My fist attempt at fanfiction, there will be at least one more chapter.

I walk into the bar nervous as hell. It was the first time I'd ever used my fake id, the first time I'd been in a gay bar, the first time I'd been in any bar, and I knew despite my best efforts I still looked painfully young and the fact I didn't plan on drinking as I had to drive over an hour home tonight made me seem even younger. I looked around the room there were guys sitting at the bar, and in pairs and small groups at the half a dozen tables scattered around the room. There are a couple dozen people dancing. I didn't know what to do so I sat down at an empty table near the dance floor, and pulled out my phone, looking both at the phone and the dance floor trying to get up the nerve to dance.

It took me all of five minutes before I finally convinced myself that I didn't drive an hour for nothing. I took a deep breath and walked across the room. I started dancing at the edge of a group and a guy turned around to face me and we danced at each other awkwardly, he was decent looking, but probably ten, fifteen years older than me. After a couple of songs another two guys turned around and started dancing with the two of us too, making a little circle, why people dance in circles, but hey it always seemed to just happen at parties school dances, where ever. I was actually having more fun now, with more people the pressure was off.

The first guy smiled and leaned over to say something to me. "You seem to be loosening up a bit now." I looked at him nervously, "Is it that obvious I'm new at this."

He laughed at me "yeah, but we've all been there." He looked at me like he was sizing me up

"Let me guess, you're young, high school young, in here on a fake id, you're not out yet, maybe to your family, but not out, out. Oh and you've never been in a relationship, with a boy at least."

Holy shit! I wanted to say but all that came out was "You're good at this."

He nodded "Been here a long time, but don't worry I'm not hitting on you, You're gorgeous but young, young enough I'd feel creepy for just thinking about it. I'm making the man on my left jealous that I'm talking to you, then I'm gonna walk over to the bar, and he'll follow me and buy me a drink."

"Oh really?" I asked him

He laughed, "when it works you should try it on the dark haired guy in the bow tie on the other side of the dance floor, he looks closer to your age."

He winked at me "See you later handsome." He said and walked off to sit at the bar and the other guy danced for another moment or two before he followed sitting next to him at the bar. I walked across the dance floor squeezing between bodies until I found a enough space to dance again, and danced by myself until the end of the song, and then the next one started up, slower and dirtier. Suddenly hands slid around my waist and I was pulled back against a man and he started to grind on me. It was nice I'd been ground on by drunk girls at parties, but being ground on was different, and I liked it. I relaxed and started to move with him. I could tell he was enjoying himself and it made me blush, although I was enjoying it too. The song came to an end and a faster song came on I stepped foreword and started dancing and turned around and I stopped.

The man I'd been dancing with was handsome, a little shorter than I was with dark brown curls and beautiful eyes, I was shocked, but not because he was gorgeous, but because I knew him. It was Blaine the boy I sat next to in Spanish class. We'd make fun of Mr. Shue's inability to teach Spanish, and do our homework together. I'd watch his dark eyelashes when he was concentrating, and try not to blush when he smiled at me, or when I caught him staring at me. The staring at me makes sense now, he's gay too. He's here and he's gay.

"Blaine?"

"Kurt" he said back, and pulled me off the dance floor to stand at the back of the bar further from the loud music.

"I didn't know you were gay, I thought I was the only one in school."

"Oh course not, at our school of three hundred there should statistically be thirty gay people, they're all just too afraid to come out after what happened to poor Daniel."

Daniel the poor kid was a senior when I was in sixth grade. He was a star football player, really popular, and our Homecoming King when he decided to come out to a couple of his 'friends' by the end of the day the whole town knew, and by midnight he was in the hospital after a sever beating. He was in there for over a month, and his parents sent him to a boarding school where he had to repeat the year after so much time in the hospital. The story didn't give me warm fuzzy feelings about what it would be like if I came out. Daniel was THE guy socially, and I'm pretty well liked and also on the football team as the kicker, but I'd get turned on just as fast only because faster isn't possible. I remember it well I'd never heard the term gay before that day, but after I knew what it meant and what I was, but more than that I knew I could never tell anyone about it. Daniel led me to get my first and only girlfriend.

"He's the reason I haven't come out either, not even to my dad, though I don't think he'd care."

"You know I've always liked spending time with you in Spanish."

"Well I understand you're staring at me now."

"I understand your staring too."

"I never thought I'd find another gay kid at McKinley."

"I know we could be each others support system, someone to talk to."

"That sounds really nice. I've always liked you and your curls." Did that just come out of my mouth?

"I've always like your sarcasm."

"I like your doodling in Spanish."

"I like your ass in those skinny jeans."

"I like stupid expressive eyebrows."

"Why don't you give up and kiss me already? You know you want to."

He wriggled his eyebrows at me, and leaned in until he we speaking right on my lips "You can tell me no." I swallowed my nerves I've never kissed a boy, but I leaned foreword anyways and pressed my lips to his.

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