Disclaimer: Glee does not belong to me.

A/N: You all are so amazing! Those lovely little reviews you sent me brightened my whole week. I'm really sorry it's been a while since I updated, I may or may not have been writing Klaine smut... Anyways enjoy chapter three! It's pretty fluffy.

-Oliver K. Rowe

Blaine Anderson's Four Step Plan

Chapter 3: Hands

Blaine sighed and leaned into his bed, his face stricken with a dreamy expression and a goofy smile spread on his lips. He giggled to himself and sighed, bringing his hands up to his heart. The past few days had gone by perfectly, after Wes and David's disastrous (yet effective) plan, Kurt had quickly warmed up to him. He would give Kurt a quick hug or pat on the shoulder every day after their usual study session in the common room and on Wednesday, at exactly 8:36 PM (The time and date was engraved into Blaine's head) Kurt had given Blaine a small hug and blushed in the most adorable way possible.

Blaine blew a stray curl away from his eyes and squealed into his cream colored sheets.

"I'm guessing this has something to do with Kurt?" Alex asked, his head bobbing up from his book as he quirked an eyebrow at the curly haired boy's direction. Blaine shrugged and bit his lip, a blush forming at his cheeks.

"Maybe."

"I take that as a yes Blaine, and by the way, you're not fooling anyone. Everyone at Dalton knows about your hopeless little crush on Kurt, well besides Kurt."

"Shut up." Blaine mumbled and he threw a pillow at Alex's direction. The boy ducked and caught it in his right hand with a snicker.

"You do realize your acting like some sort of love struck teenage girl out of one of those cheesy young adult novels, right?"

Blaine flushed at this, Alex was right; he was acting like a middle school girl with the love bug, but really? He couldn't help it, whenever he thought of Kurt his heart fluttered. Ok, so maybe Blaine did like Kurt more than a friend, but he was certain Kurt didn't like him back. After all, judging by Kurt's past crushes, he could tell he wasn't exactly Kurt's type. Finn and Sam were both tall, football players with tame hair. He on the other hand, was a short little hobbit with a mess of unruly curls and he sucked at football, even though he loved the Ohio State Buckeyes. He sighed and mumbled something incoherent.

"I'm not the one reading Pretty Little Liars, Alex."

"My sister made me read it. And it's a good series okay?"

"I'm starting to have a hard time believing you're straight."

"You wish, man." Alex smirked and ran a hand through his brown hair before returning back to his book. Blaine rolled his eyes and picked up his iPod, scrolling through his lists of artists before he came to Katy Perry. With a click of his thumb, he blasted Teenage Dream through his earphones, remembering the day he first met Kurt.

He really needed to consult with Wes and David, Step 2 needed to happen soon.

"So, I see that you've come for our counseling again, can't blame you though. We know we're irresistible."

Blaine narrowed his eyes at a very smug David and Wes, who were both currently shredding up little pieces of napkin for ammo.

"Your plan was a disaster; you both scared the living hell out of Kurt."

"Ah, but you came back to us didn't you? And don't pretend like it didn't work. We've noticed the hugs you and Kurt have been sharing; we find it offensive that you think we're blind." Wes grinned as he started balling up the tiny pieces of paper and placing them in a neat pile in front of David.

"Ok fine, your right. It did work, but it was borderline insane."

"Who ever said we were sane? Oh look Wes! There comes Jeff and Nick, ready to fire?" David nudged Wes and stuffed a few balls of napkin in his cheeks before poking a straw in his mouth.

"Yes sir, fire the cannons matey! Captain Wes and David are ready for battle." Wes said with a serious expression on his face and David shot a spitball through the air, the first one landing square onto the back of Jeff's blond head.

"Hey! Wha-," Jeff turned around to find David and Wes trying to suppress smiles and Blaine cradled his forehead in his hands. Jeff just glared at David, whose cheeks were swelled up with spitballs, and nudged Nick, whispering something in his ear.

