The music played softly, a lot softer than usual, but that was normal for this part of the week. There were a few patrons scattered around in various booths and seats, the dance floor a wide-open space. Sitting in the back, in a dark corner booth sat Kurt Hummel, drinking his sorrows away, trying to forget the images running through his mind.
It was a Tuesday evening, around 7pm, Kurt normally wouldn't drink during weekdays due to his hectic schedule, but today was an exception, he wanted to forget, and he figured he was his own boss anyway, so what did it matter if he was late in the morning. He had already downed quite a few beers, as well as a few shots of random spirits, and was starting to feel quite drunk. He made his way to the bar to get another, plopping himself into a barstool instead of walking back to his secluded booth, figuring it would be easier to stay by the bar with the amount he was wanting to drink.
Normally he would be against drinking away problems, but everyone was busy tonight, and all he wanted to do was forget, so if his friends weren't around to help, alcohol would be the next best thing.
"What will it be?" a voice broke through his depressing thoughts.
Kurt tilted his head up from where he had been resting it on his arms that he had crossed leaning on the bar, his blurry vision slowly focusing in on a pair of warm hazel eyes.
"Something strong," he slurred.
"Sorry, I really don't think you should have any more," Hazel eyes said in amusement.
"Don't care, just want to forget," Kurt said, putting his head back to its previous position.
"Well, I will give you water, because you really don't need any more, you're going to fall asleep here in a minute," Hazel eyes smiled at him, wondering what could be so wrong that he was this drunk on a Tuesday night, "better yet, why don't I call a taxi for you, and you can head home and sleep this off."
"M'kay," Kurt mumbled into his arms, not moving.
Hazel eyes sighed, and jumped over the bar, not bothering to walk around, and guided Kurt into in to a standing position, letting him lean into him, and walked him out the door, hailing a cab as the got the edge of the sidewalk.
"I hope you remember where you live," he chuckled.
"Mm, don't have a home, live with Rachel," Kurt mumbled.
"Ok, well as long as you know where Rachel lives then."
"Yep," Kurt said, popping the 'p' sound as he got into a taxi that had stopped.
"Alright, take care then," Hazel eyes said, closing the door after Kurt had sat in, watching as the taxi pulled away and drove down the street, hoping like hell that he would get home alright.
Shaking his head, wondering why he even cared so much, he went back inside to close up.
Kurt woke the next day with a pounding sensation in his head. Groaning and pulling his hands over his face he got out of bed and went into the bathroom attached to his room, pulling out various containers of aspirin and other painkillers, taking a few to get rid of his headache before stepping into the shower.
Once he was out of the shower and dressed, he was feeling a little bit better, so decided he would have some food. He left the bedroom, and made his way down the hall to the kitchen, sighing happily at the smell of coffee that was still in the air. He was obviously up much earlier than he thought he would be, and judging by the fact the apartment still smelt of coffee, Rachel would be around somewhere.
He put some toast on, and by the time he had made his coffee the toast was ready, he put some spread on it and made his way into the living area, where he found Rachel sitting on the couch reading a newspaper.
"Morning," she said brightly.
"Morning," Kurt groaned, "how did I not see you there when I went into the kitchen?" he asked.
"I don't know, you were looking at the ground though. How are you feeling? Because quite frankly you look like shit," she asked accusingly, "where were you last night?"
"Umm, at a bar, can't we not talk about it right now please," he begged, "I feel like crap already, I don't want to make it worse by talking about my problems."
"Alright, but I expect to hear about it at some stage," she demanded. "Now, I have to go to the theatre soon, will you be going into the office or staying here?"
After finishing college 2 years ago, Rachel had been in numerous off-Broadway plays. She was currently in the last run of one that had become very popular, and had a feeling that her next audition would land her a role on Broadway.
"I think I might stay here, I can do most of my work from here anyway," Kurt replied, picking up his sketchbook for emphasis.
"Alright, well I will be back later, the show doesn't start until 9 tonight so we are rehearsing until 4, I will be back with food around 5, see you later," she said, getting off the couch, leaving the room with a kiss to his forehead.
