Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I really don't own Glee. But you guys know how much I want to.

A/N: Okay so seriously I am SO sorry that this took so long. I had a total writer's block and I was just stuck for so long! And then it suddenly came to me this morning and I typed it all up today… So I'm really sorry if it's not so good or has a couple of spelling mistakes or anything like that!
Feel free to PM me if you think I should change anything! 3 I hope that you enjoy! :3

Well… Blaine wore something sexy. His outfit consisted mainly of tight leather and buckles, hugging his defined body, showing it off to it's full potential.

He walked into the club, immediately spotting Wes' black hair over the sea of brown and bleached blonde. He grinned somewhat reluctantly as he saw Wes' face light up, laughing as the slightly older man ran towards him.

"Blaine! You came! I was gonna make David come and drag you out if you didn't…" Wes growled, before grinning and taking Blaine's hand. "Come on! You've gotta meet this girl… I swear to god she's perfect." Wes said excitedly, jogging over to the woman.

"Blaine, meet Casey."

"Oh, so you're Blaine?" Casey smiled softly, extending her hand from her place on the stool next to Wes' seat. "I've heard so much about you from Wes…" She murmured, smiling as she gently patted his hand, compassion in her eyes.

"Y- yeah… That's me." Blaine breathed, blushing gently as he sat on a stool like Casey's on the other side of the table, alone. He scratched the back of his head, watching Wes stroke at Casey's head, a gentle smile on his face as she scrunched her nose up, giggling as he scratched behind her ears.

"So…" Blaine started, before clearing his throat. "When did you two meet?" Blaine asked, seeing that Wes obviously had been keeping something, or someone from him.

"Oh, uh… Yeah… About that." Wes stuttered, before an embarrassed grin spread over his face. "We've known each other for about 2 months now… I asked her to be mine like two weeks after we met." He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of Casey's head.

"Well, I see why you would, I mean, she is kind of adorable." Blaine smirked, letting Wes off the hook and patting his forearm. "Happy for you, man." He grinned, before tucking his hands back into his lap and staring at them for a moment, his own thoughts getting away from him. Why can't I find a nice guy like that..? Someone who'll treat me like Wes treats Casey…

"Blaine?" Came Casey's voice, her hand reaching out to gently brush his knee. Blaine jumped, pulling himself from his reverie and smiling shyly at her.

"Y- yes?" He stuttered, laughing slightly at himself.

"Do you have a Domme?" She asked, tilting her head gently as both Blaine and Wes froze.

"Case…" Wes murmured, gently tugging at her beautiful, light collar, warning her.

"No, it's okay Wes." Blaine smiled, before looking back to Casey. "I'm not into Dommes, actually… I'm kinda gay…" He laughed gently, before shaking his head slightly, looking back down.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" She squeaked, before biting her lip and starting again. "Uh, a Dom, then?" She grinned awkwardly, still managing to look radiant.

"No one at the moment, actually…" He murmured, smiling at her and then looking around the room. "Wes?"

"Yes, Blaine?" Wes asked, looking down at his friend.

"Could I go get a drink, sit at the bar…?" The shorter man asked, smiling and tilting his head towards the counter.

"Oh, sure, see you later!" Wes smiled, letting Blaine leave him and Casey alone.

Blaine was sitting at the bar, mindlessly sipping at his drink as he stared towards the stage, his mind elsewhere. He was thinking about Sebastian, about how much he missed being dominated, about how much he wanted someone to come home to. Stop being so stupid about this Blaine.. You'll find someone, someday… His optimistic side reminded him, causing him to chuckle to himself, shaking his head and taking another sip of his drink.

As he turned his head towards the stage again, he nearly spilled his drink all over his outfit.

Who. Is. That. His mind purred, as his eyes locked on to the tight pants, white dress shirt, black tie and sexy, unbuttoned charcoal grey vest.

The man was obviously setting up for some kind of musical number, as other men formed a semicircle of instruments around him. A very strange combination of guitar, violin, electric drums, piano, bass and other instruments… Blaine was quite intrigued.

He watched the man as the band set up, watched him grin at the crowd as they began to gather around him, his eyes sweeping over the crowd before he looked back at his band, nodding slightly.

The opening bars of the song were played, with a drum beat and an intermittent violin plucking. Blaine immediately recognised the song, his eyes widening slightly as the vocalist began, his voice weaving and ducking over the people around him, immediately making them perk up and start to cheer.

I know you've suffered

But I don't want you to hide

It's cold and loveless

I won't let you be denied

He moaned into the microphone, clutching it and bending himself towards it, his eyes closing as he emanates desire, his tongue running over his lips as he rolled his hips.

Soothing

I'll make you feel pure

Trust me

You can be sure

Blaine almost melted at the words, before sitting up straighter, holding himself higher and watching the man almost reverently, following his every movement and hanging off his every word.

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart

I want to recognise your beauty's not just a mask

I want to exorcise the demons from your past

I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

As the man hit the chorus, Blaine shifted forward in his seat, causing the bartender to chuckle and look at him, obviously having seen this reaction to the singer before. The man looked out over the audience, almost growling the next verse, a sultry smirk on his face as many people in the audience reacted to him, grinning and moving to the music. It was obvious that he'd had an impact on a lot of people.

You trick your lovers

That you're wicked and divine

You may be a sinner

But your innocence is mine

Blaine was positively trembling at the singer's words, a gasp escaping his lips as the singer's eyes locked onto his, luring him in as he moaned the next words, causing Blaine to bite hard at his lip, willing down his embarrassing erection. This guy is just too good to be true… He can't be singing to me.. He can't be gay! His subconscious said to him, but he didn't listen. He was much to wrapped up in the lust and desire that was rolling off of the vocalist.

Please me

Show me how it's done

Tease me

You are the one

Blaine's mouth popped open as the singer pointed out at him, obviously singing the lyrics to him now. Blaine was locked in his gaze for the rest of the song, swaying to the beat and completely unable to will away his hardness now, his cheeks flushed as the singer stepped forward, bowing low before grinning and striding off of the stage, placing his microphone in the corner and walking towards the bar.

Wait.

Towards the bar?

Oh god. He's not coming over here, is he? Blaine gasped, looking around him, behind him, anywhere, before he looked up.

Right into a pair of heated glasz eyes.