"Bro five man!" Wes held up his palm to David as soon as Jeff and Nick had turned around and were heading towards the cafeteria line. David broke into a huge smile as he hi-fived Wes, spitballs falling out of his mouth. Blaine flinched as David shrugged and threw them in the trashcan nearby, wiping his hands on his pants.

"Are you two done?" asked Blaine.

"Patience, Blaine. You need to tell us what you want us to do for step two."

"Well I've been thinking about how I should progress, step one was hugging, which is good. But where should I go on from there? So I thought, hand holding or cuddling? Which one's more intimate? Well after days of thinking, I think hands would be most suitable, it's intimate but not crossing the border of just friends, which is one border I won't be crossing soon. .. Stop smirking guys, I'm half Filipino not half Mexican, quit it with the racist jokes."

"So you want us to get Kurt to hold your hand?" David clarified to himself, giving Wes a glance.

"Yep. Just hand holding, and I would prefer it if you two didn't scare Kurt too badly this time." Blaine said, wincing at the memory of the Nick's tarantula, Cookiecake, on top of Kurt's French book.

"Oh it's really simple, Blaine. You just ask him." Wes replied as he leaned back in his chair, giving Blaine a breezy glance.

"Just ask… Wait what? That's all you two could come up with? Ask him? I can't just ask him! It'll look so weird! I mean just picture me, going up to Kurt, and saying Oh hey Kurt, I was just wondering if I could hold your hand in a total platonic way." Blaine looked distressed; he was expecting some sort of evil genius plan from the pair, not something so simple yet obvious. Honestly, he wouldn't mind something as crazy as they did last time; their last plan did actually work after all.

"Try thinking up something better, anyways you'll be fine." Wes added and nudged David in the shoulder.

"We need to get going anyways; I can see Jeff and Nick stuffing their cheeks with spitballs." Wes grabbed a confused looking David by the arm and pulled him out of the cafeteria, leaving behind a very frustrated Blaine.

Blaine groaned and almost slammed his head on the table; Wes and David were no help at all. Looks like he was going to have to think of this one on his own.

David followed Wes out of the cafeteria, he was really confused. Why was Wes passing up such a good scheming opportunity? There were endless possibilities, locking the two in a closet and blackmailing them into hand holding, handcuffs, and of course, some super adhesive glue. His brow furrowed as Wes dragged him behind the main stair case.

"Ok I know you're probably wondering why I just told Blaine to ask Kurt, and if you're wondering if we're doing some secret plotting, we are in fact, not. " Wes said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What? Why? That was a perfect chance!" David whined and Wes huffed in return.

"Look David, to be honest I think what I told Blaine will work. I mean did it with my ex girlfriend and she thought I was sweet. And let's be honest; if you have super glue in mind, and I know that you do, that wouldn't exactly make Kurt comfortable. Let's just leave our little Blainey Blaine to this one, alright David? Anyways, I have a feeling Blaine will be expecting us to do some extra scheming, and when we don't do anything, that'll drive him over the edge. And a paranoid Blaine is some great entertainment."

"Fine. But we better have a project in the future to make up for this."

"Oh believe me David, I already have something in mind." Wes gave David a sinister grin, before grabbing his arm and pulling him towards their dorm.

Blaine leaned his head against his head board; he glared at his ceiling, challenging it to come up with a better plan than what Wes had given him. This was so unlike David and Wes, he would've thought that they would be dying to scheme something. Were they planning something in secret? Oh god maybe they were. Blaine shivered at the thought. He would have to be on his guard this week.

