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"No you pick the movie this time Kurt! You always let me choose!" Blaine whined loudly as he snuggled down into Kurt's grip. He let his nose streak over Kurt's neck slowly, placing chaste kisses along his way.

"Fine. But you must cuddle with me the entire movie instead!" Kurt insisted.

"As if I would let it be another way." Blaine responded while smiling widely.

Kurt got up from the couch and made his way over to the collection of movies, searching for just the right movie for the night. He felt Blaine's eyes watching his every move and smiled as he found the perfect movie. He picked it up and took out the disc, putting it in the dvd-player before returning to his love on the couch.

"So… What are we watching?" He asked while pulling Kurt down so he sat right next to him, almost on him.

"Oh!" Kurt gasped as he landed, his arms clutching around Blaine in fear of falling as he was quite clumsy and easily fell. Once calm and sure not to fall he answered Blaines question smiling slyly. "You'll have to find out when it starts."

Blaine really hated surprises, so he pouted his lips and looked at Kurt with big puppydog-eyes, but Kurt refused to look at him and focused on turning on the movie, knowing that he'd fall for the eyes if he looked, so Blaine slumped down and sulked leaning down his head on the back of the couch. Kurt noticed and leaned over and kissed his cheek, his temple, his forehead, eyes, nose and lastly his mouth. This always made Blaine cheer up, and today was no exception. In a heartbeat Blaine went from grumpy to over the top happy, reaching his hands around Kurt and pulling him even closer, kissing him back frantically.

After a while Kurt leaned away, a grin spreading across his face. "Weren't we supposed to watch a movie?"


He couldn't believe it. Kurt wanted to watch burlesque, and even though it is a very good movie, it is absolutely horrible to watch with Kurt lying with his head practically right on his crotch. He had spent the entire movie calming himself down, trying not to imagine Kurt doing every single one of those dances, which would inevitably cause a very embarrassing moment. It was hard, no, that didn't even begin to cover it, as it was an extremely hard thing to do. He kept seeing glimpses of Kurt dancing here and there throughout the entire movie, doing the same moves as the dancers in the movie did, but he managed to fight the images of the sexy boy away each time.

In a final attempt to keep his thoughts from straying to the dancing boy he started to rub circles onto Kurt's hands, not watching the last forty-five minutes of the movie at all. But he could hear the music playing, so he knew exactly how they were dancing anyway, so he had an equally ghastly time even not eyeing the pictures on the screen. No matter what he did he always went back to Kurt doing truly astonishing dance moves.

In his mind he saw how Kurt bent down really seductively, pushing his hips out, creating all sorts of beautiful curves all over his perfect body. He saw him doing high kicks, splits, he saw him dragging himself over the floor towards himself, and at all-time having a seducing expression on his face. He just wanted to lean down and kiss him anxiously, until he could no more. But he didn't. He knew how much Kurt loved this movie. He didn't want to disturb him.

As the final song came up he somewhat began to calm down again, happy that he made it through the entire movie without getting a hard-on. But just as Cristina finished her first few bars he felt Kurt moving slightly beside him, and before he knew it Kurt was standing in front of him, smiling cunningly at him.

He just watched as Kurt began to dance, along with the dancers in the movie, and it was all too sexy to be just one of Blaine's dreams, so he figured it to actually be reality. But even so, he had to pinch himself, and yeah it hurt, to really know for sure. But he doesn't trust the pain at all, or his mind.

With his mouth open, surely, and his eyes fixated on Kurt's body, he watched the boy do the most vigorous, and epically hot, dance number ever. And if it wasn't just enough watching him dance, he joined in singing with Christina when she began belting out the words again.

"She goin' through the club looking for a good time

Gonna make that, shake that money on a dime

Don't need a sugar daddy, she can work it out just fine

Up on the table, she'll be dancing all night

Yeah, baby doll just comes alive

Under the spotlight, all the girls wanna fall in line"

Blaine doesn't have a clue how he could stop watching Kurt right now. His eyes are practically glued at the boy, and he can't even blink, afraid that it is all just a dream.

"Say, hey, here come the ladies 'bout to give a little show

Hey, here go the boozie, gonna show a little more

Hit it up, get it up, won't let you rest

Hit it up, get it up, this is not a test

Hit it up, get it up, gotta give me your best

So get your ass up, show me how you burlesque

Hit it up, get it up, won't let you rest

Hit it up, get it up, this is not a test

Hit it up, get it up, gotta give me your best

So get your ass up, show me how you burlesque"

Kurt had begun moving just like the dancers did in the movie, mimicking their every move perfectly, and he was certain that his boyfriend were thousands of times better than them at the number. A little thought in his mind wondered how many times Kurt had actually practiced this routine, but he didn't follow it through, way too busy eyeballing the glorious man in front of him.

"A little bit of naughty is a little bit nice

She's a whole lot of glam, sweat, sugar, sex, spice

Just shimmy, shimmy, strut, strut, give a little what, what

Up on the tables, we'll be dancing all night

Yeah, everybody just comes to life

Under the spotlight, all the boys wanna fall behind

We say, hey, here come the ladies 'bout to give a little show

Hey, here go the boozie, gonna show a little more"

Blaine was a hundred percent positive that Kurt sang milestones better than the Christina girl. She became bland compared to this God, moving, prancing, strutting, dancing like his life depended on it. He could feel Kurt's eyes upon him, and he caught them, watching the boy staring into his own eyes.

"Hit it up, get it up, won't let you rest

Hit it up, get it up, this is not a test

Hit it up, get it up, gotta give me your best

So get your ass up, show me how you burlesque"

He felt that his pants had become quite tighter since Kurt left the couch and he just wanted to kiss him, give the boy all of his love. He couldn't take it anymore, couldn't just watch anymore, he had to do something. So he stood up and quickly moved up to the taller boy.

"Hit it up, get it up, won't let you…"

Blaine smashed his lips against Kurt's wonderful mouth, draining away all the words that were still left of the song. He let his tongue whisk over the countertenors bottom lip, asking for permission to enter, and receiving it. Their tongues played with each other like long lost lovers, never wanting to part again.

Blaine picked up Kurt easily by his waist and carried him back to the couch, Kurt holding his hands tightly around his own neck, and putting him down gently against the soft cushions. He let his hands remain by the boy's waist even after he lay safely beneath him, but only for a moment, before he reached up to stroke his chest…