Kurt clutched Blaine's hand nervously. Blaine looked over and gave a broad smile at his wide-eyed boyfriend, pale skin glowing from the neon sign for Lima's Secret, the local gay bar. It was supposed to be fun, Blaine had suggested it earlier in the week because some of his friends at Dalton had gone there before and he was interested. He was finally with Kurt at McKinley, but they couldn't even touch without sneering glances and seemingly accidental shoves as football players walked past in the hallways. He wanted to go to a place where he could see Kurt let go.

Kurt always remained prim and proper at both his house and at Blaine's, always leaving with a chaste kiss, petting his hand with a light, quick touch, maintaining minimal eye contact while they ate with either of their parents. The few times they were alone together, Kurt let go a little. They didn't go far, just a little desperate rutting against each other in the back seat of the car until they both came, pants still on. Maybe a little grope here and there, a half hand-job, over the pants. Neither of them was experienced, and Kurt didn't wouldn't even acknowledge the fact that he was sexy, which Blaine told him every time he got him alone. He was trying to reinforce that idea and allow Kurt to let it show.

Kurt was uncomfortable because that is what McKinley had taught him. Don't show affection, don't let out your true personality, because people will only tear you down for it. Blaine wanted to show Kurt a place where everyone was perfectly okay with showing your true self. The only place in Lima he could even think of where this was possible was Lima's Secret. It might be in a slightly sketchy area, but it got good reviews and was supposed to be a hell of a time on karaoke night.

Now, seeing Kurt in line for the door, Blaine thought he looked like a small child about to go to the dentist. Kurt was dressed in one of the hottest outfits Blaine had ever seen, and the expression on his face only made Blaine give him that wide smile, a quick wink, and a reassuring squeeze of the hand.

"Hey, it's gonna be fun, okay? Just don't be nervous," Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear.

"I'm not nervous," Kurt lied, pushing his hair back in place and readjusting his black button-up he had chosen after hours of debating with Mercedes: tight black button-up with the top few buttons undone, tight black pants, and a blue ascot to accent it and bring out his eyes. He had left the house with a 'congratulations on being hot' from Mercedes, very confident. Yet, as he stood in the neon glow of the sign plastered to the small brick building with blacked-out windows, he couldn't help but feel like he was going up against something he wasn't quite ready for. He clung to Blaine like a life raft and tried to remain calm.

It was their turn to get past the bouncer: a large man, bald, with a surprisingly high voice. They showed their ID's and Kurt took one more breath before they walked in through the opaque glass doors. As soon as they stepped in, a wall of muggy air knocked the breath out of both of them. There was a bar on the left and a huge dance floor on the right, bright lights flashing in all directions, all different colors. There were almost a hundred men on the dance floor, half of them didn't have shirts, the other half were groping each other, making out, and grinding to the music.

Kurt stared open-mouthed at the scene before him. The music was so loud he felt his brain would explode. It was a sensory overload to say the least. It didn't stop him from getting slightly hard in his tight black pants, though. There were so many men, sweaty and half-dressed, gyrating and moving together packed tightly. He had never seen anything like it.

Blaine was having basically the same reaction, fixed to where he stood. He kept his composure, giving another squeeze to his boyfriend's hand. His brain was short-circuiting, but he could see that Kurt was on the verge of freaking out, so he tried to look calm. Once his feet had feeling again, he tried to put one in front of the other and lead Kurt to the bar. Baby steps.

"Do you want anything to drink? A coke, anything?" he said, trying to make his voice sound normal even though he knew it was a little higher than usual. He leaned in close because the music was so loud.

Kurt shook his head, smiling a tight smile. The bartender came up to where they were sitting, a handsome black man in a tight tank top, head scarf wrapped around his head so the tail trailed down his back, and light make-up on his eyes.

"What can I get you, sugar?" he asked with a wink, directing it to Blaine because Kurt was obviously on another planet, still gawking at the dance floor.

