A/N: Hey guys, School reeeeeeeeeeally sucks right now and I feel so drained most of the time. So I really try to get to write on everything ;(( Anyway whoever reads that story: ENJOY ;D

Chapter 4

Blaine learned exactly two things in the first few minutes of being a gay bar occupant. The first one was: if transvestite women were chicken, he was their chick. They flocked around him, petting him, asking him questions and complimenting him on his adorableness. And he had to admit, as long as they didn´t touch his hair that he finally had put in some gel again, he felt like himself again, he was soaking the attention in like a dry sponge. Too long had the weeks without affection been. Without the touch of someone who cared about him or his friends to joke with. More than once the tone of their voices reminded him of his mother, who would probably rather die than hear him say that comparison to her face.

The second thing was, while the women obstructed his view, he could clearly see one thing through the dancing crowd. Kurt was popular. And not in the way Blaine was with the colorfully dressed transvestites surrounding him, but in the way where one man after another danced with Kurt. All of them were clearly older and sometimes very touchyfeely, using the chance to slip their fingers between the rips of Kurt´s outfit and over his pale skin. If Kurt cared how cheap or queasy they looked, or how old the ones dancing with him were, he didn´t show. There was a permanent smile on his face that by all means could not look real to anyone without intoxication or troubles with sight. Nonetheless, Blaine found it to be better looking than the condescending smirk or the permanent scowl he would wear otherwise.

"Is that your boyfriend, honey?" Margaret, a huge transvestite woman with flaming orange hair asked him, pointing one golden nail in Kurt´s direction.
Now all of the women had started bickering about Kurt, poking Blaine and cheering him on to dance. It was all they focused on and suddenly the attention didn´t feel as good any more.

"No." He was quick to reply, shushing the laughs."He´s no one."

"Oh, apparently he is someone to you. And the rest of this bar. You should definitely go over." Sandy said.

"Hey, leave our honey alone. He is far too good for someone who throws himself around so much, isn´t that true?"

"Preach." The woman always by Nancy´s side agreed.

Blaine smiled at their attempt of savoring his innocence but couldn´t help but have a moment of doubt. Was Kurt really only here to have fun, get some while Blaine had to watch and wait for this ´brilliant plan´ to happen, just to realize that there was no actual plan? Was he really being lead on?

No!

Or maybe that was exactly what it was.

"Shush. Our honey clearly has a different perspective of our dancing queen here. And that is exactly why we won´t stop bothering him until he dances with him." He heard another woman whose name he had forgotten say. Then someone started to chant, lowly then louder until even other guests chimed in.

"Dance. With. Him. - . Dance. With. Him. - . Dance. With. Him."

"Okay." Blaine finally interrupted them. "One song. And each of you will have to buy me a drink if he refuses."

They nodded, practically shoving him from the stool he sat on at the bar and let out some whooping sounds. People dancing turned to look at him, making his ears warm of the ridiculousness and the embarrassment of it all. Only the promise of free drinks made it easier to approach Kurt.
Right now he was still dancing with another guy, leaning against him while the man´s hands were buried in the rip that was right under Kurt´s butt pockets. The man seemed to be twice their age, but he was relatively okay looking if it weren´t for the lusting gaze he held the much younger boy captured in. His eyes were what made Blaine´s stomach churn and his fists clench.
He hesitated, thinking about turning around and admitting defeat without even trying, but the words screamed over the bass were what made him stop in his tracks.
"You have such a beautiful body, so thin, and you dance like a fucking stripper. You are a slut. Such a perfect slut."

Blaine gulped, looking at the rips he could see on some patches behind the thin layer of skin. While he had no doubt about Kurt´s beauty, his skinny body, formed by months of homelessness, was not something he took pleasure in looking at. Because at some point, the feeling of real hunger would not be something Blaine had to imagine. Kurt did not seem to mind the compliments or the insults.

Maybe because he was used to it.

Bile rose in his throat, making his voice too low on the first try, but when he screamed again, he finally got the attention of both men on him.
"I said it is my turn to dance with him."

The man chuckled, pulling Kurt closer so he was pressed against his front. "Cute. Grow up and maybe he´ll consider giving you some of his time."

"No. Let go of him you sick bastard." Fists balled at his side he stepped closer to them. There was no doubt in his mind that he wouldn´t ever regret hitting him if it came to that.

