Betad by: LuigiMc1997

HELP!

Is it possible to snow in March in New York?

Readers from France, correct my FRENCH please. Thanks GoForthandLive for editing my French!

Its hot.

The heat of the body-

No, wait... its not heat, its warmth.

Yup... yeah... Definitely warmth.

Oh... Ive missed this... I miss the feeling of a body press up against mine.

Ive missed how I skim my fingers over his stomach, gently playing with the hair below his belly button. Oh! How it turns me on to know that my man is beautifully groomed everywhere, especially DOWN THERE.

I slowly drag my fingers downwards, nails slightly scraping his skin until I reached the top of his waistband. But I wont go down any further; my fingers lay against his skin, tracing unrecognizable pattern-teasing until he begs.

"Kurt..."

Success!

I love how my partner whimpers, trembling from my touch.

I smile, but I wont comply with his wish. I like how I can torment him with just the touch of my fingertips.

Its all about the teasing, and not the pleasing, after all.

"Please..."

But then again, how can I say no to that delightful voice? Slowly, very slowly, I pressed my chest against his back more, lowering my head towards his neck. For a moment, my mouth just stays there-Open, salivating at the taste of his skin against the tip of my tongue.

Little bit salty because of the sweat, but delicious. Always delicious. My mouth waters, wanting to tease him more, but even I has its limit. So I take a bite of the flesh that had been enticing me.

I bit and bit, sucking the skin away from the flesh, trying to detach it so it could just stay in my mouth forever, but alas, it cannot be done.

"More..."

I heard him again, and this time, I granted his wish.

I dip my fingers inside his boxers, but not all the way, still above, but giving him a little pressure this time. Not wanting him to come immediately, just keep on teasing him.

I stopped sucking on that part of his skin; I can feel it wrinkling against my tongue, so I move. I move upwards until I reach his ear.

I licked the inside of his ear, sucked on his earlobe-concentrating how I can make him come without even touching him.

I sucked his skin like its a battle I cant lose, but Im a human. I needed air.

So I relinquished my defeat by breathing his scent.

Oh... that scent that quickly sends blood towards my dick... that manly scent of mint mixed with strawberry-

Wait! Strawberry!?

The scent was familiar, but I cant pinpoint who owns it. Who wears strawberry-scented perfume?

"Why did you stop?"

And its like a bucket of ice cold water was thrown over Kurts body, waking him from his beautiful wet dream, but at the same time, completely freezing his movement.

He knew that voice. He remembered the owner of the voice and the strawberry-scented perfume made sense now. But again, it wasnt a perfume. Its the smell of the hair gel. And Kurt only knew one person who wore that ridiculously amount of hair gel that even if that person washed it off for bed, the scent remained still. It was the same fragrance he smelled last night before sleep overtook him.

That strawberry aroma was emanating from Blaine.

Kurt immediately opened his eyes; it took a few seconds for him to adjust from the blinding light that surfaced from the patio window. And when Kurt regained his full sight, from his sleepy eyes, he recoiled his whole body from pressing against the shorter mans behind, backing away until he was on the edge of the bed; he sat up against the headboard and reached for the blanket pooled on the bottom of the bed to cover his half-hard dick.

"Fuck," Kurt cursed loudly, holding his right hand with his left, which had been inside Blaines boxers, thankfully, not touching his dick yet. "Fuck! Fuck Fuckity Fuck!"

"Hey... Why did you stop man?" Blaine complained as he rolled from his side and glanced up to Kurt from his lying position. "I was just about to..." he finished his sentence by thrusting his hips upward, grinning like an idiot.

"What the fuck, Anderson? What is wrong with you?" Kurt shouted at him, frustrated and annoyed. "How many times should I say that I will never be part of your slut collection!"

"Why are you yelling at me?!" Blaine shouted back, he quickly knelt on his bed and faced Kurt who was still blushing despite the anger emitting from him.

"Coz Ive never felt less like being intimate with someone. And its either you cant tell or you just dont care."

"I dont care?" Blaine asked incredulously. "Ive always respected your space ever since the blind date fiasco! Yes, I tease and flirt with you, but I always back off if I feel youre uncomfortable. So dont tell me that I dont care because I do!"

Blaine, with a hateful force, tossed that blanket to uncover his legs, and got up angrily.

"And for the record, Mr. Einstein, you were the one who was touching me and not the other way around!"

Kurt then realized his mistake. He was the one who moved, maybe during his sleep, towards Blaine and pressed his body against him. He was the one who was having the dirty dream with a faceless man, and he was the one reenacting it with Blaine.

