Summary: AU. College!Blaine and Vampire!Kurt have a random one night hookup, and Blaine wakes up alone and bitten. He should probably be freaked out, but he's not, so he seeks the vampire out and.. yep. Basically PWP. Eventual Kurt/Blaine/Sebastian threesome.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, no matter how much I wish I did. It would just be the 'Kinky Klaine Sex Show'. Yeah.
Blaine almost never went out on the weekends, no matter how much his friends begged. No, he had a paper to finish or work in the morning. Tonight, though, he finally gave into his friends' pleas, and was sitting awkwardly at a table in the back of a club while his friends danced. Hey, he said he'd go out. He never said anything about dancing.
"You can't possibly be here alone," a beautiful voice said from beside him, and he looked up from his beer to be greeted by an equally beautiful face smiling at him.
"Oh, no, I, uh..." Blaine stumbled nervously, light blush spreading over his cheeks. "Friends. They're dancing," he finished. The stranger's smile widened fondly and he gracefully lowered himself into the seat beside the college junior.
"Not a dancer, then?" the beautiful man asked curiously, head tipping to the side just slightly.
"No, definitely not," Blaine chuckled softly, reaching up to awkwardly scratch at the back of his neck.
"What a shame," the stranger sighed simply, corner of his lips twitching up into a smirk. "I'm Kurt," he said softly, and Blaine would have missed it if he hadn't been paying such close attention.
"Blaine," he smiled, taking a large gulp of his beer and picking nervously at the bottle's label. "I'm an awful dancer, though, so it's... really not a shame. At all," he laughed lightly.
"Not possible. Everyone can dance," Kurt stated simply, taking a sip of his own drink. "With the right amount of alcohol," he added with a grin.
"Well, I'm definitely not drunk enough," Blaine snickered, shaking his head a bit.
"So, how many beers do I have to buy you before you'll get over it and dance with me?" Kurt smirked, fingers toying with the straw in his drink as he blatantly looked the other male over.
"I, uh..." Blaine stuttered, clearing his throat and blushing a deeper shade of red. "I really don't want to embarrass myself," he grinned.
"You're embarrassing yourself by refusing," Kurt countered, soft sigh falling from his lips as he pushed the lower one out into a slight, but super adorable pout. "Come on, do I have to get on my knees and beg?"
"You... ugh, shit," Blaine huffed, flushing even deeper (if that was possible) as his mind was flooded with images of the stranger on his knees, but doing much more useful things than begging. "Fine," he sighed with a slight smirk. "I'll dance with you when we finish our drinks."
"Fantastic," Kurt grinned, taking a few rather large gulps of his drink and sitting the empty cup down with a content sigh. "All done," he chirped, and Blaine couldn't help the way he stared as the other man's tongue slid over his lips.
"Wow, someone's impatient," Blaine laughed, but then he tipped his beer up and chugged what was left of it.
"Seems I'm not the only one," Kurt teased playfully, practically hopping out of his seat and grabbing one of his hands, gently tugging him up and out to the dancefloor.
"You lied," Kurt chuckled into Blaine's ear as they danced, sending a shiver down the shorter man's spine. "You're a great dancer," he clarified simply.
"I beg to differ," Blaine laughed breathlessly, hand falling to rest on Kurt's hip.
"Well, your opinion doesn't really count in this particular situation, so... hah. I win," Kurt chirped.
An hour and a few drinks later, Blaine had Kurt pinned against the back wall of the club, kissing him like his life depended on it. He honestly wasn't even sure who had initiated the kiss or what exactly had lead up to it, but he couldn't bring himself to care as the taller man arched up against him and tangled his fingers into his hair. A mewl rose up in the back of Kurt's throat as Blaine nipped at his lower lip and rocked his hips slightly, making both of them aware of just how into this the other was. Blaine pulled away for air and panted softly through his nose as he trailed kisses along the other male's jaw, thumbs slipping under his shirt to rub at his hip bones.
"Mmn, Blaine," Kurt whimpered, head tipping to the side to give the shorter man better access to his neck. "I'd ask you to come back to my place, but..." he sighed heavily, low moan falling from his parted lips as the other man bit onto his neck gently. "I kind of live with my father," he finished breathlessly.
"Well, luckily for us," Blaine grinned, pressing a quick kiss to the other man's lips. "I don't. And my apartment's just down the street." Blaine certainly wasn't the type of guy to have a random hook-up, but... well. He was being spontaneous tonight. Sure. That was it. It definitely had nothing to do with the fact that Kurt was the most beautiful, intriguing guy he'd ever met. Of course not.
"Perfect," the beautiful stranger giggled softly, biting onto his own lower lip. "Wanna get out of here, then?"
"Yeah. Definitely. Yeah," Blaine breathed, nodding his head quickly. He couldn't even pretend to be hard to get, and he was a little embarrassed by that, but decided to shrug it off. He hadn't had sex in almost a year, dammit, he had needs, and this beautiful man was willing to meet them.