Kurt closed his eyes with a groan, he couldn't be bothered doing any work today, instead he was going to mope around the apartment, and he felt he deserved some time to do that. He went into the kitchen, and grabbed the container of cookie dough flavoured ice-cream, put in a horrifically clichéd rom-com, and sat there in the lounge, eating all that was left in the ice-cream, wondering why his life couldn't be like the movies.
Rachel arrived home, arms laden with Chinese food just as she had said, to find Kurt in the same position she had left him in, the DVD menu on the TV screen, an empty ice-cream container on the coffee table, and Kurt curled up on the couch asleep.
"He really needs to sort this out," she muttered to herself, walking over and nudging Kurt off the couch, making him land on the floor with a thud.
"What's going on?" he mumbled sleepily.
"Get up now!" Rachel ordered, "I have food."
Reluctantly, Kurt got up from the floor, and sat back on the couch, taking the plate of food that Rachel was holding out for him.
The next couple of days went by in the same fashion. Rachel going off to rehearsal and then coming home to find Kurt sprawled out in front of the TV, clearly wallowing in misery, but he would never tell her what it was about, saying it hurt too much.
Saturday night Rachel arrived back to her apartment and decided that she had had enough; Kurt needed to stop his pity party. So, she arranged with some of her theatre and college friends to all meet at Image, their local gay bar, before they would move on to other bars in the city. None of them minded going to the gay bar, especially since at least a quarter of the group were gay, and Rachel decided that since it was for Kurt, that should be their first stop.
She dragged Kurt from the lounge, and into his room, telling him to shower and dress in the hottest looking outfit he owned.
An hour later, Kurt emerged from his bedroom in the tightest black jeans he had, a white button up that had been buttoned only half way up, with a white undershirt, his hair arranged in a messy but still styled way, finishing off the arrangement he had his black boots and a white scarf through his belt loops, knowing that the black light would make it glow in a tantalizing way.
"Wow," Rachel gaped, "if I were a guy, I would so be jumping your bones right now, you look hot!"
"Let's go then and see if it happens, I could do with some fun," Kurt chuckled.
Rachel raised an eyebrow at this comment; clearly surprised at the way Kurt was acting. He never seemed like a one nightstand type of guy in the past, but I guess the past month had changed him.
Grabbing their winter coats, wallets, keys, and phones, they made their way from the apartment, and down a few blocks to the bar, where their friends were meeting them. Rachel spotted the group huddled outside the bar and dragged Kurt down the sidewalk, nearly pulling his arm out of its socket.
"Hey, we're here!" she exclaimed as she reached the group.
"Hey you two," the group chorused, before they were enveloped in a group hug.
"Alright, if we have to be out tonight, can we at least go into the warmth of the bar, please" Kurt said, jumping up and down on the spot trying to keep warm.
The group made their way into the bar, taking their coats off at the bag and coat check at the door, and made their way to get some drinks.
"Alright, I will buy this round, what would everyone like?" Mark asked, one of Kurt and Rachel's friends from college, before Kurt had changed his major. Mark was a tall skinny blonde, who wore far too much cologne, but with his impeccable dress sense Kurt was able to look past the small detail, and they quickly became good friends.
He was met by a chorus of 'wines and cocktails', Kurt choosing to stick with a cocktail after remembering the state he got himself in a few nights ago.
The drinks were bought and the group made their way to a secluded booth where they could talk easily without having to shout over the music.
"A few hotties in here tonight," Mark whispered to Kurt, "I think I might go after a few of them," he winked.
Kurt looked around the room and hummed in agreement, not having anyone catch his eye. He looked across the bar, when he spotted the same hazel-eyed man that helped him when he had been there drunk out of his mind. Blushing he stood and declared that he would buy the next round, and made his way over to the bar.
"Can I get 8 cosmos please," he said as he slid up to the bar.
"Sure can, not on the beer tonight then?" Hazel eyes asked with a laugh.
"O ha-ha, very funny," Kurt replied sarcastically, "but thanks for helping me out the other night, I probably would have fallen asleep right here," he finished patting the bar top.
"We can't have that now can we," Hazel eyes replied with a smile as he started pouring the 8 cosmos for the group, "here I will give you a hand taking them over," he finished with a grin.
"Oh, thanks," Kurt said grabbing a couple of the drinks to take over as hazel eyes put the rest on a tray to take them to the table.
