Baby I See You Working Hard
I Want To Let You Know Im Proud,
Let You Know That I Admire What You Do
The More If I Need To Reassure You, My Life Would Be Purposeless Without You (Yeah)
If I Want It (Got It)
When I Ask You (You Provide It)
You Inspire Me To Be Better
You Challenge Me For The Better
Sit Back And Let Me Pour Out My Love Letter

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"Kurt, sit down and put your feet up on the ottoman. This is ridiculous." Blaine just shook his head at the way Kurt was limping trying to walk across the room.

Kurts blue-grey eyes met Blaines, and then he shrugged, sinking down onto the sofa with a sigh. He kicked off his shoes and put his feet up, pointing and then flexing them. "It was never this bad in the past."

Blaine just shook his head, looking down at Kurt. They had plans to work on Blaines apartment, and then order in some dinner. But Kurts feet were too sore from running around in high heels the night before at the movie. 

"Well, you said you havent dressed up as Frank since you lived in New York. You were a lot younger then." Blaine smirked, and then jumped out of the way, laughing, when Kurt hurled a throw pillow at him. 

Kurt huffed. "Youd be in real trouble, saying a comment like that to me, if my feet werent so sore."

"Maybe I should take advantage of your weakened state and make you watch Star Wars. You cant escape very easily." Blaine reached over and grabbed the DVD off his shelf. 

Kurt groaned. "If this was a practice date, youd be scoring a negative 100. You mocked my age, and now youre forcing me to watch 1970s sci fi."

Putting the movie in the player, Blaine got some drinks from the fridge before settling on the sofa next to Kurt. "OK, OK... How about I make it up to you? Order dinner then. Your pick. Ill pay."

Smiling, Kurt searched for the website of his favorite Thai restaurant on his phone and placed the order. 

"What is that mark on your forehead from?" Kurt had noticed the red mark that would probably turn into a bruise, above Blaines left eye. 

Blaine rubbed at the spot, grimacing. "I got hit by a piece of toast at the movie. You should have warned me, given me a helmet and goggles." 

"Look at us, both a mess just from going to a movie." Kurt chuckled and pulled a blanket over his legs, snuggling down into its warmth. He did feel surprisingly tired, but it wasnt often anymore that he was singing and dancing after midnight. Sheesh, Im getting old. 

Blaine shrugged. "I used to go to the Harry Potter launch parties when I was a kid. They were always giving the books at midnight and you were there for hours beforehand, dressed in costumes and going nuts with the mob of crazed fans. By the time I got home in the wee hours, Id crash for the next day."

"Werent you a little young for all that?" Kurt looked over Blaine, trying to picture him dressed as a little Harry Potter. He would have been adorable. Kurt remembered reading the books when he was in junior high. 

Blaine finished his beer. "My brother Cooper is eight years older than me, and I was always following him around, copying what he did. He was into Star Wars and Harry Potter, so I was too."

"So, are you excited about the movie coming out in December?" Kurt had seen enough buzz about it online. 

Blaine smiled widely. "Oh yeah! Im going with my friend Sam. We are just figuring out our costumes. Hes tall and blond, so hed be good as Luke Skywalker."

The doorbell rang, and Blaine hopped up to pay for the food. He brought in the bag with a couple plates from the kitchen. Dishing out their supper, they settled back on the sofa and Blaine started the movie. 

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"So, what did you think?" Blaine smiled over at Kurt, happy that he had at least watched the film attentively. Blaine knew it wasnt really his thing. 

Kurt stretched his arms straight up over his head, linking his hands and bending a little to the left and then to the right. "Frankly, it was better than I was expecting. It doesnt look like it was made in the 70s. The effects are pretty believable. Han and Luke are cute. Leias cinnamon bun hairdo was hilarious. Darth Vader is the most badass asthmatic ever. And I cant believe a great actor like Alec Guinness is in it."

Blaine laughed at Kurts evaluation. "Obi Wan?"

"Oh honey, if you havent seen Bridge Over the River Kwai, or Kind Hearts and Coronets, you dont know anything." Kurt threw off his blanket and walked over to the washroom. 

