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Dec. 24th, 2010 | 06:48 am

Title: The Boy Is Mine
Author: heartsasmagnets 
Rating: PG-13 (a few swears and some boy!kissing)
Word Count: 2000
Spoilers: Kind of everything? Kind of nothing? Blaine exists.
Summary: Kurt wins a bet and gets to make Blaine do whatever he wants - all day.
Notes: This is the fulfillment of this prompt.


He’s not sure how he manages to lose the bet he made with Kurt. To be honest, he barely remembers what it was about. It was a few months ago now, fairly soon after Kurt transferred, and he’s pretty sure it was about something completely insignificant.

“A deal is a deal,” Blaine concedes. “I’m nothing if not a man of my word. I’m at your will for the day.” The gigantic, devious grin on Kurt’s face is not comforting to Blaine – not at all. He trusts Kurt implicitly, but giving him this kind of power is dangerous. “So, what are you going to make me do? Shine your uniform shoes? Braid your hair? Listen to your Britney Spears album collection? Clean out Pavarotti’s cage?”

Kurt shakes his head, still smiling. “Nothing like that, but right now, I have to work on my French homework.  I’m going to have to reap my rewards later.”

“Oh,” Blaine sighs, surprisingly a little disappointed that Kurt doesn’t have something planned. It’s no fun to be someone’s servant for the day when they don’t at least play along.

“Actually, would you help me?”

Blaine lights up. “Is that a demand or just a request?”

“Would the answer be any different?”

He grins. They both know the answer to that. He plops down on the couch and bumps Kurt’s shoulder with his own. “What are you working on?” He asks, looking down at the textbook on the coffee table.

Blaine explains the subjunctive to Kurt. He covers his mouth with his hand to hide a laugh when Kurt accidentally uses the wrong words and asks him something rather inappropriate that he wouldn’t repeat in polite company. He begins to apologize for laughing, but when Kurt realizes his mistake he’s laughing right along with him. Blaine teaches him a few vocab words that aren’t even in the textbook, just so he doesn’t accidentally get himself into that situation again.

They have more fun than they’ve had in a long time. They study until the bell for first period rings and then they go their separate ways.


Kurt is waiting outside of Blaine’s fourth period Trig class when the dismissal bell rings.

“Hey,” he smiles, surprised and glad to see Kurt. “What are you doing here?” They slowly start to walk down the hall, toward nowhere in particular.

“I’m here to make my first official request,” Kurt exclaims, noticeably tightening his grip on the books in his arms.

“Oh yeah?” Blaine cocks one pointy eyebrow in interest. “And what would that be?”

“I need a Triple Vanilla Latte and you’re buying me one.”

Blaine briefly considers protesting spending money on this bet, but quickly decides that fair is fair and he could go for some caffeine himself. “Done,” he agrees (not that he really has a choice) and they head for the commissary.

The delighted noise that Kurt makes when Blaine hands him a steaming hot cup of his favorite beverage makes it worth the nearly five dollars he just spent. Kurt closes his eyes and inhales the aroma.

“Okay,” Kurt exhales, opening his eyes once more. “Bye.” He walks away, leaving Blaine standing there all alone by the coffee counter.

“But Kurt,” he sputters, shouting after him. “It’s free period!”

He considers running to catch up with him, demanding that they spend free period together, especially after he bought him coffee. But he doesn’t. He picks up his own coffee and sits down at a table, moping and tapping his pen against the table.

He zones out at some point but is yanked out of his trance when Wes and David sit down across from him.

“What this?” Wes asks, trying the grab the notebook that Blaine doesn’t even remember opening. Luckily, Blaine’s quicker and slaps it closed and holds it to his chest.


Wes and David exchange a look that says they believe otherwise.

“Come on,” David says, tapping him on the shoulder. “Don’t wanna be late for English. You know how Ms. Neidermeyer gets.” The pair leaves and Blaine takes a moment to allow them a safe distance away before he opens the notebook to see what he’d been mindlessly scribbling.

