"I can't believe you are really doing that, Blaine. And worse, dragging me with you!"
"What's the matter, Kurt? You also heard what your old coach said: we need to work on the Warblers sex-appeal."
"No Blaine; it's you that don't understand: that woman is deranged!"
Blaine chuckled. How could he be chuckling while Kurt was so furious? Ok, Kurt knew he wasn't as furious as he was scared; but for Blaine he would say it was rage not embarrassment. Blaine held the doorknob of the Warblers' meeting room and turned to Kurt:
"Kurt, she has a point not matter what. Besides, I already called the emergency meeting and they are all waiting for us. Will you join me?"
Kurt sighed and nodded. Blaine gave him a small smirk and opened the door. They walked in and were greeted by all the other Warblers looking curiously at them. Thad cleared his throat and announced the beginning of the emergency meeting. He signed Blaine he could talk.
"Fellow Warblers, me and Kurt ran into Kurt's old coach who is now coaching Aural Intensity. She gave us information that the New Directions are training to be sexy because, apparently, the judges will score extra points for that."
Trent looked uncomfortable in his chair and started adjusting himself in it before asking for permission to talk:
"Excuse me, but isn't that spying? Isn't that wrong? I don't know if I'm comfortable getting advantage of that information..."
Blaine looked at him with the wide eyes he used when trying to make a point:
"But Trent, the other groups we'll be competing against had access to information we didn't. It will be unfair against us. If Kurt didn't know someone at McKinley; the other two groups would have extra punctuations for things we didn't even know were being availed."
Kurt was getting more and more anxious; Blaine had no idea of what Sue Sylvester was capable of and simply wouldn't listen to him. He raised his finger and coughed to catch the attention:
"If I may? Coach Sylvester might be playing tricks on us; she's capable of that. The rumors that she pushed the former coach of Aural Intensity down the stairs are probably true. I know her and what she did to the New Directions. We shouldn't change all of our routine one week before regionals just because of what she said. She may be trying to push us down."
Wes looked at Kurt with a friendly smile:
"Well Kurt, we'll take that into consideration. However, Blaine does have a point: it wouldn't hurt to work on the Warblers' sex-appeal, just in cases."
David gave them a smirk:
"I'd suggest we try an impromptu presentation for the girls of our sister school Crawford Country Day."
Thad tried to restore the order:
"Very well, all in favor of the impromptu performance please raise your hands."
He gave a look around and saw that almost all the Warblers had their hands raised. Wes hit his gavel:
"It's decided then. If no one opposes, I'd suggest Blaine and Kurt get the lead solos of Animal by Neon Trees like they sang on that exercise the other day."
It was settled then, Kurt would do a duet with Blaine while trying to be sexy. Kurt couldn't be more afraid; how would he do that with the guy he was so obviously in love with? He surely was trying to seduce Blaine, but let's be honest; he couldn't do that in front of all the Warblers while performing for a bunch of hormonal teenager girls that would be as wooed by Blaine as him. Blaine approached him with a puzzled look:
"Everything alright?"
"It's fine; I just don't like to be outvoted."
With both they knew were true. Blaine smirked at him:
"Come on; we have lots to practice."
Kurt shrugged and nodded; following him then.
*
"Kurt! Kurt; wait up!"
Blaine saw his friend turning smiling at him while he ran to caught up with him in the hallway. Kurt teased:
"Wow, where's the fire?"
Blaine grinned:
"No fire; I just figured out how to help you with your sexy faces."
Kurt rolled his eyes and Blaine tried to find a way to convince him:
"Come on; you already pointed out it was rude of me to say you looked like you had gas pain. But let me try to compensate for that. We'll try to practice sexy faces on a mirror and I can give you tips of were to improve."
Kurt seemed unsure and he fidgeted between his feet. Blaine held his shoulder and put on his best smiled:
"Please, give me a chance to be a good friend."
Kurt shook his head laughing:
"Fine Anderson, you get this one. Meet me at my place at four."
Blaine grinned back:
"You won't regret it Hummel. Wait for me at four."
Kurt waved good-bye as they walked in different directions. Blaine didn't see Wes stepping at his side.
"So, Blaine-boy, is this grin about our dear boy Kurt?"
"Cut it off Wes. Yes, I'm happy to hang out with my best friend later and I'm smiling about it."
Wes smirked in his most kinky way:
"Hmmm, hanging out meaning?"
"I just promised Kurt I'd help him with his sexy faces that seemed a little off-hand during our performance of Animal."
Blaine regret saying that the moment the words left his lips; Wes couldn't look happier:
"Wow! That means my boys will get laid tonight? Finally! We need to celebrate..."
Blaine rolled his eyes at him:
"I won't even dignify your question with an answer. Have a good day Wes."
It was even worse to walk away from Wes; the boy just decided to shout his answer at Blaine:
"Just be sure to use protection."
Some of the students around them started laughing and Blaine could do nothing but blush.
*
Kurt stood there nervously rubbing his hands against each other while he paced around. Blaine looked at him with a calm face:
"Kurt, I'm not leaving. Let's talk."
Couldn't Blaine see how uncomfortable he was? He had already told Blaine that he didn't like to think about those things but the boy insisted and now just wouldn't leave. Kurt could feel his cheeks getting redder and redder. He looked at Blaine with pleading eyes:
"Please Blaine, just leave. You're disrespecting me now."
Blaine sighed and put down his head but no mention of getting up at all. Kurt watched him anxiously waiting for an answer. Blaine looked straight into his eyes:
"Kurt, you need to know. It's nothing like you can avoid it forever..."
