Title: One Night In Las Vegas

Rating: M

Pairing: Kurtofsky, Fuinn, Sambastian, one-sided Kurbastian, one-sided Klaine

Summary: It wasn't hard to get swept away by the city of Sin. Las Vegas was amazing for not only getting lost, but finding ones' self in the haze of loneliness. When Kurt and Dave find each other they take advantage of their loneliness and impulses. At least the gold rings were beautiful.

Warnings: Slash: M/M Relationships, Slight, Anti-Klaine, Anti-Blaine, AU-All of season 3. Some canon, but mostly altered to suit my needs. There's some drama, language, strong sexual content etc,

Note1: Same-sex marriages are legal, and have been for quite some time, and there is little to no homophobic remarks/slurs etc. I had to put this up because my OTP is Kurtofsky, and while I multi-ship, Dave and Kurt are always in my heart.

Note2: This story is not action filled, it's mostly a cute domestic type fic involving Dave and Kurt getting hitched. This will not go heavily into the areas of any sort of bashing.

-Sexual Content Below-

We All Have A Weakness

Whoever said 'ignorance was bliss' needed to be maimed in the most ruthless way possible. Also, whoever quoted 'never count your chickens before they hatch' needed to learn that no matter how conscience a person was of those damn unborn chickens in eggs there was no possible way around the mental and emotional counting involved.

"Ahhh!" Kurt back was slammed to a wall, and his legs splayed around him shamelessly. He moaned loudly when he was thrust into slow, long, and hard. His arms were hooked around the familiar man's neck, and his lips were overpowered by mouth and tongue.

This was not apart of the plan.

"Don't stop!" he rolled his hips, and his eyes watered when Dave's swollen cock continued to pound into him as black spots took over his sight.

"I won't stop if you won't," the rough strangled voice of his bully managed as his body was stretched further.

This was definitely not apart of the plan.

Las Vegas... heat... lights... beautiful men and women... freedom... money... sweat... sex!

Kurt was pulled off the wall by Dave's muscular arms. They were really nice, and he gasped when he was thrown onto the bed with a bounce. Kurt stared at Dave fiercely as the man stared back, his cock dripping with lubrication, and fully erect.

Delirium.

"Get on top of me," Kurt ordered.

"Kind of demanding aren't we?"

"Get. In. Me. Now." He threw his head back and cried out when Dave widened his legs, slipped a forearm under his calf, and pushed inside of him as far as possible.

Too many drinks maybe? No. Kurt only ever drank one, and no more. Perhaps a drug? No, Kurt watched his drinks like a hawk, and he wasn't stupid enough to take them himself. Loneliness?

Bingo!

Kurt's lips searched out for Dave's, his eyes so hazy that he could barely see straight. He felt sweat, and licked the jock's cheek in need, and Dave complied, raising his head enough for Kurt to devour his mouth. He ran his hand across Dave's shoulders and along the man's neck grazing his cheek gently with his well manicured fingertips resulting in an impressive shiver inside the heat.

Kurt lapped at Dave's tongue through the groans, moans, whimpers, and pleas passed between them.

Loneliness was a catalyst in everything. It was intense and painful. A mind numbing experience that left jagged scars only visible to other lonely people.

"Please don't stop... don't leave me alone..."

"Not happening, Fancy," Dave groaned as he rolled the two of them, and he growled when Kurt settled his gorgeous lithe body on top of him. He cursed when Kurt experimented by wiggling that gorgeous ass against the hardest erection of his life. "Oh Fuck!"

Kurt shared the same sentiments as he slid down on Dave, breathing sharply as he did. He'd been fully prepared, but this position was consuming. He convulsed when his prostate was hit, and he fell forward onto Dave's chest, and licked his open mouth.

Experiences made a person, David told him about the few experiences he had when he arrived in Las Vegas. Discovery was also a key factor, something that he had to learn the hard way. Lessons, they were different than experience and discovery, but it tied in well.

"I like your arms," Kurt confessed breathlessly as Dave's eyes rolled. He locked them around Kurt's small body.

"You do?"

"Uh huh. Always have."

"Really?" Both of their voices were strained, but working well enough amidst the sexual haze and confusion.

"Mhmm... aahhh!" Kurt buried his face into Dave's neck as his second orgasm of the night hit him. His stomach clenched, and his body seized up.

Right place at the right time, wrong place at the wrong time, right place wrong time, or wrong place at the right time? He didn't know, and why was his left hand sparkling?

Once again, Kurt's world tilted, and Dave was on top once more. Their breathing worked in sync, and Dave's hips caused Kurt to tighten his lower muscles until Dave grabbed the nearest sheet and fisted it as a string of curses spilled from his mouth.

