'So we'll do it like this,' Wes explained, stepping to the right, 'put -' a step, 'your -' another step, 'hands -' a last step, 'all over me - and then roll your hips as you're singing it, come on.'
The Warblers groaned and made a half-hearted attempt at rolling their hips. Kurt didn't even have to try - his hips had a mind of their own sometimes. He had experience as a cheerleader; he was used to pulling off the seductive, sexy look.
'I feel like a girl, Wes.' David complained, 'some of us just aren't feminine enough to pull this off.'
'You guys aren't sexy at all!' Wes cried, exasperated, 'look, we pull this off and we will be covered in adoring female fans. They go crazy for this shit. Try it again guys, come on!'
The boys tried the move again, some of them slightly better than the first time. Wes noticed that Jeff and Nick were using this as a chance to grind all over each other and Wes narrowed his eyes at them.
'That is not acceptable, guys, don't even think about doing that on the day!' he scolded, wishing he had his gavel with him, 'we're professionals.'
'More like prostitutes!' Thad corrected him, rolling his hips in David's direction, who grimaced at him. He laughed and looked over at Wes, who didn't look impressed, 'come on, man, we're literally moving like strippers.'
'I think this is pretty fun, actually,' Kurt interjected, rolling his hips expertly, 'I used to do this on the cheer squad all the time - Wes is right, girls go crazy for the whole boy hip thrusting thing.'
Blaine, who was next to Kurt, was trying to tear his eyes away from Kurt's hips as the boy moved them effortlessly. He felt his throat become rather tight, as though his airways were constricting. First, Kurt had never mentioned he was on the cheerleading squad before. That probably meant a uniform.
And second, he had never seen his friend look so sexy before.
'It's so hot,' Ethan complained, pushing the sleeves of his shirt up. They had ditched the blazers a while back, and most had got rid of their ties, but the weather was sweltering and a majority of them were sweating profusely, 'I don't feel really sexy all sweaty. Can't we practice inside?'
'No, the concert is outside,' Wes sighed, rolling his eyes, 'for a group that isn't feminine, you all complain more than any woman I've ever met.'
'I have an idea!' David piped up, 'how about, as we're doing the hip rolling thing, some of us with the more - ahem - defined bodies should rip their shirts open. Or undo the buttons all seductively. If we're going to be seducing the crowd, we might as well go all out.'
'Well, I'm out then.' Kurt spoke up instantly, 'there is no way I'm taking my shirt off in front of everyone. I'm worse than Edward Cullen.'
The Warblers chuckled at this and Wes nodded, contemplating the idea.
'I think that could work, actually,' he grinned at David, 'those girls won't know what hit them. Then after - we will have the time of our lives. Who wants to take their shirts off?'
Most of the Warblers shook their heads self consciously, but David tore his open instantly, the sun glinting off his sweaty, well defined muscles.
'Ooh, yeah, now I'm sexy!' he winked at them, rolling his hips. The Warblers laughed, while Kurt raised his eyebrow and nodded very slightly. He approved of what he saw. Blaine noticed this and instantly felt a spark of jealous. Since when was Kurt into the buff ones?
Ethan threw some water from a bottle onto David, who was now wiggling his hips suggestively, singing along to the song on his own. The water dripped off him and Kurt smirked - he never noticed how good looking David was before.
