“What?” she huffed as she let the tall boy tug her over to the side wall. He was practically bouncing with excitement and she noticed a flush had crept up his pale neck and cheeks while his eyes were nearly jumping out of their sockets. She knew this look.

“Why do you look like you just cured cancer or somethin’? Boy, what the hell are you up to?”

This must be big, he didn’t even retort.

“Not cancer, however I may have found a cure to what had appeared to be my terminal virginity. I stood up to cockblocking.” He declared with mock vindication.

Mercedes snorted, clearly amused. Kurt’s sexual frustration was one of her favorite topics to tease him about.

“Oh yeah? And how’s that?”

Kurt narrowed his eyes at her for a moment before splurging into his elaborate plan.
“I, Kurt Hummel, am going to use my irresistible powers of seduction… and my most stretchy skinny jeans… to lure former warbler, Blaine Anderson, into the fantastical wonderland of sex that is my body.”

This time Mercedes didn’t even try to stifle her cackle of laughter as she fell against the glaring red panel of lockers.

“Oh god, ohhh god,” she gasped, “Wonderland? Should I start calling you Alice?”

“Oh, shut up,” Kurt whined, but he was giggling too.

“No wait, wait! If your body is wonderland then Blaine must be Alice since he’ll be going down your rabbit--”

“MERCEDES!” Kurt nearly shrieked, although he was clutching his sides from laughing so hard now too.

After the two took a moment to calm down and wipe the tears gathering in the corners of their eyes, Mercedes turned to Kurt once more and asked “I’m still missing the magic piece that’s gonna make this time different though… how exactly do you plan on seducing your prude boyfriend?”

“By doing what I do best, performing. In glee today, I’m going combine my three most enchanting talents: my sexy voice, my sexy hips, and my impeccable talent for eye-fucking the shit out of someone while I sing,” Kurt finished with a smirk, and smugly crossed his arms over his chest, looking expectantly at the girl next to him.

Mercedes was impressed.

“…actually, that might work” she said thoughtfully. “Even it doesn’t land you directly in his pants, it will certainly get you farther—do you know what song you’re gonna sing?”

“Mhm, I made sure to pick something nice and blunt to make sure the message comes across AND I even managed to make it fit this week’s 'jazz' lesson, well my interpretation of it anyway, Mr. Schue always loves my creative interpretations. I don’t think I’ve ever done a lesson the way he originally assigned it.”

“I don’t know what you could possibly mean Kurt, Le Jazz Hot was definitely the traditional duet Mr. Schue had in mind,” Mercedes mused.

“Ugh, if only I had a video of THAT to show Blaine, he might bend me over the nearest table right then and there…” Kurt groaned, “That was possibly the most fabulous number I have ever pulled off.”

“Yes boo, I agree, now let’s get to class,” Mercedes sighed as she linked arms with her best friend and they all but skipped down the practically empty hallway.

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Kurt was beyond grateful that most of the glee girls were in his math stat class, as he really needed to talk to two in particular. Being that their teacher had given up on enforcing assigned seats in a senior class, the countertenor slid into a seat next to Santana and Quinn for the day. The two looked at him with mildly surprised expressions and Santana lifted a single penciled in eyebrow in curiosity.

“Could I… borrow you guys today in glee?” Kurt asked, eyes sly and voice deliberate. “I have a plan and it requires your jazzy voices and blatant sex appeal.”

Quinn looked shocked at first but then settled into mostly looking pleased with herself and smiled in answer. Santana on the other hand smirked and did that little attitude head nod that really only the Latina herself could pull off. She glanced over and shared a knowing look with Quinn and then the two simultaneously turned their smug faces on Kurt. He felt some heat in his cheeks under their gaze but proudly held his own and maintained his playful air of aloofness while they paused to eye him up and down. It was Santana who finally opened her mouth to speak, corners of her full lips never uncurling.

“Any particular reason, Hummel?”

“Hm?” Quinn chorused over her friend’s shoulder, then proceeding to let her chin rest there.

Kurt was definitely blushing now. He looked down, then forward to the teacher, who had apparently been talking this whole time, but he cocked his head towards them to whisper with mock nonchalance, “I don’t know what you two could possibly be referring to.”

He could still feel their amused eyes on him and decided to indulge all three of them by finally turning back to the pair, unmoved from their previous position, and dropping them a wink with his lips pressed together in a failed attempt at suppressing a smile. The girls giggled and the trio spent the rest of class shooting each other excited smiles and passing Kurt’s iPod back and forth under the table, working out the backup vocals to his song, all the while ignoring the droning lecture on inferential statistics.

So what? They were fucking seniors.

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Lunch was hilarious.

Kurt made a mental note for future reference that Blaine and teasing went well together.

His curly haired boyfriend picked up on the secretive looks and giggles aimed his way immediately.