Kurt shouldnt have been angry at Blaine; he shouldnt have yelled at him and accused him of such because he was the one who was wrong. He should have felt relieved that Blaine didnt react negatively at him for his actions-Blaine didnt hit him or sue him for sexual assault. He was practically molesting and preying on a straight guy; he should have considered himself lucky because Blaine was actually enjoying it and not being disgusted by his actions.

"Where... Where are you going?" Kurt asked, ashamedly, instead of apologizing when he saw Blaine strut towards the door that separates Blaines room from the others.

"Looking for someone to add to my SLUT COLLECTION!" Blaine screamed, air quoting Kurts words, before slamming the door behind him, making Kurt cringe at the loud slam that echoed after the hurt mans outburst.

Now, Kurt just felt guilty.

Kurt and Blaine was supposed to go shopping together after eating breakfast, but because of the tension that was built between them, Kurt didnt dare ask Blaine to accompany him. He was contemplating to just go by himself when Blaine emerged from the bedroom door carrying a stack of clothes and placed it on the free space on the bed beside Kurt.

"These are mine and my friends. If nothing fits you, well go to the mall," Blaine said without looking at Kurt.

"Thanks..." Kurt mumbled, he doesnt really care now about his outfit for the party later. He was actually glad for the borrowed clothes since he wont need to buy anything expensive, but a little sad since he knew that this was Blaines way of avoiding to be alone with him.

"You know... I could stay here if you dont want me to go," Kurt suggested.

"No," Blaine slowly shook his head. "My grandparents will be suspicious about us."

Kurt nodded, understanding that even if they were not at par with each other, they still would have to act as a couple in front of Blaines grandparents. "Blaine, I-"

"Ill wait for you downstairs," Blaine said before disappearing again, and left Kurt alone to try the clothes he left for him.

Kurt couldnt count with his fingers the amount of time he was trapped in an awkward situation ever since he becomes Blaines boyfriend.

Yesterdays dinner...

His talk with Blaines grandmother, okay that wasnt awkward, its more of.... embarrassing.

Eating breakfast...

Even the short walk from Blaines room to the garage was awkward.

Fine, Kurt doesnt have the right to complain since this time, he caused the strain between him and Blaine. He caused the uncomfortable atmosphere inside the limousine which they were riding to go to the house where the Annual Hamptons White Party was being hosted.

Richard and Lory were on the back seat while Kurt and Blaine took the sideway seat. The fight between the young couple was obvious since Blaine made sure that there was a gap between their seats and if them not teaching each other was not obvious enough that the two was at war, then the deafening silence inside the vehicle would be of a clear indication.

Lory cant stand anymore the suffocating silence between the two. It had just been last night that the two was mauling each other-well, thats what her eyes had seen and because of the hickey which was not completely hidden under Blaines collar-and now the two had been very distant with each other.

Wait no, Blaine was being distant.

Lory observed that every time Kurt moved closer to his grandson, Blaine would shuffle away from him. And it was Kurt, who kept glancing sideways at Blaine, but his grandson wont budge, he kept ignoring the pale boy beside him, staring straightly at the window across them.

"Blaine, quel est le problème?"(Blaine, whats wrong?) Lory asked Blaine because she was curious, and well because, he pitied the pale boy. She knew that Blaine has a stubborn streak. It was only occasionally, but its hard to talk to Blaine once he had his tantrum. Tantrum wasnt the best word to describe it because Blaine will only ignore you, not wail around like a 5-year old child, if you really hurt him. And if Lory guessed right, Kurt might have done or said something wrong towards Blaine.

"Ce nest rien, Mamie." (Its nothing, Grandma)Blaine said and it gave him the opportunity to avoid Kurts insistence by twisting his head toward his grandparents.

"Était-ce quelque chose au sujet de vos parents?" (Was it something about your parents?) Lory carefully asked. Blaines deceased parents were a really touchy subject for him, so they avoid it as much as possible if Blaine was within earshot. She guessed that Kurt might have mentioned them to him, thats why Blaine was being like this right now.

"Non! Quoi? Non non non," (no! what? no no no) Blaine frantically shook his head "Une bagarre de couple." (Just a stupid couple fight.)

Lory was relieved at that and with a glance with her husband, they felt the same way. They never really learned how to handle Blaine when it was concerned the death of their son and daughter-in-law.

"Il suffit de me dire sil vous blesser, daccord? Nous recrutons un peloton dexécution pour lui. " (Just tell me if he hurt you, okay? Well hire a firing squad for him.) Richard jabbed and it worked since it made Blaine smile.

