Blaine stood outside the gates to Dalton Academy, looking up at the high iron bars, trying to decide if he should go in. Kurt hadn’t really spoken to him since Saturday except for one response to his texts. What he had been able to get out of Kurt was that he had talked to his father about the community wide dialogue program.

(9:56am) To Kurt:

Hey, so how’d it go with your dad? :)

(11:34am) To Kurt:

Hellooooo? :P

(1:15pm) To Kurt:

Kurt?

(8:14pm) To Kurt:

Oh, okay. Fine, don’t respond then.

(8:21pm) From Kurt:

What.

(8:22pm) To Kurt:

There you are! Where the hell have you been?

(8:25pm) From Kurt:

Sorry, mom. I wasn’t aware that I had an obligation to contact you every thirty minutes.

(8:27pm) To Kurt:

Whoa. Hostile much?

(8:28pm) From Kurt:

What do you want, Blaine?

(8:32pm) To Kurt:

I wanted ask you how it went with your dad? What he thought of the program? But I can see that you’re pissed at me for some reason so never mind.

(9:02pm) From Kurt:

I start at McKinley in two weeks…

It was now Friday and other than that one conversation, Blaine had not heard from Kurt at all. The lack of communication was driving him crazy. He hadn’t realized just how much he relied on Kurt these days.

Blaine pushed open the giant gates, entering the grounds. He was going to find Kurt. He was going to set this thing right. He couldn’t stand that Kurt was mad at him, though he wasn’t sure why. What had he done?

You know what, Blaine, he thought.

He thought back to last Saturday. Everything had been going so well, until Brittany had showed up and attacked his face. Blaine didn’t think he could ever unsee the look Kurt gave him. What was that look? Betrayal? Hurt? Jealousy?

Blaine slid through the grand front doors and headed for the main staircase in search of Kurt. Suddenly, his ears filled with a familiar voice accompanied by strange music. He followed the sound down the hall to what Blaine remembered as the senior commons.

Holding my breath
For a whole month

Blaine peered around the threshold to find the Warblers practicing another song. The boys were spread out around the room in a haphazard sort of way. Kurt was once again in the center of it all, his high but alluring voice taking the lead of the song.

Kurt spun on his toes, stopping in front of a boy with bleach blonde hair on the tops but dirty blonde on the bottom, pulling him by his lapels to bring his closer.

If I held your breath
At least we would touch

The blonde smiled widely, pushing him lightly to send Kurt on to his next victim. He motioned for two more boys to fall into step with him, grooving their shoulders together with a well-practiced accuracy.

Oh Girl it's true
I can never be away from you
It's like you gloss your lips with glue
Oh we kiss and I am stuck to you

Kurt, eyeing his new target, made a beeline for a short boy with straight dark hair. He circled him with a look that made Blaine’s knees go weak even from where he was standing. Imagine being the focus of all that? That stare, those hips, that smile. Blaine shuddered.

My hearts on the floor
My feet feel like lead
I'd quit the tour
But I'm already dead

Two boys from the couch made a menacing sound that got the whole group on their feet, ready to dance.

We lock lips
And throw the key out
Til it slips that
I must leave town

Oh Girl it's true
I can never be away from you
It's like you gloss your lips with glue
Oh we kiss and I am stuck to you

“Good work, guys. That will be all for tonight,” Kurt said, slightly out of breath. “Emmett, would you please stop trying to make Collin laugh during the song. We need his percussion to be flawless for Regionals and you making faces and crude gestures is not going to help any of us.”

“Fuck you, Hummel,” Emmett growled.

“Mmm, yes, you’d like that wouldn’t you,” Kurt quipped with a roll of his eyes, turning to the table to go over his notes from the meeting one more time.

“Bite me,” he spat, stalking out of the common room with Collin hot on his heels.

“Again, you wish.”

“Nice comeback.” Kurt turned to see Blaine standing in the doorway with a smirk.

