His Perfect Partner (28/?)
Rating: NC-17 overall (PG-13 this chapter)
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, with appearances by Burt/Carole, Tina/Mike, Mercedes/Sam, Brittany/Santana, Rachel/Finn
Spoilers: None, but assume that anything through Season Three is fair game for inspiration.
Word Count: 2264
Summary: After five disappointing seasons on the show, professional dancer Kurt Hummel finally has his chance at ballroom glory. With actress and fan favorite Kim Schrodinger as his partner, Kurt vows to channel all his focus into winning that mirrorball trophy - distractions, including men, be damned. Enter Blaine Anderson, a gorgeous, confusing pop star who may turn out to be the biggest distraction of them all.
In This Chapter: Rehearsals continue until Kim decides everyone needs a karaoke intervention.
Author's Note: This is a Dancing with the Stars/Glee crossover AU, in which Kurt grew up dancing and became a professional on the show in his mid-twenties, and Blaine is a pop star with a very private private life. Other familiar Glee faces, some actual DWTS pros, and a couple of OCs appear to round out the cast of characters. For the summer, I'm posting once a week on Thursdays, so that I can keep up with real life things! I have a master glee post here, or follow my bff's tumblr for updates and some fun multi-media extras that will go along with many chapters. Thanks to samzgurl, wintercreek, and gypsyangel25 for the beta as well as for general cheer-leading and fun times.
“I am the queen of the party planners!” Kim announced when she came back from a fifteen-minute rehearsal break on Friday afternoon.
“Excuse me?” Kurt looked up from the floor where he had sprawled out for a cat nap. He still had at least sixty seconds left, and he didn’t like being interrupted.
“In the matter of two hours, I’ve managed to secure us our very own karaoke lounge for a cast and crew party tonight,” she crowed.
“You did? Were you doing this with Jedi mind tricks or something? Because I’m pretty sure you’ve been here rehearsing with me for most of that time.”
“I love having an assistant,” Kim said, by way of an answer. “Santana may have helped a little too.”
“Oh dear god help us all,” Kurt replied. “And that’s saying a lot, since I don’t believe in any deities.”
“Hush, you.” Kim reached down and hauled Kurt to his feet so they could get back to work. “It’ll be fun. A little drinking, a little dancing, a little singing…”
“Alcohol, microphones, and a bunch of competitive people,” Kurt said, shaking his head. “Whatever could go wrong?”
“That’s the spirit!” Kim said, twirling once before she settled into Kurt’s arms. “Now drag me through this foxtrot again before it’s party time.”
They worked well into the early evening, only breaking when Grant and the kids showed up with dinner for them both. Blaine wandered in with his own dinner a few minutes later, Bitsy in tow, and they spread out across the studio floor in a happy jumble. Once they’d finished eating, Molly insisted on doing Bitsy’s hair while Jake watched from Kurt’s lap. Blaine sat down next to them, his back against the wall, and Kurt leaned into him gratefully. It had been a long day, and he wasn’t sure how he’d stay awake and attentive for a party.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Blaine murmured, his lips pressed lightly to Kurt’s temple. “Need a nap before the festivities?”
“Mmmhm.” Kurt snuggled closer, resolutely ignoring the loud “Awwww!” Kim aimed in their direction. On Kurt’s lap, Jake shifted so that he could rest his head on Kurt’s shoulder.
The three of them drifted for a while, listening to the talk and laughter around them. At one point, Kurt thought he saw the flash of a camera, but he couldn’t be bothered to tell Kim to knock it off. Kurt didn’t open his eyes until he felt Jake being lifted from his lap, and he roused himself enough to notice Kim standing in front of him.
“Go home and make yourself presentable, sleepyhead,” Kim said to Kurt, stroking Jake’s back as he settled against her. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”
“Ok,” Kurt said, sitting up. Next to him, Blaine made a soft noise of discontent. Kim smiled at them both before turning toward the door with her family. Bitsy left with them, leaving Kurt and Blaine alone in the studio.
“Don’t wanna get up,” Blaine said, sliding down so that his head was now in Kurt’s lap.
“But if we go now, we can nap in a proper bed for a while before we have to get ready. You can be a crazy octopus snuggler and everything,” Kurt said. He ran his hand lightly over Blaine’s hair before urging him upright.