"Cesser de menacer petit amisil vous plaît. Cétait juste un combat stupide. Je men remettrai plus tard," (Stop threatening my boyfriend please. It was just a stupid fight. Ill get over it later.) Blaine smiled at his grandparents attempt to lift his spirits up.

"Je vous remercie de votre soin de pour votre petit fils, Monsieeur Anderson, mais il ny a pas besoin daller à une telle mesure," (I appreciate your care about your grandson, Mr. Anderson, but theres no need to go to such extent.) A high pitch voice next to Blaine had said, voice confident but at the same time unsure.

"You speak French?!" Blaine asked surprised and for the first time after their fight earlier that morning, he looked back at Kurt.

"If I would have known that me speaking French would make My Blaine look at me again, I wouldve done it a long time ago," Kurt smiled at him, taking a little courage to move closer to him, and thankfully this time, Blaine didnt move away from him. "And yes, I speak French. My mother was half-French. She taught me that language when I was young."

"Oh... now this is awkward. I thought you cant understand French," Richard said, scratching the back of his neck while he glared at his wife who was muffling her laughter with her handkerchief. He then looked at his grandsons boyfriend. "Kurt... uhmm... that was just a joke. Dont take it to heart, kiddo."

"I know, sir," Kurt gave him a grateful look. "I should actually be grateful for that since it made My Blaine talk to me again."

Richard and Lory watched the blush on their grandsons face grew as Kurt moved towards Blaine and held his hand. It was a new and refreshing scene for them to see Blaine flustered with a guy. Or rather, Blaine with somebody, period.

Blaine didnt know why he let Kurt hold his hand, was it because he was impressed that Kurt knows how to speak French, or was it because he felt giddy every time Kurt called him My Blaine?

Gay or not, Richard knew that he made the right decision for accepting Kurt to be part of Blaines life. "None of that sir, Kid. Just call me grandpre," Richard decided because he knew that the kid will be with Blaine for a very long time. "Now come on My Lory..." Richard said to tease the young couple and then extended his hand towards his wife when the car stopped at a Glass house by the sea shore.

Kurt was flabbergasted, speechless. He was too enamored to the fact that Richard had asked to call him grandpere instead of Mr Anderson or just Richard that he didnt realize that Blaines grandfather was teasing them about the nickname that he called Blaine. Its like he had skipped a whole three steps to reach his goal; a goal that he didnt even know he was trying to achieve.

He didnt even realize that the older couple had exited the car, not until a hand had tapped his own, pulling him from his joyful puff.

"My Kurt?" Blaine asked, opening his palm as an indication for Kurt to take, glancing at his fake boyfriend under his eyelashes.

When Kurt can properly see those shiny hazel orbs that had been avoiding his gaze earlier, Kurt swore that hed never complain for all the staring that he and Blaine had been repetitively doing. He had never wanted for these eyes to evade his again.

Kurt interlaced their fingers and made a genuine smile, "My Blaine."

"Do you really want to introduce me as your boyfriend?" Kurt asked unsurely. He still doesnt comprehend how Blaine was alright with this arrangement... being gay. Wasnt this a social suicide for Blaine to be gay, or in this case, pretend to be gay?

Most gay people hide in the closet, afraid of whom they were... afraid of peoples rejection. But here Blaine was, freaking adorable and gullible, fuzzy ball full of energy, making Kurt feel that no one should be afraid of who they are.

"Well, I cant introduce you as my girlfriend, can I?" Blaine smirked, looked at him sideways as he guides Kurt through the crowd of people in pure white clothing. "Because If I do that, Ill have bruises on-oomph!"

"Ouch! You see what I mean?" Blaine grumbled as Kurt playfully jabbed Blaines ribs with his elbows. "You were a very violent person, Kurt Hummel."

"Thank you, kind sir," Kurt said sarcastically and teasingly smiled at him. "I mean, werent you afraid of... I dont know being judge for being gay?"

"Where are we, the 19th century?" Blaine asked incredulously as he found a spot on the terrace-half-glass wall that elevate from the third floor that overlooks the patio where most of the people were mingling-and guided Kurt to it. "Were already in the 21st century. Yeah... there are still people who are against them, and besides, the worst thing that can happen to me is to be part of another gay bashing."

"You werent afraid that while walking home, you will suddenly be grabbed from behind and get beaten up for being gay?" Kurt asked in a hush tone, leaning a little closer to Blaines right ear.

