Part 3
Kurt's buzzing by the end of the school day. He hadn't seen Will, he didn't have Spanish and there was no Glee practice. He rushed home, talking for two minutes to his dad before rushing down to his bedroom. He stripped from his clothes hurriedly and headed to his en suit bathroom, he prepared himself a bubble bath. Scented candles, and scented bath salts. He was going to look his best for tonight, and he had to smell seductive. A mixture of strawberry bath salt, and Cherry shampoo and body wash was just the trick. He stayed in the tub for an hour, letting his body relax as he planned his outfit. By the time he got out of the bath the water was starting to get cold. He wrapped a fluffy towel around his waist, and put one over his head, towel drying his hair slowly as he moved into his bedroom. He blow dried and styled his hair perfectly, applying his face cream and then moisturiser, he put on some mascara too, loving the way his eyes were now more defined. He ran his strawberry lip balm over his lips and smacked the together and grinned. Heading to his closet he stared at the outfit he had picked out this morning. Tight, white skinny jeans, his black boots and a black vest top that he knew when he danced would slide up his body. Giving everyone in the club an eye full. Exactly what he was going for.
It took him a total of two hours to get ready. By that time his dad was already out with Carol assuming that his son would either spend the night at home in his bedroom singing, or doing homework (the first one more likely out of the two), or at Mercedes house. Kurt grinned at his fathers clueless attitude towards parenting. He grabbed his wallet, (inside was a condom – just on the safe side), and his lip balm. He walked out of the house and down the three blocks to the club. It was crowded when he got in and he loved it. The music already making him feel at home. He found his place in the middle of the dance floor and started to move his hips to the loud energetic beat blasting from the speakers.
He felt eyes on him, but so far no hands. He didn't want to look at the people who were looking at him. He didn't really care who they were as long as they weren't his Spanish teacher. Or any other teacher for that matter. He was lost in the moment as a Kyle song came on, he danced and mimed the word, a body pressed against his back and Kurt fell back against him. He felt strong and big against him. He danced in synch against him. He knew that the man against him wasn't Will. He was too big, too muscular. He shook his head, he wasn't going to think about him tonight. That was going against the plan!
Lips kissed along his neck and he shivered, leaning in against them. Hands ran down his side, gripping his hips tight, too tight. Kurt tried to pull away from them, he wanted to dance not be glued to him. The man's grip only tightened. Teeth dug in to his neck and he whimpered, not out of pleasure but fear. He'd heard stories about what happened to boys who went to clubs like these. He didn't want to become another story. He pulled away harder this time, he thought he was free but the arms snaked around his waist, pulling his body flush against him. Panic ran a mile through his body as he struggled to get away, he knew he was making noises of distress, but the music was too loud for anyone to hear.
He was just about to scream at the top of his lungs, when he was pulled away from the man's bruising grip. Kurt wasn't too sure what was supposed to happen. The man who had a craw like grip on him had gone to find someone else to dance with and Kurt was left with the man who had pulled him away hand still on his arm. He looked down at the hand and then up, his mouth dropped open.
"Oh God." He groaned. The person he had tried to forget was now holding onto his arm, it wasn't tight like the other man, but it was there and made his body ache.
"Kurt. What are you doing here?" Will sighed, Kurt bit his lip as he looked up at him. He looked good. His hair was combed back but not as slick as the last time he had been here. He wore a fitted black shirt and simple blue jeans.
"Dancing." Kurt replied shortly, he pulled his hand away, not that he wanted to. But because he was scared he wouldn't be able to control his body's actions if he didn't. Will sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.
"You're too young to be here." Will said, his tone dry. Kurt didn't say anything, he just glared up at him, hoping that his eyes didn't give away that he was undressing him in his mind. "I'll walk you out."
"I can walk myself out. If i was going that is." Kurt said, he wasn't going to let Will push him out. He couldn't. He still had to forget him.
"You're not staying here." Will growled, his voice darkening. He pulled his arm again and pulled him out of the club. Kurt tried to make it as difficult as he could, but he'd never guessed Will to be so strong. He was out of the club and in the cold and he glared up at Will who was watching him.
"That was rude." Kurt said, running a hand through his hair.
"Rude? Do you have any idea what that man was planning to do to you?" Will asked, shocked at Kurt's behaviour.
"Maybe I would have enjoyed it." Kurt reasoned, though he knew that he definitely wouldn't have.
"What you would have enjoyed him pulling you into the bathroom, ripping down your expensive trousers and forcing himself into you. Your bait for these guys."
"Well that's the nicest thing I've heard all day, thanks." Kurt growled, his body shivering in disgust at what Will had said.
"Dammit Kurt! Why are you even here?" Will shouted, Kurt couldn't control his actions, or his words. Before he knew it he had forced his lips on Wills. Kissing him hard, needily. Desperately. He pulled away, too angry to be blushing.
"Because I can't stop thinking about you!" Kurt screams. "You're in every thought, every word, every song. Every dream!" He shouts, frustrated. "And I wanted to forget you! Just for the night." Kurt stares at the mixture of confusion and something else spread across Wills attractive features. He gulped. Not knowing what else to say or do, Kurt ran.