“What?” Blaine asked suspiciously. Kurt watched as the adorable boy inspected his clothing and licked at his teeth self consciously.

Kurt tried not to watch that tongue, he really did.

Mercedes pinched him under the table and he averted his eyes with a jump. Oops.

Kurt pulled himself together and put his flirty face back on. He turned to Blaine, smoothed his hands across the shorter boy’s shoulders, then down his chest a little and had to remind himself not to drag his fingers all the way down that taught torso. Right. School. Public. Where he did slide his fingers, however, was up. Up his neck and then to his cheeks so he was cupping Blaine’s face, looking right into those big hazel eyes. Hazel eyes that were being narrowed at him. Well Kurt couldn’t blame him, he was acting pretty suspicious. The pale boy’s lips twitched and he pressed a chaste kiss to Blaine’s pretty, framed mouth.

“Nothing, and stop, you look fine.” Kurt assured his boyfriend.

More like DAMN fine.

…Stupid bowties.

The rest of lunch carried on like this. Someone giggled, Blaine got paranoid, Blaine whined, Kurt laughed.
When the bell finally rang, Blaine stood up looking disgruntled.

“You all suck, you know that right?” he muttered.

More people laughed and started to walk away. Blaine turned his sulky face to Kurt and gave him one last pleading look.

“Really Blaine? The puppy eyes?” Kurt rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless. “Don’t worry, I promise you’ll find out in glee.”

Feeling bold, Kurt kissed him once more and winked over his shoulder as he turned to walk away. He could feel Blaine’s eyes burning into his back as he threw a little more sway in his hips than was probably necessary.

Now he was just being cocky.

It was fun.
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“I’ve decided winking is my new favorite hobby,” Kurt gushed to the three girls standing outside the choir room with him. Glee would be starting in just a few minutes and everybody was inside already chatting away. Through the narrow window Kurt could see Blaine talking animatedly with Mike about something, but every so often his eyes would dart around the room as if the big secret he was waiting for was going to materialize out of thin air.

Mercedes chuckled just as Mr. Schue stepped around the corner of the hallway and paused at the sight of the little group gathered outside the door. It was a mystery to everyone what exactly made their teacher late every single day.

“What’s going on guys?” Mr. Schuester asked, friendly and enthusiastic.

“I would like to kick off today’s rehearsal with my jazz number,” Kurt blurted. “Quinn and Santana will be doing back up for me.”

“Well alright!” Mr. Schue laughed. “I'm guessing you’re out here because you planned an entrance…I'll go let everyone know you’re going first.”

Will was always impressed by Kurt’s vigor and eagerness… seriously, he assigned the damn thing yesterday.

“Operation Warbler seduction is a go,” Kurt breathed, sparks in his eyes.

“Boy, you are ridiculous,” Mercedes drawled.
“…But DAMN I’m so excited! Let’s get you LAID!” she practically cheered, beaming at him.

Biting his lip and bouncing on his toes outside the door to the choir room, Kurt had too much adrenaline pumping in his veins to even remind her to quiet down.

“Good luck,” she said with a smirk, and turned to push through the door.

Rejoining Quinn and Santana he took a deep breath.

“You ready, lover boy?” Quinn asked with a reassuring smile.

“You know, I feel like I should be nervous, but I just want this so fucking bad I can’t even find a place for it.”

“Good, ‘cause you’re gonna wreck this. I guarantee by the end of this song your little boytoy will be panting at your feet,” Santana asserted.

“Ugh, let's hope. Alright it's go time.” And with that, Kurt squared his shoulders and pushed through the wooden door, accomplices in tow.

The three strolled in and Kurt took his place in front of the old fashion styled microphone he had arranged for earlier. Yes, it wasn’t much of an entrance, but starting outside was more for avoiding Blaine before the performance. During his and Quinn’s free period (Santana cut), the three drove around like mad people to each of their houses for a quick wardrobe swap. Kurt yanked on his black skinny jeans with the highest spandex content he could find. Then he threw on a fitted light grey button down with the sleeves cuffed up to right above his elbow. To polish off the look, he slipped on a black skinny tie and sleeked down top hat…the one with a feather in it. When the girls weren’t looking he stealthily transferred his bottle of lube from his nightstand table into his bag. Just as the three were about to scurry back up the stairs and onto the next house, something caught Kurt’s eye on his vanity and he hesitated.

“Wait!” He scrambled over to the little table and grabbed the stick of eyeliner that he only saved for very special occasions. He held up to girls for question.

“Yes or too much? I mean I am going for like, the underground jazz nightclub vibe…”

The girls grinned almost devilishly.

They are getting way too much enjoyment out of this

“Oh fuck yeah” Santana agreed. “Damn Hummel, I think I want to bang you now. I’m predicting that hobbit will have a boner the moment you strut into that room, let alone when you start singing.”

