you're a seventeen year old boy, and I think you deserve a bit of fun, even at school.. As long as you don't go too far." Kurt knew a sentence like the last one was going to find its way in. His dad was being far too permitting before that.

Kurt smiled. "Well, thanks, dad." He hugged him, and started to change the subject to something completely different, when his dad interjected. "Not so fast. I need to get something else in." Kurt was stumped this time as of what it could be.

Burt adjusted his collar, giving away to Kurt that he was nervous; that was never a good sign. "Uhm. So have you read those pamphlets I gave you?"


"Honestly. As a father I need to know." Kurt made a face, but nodded in response. "Alright. Just remember them…. And what it said about waiting—"


"I wouldn't be saying this if it wasn't necessary. I know you and Blaine have been dating for a while and—" Kurt wanted to interject again, but instead he just grimaced, trying to make his dad shut up. It didn't work. "And I know you may want to eventually become.. ah.. intimate and I just wanted to let you know you can always wait until you know it's right." He said all of this very fast, only leaving time for Kurt to gape at him, disbelieving that this conversation was even taking place.

Kurt didn't even know what to say. He just stared at his dad, his eyebrows probably about to reach his hairline. Finally, he said in a tone that was very different from his usual. "Thanks for the advice. It'll—I'll definitely consider it."

But let out a sort of nervous and relieved laugh, which Kurt joined in on. His dad leaned forward and embraced him in a hug which he gratefully leaned in to. Then he realized something. "Wait!" Kurt's dad looked alarmed at his sudden change of emotions.

"Do you know if they called Blaine's parents too?" He hoped that for some reason they wouldn't. From what Blaine has told him about his father, he didn't want to know how he would react to something like this.

"I would think so. Why?" He seemed concerned, but Kurt tried to get him to shake it off. It wasn't his business to tell anyone.

"No reason. I was just wondering." He said, but he whipped out his cell phone and quickly sent a warning text to Blaine.

Blaine stepped into his house, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. He took it out to find a text from Kurt. He opened it, and with each word his stomach knotted a little tighter. Jacob told. School called parents.K

Blaine shut his eyes tight, trying to figure out a plan, but he heard close footsteps and opened them. His mother was standing in front of him. He looked at her while she seemed to be struggling for words. Finally, she spoke "the school called, and—"

"I know." Blaine said glumly.

She nodded. "Your father answered it." Blaine cursed inwardly, despite the fact that he expected it. How could it happen any other way? But, he did count himself lucky that it was his mom to break the news to him instead.

Blaine spoke quietly. "It was a lie-"

"Oh, honey, I don't even care." She moved forward and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around her, immeasurably grateful. His face rested against her shoulder as she held him close.

When they broke apart, Blaine voiced a question he wasn't sure he wanted the answer to. "How did he react?"

"Well…" He could tell she was trying to word it in a nice way, but Blaine gave her a look telling her to stop trying. "I think it would be best if you kept your distance from him for a while." Blaine let that sink in. It hurt.

Blaine nodded his thanks for her warning. He looked down, and when he brought his head up to look at his mom again, he saw she had tears in her eyes. "Mom, don't worry. It'll blow over." Though he didn't fully believe it, he felt a need to comfort his mom. Suddenly, he felt for her, and a question he wouldn't ask came to his mind. Why was she still married? This was the 21st century; women didn't need to stay in controlling relationships anymore.

She gave him a small smile, and said "I'm going to go make dinner. I'll bring you some." Blaine shook his head, about to say she didn't have to, but she turned and walked to the kitchen. Blaine began the ascent up the stairs to his room, and was struck with a thought. What if she wasn't leaving because of him? He sunk down on his bed, head resting against the wall, unable to shake the feelings of guilt that had just washed over him.

His phone buzzed once again from his pocket, and once again it was from Kurt. Are you alright? –K

Blaine stared at the text for a minute, before calling Kurt's number and telling him everything.

Blaine and Kurt stood next to each other, with the rest of New Directions backstage in the gym where the pep rally was being held. The girls were all dressed in color coordinated red shirts, while the guys wore black—the style varied depending on who the shirts adorned—and they were all wearing jeans.

They were on in a few minutes, and Blaine's nerves were finally getting to him. It wasn't the fact that they were performing in front of an audience that had him nervous, and it wasn't the students. It was the teachers; the last thing he needed was for his parents to get another call from home for performing an inappropriate song in front of the whole school. As he looked around, it seemed as though he wasn't the only one feeling that way.

Kurt, however, was one of the members who looked calm, and actually somewhat happy. "Are you excited for this?" Blaine asked him curiously. They had only run through the performance with the whole group twice, and neither of those times had they gone all out with their dancing, having been told to save it for the actual performance.