They made their way over to the table where everyone was waiting for their drinks, light conversation going around.
"Kurt!" Rachel and Mark exclaimed at the same time, "took you long enough."
Rachel seemed to spot hazel eyes behind him and gave him an approving look.
"Why, hello there, my name is Rachel," She said, putting on a flirty smile and fluttering her eyelashes.
"And I'm Mark," Mark said in an almost seducing tone.
"Ah, the infamous Rachel then," Hazel eyes said, sending a wink in Kurt's direction.
"What is he talking about Kurt?" Rachel asked confusedly.
"Ah, nothing, never mind," Kurt blushed, sending a playful glare in hazel eyes direction.
"Right, well have fun with these," hazel eyes gestured to the drinks, "see you when you want the next round," he sent another grin to Kurt before turning to walk back to the bar.
"Wait," Rachel called out, making the man turn around raising an expectant eyebrow, "when do you finish?"
"Um, in about 10 minutes actually," he said looking at his watch, realizing what the time was.
"Why don't you join us?" Rachel asked.
"Oh sweetie, you're really not my type, sorry," Hazel eyes said politely.
"Ha-ha, I can tell, what with the wink and smile at Kurt, I have excellent gaydar just so you know," Rachel said before Kurt cut her off from talking any more.
"Rachel!" he exclaimed.
"What?" she asked innocently, "He seems nice, and I thought he might like to join us for a few drinks, we can always do with a ninth person," she smiled at Kurt, turning expectantly at Hazel Eyes.
"Um, sure I guess I can do that then," Hazel eyes said rubbing the back of his neck, "see you in about 15 minutes Kurt," he finished with another wink.
"Well, if you're going to join us, you may as well tell us your name," Mark scoffed.
Hazel eyes looked at Mark with confusion about his attitude.
"It's Blaine," he said before walking back to the bar to finish his shift.
Blaine, Kurt thought, still Hazel Eyes to me.
The music was pumping through their bodies. It was an hour later, and a number of cocktails had been drunk, and they decided they were only just getting started.
Blaine had come and joined the group, bringing with him the next round of drinks, making the group accept him happily, catching him up to their state of intoxication quickly enough.
They were now on the dance floor, which was packed with bodies, dancing with each other, Kurt and Rachel dancing together quite suggestively as they were extremely comfortable with each other to be that way. Blaine was dancing with a couple of others from the group, watching Kurt and Rachel.
"That your boyfriend?" He whispered into Kurt's ear, coming up behind him and grinding into him, pointing slightly to where Mark was watching Kurt.
"Uh, n-no," Kurt stuttered out after the initial shock of Blaine dancing like that with him.
"You sure? He seems like he wants to be," Blaine said, his breathe hot on Kurt's skin, sending shivers up and down the taller boy.
"No, no, he's just like that, he knows nothing will ever happen between us, we are too alike really, he's not my type" Kurt said, getting into the rhythm and grinding back into Blaine.
"Oh yeah, what is your type?" Blaine asked, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist, pulling him back into himself.
"Um, I don't know really, but not him," Kurt leant his head back a bit trying to see Blaine.
"Mind if I help you find out?" Blaine's voice was low and seductive.
"Wh-what?" Kurt stuttered before Blaine was spinning him around so they were face to face.
"I can help you find you if you like," Blaine replied, pulling Kurt closer so that he could clearly feel the growing erection in his pants.
Kurt gasped, his own cock twitching at the contact.
"You are seriously hot," Blaine said into his ear, taking Kurt's earlobe in his teeth and nipping at it, "I thought so the other night too," he finished, letting go of his ear.
"Um, thanks," Kurt blushed, "You're really hot too."
"I'm serious, let me show you," Blaine breathed, placing a kiss to Kurt's neck.
"Um, ok," Kurt answered unthinkingly, moving his head slightly so more of his neck was exposed.
Blaine started nipping and sucking at the skin that was showing before taking a hold of Kurt and pulling him from the dance floor.
"Not there, come with me out back," he took Kurt's hand and led him behind the bar and into a small office out the back.
"Um, are you sure this is alright?" Kurt asked, suddenly aware of what was happening.