As he walked back, Blaine could see his feet were still bugging him. Getting up, he got some lotion and sat back down on the sofa. 

"Ok, Kurt, give me your feet. Im tired of watching you hobble around." His tone was no nonsense. 

Kurt looked at him with raised eyebrows, and then conceded. He swung his legs up lengthwise on the sofa, and laid down with his head on a throw pillow. 

Blaine pulled off his socks, and rolled up the hem of his pants. Putting lotion in the palm of his hand, he rubbed his hands together to warm it before slathering it over Kurts left foot. He pushed his thumbs firmly into Kurts arch as he ran his hands upwards, and Kurt closed his eyes, moaning. 

Blaine kept massaging Kurts foot, but with that first moan, he felt suddenly more aware of Kurt. Taking advantage of Kurts closed eyes, his gaze trailed slowly over his body, taking in his long, strong legs, his slim torso, the pale skin of his neck. Kurt was subtle in his responses, his eye lids fluttering, his breath catching, the small sounds of pleasure. 

By the time he was rubbing lotion into Kurts other foot, Blaine was completely hard, and nervous that Kurt would notice his reaction. Maybe he could grab a pillow to put on his lap, at least until he calmed down. 

Part of Blaine just wanted to rest Kurts foot against his erection, or just crawl over Kurt in his reclining position, and start kissing him. Hungry, deep kisses. And then lower his hips to Kurts to grind together, and have Kurt moan even louder in arousal from Blaines body against his. 

He had been aware of Kurt ever since that first Bootylicious class, his ass and the way he moved his hips. And then seeing him last night dressed in lingerie and all the make-up, but working it with such confidence. Channelling the innate sexuality of the Frank character in every move. 

Yes, Kurt was undeniably sexy. But they were friends. And Blaine was doing all these lessons to attract Adam. And Kurt had already set the limits of what they could do together in their agreement.

Finishing up the massage, Blaine grabbed a throw pillow and put it on his lap, resting Kurts feet on top. He put Kurts socks back on. 

Kurt opened his eyes, giving Blaine a sleepy, relaxed look. "Thanks, Blaine. They feel a lot better. Now, would you please carry me down to my car?"

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"So, why are you dating Kurt if youre interested in Adam? I dont get it?" Sam glanced over at Blaine as they played Mario Kart. 

Blaines fingers moved quickly on the controller as he went around a tight corner. "We arent dating. Hes giving me dating lessons."

"Dude, you go out with him to restaurants, movies and hang out with him. You see him more than me!" Sam took a sip of his Coke between games. 

Blaine shrugged. "Some of that is working on projects, like redoing my apartment. Other times they are practice dates."

Sam didnt look convinced. "I saw the pictures of him in your Rocky Horror article. Hes a good looking guy, even wearing make-up and heels."

Blaine nodded. "I know, right? But he could hardly walk the next day after wearing those. I had to give him a foot massage."

Sam practically dropped his controller. "What??! You gave him a foot massage and youre saying theres nothing going on between you? Come on, dude."

Shrugging, Blaine took a sip of his pop. “Its just a foot rub. Whats the big deal?"

Sam dropped his voice a little. “Youre sayin a foot massage dont mean nothing, and Im sayin it does. Ive given a million ladies a million foot massages and they all meant somethin. We act like they dont, but they do. Thats whats so fuckin cool about em. This sensual things goin on that nobodys talkin about, but you know it and she knows it.”

Rolling his eyes, Blaine bumped against Sam's shoulder. “That's from ‘Pulp Fiction', right? And it didn't mean anything. It's just a foot massage.”

Sam looked over at Blaine, his wide mouth quirking into a bit of a smirk. “You know, I'm feeling kinda tired, Blaine. Would you give me a foot massage?” 

“Fuck you, Sam.” Blaine was suddenly concentrating hard on the video game.
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-Disclaimer: I own nothing.

-Star Wars: Original movie from 1977 holds up pretty well. For fun, the Honest Trailer for it is here.

-Pulp Fiction: Clip from this 1994 movie is here. This foot massage scene is just perfect. lol