Kurt smiled. "Surprisingly, yes. Taking risks is second nature for performers. And I can't wait to see how it will turn out."

They could hear principal Figgins' voice introducing them through a microphone. Puck gestured for Blaine to go take his place, as he was the only one to start on stage. He took deep breaths while walking alone towards the mic. This was it. Show time. He put whatever concerns he had away; it was too late to change anything, anyway. He had his mind set on giving the best performance he could. The curtains rose, though the lights were still off so he couldn't be seen. He grabbed the microphone stand, getting ready. Looking to the side, he saw Derek with the rest of the band; he nodded to them. The drum player put his hands in the air to give everyone a starting count. And all at the same time, the stage lights turned on, the band started to play, and Blaine started singing the beginning of "Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes off." A second later, the girls and Kurt would come on to the stage singing the background part which was the beginning of "S&M"

Is it still me that makes you sweat?

Am I who you think about in bed?

When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?

He could see everyone, the whole school, clearly as he sang, but he tried not to focus on their reactions. He sang with intent, one hand gripping the microphone stand while he ran the other down it. He could almost feel the shock from his audience as if it was bounding off the walls and hitting him from a million different directions.

Kurt, from where he was standing, couldn't take his eyes off his boyfriend, and he couldn't even see his face. Blaine's ability to be sexy on cue was something that he had gone from envying to loving so quickly. That was partly why, despite already knowing the choreography, he became extremely jealous when Santana came forward, singing while pulling the front of Blaine's shirt towards her, and dancing with him.

Feels so good being bad (Oh oh oh oh oh)

There's no way I'm turning back (Oh oh oh oh oh)

Now the pain is my pleasure cause nothing could measure (Oh oh oh oh oh)

That was when the rest of the school had apparently gotten over their initial shock of the performance. Many were cheering; there were a few shouts too, but most were too indistinct to make out. Blaine was alternating between singing to the audience and to Santana, acting as though he wanted nothing else. It was pretty believable.

I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better –

Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me

Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of

Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat

No, no, no, you know it will always just be me

The rest of the boys were on stage by now, and had paired up with one of the girls to dance with. Blaine was still with Santana, and for a moment almost forgot he had to keep singing. It was a bit awkward—especially she ran her hand down his chest, but he went with it, putting a hand on the small of her back and pulling her close. Kurt was paired up with Brittany for now, and he almost wanted to laugh at the enthusiasm shown on her face.

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster!

Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it

Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But chains and whips excite me

It was Rachel who sang the first part of the girls' chorus, her and Finn reenacting their moves from "Push It." Santana and Blaine moved back out of the spotlight next to where Kurt and Brittany were, the four of them becoming a larger group.

Kurt waited until his part of the song came. He winked at Blaine, driving the other boy insane. He stepped forward to sing, accompanied by Tina and Mercedes whose voices joined his after a couple of lines. As Lauren had taught him, he kept his dance moves as subtle as possible, while still making them obvious. He focused on facial expressions, confidence in his every feature. He couldn't help himself, though, from adding some shoulder and hip movements, but as far as his boyfriend was concerned, it was perfect.

Oh, I love the feeling you bring to me, oh, you turn me on

It's exactly what I've been yearning for, give it to me strong

And meet me in my boudoir, make my body say ah ah ah

I like it-like it

The three of them stepped back to join the group while Puck sang the male vocals for a verse. During this particular part of the song, they were paired up again. This time Brittany and Santana were paired with each other, and likewise with Kurt and Blaine. The choreography had them completely against each other for more than was probably socially acceptable. They had to be singing the background harmonies, but Blaine's voice would flicker in and out with his concentration. He seriously admired Kurt for how he could stay so much in focus—and for his dancing.

Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it

Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But chains and whips excite me

The whole club was singing in unity once again, executing choreography that had them moving across the stage. Mike and Brittany had stepped forward and were demonstrating their far superior dance moves. The crowd of students was also becoming louder, though Kurt was expecting as such.

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster!

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,

Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,

Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

Blaine stepped forward again to finish the song like it had started; Kurt and the girls singing the background part of "S&M." Blaine sang, trying to think of anything but the bulge that was growing in his pants that was anything but professional in any sense of the word. He hoped it wasn't noticeable, although he wouldn't put it above his schoolmates to be above looking there. One girl's yell rose distinctly above the others "I'm in love with a gay man!" He cringed on the inside at that one, thinking of the fact that he only had a few more lines left before he could run off this stage and leave it behind him.