“Blaine! What are you doing here?”

“Who were they?” he asked, ignoring Kurt’s question. “Some of your many admirers?”

“Emmett Adams and Collin Able. ‘The A Team’ as they call themselves. Rich, arrogant douchebags, you know? What are you doing here?”

“Spying on you again,” Blaine responded matter-of-factly.

“You have to stop doing that,” he said, turning back to his work. “We’re competing against one another.”

“Not right now we’re not. Are you still mad at me?”

Kurt turned to face him. No, no he wasn’t. He realized he might have over reacted just a bit and had had enough time to cool off. Blaine wasn’t trying to hurt his feelings after all. He had no idea that Kurt had developed feelings for him.

Kurt smiled faintly at Blaine who returned it with one twice as bright. He knew that they would be alright.

“Kurt,” David said coming up behind them and trying to take the papers from Kurt’s hand. Kurt held them out of his reach. “You should get some rest. We can take it from here.”

“No, I’m fine, David,” Kurt sighed, not even bothering to turn around.

“Come on, Kurt,” Jeff, the blonde from before, whined. “We’re all going break into the kitchen to make s’mores over the stovetop.”

“No, really, Jeff, I’m okay.” Kurt whipped around. The few remaining Warblers looked at him with what Kurt saw as expectant expressions. “I’m just going to finalize some of the choreography and work on my vocals on the bridge.”

“Keep up the good work, Kurt,” Wes shrugged as he ushered the rest of the Warblers out the door.

Blaine stood looking around at the now empty common room. “You know what? We need to get you out of here.”

“Blaine, what are you talking about?” Kurt said, rolling his eyes heavenward.

“You need to get out, Kurt! There’s so much you’ve missed out on!”

“I haven’t missed anything-”

“Yes you have! Friends, excitement, parties. Have you ever even been to a party?”

“I have friends!” Kurt shouted.

“No, Kurt, you have teammates and followers. They’re not really friends. Have you ever hung out with David outside of school? Have you ever had Jeff over during a holiday break? When was the last time you had fun, Kurt?” Blaine exclaimed.

Kurt said nothing. He could feel tears brimming, but not from sadness, from anger. He was mad at himself, not at Blaine. How could he be mad at Blaine? He was absolutely right. Kurt didn’t have any real friends. Sure, David, Jeff, and the others would join in on study groups on occasion and the Warblers, except for Emmett and Collin, were always quick to back him up on a song idea, but none of them ever actually hung out with him for fun.

Fun. When was the last time Kurt had had fun?

Sensing the change in atmosphere, Blaine spoke again. “What are you doing tonight?”

Kurt was torn from his deep thought. “What?”

“Tonight. What are you doing? It’s Friday. You don’t have class tomorrow, so you can’t use the ‘studying’ excuse. Come on, Kurt, let’s go somewhere.”

Kurt blushed. “Oh, Blaine, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”

“Come on, live a little. This place,” he said gesturing wildly to the room around them. “has turned you cold. You’re a blank pallet with no emotion. You’re so bottled up inside because you’re trying so hard to be what everyone wants you to be, this perfect boy without a flaw. But I know you better. The boy I knew would never have let himself turn into this.”

Kurt got up from the table and turned away from him. He couldn’t have Blaine see him with tears in his eyes.

“I’m not that boy anymore, Blaine,” he choked. “You don’t know who I am now.”

Blaine stood behind Kurt, leaning close to his ear, his voice barely a whisper. “Then show me.”

“This place is so loud.” Kurt said, practically clinging to the back of Blaine’s shirt.

 “It’s a dance club, Kurt. What did you expect?” Blaine laughed.

The club was bigger than Kurt had pictured, a large, open room with an indoor balcony. Along one wall was a bar that stretched from one side of the room to the other. There were lights everywhere, from multicolored dance lights to strobes and even a disco ball way overhead that cast a twinkle onto the dance floor. A raised stage held the DJ and a few obviously drunk guys dancing like one of those blowup men you see at car dealerships. The place was packed with people bumping and grinding to the booming techno music.