Instead of thinking of David and Wes's maniacal ways, he tried to bring himself to a better place. Blaine recalled watching Kurt's hands earlier that day during free period; he was at the library, stalking behind a row of reference books, his eyes trained on Kurt as he copied notes onto a blank notebook. Yes, Blaine did feel like a total creeper, but he couldn't help it. He didn't have the nerve to go up to Kurt and ask him to hold hands right then, so instead he chose to admire his crush…er… friend, from afar. He figured he could spend the time he had studying Kurt anyways. Blaine peeked behind two thick encyclopedias, his hazel eyes flickering over Kurt's calm face. He gently trailed his eyes from Kurt's flawless complexion and eventually went down south towards his fast hand. He watched as his right hand scribbled down notes quickly and smoothly, his pencil sailing over his notebook paper. Blaine noticed how soft Kurt's hands looked and how dainty and perfect his fingers were. He had looked down at his own fingers and frowned, his fingernails were stubby and his fingers were thick. He looked back at Kurt's own fingers; they were long and elegant, like piano fingers. His nails were perfectly shaped, and unnaturally shiny. Was that nail polish he detected?

Blaine sat in his bed, smiling fondly at the memory. All of a sudden, he remembered something Kurt had said about his moisturizing routine… What was that?

Blaine sat at the end of Kurt's bed, watching him spread layer of rose water scented hand cream expertly along his hands and at his freshly shaped fingernails.

"When you said moisturizing routine, I thought you only meant your face." Blaine grinned, and Kurt gave him an amused look from the mirror of his vanity.

"Honey, when I say moisturizing routine, I mean moisturizing routine. Everywhere. Including my hands. "

Blaine snapped out from his sudden memory of the conversation they only had days ago. He licked his lips at the thought of what Kurt had said, everywhere. Blaine could just imagine Kurt applying lotion to every plane and angle of his body, his hands running up and down his…

Oh god, how perverted was he?

Blaine groaned before lying down on his bed, this was not the time to being thinking about Kurt applying lotion to himself. He leaned his cheek against the bed and stared blankly at the wall for a few seconds. In a flash, an idea popped into his head. "Including my hands…"

Blaine plopped down in front of Kurt feeling more confident about himself, he leaned his head cross the table and gave Kurt a smile.

"Hi."

"Oh hello." Kurt replied with a small smile tugging at his lips as he dropped his cell phone into the front pocket of his black Dalton cardigan.

"Whatcha doing?" Blaine asked and Kurt shifted his eyes amusedly towards Blaine.

"Just texting Mercedes, she asked if I was up for a haul at Sephora this weekend with Tina and Rachel. Naturally, I couldn't resist, I do need more skin care items for my regime."

"Well, speaking of skin care," Blaine scooted closer towards Kurt. "I was wondering if you could… uh… teach me a few things. My hands have been pretty calloused from years of guitar playing."

Kurt immediately brightened at this. He squealed excitedly in his chair and started listing things off the top of his head.

"Oh gosh Blaine this is perfect! I never pegged you to be into hand care, but oh this will be so much fun! I could give you a manicure!" Kurt beamed and Blaine chuckled nervously, wondering what he had gotten himself into.

"Tonight, it is a Friday after all. Come by my room at eight." Kurt decided and shot Blaine a gleeful look, Blaine nodded; he just hoped this would work.

Blaine hesitated at Kurt's door; he swallowed nervously and tugged on the hem of his shirt. He had changed out of his Dalton uniform as soon as school ended, opting for a pair of sweats and his Warblers shirt instead. And oh, Kurt had changed out of his uniform as well. He quickly scanned the hallways, eyes wide and alert in case Wes and David happened to jump out at him.

"Hi Blaine!" Kurt greeted him with a giggle and Blaine noticed the small area of skin that's uncovered from the v-neck of Kurt's t-shirt.

"Hey Kurt." Blaine smiled and leaned against the frame of the door, trying to look remotely cool. He watched as Kurt played with his fingers nervously and glanced at Blaine, fluttering his long lashes coyly.

The two stood in silence for a while, Blaine watching Kurt, and Kurt swinging his arms nervously. All of a sudden, Blaine felt two arms wrap around his waist gently, he was surprised at first, but he eventually returned the gesture, bringing Kurt closer into him. He can't stop the wild, goofy grin from appearing from his face.

