But still…

Those looks he shot him.

The way he moved his hips.

That wink at the end.

That has to mean something, right?

Blaine knows he would be lying if he says he doesn't feel anything for Kurt. It's just that he doesn't really know if Kurt returns those feelings.

He's got kind of a thing with suggestive songs lately it seems. But when to make his next move?

The following Monday everyone is still talking about the night out to the Karaoke bar. Kurt gets pats on his shoulder and high fives from people he doesn't even know or barely talks to, but hey, a little popularity never hurt anyone, has it?

So after last period– History, hated by any and all– he waits outside the classroom until Blaine is finished packing his books.

"Hey."

"Hi."

They just stood there for a minute in a somewhat awkward silence before Kurt gathered up the courage to ask him.

"So, do you know Adam Lambert?"

"Uhm… that's the guy with the eyeliner, right?"

He rolled his eyes. This might be a little harder then he thought.

"Yes, Blaine, the guy with the eyeliner. But whatever, that's not what I wanted to talk to you about. Do you know his song, For Your Entertainment?"

"Never heard of it."

"You might want to listen to it. You know, if you'd want to sing it to someone…"

In his head he simultaneously slapped and high-fived himself.

If he doesn't get this one, I don't think he'll ever get anything.

The next day he made up his mind. The council had already decided that they would go back to the Karaoke bar this weekend because last weekend had been so much fun. Now if he could just get some of his friends of New Directions to come with him…

"Brit?"

"Lord Tubbington?"

"No, Brittany, it's Kurt. I need to ask you something. Do you know the choreography to For Your Entertainment, by Adam Lambert?"

"If I watch the video a few times it shouldn't be so hard, why? Because I really have to find Lord Tubs before dinner, or he'll try to smoke again."

Kurt chose to ignore that last comment.

"It doesn't really matter, Brit, just be sure to be at the Karaoke in Westerville next Saturday by 7 pm okay?"

"Okay Kurt, bye! Now I really have to find Tubs before he reads my e-mail. I think he figured out my password…"

"Bye Brittany."

"Tina! You wouldn't happen to know the choreography to For Your Entertainment, do you?"

"Actually, I do. Why?"

"Oh, nothing really, just be at the Karaoke in Westerville at 7 pm, 'kay?"

"Uhm… I'll have to ask, but I'm sure it won't be a problem. See you there!"

"Thanks so much! Bye Tina."

"See ya, Kurt."

The whole week went by way too slowly. Minutes seemed hours, days seemed weeks, but eventually, Saturday was there. He felt less nervous than the last time, seeing how well everybody had reacted then. He just hoped they wouldn't find it to be too over the top this time…

The lack of nervousness didn't change the fact that he still spend about 3 hours in front of his mirror, trying on clothes, matching, discarding them onto the increasingly bigger getting stack besides his bed. But again, he decided on the skinniest jeans he could possibly squeeze himself into without the blood circulation in his legs being cut of, paired with a black v-neck t-shirt, which he knew would accentuate his broad shoulders. After a final check and some extra hairspray he dashed out the door.

The bus ride there was a lot less tense than the last time. Everyone was already discussing the songs they would like to perform, now that they didn't have a council to stop them. Some boys even asked others to be their backup dancers or to sing a duet.

Kurt heard Jeff ask Nick to do a Lady Gaga song together. Not that this surprised him, Jeff and Nick would really just act like this everytime they'd go out in public. Well at least ever since Kurt had told them that, being a gay man, girls would much more quickly feel comfortable around him. He really shouldn't have mentioned that one time the girls had dressed themselves in his room.

Now they'd act as if they were gay lovers to get girls to talk to them.

Everything went about the same as the last time they were there.

Kurt made his way up to the stage, where Brittany and Tina were already waiting.

"You know the moves?"

"Of course we do."

"Great."

He took a deep breath.

"Let's go."

The room filled itself with the heavy techno beats as Kurt, Brittany and Tina climbed up the stage.

So hot out the box can we pick up the pace?

Turn it up, heat it up I need to be entertained

Push the limit, are you with it?

Baby, don't be afraid

I'm a hurt 'ya real good, baby

He locked eyes with Blaine once again while his body performed the moves on autopilot.

No escaping when I start

Once I'm in I own your heart

There's no way you'll ring the alarm

So hold on until it's over

They launched into the chorus with a last kick. Kurt still had his eyes on Blaine, whose mouth had once again fallen open.

After Kurt had told him about the song Blaine had looked it up.

It struck him that they were doing the exact same moves as in the music video. He had to give it to him, the boy sure knew how to move his body.

Damn.

Oooh, do you know what you got into?

Can you handle what I'm about to do?

'Cause it's about to get rough for you

I'm here for your entertainment

Oooh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet

'Ya fallen angel swept ya off ya feet

Suddenly Blaine had to think of their little talk about sexiness and baby penguins.

Where the hell did that baby penguin go?

Well I'm about to turn up the heat

I'm here for your entertainment

No escaping when I start

Once I'm in I own your heart

There's no way you ring the alarm

So hold on until it's over

Luckily, the microphones were wireless, so Kurt stepped off the stage and made his way to the table where the Warblers were sat. Slowly he walked around the table still singing perfectly in pitch and even his walk was in sync with the rhythm.

Oooh, do you know what you got into?

Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?

Cause it's about to get rough for you

I'm here for your entertainment

He now stood right behind Blaine now, who licked his suddenly very dry lips.

He bent over and whisper-sang into his ear:

Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet

Shit, you could say that again.

A small bead of sweat trickled down Blaine's face at the thought of Kurt's lips so close to his ear, to his face.

You fallen angel swept ya off your feet

Well I'm about to turn up the heat

I'm here for your entertainment

And then he was gone, to the few people on the other side of the table.

Oh shit. When did those jeans suddenly get so tight? He did not want to look down to his lap.

Entertainment…

I'm here for your entertainment…

Do you like what you see?

Let me entertain ya 'till you scream

He was glad that the tablecloth reached down far enough to cover his lap, because his jeans were now really, very, uncomfortably tight. In his head he kept repeating to himself: friend, friend, friend, friend, nothing more, he's just a massive flirt, it's just a performance, friend, friend, friend,…

But his body apparently thought otherwise.

Oooh, do you know what you got into?

Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?

'Cause it's about to get rough for you

I'm here for your entertainment

Oooh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet

You fallen angel swept ya off your feet

Well I'm about to turn up the heat

I'm here for your entertainment

With a last smirk Kurt once again got a standing ovation from the whole joint. Well, not quite standing, because Blaine couldn't stand just yet.

Friend, friend, friend, …