So here it is, it's my first fic and English is not my native language. Reviews are more than welcome, also tell me if you want more. Spenson forever! :)

I love you

I'm done, Mason is killing me!

Literally, since I've got to pick him and Madison up, I'm still thinking there's something weird between them even when they're twins, to arrive to Rachel's place it has been an even more sadistic torture than any in every horror movie. I'm so use to see him in his Cheerio uniform that wearing something else makes him to seem a completely different person.

Those tight jeans that show up his bubble butt and those beautiful legs, the shirt that shows the skinny yet strong he is. The twirls and all the stunts have made good to him. It's not the first time his outfit temps me, in Arthur's Theme I was more than ready to rip off the suit and do all kind of things to him until he passed out. It's hard not to spy on him in the locker room when he's wearing nothing more than a towel, hanging dangerously down on his hips, for him to be walking randomly wearing something that makes him look so freaking hot.

Then it begins, Mercedes and Roderick on the stage along with the sound of the bass, beginning with the first stanzas of All About That Bass. Gay fact: I simply adore that song.

I turn my head to the right; he's completely happy and clapping, moving on his place. I've never saw him so happy, neither when we won the Invitationals. Watching him dancing and juggling it's something I can't stop doing.

Mercedes and Roderick's voices work in a rhythm and tone-mix more than perfect.

In a try all the balls on his hands fall off. He bend over, picking up two that fall near the stage, and when he does I can see his red boxer brief showing from the upper part of his jeans. I bite my lower lip hard.

One of them rolls over to my feet, I pick it up in time when he's in front of me. I freeze for a second, stretching my arm mechanically to hand it over.

He gives me a little smile, he ducks his head and runs to the bar, leaving the balls there when Mercedes approaches him and both of them move their hips at the same time, in a rhythm that I want him to do on mine. «Stop doing that!».

"C'mon!" he says.

He stretches his hands, giving me another always-present smile. I shrink on my place but I take him with my free hand. He helps me up and drags me to the center of the room, along with all New Directions.

Even when at first I supposed this could be a blow below the belt to my reputation, I love being with this guys. We're like some kind of family that was destined to be together, it was just matter of time and to make the right choices.

He sweeps to the right, standing in front of… her… Jane…

I have to admit it, I'm violently jealous of her. Since I can see they share looks in the choir room the only thing I want to do is to push Jane away and state to her and to everybody that Mason is mine, even when he doesn't know it.

We stay in the middle of the room, I'm doing my best to dance, something in which I'm not that good at and I'd rather to do in the loneliness of my bedroom, but in singing I can kick some of their asses.

The song ends and we all clap and cheer the duet. The three glasses of strawberry drink that Sam made seemed to travel straight, I leave the fourth glass in a table and go up the stairs.

I end up with my biological need, I wash my hands and stare at my reflection. I straight up my shirt and pass a bit of water in my hair. I wink and smile to myself.

I open the door and the hallway is a little bit darker than I remember it, I close the door behind me and someone takes me from the shoulders, throwing me against a wall and I close my eyes for the impact. I'm ready to fight when a pair of lips crashes against mine, I slightly open my eyes and I can see a pair of green irises almost slightly opened than mine, treating to close, something that I do.

My hands go all the way to his hips, smaller than I expected. His hands stroke my cheeks and slips behind my head, his thumbs make lightly strokes in my nape and an electric shock travels on my spine.

"Spens…" he whispers against my lips.

His voice, deep and barely audible, wakes up all my instincts, bringing afloat the life in each one of my nerve endings.

His small tongue slides on my lower lip, I open my mouth slightly and it's my tongue the one that comes out, I'm ready for a relentless struggle.

But what he does doesn't have a name. He catches me with his lips, making some kind of sucking thing that make my legs weak and I release a moan, not a meaning of excitement; it's frustration. He chuckles and releases me.

"I just… I just give you my first kiss. You should… take me on a date, don't you think…?" he gasps. I try to calm down before talking, and choose the right words to not insult him for his little trick.

"Breadstix, Friday at eight… can we continue now?" I say.

He nods and leans again over me, his pink lips brushing and crashing on mine. I step away from the wall, moment where he jumps and surrounds me with his legs, holding me harder from the neck.

My hands stay in his hips, now I slide them slowly over his pants, caressing his butt and his strong thighs. He releases my neck and his hands travels over my chest, he sighs from time to time and bites my lower lip.

I try to do the same with a little less rudeness, but with the way he stretches his back and the movements he does because of my touch it's something almost impossible.

He moves this head and place it on my shoulder, the movement is so sudden that I start kissing his neck. He shivers, his hands now are fists on my shoulders and he mumbles my name.

"Let's go downstairs… Kurt and Blaine are… about to sing…" he gasps again.

I let him to touch the floor, he stretches his shirt, looks at his reflection in the mirror on the hallway to comb his hair a little, and he also tries to hide the third leg that just arose in his pants. «I want some of that».

He takes my hand, entwining our fingers and we walk down the almost-dark hallway. Rachel and Sam come down the stairs and also go to the basement, holding hands and she walks smiling like an idiot.

"Kurt and Blaine shouldn't be enemies?" I stop before going down. "I mean, they lead different choirs and in different schools" I say.

"Yeah, I thought that too, but what they feel for each other is so big that they can't have barriers…" he keeps quiet for a second, hesitating and his look travels in different directions.

He focuses his look so suddenly in me that I step back. A smile starts to appear in his swollen lips.

"And for the record, there's nothing between Jane and me, she just simply adore that I help her to choose clothes, although she can do it on her own" he says.

I kiss him once in the forehead, once in the nose and one last time in the lips. I open my arms and without hesitating he hugs me, placing his head in my shoulder. His breathing hits my neck and that bristle my skin.

"I love you, Spens" he whispers.

"I love you too, Mason" I whisper back.