Scrawled among several French vocab words from earlier this morning are a few hearts – each one containing Kurt’s name. He covers his eyes. He’s not even sure how it happened or why he’d be drawing hearts around Kurt’s name when they’re just friends, but unfortunately for him, there’s a good chance that Wes and David got a decent look at said hearts.


After Warbler practice, Kurt makes Blaine drive him to the mall to pick out a new pair of boots.

Shopping doesn’t really bother Blaine and Kurt is running out of time to torture him by making him do any number of embarrassing things that people who win bets make the losers do. If Kurt wants to waste his time, he’s fine with that – relieved even – so he shrugs and drives them.

“What about these?” Kurt asks, staring at his reflection in the dressing room mirror. He shuffles his feet a bit, looking at them from every angle. The boots are a blood red color that Blaine would never even consider wearing, like ever, but somehow they work on Kurt.

“What would you wear them with?” Blaine asks.

“Are you sure you aren’t straight?” Kurt laughs, whirling around to face him. “It’s a good thing you wear a uniform most of the time. I swear. These are boots that you plan an outfit around.”

“Uniforms do make everything easier,” he agrees, standing and strolling over to stand behind Kurt; their reflections now both visible in the mirror. “But these look good on you.”

He finds that his hands have mysteriously made their way to Kurt’s waist. Startled, he immediately removes his hands and backs away.

“Uh, are you ready to go then?” He asks, running a hand through his hair.

With his back turned, Blaine doesn’t see the excited smile develop on Kurt’s face. “Not just yet. Try these on.”

Blaine inhales sharply. Oh god. He turns to see Kurt holding out a pair of gray pants and a dark blue sweater on hangers.

He rolls his eyes, but complies. He’s finding it particularly hard to be around Kurt today.

He emerges from the dressing room wearing both articles of clothing and feigns a smile at Kurt. It’s not that they don’t look good – actually they look quite good together – but he’s afraid of what’s going to happen next.

He’s trying his best not to let on that something’s different, that he suddenly wants to touch Kurt in ways outside of the usual, that he finds himself wanting to spend all of his time with Kurt, and that he’s still just a little bit mad that he ran away during free period today.

“Even better than I expected,” Kurt exclaims, eyeing him up and down before tugging slightly on the bottom of the sweater. A shiver runs up Blaine’s spine as Kurt’s fingers brush his hips. “I know they say clothes make the man –”

Kurt doesn’t finish the sentence. Blaine wishes he would. They make their purchases and drive back to Dalton.

The car ride is decidedly more silent than usual. He feels like he doesn’t even know how to be around Kurt anymore. But despite the awkwardness, – which he’s fairly sure he’s making up in his head – he wants to be around Kurt really, really badly. More than ever before.


“Well, thanks for the ride,” Kurt says, briefly touching Blaine’s arm as they arrive back at the dorm and in front of Kurt’s door. “Goodnight.”

“Wait, that’s it?” Blaine asks, finally unable to hold it in anymore. “I can’t take it, Kurt. The suspense is killing me. When are you going to make me do something horrible or embarrassing? I lost a bet remember? You’re supposed to be making me sing a song with my pants around my ankles in the commons or I don’t know something! Not just make me buy you stuff and chauffeur you around.”

Kurt laughs silently and tips his head down, looking at the ground. He sets down his shopping bag and looks back up at Blaine.

“Kiss me.”

Instantly, there are what feels like a billion cracked-out butterflies doing aerial acrobatics in his stomach. He shakes his head, sure he’s hallucinating. “I’m sorry?” Blaine asks for clarification. He and Kurt are just friends. It’s just his hormone-filled brain playing tricks on him.

Kurt doesn’t break eye contact, nor does his expression change. He’s dead serious. “You heard me.”

He takes a wobbly step forward and carefully reaches for Kurt’s waist. His hands are shaking. “Is this an official request?”

“It’s a demand,” Kurt clarifies. “But, would the answer be any different?”

Blaine shakes his head. “Absolutely not.”

Not willing to waste another second, he pushes Kurt roughly up against his door and kisses him with more passion than he ever expected he had in him. He wants this so bad and he isn’t going to over think what it means or if Kurt is just messing with him or what will happen afterward.

