“Wait, what?” Mercedes’ voice cut right through the phone and into Kurt’s ear. “You guys have been dating for how long?”

Kurt nearly bowed his head shamefully. Mercedes made Kurt promise to tell her about any development between him and Blaine before he left McKinley. And Kurt had promised and he was planning on telling her that he and Blaine were finally together. But he had been so busy and he kind of forgot.

“I’m so sorry, Mercedes,” Kurt said. “I’ve just been so tied up with school work that I just forgot.”

“How could you just forget something so important? You promised.”

“I know, I know, and I’m sorry.”

He heard Mercedes sigh and Kurt could practically see her shaking her head in disappointment before she spoke up again. “To make it up to me, I’m dragging you to the mall tomorrow and you’re helping me pick out some new outfits.”

Kurt laughed quietly. “You make it sound like that’s a bad thing.” He smiled softly. Kurt really, really missed his friends at McKinley. A lot. Sure, he was gay and of course people assumed that it would be a gay boy’s dream to go to an all boy’s school. In reality, though, Kurt was missing his girlfriends at McKinley much more than he thought he would. He even missed Rachel and that was saying something.

“Don’t tempt me.” Despite her words of warning, Mercedes laughed.

“I miss you guys so much,” he found himself saying suddenly. “Dalton is great and I’ve got Blaine but…that’s pretty much all I’ve got here. I haven’t really made any friends. Just…acquaintances…”

“Is there any chance of you coming back?”

Kurt sighed. “Not as long as Karofsky is around…”

Kurt loved being at Dalton. He loved the respect, he love the dorm rooms and he loved being able to see Blaine so often. However, he was still having trouble finding his place here. At McKinley, he got straight A’s with hardly any effort. Here he had to work twice as hard to score a B. And the teachers here didn’t really seem to notice him or his hard work. He was used to the praise from the teachers at McKinley. They loved Kurt because he was one of the few students in the school who actually cared about school work. Here everyone cared and everyone was miles ahead of students that went to public schools. The environment was much more different than Kurt expected.

The following day, Kurt met up with Mercedes at the mall and was surprised to see that Tina and Rachel tagged along as well. And, oh god, it was so nice to be around girls again. They didn’t throw food at each other and didn’t talk about football. And best of all, girls didn’t talk about girls. At least, these girls didn’t. That always seemed to be the main topic at the table during lunch break. Kurt usually found himself sitting back and eating in silence for the majority of the time unless he and Blaine managed to engage in a conversation. Kurt figured that since Dalton was an all boys school, the students here were deprived of the female gender. Because of that, they would be more girl crazy than boys at McKinley. And, honestly, it was beginning to drive Kurt a little crazy listening to Nick talk about how “Freaking hot that one chick that works at The Lima Bean” was. And then, Blaine would respond, “Who, Maddie? Oh god, please, Nick, just stop talking. She’s my friend.” and then Nick would say, “But she has a killer body, dude. Even you have to admit that much.” And they would go back and forth for a while before Kurt would pipe up and make an attempt to change the subject.

“Why didn’t you bring Blaine along, Kurt?” Rachel was asking as she sat beside him while Tina and Mercedes were in the fitting rooms.

“He had plans. Besides, he doesn’t seem like the shopping type.” Blaine seemed to break quite a few of the gay stereotypes. And some of those broken stereotypes made Kurt practically swoon because he found it kind of hot. Like the fact that Blaine loved football. Kurt couldn’t help but wonder if he was part of the team in his old school. And then his mind ended up wandering over to picturing Blaine in football gear and Kurt had to stop himself because the idea was kind of ridiculously hot.

Oh, Kurt totally didn’t have a thing for football players. Of course not. That’s why he totally wasn’t in love with Finn all of last year. And that’s why he definitely didn’t have a crush on Sam when he first transferred to McKinley.

“Oh, but I want to meet him! I told my dads all about you guys yesterday and they want to meet you two!” she piped up excitedly to which Kurt arched a brow.

“I’m…not sure if I should be flattered or slightly creeped out.”

“Flattered,” Rachel responded almost immediately.

“Are we hot or are we hot?” Mercedes was suddenly saying as she stepped out of the dressing room followed by Tina who twirled around to show off the adorable little sundress she was wearing.

“Definitely hot,” Kurt responded with a grin. “You girls simply must get these. They’re so perfect!”

Oh, Kurt definitely missed his girls.

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“Okay, your turn,” Blaine said with a smile.