"Can I get a water?" Blaine managed, and the bartender served him with another wink and a slight caress of the hand. Blaine blushed at the contact. Maybe he wasn't so used to affection either. He handed the glass to Kurt. "Drink," he demanded.

"Mr. Anderson, are you trying to get me drunk?" The first joke of the night. That had to be a good sign.

"It's a water, it'll calm you down," Blaine replied. He hoped it would calm him down, because the last thing he needed was the same-old uptight Kurt. Don't get him wrong, he loved his boyfriend. But he wanted to see Kurt's hair messed up, sweat dripping from his temples to slide down his slender neck and pool in between his collar bones. Blaine loved to trace his tongue down Kurt's neck, bite at the tender skin of his chest. It was one of the few things Kurt would let him do, and Blaine loved the way it made Kurt gasp those few precious times they had curled up together in the dark.

Kurt chugged the water. Strangely it did calm him down. Now that he had been watching the dance floor for a couple of minutes, it really wasn't so overwhelming. He could handle this. He and Blaine had gotten to know each other so well over the past months that he could tell Blaine was frustrated. He was tired of Kurt pushing him away and not giving in to what they both obviously wanted. Kurt wasn't afraid anymore. When Blaine made that huge decision and transferred, Kurt realized that Blaine wasn't going anywhere. He knew it was time to man up and trust Blaine.

He was about to ask Blaine to dance when he looked over a few stools down and saw Dave Karofsky stroking the hand of the bartender. Dave was wearing a polo, and Kurt had to admit he looked so much happier here than he had ever been in the halls of McKinley. The look suited him. If Dave could let go and flirt, why was Kurt glued to his stool? Kurt had a hot piece of ass waiting for him to be comfortable enough to make the move. So Kurt put the water down, grabbed Blaine's hand and pulled him up.

Blaine's face went from confused to break into a big smile when Kurt started to lead him to the dance floor. Suddenly overcome with confidence, Kurt started moving his hips. It was even hotter on the dance floor than it was at the bar, Kurt could feel sweat dripping down his back and wiped the sweat forming on his brow already. He lifted his hands of his head and swayed his hips in a Single Ladies fashion. Blaine stared for a second, pupils dilated, no longer smiling, before he grabbed Kurt's belt loop and pulled him forward. To be safe, he kept a little distance between the two, trying to match his sway to Kurt's and looking into his eyes.

The mood changed, Kurt suddenly couldn't take the distance anymore, and lowered his hands so he could pull Blaine in close, causing contact of their hips, a welcome relief to the situation they both had going on in their pants. Blaine's mouth opened and Kurt couldn't really hear, but he could've sworn that Blaine had just let out a groan at the friction that was occurring in rhythm to the beat. Blaine swirled Kurt roughly around, sensing that he no longer needed those boundaries. His guard was down. He pulled him close so Blaine's dick, now very hard, was rubbing against his ass. Kurt could feel it and he bit his lip in frustration.

The stifling atmosphere, flashing lights, and loud music made him feel almost drunk. Seeing all the guys around him making out made him feel like he could do anything right now. He's pretty sure he saw a guy jacking off another guy like five feet away from him. Strangely, it didn't seem weird. The spirit of the gay club was taking him over, and when Blaine sunk that perfect mouth around Kurt's neck and thrusted his erection against his ass, Kurt didn't even try to stifle the moan. He threw his head back and closed his eyes. People could be watching him, he didn't care. It was almost hotter to think about other guys on the dance floor watching his boyfriend lick the sweat off of Kurt's neck.

Blaine nosed the shell of Kurt's ear, and Kurt could hear his heavy breathing that he couldn't feel on his neck because of the heat that was radiating from everyone's bodies. Kurt didn't usually like to sweat, but on this floor, he discovered he liked a lot more things than he could've imagined. He liked the push of random guys against him as they moved past, the quick eye contact he made with another when he happened to open his eyes, the feel of Blaine's voice reverberating in his chest against Kurt's back.

