Title: Manipulate Me, Knead Me, Caress Me (4/?)
Rating: PG-13 for this chapter
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Blaine/OC
Spoilers: None, AU
Warnings: Blink-and-you-miss-it Daddy kink
Word Count: 12800+ (in total)
Summary: In this part, it's a night out for all the boys, with a side of Anderbros.

A/N Just a reminder this is my version of Blaine before we met him in S2ep3. In fact, in this he's more like a S1 Blaine, just without the Sadie Hawkins dance beatdown and being busted down a grade.

Also, my thanks all those following this story and those that left positive reviews. I did accidently allow a couple of the other kind of reviews to be published. I'll blame that move on my n00b status with navigating the admin functions of this site.

Blaine was floating on a cloud as he drove away from the spa, right past the music store he had thought of dropping in to previously. He'd even made it all the way across the city before having to quickly double back to the barbershop in order to make his appointment for a haircut in time. In fact, it wasn't until he was sitting in the chair facing his reflection in the mirror that he'd realized he had forgotten to re-gel his hair after their shower and it was now a little on the fluffy side. Thankfully, Kurt hadn't seen that!

He spent the rest of his time in the chair going over the happenings of the morning, grinning to himself like a loon as he appreciated each of the three orgasms he'd had with Kurt today before realizing that he'd forgotten to ask for Kurt's phone number.

"Squirt!"

"Huh? Cooper? What-what are you doing here?" Blaine asked, dropping the car keys on the kitchen bench.

"Pssh, is that anyway to greet your beloved older brother?" Cooper's smiling while grappling with Blaine trying to get him into a headlock.

"Hey, knock it off! I just got my hair done" he whined.

"Wow, sound like a girl much?" Cooper slapped his younger brother on the shoulder while simultaneously pushing him away.

"Whatever" Blaine huffed. "You were just here at Christmas. How come you're back so soon?" he said hoping he'd disappear as quickly as the Christmas tree had.

"Meh, a friend of mine decided to make a roadtrip out of his move to New York, so I hitched a ride as far as here. Plus Mom was going on and on about us not spending enough time together over the holidays, so I thought we could do some bonding shit while I'm here" he stated matter-of-factly before biting into an apple.

"Oh OK, bonding shit. Well, glad to hear you've really thought this through" Blaine said snarkily while searching through the refrigerator for his own snack. "Y'know, I'm out tonight and I've got piano practice tomorrow afternoon. And no doubt Mom will want to drag us both off to church in the morning too."

"Ugh, church" Cooper shudders. "She can't make me go if I'm not awake though!" he said grinning.

"Pfft. And how old are you?" Blaine asked, shaking his head at his older brother. "Aha! Leftovers, perfect." He popped the container into the microwave to reheat.

Cooper frowned, "Since when do you have piano lessons on a Sunday?"

"Uh, since always? Jeez Coop, Dad made you take me to my lessons once you got your license" Blaine stared at Cooper disbelievingly.

"Oh was that what you were doing?" he shrugged. "I just used to drop you off before heading over to Ellie's place to make out until it was time to pick you up."

Blaine rolled his eyes, muttering as he walked over to the cupboards to pull out a plate.

"So, got a hot date for the formal tonight, bro?" Cooper called after him.

"Nope, going stag with some friends. Plus I've got my first solo tonight with the Warblers" speaking as he spun in a circle while still walking towards the stairs.

"Stag? You're not taking the very hungry young lady who's been nibbling on your neck?" Cooper asked nonchalantly while he followed, waiting for his baby brother's reaction. He'd never seen Blaine with a girlfriend before, but those Anderson genes meant that he was a bit of a looker, although not nearly as dapper as Cooper himself, plus Blaine had almost perfected the prep school Prince Charming schtick that would have girls climbing over each other to go out with him. So he wondered aloud as to who the lucky lady might be.

Blaine froze. His plate of lunch in one hand, the other flew to his neck, fingers pressing into the lovebite that Kurt had made. He clamped his eyes shut, hoping Cooper would just let it go while he rearranged his shirt to hide the mark.