“You have the best ideas,” Blaine said, swaying slightly once they both got to their feet. He latched back onto Kurt, tucking his forehead against Kurt’s neck, as they walked slowly toward the door.
“Blaine, honey, this is not the easiest way to walk. Can you save it until we get back to my place?” Kurt asked, unwinding Blaine’s arms from around his waist. Blaine pouted but complied.
The drive was mercifully quick, and Kurt barely had time to set an alarm before Blaine was pulling him down on the bed, ready for their nap. Blaine fell asleep easily, his head pillowed on Kurt’s chest, but Kurt stayed awake, savoring the quiet and closeness. Their lives were so busy right now, with the show and all its demands, and as much as Kurt loved the excitement of it all, he was looking forward to simple moments he could share with Blaine once it was all over.
They talked sometimes, in the car or over a meal, about the things they would do after the show. Blaine would ramble on, painting a picture of a dish or a view or a sound that he wanted to share with Kurt, and Kurt would respond with a story about the people and places that had made him who he was. In those moments, Kurt could feel himself unfolding, letting Blaine know him in a way that few people ever did. He wanted that – the closeness, the honesty – even while it scared him a little. Blaine would be so easy to love. Kurt hoped that he could do so in the way that Blaine deserved.
Kurt didn’t remember falling asleep, but he woke some time later to Blaine singing in the shower. The happy sound made him smile. He got up and let himself into the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. Blaine didn’t notice he had company until Kurt was stepping into the shower, but instead of being startled he just gave Kurt a flirty glance over his shoulder and kept singing.
“Tom Jones in the shower, Blaine? Really?” Kurt asked. Blaine shrugged and shook his hips as he wrapped up the song. As soon as he finished, he turned and pulled Kurt close in a soapy hug.
“I performed it on tour once. The fans loved it,” Blaine said.
“Please tell me you were wearing pants at the time. Not that a private, pants-free performance is ever a bad thing, but clothes in public are usually a good idea,” Kurt said.
“You’re no fun,” Blaine pouted, beginning to hum and sway a little in a way that was thoroughly distracting when they were pressed this close together.
“On the contrary, I’m a whole lot of fun. I’d just hate to see you arrested for public indecency, when private indecency is just as rewarding.” Kurt leaned in to kiss down the side of Blaine’s neck.
“Mmmmm, ok. Point to you. Just keep doing that,” Blaine said.
“But Blaine.” Kurt paused to flutter his lashes obnoxiously. “We have a party to get to.”
“Allow me to demonstrate all the ways in which I do not care,” Blaine said, turning to capture Kurt’s lips. At the same time, he ran his hands down the length of Kurt’s back, settling them at Kurt’s waist.
“You’re a terrible influence,” Kurt said when they managed to come up for air. “A terrible, delicious, tempting influence. But Kim really will murder me if we don’t show up.”
“I know.” Blaine sighed. “Actually, she’d probably take me out first, considering that I’m the competition. Rain check?”
“Absolutely,” Kurt gave him one more kiss before maneuvering Blaine out of the way so he could wash his hair. As much as Kurt wanted to drag Blaine back to bed now that they were both awake, he knew they could use the frivolity of a night out with their friends. Still… “We don’t have to stay out too late, right?”
“I love the way you think,” Blaine said, giving him a wink as he reached for a towel.
Karaoke with the cast and crew, as it turned out, was a hell of a good time. Despite their best efforts, Kurt and Blaine were late, which drew knowing looks and catcalls from their friends. Santana made a particularly suggestive comment that made Kurt wince, but Blaine just grinned, kissed Kurt noisily on the cheek, and wandered off in search of drinks. Kurt grew more amazed by him every day.
Kurt looked around for Kim, before finally realizing that the awful sound coming from the speakers was Kim, who was up on stage with Bitsy. They were murdering a cover of Pour Some Sugar on Me, which was both hilarious and disturbing. Even Puck, who was standing nearby talking to Mark, looked horrified.
“Weren’t we terrible?” Kim asked cheerfully, once she’d finished performing and made her way down to Kurt.
“You said it,” Kurt replied, kissing her cheek.