"Oh… Uh… I should probably let you in." Kurt mumbled, his cheeks a brilliant shade of red, and he stepped into his dorm, shuffling toward his vanity. Blaine followed behind the countertenor (He quickly scanned the hallways, eyes wide and alert in case Wes and David happened to jump out at him) , and sat on the chair that was directly across from the seat that Kurt had taken.

"So, shall we get started my little manicurist?" Blaine teased and Kurt gave him a little smile, accompanied with another one of his cute blushes.

"Go wash your hands, with soap and use the little bottle of bath salts I have by the sink. Soak them in warm water a few minutes after that."

"Oh… that sounds complicated. I think I'll need a little help." Blaine gave Kurt a sly little smile, and Kurt mumbled and stood up.

"Lazy, I know you don't need my help."

But he led his way to the bathroom anyways. Blaine smiled to himself and watched as Kurt leaned across the sink, adjusting the water.

"Come here." Kurt gestured to Blaine.

Blaine slid up against the counter and ran his hands under the warm water, letting the heat spread through his fingers.

"Kurt, you should wash your hands as well, scrub off all those little germs."

"Ok, I will as soon as you're done."

"Nuh-uh. We can wash our hands together, it'll be fun. Like a… like a hand washing party! Let's share the sink and kick some bacteria ass."

Kurt gave Blaine a glance, his big hazel eyes were begging him to come over and his lips were in a small pout. He looked so adorable at the moment that Kurt couldn't resist. Sighing, Kurt gave in and slid up next to the counter, placing his hands underneath the sink. Blaine smiled, his cheeks coming up to his eyes and brushed his knuckles against Kurt's.

"Oh look! You have the foamy kind of soap! I love this kind." Blaine reached for the little bottle and pumped at least half of the contents into his hand.

"It smells good, like apples." He added, before rubbing his palms together, giant bubbles and foam covering his hands.

"Blaine, you used almost all my soap!" Kurt tried to resist a smile and did his best to look irritated as he propped the little bottle back against the counter.

"That's fine. We can share." Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and rubbed it against his, letting some of the soap land onto Kurt's palms. Kurt blushed and proceeded to wash his hands. Blaine smiled to himself.

Blaine and Kurt were both currently lying on Kurt's bed. Blaine examining his hands, which were now soft and smelled like roses, thanks to Kurt's hand lotion. He even let Kurt paint his nails, not that he wouldn't let Kurt paint them in the first place; he would do anything for the boy. Kurt was studying his own nails, wondering if he had cut them too short.

"Hey, you did a good job." Blaine said as he turned over on his side to look at Kurt. Kurt turned his head towards Blaine and smiled.

"Thanks."

"Although, I do like your hands better." Blaine added; his heart beating out of his chest. He couldn't believe he was going to do this, but he decided to take Wes's advice.

"Oh?" Kurt asked, his lips spreading a little wider.

"Yeah… Can I uh… Can I see them?" Blaine blushed and Kurt looked confused.

"See them?"

"Yeah, I mean… hold them… only if you want me to." He added and shut his eyes, afraid of what Kurt's reaction would be.

"Oh… I… Uh… I mean of course you can." Blaine's eyelids flew open in surprise, Kurt was biting his lip from smiling and his cheeks were a rosy tint of pink.

Kurt held out a hand, and Blaine took it gently into his own. He stared at the lines that traced through his palm and let a finger run over them. Gently, he laced his fingers through Kurt's and gave him a smile, his heart fluttering faster than ever.

"They're really soft."

"Thank you." Kurt whispered, breathlessly.

"I love them."

They laid in silence, Kurt's smaller hand in Blaine's calloused ones, never once taking their eyes off each other.

Maybe Wes wasn't so insane after all, Blaine thought as his lips twitched into a small smile.

Step Two was complete.

A/N: Yes there wasn't as much David and Wes in this, but i have something planned for our mischievous duo in the future. Thanks again!

-Oliver K. Rowe