So hi guys!

This story is something i've been wanting to work on for while now. I've named it 'Video Games' after Lana Del Rey's song which is gorgeous, this is because i plan on doing a series based on he songs but revolving aroung Kurt Hummel.

In this story Blaine is an owner of a renowned night club called 'Bijoux' and his new performer (Kurt) strives to have some sort of fame and attention. Kurt enjoys the luxuries, the promise of everything but when Blaine only sees him as an object to be kept Kurt can't help but feel neglected and craving attention from him.

It starts off as Klaine but we'll see what happens...

enjoy!


Inhaling the scent of cigar smoke that wafted throughout the dimly lit room he sighed in contentment as he realised he was finally home. In the time he had been gone the short man was glad that no drastic changes had been made to 'Bijoux' whilst he had been on a long hiatus from the club, the only change being more people had started to come to Bijoux since his friend Wesley had taken on a new act to perform a few nights a week. It had been a month since he had been away that Wes had provided employment to the new star and needless to say Blaine had been furious that he did so without any permission but when the figures rolled in he had stopped complaining.

Again, the change to the club was a boost in numbers but gladly not a drop in taste. The women adorned expensive dresses and the men crisp, fashionable suits as they lounged in the plush seating with glasses of wine and whisky- the scents melding in with the cigar smoke as they drank away their money in patience to see a show.

Blaine sat in his private seating located above some steps. He sat on the brown leather seating, sinking into it as he sighed in relief at the comfort of his new positon, taking a small glass of whiskey from the barmaid awaiting to serve him. As he released the cigar from his mouth the puffs of smoke swirled in the spacious air around in search of a way of escaping the club, hovering above the burgandy carpet and whisping it's way through the gold, cram and brown decor as it creaped out of the security guarded door.

The seating was spacious and the section was kept for Blaine to entertain friends' and collegues' aswell as himself. The spot of Blaine's rest was in perfect view of the stage, a large venue for song and dance which was lit with various yellow lights.

The spotlight came on averting the attention on all the punters' who had been awaiting for the show to begin. That was when Blaine's hazel eye's caught sight of the reason his Bijoux had become even more popular in the last few months. His throat became insanely dry as the young man came sweeping across the stage, his voice piercing through any noise making it become still and quiet in the venue. His voice flowed freely, becoming more intoxicating than the drink the owner held in his hand and hiis porcelain skin radiating in a beautiful aura arond him.

Wes smirked at his friend's reaction to his choice of employee to which he got a apprieciative nod as Blain ran a hand through his unruly brunette curls. The boy on stage showcased hiself in a tight blue shirt with a crisp white dress shirt unbuttoned over it. His black pants were incredibly tight and showed off his flawless figure as he danced about on stage, capturing the attention of customer and collegues' alike. His skin glistened in sweat underneath the luminousity of the spotlight that hovered above him, his coiffed hair coming undone as he twisted and stretched his body like no performer they had seen.


As the spotlight retreated to leave the club black then to be faded away by dim lights Blaine licked his bottom lip, sucking it in slightly as his eyes still remained on the stage despite the performer leaving it. The private area was large and many of Blaine's associates' had come up to greet him and congratulate on the ongoing success he had achieved since taking over from the club. Several men, bowler hats' and ties' are seen as the smoke again rises and circles around the large group.

In the corner of his eye he spotted the colour of white as Wes guided the source through the gathering of men. At this point Blaine had stopped listening to the conversation only to be snapped out of it by laughter which he ignorantly joined in with despite missing the punchline.

Wes guided the boy up to Blaine. His eyes were glistening blue and green as he greeted many who gave him a multitude of compliments' which earned a radiating smile that was infectious from the boy. Walking up to his employer the boy held his hand in greeting, Blaine noted the softness of his slender fingers' as they gripped him firmly. His eyes were more impressive close up, contrasting with his skin nicely as his pouted lips remained a luscious pink.

"Blaine, this is Kurt Hummel. He joined us not long ago and as you can see he has provided us with a large fan-base," The hand shake was slow as Blaine's reactions' slowed as he processed the beauty in front of him. He was slightly taller but not by much, he had muscles whilst maintaining a slender figure. "It's a pleasure to meet you Sir."

Heavenly.

His voice was positively angelic.


The night had gone quiet as people left the club.

Blaine slammed Kurt against the wall as they headed up to his quarter's above the club. The kisses was heated, bruising this angel's perfect pink lips as they connected over and over again, emitting heavy gasps inbetween. They stumbled as the door opened and slammed shut when Blaine hit it back with his foot before carrying the taller male with his legs wrapped around his hips, clothed bodies rolling against each other in friction before falling back onto the bed.

Blaine had decided from the moment he spoke that Kurt would be his and his alone.

The night echoed in moans and gasps as Blaine mad the boy his and only his, clutching to him when sleep had finally claimed the boy which allowed Blaine to gently brush away his chestunt hair from his face to study him better. His hand lay on his chest which fell in a comfortable rythm as he smiled slightly in sleep.

The navy blue of the night washed in with lighter tones of yellows, pinks and oranges as the sun reclaimed it's rightfull place in the sky. Kurt had awoken with his eyes a blur, adjusting to the light that shone through the viels on the four poster bed, snuggling back as he drew in the surroundings of the plush golden sheets of Blaine's bed. His arms bent back as his slender body stretched across the strewn sheets only to come upright when Blaine entered the room shirtless and with only pajama pants on which made his cheeks tint a rose colour.

Kurt's brought his knees up and layed his arms atop of them so he could lazily rest his head as he smiled contently at his employer. He drank in Blaine's appearance. His olive skin, his toned stomach and mass of curls with a small amount of stubble that had nearly grazed his face the night before. What Kurt had been drawn to most was the whoney tones that blended in with brown in his eyes.

Blaine sat at the side of the bed to place his hand behind the porcelain skinned boy's head to gently pull his head up into asoft but heated kiss before whispering in his ear as he rested their foreheads together. "I could give you everything..."

Their lips slammed together once more as their tongues danced around each others' mouths.

That was three years ago.


Let me know what you think, I will be writing more. I thought this would be a good prologue to the stroy of how Kurt and Blaine met, as I write more chapters' it will unfold into the relationship and thoughts of the two.

Please review!

-Eve