"I dont walk home," Blaine shrugged as Kurt rolled his eyes. "And besides, I only need to pretend gay for a month; I dont think something bad will happen to me during these few weeks, and I already got my fair share of gay bashing when I got you as my boyfriend."

"Excuse me? I never abused you!" Kurt huffed unbelievingly, shoving his boyfriends shoulder. He may be a little forceful with his actions nowadays, shoving Blaine here and there, stepping on his foot, throwing pillow at his face, jabbing his ribs-okay he may be a little abusive but in a playful nature. Good thing he had put the seventh condition in their contract-Kurts job wont be affected by their pretention as boyfriends-or else, he wouldve been long fired from being Blaines PA.

"Then how would you explain this?" Blaine pulled his collar away from his neck, smirking as he exposed the dark mark that Kurt had made that morning. "If that wasnt abuse, then I dont know how you define it."

"Its abuse if you dont want it, and I didnt hear you complaining earlier," Kurt said seductively. He simpered when Blaine shivered as he lifted his fingers and lightly graze his nails on the dark spot.

"Fuck..." Blaine breathlessly, closing his eyes as he remembered being touch by Kurt earlier. Good thing they were in the farthest corner, covered by long potted plants from behind, and their only audience in front was the people downstairs, hopefully too far to distinguish what they were doing on the veranda.

"You see, thats what I cant get about you," Kurts voice made Blaine slid down from his cloud nine. "You claim that you were straight, but you always get a hard on every time I touch you."

"So?"

"Im a man, remember? I dont have the same appendages as women have."

"Im fully aware."

"But you still want to make out with me?"

"A mouth is a mouth, same as with your hands. I dont think I have a chance to get it elsewhere other than with you."

Kurt knew he should be offended by Blaines statement, but he wasnt. Kurt knew that Blaine was just being honest and should always remember that they were just acting. No emotional feeling should be attached.

"But what will happen after our act is finished; wont girls avoid you because they think you are gay?"

"You dont believe in my sexual prowess? No one can avoid Blaine Anderson; they will actually be fighting and crawling for me once they found out that I, again, play for their team. Youve really underestimated me, Hummel." Blaine tried seducing Kurt but to no avail, Kurt had been immune by his advantages-Thank years of gay bar hopping.

"You need to get me drunk before even doing anything again," Kurt raised his eyebrow, sneering at Blaines failed attempt in seduction.

"Ill be back in a minute," Blaine smiled as he excused himself to get drinks for him and Kurt.

"Blaine, wait!" Kurt grabbed Blaines elbow before the shorter man could even take a step away from him. "Im sorry for what I said to you this morning. I didnt mean it... I... I was just surprised that-mmph"

Blaine heard what he needed to hear and thats enough, so he silenced Kurts rambling with his lips. At first he panicked since he felt Kurts body tense against his, but he relaxed when he felt Kurts lips move against his and quickly went for the kill. Blaine twisted his head to the other side, grabbing Kurts face to pull him harder, opening his mouth so he could slide their lips in between and pushed his tongue inside Kurts awaiting mouth.

They made out for over a minute, battling each other for dominance as they slid their tongues against each others, before Blaine parted their lips and then lean again towards Kurts ear to whisper haughtily, "Now were even." Then he backed away whilst still looking at Kurts dazed expression. He only turned around when he saw Kurt grinned, shook his head unbelievably and rolled those shiny orbs that somehow made Blaine feel how naughty he was.

Kurt was in the same spot, leaning down to observe how rich people interact with one another, when he heard a new voice whispered against his ear.

"Too fake, isnt it?" Kurt whipped his head to his right side when a voice disrupted the comfortable silence he had been enjoying.

"Excuse me?"

"Them?" The stranger jestered his left hand to the people below them. "The way they interact with people was too fake to not notice."

Kurt squinted his eyes, observed the man before agreeing with him. "Yeah... you could say that," he said in a clip tone and turned back to people watch, trying to show that he wasnt interested in talking to him, but the man was either thick-headed or dumb for starting a conversation with Kurt again.

"Why are you here alone? Were you bored with all the preppies around here? Or was it that you broke too many hearts to stay?"

"Im sorry I didnt hear you, I was distracted by your giant horse teeth," Kurt insulted him, now properly facing the stranger, who was unashamedly checking him out.

"And your whole Sassy Bitch thing? Super hot," Sebastian retorted as he stepped a little closer to Kurt.

"I have a boyfriend," Kurt blurted out and refused to back down from Sebastians advances. Hes a Hummel. No one pushes the Hummel around.