"He your bitch?"
Kurt turned around in his arms, looking at Blaine with misunderstanding. In the blinding light of the ceiling he had almost missed the minuscule shake of Kurt´s head. Not that it stopped him from yanking him away from groping hands.

"Hey." The man yelled, but Blaine way quick, pulling Kurt through the masses of dancing bodies until they were far enough away to evade searching eyes.

It didn´t take long for Kurt to return to his usual hateful self, shrugging Blaine´s hands of and fixing him with his glare. His whole body was rigid and his stance screamed at other people to keep their distances, but Blaine was deaf to that. With a fluid motion, he let one hand rest on Kurt´s hip and the other at his lower back, pulling him closer. The song was neither slow, nor fast paced making the dancing even more awkward than it already was dancing alone while Kurt was paralyzed in his arms. It took the first verse to finally loosen Kurt enough for him to participate, but his voice still sounded angry when he yelled over the music.
"What the fuck are you doing?"

Trying to squish his own trickle of annoyance, he tried to at least enjoy their dancing while it lasted. The body under his hands felt warm and though foreign, it resembled something that felt like home. Or at least the very watered down version he was forced to use now.

"Dancing with you."

"Yeah, I can see that John Travolta. The question is why?"

Blaine shrugged, giggling because his head felt funny after the spin and one beer.

"It´s not like we have what one would call a fun life, so why not make the best of it?" He asked.

Kurt only rolled his eyes, but kept dancing, finally putting his hands on Blaine´s shoulders. There was this fleeting moment when Blaine felt their gazes linger and the want of his body overwhelming his thoughts. This second after, when he looked down on Kurt´s lips and wanted, wanted, wanted. The minute their bodies were close enough to touch, hip to hip. They didn´t act on it and no one lost a word about this. After all, Blaine had his reasons for not actually leaning in to do what both of them wanted to.

His reason was the knowledge that he was just doing this because he was lonely. Because Kurt was there, had been there for three days and even though he had been coldhearted and mean, he had never left Blaine or judged him. Kurt was the warm body of someone he wanted to be liked by, just not in that way. He didn´t actually feel anything more than the hopeless need to be loved and Kurt was who he projected his needs onto.

As for Kurt´s reason behind wanting and not wanting the kiss, he could not be sure. In his perception, Kurt was a free spirit, someone for a one-night stand but nothing that ever involved feelings. Maybe Kurt knew that Blaine wasn´t the right partner for that. Maybe Blaine made it all up in his head. Thinking about that hurt his pride though, so he dismissed it. The point was, they didn´t do more than dance through half a song before it went downhill.

"Seems like your ´fun´ had officially ruined any chances of my plan working." Kurt then said, looking at the guys and girls surrounding them. One guy passed them, pedo mustache lifting with the smile he gave Kurt´s ass he obviously mistook for his eyes or something. In a swift moment Blaine swirled them around, shooting the guy a warning gaze before turning back around.

"See! He could have been it."

Blaine raised his eyebrow questioningly. "He could have been what? Your father? One guy of the Village Peoples? I thought he resembled the cowboy alright."

One look at Kurt´s face made it clear how not funny he thought this situation was. There was the telltale sign of the icequeen act he put on whenever he felt comfortable, but this time Blaine knew he had actually done something to seriously piss him off.

"If you don´t want in on the plan, just fucking leave. It´s not like you are in any way helpful."

He stopped dancing, forcing Blaine to do the same. "How could I if you don´t even seem to have one? Admit it!"

"Admit what?" Kurt asked, gracefully sidestepping a drunken girl that stumbled over the dance floor.

"Admit you are just here to find someone who can do exactly what you asked me to when we first met. Someone to have a one night stand with."

The music suddenly turned off. It took a second or two to then realize it actually hadn´t, Kurt had just shoved him against someone else who yelled loudly in protest.

"What the fuck, Kurt!"
Beer ran down the back of his shirt, making the fabric cling to him like a second skin and smell like the bar he was in.
"Get fucking lost. Now!" Kurt screamed, about to shove him again if Blaine hadn´t backed off when he did.

"You have lost your damn mind!"

