A/N: My life is over, Harry Potter was so bloody amazing, and can I get a round of applause for Mr. Alan Rickman? My god man, my god. All of the fucking awards.

I am on a Potter high, and nothing can stop me.

thank you to everybody who reviews, you have no idea how much it means to me. I bow to all of you amazing people. I'll write a celebratory one-shot when I get to 140 reviews. and the person that submitted my 140th review gets to suggest a prompt for me to do. :).

Well anyway, on to the story.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.


Kurt's buzzer rings at 9 p.m. exactly and once again Kurt giggles at his boyfriend's promptness. He walks over to answer it, not even minding that Blaine will see him before he's one-hundred percent ready.

"Ciao, mi amore," he greets boisterously, swooping into the apartment and giving Kurt a short, but nonetheless passionate kiss.

"Hi," Kurt giggles, pressing his forehead against Blaine's

"Are you all ready to go?" Blaine asks, looking down Kurt's body. "Or not." he says, noticing the absence of Kurt's shoes.

"I just need to get my shoes on and tweak my hair a bit," Kurt says walking to his bedroom with Blaine following him.

"Your hair is fine, babe. I'm a little worried about your jeans though. They're a tad bit tight, don't you think?" Blaine says, his eyes wandering to Kurt's rear.

"That's the point."

"So you are trying to kill me on purpose," Blaine says. "Well, you got me." He says, falling onto the bed dramatically. Kurt giggles and throws him a balled up sock.

"I like my jeans tight, it shows off my ass better," he states, reaching into his closet to grab his prized Doc Martens. He puts them on and stands up to model his outfit for Blaine. "What do you think?"

Blaine looks at Kurt up and down again, god damnit does his ass look scrumptious. "You look amazing, babe."

Kurt beams and twirls in thanks.

"Seriously though, stop being so adorable," Blaine says, standing up reluctantly

"I can't help it," Kurt grins, and pulls Blaine in for a kiss. "So, we're meeting Jon and Ellie at the bar. That gives you a full cab ride to prepare yourself."

"Right," Blaine says, nervousness setting in. "Kurt, what if they don't like me?" He whispers.

"Oh don't be silly, of course they'll like you." Kurt reassures him and leads him out of the apartment.

"Aren't they like super protective of you though? What if they threaten to kill me or chop my balls off, or…" Kurt cuts him off with a kiss, and Blaine staggers back slightly.

"Blaine, they'll love you. Stop worrying so much," Kurt says, grabbing Blaine's hand again. "Now, hurry your cute little ass off or else we'll be late and I hate being late."

Blaine laughs, and strolls down the hallway fretfully, pulling a giggling Kurt forward.

"Stop worrying," Kurt says, as the pair reach the street.

"I can't help it," Blaine snaps, and then realizes that he's lost his temper with Kurt. "Oh, baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you like that. I'm just a bit nervous."

"It's okay," Kurt says. "It's fine. Just… don't do it again."

"Deal."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Kurt asks. "We can always just go back upstairs and lie around in bed naked, watching old Hollywood movies."

"No, as tempting as that sounds; I want to meet your friends. I want them to like me." Blaine responds, waving his arm out for a cab. Kurt gives him one last look before whistling loudly; a cab stopping in front of them immediately. "You're amazing you know that?"

"I know," Kurt says smugly as he gets in the cab.

The cab driver drops the boys off in front of the bar where they first met, and Kurt looks away blushing.

"Did your mind go straight to that blowjob in the bathroom too?" Blaine asks, looking at his boyfriend. Kurt blushes even more and nods feebly. "Good, so I wasn't the only one." Kurt giggles adorably, snorting a bit at the end. He slaps his hand over his mouth as Blaine's gaze bores into him again.

"Did you just… snort?" Blaine says, working really hard to control the laugh bubbling at his lips. The whimper that Kurt lets out answers his question immediately.

"Can we just go inside?" He says, walking forward, smiling in thanks at the guy holding the door open.

"Don't be embarrassed, I do it too," Blaine says, following the red faced boy in the bar.

"You do?"

"When I laugh really hard I do. One time milk came out of my nose."

"It did not."

"Did too, it was hilarious you should have seen it. You know you should laugh at yourself more often. If you can't laugh at yourself, life is going to seem a lot longer than you'd like." Blaine says.

"You totally stole that from Garden State," Kurt notes, scanning the crowd for his friends.

"She's right though. You have to learn to laugh at your imperfections. I did."

"You're not perfect?" Kurt exclaims, feigning shock.

