Guilty pleasures - secret-klainer

"Guilty pleasures!" Mr. Schue grinned after underlining the two words on the whiteboard.

"Guilty Pleasures?" Santana frowned, "Okay, I can think of about fifty things that pleasure me, but I'm not guilty about it."

Mr. Schue looked at the girl before choosing to ignore the comment, "Guilty pleasures, by definition are something, such as a film, television programme, or piece of music, that a person enjoys, despite feeling that it is not generally held in high regard."

"Did he seriously memorise the dictionary definition?" Mike whispered to Tina.

"But, this week, to further gel as a group, we're all going to take turns singing either a song, singer or band we feel guilty for liking or even singing about something we're guilty about."

Blaine raised his hand, turning to Rachel who grinned and stood up, "Mr. Schue, I think the fact that I, being the only one in this group who actually wears gel, should get to perform first."

"Of course, Blaine. But don't you need to prepare first-"

"Mr. Schue, I was the one who suggested this week's assignment to you and I told Blaine of this." Rachel turned to grin at the choir teacher, "So, we're going to be performing together."

"And we'll be singing about something we feel guilty for liking, rather than being guilty of liking the song." Blaine added.

"We couldn't feel guilty of it if we tried, after all, we wrote it." Rachel flicked her hair back, Mr. Schue rolling his eyes and moving to sit down.

Blaine bounced on the heels of his feet as he pointed to the band to start playing.

As soon as the short beginning started, Blaine began dancing on the spot, moving his hands and feet around constantly whilst Rachel did the same, not that Blaine could even attempt to concentrate on what she was doing, not when he had so much more to think about.

It came into my dreams last night
A great, big man in red and white.
He told me that it's gonna be
A special year for you and me.

Blaine sang, reaching out his hands in the direction of his best friend who smiled and nodded to the beat.

Underneath the mistletoe
Hold me tight and kiss me slow.
The snow is high so come inside
I wanna hear you say to me!

Blaine clenched his jaw, it would take a lot more to make Kurt understand.

Suddenly Rachel ha sliced closer to him and they were singing the chorus together.

It's a very, very, merry, merry christmas.
Gonna party on 'til Santa grants my wishes.
Got my halo on I know what I want
It's who I'm with.
It's an extraordinary merry christmas!

Blaine laughed, spinning Rachel around in a circle before they both paused, looked at each other, glanced towards their friends and then turned together to face all of them.

It doesn't come as a surprise
Who's been naughty, who's been nice.
There's someone here for everyone
Another year has just begun.
Silent night, not inside
Slaybells ring until the light
Hearts explode, here we go
It's all like they're inside your eyes!

Blaine nodded to Rachel and the pair jumped forward, grabbing the arms of the first people they reached and dragging them out onto the floor, and soon enough they had the whole of the glee club stood on the floor, laughing and dancing around.

It's a very, very, merry, merry christmas.
Gonna party on 'til Santa grants my wishes.
Got my halo on I know what I want
It's who I'm with.
It's an extraordinary merry christmas!

Blaine came up behind Kurt, linking arms with the boy's and skipping the both of them towards the tree where he ducked behind the brightly decorated thing and peeked round the other side, finding Kurt staring at him was an amused expression.

Won't you meet me by the tree?
Slip away so secretly.
Can't you see how this could be?
The greatest gift of all!

Slowly, Blaine stepped around the tree and walked slowly towards Kurt, dragging his feet and ducking his head down so he had to look up at Kurt through his eyes lashes.

It's a very, very, merry, merry christmas.
Gonna stay with you 'til Santa grants my wishes.

Kurt raised both eyebrows at Blaine who simply winked at him before grabbing his hand and pulling him back to the centre where all of their friends were still dancing, most singing along by now, having caught onto the lyrics in the chorus.

Got my halo on I know what I want
It's who I'm with.
It's an extraordinary merry...
very, very, merry, merry christmas!

Blaine bounced up and down with Kurt who knocked his head back and laughed loudly, throwing an arm over Blaine's shoulder. Blaine's stomach flipped over as he smiled dopily up at his best friend who was singing in Mercedes' face, the pair of them passionately shouting the words.

Gonna party on 'til Santa grants my wishes.
Got my halo on I know what I want
It's who I'm with.
It's an extraordinary merry christmas!

Somehow and somewhere along the line, someone had started an echo so now most of the glee club shouted loudly, cupping their hands over their mouths as they sang "even better than the one before" while the rest of them, being Rachel, Blaine, Finn and Mercedes, continued to sing the chorus.

It's a very, very, merry, merry christmas.
It's an extraordinary merry christmas!