"Doesnt bother me if it doesnt bother you."

"Well it does bother me," a voice behind Sebastian called, striding forward with two Martini glass in his hand. He gave the glass in his left to Kurt and quickly grabbed Kurts hips possessively pressing him against his side, whilst glaring at the Meerkat in front of him. "Its suddenly hot in here. Dont you think so," he stage whispered and purposefully unbuttoned his white polo shirt to fully expose the dark hickey that Kurt had given him earlier.

"Nice, strawberry tat," Sebastian ignored Blaines effort in showing his possessiveness over the beautiful boy in front of him.

"Are all the guys here gay?" Kurt whispered to Blaine as he swiveled the olive-toothpick with his forefinger.

"No..." Sebastian answered for Blaine. "I mean, I am and apparently Blaine Anderson here, playboy and womanizer, has now joined the club." He checked out Kurts body again, slower this time and he licked his lips before looking back at Kurt. "The rumors were right about the guy who had made Blaine sworn to monogamy. But I cant blame you, Anderson, if you have that piece of meat hanging around, I would probably do the same. I was like, I dont know who this Kurt guy was, but apparently hes sex on a stick."

"I dont like you." Blaine whipped.

"Fun... I dont like you either," Sebastian retorted at Blaine.

"I dont like the way you talk to my boyfriend, I dont like your smirky little meerkat face, I dont like your obnoxious CW hair. Im on to you, Sebastian."

"Lets get a few things straight," Sebastian smirked at his double implication. "Kurts too good for you... Odds were by the end of the night, Ill have Kurt and his ass, and youll only be left with your right hand, crawling back to the closet."

Blaine was fuming with anger; his hands were balled up into fist. He wouldve already punch Sebastian, if it werent for Kurt who had gotten in between them, blocking him from hitting Sebastian in the face.

"Unless you want to be in prison, thats probably not the best idea," Sebastian continued when he saw Blaines fist. "You should remember that my dad was sorta what youd call a States attorney. But, if you had any gel you wanted to deliver, I could make sure that it got to you," Sebastian wasnt still finished provoking Blaine to be angrier.

"Get out of here, Sebastian!" Kurt warned as he felt the anger from his back, radiating from Blaine. Fuck! I cant wait when I can finally enjoy an evening without all these drama!

"Ill go if you give me your number."

"For what?" Kurt asked as he reached out behind him, and tried calming Blaine with his own touch.

"Duh, the next time were all going out drinking, killer!" Sebastian said obviously, acting like nothing happened between him and Blaine.

Kurt rolled his eyes at Sebastian but relented to his wish, knowing full well that something scandalous will happen to Blaine if Seb stayed a little longer, so Kurt does not have any choice but to give his number to him.

"1-800-868-3407."

Sebastian fully remembered the number that the pale man had quickly rattled off. "1-800-868-3407, got it. You take care of that Warbler, Kurt," Sebastian finally said, winking and turned back from the couple, but without showing them his evil grin.

When Kurt was sure that Sebastian wont pop again, he turned back to Blaine, who despite Sebastian disappearance, was still in fury.

"Blaine?" Kurt tentatively touched Blaines cheeks, trying to divert his eyes from where Sebastian had been standing earlier to his own. "Babe?"

"I dont like him."

"I know. I dont like him, either." Kurt slowly give Blaines face little kisses all over his face when Blaine remained stoic to his touch. Kurt knew he needed to be more physical to really get Blaines attention.

"Then why did you give him his number?" He asked angrily, trying not to be bothered by Kurts lips on his neck.

"I didnt." He kissed Blaine when the spoiled brat only scoffed at him. "I promise. I only gave him random numbers. He wont bother me again."

Kurt pressed their lips together, slid his tongue inside Blaines as he rounded his arms around his neck. When he felt Blaine relaxed in their kiss, he smiled. He then parted their lips, but their foreheads were still pressed together. "Youre the only who takes my breath away. Sebastian doesnt mean anything."

Kurt didnt even know why he said that, but he thought that it will make Blaine less angry and it worked since he saw Blaine smile a little.

He pressed another peck on Blaines lip and tugged his hands. "Come on, lets enjoy this party. Dont let him get into your head."

"Okay," was Blaines breathless answer and grinned as he tugged Kurts hand in the other direction. "This way. I know a shortcut."

"Five," Blaine said out of the blue in the driver seat-thankfully his own Red Mistral sports car and not the rental car he was forced to use before. They had just arrived back in New York and were now currently driving Kurt back to his loft in Bushwick.

