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Summary: Kurt, Sam, Puck and Blaine head out together for a night of drinking and dancing. Things didn't start off well before they left and the night only gets worse. Is love strong enough to help them through the darkest night of their lives?
Story written for MyHeroRaven, hope you enjoy.
Just to make it clear, this has NOTHING to do with the 'Baby She Can't Have You' one-shot.
Established relationship between all four boys. They are 21 and living together in New York.
That Purple Feather
Chapter 1
"Well boys, do I look fabulous, or do I look fabulous?" Kurt asked as he strutted into the living room of their apartment and gave them a twirl, showing off his outfit.
"Perfect and stylish as always." Blaine complimented him. "You could rule the runway, baby."
Smiling in satisfaction, Kurt rewarded his curly-haired boyfriend with a sweet kiss. He then turned to Puck and arched an eyebrow in expectation of his opinion.
"I'm not sure," Puck told him. "Turn around." Kurt did as he was asked. "Now bend over."
Completely aware that his mohawked boyfriend was taking the opportunity to stare at his ass, Kurt bent over and wiggled his behind, giving Puck a perfect view.
"Babe, that is fabul-ass." Puck announced with a light swat to Kurt's bum making him giggle.
Standing tall again, Kurt gave Puck a quick kiss, tugging on his bottom lip gently before turning to his third boyfriend, Sam, who was engrossed in an old Spiderman comic.
"Samuel, I took hours getting this outfit together," Kurt told him. "I demand that I be admired."
"Sorry." Sam apologised setting his comic aside so he could get a proper look at Kurt. "You look incredible."
Kurt smiled appreciatively as he glanced down at himself. He wore a pair of purple leggings with a pair of jeans over the top. The jeans were black and artfully ripped and frayed to such an extent that there was more of the purple leggings on display rather than the black of the jeans. With it he wore a tight fitting purple shirt with just two of the middle buttons done up, thereby leaving most of his chest and stomach exposed. Around his throat was a black silk scarf streaked with purple sparkle and he had arranged his hair in a wild static style, complete with black and purple feathers clipped neatly into his hair. On his feet were a pair of two inch black wedged boots with purple laces.
"Is that eyeliner?" Sam asked gazing at Kurt's dark rimmed eyes.
"Just a little." Kurt nodded. "Make-up knows no gender." He also had a little purple mascara tinted at the ends of his long eyelashes. "So, are we already to go?" Kurt asked picking up his purple clutch bag that was definitely designed for women and would probably end up being held by one of the others all night.
"Just a minute." Sam said picking up his comic and placing it carefully away along with the stacks of others that he owned.
"I still say those comics take up too much room." Blaine commented. "Seriously Sam, don't you think it's time you got rid of them? You're twenty-one now, you're not a kid anymore."
"I'm not getting rid of my comic books." Sam insisted. "They mean a lot to me ok."
"Well we know that," Blaine said. "You're always reading them."
"Not always." Sam objected.
"That's true; sometimes you're playing with your action figures." Puck teased and Blaine laughed while Sam glared at them and Kurt just rolled his eyes.
"Look, I don't get on your case about all your Harry Potter merchandise," Sam said to Blaine. "Or you playing Mario all the time," he added to Puck. "So just drop it alright. I know I'm a nerd ok and you all knew that when we started this messed up relationship. If the comics really bother you that much then I'll just pack them up and move back to Lima or Tennessee."
"Ignore them Sam, you know they're only teasing." Kurt said winding his arms around the blonde's waist. "And enough about returning to Lima or Tennessee. You belong in New York with us." He cupped Sam's cheek and brought their mouths together in a deep kiss. "Are we ready now?" Kurt asked his three boyfriends as he stood hand-in-hand with Sam. "What is it Blaine?" He asked noticing the sulky expression on the shorter male's face.
"Is that really what you think of our relationship, Sam?" Blaine asked sounding hurt. "You think we're messed up?"
"Well we are." Puck pointed out in amusement. "A four-way relationship isn't exactly normal."
"So now we're not normal?" Blaine asked bitterly.
