Do Ya Think I'm Sexy- Glee Cast Cover (Warblers!)

"Blaine, my dad is going to kill me. Kill me!!" Kurt whined. "Has your dad ever wanted to kill you?" At first Blaine thought it was a rhetorical question, but when Kurt looked expectantly at him, Blaine just shrugged noncommittally. But he knew the answer, yes of course he does, my dad has wanted to kill me everyday since I was thirteen... since I came out.

"What are we gonna do, 'cause we have to do something. If we don't do something my dad will probably stab me in the heart with a knife or something. Yeah, he'll probably ask me to help him cook, and then while we're chopping.... chopping... , what do you chop?" Kurt stopped his pacing to look to Blaine for an answer

"Don't know." Blaine answered to the ground.

Kurt sighed and continued pacing, "We'll be chopping some food, then he will casually start a conversation, the same as all conversations I have with my dad, about my car. He might ask when I last cleaned it or got gas, or maybe he'll offer to change my tires or something. Then I'll have to tell, or maybe he already knew by then and his casual car banter was just to make me squirm. Or maybe, forget all of the clever cooking tricks. He would probably come in for a hug and get me from behind. Or just stab me in my sleep!"Kurt stopped pacing and leaned against the theatre wall. "We are to boys out on a date in downtown Ohio and someone stole my car, our only ride home. So either way we're dead. If we stay here, we'll get beaten up, and if I call my dad he'll kill us! What do we do?"

Blaine just stood there staring at the ground and licking his chapped lips, same as he had been doing for the past hour since the movie ended.

"Blaaiiinee!" Kurt whined as he slowly slid down the brick wall to sit on the floor. "At least try to help, what are we gonna do?" his voice caught on the last word as tears started to stream down his face, mostly from fear and the loss of his car, but partly from the headache his heart pounding in his ears was causing. This got Blaine's notice.

"No, baby don't cry. It'll be alright." Blaine assured him. He knelt down beside Kurt and began rubbing soothing circles into his back. "We can catch a cab to my house, my parents aren't home."

"What about my car?" Kurt asked through tears.

"Stay the night and we can figure something out in the morning once we've slept."

"My dad will never agree to that." Kurt flatly stated. Blaine thought for a moment,

"Call him and tell him that you're staying at Mercedes' house and I'll text her and ask her to cover for you."

"Thank you, Blaine." Kurt said, leaning in and giving Blaine a quick kiss. "I'm gonna go call my dad." Blaine nodded in response.

He got out his phone and began typing a text to Mercedes.

ME: can u pretty please do Kurt & I a favor *puppy dog eyes*

MERCEDES: even in txt I can't resist those eyes, what do u 2 need?

ME: if anyone asks tell them that Kurt is sleeping over at ur house

MERCEDES: sure thing

MERCEDES: have fun! ;D -RB*

MERCEDES: Rachel is here.

ME: Hi Rachel! g2g, bye!

He hit send, then called a taxi, before slipping the phone back into his pocket. A few minutes later, the taxi was here. Blaine sat in the front to help the driver find his house at night in his streetlamp-free neighborhood.

When they reached his house, Blaine paid the driver, then the two boys walked hand in hand up Blaine's driveway and into his house.

As soon as they got inside, Blaine took off his shoes and lay down on the couch in the living room. Kurt, however, didn't make himself comfortable. He continued his pacing, whispering things under his breath about his dad killing him and all of the things that were in his car. Blaine watched him silently move back and forth, from one end of the room to the other in four brisk stretches of his long legs.

"Kurt, relax." Blaine said on Kurt's tenth time going left. "Come here." he patted a spot on the couch next to him, which Kurt reluctantly took. "It'll be okay, I promise." He said, taking Kurt's hand in his and giving it a light squeeze.

He put his hand on the back of Kurt's neck and pulled his face towards his to kiss him. The kiss started off slow and sweet, but quickly grew more urgent and heated. Blaine had his hands tangled in Kurt's hair and Kurt's hand was slowly traveling up Blaine's back under his shirt.

"Do you wanna go to your room?" Kurt whispered. Blaine just nodded.