That Saturday night, Blaine had suggested playing a game. An…interesting game. One that Kurt was a little hesitant about, but agreed to do it after Blaine threw him a little “Please, Kurt?” accompanied with these puppy dog eyes. It was really, really hard to say no to Blaine then, even for Kurt. His puppy dog look was more effective than Finn’s and that was definitely saying something.

The game was silly, really. And Kurt felt a little silly himself for agreeing to it. Basically, it was a form of truth or dare just…without the dare part. They had to bounce back and forth and reveal little unknown facts about themselves. Blaine explained that it was much more fun to do it with a group of people and it was even better when there was alcohol involved. However, the greater majority of their friends (well, more like Blaine’s friends) were off at some party. Blaine had invited Kurt along, but the younger boy decided to stay home tonight. He missed Lima and he missed his bed. He missed Carole’s cooking and he kind of missed hearing Finn swearing at his T.V. screen during a round of Halo with Puckerman. Originally, Blaine was going to the party, but decided against it at the last minute and showed up at Kurt’s doorstep. Blaine was the very last person Kurt was expecting to see when he opened the front door and Blaine was standing there wrapped up in that gray and red striped scarf and black coat.

So, Kurt currently found himself sitting up in his room on his bed with Blaine facing his boyfriend as they played this ridiculously childish game.

“Alright. Um.” Kurt paused for a moment, looking off to the side, deep in thought. “…I used to be a Cheerio.”

Blaine snorted in laughter. “A what?”

Oh, right. Cheerio was a term pretty much only used at McKinley. “A cheerleader at McKinley.”

Blaine blinked looking a little shocked. “Really?” he asked with a small smile after a few moments of silence.

“Yeah. Last year. Mercedes and I decided to join because we weren’t getting the solos we deserved in Glee club. Coach Sylvester promised us those solos if we joined the squad. So…we did.” Kurt shrugged with a little laugh. “It was during Coach Sylvester’s Madonna phase so we performed a number with the song 4 Minutes. And I have to say, we pretty much killed it.” By this time, Kurt was grinning.

Blaine arched a brow expectantly. “There wouldn’t happen to be a video of this anywhere, would there?” he asked.

Kurt stopped to think for a moment. He knew that Rachel had created a youtube account for the New Directions (even though she was the only one who ever used it.) She mentioned uploading a few of their numbers onto the channel, but he wasn’t sure if she had bothered uploading 4 Minutes since it wasn’t technically Glee club material. “Maybe,” Kurt said as he leaned over Blaine to grab his phone from the night stand. In the process, he felt Blaine brush a little kiss on Kurt’s shoulder. Kurt smiled happily as he sat back down and unlocked his phone before opening the youtube app to search for the video. As he did so, he spoke up.

“Okay, your turn,” he said, eyes on the screen.

Blaine was silent for a few seconds, probably thinking of what to reveal next. And almost as if Blaine had read what was on Kurt’s mind earlier that afternoon, he spoke. “I used to be on the football team in my old school.”

Kurt looked up from his phone to smile at Blaine. His stomach nearly flipped. So his suspicions were right. Blaine was on the football team and he had worn one of those football uniforms at one point--and dear god, Kurt needed to stop finding something so simple so ridiculously attractive. “Pictures?” he asked with a little grin.

Blaine laughed quietly. “Maybe?” he offered. “There were some in the yearbook, but I haven’t looked at that thing in ages…”

Kurt turned his attention back to the phone as the search results began piling up. And, sure enough, there was the video of him and Mercedes during the pep rally that afternoon. “Found it,” he said as he tapped at the little thumbnail. Kurt looked up from the screen at Blaine, smiling. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” And, holy crap, he did not mean for it to come out like that. Blaine must have seen the look of sheer terror on Kurt’s face because he was suddenly laughing loudly. Kurt reached out and shoved at Blaine’s shoulder. “Shut up! You know what I mean, you pervert!”

Blaine chuckled. “I’m not the one who said it!”

“But you’re the one who took it out of context!”

“Touché.” Blaine grinned before scooting closer to Kurt to look down at the screen. “I’ll show you a picture as soon as I find the yearbook. Now, gimmie,” he said, making an attempt to tug the phone out of Kurt’s grasp. Kurt kept a firm hold on it, staring at Blaine through narrowed eyes.

“You’re a perv,” he said again before releasing the phone and letting Blaine press play and begin watching.

On the screen, Mercedes and Kurt walked side by side along the gym floor. Around them, the band played loudly.

