You triflin, good for nothing type of brother

Oh silly me, why havent I found another

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Kurt smiled at Blaine as he left the dance studio. "Hi, Blaine."

"Hi. So, you got my text about meeting today?" Blaine felt a bit nervous. Hed arrived in time to watch the last ten minutes of the class, and Kurt looked amazing as ever. He really knew how to work his hips.

Toweling off and drinking some water, Kurt led them back to the office. "Yes. Sorry I didnt reply. Things got busy. But I have time now to talk."

"Would you like to get a smoothie at that place down the street? My treat." Blaine thought his question would be better outside the studio.

Kurt nodded. "Um, ok. Just give me ten minutes to shower and change. You can wait in the lobby."

Playing with his phone, Blaine tried to distract himself as he waited. He kept going over his speech in his head, and it still sounded strange.

Kurt appeared, in jeans, boots and a colorful scarf around his neck. It was the first time Blaine had seen him in street clothes, and he gave him an approving look.

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"So, do you have extra questions for the article?" Kurt sipped on his fruit-kale blend.

Shaking his head, Blaine swallowed his sip of mango-pineapple. "No, the article will be online tomorrow. Ill send you a link. This is about something personal."

Kurts face dropped, and he took on a shuttered expression. "Um, Blaine, Im flattered, but I kind of have a boyfriend already."

Smiling, Blaine shook his head at Kurt. "Oh, Im not trying to ask you out or anything. Well, I guess I am, but not in that way."

Kurt relaxed a bit, but was confused. "In what way, then?"

Realizing that he wasnt being too clear, Blaine took a deep breath and started again. "I, um, am attracted to a guy at work. But he only sees me as a co-worker, as a friend."

Kurt was still confused. "And how am I involved in any of this?" He arched an eyebrow at Blaine as he took another sip, mildly curious now.

Blaine bit his lip, and let out a big breath. "I want you to give me lessons, private lessons."

"Dance lessons?"

This was harder to describe than he thought it would be. "You know how Beyoncé has that certain quality about her? That charisma? How she pulls attention right to her?"

Kurt nodded. "Sure. I guess you could call it being fierce."

Blaine nodded once. "Yes. Thats the word I was looking for. I want that. I want to be fierce."

It started with a small smile, but Kurt couldnt hold it in and soon he was laughing. Hard.

"Im sorry, Blaine," Kurt gasped, trying to regain his composure. "So, you want me to give you fierce lessons? And why me?"

Blaine was still blushing a bit, feeling uncomfortable after being laughed at for his request. "Youve been teaching Beyoncé dance classes for years, Kurt. And youve got it. Youre fierce."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "A lot of it, whatever it is, is just being older and more experienced, Blaine. How old are you?"

"Twenty-two."

Kurt gave Blaine a good hard look. He was very young. More than a boy, but not quite a man. His hair was messy curls and he wore a tee with an image from a Tarantino movie with loose jeans and sneakers. His eyes were clear and bright, full of youthful optimism that had been ground out of Kurt by years of failed auditions.

"Hmmm...what did you have in mind with these lessons?"

Blaine gave him a little smile, glad Kurt was even considering the idea. "I was thinking ten weeks of lessons. You work on whatever you can to make me more attractive to a sophisticated older man. In return, Ill pay you."

"Ten weeks of lessons?? Thats like two and a half months!" That was a big time commitment, and Kurt already worked two jobs, saving up for France.

Blaine smiled, his most cajoling smile. "Ill pay you $2,500 cash. Just think of how much sooner that will get you to Paris."

They discussed the lessons more, and by the time they were done their smoothies, Kurt held out his hand.

"OK, Blaine. You have yourself a lifestyle coach for the next two months. I think we should start with a test date, so I can see what areas you need to work on, and I can make a plan from there."

Shaking Kurts hand, Blaine smiled widely. This was going to be so good. "Can I take you out for dinner tomorrow night?"

"Ok. Pick me up at seven." Kurt laughed to himself at Blaines eager expression. This would make the summer interesting, at least.

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Kurt pushed his empty plate away, with every bit of the creole chicken dish gone. Glancing over at Blaine, he tried not to grimace at the smear of barbecue sauce on his cheek. It looked like he had enjoyed the pork ribs and collard greens, perhaps a little too much.

“So, how long have you lived in San Francisco, Blaine?” Kurt took a sip of his beer.

Blaine smiled, a bit of the green vegetable stuck on his front tooth. “Just a few months. I got my degree in April and came out here for the job.”

Kurt tried not to chuckle. “Tell me more about the magazine.”

“It's great!” Blaine smiled. “It's only online and the target audience is the west coast tech industry. Apple, Google, Facebook, and most of the big guys are out here.”

“But ‘Geek World'? Really, that's the best name they could come up with?” Kurt gave a small smile.

Blaine shrugged. “Adam joked that they should have a slogan underneath that reads ‘The geeks shall inherit the earth'.”

The server came by and took away their plates. Blaine encouraged Kurt to order beignets for dessert.

“Tell me more about Adam. He's the reason you hired me, after all.” Wrapping his hands around his mug of coffee, Kurt leaned back in his chair, giving Blaine the floor.

Looking down at his plate, Blaine got a little smile on one corner of his mouth. He gave a little sigh. “He's just so perfect, Kurt. From my first day working there, the more I get to know him, the more I like him. He's so gorgeous, tall with blond hair, blue eyes and lips… Maybe it's because of his British accent, but I always seem to be staring at those full lips of his. I love his British sense of humour, his intelligence, his sense of style, everything.”

Kurt gave Blaine a smile in return. Obviously, Blaine had it bad for Adam and he would do whatever he could to help him get his guy.

“So, what kind of things does Adam like? Is he more into rock music or going to the philharmonic? Fine dining or food trucks? Beaches or mountains?”

Blaine's eyes widened. “Truthfully, I don't know. We've never gotten into stuff like that in our conversations.”

“Well, we will work on the basics, but the more you can learn about his interests, the more you can potentially relate with him on.” Kurt shrugged one shoulder.

Nodding, Blaine swallowed a bite of his chocolate beignet. “Was that how it was with your boyfriend?”

Kurt paused for a minute, sipping his coffee. “Well, we related in many ways when we were first getting to know each other. He inspired me to think of travelling, trying new things.”

They had met at work, on the customer service phones for a large multinational company. They were part of the small group who spoke both French and English. It had been an intense relationship while it lasted, but Kurt had known from the start that Pierre was planning on going back to France. They had ended things amicably. And Kurt was not moving to Paris for him, although he hoped they would be friends there. Kurt used him as a convenient boyfriend when he needed to discourage admirers.

They were both quiet on the ride back to Kurt's place. Blaine put the car into park, turning towards Kurt in the darkness of the car. “Um, thanks for coming out with me tonight, Kurt.” And he leaned towards Kurt a little, but Kurt's hand on his chest stopped him.

“No need to take this ‘test date' that far, Blaine. Thanks for the dinner. I'll work on a plan and we can meet up for coffee in a day or two, OK?” Kurt gave Blaine a small smile, and hopped out of the car.

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-Disclosure: I own nothing.

A/N: -Their restaurant is ‘Brenda's French Soul Food' and the menu looks like fantastic creole food. Link to their website here.

- This is loosely (very loosely) based on 1980s teen film Cant Buy Me Love. Link to the trailer is here.. Funny to see a 21 year old McDreamy (Patrick Dempsey) back in 1987.

-The lyrics at the beginnings of the chapters are just there to set an overall tone. Dont take them too literally. :)