"Relax; you know we don't mean it like that." Puck said taking hold of Blaine's loose tie and pulling him against him. "I'm still a sex-shark and you three are my little cock-whores. Nothing's gonna change that. Now let's go out and have some fun."
"We're not just whores, Noah." Kurt told him. "Please be a bit more respectful when you talk about us."
"Fine, fine, you're my prince." Puck relented.
"That's better." Kurt beamed.
"Anyway, we all know our Sam's the real cock-whore." Puck commented standing behind the blonde and pressing a kiss to his neck, smiling as though he'd just given the man a compliment. "You're always up for something in that sweet ass of yours, you dirty little bitch."
"Funny." Sam said sarcastically before dropping Kurt's hand, elbowing Puck in the ribs lightly and slumping back down on the sofa.
"Come on, babe," Puck sighed crouching before Sam and resting his hands on his thighs. "We love how eager you are to let us all fuck you. It's sexy as hell."
"Oh great, so I'm just a little sex toy to you. Thanks." Sam remarked.
"Sam, you know that isn't true." Kurt stated sitting carefully beside him on the couch. "Look at me, we love you. You know we do."
"I know you do." Sam replied resting his forehead against Kurt's.
"Hey, don't be like that," Puck said. "I fucking love you ok. And so does Blaine."
"It doesn't feel like it." Sam muttered.
"Look, maybe I don't say it enough," Blaine said stepping nearer to the other three. "To either of you. But I love you all. I know I'm bad at the romance thing…"
"Epically bad." Kurt interjected with a teasing smile.
"Yes, epically bad." Blaine nodded. "But all three of you mean the world to me. I wouldn't stay in this relationship if I didn't care about you all. Now what's this all about? Why are you being so insecure today? This isn't just about the stupid comic books is it?"
"My comic books are important to me," Sam snapped. "Don't call them stupid. I realise I'm not as well educated as you but I'm not an idiot."
"What? I didn't call you can idiot." Blaine said.
"You didn't have to." Sam replied. "It's the way you speak to me. You always make me feel like some dumb little kid. And Noah, you make me feel like I'm just a sexual object. I don't feel like your equal, I feel like your sex slave. Kurt's the only one of you who treats me with any respect."
"Sam, I… that's not… we don't mean to make you feel like that." Blaine told him moving to sit on his other side. "I'm sorry ok. Look at me, I'm sorry." He repeated pressing his mouth to Sam's.
"Maybe we should just in tonight." Puck suggested. "Let's order some pizza and watch a movie. We'll watch Avatar, whatever you want." He said to Sam.
"No, no you were all looking forward to tonight and Kurt looks too amazing to stay at home." Sam said. "You guys go. I'll just stay in, maybe get some work done."
"All of us go out or none of us do." Blaine said firmly.
"Sam, please baby?" Kurt asked sneaking a hand up Sam's shirt and running it over his abs and up to his chest. "For me?" He fluttered his eyelashes.
"For you." Sam replied stealing a kiss then placing his hands atop of Puck's that were still resting on his thighs and standing up.
"Are we good?" Puck asked stroking his thumbs over the backs of Sam's hands.
Sam nodded and Puck melded their mouths together before pulling him in for a hug. He squeezed him tightly before releasing and inviting the other two boys into the embrace.
"Right, let's go." Puck said and he led the way out of their apartment.
They walked into the busy street and Puck hailed down a taxi. He climbed into the passenger seat and Sam, Kurt and Blaine sat together in the back. Puck chatted amiably with the taxi driver while the three in the back remained silent. Kurt linked his fingers with Sam's and Blaine kept a hand lightly on the blonde's thigh.
Soon enough, the four men were presenting their ID to the bouncers before being admitted into the club. Puck and Blaine went up to the bar to get them drinks while Kurt pulled Sam onto the dance floor, wrapping his arms about the blonde's neck, keeping a tight hold of his clutch bag as they writhed together in time with the beat of the music.
Sensing that Sam was still feeling a little down, Kurt wanted to make him feel better. He wanted to assure him with words just how loved and cared for he was by all three of them but he knew he wouldn't be heard above the noise of the music. Rather than shout about love and affection, Kurt pulled his boyfriend into a hot make-out session instead.