A string of curses followed him when Blaine made his way through the crowd again, but he ignored Kurt. He had half a mind to just go back and punch some sense into him and finally shut him up. Instead he went back to his now vacated seat at the bar, watching the laughter and cheer fade away when they took in his expression. If it weren´t for the music that kept on playing, he´d have been sure he was caught in a bad teenage love movie. Only in teenage love movies one of the main characters would not be a gay man dancing around with another man twice his age as if nothing had happened.

"You owe me drinks, ladies." He said, falling into another seat someone had stood up from for him. Then he was encased in a avalanche of sweaty, sweet smelling arms and bodies, drowning in the feeling of compassion he had so vividly craved.

"Poor Blainey. Our friend Tina Killer will make everything a little better. Mark, one Tina for our friend. No, make it two."

Margaret waved two of her two golden painted fingers around, still hugging Blaine to her soft body with the other arm. Tina Killer turned out to be Tequila, something Blaine had never drunk since he had been the golden boy for his father. Well, screw his father. Screw Kurt. Actually someone else would screw Kurt.

The first shot was drowned the instant it was set on the counter, burning down his throat like a trail of liquefied fire. He gagged a bit, coughing in hope to get rid of the taste.

"Honey, that is not how you drink a Tina." Nancy said and rubbed his back. "STL!"

"STL?"

"Salt. Tina. Lemon. You have yet so much to learn."

And learn he did. By the third Tina he felt like a pro, laughing as he wiped away some of the lemon juice from his cheek. The alcohol still burned on the way down, but at least it made no attempt to climb back up or taste like hell with the additional flavors complimenting it.

His head felt like it was held constantly under water surface, merrily making his vision sway from side to side. He hadn´t felt that good since he ran away, all his worries drowned in the alcohol and finally shutting up inside his mind. On the dance floor, he happily danced as if his life depended on it, not noticing how many people he accidentally hit with his arms. The women on the floor with him giggled when he spun around or told the whole club how he wanted to live here. Of course, alcohol and endless dancing with spins did not mix well, forcing him to go outside to get some fresh air.

When he opened the door to the club, it felt like someone had bitchslapped him right in the face. Blaine stumbled further outside, holding his throbbing head with one hand, the other trying to find the cigarettes inside of his pockets. There had never been a time he thought he needed a cigarette, but now, with everything happening, he decided it was now or never.

His fingers brushed against the smooth packet he had once again wanted to hide from the chain-smoking monster named Kurt and he pulled out one cancer stick. He didn´t have a lighter, but after three tries of slurs and stumbly words, he finally had gotten the needed fire.

Cigarette hanging limp between his lips, he stood there, leaning against the wall. Five minutes went by like that, the mechanics of smoking lost on Blaine´s intoxicated mind. He just held it there until it had finally burnt down, then he spit it out. He smiled at his own bravery of mastering the art of smoking and was about to go back inside for another Tina, when he saw Kurt with another man, walking out of the club with heir arms intertwined. There was no way to be certain of the foreign man´s age in his condition, but to Blaine he looked like a leathery dinosaur, leeching on the one person Blaine had left. That was exactly why Blaine saw it as his task to step in and save Kurt. Or make Kurt´s night worse if he actually wanted a quick fuck.

"Hey. Old man, what are you doing with my Kurt?"
The panicked look on Kurt´s face was lost to Blaine as he continued."Get your hands off him."

"And who are you?" The man asked, approaching Blaine. This felt bizarrely familiar.

"Blaine Anderson! And Kurt is my friend."

"Blaine, please." Kurt said, then he turned to the dinosaur grandpa. Blaine giggled at his own thoughts while Kurt continued talking."Give us a sec."

The confirmative sound the man made in the back of his throat made him appear even rougher and caused Blaine to laugh loudly. He couldn´t quite grasp how Kurt could stay so serious and that was why he asked him this question several times while he was dragged away by him. They stopped at the next corner and when the grip of Kurt´s hand loosened, Blaine rubbed his hurting arm, still smiling.

"What are we doing here?" He asked.

"No, the real question is, what the fuck are you trying to do? And how much money of ours have you spent on alcohol?"
Blaine smiled and stumbled a bit because he had thought the wall was right behind him only to be met by air. "On Tina."

"On …what? Who is Tina?"

"Tina is delicious."

