"No, stop laughing; you know I didn't mean it that way. I said stop laughing. Yeah okay, I'll see. Bye 'Cedes, Love you."

Kurt Hummel hangs up the phone, runs his hand through his hair and lets out a sigh. This was not going well. Ever since the (miserably failed) Gap Attack, Kurt was trying to get his best friend to realize his feelings were a little more than platonic. Okay, a lot more. The problem is that Blaine doesn't seem to return those very un-platonic feelings. Or even seem to know Kurt has them. Better still, Kurt knows for sure that Blaine is completely unaware of anything emotional going on in his surroundings.

That wouldn't even be such a problem if Blaine weren't always so touchy-feely with everyone. He greets everyone with a hug, constantly kisses girls on their cheek… Kurt can't help but feel jealousy stab his heart, even though he knows Blaine is gay and it al means nothing. He hasn't forgotten the days after the Rachel Berry House party Extravaganza, but he's forgiven him and everything is back to normal.

Or that's what Kurt tells himself every time their fingers brush in the crowded hallways.

When their shoulders bump during lunch or Warbler practice.

When their legs touch when they sit on the couch.

They cannot watch a movie without having Blaine cuddled against him halfway trough. Not that Kurt has anything against that, on the contrary. It's just a tad bit embarrassing when you're watching a movie with your 'best friend' and suddenly you get a boner because his hand is on your stomach. Now that could lead to some awkward situations.

Kurt tries to stifle the moan threatening to escape his mouth as Blaine's hand absentmindedly draws patterns on his stomach during The Wizard of Oz. He fails miserably. "Kurt?" Blaine's sleepy voice sounds confused, "Are you okay?"

"Uh…" think fast, think fast, think fast. "No I'm fine. Just… cramps." Cramps? Yeah, real smooth, Casanova. You'll really get him to kiss you that way. Cramps. Where the hell did that even come from?

"Oh. Should I go or?"

Oh the ever-dapper Blaine.

"No no, it's okay. But you might want to sit up instead of leaning on my belly."

"Okay."

Oh my God was that a pout?

Blaine sits up and Kurt quickly crosses his legs to hide his (quite obvious) display of non-platonic feelings. Blaine scoots over to the other end of the couch and hugs a pillow to his chest.

"If you don't want me to come to your room anymore you should just say it you know."

"What?"

"It's just that, you know, lately you've been acting a little weird around me. Like you're avoiding me or something." The last part he mutters into the pillow.

What the actual fuck?

"What? Blaine, no…"

"Oh. Okay." He says, looking a little happier. "So we're still on for the mall?"

"Huh?"

"You know, I told you about it last time, when we were watching Rent?"

Watching Rent had been a moment of pure horror for Kurt. Blaine had fallen asleep and slid lower and lower down his stomach until his face was practically on his crotch. Out of pure panic he had pushed Blaine off the couch.

"Uh yeah sure", he says sheepishly,

Then he remembers that the Warblers go to the mall together every weekend and go shopping, eat a little something and then go to a bar in downtown Westerville. (they knew the bartender so it wasn't a problem that most of them were only 17)

Suddenly the metaphorical light bulb flips on. In the New Directions they explained how they feel in song.

Why not do it the same way with the Warblers?

The next day after Warbler practice he stays a little longer, fidgeting with his messenger bag, until he's sure it's just him and the members of the council. When Wes asks him what he's still doing there he takes a deep breath and spills it out.

"I'dwanttosingtoBlainebutIdontknowwhencouldwegotokaraokeinsteadofmall?"

Wes looks confused but catches on fairly quickly. He turns around and asks David and Thad. When he turns back to Kurt he gives him a small nod.

"Let's see how the boys perform in front of an audience."

That Saturday was one of the most stressed out days in the seventeen-year-long life of Kurt Hummel. So he was going to sing to his painfully oblivious crush. But what to wear?

After a long four hours of trying on, matching and changing again, he decides on a pair of simple skinny jeans–which are not at all simple to get into– a black long sleeved shirt and a black satin vest with just a tiny hint of glitter. As he inspects himself in the mirror he found that his outfit looked very similar to the one he wore on the Single Ladies-video. Hmm, this could get interesting.

