Days flew by and practices were hectic. It was exactly what Blaine has always dreamed of, and he was more than happy to be a part of it all. He loved freeing himself in the music, working along side the tenacious Rachel Berry, and the rude but hilarious comments from Santana Lopez.

He got along with the makeup artist Quinn Fabray and was intrigued by the choreographers, Mike Chang-who seemed to dance all of the time-and Brittany Pierce-who always brought her cat to work.

But what Blaine loved the most was his costume fittings and dress rehearsals.

He got close with Tina eventually, but since the day Kurt and Blaine met, they easily fell into playful banter while getting to know each other as well. They talked about their high school and college lives, their experience with Glee clubs, favorite movies, foods, everything. All the while, flirting and teasing each other before Blaine had to go back on stage.

A month passed when Blaine was scheduled for another private fitting, and Blaine decided to be flirty and wear his tightest briefs.

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"Ouch! Kurt, that's the fourth time you stuck me!" Rachel pouted.

"Is it? Maybe if you stop moving around so much, I could actually work properly." Kurt retorted. He got the last pin in and sighed. "Okay, now take it off carefully."

As Rachel peeled off the pinned dress, she eyed Blaine in the doorway. Kurt's back was to the door, gathering all of the pins and thread and Rachel saw this as a perfect way to get him back.

"So, Kuuurt..." She started, "Isn't Blaine so sexy?"

"Rachel, you know he's gay, right?" Kurt replied.

"Ugh, I know, you are lucky. If I were you, I'd tap that." She winked at Blaine and Blaine blushed against the doorframe.

"Believe me, I would. But you know how I am," He said, "I don't do that whole sort of thing." He slowly started to turn around, "But that doesn't mean he's not completely and utterly gor-".

Kurt stops mid-sentence and sees Blaine smiling crookedly at him, with Rachel nowhere to be found.

"Utterly what?" Blaine asks adorably, with an air of false innocence. "Let's see, it started with a G..." He pauses and thinks, as he walks into the room. "Is it, glamorous? No, genuine? Oh, I know.. gorgeous. Was that it?"

"Are you done being a smart-ass?" Kurt responds, blushing furiously. "Because if not, you can continue in the hallway."

Blaine thought for a little while. "No, I think I'm done. It's cold in the hallway."

Kurt laughed. "Okay, strip please. We'll see how the top fits you first," and hands Blaine the shirt. Blaine takes off his own, and struggles to get into the new one.

"Um. Kurt, I'm having a little trouble putting it on." Blaine muffles under the shirt.

Kurt holds the bottom and Blaine pulls his arm through the sleeves, and then pokes his head out of the top. Kurt adjusts the sleeves and reaches around Blaine's neckline to adjust the neck of the shirt. His cold, soft hands make Blaine shiver slightly.

Kurt pulls his hands back, helps him remove the shirt, and says, "Okay, now the pants."

Blaine bites his lip. This is what he was waiting for. He puts a hand on Kurt's shoulder so he can take off his pants, one leg at a time. Soon, his pants are completely off and is wearing nothing but tight, tight black briefs.

Kurt intakes a sharp breath, and before Blaine can stop himself, he is wearing a full-on grin.

"You're teasing me, aren't you?" Kurt states incredulously.

"That depends..." Blaine trails off, but never finishes his sentence. "So are you going to hand me the pants? Or should I just stand here and pose?"

Kurt licks his lips and says, "Forget the pants."

And then Kurt's hands are on Blaine's waist, shoving him hard into the closest wall. He slides his leg in between Blaine's and whispers in his ear, "Did you think you could tease me and get away with it?"

He starts to grind on him slowly, his lips still near Blaine's ear. "Is this what you wanted?" He thrusts into Blaine and cards his fingers in Blaine's hair.

Blaine surges his lips forward to meet Kurt's but Kurt pulls back. "No." Kurt says, "I don't do that sort of thing."

And before Blaine can blink again, Kurt is far away, back in his professional manner, throwing him the pants to try on, looking completely unaffected.

Blaine is in disbelief, but he puts on the pants and tries to regain his composure. The tension in the room is heavy, so Blaine breaks the silence with, "Do these pants make my butt look big?"

Kurt struggled to keep a straight face, but when he looked up to see Blaine with a goofy smirk, he couldn't help but giggle. "Of course they do. I made them that way."

Blaine laughed, but his mind was still racing with what happened just minutes before.

"Kurt, can I ask you something?" Blaine asked as he changed into his own pants. Kurt nodded. "Why wouldn't you kiss me?"

Kurt looked up at him quickly, and just as quickly looked down. "I told you. I just don't do that. I don't kiss people on the lips."

Blaine cocked his head, asking for more.

Kurt took a deep breath. "Bad experiences. Let's leave it at that for now," and turned to write down all of the adjustments he was planning on making.

Blaine nodded and moved closer to him, and soon had his arms around Kurt's waist from the back. He felt Kurt tense, and slowly relax into his hold.

"I respect that. I do, but..." Blaine spoke softly. "I don't think you're going to last around me."

Kurt turned around to face him, Blaine's arms still around his waist. "Are you challenging me, Blaine Anderson?"

Blaine removed one of his hands to cup Kurt's cheek. "I would have to say that I am, Kurt Hummel. You won't be able to resist."

And he slowly trailed his fingers down Kurt's arm, picked up his hand, and slowly kissed his knuckles. He could sense Kurt's heart pounding and he chuckled.

Blaine left the room, and Kurt could already feel himself losing.