Yep. Kurt was definitely up to something.

Blaine thought that maybe it was time to try to inform Kurt about his own feelings. Not that he dared to sing such a suggestive song, mind you. Blaine was raised in the right way, meaning his cheeks would still turn pink if he thought of sex. So he had to find a way to address the subject a little more carefully. A little more, lets say… Romantically.

Yes, that was it. Instead of focusing on the pure bodily aspect of it all, no matter how heavenly it could feel, he'd focus on the feelings behind it all.

But behind might have been a bad choice of words.

He would have to seriously think this over before asking or telling anyone or some very bad things could happen. Misunderstandings, who could lead to misfits, misfits could lead to fights, fights could lead to break-ups, break-ups could lead to make-ups, make-ups could lead to make-up sex…

Oh shit.

Stupid teenage boy brain. If he was going to show Kurt that there was also a romantic side to sex, he sure as hell would have to ban those kinds of thoughts from his head, even if the only thing he wants to do is to ravish him under the bleachers.

Wait, where did that come from?

That weekend it's his turn to be nervous during the bus ride and right after they entered the karaoke bar. They made their way to their usual table and Blaine almost tripped twice and hit his toe and his elbow because he could not stand still. That had always been a habit of his, hopping up and down and bouncing all over the place when he was nervous. Or enthusiastic. Or… well, always, really. Too bad there isn't much furniture to jump on here, most of the tables are occupied.

So he sucks it up and goes up to the girl behind the karaoke machine and asks her if she's got the song he wants to sing to Kurt.

She looks up to him and smirks a little.

"Are you sexy boy's boyfriend?"

Blaine is completely taken aback.

"Uh…"

"You know, the boy who always comes in with you guys, and then sings some really suggestive song while he stares intently at you? That guy?"

She points at Kurt.

"Oh. No, I'm not Kurt's boyfriend."

Not yet anyways.

And again, where did that come from?

Shut up, sex part of my teenage brain.

She chuckles, like she's heard his inner conversation.

"Well, it looks like you better make a move soon, or I might have to get neon lights and poles for this joint, if his performances keep getting hotter like that."

"…"

He must look really lost that moment because she pats him on the shoulder and just gives him a small smile.

"I'm sure you'll do great"

With a last wink she lets him go and tells him he's next.

He shakes off his nervousness and steps onstage.

He grips the microphone a little too tightly and as the first notes come out of the machine the room falls silent.

You don't have to move,

You don't have to speak

Lips for biting.

He bites his lower lip a little, trying to look innocent.

You're staring me down,

A glance makes me weak

Eyes for striking

Hazel meets pale blue and for just one second there is only them two.

Now I'm twisting up

When I'm twisted with you

Brush so lightly

His hand comes up and he softly strokes the microphone stand-

As time trickles down,

And I'm breathing for two

Squeeze so tightly.

- before he grabs it so tightly his knuckles turn white.

I'll be fine, you'll be fine.

This moment seems so long

Don't waste now, precious time

We'll dance inside the song

He sways from side to side while still firmly gripping the microphone stand.

What makes the one to shake you down?

Each touch belongs to each new sound

Say now you want to shake me too

Move down to me, slip into you

He belts out the chorus while the Warblers go crazy at their own table. Kurt just sits there looking confused.

She sinks in her mind

as she sheds through her skin

Touch sight taste like fire

He pours his whole heart into the song. It's not like he ever pictured doing something like this with anybody. Or Kurt.

Shut up brain.

Hands do now

what eyes no longer defend,

Hands to fuel desire

He runs his hand over his own body while still looking into Kurt's glasz eyes. He winks and focuses back on the song

I'll be fine, you'll be fine

This moment seems so long

Don't waste your precious time

We'll dance inside the song

He does some flailing, silly dance moves and then belts out the chorus at the top of his lungs.

What makes the one to shake you down?

Each touch belongs to each new sound

Say now you want to shake me too

Move down to me, slip into you

He stands still all of a sudden, his gaze fixed upon Kurt's.

And I'll be fine, you'll be fine

Is this fine? I'm not fine

Give me pieces, give me things to stay awake

The music stopped suddenly but Blaine kept singing, still looking into the pale blue in front of him.

What makes the one to shake you down?

Each touch belongs to each new sound

Say now you want to shake me too

Move down to me, slip into you

Nothing mattered but the hazel eyes peering into his soul from the stage.

Maybe he didn't have to show Blaine he wanted to ravish him, which, by the way, he totally wants. Badly. But that was besides the question now.

What makes the one to shake you down?

Each touch belongs to each new sound

Say now you want to shake me too

Move down to me, slip into you

Maybe he just had to show him he wanted to love him.