“Definitely,” Quinn giggled. “Now let’s go before you miss your chance with Blaine due to me and Santana jumping your bones down here.”

“Well we certainly can’t have that,” Kurt laughed, turning to the mirror and swiping the makeup on quickly, smudging it a little. He stepped back and all three took in his reflection appreciatively. Santana licked her lips and smacked his ass.

“Let's GO!”

Kurt gave a little yelp and covered his behind as he led the way back up the stairs in case either one of the cheerleaders decided to attack again. They repeated the process at the other two houses, Kurt having fun dressing his friends and trying to ignore some of the things he found in the back of Santana’s closet. Sometimes he just really loved girls.

Kurt cleared his throat, as if he didn’t already have every pair of wide eyes staring back at him.

“Jazz has never been able to exist under one true definition. It was—is—more than a style of music: it brought soul, expression, glamour, sex...” Kurt let his eyes flicker to Blaine as he spoke that last word and noted victoriously that his boyfriend gulped at the mention. “...and culture to a society of conservatism and oppression. The song I have prepared today is not by any means a classic, in fact it’s from recent years, but I feel it’s a modern take on what would have been the music of the more scandalous, underground nightclubs in New York city and mostly I want you guys to find it fun…and just really listen to it. Maybe it will be kind of eye opening.” This time he stared right into Blaine’s eyes and suddenly every person in the room knew what this was. The curly haired boy in question was sitting there oblivious to the knowing glances, apprehensive wide eyes glued to Kurt and now dry lips slightly agape. Kurt smirked and turned to the jazz band with their glittering saxophones, and with one confident jerk of his head he said the two words everyone was eagerly anticipating…

“Hit it.”

Music filled the room as the blare of brass mingled with Santana and Quinn’s back up.

la da da dada dada da da dum
la da da dada da dum

Their sweet and raspy voices sounded so perfect and Kurt joined in for the next set.

la da da dada dada da da dum
la da da dada da dum

Every member of the club was transfixed; even Rachel seemed mesmerized. Emboldened, Kurt crossed one foot over the other, spun on the spot with one hand on his hat and stopped center right on time to grab the mic in one hand and pull it close so his lips were pretty much touching the cool metal. The other hand wrapped slowly around the mic stand, finger by finger, and as he began the first verse, he turned his smoldering eyes on Blaine.

How deep is your ocean?
How high is your sky?
I’d love to put our love into motion,
but I have to ask myself why…

Kurt took this opportunity to turn and dance over to Santana. He was close up to her. He kept his hips moving as he sauntered and his face flirty as he moved with the girls, careful not to cross that line with Mr. Schue, although it was common knowledge that that line was always changing. Exhibit A: Holly Holiday.

He danced around the room and into the crowd now as he belted out the chorus to its steady beat.

Yeah I can’t tell you how to live your life,
but I know how to live mine.
I take home pretty things that I like and baby,
You are so fine

Kurt had made his way to Blaine by then and was standing behind him, hands on his boyfriend’s shoulders as he nearly whined that last line into his ear. He could feel Blaine breathing heavy under his touch. He straightened up and danced around Blaine for the second half of the chorus.

Yeah I could give you everything you need,
with just one touch of my hand.

Kurt, now in front of Blaine, let the hands on his shoulders slide down until they were resting on the stunned boy’s waist and leaned his face down so it was inches from Blaine’s. Just as fast as he was there, Kurt was turning on his heel and sauntering back over to the mic as he sang out the next two lines.

But I swore I would never fall in love,
with a boy in a rock and roll band

Kurt shrugged at his giggling audience who were slowly joining in with Santana and Quinn and beginning to get up and dance.

Blaine stayed glued to his seat with a few others who were content to sit and watch, but his eyes had turned hungry and…yes, there it was! His legs were crossed. Kurt smirked triumphantly and continued the song. This was too fun. Check mate Anderson, he thought to himself.

Why do I adore you?
We’ve only just met
I feel I would do anything for you,
but baby, sometimes I forget…

Kurt could feel Blaine’s eyes burning into him as he danced all around the room.

Yeah I can’t tell you how to live your life,
but I know how to live mine.
I take home pretty things that I like and baby,
you are so fine
Yeah I could give you everything you need,
with just one touch of my hand
But I swore I would never fall in love,
with a boy in a rock and roll band

Kurt took the mic back for the last verse and Quinn and Santana came up to stand on either side of him and sing into it as well.

See I forget I’m a lady,
I’ve had too much wine
I’d love it if you would call me your baby,
’cause baby, you are so fine

He had been playing flirty with the girls, but as he repeated the chorus a few more times and ended the song with a couple rounds of la da das his eyes never left the dark hazel ones boring back into his own icy blues. Santana cleared her throat and Kurt finally snapped back into reality. The song was over and everyone was clapping and laughing amongst themselves.

