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Title: A Part of Your ~WOOOOOOORLD
for: oddsplodge
summary: Blaine covers Disney songs on youtube. Kurt thinks it's adorable.
warnings: crack. Disney. More of my OCs. mild flirting. Curly haired!Blaine (he is like my kryptonite, so I warn for it)
rating: PG

Kurt knocked on the dorm door and let himself into Blaine's shared room.
Wes was away at a Krav Maga tournament, and had taken David with him, because it was entirely possible that they physically unable to be parted for more than eight hours, leaving Blaine to enjoy the quiet.

Or so Kurt had thought.

"...I want to be..." Blaine crooned into a microphone, "A part of your world."

He gave a last strum across the guitar, and Pratik nodded, stopping the recording.

"Sounded good." said the Indian boy quietly. "I'll dub in my bass, and then I'll upload it for you. Usual account?"

"Thanks, Pratik." Blaine clapped him on the shoulder, "I appreciate it."

Pratik shrugged, "It's more fun than listening to Harry and Ben talk about how much they love tea and David Tennant."

"Blaine?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh!" Blaine turned around and grinned at his boyfriend, "Hey Kurt!"

"What are you doing?" Kurt moved out of the way as Pratik began to coil up cords and shut down the tin foil surrounded lights that had been providing extra lighting.

"I like Disney. Pratik likes practicing recording for Team/Blue so he can get the levels right and everything. Youtube seems to like me. It all works out." Blaine shrugged, and Kurt smiled.

"You are such a dork."

"You love me anyway," Blaine said confidently, and smiled a particularly charming smile.

"Well, I certainly like the lack of product in your hair," Kurt said, running a hand through Blaine's curls.

"I am a soulful indie musician." Blaine said indignantly.

"You sing Disney songs to the internet."

"That's soulful," Blaine grinned, and put down his guitar, "and what kind of hello is this, anyway? I haven't seen you in forever."

"Three days, Blaine," Kurt rolled his eyes, but hugged him tightly.

"As I said. Forever."

Pratik finished doing up his hard case full of tech stuff, and nodded to Blaine on his way out.

"Nest week, Mulan?" he asked.

Blaine nodded.

"I'll Make A Man Out Of You."

Kurt kissed him on the cheek, "You're hilarious when you're a soulful indie musician."

"I try."

Title: Boy got Rythm
for: triplingkin
summary: The Warblers discover Kurt's Single Ladies Dance. And There Is Much Rejoicing.
warnings: crack. OCS 4EVA, BB. Childish behaviour. No boykissing.
rating: PG

I think I'm in love," Jim said, as the video ended.

"For the last time, Jim. Blaine saw him first." Wes said, rolling his eyes.

"Play it again! Play it again!" David bounced in his seat, "I want to see it again!"

Pratik, with his ever present guitar, was already picking out an arpeggio happily, and Harry nodded begrudgingly.

"It's nothing amazing, but if it'll make you happy."

"Beyonce is a goddess, Harry." Jim said, as sternly as his stereotypically 'flaming' voice would go, "And you should be glad to see her work at all."

"She's no David Bowie." Harry pouted, crossing his arms.

"But they are equally fond of catsuits," Pratik said meditatively.

"Again?" David asked Wes.

"Are we agreed?" Wes looked around.

"We're agreed," Harry nodded.

"Blaine?" David asked, "Are we agreed?"

Blaine was still staring at the finished youtube video, mouth slightly open.

"Blaine?"

"Trust me, David. He wants to see it again." Wes said kindly, and hit the replay button.

"Yay! Again!" David cheered.

Title: Eavesdropping Does Not Pay Off
for: celemie
summary: Blaine and Kurt make out. Liam, David and Wes chose a bad place to spy from. Eric is irritated that Liam missed his not-date.
warnings: crack. OCs. Childish behaviour. Eric. MAKING OUT.
rating: 15 (for make outs)

"This was not well thought out," Wes admitted, sinking down into a crouch.

"You think?" David hissed sarcastically.

"What do we do now? They're gonna be there until someone interrupts them." Liam said glumly, from his position sitting against the wall with his head tucked into his knees.

"Oh, yes, David, I agree, we should spy on Kurt and Blaine's date," David said in a high pitched voice, "Good job on that not letting me be stupid thing."