The band moved away and the cheerleaders filled the area. Kurt and Mercedes took their places among the girls as Kurt sang and moved along with the cheerleaders.

“I want somebody to speed it up for me

Kurt’s eyes were on Blaine as he watched the older boy watching the video. He saw Blaine’s lips twitch into a little smile as he continued to watch in silence.

And soon enough, the video was over. The person filming focused the camera onto the ground before shutting it off as the crowd exploded in applause. It took Blaine a few moments to finally lower the phone onto his lap before he looked up at Kurt. It was difficult to read the expression on Blaine’s face. Was he impressed? Was he bored? Soon enough, Kurt’s question was answered when Blaine was suddenly speaking. “That, um. That was really, really good Kurt. You really know how to move--I mean. Uh. Wow-- So, why did you quit the Cheerios?” he asked quickly.

You really know how to move.

Did Blaine really just say that? Kurt was staring back at his boyfriend a little wide eyed before snapping out of this state of pure stupid and speaking. “I couldn’t really keep up with that and Glee,” he said a little dumbly, still recovering from Blaine’s comment.

“You deserve a lot more solos,” Blaine said. “You have amazing stage presence.”

What? Ohmygod, what? Kurt was definitely not used to this kind of praise, but he definitely liked it. A lot.

“That’s what I was trying to prove, but I guess Mr. Schue never really saw that.”

“Well, he was wrong,” Blaine nearly cut Kurt off. “And that uniform looks amazing on you.” He grinned a little at Kurt’s breath nearly caught at his throat.

Somehow, he managed to play it off cool despite the fact that Kurt was freaking the hell out on the inside. “Have a thing for cheerleaders, do we?” he asked with a smirk. And he could have sworn Blaine was blushing as he shoved the phone back at Kurt.

“It’s your turn,” Blaine said quickly.

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Blaine never knew he had a thing for cheerleaders. Until Kurt showed him that video of him and Mercedes performing 4 Minutes at their pep rally. Apparently, now Blaine had a thing for cheerleaders. He really had a thing for boyfriends in cheerleading uniforms. Uniforms that showed off his arms and uniforms that had him wearing a sweatband around those pretty, pale arms. And holy crap, what? When did he suddenly start having a thing for cheerleaders?

Kurt was doing things to him this weekend without even realizing it. Because the next day, when Blaine was invited back over to Kurt’s house Blaine was kindly informed by Carole that Kurt was over at his dad’s mechanic shop. Blaine had blinked in confusion, wondering if Kurt had forgotten than Blaine would be over. But, oh yeah, right. He checked his phone and saw that he had a missed call and a text message from Kurt saying that he would be over at the shop. Carole gave Blaine directions on how to get to the shop and thankfully, it was only a ten minute drive.

When Blaine got out of his car and walked into the shop, what he saw was something he definitely was not expecting. When Kurt said he helped his dad out in his mechanic shop he assumed Kurt would be helping out in the office with paper work or answering phone calls. Kurt Hummel did not seem like the type of boy to work under the hood of a car. He didn’t seem like the type of boy to duck under an old Cadillac and sit back up to look at Blaine, face covered in grease. Hands and arms smeared with those dark stains. Yet, there he was, grinning back at Blaine, hair a little messy as he ran his fingers through it and walked over to Blaine. And, ohmygod , Kurt smelled like car oil and this should not have been as hot as Blaine found it. Blaine wasn’t sure if he wanted to thank or curse the fact that this damn shop was filled with other people because he knew that if it was just him and Kurt he would have been pressing Kurt against the side of that damn Cadillac. He knew he would have been kissing Kurt hot and desperate right then.

“Hey,” Blaine said, voice coming out slow. And then he laughed a little as he raised a hand to run it over his gelled hair. “Wasn’t expecting…this…” His eyebrows hiked as he took this opportunity to get a good look at Kurt dressed in that jumpsuit the looked so goddamn good on him. Too good.

Kurt was smirking a little. “Breaking stereotypes, remember?”

“Yeah. Yeah, definitely,” Blaine breathed before looking around the shop for a moment and then back at Kurt. “Will your dad shoot me if I just decided to kiss you right now?” he asked softly as he noticed Burt poke his head from under the hood of one of the cars to look at them.

“Probably,” Kurt said softly with a little laugh. “I think he has a shotgun hiding in his office for the sole purpose of keeping you in line.”

Blaine’s eyes went a little wide as he stared back at Kurt who giggled. “Relax,” he said through his quiet laughter. “I’m joking.” And then he brushed his hand over Blaine’s before stepping back. “I’ll be just a few more minutes. Then I need to go home and shower because I smell atrocious. Sorry you have to see me this way.”