The Hamptons White Party was great. It was fun even if Kurt was trapped by the same pair of hands and body the whole night. After almost fighting with Sebastian, Blaine had never left him alone and blatantly introduced him as his boyfriend, even openly glaring at the boys and girls who gave Kurt double looks-which Blaine thought it was because Kurt was very attractive and that all the people in there wanted him; while Kurt thought that it was because he was the reason that Blaine, who was famous for his womanizing ways, was in a relationship and out of the closet.

Kurt really had a lot of fun, but theres an extent for him to interact with all these pretentious people-even though he was not so innocent in the lying department himself-and asked Blaine if they could go home, to which Blaine was happy to comply with.

"Huh?" Kurt asked from the passengers seat, yawning and stretching his arms up. The party was fun but it took all Kurts energy by the time they were preparing their journey back to the city, so the moment he had settled on the car seat comfortably, he had immediately fallen asleep.

"You called me five different nicknames even though you were so adamant that you dont like having pet names." Blaine turned on the final corner to get to their destination and parked the car in front of his boyfriends apartment building. "Youre such a hypocrite." He gave Kurt a playful glare.

"At least I dont have the possessive streak between the two of us," Kurt retorted and lifted his shirt and showed Blaine the shadow of a fingers-shape bruise starting on his hips. "You see that, Anderson?"

"Well, I like leaving my mark on you," Blaine protested indignantly, grinning at his artwork.

"Whatever, Anderson! And I- I do not give you that many nicknames?!"

"Really? Then what about... honey, babe, B, Anderson-"

"Thats not even a nickname."

"-and of course my personal favorite, My Blaine. I really like that." Blaine smirked, liking the red blush blooming from Kurts face. "Dont deny it Hummel, you like these nicknames no matter how much you denied them, Babe," Blaine added for emphasis as he stared at Kurts lips.

Kurt licked his lips unconsciously when he felt Blaines eyes on them. By this time, he had lowered his inhibitions in physical touch. There were no use in arguing Blaine about personal space-even though the shorter man pressed that he knew his limit was-the shorter man just dont understand the concept of it. So Kurt decided to just enjoy the perks of it while they were still together. But it wont extend that theyll have penetrative sex or any kind of sex for that matter. He promised that it was only limited to extreme making out, and no hands were permitted below the equator.

He was about to lean in and give Blaine a quick goodbye kiss, when he saw a movement from the side of his eye and unconsciously glanced towards it.

"Yogi..." Kurt suddenly whispered; his demeanor suddenly changed.

"Huh? I dont think you called me that one before," Blaine tried to remember when Kurt had called him that nickname before.

"You arent. Its my ex-boyfriends," Kurt said, looking in a distant where a big, hulky man was sitting on the steps of his building, back hunched over bent knees and arms folded together above it covering most of his face, illuminated by the yellow street light.

Kurt immediately exited the car, approached the man with a two feet distance between them and whispered, "Dave?"

The man immediately snapped his head up, looking for the source of the beautiful voice he had missed so much and when he was sure that it was really Kurt and not his imagination again, he jumped from his position, run towards him and hugged him fiercely.

"I missed you..." David said breathlessly and was about lean for a kiss and then suddenly he was lying on the ground. He blinked for a moment, trying to decipher what happened but it only made him confused more when he saw a stranger hovering him.

"Do not touch him."

Guest appearance by: Sebastian Smythe - Sorry, I cant help it. I need a Kurtbastian short fluff in this story.

Title Reference:

-Strawberries- innuendo for hickeys and Blaines hair gel

Story Outline:

-Anderson speaking French

Scenes Included:

-Were you wondering why there were no outline or scenes included? Because the scenes that were supposed in here was moved to the next chapter... this was actually just a filler... because I cant just jump to another scene without showing the characters development.. hihihi

Chapter Reference:

-Strawberry hair gel was what Britanny said when he was looking for Blaine and she cant smell that scent inside the choir room. Role you were born to play

-"Its all about the teasing, and not the pleasing - Celibacy clubs philosophy

-Touch of the fingertips - Klaine moment

-"intimate talk"- Klaine "FIRST TIME" fight (carpark scene)

-Kurtbastian scene in here was originallys Seblaine in canon, I just changed it because Glee really lacks Kurtbastian scenes...

-the number was from Colfer and Grants tweet about Rileys performance in DWTS. Hihi... I dont know the numbering system in USA. Sorry.

-Yogi was from Kurtofsky conversation in the gay bar.

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