"Listen. Whatever it is you are on, you have got to sober up a bit and fucking listen. Blaine, listen!" Kurt yelled. His hands felt warm on Blaine´s cheeks when he cupped them.

"I am."

"Listen!"
"I fucking am!" Blaine replied and it was true. His thoughts were a bit clearer once he put focus on them and his surroundings. Kurt grounded him a bit and he felt the side effects of the liquor kick in a little harder than he preferred.

"Good, because this is the only time I will ever tell you the plan. And no, it is not me wanting to get nailed you stupid idiot!" Kurt said and grabbed Blaine´s ass. Blaine yelped, before he realized that Kurt had just fished a cigarette out of his pocket."I will go home with that fucker and –"
"No. Are you nuts? You could at least do better than him." Blaine cut in.

That only made Kurt smile ruefully and somehow, with the alcohol in his system, Blaine felt like he saw the pain and the fragileness of Kurt for the first time. It hit harder than the Tinas did.

"Sure. But I said you should listen. I won´t sleep with him. Hell, I´d rather cut of my penis than sleep with the mummy there."
"Then what-?"
Kurt shook his head. "Remember the sleeping pills I had with me? Well, they are not for me. I will put them in his drink before he can even so much as kiss me. And once he is out I will grab whatever I can carry and we´ll be gone before the sun is up. Do you understand? Look at him, he has a golden tooth. He has money. And we need money."

"We need money-" He repeated, watching ash fall on the ground.

"Yes, we do. So you will go to your car and go to sleep. Once I have grabbed some things I will come to you and we´ll get the hell out of this town before the mummy reawakens. Got it?"

Blaine thought about it, admittedly catching his mind drifting off once or twice. He didn´t like it one bit. And he didn´t quite trust Kurt yet. What if this was just a whole big set-up to cover his slutty behavior. No, Blaine wasn´t allowed to think like that.

Kurt was the only one left. The one he had said he would protect and prevent him from stealing. How had he gotten to the point of actually being happy of money to come in, even if it was by this? In his state he was in no position to sort out difficult feelings, really.

"Yes, understood."

For a long time Kurt was staring at him in silence, but the dinosaur had to call him and he looked away. Or at least ´twink´ was what made Kurt turn his head and yell back he´d be there soon.

"Okay. I have to go. We´ll see each other tomorrow. And don´t you dare use my sleeping bag!"

Before Kurt turned to go, Blaine managed to grab his arm.

"No, I won´t get you- let you get… uhm. You can´t go alone."

"Blaine, what do you want? I am not a saint like you. I am a big, bad boy who is about to do this plan for the thousandth time. And look at him, he won´t be poor and broken just because I pickpocket a little."

When Blaine shook his head, the world tilted a bit in its axes and the only stable thing to hold onto was Kurt, who stiffened under the embrace. Point was, Kurt was warm and familiar and Blaine honestly did not manage to stand up straight, so he continued clinging to him.

"You don´t get it, Kurty." Blaine said into Kurt's ripped shirt. "aI am sorry for what I said and I will protect you."

"Your fire breath really could knock someone out cold. He wouldn´t even need my pills." Kurt then laughed, which offended Blaine quite a bit.

"Hey! I mean it. You need procetion…protection."

"No. You will go to sleep in your car now and let me do my work. We´ll talk about it when you are not as drunk."

"I will follow you and him with my car then."

Blaine found himself held away by Kurt´s arms, forced to look at him. His face gave away his anger and distress. "No, you won´t."

"Watch me!"

"Blaine you fucking won´t fol-"
"I will! You don´t get to have a say over me." He finally screamed, not caring who heard. There was the moment he thought Kurt would hit him, so he cowered a bit. But eventually Kurt only looked at him before turning on his heel to rush back to the man.

Blaine followed him, barely catching up before they could get into the fancy car next to them. He growled when the dinosaur man rolled his eye at him and muttered something about him being a brat.
"We are a package deal." His voice was slow and careful not to give away his drunken state, even though he already had. "No me, no Kurt in your bed. And you won´t ever get the chance of the both of us warming your bed again, honey."

The man laughed, pulling Blaine closer by his collar."Is that so? Kurt?"

Blaine gave him a pleading look and only got a cold glare in return.

