Give It All Up For Me

Silly Love *Part Two*

Blaine stuck his tongue out at Kurt.

Kurt: How do you have friends? You act like a 7 year-old.

Blaine:  At Least I don't act like a 40-year old. You're uptight.

Kurt gasped.

Kurt: Am not! I can be fun! And funny!

Blaine: Funny looking.

Kurt: Really? Couldn't think of anything else?

Blaine: Fine. You look like your face caught on fire and someone tried to put it out with a fork. Satisfied?

Kurt shoved him, not too hard, but hard enough.

Blaine: Woah Hummel! When did you get so not weak?

Kurt smirked.

Kurt: Very funny. I used to be on the football team and-

Blaine: Woah, woah woah- hold it. What did you say?

Kurt: Football team? 

Blaine: You? YOU? On a football team? Were you the waterboy or something?

Kurt: No, I was the kicker.

Blaine: Did they lose that season?

Kurt chuckled.

Kurt: No, they won. Because of ME! I score the winning touchdown.

Blaine looked horrified.

Kurt: What?

Blaine: I never thought that you would cheat..

Kurt shoved Blaine again.

Kurt: Hey! Have a little faith in me. I won mostly because I was dancing to "Single Ladies", but a win is a win!

Blaine: Ohh, that explains it. I knew you couldn't be that good.

Kurt shoved him again. Blaine shoved him back.

Blaine: Enough of the shoving!

Kurt: Enough of the insults!

Blaine: You do realize that we sound like kids, right?

Kurt remained silent.

Blaine: Embarrassed, Beyonce?

Kurt's face flustered.

Kurt: You don't have to be so mean.

Blaine: Sorry... I just didn't think that football or sports or things that involved physical activity-

Kurt shot him a glare.

Blaine: Okay, let me rephrase that. I just didn't think that sports were your thing. But you must be great at it, since you're perfect at everything at else.

Kurt smiled, his face softning. 

Blaine started thinking and blushing.  "Did I just say that out loud?"

 "You think I'm perfect?" Kurt said soflty, with a straight face. Blaine coughed.

Blaine: Umm... What I meant was your great at dancing and singing and stuff so that makes sense that you're good at football, most football players take ballet...

Blaine trailed off.

Kurt: But you never heard me sing, or seen me dance.

Blaine's eyes widened. "God, he sounds like an angel. Why can't it stop? I don't like him that way, it will NEVER happen!" He thought.

Blaine: Well I just assume since you're in Glee club and yeahh..

Kurt: Oh.. Well I'm gonna get ready for bed.

Blaine: Gonna take a shower?

Kurt: M'hmm

Blaine: Okay, I'll wait for you to be done then I'll go.

Kurt: Okay.

*15 minutes later*

Kurt: Shit! I forgot my shirt! 

Blaine: Everything all right in there?

Kurt: Umm.. yes, everything's peachy!

Blaine: Okay then.

Blaine mumbled something.  "And I thought he was weird before."

Kurt put on his bottom flannel pajamas and opened the door to get his shirt. He was blushing the whole time. Luckily, Blaine wasn't paying attention. At first. He looked away from the T.V. thinking that Kurt was done and saw Kurt. Shirtless.

Blaine: What the???

Kurt blushed even more. He grabbed the shirt and ran inside the bathroom, leaving Blaine in...pleasure.?

Blaine started thinking about Kurt shirtless. "Sweet mother of Jesus, He was so... so.. so beautiful. And those abs..... But there was something else... I swear I saw a scar... I'll ask about it later.."

A picture of Kurt shirtless stayed in Blaine's mind for awhile.

 "Everything was perfect. Especially him... Wait, Does this mean, I-I-I like hi-him?" Blaine thought again.

Kurt came back and interrupted Blaine's thoughts.

Kurt mumbled.  "You can shower now."

He dug his face in a Vogue magazine, clearly still embarrassed. Blaine just nodded. This was going to be an interesting night.