"Oh ha ha. Don't be mad just cause I'm not Oscar the Grouch like you."

"Okay, now we're making Sesame Street references, Blaine Anderson you are truly a child."

"Yeah, but you love me."

"Shocking, right? Oh, there they are!" Kurt says and pulls Blaine toward the bar where two people who could only be Kurt's friends were already drinking their drinks.

"Kurt!" The girl, Ellie, yells. "Hi!" she engulfs Kurt into a bone crushing hug. She has a thick mane of brown hair, beautiful face with a small button nose, but the main feature from her face is her eyes. Her dazzling chocolate eyes framed by a thick thatch of dark lashes.

"Ellie, let me breathe."

"Sorry, is this your boo? I'm Eleanor but feel free to call me Ellie," she says, looking at Blaine up and down. "My god, he's gorgeous. Can you say jackpot?"

Blaine chuckles nervously and extends his hand out for her to shake. Ellie looks at it for a moment then throws her arms around Blaine's neck, giving him a fierce hug.

"Sorry, Ellie's a hugger," Kurt says apologetically. "This is Jon," he grabs the boy at the bar and brings him up. Blaine looks at him, Jon reminds him a lot of Zachary Quinto, just with a smaller nose and less bushy eyebrows.

"Hi," he smiles warmly and accepts Blaine's hand.

"Hi," Blaine says, looking at Kurt's beaming friends. "It's really nice to meet you."

"Likewise Blainey, you don't mind that I call you that right? I'm sorry, I'm really friendly," Ellie giggles, drinking the last bit of her cosmopolitan. "I need another one of these, can I get you guys a drink? Ey garcon! We need more drinks." She yells down the bar.

Blaine looks at Kurt and both Kurt and Jon give Blaine a look that clearly says, 'We're sorry, she's just like this.'

The bartender glides over to them and Ellie immediately orders another cosmopolitan. "What do you guys want? Order away," she gestures airily, and the boys giggle.

"I'll take a scotch on the rocks with a twist," Jon speaks up. Yeap, the boy was straight, a scotch on the rocks with a twist is a really straight drink. Well, the twist might make him bi.

"I'll get a mojito," Blaine says, and Kurt looks at him. "What? I like mint in my drink." Yes, Blaine knows that it's a bit of a gay drink, but hey he's gay.

Kurt shakes his head. "I'll have a Sex on the Beach."

"Oh, kinky are we?" Ellie says, already halfway through her second Cosmo.

Kurt blushes beet red. "Shut up, Ellie."

Ellie laughs loudly and leans on Jon for support.

"How many drinks has she had?" Kurt asks, smiling at the bartender as he delivers his drink.

"Surprisingly only three," Jon says, taking a sip of his Scotch. "But they all had really high levels of alcohol, so she may be a little more than buzzed."

"Ah," Kurt says, noticing that Blaine has gone quiet. "Babe, why are you being so quiet?"

"Hmm?" Blaine says, looking up from his drink.

"You're being unnaturally quiet," Kurt notes, squeezing Blaine's hand reassuringly.

"Oh, sorry. I don't really know what to say," he whispers in Kurt's ear.

"Just give Ellie a minute, she'll get you talking," Kurt says loudly trying to get the girl's attention.

"Somebody say my name?" Ellie says, placing her drink on the bar. "So, tell us, how did you two meet?" she points at Kurt and Blaine. Jon resumes his seat at the bar and listens intently.

"Well, uhm we met here actually," Blaine says, rubbing his the back of his neck uneasily.

"Go on," Jon says, sipping on his drink.

"Some guy was heckling me and Blaine came to my rescue," Kurt says simply.

"Then you guys fucked right?" Ellie says, and Kurt and Blaine choke on their drinks.

"Ellie!" Kurt exclaims. "That is not something you just say."

"But it's true right?" Ellie presses on, and Kurt throws her a murderous look.

"Does a blowjob in the bathroom count?" Kurt puts in.

"Sort of, but I want to know if Blaine put his ding-a-ling in your bootie. Or did you shove yours up his ass-"

Blaine spits out his drink all over Jon.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry man."

"It's okay, I'm used to Ellie's outlandish statements, and the consequences of them," Jon says, wiping his face.

"Really, I'm sorry."

"Blaine, it's okay." Jon assures him, giving him a friendly smile.

"Eleanor." Kurt barks, going even redder. "Can we please… oh my god… He did me. There happy?" He snarls.