"You were the one who suggested we hide behind the curtains." Wes retaliated, "Who hides behind curtains?"

"We do, apparently." said Liam, "Why am I even here?"

"We needed someone really tall to help put up the curtain poles," David reminded him.

"I am never helping you again." he said fervantly.

Wes smiled, looking nostalgic, "You remember when Blaine used to say that?"

"Oh yes. Those old, good, innocent days when Blaine used to have a crush on me and hung out with us, rather than making out on the couch with strange boys."

"Kurt isn't a strange boy."

"He's still making out with him on the couch."

"The couch blocking our way out." Liam reminded them.

"It's not our fault they chose that couch!" David said hotly, still whispering.

"Please. That's the make out couch. Everyone knows that," Liam rolled his eyes.

"Is that like the slow motion hallway?"

"For the last time, Davey, there is no slow motion hallway," Wes said in exasperation.

"Just because you don't notice it doesn't mean it's not there. It's like having spinach in your teeth." David said wisely.

"So anyway, we're stuck here until a pair of highly repressed teenagers who have flirting with each other for the last three months decide to stop making out?" Liam asked.

"Pretty much." Wes nodded.

"Oh, well, in that case, when I die of old age, give Pratik my baseball, Harry my CDs, and the rest to Eric."

"Nothing for us?" David pouted. Wes gave Liam his best puppy dog eyes.

"You're the ones who got me into this." Liam scowled, "so no."

"Liam, you are going to be late for our viewing of the cult musical classic The Rocky Horror Show."

"I know, Eric, I'm trapped behind a curtain." Liam said absently, tweaking the edge of the curtain, "...and that was way more than I wanted to know about Blaine's under the shirt maneuvers."

"I am not impressed, Liam. You promised." Eric said sulkily.

"Sorry, Eric. Wait, Eric, how did you get here?" Liam asked.

"Air ducts." Eric said succinctly, "So, what are we watching."

"Live action soft core gay porn," David replied.

"Not as much fun as Rocky Horror, but I can see the appeal," Eric said, peeking out around the curtain, "Can we go now?"

"And how are we supposed to get out, genius?" Wes asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Air ducts." Eric replied, "Come on, Liam, you can use my spare harness."

Liam grinned, "You're the best, Eric."

"I am, aren't I?" Eric preened, and buckled Liam into the harness.

"Any other spare harnesses, perchance, Eric?" David asked, absently watching Blaine suck a line of hickies down Kurt's throat.

"Only the one. And it's for Liam. We have to go now, we'll be late." Eric said, and helped Liam up into the air vent.

"Have fun on your date!" Wes hissed.

"Enjoy your gay porn," Liam grinned back, and the two boys disappeared into the air vent.

"Goddamn." Wes sulked, stealing Liam's seat.

"Hey, Wes?"

"Hmm?"

"Is it wrong that I'm finding this kind of hot?"

Wes sighed heavily.

"I am not answering that question. Do me the same courtesy I do you, and doubt your sexuality privately please."

Blaine looked up from his position, halfway down Kurt's chest, shirt unbuttoned, tie loose and slacks open, "Did you hear something?"

Kurt moaned in frustration, "No. No you didn't." he pushed at Blaine's head, "More making out, less...no, no don't stand up."

Blaine paused, halfway to pushing off of the couch.

"I could have sworn I hear something."

"It doesn't matter," Kurt said fiercely, "Come back here and kiss me!"

"I'm just going to get up and-" Blaine tried to get up again, and Kurt grabbed him with both legs and arms and rolled over on him. As the couch was quite narrow, this lead to them being on the floor, Kurt lying on top of Blaine with their legs tangled. Kurt laughed a little and sat up, resting his hands on either side of Blaine's face.

Blaine grinned at the picture presented to him:

Kurt, his face flushed prettily, shirt hanging open to frame a chest reddened by hickies and delicate biting, hovering over Blaine.

"It's nothing. Hurry up and kiss me again."

"Yes sir." Blaine said enthusiastically, and wrapped his legs around Kurt's hips.

"Uhn." Kurt said intelligently, and Blaine pulled him down and kissed him again, completely ignoring what might have been a groan of dismay coming from behind the thick, dark curtains that framed the window behind them.

-FIN-

По-моему, я жуткий слэшер и уже схожу с ума. =_=