"Yes. I wanted to surprise you at home with him, but he got impatient." With a swift but soft touch he grabbed the man´s hand away from Blaine and led him to the driver side door.

Blaine didn´t miss the hand that trailed down Kurt´s back and stayed on his ass. It made the urge to vomit all the greater, but he tried to hold it in. There was no way the man was interested in him and vomit on his car seat would not brighten his chances. With Kurt riding shotgun, he was forced to take the backseat and watch a pale hand wander up and down the driver´s leg.

He wanted to reach out and grab it before it could touch the apparent bulge in dinosaur´s pants, but Kurt gave him a warning glare. It caused him to rethink the situation once more. Maybe he had been right from the beginning. Maybe Kurt was just someone who digged elder man and didn´t want Blaine to know. He pinched himself for thinking Kurt as a slut once more, before shutting his eyes for the rest of the drive. He so needed a Tina right now.

"To a beautiful evening, with a beautiful man." Blaine made a face. More like ´to a evening where I steal everything of worth from you, with you ugly fuck sleeping through it´. The man did not seem to notice, but he got kicked by Kurt under the table for it.

"Is that your porn stash?" Kurt then asked, looking at the shelf behind the dinosaur, who then stupidly turned around to look himself. Kurt used the minute the slip the pill he had smashed into tinier bits beforehand, into the glass of the oblivious man.

"What? Oh, yeah. Want to watch any to get into it?"

Blaine shook his head, trying not to stare at the glass where the pill hadn´t quite dissolved yet. He literally waited for the plan to fail, for them to end up being tied up to the bedpost or worse, killed. A glimpse to Kurt told him that he was the only one worried if the expression was anything to go by.

"Sure. Show some to me and I´ll choose."

With that said, he dragged him up from his chair and over to the shelf with the DVDs. by the time they got back with a porn named: ´Hole-y Hell´ the pill was gone. It was hard to hide the smile when the man finally took a sip and then emptied the glass with a large gulp.
Blaine watched with fascination as it kicked in, made him drowsy and his words slurred while he continued to touch Kurt as if it was his given right. Half an hour and several attempts of trying to explain his tiredness later the man was out cold, face lying on the table top in the kitchen.

Literally two seconds later, Kurt got up from the lap he had sat in and slipped the golden ring and the watch of his arm and into his pocket. Where otherwise sat the impassive constant-smirk was now a genuinely happy smile on Kurt´s lips that made Blaine´s stomach churn. There was no doubt that Kurt was enjoying this.

"Come on. Grab whatever you can carry. Anything small and valuable is now ours." Kurt said, not bothering to whisper.

He rounded the room, opening drawers and throwing what was inside out on the floor. For a while Blaine just sat there, watching the calculated way he seemed to do anything in and the graceful movements he made. It was then he realized that he had only been one of the pawns in Kurt´s life. He hadn´t been approached because Kurt liked him. He´d have been the poor guy who would wake up to this mess and less things in his house while Kurt was long gone. Somehow that made him feel worse about himself and defiantly he decided to not take part in any of this. Instead he walked over to the couch and lay down, facing the backrest as to not remain watching Kurt.

"Hey, what are you doing? Get up and help me, I can´t carry everything!"

"What does it look like? I will sleep here. Goodnight."

There was a short pause, then Kurt finally answered. "You have got to be kidding me! Do you know what happens when he wakes up? This is fucking dangerous."

"I will be gone before that." Blaine closed his eyes. "And do you really think I will let the opportunity to sleep on a soft sofa slide, when you were the one making me sleep on the cold ground in my own tent? When I am drunk and cold and damn lonely? You know what, go fuck off Kurt!"

The cushion at the end of the sofa dipped when Kurt sat down. Blaine had almost fallen asleep when he got a reply. "Fine. I will wake you up before he has a chance to beat us to a pulp, but then you will help me carry some things to our cars, o-fucking-kay? And in case the plan doesn´t work out, you will never complain again and finally do what I say."

"Whatever."

The weight on the cushion lifted and a few seconds later the lights went out. He listened as Kurt lay down on the smaller sofa next to his and the loud snores coming from the kitchen. Somehow the plan hadn't gone as planned.

Blaine got a backbone now, thank god. Kurt is no slut. Does ANYONE ever call Tequila Tina Killer? i made that up, but everyone SHOULD :DDD

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