Kurt stood rigid. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

Blaine turned around in Kurt’s vice grip. He smiled up at him. Even when he was out of his element, Kurt still knew how to stand out in all the best ways. He had worn a black button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up just past the elbows and a necklace of shiny keys around his neck. He had on what appeared to be black riding boots that stopped at the knee. But worst of all were his black skinny jeans that clung to him in ways that made Blaine blush every shade of red. Coming to terms with his feelings for Kurt could potentially be problematic. Realizing he had been staring, Blaine quickly turned to look around the room.

But of course this didn’t get past Kurt.

“I know, I know. I get it.” Kurt sighed.

Blaine whipped around, eyes wide as his blush deepened. “What?”

“You told me to dress more simply. I should have listened. I just wasn’t expecting all of this.” He gestured toward the crowed dance hall. “I must look so foolish.”

“Impossible. You could never look anything less than perfect, Kurt.” Oh. Was that too much?

But Kurt smiled and changed the subject from himself. “But you look good.”

Blaine looked down at himself. He wore a tight fitting white v-neck and dark blue jeans with a pair of his favorite brown shoes. Nothing special. But Kurt had liked it, so it must be good for something.

“Come on,” Blaine smiled, taking Kurt’s hand. “Let’s dance.”

Blaine ushered Kurt into the massive pit of bodies until they found an opening big enough for the two of them. In Her Eyes by Basshunter blasted through the speakers, bass pumping in their chests.

Blaine released Kurt’s hand and began to move to the music. Kurt watched him as he danced; fist pumping, hips swaying, eyes shut tight, pursed lips, hips swaying, brow knit… hips swaying. Suddenly Kurt was glad that Blaine’s eyes were closed because he was sure that he had been focusing on the other boy’s lower half for longer than was deemed appropriate. He crossed his arms and decided to look elsewhere to try to keep from staring at the maniac in front of him.

There were all sorts of people in the club. There even seemed to be boys he knew from school, which worried him a bit. This was not the sort of place Kurt would want his peers to see him frequenting.

“Hey.”

Kurt turned his attention back to Blaine who danced a little closer with a curious look on his face.

“Hey, yourself,” Kurt nodded to him.

“Why aren’t you dancing?”

“I told you that I couldn’t really dance.”

Blaine stared at him waiting for the inevitable punch line. But none came.

“You’re kidding right?” Blaine stopped dancing altogether and stepped even closer so that Kurt could hear him over the pounding music. “I’ve seen you dance. Like that time I saw you and the Warblers do Fever? That was-” Blaine stopped himself before he could say ‘the sexiest thing I have ever seen.’

“I guess I’ll just have to teach you.”

Kurt looked unconvinced. As if on cue, the song changed to Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5.

Blaine smiled as he started to sing along.

Just shoot for the stars
If it feels right
And aim for my heart
If you feel like
Can take me away and make it okay
I swear I'll behave

But what Blaine did was far from behaving. Blaine moved slowly closer to Kurt, staring him directly in the eyes. With each word he sung, it seemed as if his honey colored eyes got darker and darker with this sort of lust that Kurt could hardly understand. What scared Kurt the most was that he liked it.

You wanted control
So we waited
I put on a show
Now I make it
You say I'm a kid
My ego is big
I don't give a shit
And it goes like this

Blaine grabbed Kurt by the waist and pulled him flush against his chest. Kurt’s leg was between Blaine’s thighs as Blaine moved his hips forward and back, creating a rhythm. Kurt went stiff at the closeness.

Take me by the tongue
And I'll know you
Kiss me 'til you're drunk
And I'll show you

All the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger

No one had ever touched Kurt like this before, it was foreign and different and… oh so wonderful. The way Blaine used his hands to guide him and swayed his well-practiced hips made Kurt’s face burn red-hot.