“If you’re done eye fucking your boyfriend you should probably go sit back down,” Santana muttered his ear.

Kurt blushed, but did as he was told and strode back over to his seat right next to Blaine. The countertenor sank into the plastic chair and turned to the bowtie clad boy with a look of mock innocence. In the background, Mr. Schue was saying something to the group, probably commenting on the number, but Kurt didn’t even care this time.

“So waddya think?” Kurt probed, voice echoing the same fake angelic tone as his expression.

Blaine couldn’t even speak. He looked like he was giving an honest effort to; Kurt could see the tendons in his neck physically working to produce sound, but nothing came out except for a strangled grunt.

“Hm? What was that darling? I couldn't quite catch it.” He knew he was being a cocky asshole and he was loving every second of it.

Blaine’s eyes turned dangerous, and Kurt felt an excited shiver run down his spine. He didn’t trust himself to tease his boyfriend anymore, so he just raised his eyebrows in inquisitiveness. This time, Blaine looked composed; actually, the boy looked positively deviant, and when he opened his mouth to speak, instead of inarticulate squeaks, he shut it again as if he had chose his words but simply decided not to utter them. Blaine gave him a long once over and then merely looked forward towards the board where their unaware teacher was talking animatedly.

Oh Kurt had done it, he knew. He knew, and he knew he was gonna get it bad now.

“What?” Kurt breathed, he also knew he sounded too eager. Shit. He wanted to be in control. Who was in control now?

Blaine remained silent and only smirked in reply, eyes still facing forward.

So that’s how it was gonna be. It was a game. They were just waiting for the time to run out and the bell to ring. Kurt had never wanted glee to end so badly. But damn if he wasn’t gonna fight while the clock was ticking.

Kurt crossed his legs to lean into Blaine, letting his arm fall around the shorter boy’s shoulders. Every touch was like fire for both of them. Playing with fire. Kurt let his fingers ghost the sensitive skin of Blaine’s neck, playing with the curls there, missed by the daily tub of gel Blaine used, and when Kurt let his hand fall into a steady rhythm massaging Blaine’s stiff neck, he felt his boyfriend bite back a moan. That’s right Blaine, you are so mine.

But Blaine could play dirty too. When Rachel took the floor for yet another solo she had prepared, Blaine placed his hand on Kurt’s knee and Kurt had to close his eyes and take a deep breath to steady himself. Blaine was drumming his fingers on Kurt’s knee in time to the music and then every so often he would slide his hand further up. Kurt hissed a little and tightened his grip on Blaine’s neck. By the time the song was over, Blaine’s hand was barely an inch from Kurt’s crotch and by the time the period was over, both boys were painfully hard, short of breath and dashing for the door.

Fuck control, Kurt thought as they finally clambered into his car and desperately grabbed for each other, lips meeting in a bolt of electricity as if they had never kissed before. They were panting, they were clawing, it was hot and wet and messy, and oh god this was EXACTLY what Kurt had been waiting for. Blaine was against him, and it was good, so good, and shit Blaine was like a starving animal. Kurt had to literally push him off so he could communicate one thing.

“Ugh, yes Blaine, just wait… just not here,” Kurt gasped.

Blaine looked panicked, “Oh my god! Kurt I’m so sorry, too much? It was too mu—“

“Blaine shut up! I swear that was hottest thing I’ve ever experienced so don’t you dare go apologize for it,” Kurt commanded.

To emphasize his point he grabbed Blaine by the back of the neck and crashed their mouths together for another deep, heated kiss. When he pulled back, Blaine looked dazed but attentive.

“I just mean that while I fucking want you like, RIGHT now, let's not do this with a steering wheel digging into my side and the gear shift about to crush your balls.”

Blaine looked down and sure enough the stick was right there threatening to do just that. Kurt watched his boyfriend gulp and carefully lower himself back into his own seat. He also fixed the dark haired boy a hungry stare so the moment wouldn’t be lost.

Blaine looked excited but also nervous and a little guilty.

“Kurt, I—“

“Nope, no talking. If you need me to ease your mind, then I promise, yes I want this, I want you, but no talking, plenty of time to talk after. Right now I just want you to stew in all the thoughts swirling around in that pretty head of yours about all the things I’m about to do to you,” Kurt teased and bit his bottom lip, if only to get Blaine started.

Blaine whined a little and Kurt let a self satisfied grin play across his face until he fell victim to his own challenge and started to imagine the other noises his boyfriend would be making a couple long minutes.

“Can I at least ask where we’re going?” Blaine groaned as Kurt sped along road.

This time the taller boy reached over to put on hand on Blaine’s thigh and he heard his boyfriend’s sharp intake of breath at the touch.

Kurt grinned.

“You’ll see.”