They danced together sensually before Puck and Blaine made their way towards them, handing them their drinks. Accepting his apple martini, Kurt handed his clutch bag to Puck and the mohawked teen pulled an annoyed face knowing he would be holding it for the rest of the night.
Several drinks and a lot of dancing later, Blaine was making a spectacle of himself with his insane drunken dancing. Kurt had ended up dancing on a podium with a few scantily clad girls, laughing and smiling, clearly having the time of his life. Puck and Sam were dancing together surrounded by a group of men and women that were slowly driving them further apart.
Finding himself trapped between two drunken women, Sam became distinctly uncomfortable and carefully disentangled himself from them and fought his way back to Puck. The Jewish male pulled him flush against his chest, grinding their lower bodies together. Sam was enjoying it until he found an unfamiliar pair of hands at his waist and someone rubbing against his rear, their erection pressing into his ass. A quick glance over his shoulder showed him that it was a stranger. He looked to Puck, his expression clearly saying 'help me' but Puck simply laughed, encouraging the stranger to keep dancing along with them.
"I bet you're a good fuck." The stranger said to him Sam, shouting so his voice could be heard.
"He's amazing, the guy loves cock." Puck replied proudly groping Sam through his pants.
"Is that right?" The man asked in amusement obviously interested.
"Yeah, but we don't share." Puck responded with a smirk before forcing his lips to Sam's and dominating his mouth with his tongue.
When the kiss broke, the stranger had moved on and Blaine had staggered his way back over to them. The shortest of the three yelled something about the toilet so Sam and Puck both guided an arm over their shoulders before leading him to the men's restroom. Puck had to keep a steady hold on Blaine at the urinal so he didn't collapse and piss all over the floor.
"Ya got s'me admirers Sam." Blaine slurred. "Guys an' girls."
"Tell me about it." Puck sniggered sounding more coherent than Blaine as he could hold his drink better. "We should hire out his body; we'd make a fortune selling his hot ass."
Even though Sam knew the two didn't mean it, hearing them joke about such a thing still hurt. Shaking his head, he left them in the restroom and returned to the main part of the club. He scanned the crowd for a sign of Kurt but was unable to find him. He couldn't find the girls he'd been dancing with either so he hoped that they were merely in the ladies bathroom together touching up their make-up and hair.
As he made his way through the club, fighting off potential dance partners along the way, Sam considered just heading home alone but he didn't want to cause an argument later. Having three boyfriends was difficult sometimes but Sam did love being with them all. He just wished Blaine and Puck could be less insensitive sometimes. They were all really lucky they had Kurt; he was the one who held them all together when things got tough.
Passing the podium that Kurt had been dancing on, Sam caught sight of a single purple feather that must have fallen from Kurt's hair. He picked it up and tucked it into the pocket of his jeans. Making his way to the bar, he politely declined the advances of girls and guys alike before taking up a perch on a stool and ordering a drink.
He'd been nursing his beer for around ten minutes when he was joined by an older man who looked to be in his early thirties. The man was very tall and very muscular with a number of tattoos over his arms. His face was peppered with dark stubble with just a hint of grey starting to creep in. There was a scar down the left side of his face but he was still fairly attractive. He wasn't Sam's type though, even if he had been single. He tried to tell the man that as politely as he could but he didn't seem to take the hint. He shifted closer to Sam, his dark eyes roaming all over his body as he found excuses to touch him, whispering sordid things in his ear.
Having had enough of the man, who had introduced himself as Nathan, Sam moved away. He scanned the club and could just make out Kurt across the other side laughing with a group of girls. In the middle of the dance floor, he spied Puck's mohawk. He couldn't see Blaine because of the man's short height but he assumed he was with Puck.
Turning away, Sam headed through the crowd and stepped out into the night for some air. He walked away from the front entrance of the club and turned down the dark alley way and leaned up against the wall. Ruffling the back of his hair, he let out a long sigh and dug his hand into his jeans pocket to pull out the purple feather. He clutched it tight in his hands, preparing to head back inside but stopped dead in his tracks when he found Nathan blocking his exit.
To Be Continued
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