I've been a little self-conscious of uploading a KurtxBlaine fic because all of the ones I read on here are wonderful. I find myself struggling to get into their characters properly, where as everyone else seems to do it with ease. It nearly killed me to get this out. And, I hope that it lives up to some kind of standard.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or the song When I Get You Alone by Robin Thicke.

Kurt was lounging around his dorm, which his roommate seemed to barely be in. He relished in the comfort of being alone. He just finished Skyping with Mercedes. Kurt looked out the window, wondering what to do with the remainder of his Saturday. The Warblers has an early double session of rehearsal, in preparation for Sectionals, since then Kurt stayed cooped up in his room.

In the solitude, something led his thoughts back to Blaine. He smiled before typing in Blaine Anderson in the search bar on YouTube. There were tons of videos of Warblers from various performances, but Kurt was looking for something a bit more personal. He finally stumbled on a video titled When I Get You Alone. Kurt anxiously clicked, wondering what this could all be about.

The video started with some giggles, and a pop-ish beat blaring, that Kurt couldn't recognize... and then a distorted sweep as the camera was raised into a Dalton dorm room. Lo and behold, there was Blaine standing in the middle of his dorm, singing along and shaking his hips to the beat. Kurt could barely stifle his giggles.

"See, all these illusions take us too long, and I want it bad. Because you walk pretty, you talk pretty. Cause you make me sick, but I'm not leaving till you're leaving," Blaine sang on the screen, turning on his heel, then a face of total humiliation, "Wesley Hughes, turn that damn camera off!"

"RUN!" David's distinct voice is heard off screen, as the camera started showing distorted views of the hallway, due to being shaken while running from an angry Blaine.

The video ended, much to Kurt's dismay. He looked to the recently added videos, and saw the performance of Teenage Dream, which sent Kurt's tummy flittering. He stumbled upon a few of Blaine's Disney covers, which everyone stills holds over his head. Kurt would never admit it, but his newfound love for old school Disney was sparked because of his mentor at Dalton.

Kurt watched the video of Blaine rolling his hips, singing the same line, and yelling at Wes too many times to even count. Each time he pressed replay, his laughter grew. There was something so endearing at Blaine's smidgeon of a wild side. He liked that Blaine wasn't just another proper Dalton pretty boy. He pressed replay, until he knew the words to that song by heart.

"What are you doing?" Blaine's voice startled Kurt, as he slammed his laptop shut, his face turning a bright shade of red.

"Uh, no- nothing," Kurt managed to squeak out, before turning the attention away from his embarrassment, "Haven't you heard of knocking?"

"I would have if your door wasn't wide open," Blaine retorted, with a slight smirk. He enjoyed this flustered side of Kurt, "What were you looking at?"

"Just some videos," Kurt said, without an awkward stutter.

"Can I see it?" Blaine asked, as Kurt's face held pure shock, "You were laughing so hard, it had to be good."

"It wasn't that good," Kurt lied, as he tried, and failed, to keep the furious blush from overtaking his face.

"I can be the judge of that," Blaine said, wanting to open the laptop himself, but he didn't want to be rude and invade Kurt's personal space.

Kurt was rendered speechless. He remembered those nights of watching wrestling with his dad on their television. It felt as if Blaine had him pinned down. One. Two. Three. Blaine had won.

"Fine," Kurt gave in, as Blaine felt a rush of victory sweep over him. Kurt was about to open his laptop, before he slipped out a disclaimer, "No comments. You watch it, without a sound, and then you can leave me to my humiliation."

"Deal," Blaine said, locking his pinky with Kurt's.

Kurt opened his laptop, as YouTube reloaded itself on his screen. The video was on the replay menu. Kurt's cursor hovered over the replay button, before Blaine pushed his hand aside. Once, he had made the video full screen, he pressed play.

The video started to play, as Blaine realized what exactly this was a video of. His triumphant joy was soon replaced with pure horror and mortification. Kurt still found the same entertainment that he had found in this video from the very first play, though now, with Blaine's presence, it gave him a wave of butterflies.

"See, all these illusions take us too long, and I want it bad," Blaine crooned on the screen, swiveling his hips in a very Elvis-esque style that Kurt found near enchanting. A part of him just wanted to be around his gyrating hips.

"This is embarrassing," Blaine piped up from next to Kurt, as his hand itched to pause the video. Kurt smirked a little, taking slight comfort in the fact that Blaine was feeling more self-conscious about this than he was.

"Because you walk pretty, you talk pretty. Cause you make me sick, but I'm not leaving till you're leaving," Blaine sang in full screen, his voice wailing, with more obscene dance moves.

"This is my favorite part," Kurt whispered, as the Blaine on screen showed a look of humiliation and rage.

"Wesley Hughes, turn that damn camera off!" The very un-mannered Blaine on the screen yelled, haunting his friends who were off running.

"I –" Blaine started to say as the video came back to the replay menu. Kurt silenced him, placing his index finger against Blaine's oh-so, in Kurt's opinion anyway, kissable lips.

"No comments," Kurt said, not prepared to hear about how he might have overstepped a line. Blaine nodded, almost ready to jump out of the room after this little showing, but he knew that two could play at this YouTube humiliation game.

"I bet you like your jazz hot," Blaine said, with a snarky wink as he left Kurt, yet again, speechless.

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