He didn't dare turn around, thinking his face would give him away, "Uh, we, um...we just met. It was too late to ask anyway." Let it go, let it go, please let it go Cooper.

Blaine was too busy freaking out to hear his brother walk up and stop beside him. A heavy hand landed on his shoulder.

"Look, I'm glad that you've found someone. Hey, don't make that face at me. I am, really. But you're gonna wanna hide that before Mom sees it. Otherwise she'll demand to meet her and something tells me that whoever made this" he said while tapping Blaine's neck with a finger, "Isn't someone that you can bring home to meet Mom. Right?"

Blaine looked slightly incredulous but shook his head at his brother's question, "Uh, not really, no."

Cooper chuckled, "You horny little bugger! G'on, go have lunch and then Dad's gonna take us to look at a broken down Cadillac he found on Craigslist."

With his bedroom door firmly closed, Blaine raced over to the mirror. Oh, well shit. It definitely looked like a hickey. A button-up would hide it but the Henley, not so much. It sorted of peeked in and out of the neckline as he moved. He liked how it looked though, stretching his neck so it would pop back into view. He ran a thumb over it and it was almost as if he could feel Kurt still suckling the skin. Hmm, better find a scarf or something.

After an afternoon with his idiot brother and father while they got all excited over a dead car, Blaine was happy to shine his shoes, fix his hair and climb into what his brother derisively called 'a monkey suit'.

Jeff and Thad were due to collect him any minute so he hustled downstairs to find his red rose buttonhole.

A piercing whistle came from his dad as he wandered into the kitchen. "Wow, Blaine. Looking sharp!" he complimented while slinging an arm around his youngest son's shoulders. "C'mon, your Mom wants to get a photo."

"Look at who I found in the kitchen, Pene" his dad said before letting go of Blaine and pecking his wife on the cheek.

"Oh Blaine. You're so handsome in that navy suit. Look Michael, he's so handsome. Come, come, I need a photo of my babies. Cooper, get in close!"

"Mom!" both boys groaned while being shoved towards each other.

"Squirt, are you in Dalton's colors on purpose?" Cooper whispered into Blaine's ear while straightening his brother's red silk tie.

The toot of a car's horn in the driveway saved Blaine from confessing, that yes, he did choose this suit and buttonhole because they were Dalton's colors. And besides, the blue suit was fitted extremely well, tight in the right places but with a little room to move. Perfect for performing in and Blaine was absolutely determined to blow the roof off the dance tonight during his first number, 'Teenage Dream'.

Kurt was giddy, spinning with Sebastian on the dance floor and laughing at his roommate's goofy dance moves. The lights were bright enough to be dazzling, the Basshunter remix loud enough to lose yourself in, coupled with the two martinis flowing through his veins and he felt blissfully happy. The rest of the day had been a blur after Blaine had left and it occurred to Kurt that he hadn't felt this happy since he'd left New York. Months of crisis, worry and stress building up inside him just bubbling away, waiting to be vented. And finally today; he felt free.

At least he did until his phone started to vibrate over and over until he finally looked down to see Finn's name flash up on the screen. Frowning, he stumbled away from Sebastian and headed to the bathroom for a little more quiet to take the call.

"Finn! What? Wait, wait I can't hear you. Lemme get to somewhere quieter. Hang on" he pushed the bathroom door open and leant up against a wall ready to talk.

"Sorry, sorry" he mumbled, "Finn, what's up? Why aren't you here?!" he demanded excitedly.

"Wait, what? No, wait. Speak more slowly. What's wrong with Dad?" his tone changing, sobering suddenly.

"Oh shit! Which hospital? Uh, wait I can't meet you there. No! I mean I want to but I can't drive like this. No, no Sebastian's drunk as well. Can you come pick me up?" he asked sounding small.

"Yeah, OK. I'll take a cab home and meet you there? 'K. Yep, drive safely. No, no, I know it'll be OK but I should be there." Disconnecting the call, he heads out to find his roommate and a cab.

