A/N: Thanks for the reviews and alerts guys, they make my heart swell.
So the Warblers went out clubbing. For some reason in my mind Wes is this supremely awesome badass.
I hope you guys enjoy.
Un-beta'd still.
Chapter 1 - (Warblers)
Ghouls, Gobblins, and Ghosts (club) - (9:00 pm - June 5)
"Alright boys, the Limo's out front when we're ready to go. Remember, use your condoms, that's why we got em." Wes shouted over the group of cheering boys. Being on council this year meant he was a leader for the group. All their shenanigans were on him, David, and That, this would be fun...or hell disastrous.
"Baby, I wanna dance with you, not around you." Sebastian shouted at David. They were an hour into clubbing Sebastian knew the reason why, David was scared. After he kissed someone last year, his entire school turned on him. His transfer to Dalton, that was just fate to bring them together; the fact that he knew Blaine, well that was a huge sign.
"Babe, you already know-"
"David, we're in New York, not Ohio. No one's gonna say anything. Look around!" he stopped dancing to help make his point. All around were couples of people , some being men, some women, all fit to the nights theme. But for the most part, they were happy dancing together as couples.
"You're safe, no one's going to say anything, I promise." Dave began to calm under his boyfriends touch. They got together in January, rounding it now to 6 months, 6 months of not being able to go out on a date in public, not being able to hold hands without being called a "fag". Even so much as his best friend now hating his guts, so much, he blasted it on Facebook, causing him to delete it and get a new one.
Here in New York, in a dark club, with nothing but other happy couples in the area, that was his happy place.
"You're right," he kissed Sebastian turning him around and enjoyed the way he worked his ass.
"Blaine, are you gonna go over there ad say something or are you just going to goo-goo gah over him all night!" Asked David, from their lounge seat, their sofa ran a perfect view on the entire club. David, Blaine, and Wes all remained in the lounge. For Wes is was the only place he was allowed to smoke in the club, as it had an open vent to the outside. Wes burst out laughing while Blaine blushed in embarrassment.
He noticed him sometime ago, when he first walked in actually, there was just this creature, so gorgeous, it literally took his breath away.
"I will, it's jut, come on it's New York, I don't want to-"
"Get in way over your head, we know, we know! But come on, let's get you out and partying." David grabbed his hand and dragged him out the room.
"Can I get you anything else sir?" a waitress came and asked Wes. She looked awful lot like someone he knew.
"Just a beer thanks."
From Frodo:"She's lookin at you go for her!"
From David: "Look who's getting balls."
"Shut up...oh my God."
"What?"
"She's standing next to him."
"Huh...oh, your soon to be lover?"
"Shut up he's not even gay..."
"Or is he."
"What are you doing?"..."Dave, Dave!"
Blaine watched as his friend walked over to the pair. He was nervous as hell to go over there, and he was even more nervous about what David would say. The girl was pretty and all, hopefully he found interest in her. They started talking, they danced. BZZZZZZ. His phone went off in his pocket on a constant vibration.
From David: He's gay, make your move punk. That was the highlight of his day.
To David: Thanks man, I owe you one.
David was a man of his composure, he never really let anything by him, he saw something he wanted, he went after it. He noticed Mercedes the same moment Blaine noticed his angel. She was exquisite, her style, her moves, even the sound of her laughter which rang louder than the music in the club.
Was he angry that his best friend didn't have the balls to go talk to some boy he thought was cute? Hell yes.
But with the excuse to go talk to the most foxy lady in the room...he was thankful for once.
"It's close to midnight, and something evil's lurking in the dark" It was around midnight when Thriller blasted through the speakers. The floor slowly began to clear to allow space for people to dance along with the choreography, which was where Blaine found himself, along with his fellow Warblers. None of them were seriously drunk, just buzzed enough to do the dance successfully. Well, mostly until Wes bumped into his side sending him tumbling over his own two feet.
"oh shit I'm sorry," It was the angel from earlier. Up close and personal, there was nothing that could be imperfect about the boy, his hair clung to his forehead in straight bangs, his lips were the lightest hint of pink, and his eyes, was there even a color to describe them? Think fast Blaine, you can't just ogle there forever. "Are you, are you okay?"
"Yea," the boy paused, hopefully with the same reaction that he just had moments ago. "It-it's fine."
"What's your name?"
"What an interesting name, I'm Blaine."
"Nice to meet you Blaine," as the song changed, the pair began to dance, attempting to talk over the music. With several failed attempts, Blaine ended up taking Kurt back into the lounge for a talk. Normally Blaine was hesitant about letting people in; he had one brother who seemed to want nothing to do with him. A mom, who loved him, but had trouble showing it, and his dad...well his dad loved him, let's leave it there.
But bringing some random stranger into the lounge to merely talk, was rare, maybe it was the liquor talking. They talked about everything from music to Vogue, Blaine thought he was in Heaven. With the alcohol however came hands, one placed on Kurt's arm and the other around his neck, until Kurt kissed him.
The fireworks expression was an understatement.
"Sorry bout that...but you're really hot." Blaine gladly welcomed the boys forwardness bringing some of his own heat into the kiss. Never enough, sloppy tongue kisses, teeth, kisses to the neck that would bruise his neck the next day for sure, were all out the window as he was hard as steel. AS time flew by, the other Wablers flew into the lounge with girls or guys, they never broke contact. Actually only getting deeper into their make out. Until...
"Bas, Bas, shit." Kurt froze and Blaine didn't seem to notice, rather he continued to kiss his neck, when he realized he was stopped completely. Knowing that voice Dave must've brought Bas back to make out, or something, they both got handy when drunk.
"Kurt, Kurt." he tried kissing his neck again. No response, something was wrong.
"Kurt what's wrong?" Before he could get his question out, Kurt was scrambling out the room, trying to say sorry. Blaine was after him, but lost him in the crowd of people.
What the hell was that about?
Gaylord - (09:00am - June 6)
Squeals, giggles, and an occasional moan were what Blaine heard waking up, that wasn't the first time he heard things like that, but that didn't make it any better. There was an annoying headache forming at the back of his head. Last night was fun, and just enough drinks to remember everything he was set.
Those green eyes though played heavy into his dreams last night. Damn, his angel would never be found again. Maybe he could look him up on Facebook or something? Then again, this is NY, he's probably got no such luck in that kind of thing anyway.
"Morning, Blaine."
"Morning guys," Blaine said as he padded into the kitchenette. Eggs and Gatorade, the hangover remedy. Maybe he could forget the boy today.
"So anyway back to my story, Mercedes, she's gorgeous, fly, and I got her number."
"David you do realize that she's probably from New York right?" Wes asked cautiously.
"No she's not, her area code's from Ohio." Breakfast chatter surrounded that and other aspects from clubbing the night before...
"Blaine is that a hickey on your neck?" Jeff asked from across the room off the random. Blaine almost forgot about that...Boys were sometimes worse than girls, you get a squeal out of girls. Not the pats on the back, cat calls, even so much as saying "You didn't bring him back here did you?". Blaine knew there was no way out of it,so he answered there questions slowly one by one. Even Sebastian's who came out of the room much, much later.