“You really don’t have to be sorry,” said Blaine, voice low. Kurt’s lips turned into a little smile before he turned and moved back over to his work under the Cadillac. Blaine decided to wander over to Burt and help him out because if he didn’t he would spend the rest of his time here just staring at Kurt uncontrollably. And that would be very awkward considering Burt was right freaking there.

Another thing to add to Blaine’s list of things he found sexy about his boyfriend: Kurt as a grease monkey.

“I wouldn’t mind helping your dad out at the garage,” Blaine was saying after Kurt had stepped out from his shower and was rubbing his damp hair with a towel.

Kurt laughed a little before tossing the towel in his hamper and sitting on the bed. “Well, you sure seem eager all of the sudden.”

Shit. Caught in the act. Blaine smiled a little before shrugging. “The offer stands.” And then he was crawling over to Kurt and pressing a little kiss on his mouth before speaking against those lips. “I think I like the jumpsuit more than the uniform.” Blaine pressed his lips to Kurt’s once again as he raised a hand to Kurt’s chest, leading him down to lie on his back. In the process. He broke the kiss for a moment but was diving right back into it. There was a little more heat this time, mouth moving against Kurt’s, quickly gaining a delicious response from Kurt as the younger boy whimpered softly just as Blaine’s mouth moved to Kurt’s neck. And then there was that gasp that never seemed to fail. Kurt loved attention to his neck and Blaine could tell from the way his fingers were lightly digging into his shirt.

Blaine grinned against Kurt’s skin before he let his tongue lick a little strip of skin. “You smell so good,” he muttered against Kurt’s neck before trailing little kisses up the side of that neck and lightly nipping at Kurt’s earlobe. And, holycrap, the smell was intoxicating and it was so Kurt and so delicious and Blaine wanted more. And then, there was another little noise escaping Kurt as Blaine licked at this little spot right beneath Kurt’s ear before nuzzling his ear.

Lowering his head a little, Blaine continued trailing little kisses along the side of Kurt’s neck, along his throat and down to the hollow of his throat. And that’s where Blaine stopped before raising his head a little to look down at Kurt who’s cheeks were burning, lips slightly parted. And, ohgod, he was panting softly. And that had to have been the hottest thing Blaine had seen. And the way Kurt was just looking at him with this dark look in his eyes. Blaine couldn’t help himself as he pressed a little kiss on those lips before nipping at Kurt’s lower lip. The younger boy responded immediately as he tugged Blaine closer, making him gasp softly against Kurt’s mouth. And then their lips were moving against one another in this slow, sweet kiss that had Blaine moaning softly. And--shit, they needed to stop because Blaine could feel himself spiraling out of control and there was this heat pooling up in his stomach.

Pulling away from the kiss, Blaine lowered his head to Kurt’s neck, nuzzling into it before sighing softly and smiling. “And you taste good, too,” he finally muttered as Kurt laughed quietly.

“Oh, that’s not weird at all.”

Blaine quickly raised his head to look down at Kurt with a little pout. “It’s not,” he argued softly as Kurt raised a hand to brush his fingers along the nape of Blaine’s neck, smiling.

And then there was a knock on the door followed by Burt’s voice as he called Kurt’s name. Within seconds, Blaine was tumbling off of Kurt and crawling to the other side of the bed as he felt Kurt roll off of the bed and stumble over to his dresser as he called back, “Yeah?” In an instant, Blaine was crossing his legs with a quiet little whimper. And then the door opened as he looked between Blaine and his son, a hint of a suspicious look on his face.

“Just wanted to let you know that the Friday dinner was moved to Thursday. Carole has a night shift.” His eyes lingered on Blaine for a few seconds and Blaine could feel his stomach flipping nervously over and over again.

“Alright,” Kurt said as he dug through the open drawer of his dresser. Burt looked at him for a moment before shutting the door.

Blaine swallowed nervously before looking back at Kurt who was giggling into the drawer.

“It’s not funny, Kurt.” Blaine hissed. He was seriously afraid of Burt Hummel. “Your dad looked like he wanted to kick my ass.”

“Calm down, Blaine. You make it sound like he hates you.”

“He sure looked like it just now. Kurt, your dad was glaring daggers at me.”

“Stop overreacting,” Kurt snapped to which Blaine pouted.

Maybe Blaine should learn how to control his hormones when there was a possibility of being walked in on mid make-out session.