The complex heat made Kurt's head swim. He could feel Dave's come inside of him as he trembled where he lay underneath...

Dave's hand is glittering as well. Did he get a manicure? No. Gold?

"Fancy are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

Kurt was suddenly feeling light, and realized why when Dave's shoulder brushed his own. He lolled his head to the side to look at Dave with glassy eyes. "Never." His heart was racing, and his blood pressure had spiked to an insane degree.

"Why?"

"I was a virgin. I wanted my first time-" he trailed off as he stared down at Dave's left hand, which was rubbing his limp groin.

Gold again. He looked at his left hand, and also saw gold. But his eyes were still blurry.

"With me?" Dave asked dubiously.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Why not?" Kurt shifted onto his side. His naked body was exposed, and he felt a little strange to be lying across a bed without anything on. Not because Dave was there, but because anyone could walk through the door. He had locked it right?

"You hate me."

"No."

"You pity me."

"Mmm... no."

"Dammit, Fancy – why did you let me have you?"

Loneliness.

"You wanted me."

"No shit," Dave grumbled. "But you don't want me?"

Kurt was sure that was a question. "Why not?"

"Fancy..."

Kurt knew he was stalling, and trying to figure out why they were wearing gold rings.

Loneliness. Need.

"I needed you," he confessed quietly.

"You needed this?" Dave raised his left hand, and Kurt stared at it. It was pretty.

"We," Kurt corrected staring at it. "I came here to find myself, and heal. I healed."

"By marrying me?"

Marriage.

"Do I always have to be the brain?" Kurt asked with a suitable pout of his bottom lip.

"You aren't attracted to me-" Dave paused when Kurt snorted elegantly at his words. "What? You're not! You told me so-"

Kurt shook his head. "David," he purred causing his - Husband? To shiver. "I weigh less than 150 lbs. What else aside from my words do I have to fight against you with?"

Dave's eyelashes fluttered shamefully. "I'm sor-" A delicious slim finger pressed onto his lips.

"It's over," he whispered. "Let's agree that we both are annoying brats, and that I had decided that when I was here in Las Vegas that I would be impulsive. I wanted to see what it was like to simply do without thinking. No – I wouldn't have married just anybody, and no I wouldn't have had sex with just anybody. I am – was a full blown virgin. I did it because I wanted to." He removed his finger from Dave's lips, and finally he raised his left hand.

Very pretty. It was gold with little white diamonds circling around a larger oval diamond. They were real. He recalled the jewelry store one block away from the wedding park. The park was pretty, and Kurt had been eyeing the arches and flowers beside Dave. It had seemed almost instinctual when both of them had said the same three little words. 'Let's do it.'

"Same." Dave had done because he wanted to. He admitted that he was so tired of seeing Fancy walk around inside of his dreams with those damn skinny jeans and heeled boots. In his dream he would reach out to grab those perfect hips in hopes of pulling the boy to him, but he always faded away, and Dave always woke.

It went quiet.

It had been a beautiful day, July 13, 2011. Dave had purchased the most expensive package, and they had their names engraved on glass flutes. It wasn't too hot, and it most definitely wasn't cold considering they were very close to the desert. Kurt had picked out their clothes, and Dave was so handsome in charcoal gray with dove silver pinstripes.

Impulse.

"What happens now?" Dave asked quietly.

"Now?" Kurt smirked. "Well, since I don't think I can move, you David are going to put those really nice arms to good use and carry me to the bath."

"Damn, you sure are bossy, Fancy!" Dave was smiling as he sat up, and rolled his shoulders.

"Very bossy, David James Karofsky. Did I mention you were going to wash me to?"

Dave's eyes darkened, and his cock twitched when Kurt used the lower register of his voice. "Can't promise I won't make you dirtier, Fancy."

Kurt had been checking his perfectly done manicure when lovely arms snatched him effortlessly from the bed in true bridal style. He yelped as he wiggled his feet playfully, and slung his arms around Dave's neck in case he was dropped. "Woohoo!"

Dave chuckled softly at Kurt's delight.

The water was very warm, and Kurt leaned back into Dave's chest as he was washed slowly, the bubbles and foam rolling across his body. He let out a soft sigh.

"You know this might not last, right?" Dave asked his voice husky and thick.

Kurt hummed in agreement. Impulses usually had consequences, and a lot of regrets. Impulses were dangerous, but in Kurt's mind loneliness was potentially fatal. It could kill without conscience and without any repercussions for it's victims. It was nasty and dangerous. It was cold and cruel. It was – Kurt reached up, and took hold of Dave's large hands. They were very nice hands. He traced the pattern as the suds dropped off onto his chest.

"One day at a time, David. Just one."