I don't need to try to control you
Look into my eyes and I'll own you

Suddenly Blaine took Kurt’s hand and released him from the close contact. He spun him dramatically, then pulled him back in, making their chests collide again. Blaine kept Kurt’s hand in his as he danced with him in a sort of modern tango from Dirty Dancing.

You with them moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger

Blaine let go of Kurt all together, making him stand alone. Kurt crossed his arms and watched as Blaine circled him, never taking his eyes off of him.

Baby it's hard
When it feels like you're broken and scarred
Nothing feels right
But when you're with me
I make you believe
That I've got the key

At those words Blaine flicked at Kurt’s necklace, causing the taller boy to laugh in spite of himself.

So get in the car
We can ride it
Wherever you want
Get inside it
And you want to steer
But I'm shifting gear
I'll take it from here
And it goes like this

Take me by the tongue
And I'll know you
Kiss me 'til you're drunk
And I'll show you

All them moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger

Blaine let go of Kurt again and gestured for him to take up the bridge of the song. Kurt blushed and stood unmoving, but joined in despite himself.

You want to know how to make me smile
Take control, own me just for the night

He closed his eyes and slowly got into the music as he sang. It was just something that the music did to him.

But if I share my secret
You're gonna have to keep it
Nobody else can see this

Kurt tugged at his hair, opening his eyes and staring at an awestruck Blaine. Kurt smirked and moved over towards him.

So watch and learn
I won't show you twice
Head to toe, ooh baby, rub me right

At this, Kurt ran a hand across Blaine’s back as he circled him. Blaine shuddered, eyes nearly black.

But if I share my secret
You're gonna have to keep it
Nobody else can see this

And it goes like this

This time when Blaine reached for Kurt, he welcomed it; succumbing to the thumping music and all too seductive boy he was dancing with. Their hips moved easily together as Blaine sang into Kurt’s ear, causing him to shiver.

Take me by the tongue
And I'll know you
Kiss me 'til you're drunk
And I'll show you

All the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger

I don't need to try to control you
Look into my eyes and I'll own you

With them moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger
I've got the moves like Jagger

The song ended with the two boys panting against each other, their foreheads nearly touching. Blaine smiled at Kurt.

“I think you’re learning,” he said.

“So are you.”

Blaine blinked. What did he mean by that? Was he implying something? Was he implying that Blaine had accepted his feelings towards the other boy? No. It couldn’t be.

Kurt stepped back from Blaine and started to fan himself with his hands. Kurt looked like a hot mess. Like, a hot mess. His usually immaculate hair was sticking out like he had “sex hair”; his shirt and jeans clung to him with sweat. Blaine caught himself staring again.

Got to stop doing that.

“Do- do you want some water?” Blaine asked, forcing himself to look elsewhere.

“Yeah sure, that’d be great. I’ll save our spot here.”

Blaine nodded and scurried off toward the bar.

Kurt’s head was spinning. That had been such a rush. Blaine had to be one of the best dancers on the planet. His hips worked like they were born to move.

“Hey,” came a voice from behind.

“Well that was fast,” Kurt said, turning.

But it was not Blaine he found. A strange guy stood looking Kurt up and down. He was taller than Kurt, but not by much. He had sandy blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. His green polo left nothing to the imagination, showing off his well-toned chest. To put it lightly, the man looked like a Greek god.

“I saw you dancing. That was pretty good.”

“Oh, no. I can’t dance.”

The guy stepped closer, invading Kurt’s space. “I could teach you how to dance. I could teach you a lot of things.”

“Oh, no. I’m fine, thanks.”

The guy laughed, fixing a piece of Kurt’s hair out of his face. “That’s cute. What’s your name?”

“I- uh…”

“Kurt!”

He turned to see Blaine holding a bottle of water, staring at the two of them. “There you are. I’ve been looking for you forever.” He reached for Kurt with his free hand, pulling him away from the blonde Adonis.