They were now both dripping in sweat, and neither of them cared one bit. Blaine was amazed at how unabashed Kurt was being. It was driving him crazy that Kurt was pushing back against him, tilting his head so Blaine could get more access, putting one hand around Blaine's head and the other trying to reach back to Blaine's ass. Kurt turned his head to the side, lips parted, pleading for a kiss. Blaine obliged, diving into a messy, heavy kiss, mostly tongues crashing against each other. Kurt tightening his grip on the hold he had now on Blaine's hair.

Blaine had gotten his wish. Flushed and pink, Kurt had fully let go. The mutli-colored lights reflected off of the sheen of the light layer of sweat on Kurt's face, making him look absolutely beautiful. Kurt was moving his body in a way that Blaine had only seen on rare occasions when they did those kinds of dances in Glee Club. But here, in the club, the moves were ten times hotter and lead his hips to buck on their own accord on Kurt's perfect ass. Every once in a while Kurt would turn his head and they would kiss again until they needed air. Then Kurt would be preoccupied with mouthing the words of the song and moving his hands up and down Blaine's sides.

It was even worse when Kurt would slide his hands down his own neck and chest, leaving a track of his fingertips in the sweat. Occasionally, he would unbutton another button, run his hand through his sweat-soaked hair, or even go further down, rubbing down his thigh. It was absolutely wrecking Blaine. He couldn't watch or he would probably come right there on the middle of the dance floor.

Blaine had kept his hands respectively on Kurt's hips, but it was taking all of his self control not to reach down the couple of inches it would have took to rub over Kurt's dick. Those inches seemed like a mile, even in this crazy atmosphere, he couldn't bring himself to take the leap. He didn't think Kurt was ready for that much PDA. So he clutched Kurt's hips tightly, maybe too tightly, and tried to relieve a little tension by grinding as best as he could.

After about thirty minutes of dancing, sweating, and groping, Blaine couldn't handle any more. A new song came on and he was about to tap Kurt on the shoulder and suggest they cool off and get some more water, but at that moment Kurt pried himself away from Blaine and made his way to a slightly raised section where a couple of guys were dancing a level above everyone.

Kurt pulled himself up onto the platform and danced by himself, running his hands over his body, through his hair. This was his fucking song. He heard cat calls from the crowd below. It was just like performing. Like singing a solo in front of everyone but his body was doing the singing. The men surrounding the platform raised their eyes up to stare and cheer. Kurt was loving the attention, moving his hips faster and faster, every once and a while throwing in a body roll.

Blaine was in the crowd, staring up with the rest of the guys within a ten foot radius of Kurt. He had maneuvered his way closer to the platform, and all he could do was watch helplessly as Kurt swayed and thrusted and touched himself in front of everyone. He looked better than he had ever looked before, completely sexy, skin glowing in the dark, eyes no longer showing any hint of concern. His eyes looked like he could take any guy home and fuck him senseless. Blaine imagined that is the same look kurt would give after sex.

All of these guys in the crowd and Kurt hadn't once broken eye contact with Blaine. He loved the way Blaine was staring at him, gelled hair slightly disheveled, face red and slightly wet. The purple v-neck he had chosen was almost completely soaked in sweat. He was staring at Kurt with an expression Kurt had seen many times. It was the same one Blaine gave him when Kurt broke apart after an intense make out session or right before Kurt told him Blaine was allowed to feel him up outside of the jeans. That look pushed Kurt over the edge.

He hopped down from the stage and launched himself immediately into Blaine's arms. He pulled Blaine in for another kiss, all tongue, teeth clashing and fingernails scraping down backs and necks. There may have been some cheering from some of the other people in the crowd who were watching this happen. Neither Kurt nor Blaine were paying attention to anyone else, they were enveloped completely in each other. Kurt broke away with much protest from Blaine and took Blaine's hand and pulling blaine away.

"Where are we going?" Blaine questioned.

Kurt said nothing. He was heading towards a door in the back with an Exit sign above it. The door led to the alley out back. He had made up his mind.