Sebastian's grinding against an OSU freshman's ass when he spots Kurt. He understands something's wrong immediately and pushes off the guy, ignoring the grabby hands of his dance partner and heads straight for Kurt. Clutching him by the waist, he pulls him in close. "What is it?" he half-yells into Kurt's ear trying to be heard over the music.

"I've gotta go 'Bas. They've just taken my dad back to hospital. I need to go to Lima" Kurt half-sobbed, his hands clasping Sebastian's biceps.

"What! Is it serious?" Sebastian says while turning and pulling Kurt out by the hand towards the club's entrance.

Kurt shoots a death glare to the back of his roommate's head, "Of course it's serious!" he splutters. The cool night air rushes up on him as they make it out front. "Help me find me a cab, I need to get home! Finn's meeting me there and taking me to the hospital" he starts to panic.

Sebastian sighs and rubs Kurt's back, "C'mon, let's get out of here then. Taxi!"

It's times like this that, Kurt thinks, that Sebastian really proves his character. After pushing Kurt to take a shower, helping him pack an overnight bag, plying him with coffee and a bagel or two; his roommate sits quietly as he distracts Kurt idle gossip and chitchat until Finn arrives.

"Thank you" Kurt breathes into his ear as he hugs his roommate tightly as a goodbye.

"Believe me, force feeding you a ridiculous amount of calories without you complaining about your girlish figure is much more entertaining than watching you fall apart, sweetcheeks" he grumbled at Kurt.

"And you couldn't have just gone with 'You're welcome' could you?" Kurt muttered as he pushed Sebastian away.

"Hey Seb" Finn called out waving from the car as he waited for his step-brother to get in.

Blaine had never been a fan of drugs and he didn't think he was going to be trying anything like that anytime soon but if this is how amazing people felt when they got high? Well, in this moment, he could understand the motivation for it.

The house lights flashed up and the huge crowd of private school students went beserk for the Warblers as they sang the last line of their Katy Perry song. He did a double take at what he thought was a pair of panties being twanged onto the stage. The wall of sound coming off the crowd was deafening and he stepped forward to accept the applause, bowing slightly and holding his hands to his heart before leading the Warblers off the stage.

They didn't get very far, swamped by a hoard of glammed up girls offering hugs and phone numbers while guys were yelling how awesome they thought the performance had been. It was intoxicating. By the time he got to the drinks table, he'd pocketed half a dozen debutantes' phone numbers, not quite knowing how to refuse.

"That was so cool!" Jeff bounced up to him with Nick and Thad in tow, the boys high-fiving each other amidst the hubbub.

David and his date, Leila, appeared grinning at Blaine's other side. "Congrats Blaine, that performance was pretty stellar" David remarked as he hugged the junior member. "I think even Wes was impressed!" David chuckled.

Grabbing a much needed drink of punch, the group headed back towards the stage to perform their next two numbers being led by Nick and Jeff before Blaine and Thad closed the show with the finale, Jay Sean's 'Down'.

Kurt woke up, face smooshed against the window, as the car pulled into Lima Memorial's parking lot. Both he and Finn tore into the main building heading for the Heart and Vascular Institute on the third floor.

"Dad!" Kurt rushed to Burt's bedside.

"Oh honey" Carole said calmly, rising from her seat in the corner of the room. "He's sedated but he's scheduled for surgery in the morning to clean out the infection and replace the drainage tube."

Kurt bit back a guilty sob before launching himself into his step-mother's arms, "I should have been here!"

"Kurt, he's going to be OK. Yes, this is a setback but he's going to be fine. He's on a heavy dose of antibiotics and he'll get through this. And you know that he wants you to be out there living your life and not to spend it in hospital waiting rooms" she cooed, while opening her arm out to her other son.

There was a combined "Oof" as Finn joined in the group hug with a little too much enthusiasm.