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls

Dance to this beat

And hold a lover close

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster

When he finished singing, he dropped his head to the side, hand on the microphone stand until the lights on the stage went off, and the gymnasium erupted in applause and cheers. Blaine turned around to see Puck grinning madly, giving him two thumbs up. Blaine smiled—though it looked more like a grimace—and took off walking towards the doors behind the stage. Kurt met up with him, trying not to think about the bit of a problem he had in his own pants. The two of them continued walking until they were outside, unsure of what was actually about to happen.

Blaine leaned against the wall of the school building, breathing in the fresh air. The last few minutes had been insane. His head was spinning, and he was trying to look anywhere besides the boy standing next to him, who was also sweating, and who he could see through the corner of his eye that he was looking at him. Kurt didn't really know what to do. As much as he wanted to passionately kiss the boy next to him, he reframed, knowing that this was this was definitely not the time or place, and that if he started anything now, the chances of stopping in time were pretty slim. So when Blaine sunk down to a sitting position, he mirrored him, and the two of them sat in silence, calming themselves down.

In a few minutes, Blaine was feeling so much better and under control. His laugh broke the silence, and Kurt looked over at him with an amused look on his face. Why was he laughing? "What just happened?" Blaine got out, and then the two of them laughed harder.

"I don't even know." Kurt grinned.

The two of them walked back inside, and after a bit of searching, found the rest of the glee club back in the choir room. When they walked in, the room got silent with all of the attention on them. Kurt's brows furrowed. "Yes?"

Puck actually laughed out loud, and Rachel rolled her eyes at him. Finally, Puck explained. "Woah! You guys are fast!" This caused both Kurt and Blaine's mouths to drop, while their faces turned red.

They immediately started fighting it, stuttering but desperately trying to make it clear that they did nothing worth talking about in their few minutes of absence. "No, no no no.—It wasn't—honestly!" Puck rolled his eyes, but he gave Blaine a look as to say "you still have time."

It was raining hard when soccer and cheerleading practice were over. Kurt drove Blaine back to his house, where Blaine's car was parked, as usual. Blaine was planning on leaving for his house as soon as he got back; he was beginning to feel embarrassed about earlier, and he also didn't want to give his parents any other reason to distrust him. But when the two of them stepped out of the car, Carole came running out to them, ushering them quickly into the house. "There are severe thunderstorm warnings all night. I can't let you drive home in this." Though he didn't know how long he would be here, he had to agree.

After dinner, the storms were still raging. Rain was pounding against the windows, and thunder and lightning cracked continuously. Kurt and Blaine were both sitting on Kurt's bed, as they had done many times before. Kurt smirked when he remembered having Blaine below him on this bed earlier that week, and he suddenly had the courage to bring up the thing that had been on his mind. "Blaine…?"

Blaine noticed the hesitancy in Kurt's voice. "What is it?"

"Uhmm." Kurt stuttered. But he had started this conversation, and he didn't have a choice but to continue. "After the—events of the week, I've been thinking a-about.. things." He was torn between wanting to laugh and scream at himself for his inability to get the point across. Blaine gave him a look telling him to continue. "Do you.. Do you think.."

"Kurt, what are you getting at?"

Kurt looked Blaine in the eyes, and found that it was too embarrassing to continue doing so. He stared at the wall, and blurted out what was on his mind. "Do you think we should have sex?"

Blaine's mouth dropped open, but he honestly wasn't too surprised. He had, after all, been thinking the same thing. He thought about it more though. His mind was racing. He was trying to do the right thing here. "Uhm.." Now it was his turn to be awkward. "I feel like it shouldn't be a question of `should we…'" He was searching for the right words. "I think that—when the moment's right, and we're ready… we'll know?"

Kurt nodded. Leave it to Blaine to be the mature voice of reason. Though he was very relieved at Blaine's answer, he couldn't help but feel disappointed. Blaine caught on. "Hey. It's just—I don't want to mess anything up that we have between us." Kurt remembered those words. Blaine had spoken them at the Lima Bean when he said he wasn't ready for a relationship. They had eventually gone out, though.

"I get it." Kurt smiled, putting his hand over Blaine's. "Always the gentleman, you are." Blaine chuckled, while leaning his head against Kurt's shoulder.

There was a knock on Kurt's door, and after he yelled for whoever it was to come it, Burt opened the door. He walked in, and Kurt noticed he had a strange expression on his face, sort of like he was about to do something he really, really didn't want to. He cleared his throat awkwardly, before addressing Blaine. "Carole told me to tell you that the storm isn't going to let out any time soon, and that you're going to have to stay the night." As if to agree, a huge roll of thunder boomed outside. "We'll get out sheets to put on the couch downstairs." Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Thank you." He smiled in gratitude, as Burt nodded and left.