Kurt interrupted him:
"Yes I can! Now go!"
Blaine got up but walked towards Kurt:
"Kurt please! You need to be prepared. I can be risky for you to..."
Kurt put his fingers in his ears and started singing out loud. Blaine sighed in exasperation and then started to try to speak louder than Kurt. Kurt would raise his voice even louder until Blaine grabbed his arms and pulled them away from his head:
"Fine Kurt; you won! If you don't want to talk about it with me I won't insist. I just want you to know that I am your friend and I really care about you. I think that qualifies me as the better person for you to talk about that kind of thing; but if you don't want to talk to me I just beg you to talk to someone. Or to look it up on the internet. Just please, please Kurt, protect yourself. I'm leaving now."
Kurt watched in shock as Blaine let go of his arms and walked out of the door. He sat on his bed and started looking around still trying to process all that had happened. He saw Pavarotti and addressed to the bird:
"Have you seen that, Pav? He thinks he's the best person for me to talk about that stuff. Can't he see how inappropriate this is? Can't he remember I told him I had feelings for him? In my book, that qualifies him as the last person I want to talk about that stuff."
*
Blaine was furious as he let himself out of the Hummel's house. Kurt had been totally inflexible. Couldn't he see that Blaine worried about him? Kurt didn't know the first thing about sex and seemed that he wouldn't search to know more.
What if some guy tried to take advantage of Kurt? Of his Kurt. Well, not actually his Kurt; but he was Kurt's best friend and Kurt seemed so fragile. The thought of someone taking advantage of Kurt; of someone taking him to do things he would regret latter... it was just unimaginable to Blaine. He knew it would be his fault if something like that ever happened to Kurt. Kurt would be the perfect prey; just so kind and innocent. Blaine would never be able to forgive himself if something happened to Kurt and he hasn't done anything. At least tried.
His issue was that he knew there was a problem: he knew Kurt could fell into some wrongdoer trap and Blaine had to do something to make Kurt informed about the risks he was under. But how to make Kurt listen? It had been proved that Kurt wouldn't listen to Blaine, his best friend; who else would Kurt listen to?
Burt! Kurt's father was the only other person Kurt would listen. Blaine had to warn Burt of the risks Kurt was under. It would be the most awkward conversation in Blaine's life but he had to do it. For Kurt's sake he would man up and go talk to Burt in the tire shop.
*
This had been the most embarrassing conversation Kurt was ever in. Surely his father was okay with his sexuality; but Kurt could never imagine that his father would step so out of his comfort zone to educate himself about gay sex. Kurt had suggested it once but he never dreamed his dad would actually do it. It was for things like that and for others that Burt was the best dad in the world and why Kurt loved him so dearly.
Although he appreciated his father gesture; he still was uncomfortable reading about that stuff. Maybe Blaine was right; maybe he needed to also educate himself. However, those pictures (even if not that graphic or pornographic for coming from a pamphlet of the health clinic) still made him blush and be uncomfortable. He was glad he had his dad to go to if he had doubt, but the picture of his dad seeing that and knowing he would also see it made Kurt redder than a tomato.
Did people actually do that? He imagined that gay sex would be different from straight sex (that he knew a bit more because of movies and TV programs), but did it really give people pleasure to be touched like that? He wasn't sure he would like to be touched like that; or to be seeing in such compromising positions...
Kurt was sure he would be forever a romantic and never someone so interested in sex. He lay back and stared at the ceiling, but it was ineffective because the pictures of what he had just seen continued to run in his brain. Then it began to change to a memory in that same room: he remembered how it felt good that day when Blaine had hugged him while drunk and asleep. The feeling of Blaine's skin against his and the warmth of Blaine's body gave Kurt an electric feel. He imagined how it would feel to be kissed by Blaine; to be hugged by Blaine in an intimate way; to feel his skin against his; Blaine naked body... STOP! Oh no, Kurt! You are NOT imagining your best friend naked!
But he was and after the first image more came after; mixing the figures in the pamphlets with Kurt and Blaine's naked bodies. Kurt couldn't believe he was having sexual fantasies about him and his best friend. He tried to think about anything else, but naked Blaine found a way of coming back to Kurt's mind. Kurt hid his head on the pillow and used all his forces to think about dead puppies or something like that.
*
"Hey Kurt, care for joining me for coffee at the Lima Bean?"
Kurt wasn't making eye contact as he answered Blaine:
"Thanks Blaine but I have lots of homework today. I'm going straight home."
Kurt still didn't look at him as he turned around and walked towards the parking lot. Blaine was confused of why Kurt was avoiding him today. They had talked about the conversation in Kurt's place through messages and Kurt was in his normal self and even making jokes. However, Blaine had barely seen him all day and whenever they met Kurt was always running elsewhere.
Maybe that was really because of homework. Blaine had spent a great amount of time in the library this week. He had joined Wes there after Kurt's last rushed leave and was having trouble concentrating on the Civil War. He wouldn't rest until he knew why Kurt was odd.
Thinking about Kurt had been a crescent in his life. He would remember Kurt in the most unusual hours. But it was normal wanting to spend time with his best friend and remembering their inside jokes once in a while, right? Even, from time to time, it still would be normal if he checked Kurt's ass out... He was gay after all, wasn't he?
Wes sneezed catching Blaine's attention. For this moment, he couldn't be more thankful that Wes couldn't read minds.