Warblers' after parties were almost legendary, but Blaine wasn't really enjoying himself at this one. He'd danced with one too many girls and felt like he was saturated in their cloying flowery perfume. Not to mention his ass felt super bruised from random girls pinching it. He just wasn't in the mood for this; he wanted to celebrate his awesome success on stage. So when a tipsy Thad suggested they go into Columbus and try out the fake IDs he'd gotten them, it had seemed like a good idea at the time. However, it was only after Nick had turned up to the after party solo, that he was able to convince the boys' designated driver, Jeff, to drive them all.

He wasn't sure when it was decided that they'd go to a gay bar, but he knew it was because they were less likely to be refused entry or at least that what Jeff and Thad had said.

"But how do you know that?" he slurred ever so slightly.

Thad just shrugged before Jeff piped up "That's what my cousin, Sam, told me anyway and he's our age and gay, so I guess he's tried it out before."

Blaine's face scrunched up in drunken thought "Really? Oh wow, that's cool man. I didn't know your cousin was gay. Hell, I didn't even know you had a cousin!" he chortled. "So where are we going anyway?"

"Blend over in Short North" Thad said grinning. "I think you guys will really like it there but stick to ordering beer, nothing too fancy. Also, no one leaves without telling one of us, OK? Oh and don't spend too much time hanging out in the bathroom. And keep your phones on!"

"See, this is what happens when there's no Wes to keep a bossy Thad in check" Nick whispered to a giggling Blaine.

Heavy bass jolted through Blaine's bones as he surveyed the packed dance floor. Writhing bodies clinging to each other in the hazy atmosphere of the club beckoned Blaine to join them. He took half a step forward before stopping himself, looking over his shoulder for his friends. Thad appeared before him offering one of the two beers he was holding.

The younger boy tipped the bottle up, taking a big swig, steeling his nerves.

"It's OK y'know" Thad started.

Blaine looked at him questioningly.

"If you wanna dance. There are plenty of guys here who just want to dance. It doesn't have to mean anything if you don't want it to." Thad gave him a lopsided smile before taking a slug from his own beer.

"When did you get so wise Thad?" Blaine quirked an eyebrow at the Senior.

"Hey, guys, let's just all go dance together!" Nick yelled as he stumbled into the pair before heading into the fray, the others following behind him.

Several songs later, Blaine headed off to the bathroom without looking back. It wasn't until he got back out on the edge of the dance floor that he realized that he'd lost his friends in melee.

"You OK kid? You look lost."

Blaine turned to see a short, bald guy older than his dad speaking to him. "Uh, yeah, just misplaced my friends."

"Maybe they're at the bar? C'mon, I'll buy ya a drink while you look for 'em" the old guy said as he took Blaine by the elbow, steering him towards the bar. "Whadda'ya drinkin' kid?"

"Um, a-a Coke?"

"A Coke?" he snorted. "Figures, you look about 12! An' all dressed up in yer daddy's suit, aren't ya? Here kid, drink this. It'll put hair on yer chest" he said while holding out a shot glass of something Blaine didn't recognize.

"Uh sure, but order me a Coke too please?" Blaine whipped out his phone to text his boys while the guy had turned back to the bar.

"Drink up son" as the old guy clinked their shot glasses together.

Blaine slugged back the shot and promptly coughed as it scalded a hole through his esophagus. His face screwed up and he stuck his tongue out at the stranger. "Ugh, that was awful" he groaned as he blindly reached for his glass of Coke downing a couple of mouthfuls immediately.

"Heh, you sure are a cutie" the old guy murmured in Blaine's ear and Blaine suddenly wondered when he'd gotten that close. Trying to take a step back, he landed up against the bar with the ledge digging into his back.

"Um, I really need to go" he tried to sound forceful but even to his ears it sounded small and nervous.

"Aw, c'mon son there's no need to rush off just yet unless ya wanna get out of here with me?" The old guy was now nuzzling into Blaine's neck and it was really starting to freak him out.

"Wh-what's your name?" he asked, trying to distract the guy a little.

