AN: So I did the dumbest thing in the world and accidentally deleted this so I have to repost it. I'm sorry :(
Part 1
Kurt stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, he couldn't believe he was here. There was no arguing that he didn't look good. He thought he looked the best he had ever looked in his life, but he was glad that no one he knew would see him like this. As much as he liked the admired looks people at school gave him when they saw him in some of his eccentric outfits, he didn't think the students (or teachers) of McKinley high were ready for this...
Riding low on his hips were a pair of skin tight silver hot pants. The outlined everything perfectly. On his stomach, and chest was white glitter body paint, his hip bones were decorated with white flames drawn on with make up. It had taken him two hours just to do one, but staring at them now he was glad he made such an effort. On his back were home made, very expensively home made angel wings, each and every single feather soft to the touch. His arms and legs were covered in the same body glitter and his face had another flame pattern across his right cheek. His eyes covered by a simple silver face mask, though he had made that seem glittery too. He looked himself up and down and smiled, he looked better then good. He walked out into the crowded night club and smiled, the dim lights reflecting of his body making him look as though he was dazzling, putting Edward Cullen to shame. He smirked making his way to the centre of the stage.
The music is loud and he loves it. His hips sway automatically, his hands in the air as he grinds, his eyes are closed and he jumps slightly when he feels arms snake around his waist. He'd expected someone to dance with him at some point, but he'd thought maybe they would ask first, he turned around and licked his lips when he saw who was wrapped around him. Kurt can tell he's older but he doesn't care. His mask is simple and black, his hair brown, curly but slicked back. His outfit, like his mask is simple, Kurt can tell he's dressed like the character from Phantom of The Opera. His white shirt is tight across his lean chest. Black bow-tie undone around his neck, and plain black trousers tight down muscular legs. Kurt licks his lips slowly.
They dance in synch with each other slowly, no words are swapped. The next song is faster and Kurt finds himself being manhandled so his ass is being rubbed deliciously by a straining cock trapped in the tight trousers. Lost in the moment he leans back against his shoulder, his wings the perfect distance apart to not make this uncomfortable. He turns his head and starts to kiss the perfect skin he can reach. The man groans, hands on his hips, moving them back and forth. Kurt whimpers, the hands go around his front and rests just above his groin, holding him tight. Kurt knows that this is potentially dangerous, he doesn't know the man that is in the easiest term humping the hell out of his ass. But with his arms around him he can't help but feel safe. The man turns him and stares at him through the mask. Kurt watches him, he's taller then he is and he has to lean up to kiss him, but when he does the hands slide down his back and rest on his ass, pulling him up more. The kiss is soft at first, hesitant. Kurt doesn't think that his first kiss is with a stranger in a night club, he doesn't care about that. He just cares about the tongue that is snaking it's way into his mouth. Teeth tug at Kurt's bottom lip and he whimpers, hands on his ass slide up and one slips down his boxers, hand touching his cheeks, warm. He rolls back against it, surprised by himself for not freaking out. He pulls away, needing to take a breath. He hasn't got a chance to breathe before the lips are moving to his neck, sucking hard. He knows he's going to have a mark there but he doesn't care. He'd think about cover up tomorrow, when hopefully his cock isn't straining in a pair of tight hot pants.
"Lets go somewhere quiet," The man whispers in his ear. Kurt nods before his mind can keep up with him. He can barely hear the voice against the music. The man keeps his hand where it is on his ass, he guides him over to the back wall and pushes him against it, not roughly, but not soft either. Kurt whimpers, he wraps a leg around his waist, pulling the man closer. Kurt gasps when he feels the man's hot cock pressed against his. They roll their hips desperately against each other. The man grabs his hips and pulls him up, Kurt takes the hint and jumps slightly, now having both legs wrapped around him, his arms around his shoulders.
He kisses him again, harder then before. A Tongue pushing its way in his mouth, exploring. Kurt runs his tongue along his slowly. The man whimpers into his mouth and his cock twitches as Kurt kisses him back. Kurt runs his hands through the man's curly hair, pulling him closer. The man's movements become more desperate, his hand in his shorts runs down his crack and Kurt gulps when he feels a finger press against his hole. He's never had anyone touch him there before, as it pushed in slowly Kurt groaned at how good it felt.
The man was making delicious noises in his ear as he kissed along his skin, his finger working in and out of his hole. Kurt whimpered, he couldn't do anything, he was at this man's mercy. The man started to push his hips harder, their groins creating the perfect friction against each others. The finger was pushed in harder and hit Kurt's prostate making the young dancer buck in the man's arm. Kurt felt the man smile against him as he massaged his finger against his sweet spot. Kurt can feel the man's cock leaking and he knows he's close. He reaches for his lips and kisses him hard, he's moaning and he just wants to explode. The man, Kurt wished he knew his name, rubbed his finger hard against his prostate more, Kurt whimpered into his mouth as he came hard in his expensive hot pants. The man tenses against him, he feels a wet patch growing and he knows it's from the man rutting against him as his body stills and his finger slips from his hole. He leans forward, pressing his lips against Kurt's. Kurt closes his eyes and just focuses on breathing steadily. When he opens them again he gasps. The man who had just given him his first orgasm (Ones on his own do not count) mask had slipped and Kurt was staring into very familiar eyes. Kurt lets himself fall from his grip and he adjusts his shorts before running away from him, leaving the man standing there looking very confused.
Kurt runs all the way home, when he gets in he throws himself on the bed, not caring about him crushing his angel wings or getting glitter and sweat all over his bed, all he can think about is closing his eyes and hoping that when he wakes up tomorrow this would all have been a rather detailed, and very good dream. He falls to sleep exhausted. When he wakes up, last night plays on his mind, he knows it isn't a dream when he winces as his angel wings dig into his back. He gulps and licks his lips, he swears he can still taste him. He gets up and showers, washing away the glitter and body paint. He dresses without thinking on what he's wearing. As he drives to school, he can't help but think of what's going to happen when he sees his Phantom in glee. It's not as though he knew it was him, Kurt could keep it as his little secret right? At least he hoped so.
His morning lessons went slow, last night was still at the back of his mind. As he walked into Glee club, his heart started to race he looked around, good he wasn't in yet. He sat on his normal chair, trying to act casual. When he walked in, Kurt knew that it wasn't just his secret. His eyes locked with his and he felt himself blushing looking down. He looked up and he was still looking at him, he wanted to do something but he didn't know what. After a moment, a moment that felt as though it lasted an eternity, he felt his eyes drift from him.
"All right class, lets begin." Will said moving to the middle of the class. As he taught the class, talking about this weeks project, Kurt felt eyes on him the whole time. He shivered, remembering those eyes behind the mask. He looked down to the man who had held him up against a wall and brought him to orgasm, he felt wrong being this far away from him. He shook his head, he couldn't exactly cut in and push Rachel away and ask to sing the duet instead just to feel close to him. Besides, what would he do if he did that? What was he hoping for here, to be pushed against the wall and fucked? No masks... just them... He bit his lip at the thought. The class dragged on, he couldn't bring himself to sing, or to dance with his heart completely in it. He was all set for grabbing his messenger bag and sprinting from the room the minute the bell went, but he was stopped. "Kurt, can I see you for a minute?" Kurt gulped. He stopped packing away, he watched as everyone filed out and walked down the stairs and stood face to face with Will Schuster. He stared at him, and his heart flicked a beat, he gulped.
Oh yes. He was definitely, well and truly fucked.