“Excuse me, I was talking to him,” Adonis bellowed.

“And now you’re not,” Blaine snapped defensively. “So if you’re done wasting our space and wasting our time, you can go now.”

“Hey, calm down, dude.” Adonis said, advancing on the smaller boy. “What if I don’t want to?”

“Then I’ll have two choices. I can either a, kick the ever-living shit out of you or b, ask you once last time to back the fuck off. And guess what, that one last time was just now.”

The Adonis glared at them but left without another word.

“Blaine, that was rude. He was just talking to me.”

“No, Kurt, he was just hitting on you.”

Kurt blinked. Oh. Well that was a first.

“Here’s your water,” Blaine said, handing him the bottle as Kurt thanked him.

“Come on, let’s dance some more,” Blaine smiled, taking Kurt’s free hand.

Blaine quickly got into the song playing overhead, trying to make Kurt twirl with him but Kurt was having none of it. His arms remained lifeless and he was out of step. His face twisted into an odd expression that Blaine couldn’t begin to decipher.

“What’s the matter, Kurt?”

“Blaine, I can’t dance. I told you already.”

“Bullshit. Kurt, I saw you dance just ten minutes ago! I know you can!”

“No- Blaine- I don’t know what that was. I’ve never done that before. I just-. I can’t dance.”

“I’ve seen you! When you sing with the Warblers, it’s as if you’re whole different person! Where is that Kurt hiding?”

“I don’t know!” Kurt snapped. “I guess I can only dance when I’m singing!”

“Oh,” Blaine said with a smirk. “Well, we can fix that.”

Just like that, the song ended and changed to Lady Gaga.

Kurt’s weakness.

Let's have some fun,
This beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

Let's have some fun,
This beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

“Sing to me, Kurt.”

Kurt closed his eyes.

Huh!

His eyes shot open, gleaming at Blaine with a newfound strength. The look he gave Blaine sent a spark down his spine. Blaine couldn’t take his eyes off him.

I wanna kiss you

Kurt advanced on Blaine, gripping him by the collar and pulling him in.

But if I do then I might miss you babe

Teasing, Kurt released Blaine and turned away. Blaine’s heart sputtered. Kurt then turned on a dime, making his way back to Blaine.

It's complicated and stupid
Got my ass squeezed by sexy Cupid
Guess he wants to play,
Wants to play
A love game
A love game

Kurt, gaining a little confidence, grabbed Blaine by the waist and pulled him closer. He tried to follow what Blaine had been doing before, swaying his hips to guide the other boy, but Kurt couldn’t bring himself to infringe on too much personal space, leaving several awkward inches in between them.

Hold me and love me
Just want to touch you for a minute
Maybe three seconds is enough for my heart to quit it
Let's have some fun,
This beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Don't think too much just bust that kick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

Kurt’s heart pounded with uncertainty. This was completely new for him. Sure, he knew how to sell a song, but with twelve guys backing him up! How could he pull this off alone?

But the reaction he was getting from Blaine seemed pretty positive. His eyes were wide with fire as he followed every movement of Kurt’s body. His head was low and close to Kurt’s.

Let's play a love game,
Play a love game
Do you want love or you want fame?
Are you in the game?
Dans le love game?

Just as Blaine had done, Kurt broke away from their contact, turning over his shoulder to look at Blaine. The look on his face was hard to read; somewhere between longing and lust. Kurt smirked. Maybe he was better at this than he thought.

Kurt made his way back over to Blaine, standing very close to him as he sang the bridge.

Hold me and love me
Just want to touch you for a minute
Maybe three seconds is enough for my heart to quit it
Let's have some fun,
This beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Don't think too much just bust that kick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

Just as Kurt was about to move in close again, Blaine pulled Kurt’s hip to him. But Kurt wanted to try something different that he has seen around the club. Kurt turned in Blaine’s hold, causing them to dance front to back. Kurt moved Blaine’s hands so that they were just below his waist. And then Blaine did something that Kurt never would have expected. He groaned. He actually groaned.