"Aw baby, you can call me Daddy" he slipped his hand down to take a grip on one of Blaine's ass cheeks and squeezed, "You like that?"

Blaine's eyes shot wide open and his legs moved involuntarily, stepping around the old guy and practically running for the dance floor "Thanks for the drink. I gotta go!" he yelled over his shoulder before he was swallowed by the crowd.

Struggling against the tide of dancers, he thought he spotted Jeff's super blond hair and tried to hurry over to that corner of the club but it wasn't long before a pair of strong arms shot out and gripped him by the waist, twisting his hips a little to the beat. He felt a taller guy lean against his back as they moved in sync with the music and each other, one of the stranger's hands sliding up over his chest.

"Are you alright 'lil rabbit?" the tall guy breathed into his ear.

"Rabbit?" Blaine questioned, turning slightly.

The tall guy chuckled, "Yeah, you looked like a scared 'lil rabbit running away from Mr McGregor."

Blaine twisted around to face the tall guy. "Are seriously trying to pick me up by quoting Beatrix Potter?" he asked looking perplexed.

The tall guy, a blond, throws his head back laughing. Blaine can see remnants of days old hickeys scattered along the length of his neck. But he smells nice, his shoulders are broad and he hasn't unceremoniously groped Blaine just yet while asking him to call him Daddy, so he figures that it's an improvement.

The tall guy gives him the once over before grinning, "a) I wasn't trying to pick you up, b) you're clearly still coherent enough to recognize a character from a classic children's book, which is a good thing, and c) your heart was beating so fast, just like a rabbit."

"So, you weren't trying to pick me up?" Blaine tried to clarify as the music changed to a slightly slower beat and the two guys continued to sway in time, standing close but not body to body.

"Well that wasn't my intention when I snagged you 'lil rabbit. You just looked really scared and I thought maybe I could help calm you down a little before you ran yourself ragged" the tall guy shrugged. "I'm Pat by the way, and you are?"

"Blaine. Nice to meet you" he smiled up at Pat.

"First time in a place like this, then?"

"It's that obvious?" Blaine asked, shaking his head at his apparent inability to blend in at Blend and then snorting at the inadvertent pun.

"Yeah well, the suit and the rose don't quite match up to what the rest of us are wearing. But don't fret, we all started off by sticking out. And anyway, I make a living by sticking out like a sore thumb in a crowd" Pat added.

"What do you mean?" Blaine wondered out loud, slightly confused.

"I mean, you should come back on Showtune Sundays. I make an awesome Marilyn and can always bring the house down by singing Happy Birthday to whoever wants to play president that afternoon" Pat stated, winking at Blaine.

"Oh, so it's a show? Or..."

"Mmm, not really. Just karaoke. But there are always plenty of my drag queen divas that come along ready to belt out their favorite songs and we like to make it feel like a show. There's a usually some musical theatre kids that come along from Otterbein that are just really talented, although I'm pretty sure that one of them just comes along for the free brunch and mimosas his roommate insists on buying."

"So if you remember all of this tomorrow, you should come along and bring your open-minded friends. You'll only get carded if you try to buy alcohol. It'll be fun!" Pat suggested.

"BLAINE!" Jeff shouted getting the attention of everyone around them suddenly. "Oh my God dude, we've been looking for you everywhere! Why didn't you answer your phone?!" Jeff grumbled while breaking Blaine and Pat apart.

"Uh, shit, sorry Jeff" Blaine apologized before turning back to Pat. "Hey, thanks man. You really helped and I'll try to remember the Showtune thing" he said, grazing his hand down Pat's arm.

"Sorry mister but I've got to get this one home before he gets us all into trouble" Jeff told Pat as he pulled Blaine away.

It wasn't 'til he got out to the car that Blaine realized just how pissed Thad was.

"Where the fuck have you been!" Thad demanded.

"Sorry, sorry. Tonight was seriously weird man. I-"

"When we got your panic text we all rushed the bar but you weren't even there. What the hell happened?" Thad interrupted.