He tightens his grip, wrapping his arms all the way around him and pulling him close. He feels Kurt’s arms around his neck and he groans into Kurt’s mouth. He introduces a little tongue, just to see if Kurt will respond and he does, running his own across Blaine’s.

Fuck, this feels good. But he knows they are in the hallway and should probably stop before they attract a crowd. He pulls away slowly, pressing peck after peck on his lips. Completely letting go of Kurt is the hardest thing he’s done in a long, long time. He clears his throat and just looks at Kurt, who bites at his lip in what Blaine thinks is the sexiest way ever.

Kurt doesn’t say anything but takes his hand and leads him inside his room.

“This was all part of your evil plan, wasn’t it?” Blaine asks when Kurt turns the tables and pushes him against the other side of the door, this time away from prying eyes. “Act like a little tease until I can’t even deal with it anymore? I’ve gotta say, you’ve got talent.”

“I told you I was planning to reap my rewards. I’m just glad it worked.” Kurt laughed, kissing him softly. “You know, I had planned on making you sing, ‘The Boy Is Mine’ in the commissary, but I thought that might be too obvious.”

“Are you? Mine -- that is?” He asks timidly, lifting a hand to caress Kurt’s cheek with his thumb.

 “If you want me to be,” Kurt answers. “And after all the trouble I went to playing hard to get and flirting, I sure as hell hope you do.”

“I thought I was going crazy today. Every little thing you did was sexy and I was starting to worry that I’d developed a very dangerous, unrequited attraction.”

“I knew it was there,” Kurt replies calmly, running a hand through his hair. “I just had to get you to see it. Now, are we going to talk or kiss?”

He answers Kurt’s question by pressing their lips together once again and daring to reach up underneath Kurt’s shirt. “You are so mine,” Blaine nearly growls. He thinks he can definitely, definitely get used to this.


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Yun Chen

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from: hoshi1989
date: Dec. 24th, 2010 12:56 pm (UTC)

love it


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from: naderegen
date: Dec. 24th, 2010 01:01 pm (UTC)

KURT, you tease!
... I could totally see him doing something like this though, haha.

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from: kk_wannabe
date: Dec. 24th, 2010 01:17 pm (UTC)

nghhhhhhh. love your icon!!!! looks like theyre about to kiss!

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six parts gin to one part ruin

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from: hazyjayne
date: Dec. 24th, 2010 01:26 pm (UTC)

Bwhahahaha - nicely played!

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from: caitylin1712
date: Dec. 24th, 2010 02:04 pm (UTC)

So much love for this!!! <3

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from: storywriter84
date: Dec. 24th, 2010 02:10 pm (UTC)

Aww! That was great.

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lucie caboosie

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from: whenidance
date: Dec. 24th, 2010 02:54 pm (UTC)

Yes. ♥ Kurt would sooo do this!,

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from: milodrums
date: Dec. 24th, 2010 04:22 pm (UTC)


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from: celemie
date: Dec. 24th, 2010 04:59 pm (UTC)


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from: luckiest_loser
date: Dec. 24th, 2010 06:14 pm (UTC)

ohhh yayy! i absolutely loved this!! :D esp the end!!

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insomniac #7

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from: heyjessiex
date: Dec. 24th, 2010 06:25 pm (UTC)

This fic is amazing, I can totally see Kurt doing this. xD

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Luna Rose

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from: eowyn_rain
date: Dec. 24th, 2010 06:44 pm (UTC)


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from: maplelump
date: Dec. 24th, 2010 07:15 pm (UTC)


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from: eratko
date: Dec. 24th, 2010 08:22 pm (UTC)

It was so great! Loved it!
Kurt's master plan :D <3

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from: panbutnotpeter
date: Dec. 24th, 2010 08:51 pm (UTC)

Blaine mindlessly drawing hearts around Kurt's name! I'm still giggling at the adorkable silliness of that. So precious.

This is all really, really cute. Loved Kurt driving Blaine crazy.

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