Let's play a love game,
Play a love game
Do you want love or you want fame?
Are you in the game?
Dans le love game?

Another song faded in as Lady Gaga’s voice trailed away.

Kurt stepped forward, nearly knocking over Blaine who was leaning heavily on him. Kurt smiled smugly down at him.

“That was uh,” Blaine stammered. “Very good. Very good. Uh, well done.”

“Thank you. You seemed to enjoy it.” Kurt raised a judging brow.

Blaine blushed deep red. “Oh well, yeah. You know, Brittany has always been good at that sort of thing. It, uh, reminded me of her…” he explained, almost a question.

Kurt’s smile faltered. He crossed his arms defensively out of habit.

“Oh. I see.”

“But I think you could hold your own if you so wished.” Blaine looked to the floor. “I’ll bet you could bring your boyfriend here or something. I bet he’d love it.”

“Boyfriend,” Kurt sighed.

Blaine frowned, he didn’t like where this conversation had gone. Kurt’s defensive wall was back up. He moved closer to the taller boy and looked in his eyes, searching. Those ocean blue eyes finally met his and Blaine’s heart took flight.

What was it about him? How did he make him feel that way? Why did he make him feel this way? Blaine couldn’t remember a time when he had felt the same, about anyone.

But he knew he was lying to himself. He knew of a time, many years ago. A time filled with laughter on swing sets, fashionable bowties, Disney movie marathons on rainy days in the Hummel’s living room, and hot chocolate with two big marshmallows that covered the whole surface.

Blaine had felt this feeling every time he had looked at Kurt from the moment they met on that playground all those years ago. And the feeling had only grown stronger with age. Could this be love? Blaine couldn’t let himself find out, not with everything in his life; with school, the Bubbs, Puck, Finn, and Brittany, there was no way he could ever let it be.

But Kurt looked into his eyes with this sort of determination and understanding, though Blaine had told him nothing.

Blaine smiled at him.

“Come on, Kurt,” he said taking his hand again. “The night is young. Let’s dance.”

The ride back to Dalton was comfortable and light. They had stayed at the club for hours, dancing along to the thumping beats. It wasn’t until Kurt’s feet began to get tired that they realized just how late it had gotten and that Kurt was way past curfew.

“I still can’t believe you’re in a band,” Kurt gawked. “That was so unlike you when we were kids.”

“Well like I said, my parents wanted me to channel my frustration into something productive, so I picked up a guitar and I haven’t put it down since. It can be really relaxing.”

“What kind of music do you and, what was his name, Noah, play?”

“Mainly rock and pop punk, but we switch it up a bit from time to time.” Blaine blushed. “I could play for you some time if you’d like?”

“That would actually be really cool, I’d like that.”

Blaine’s face lit up. They pulled up to the school in silence, content with their time together.

“Well, Blaine, I have to say, this has been a really fun time.”

“I need to know more about you,” Blaine said suddenly.

Kurt stared at him, not sure how to respond.

“I’m sorry. I- I just feel like there is so much I’ve missed too, Kurt. So much about you. I’ve- I’ve really missed you, Kurt.”

“I’ve missed you, too,” Kurt said, more to himself than to Blaine. “I should probably go.” Kurt pushed the car door open quickly.

“Kurt, wait!” Blaine called, leaning over to catch Kurt’s wrist.

“Yes?” Kurt blinked, his eyes wide.

“I, uh, I,” he sighed. “Would you, want to get coffee tomorrow? I-I’m so sorry for the way our last one ended and I- I promise that Brittany won’t be there this time. Please?”

Kurt smiled sadly but nodded. “That sounds great. Goodnight, Blaine.”

With that, Kurt shut the door and turned to head up to the school. Blaine watched him go until he disappeared behind the large mahogany doors.