So Blaine told them the story of getting lost, getting felt up at the bar and his incognito drag queen dance partner all of which soon had the boys in hysterics.

"Call me Daddy! Oh God" Nick wheezed, "I'm so using that on Monday in practice."

"Hey, maybe we should go to Showtune Sundays?" Thad suggested having regained his composure.

Sneaking into his house had never been a big issue. It was a big house and Cooper had perfected the art many years before, so Blaine was happy to follow in his footsteps, so to speak. Tonight he'd made it all the way to his room without even a squeaky floorboard in his way. That was until he stumbled across Cooper propped up on his bed waiting for him to arrive.

"Squirt" Cooper greeted him in a low, serious voice.

"Jesus Cooper! You almost gave me a heart attack!" Blaine whispered furiously at his older brother.

"It's almost 2am. Where the hell have you been? You missed curfew" Cooper said frowning and crossing his arms.

"Pssht. Curfew! Mom and Dad have never busted my chops about being late. Why? Because I hardly ever am!" Blaine protested, his hazy state starting to loosen his tongue.

"I'm the 'good' son. I always do what I'm asked, I never skip school, I get good grades, I've never been brought home by the cops and yet I'm never good enough for them. They always, always compare me to you" he grumped, waving his hands around. "I'm not outgoing enough, or confident enough, I don't play the right sport or date enough girls. It's always something! You're always better at something while I'm stuck here being not good enough for anything" he slumped onto the bed dejectedly.

"It's not fair Coop. I'm good at stuff too but they never see that" Blaine grumbled as he started pulling off his shoes not noticing that Cooper had his phone out.

"I wish you could've seen me tonight, Coop. The Warblers were amazing!" Blaine said wistfully as he shrugged off his jacket.

"Blaine" Cooper started softly, "I did see you. One of the girls took a video on their phone and uploaded it to the internet" he offered his phone to his brother. "See?"

"You were amazing Blaine, not just the Warblers. Seriously. I thought the girl who shot this was going to pass out from all the hyperventilating she was doing" Cooper chuckled.

"I was waiting for you to get home to show you this but that was about four hours ago and since then I've been sitting here stewing about how no one has even noticed that you hadn't come home yet, and where you would go anyway, who are your friends now and I realized that I have no clue about your life. I'm always so busy ragging on you, pulling the bossy big brother act, trying to be half as amazing as you are that I don't even know you!" Cooper paused to take a deep breath, "So, I was hoping you'd turn up before daylight and that we could hang out tomorrow, maybe have lunch or something and..." he shrugged, "talk, y'know, really talk."

Blaine was stuck just staring at his brother, jacket dangling from his fingertips, before he stuttered out quietly "Ye-Yeah, Coop. I'd really like that." He gave a small but encouraging smile while he emptied his pockets on the desk.

"Woah, Squirt. How many girls' numbers did you get tonight?" Cooper asked looking impressed as he moved off the bed.

"I dunno. Who cares anyway?" It was Blaine's turn to shrug. The evening was definitely catching up with him, his legs felt heavy and his eyes were starting to droop. He struggled out of his shirt and pants and into a worn grey Dalton t-shirt and pajama pants.

Cooper was rifling through the small pile of papers on the desk that had come from Blaine's pockets. "You don't care about getting a girl? Or is it that you've already got someone special?" Cooper said in a mildly teasing manner.

"Uh, I definitely don't care about getting a girl" Blaine grumbled as he climbed under the covers and curled up on his side. "And no, I don't really have someone special. At least officially. But he's pretty special to me" he mumbled as his eyes closed, face slumping into his pillow.

Cooper stood stock still, rolling Blaine's words around in his mind, as he drummed his fingers against a folded up flyer for a local gay bar in his hand. He glanced down to see what the club was advertising: Brunch and Showtune Sunday at Blend! He nodded decisively to himself, pocketed the flyer and turned out Blaine's lights before heading off to his own bed. He'd have to be up early to convince their Mom to not drag them both to church if they were going to hang out over brunch.