The room's occupants erupted into cheering and applause, the laughter could've been heard on the other side of school, if there was anyone else there.

"So, Blaine," Blaine looked over to Mr. Schue when the man said his name, "and Rachel, what is your guilty pleasure?"

Blaine shrugged, the action proving difficult as Kurt still had an arm strewn across his shoulders.

Rachel rolled her eyes fondly at the boy, "This was actually Blaine's guilty pleasure, after i told him of this week's assignment he immediately requested my help, apparently he couldn't do this alone." Blaine bit his lips, looking down at his feet to avoid eye contact, when Blaine didn't answer, Rachel added, "Blaine's guilty pleasure is a person."

Blaine swallowed, glancing up to watch his friends' faces, side glancing at Kurt who was watching him intently, his arm now disappointingly not over Blaine's shoulder and instead hanging limply at his side.

"Tell them, Blaine, or I will." Rachel raised an eyebrow.

"I-" Blaine began, clearing his throat, "I- I can't do this."

Blaine shook his head, shooting an apologetic look to Rachel and Mr. Schue before turning around to leave the room.

Before he could reach the door, a hand had slipped into his own. Blaine glanced down first at their joint hands before looking up to find confused blue eyes staring questioningly at him.

Blaine just shook his head again, shaking the hand off of his own and running out of the door.

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It took no longer than 2 minutes for Blaine to come to a stop, pausing to lean against a locker, letting his head fall against the metal with a loud thump, he closed his eyes.

He stayed like that for a while when he heard footsteps approaching. He stood up quickly, dusted off his jeans and looked to see who it was. Kurt.

The chestnut-haired boy's pace slowed down until he came to a stop in front of Blaine, "Care to explain what happened back there?"

Blaine opened his mouth to talk but nothing came out, he pressed his lips together and shook his head.

"Blaine." Kurt whined, "I'm your best friend, why can't you tell me?"

Blaine finally met the eyes he'd been avoiding, searching the blue orbs for any sign of insincerity and finding none.

"I- well, I sort of have this crush on- on someone."

"That's it? Blaine, that happens to everyone. It's nothing to be guilty about."

"It's-" Blaine's words disappeared and he quickly replaced them, "it's a guy."

"A guy?" Kurt narrowed his eyes, "I thought you weren't gay."

Blaine scuffed his shoe, "Maybe I haven't been entirely honest."

"How could you not tell me something like this? I told you I was gay, I even told you who I like- wait. You don't like Finn, do you?"

"What? No."

"Well, that's good. I mean, I have nothing against Finn, he's a good guy and all but- well, been there, done that, y'know? And trust me, that guy is straight as a ruler- and don't say a bendy ruler- he's as straight as a normal, average ruler. Guys like you and I- screw that, guys in general stand no chance with him and I-"

Blaine stopped listening after Kurt had said Finn. He smiled fondly at the boy's rambling before taking a deep breath and leaning forward, silencing the babbling boy by connecting their lips.

Kurt fell silent immediately and he froze.

Blaine pulled back and closed his eyes tightly, rubbing a hand over his face, "I'm sorry, Kurt. I just- it's you, okay? You're my guilty pleasure- god, that sounds stupid. I'm so sorry, I- I understand if you don't want me to talk to you anymore-"

"Blaine." Blaine finally looked up to find Kurt grinning from ear to ear, "Shut up."

And then he had an arm full of Kurt, the boy throwing both of his arms over Blaine's shoulders this time and squeezing him tight, Blaine turning his head to bury his nose into the crook in Kurt's neck, struggling to keep the big toothy grin that was threatening to come out.

"You know," Kurt heard Blaine say close to his ear, "You're definitely one of my pleasures, but I wouldn't say I'm guilty of it."

Blaine bit his lip to contain his smile, instead whispering, "Kinky."

The pair of them mutually agreed to go back to the choir room, walking back in comfortable silence, their hands linked and swinging between their bodies.

And as Blaine took a deep breath before he and Kurt entered the room full of his friends, he noticed out of the corner of his eye, Kurt watching him with nothing but fondness, adoration and love in his eyes and Blaine realised that, really, how could anyone feel guilty for liking Kurt Hummel.

Urrrrrrt. I'll ignore the fact that y'all are late if you ignore that I'm the latest.

Aha sorry. I'm trash. This is rlly late. Well, not really late. But late. I'm clearly too tired for this shiz. But I genuinely thought I posted something today(or yesterday). It's been quite an eventful day so you'll have to forgive me.

Anyway, the important thing here is that I've delivered a cheesy story with a sappy ending.

I hope you can forgive me for ruining the word (shuddup Ik it's two words) guilty pleasure for you secret-klainer