Kiss Me In The Dark Tonight
The Skanks are pretty well known around Scandals, despite it being a gay club. But when Kurts ideal to visit Scandals turns something more, things get a little steamy for the Skank.
Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever, own Glee. I will never obtain such a thing and any plots or characters that one may recognise from the original author is not my own. Also, the title is taken from Laura Marlings 'Lolita'
Warning: Slash. Graphic Sexual Content. Graphic Use Of Swear Words.
Authors Note: If I owned Glee, Kurt and Sebastian would be screwing already, Blaine would have died in a tragic accident that Kurt may have had something to do with and Cooper would be his best friend who wanted to fuck Kurt. Threesomes for the world. Also, all Daltons would have been flaming homosexuals that would have wanted Kurt.
Kiss Me In The Dark Tonight
Chapter One: An Idea Is Borne.
"You're pouting, K," Quinn pointed out, not even looking up from her mobile as she took a drag of her cigarette. Crossing his eyes at her down-turned head, Kurt stuck his tongue out at her candy-floss pink hair that hid her face. "I saw that," She snapped, flinging the butt of her cigarette in Kurts vague direction.
"I'm bored, Q!" Kurt whined, voice loud as he flopped backwards onto the ragged couch. His black skinny jeans - so ripped, Rochella sometimes wondered how they stayed on - tugged down, revealing prominant hip-bones that had many a men falling to Kurts feet. Men in Ohio may be homophobic, but they still wanted a piece of Kurt.
"Go get laid than, or beat up Frankenteen," Quinn said, voice placating as she attempted to go back to playing tetris on her phone. When Kurt had laughed at her for playing such a game, she had threatened to force a chasity device upon him - either that, or cut off his balls - to make sure he would never get laid again. He had never mentioned her playing tetris again.
Huffing as a piece of teal hair fell into his eyes, Kurt raked a hand down his white over-large top, black chipped nails catching on the printed words upon them. "I'm thinkin' bout going to Scandals tonight," He offered, digging into the battered black leather bag propped up by the couch to grab a cigarette of his own and a turquiose lighter. Lucy's green eyes lit up.
"I'm on board!" She smiled, red painted lips curling up as her eyes crinkled beneath their dark mascara covering. Kurt snorted teasingly, taking a drag.
"You just wanna see Rhue again," He laughed, voice throaty as he did so. He snickered, not unkindly, when Lucy nodded eagarly, eyes glazed as she moaned quietly.
"You bet K," She said dazedly. "She does the best things with her tongue,"
"Don't want to know Lu," Kurt said. "Gay, remember? All about dick?" He hummed, moaning as he did so as he licked his lips. "Hmm, dick," Quinn, whose shoulder had been steadily shifting up and down, suddenly burst into laughter. Kurt didn't even get offended as he turned his face towards, lips set into a smirk when he noticed the newly lit cigarette held in her hands as she stood before him, eyes glinting and mouth curling maliciously.
"We're definitely going to have to go to Scandals if you're doing that when you haven't been laid in a week," She sneered teasingly. Rochella, having looked up from her phone, snorted as Kurt pouted again, running a hand through his teal hair before tugging on his inverted dangling cross earring in his left lobe.
"A week, Q! A week," He whined, looking up at Quinn sorrowfully.
"Yeah, K," Rochella drawled as she stubbed her cigarette. "Such a hard life, ain't it?"
"Precisely!" Kurt exclaimed as he sat up, one hand keeping his balance as he took another drag, letting the smoke twirl around him. Quinn waved a hand, getting rid of the smoke he had blew into her face.
"Coulda fucked Puckerman," Quinn said, flopping down next to Kurt, whom snorted scornfully even as Lu and Rochella laughed. "But noo!"
Kurt shrugged. "Like I'd ever let that piece of not-so-hot ass near me,"
"Good choice K," Rochella replied, tugging on one of her lavender dreadlocks. "He's not as good in the sack as he says he is,"
Quinn snorted unpleasantly. "Too true 'Chella. Never again," She shuddered. Lu laughed. "Don't even know why I did it in the first place,"
"Because you didn't have us to guide ya'," Rochella said, flicking a butt at Quinn who flapped it away with a grin.
"True, that," Kurt turned his head into Quinns stomach to smother his unkind snigger.
"You'd think they had better things to do than look at us and run screaming back to their momma," Kurt intoned boredly as he watched yet another freshman girl turn heel and run as they approached her. It was exhilarating when it had first happened, but it got old fast as all the noise did was grate uncomfortably on his ears to such a degree he had often found himself pondering who would miss the bodies of poor defenceless little children if he was to commit homicide if only to save his poor, sensitive ears.
"That's half the fun, K!" Rochella exclaimed, socking him in the arm as he leered at a senior jock who let his own eyes run over Kurts lithe form. With a sly smile, Kurt winked, chewing on his tongue stud as he swayed his hips. The jock growled.
"Huh!" Quinn said, looking back with surprise as the jock past them with a lust-darkened look. "Always thought Travis was a bit bent,"
"Oh yea, he's bent alright," Kurt snorted, smothering a snicker as a pack of sophmore boys took one look at them and ran in the opposite direction. One screamed. "But he loves bending them over even more,"
"You don't have to be so vulgar," A voice said behind them. Kurt rolled his eyes skyward. Of course.
"What'd you want, Berry?" He snarked as he turned, doc martins clattering on the off-white tiled floor. Rachel Berry flinched at his hostile tone.
"I wanted to talk to you and Quinn," She said, standing her ground. Rochella snorted; this little slip of a girl thought she could stand up to the Skanks? She may have balls but she was obviously down-right foolish. Especially faced with an exceptionally horny Kurt Hummel who was fierce even when just laid. Kurt roved his eyes over her form, making Rachel scrunch up her face in displeasure before her eyes widened as Kurt let a sneer flit across his face.
"You're not worth my time, man-hands," Without further ado, Kurt turned on his heel again, black leather backpack swirling with him as he stalked down the hallway, Quinn, Rochella and Lucy upon his heels.
It was true, Rachel wasn't worth his time. He had been belittled and undermined by her for far to long and it was time she knew that she wasn't the Queen Bee. Not that she ever was, but they had all allowed her delusions that had many far-reaching consequences. She would have to deal.
He didn't turn around to see that when Rachel had tried to follow him, a smirking Santana had out-kicked her foot, making Rachel land on her face in the middle of the hallway with a yell.
"She's such a prude," Quinn muttered as Kurt bumped his shoulders into gently.
"Personally," Rochella said as he stuck her head in between Quinns and Kurts. "I don't know who you managed to survive her all them years,"
"Sex," Kurt smirked, leering at a senior who had just passed. "Lots and lots and lots of sex,"
Tossing her head back, Lucy laughed loudly.