Blaine took out his cell phone, telling Kurt he had to call his parents. He dialed his mother's cell phone number, just to make sure it would be her to answer. She did, and he exhaled in relief. He told her where he was, and she understood and that was that. He said good-night, and hung up, leaning on Kurt's shoulder again.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, until Kurt spoke. "You know, I actually really like thunderstorms."

"Really?" Blaine didn't really have an opinion on them, just that they caused him to get stuck in places he doesn't mind getting stuck at.

"Yeah. Well, not being outside in them." He gestured to his perfectly done hair. "But I like listening to them. I find it kind of romantic." They listened to the rain hitting the roof and the ground outside, and the thunder still crackling.

"I never really thought of it that way before." Blaine said, though he was definitely beginning to change his mind. Suddenly, a crack of thunder louder than the others went off, and Blaine jumped. He laughed afterwards, while Kurt grinned at him and put his arm around him.

Blaine remembered the pep rally from earlier, and what Puck had said about how it was normal to do raunchy songs for the school. He needed Kurt's feedback. "Do the pep rallies at McKinley usually end up like that?"

Kurt chuckled. "You know, for some reason they usually do. It's just another thing to get used to, I guess."

"Oh.. And how many of those take place every year?" He didn't need to go through another one of those. He wanted to go back to Mr. Schue's weekly assignments

"Depends. It could be just the one, or up to three or four if the teachers want us to sing for an occasion."

Blaine groaned. "I hope there aren't any special occasions this year."

Kurt smirked, unable to help himself. "Oh, I don't know. I think I could stand some more. Especially if you're dancing again.." Blaine blushed madly at this, thinking despite himself, that maybe another one wouldn't be so bad after all.

Blaine had set up the sheets on the couch downstairs, and was trying to fall asleep when he heard light footfalls on the steps. He smiled to himself, knowing who it was. Kurt walked over to him, and laid next to him on the couch, his arm wrapped around Blaine, making him the little spoon.

"Couldn't sleep?" Blaine asked.

"Not with you all the way down here." Kurt responded, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's cheek. It was warm between them, and both were content with listening to only the sound of the other's slow breathing.

"I love you." Blaine said, wrapping his hand around Kurt's.

"I love you too." They fell asleep like that, Kurt only just managing to wake up when morning came around and run to his own bedroom before Burt saw them.

The next day at school, Blaine received a bit more attention than usual. A random guy he had never seen before approached him and held out his fist so Blaine could give him a "bro fist." A group of about three girls came up to him, demanding to know if he was positive he was gay, that maybe they could change his mind. "Yes, and no thanks." Blaine said, and walked as quickly as he could away from them. He was convinced that there was something wrong with the students at McKinley, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Both Kurt and Blaine had seen Jacob around. He kept an eye on then whenever he walked by them in the hall. They passed him in the cafeteria, and he had that same strange look; he would stare at them with his head turned slightly away, as if for some reason they wouldn't be able to notice. He looked like he was waiting for a bomb to go off. They were seriously wondering what the heck his problem was.

Finally, after their sports practices, Kurt and Blaine were walking down the empty hallway, and they found him again. "Jacob! What do you want?" Kurt asked, irritated.

The boy spoke in his nasally voice. "I don't think I know anymore."

Kurt raised his eyebrows, making a face. "Well, alright. We'll just be going and if you could stop following us it would be greatly appreciated." He grabbed Blaine's hand, and dragged him towards the door.

"You should really keep your private times private." He called after Kurt and Blaine, who turned around.


"I don't speak only for myself. I'm sure that others have a fear of walking in on you two doing it." Blaine's eyes kept getting wider. Really?

"You have a fear of that?" Kurt asked, a plan, however sick, was suddenly forming in his mind.

Perhaps it was the smug, scary look on Kurt's face that made Jacob pale. Perhaps he figured out what Kurt was thinking. Jacob shook his head quickly but it was too late. Kurt Hummel had been planning revenge already, but he had just needed to find the right way. Who knew it would be this easy? He laughed, one that sounded particularly more evil than his usual.

He turned towards Blaine, looking back for a second to give Jacob a look and then completely ignored him. Blaine had been watching the conversation, and figured out what Kurt was thinking a second before it happened. He didn't stop it, though, when Kurt grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him close, Kurt's lips pressing against his own.

It only took them about five seconds, and a dramatic moan from Kurt that could be heard from between them, before Jacob took off running in the other direction. Kurt had a feeling that Jacob wouldn't go tattling again, not when they knew just how to get him back. When they pulled apart, Blaine asked "did you just kiss me to scare somebody?"

"Come on, don't think of it like that. Think of it as.. well yeah.." Kurt blushed. "But I would have kissed you anyway."

"Oh. Well then it's perfectly okay. You're forgiven." Blaine said playfully. The couple looked at each other for about three seconds before their lips found each other's once again.

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