“I know! Someone has to bring down the talent level in this crowd. It’s kind of embarrassing.” She gestured to the stage, where Mark and Puck were performing a stellar rendition of Sweet Caroline. Quinn and Lacey were right in front of the stage, singing along and putting together an impromptu dance performance to go along with the song.
“It’s the curse of Hollywood. Everyone’s a double or triple threat,” Kurt said.
“So what about you, Mr. I Rarely Sing in Public? Going to grace us with a song or two?”
“Cedes and I might have something up our sleeves,” Kurt replied, grinning. He wouldn’t usually perform at this sort of thing, but something about having Blaine and Kim there made him want to show off a little. Plus, he couldn’t wait to see the look on Santana’s face.
“Oooooh, yay!” Kim said. She clapped her hands, hopping in place and endangering the drinks Blaine was bringing over for the three of them. She stopped when he called out to her, stealing a beer from him and downing it in one long swallow.
“You’re like a frat boy fairy princess or something,” Kurt said, watching her. “You confuse me.”
“I get that a lot,” she replied, following it up with a burp and a giggle. Kurt didn’t have a response to that, so he took his own drink and sipped at it slowly.
Within a few minutes, Kim had coaxed Blaine away to look at the song choices, so Kurt went in search of Cedes to discuss their plan. Rachel had just commandeered the microphone, and Kurt figured he had a while before he really needed to pay attention.
Sure enough, it took almost twenty minutes for Rachel to get offstage, and that was only after Santana threatened her with bodily harm. Santana then proceeded to serenade Brit with increasingly sexy songs, which Kurt decided had to stop before he got any more visuals he really didn’t need.
“I think it’s time,” Kurt said to Cedes, who was sitting on a stool next to him. Blaine looked at him questioningly, so he brushed a kiss over Blaine’s hair and whispered, “You’ll see. Give us a minute.”
Kurt helped Cedes down and together they made a beeline for the guy running the sound equipment. Santana squawked at them when the telltale horns broke into her song and Kurt strutted past her, winking. Cedes gave him his cue, and he launched into 4 Minutes. Brit, who was right next to the stage, squealed and climbed up next to Kurt, joining him in the choreography they’d done a million times when they’d been goofing around in the studio.
Midway through, Kurt heard a wolf whistle that could only be Kim’s, and he looked up to see Kim and Blaine dancing around near the bar and grinning back at him. Kurt shimmied in their direction to make them laugh, and then launched back into the final verse, turning up his smoldering looks and dance moves. Santana wasn’t the only one who could be borderline inappropriate in public.
The song ended to an enthusiastic round of applause, which only tapered off when some of the crew got up to sing some ridiculous country sing-a-long. Kurt made his way back to the bar, where Blaine was waiting for him.
“Well?” Kurt asked, leaning close to Blaine.
“You’re incredible. I mean, I knew that already, but I swear every day I learn something new about how amazing you are,” Blaine said, his expression warm and earnest.
“I have to keep up with you somehow,” Kurt said, sliding in closer for a kiss. “Now what are you going to sing for me?”
“Well…” Blaine reached one hand up to scratch the back of his neck. “How opposed are you to somewhat inappropriate lyrics? I have a song I need to redeem.”
“I trust you,” Kurt said. “But why do I get the feeling there’s a story that goes along with this one?”
“Because there is. Ask Annie why I never wear anything from the Gap sometime. The story should keep you laughing at my expense for a while,” Blaine said, smiling and shrugging and looking generally adorable.
“I’ll do that. I’m sure she can make time for coffee this weekend, don’t you think?” Kurt asked, laughing when Blaine made a face. “Go. Sing me something inappropriate. It’s only fair, after what Santana’s been up to.”
“True. So, as a prelude to Annie’s story, I’ll just say that the last time I sang this song in public, I was sixteen years old,” Blaine said before he headed to the stage.
Kurt cracked up the minute he recognized the song, and he began trying to figure out how a teenaged Blaine, the Gap, and When I Get You Alone could all come together in the same story. None of the possibilities were good. All of them were hilarious. When Blaine came sheepishly back over to him after the song, Kurt pulled him in close and said, “When I Get You Alone, hm? It was probably wildly inappropriate when you were sixteen, but now I think it’s a pretty brilliant idea.”
As much fun as they were both having, their private after-party was sure to be twice as good. Kurt knew it.