'I still don't know if this is a good idea, Rachel,' Kurt said, while checking his outfit in the mirror one last time. 'I really don't want him to think this is more than just going out as friends-'

'Stop worrying so much, Kurt,' Rachel interrupted, smiling fondly at her best friend while practically dragging him away from the mirror. 'Adam knows you're nothing more than good friends. You're not leading him on. We just both want you to find somebody nice. A potential boyfriend, maybe? You can't keep sulking about Chandler-'

'I'm not sulking about Chandler,' Kurt snapped. 'He cheated on me. There is nothing to sulk about.' Rachel shrugged, just as a knock was heard on the door of their New York apartment.

'Oh, there he is,' Rachel giggled. 'Have fun, love.' She stood on her tippy toes to kiss Kurt on his cheek before gently shoving him towards the door. Kurt glared at her over his shoulder before opening the door and standing eye to eye with Adam.

While Kurt wasn't at all in love with him, he couldn't help but noticed Adam looked quite good in his skinnies and V-neck t-shirt. He grinned at Kurt.

'Hello,' he chimed cheerfully. 'Are you ready to go?' Kurt just nodded, grinning back. Adam's smile widened and he hooked his arm into Kurt's, pulling him out of his apartment. He quickly waved to Rachel before closing the door behind him.

'Come on, Kurt,' he winked. 'We're going to get your some tonight.'

About twenty minutes later Kurt and Adam stepped into a very crowded, bright lighted room. Some kind of unfamiliar punk music was sounding loud, the bass making Kurt feel like he was vibrating from head to toe. It took him a way too long time to realize there was actually a band playing.

There was a stage set up in the far off corner of the bar, surrounded by a surprisingly big crowd. All the boys on stage were wearing torn skinnies and their shirts were more like shreds, barely covering their skin. They all looked fairly attractive, in Kurt's opinion but his eyes were pulled to the lead singer and guitarist.

It was a man about his age, maybe a little older. A few black curls fell in front of his extraordinary eyes, accented by black eyeliner. His slightly tanned chest looked delicious from where Kurt stood and he had a fantastic ass in those tight pants. When he let his eyes wander back up to study the man's face some more, he realized he had been caught staring. The hazel eyes were staring right back at him, his pink lips drawn into a smirk. Kurt felt heat rise to his cheeks and lowered his gaze, simply listening to the man's fantastic voice filling the room.

'Do you want something to drink,' Adam's smooth voice sounded in his ear. Kurt nodded in reply and Adam left, leaving Kurt alone in the huge crowd. The band on stage had apparently been playing the last song, because the lead singer, the man Kurt had been checking out, was screaming in the microphone.

'This was it for tonight, guys-' He was cut off by the crowd moaning in disappointment, some mockingly and others looking quite seriously bummed by the news. 'I am Blaine Anderson and we are the Blackbirds. Thank you guys, you've been a fantastic crowd tonight!' Under loud applause he and his band disappeared backstage.

'I've got you some cocktail, the house's specialty. Is that alright?' Adam's voice was back in his ear and Kurt nodded, refraining from telling him he preferred to actually know what he was drinking. He had only just taking a sip when another familiar voice sounded behind him.

'Hello, you…' Kurt turned around to see the lead singer of that band, Blaine Anderson, standing right in front of him, lust visible in his eyes. 'That is some amazing piece of ass.' He winked at Kurt, who blushed.

'My friend is more than just a piece of arse,' Adam snapped, making Kurt feel rather uncomfortable for some reason.

'Shut your mouth and go back to where you came from,' Blaine replied, glaring back at Adam, before turning his full attention to Kurt.

'But damn, baby,' he said, and Kurt jumped when he felt Blaine's arms sneak around him, his hands slipping inside his pockets. 'I would love to take that home with me tonight.' The last sentence was whispered seductively in Kurt's ear and he shivered involuntary but Blaine had already pulled back, typing away on his phone, which happened to be the same as- Wait a minute…

'Did you steal my phone,' he yelled incredulously. Blaine glanced up to wink at Kurt before sliding his phone back in his pocket.

'There you go, darling,' he whispered before departing. Kurt couldn't take his eyes away from the slight swing of his hips… damn…

'What a dick,' Adam exclaimed but Kurt wasn't listening. He had taken his phone from his pocket, scrolling through his contact list and finding what he had been expected.

Friend with benefits

It was followed by a phone number. Kurt quickly sent a text to him, which was replied to almost straight away:

To: Friend with benefits

friend with benefits? Really? Couldn't come up with anything smarter? – K

From: Friend with benefits

You didn't seem like the 'fuck buddy' kind of guy. – B

Kurt smirked, feeling bold as he replied one last time, before shoving his phone back in his pocket for the rest of the night.

To: Friend with benefits

You'd be surprised, Blaine Anderson. - K

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