"Yeah this is my office, what do you want to do?" Blaine asked, his brain catching up to the situation too, "don't worry so much, we aren't going to fuck," he finished, taking in Kurt's worried expression.
"We're not?" Kurt asked.
"Not unless you want to? Do you want to?" Blaine asked, his hands on Kurt's hips, thumbs rubbing circles into the bone that was jutting out slightly.
"Um, not really," Kurt blushed and looked at the floor.
"Hey, don't be embarrassed, there are other ways to take care of you," Blaine said, lifting Kurt's face with a finger under his chin.
The boys stood in silence, looking each other in the eyes, taking in the different emotions playing in their eyes. The tension in the room started getting thicker, and before Kurt knew it, Blaine was leaning in slightly. Kurt didn't hesitate before he leant in too.
Their lips met, soft and plump against slightly chapped, the scent of alcohol lingering in the air.
The kiss turned from chaste to needy in a matter of moments. Kurt could taste the cocktails on Blaine's tongue, mixed with another taste he couldn't quite distinguish.
Blaine was pushing Kurt backwards up against the door to the office, pulling at his clothes trying not to break the kiss.
Kurt was just as eager, his hands pulling Blaine's shirt out of where is was tucked into his jeans, his hands travelling up the smooth back, feeling the muscles moving under his touch.
"Let me take care of you gorgeous," Blaine growled into Kurt's ear before attaching his lips to his neck, trailing down his now bare chest, the shirt and undershirt having been removed at some point, when Kurt wouldn't be able to tell you.
He stopped at Kurt's nipple, taking one into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, as his other hand teased the other nipple. After they were sufficiently teased, he trailed kisses down his navel, following the light trail of hair down to the waistband of his jeans. His hands moved from where they were running up and down Kurt's back to the button on his jeans. He stopped the kissing and looked up at Kurt, silently asking if this was ok.
"Please," Kurt begged, his own hands coming to help Blaine pull the impossibly tight jeans down, followed by his underwear.
Blaine took a moment to look at Kurt, taking in his cock.
"Beautiful," Blaine murmured, looking up at Kurt to show he meant it in more ways than one.
He took Kurt's length into his hand, his other hand gently caressing Kurt's thigh. Kurt moaned at the touch, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the door.
His eyes snapped open as he felt wetness on his cock, he looked down to see that Blaine had taken him into his mouth, and was running his tongue along the underside to the tip, before sucking right to the base again, tongue flicking over the slit at the head, gathering the pre-come there. Kurt instinctively snapped his hips forwards, fucking himself into Blaine's mouth. Blaine put his hands on Kurt's hips, holding him back, his thumbs pushing hard enough that there would most likely be a bruise there later. He looked up through his eyelashes to watch Kurt, the way he threw his head back in pleasure when Blaine hollowed his checks out and sucked hard. He listened to the moans coming from Kurt, his own erection throbbing painfully in his jeans.
Kurt tried hard not to snap his hips forward again, he could feel Blaine's thumbs pushing into his hips and it was exhilarating, he looked down again, watching the way Blaine would hollow his checks out and pull back, before going right down, taking Kurt's entire length into his mouth.
Kurt's breathing became erratic, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. Blaine looked back up at him through his lashes and it was the final straw for Kurt.
"Blaine, I'm gonna come," Kurt breathed out.
Blaine replied with a tap on Kurt's hip, silently telling him that it was ok, that was all it took for Kurt to let go, his come filling Blaine's mouth. Blaine swallowed each drop, sucking Kurt through his orgasm, watching the man as he came undone.
Kurt sunk down the wall, completely wrecked after the amazing orgasm he had just experienced, Blaine pulling him into a kiss as he got there.
"So, I was thinking we could go get a coffee?" Blaine asked as he pulled away from the kiss.
"Really?" Kurt chuckled, "you just sucked me off, and now you are suggesting coffee?"
"Well yeah," Blaine said looking hurt, "I would like to get to know you, you know, away from this," he said gesturing to Kurt's crotch.
"I didn't mean it like that," Kurt hurried to explain after seeing the hurt expression on Blaine's face, "I would love to get coffee with you, but first I have something to take care of," he finished, pulling Blaine into a searing kiss, palming the erection in his pants.