That night at about 7pm all the Warblers get on the bus that normally would take them to the mall. Today however they take a different route. Some of the boys start to whisper to eachother in a worried tone, so Wes got to the front of the bus and addresses the other Warblers.

"Guys, we're not gonna go to the mall today…"

A few of the guys in the back already start to protest loudly.

"…We're going to a Karaoke bar in Westerville!"

The boys erupt in cheers and wolf calls.

Kurt sits in his chair grinning broadly, until he remembers what he's going to do. The grin falters and is replaced by a bit of a nervous look.

The large group enters the (luckily) mostly empty karaoke bar. A few of the patrons look up, some quirking an eyebrow at the large group of teenagers but quickly turning their attention back to the girl momentarily doing an awful rendition of Adele's Set Fire to the Rain.

Kurt winces when the girl belts out the chorus, completely of key and her voice breaking on the final note. He sees some of his fellow Warblers looking doubtful too and mutters to Nick

"I sure hope we're better than that…"

Nick just shoots him a glance that says 'Bitch please; you doubt that we're better than that? GTFO.'

Kurt chuckles and shrugs.

He sees David eyeing him and giving him a small nod. He nods back before stepping to the girl behind the machine and whispering something in her ear. He blushes as the girl throws her head back in laughter and nods. A small smile appears on his face–which is now deep crimson. He gives her a hug and thanks her before returning to the table the Warblers have claimed.

"So, how'd it go, loverboy?" Blaine asks.

"Good."

Kurt blushes again and mutters something under his breath.

"What was that?"

"I said: loverboy might not be the best choice of words at this moment."

Blaine looks confused and oh so adorable, but Kurt is not gonna get distracted from his final goal.

"Excuse me, I think it's my turn."

He makes his way to the stage, leaving behind a very confused Blaine with a face that looks so much like that of an abandoned puppy it's almost endearing.

Kurt gets on the stage, takes the mic and nods to the girl behind the machine, who gives him a thumbs up and a wink.

I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock, cock

Your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock

I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock, cock

Your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock

The Warblers are dumbstruck, but as soon as the realization sinks in the catcalls and hoots are deafening.

Word on the street, you got something to show me

Magical, colorful, Mr. Mystery

I'm intrigued for a peek, heard it's fascinating

Come on, baby, let me see what you're hiding underneath

Kurt's eyes lock with Blaine's as the smaller boy's mouth falls open and

he swallows thickly. Kurt winks and continues with a smirk on his face.

Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock?

Don't be a chicken, boy, stop acting like a beeotch

Imma peace out if you don't give me the payoff

Come on, baby, let me see what you're hiding underneath

Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock?

What you're waiting for, it's time for you to show it off

Don't be a shy kinda guy, I'll bet it's beautiful

Come on, baby, let me see what you're hiding underneath

Suddenly he is joined by a few of the girlfriends some Warblers brought.

I want the jaw dropping eye popping, head turning, body shocking

I want my heart throbbing, ground shaking, show stopping amazing

The next moment the rest of the joint is on it's feet dancing. Except for Blaine everyone is going crazy to the beat of the–somewhat suggestive. Okay really suggestive–song.

Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock?

Don't be a chicken, boy, stop acting like a beeotch

Imma peace out if you don't give me the payoff

Come on, baby, let me see what you're hiding underneath

He let's his mind slip away and leaves it to his body to decide how it moves.

Oh my God, no exaggeration

Boy, all this time was worth the waiting

–An innocent face–

I just shed a tear

I am so unprepared

–He draws a tear track with his finger–

You've got the finest architecture

End of the rainbow looking treasure

Such a sight to see

And it's all for me

Blaine is now obviously in trouble, shifting in his chair, crossing his legs and looking extremely uncomfortable.

I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock, cock

Wanna see your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock

I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock, your peacock, cock

Wanna see your

Come on, baby, let me see what you're hiding underneath

With a big wink in Blaine's direction he finished the song.

The applaus mixes with the catcalls and howls of the other Warblers, people are going back to their tables, and in the middle of it all is Blaine, looking adorably confused.