"Very," Ellie grins and orders another drink. Kurt shakes his head and turns to Jon.

"Have you finished your Voice class paper?"

"Just finished it today, you?"

"I just started it today. It's been giving me a tough time." Kurt admits.

"A paper is giving you a tough time? You, Kurt Hummel?" Jon laughs.

"I've been distracted."

"By Blaine's cock," Ellie adds, giggling madly at Blaine's discomfort.

"Eleanor Rigby Lockhart I swear to god I will slap the living shit out of you," Kurt threatens, but Blaine perks up at the use of Ellie's full name.

"You're middle name is Rigby?" He asks.

"Yup, my parents were huge Beatles fans, so when I was born they decided to honor the greatest band on Earth by naming me after one of their songs," Ellie explains, her eyes shining with excitement.

"And they decided on Eleanor Rigby?" Blaine asks incredulously.

"It was either that or Michelle, oh, or Julia."

"You have such a cool name," Blaine admires.

"Thank you, Blaine. You have a pretty groovy name too. Did Kurt tell you he loves Pretty in Pink?" Ellie says, jerking her head in Kurt's reaction where he was talking to Jon about school.

"Really?"

"Mhhm, he loves that movie, he always says he wants a guy like Blaine, and I guess you're that guy."

"Wow." Blaine says, downing his drink. "So where did you and Kurt meet?"

"Oh, we met at school. Mhhm, on the first day, he was in my theater class and he noticed I was wearing a jacket from Marc Jacobs latest collection. We've been best friends since then." Ellie says.

"What about Jon?" Blaine inquires, still not getting an accurate read on Jon's sexuality.

"Oh, they met in voice class. Jon has a really lovely voice, Kurt and him practice together."

"Oh,"

"Yeah, Jon's straight by the way. I know you were worried about that, but you have nothing to fret about, Jon is actually quite the man-whore."

"I am not," Jon says indignantly, turning his head from Kurt to glare at Ellie.

"You are too, dude how many girls do you bring home?" Ellie asks, cocking her head as she waits for an answer.

Jon doesn't answer straight away, and Ellie's mouth starts to turn into a smirk. "Aha."

"So? How many guys do you bring home?" Jon throws back at her.

"It's different."

"How?"

"I'm a girl."

"Oh, so being a girl means you can go whoring around?" Kurt asks, trying to stop himself from laughing,

"Sort of… you know what shut up," Ellie says angrily, and orders another drink while Kurt, Blaine, and Jon laugh at their embarrassed friend.

"She's not really that much of a whore, and neither am I; we just like to kid around," Jon says to Blaine, and Blaine nods understandingly.

"Yeah, I figured," he says.

"So Blaine, Kurt tells me you go to Columbia. Do you like it there?"

"I love it there," Blaine says simply, and Jon smiles at him.

"What's your major?"

"Teaching. I want to be a music teacher," Blaine answers, smiling as the words leave his mouth.

"Music man, eh? I can dig that. What's your favorite band?" Jon asks, squinting his eyes slightly.

"The Beatles," Blaine responds without skipping a beat.

"What's your second favorite band?"

"The Rolling Stones."

"Well hello new best friend," Jon says, and Blaine laughs.

"Hey, I thought I was your best friend," Kurt says, reproachfully.

"You guys can share that spot," Jon says, grinning grandly.

The conversation quickly turns to music and the more Blaine keeps on talking about his music taste, the more Jon and Ellie; who's decided to return to the discussion, look at Blaine like they really like him.

"I think you may be my musical soul mate," Jon says, after Blaine finishes discussing why 80's hip hop was way better than the new millennium hip-hop.

"Well, thank you," Blaine says, giving Jon one of his mega watt smiles.

"Okay, hi, your boyfriend here. I think we've had enough of you ignoring me," Kurt says, waving his hand to get Blaine's attention.

"Sorry, amore," Blaine apologizes, and plants a kiss on Kurt's cheek. The giggle Kurt gives him tells Blaine that Kurt accepts his apology.

"Amore?" Ellie says. "Do you speak Italian?"

"Sì, signora," Blaine answers, and Ellie swoons into the bar.

"Oh my god, you're so sexy," she says. "Kurt, can I have him?"

"No," Kurt says, wrapping an arm around Blaine protectively. "Go find your own."

"But yours is so cute, and perfect, and he can speak Italian. Italian, Kurt."

"Yes Ellie, I am aware."

"No fair, all the best guys are gay, hey Jon do you think-"

"No," Jon answers immediately.

"But please-"

"No, we already tried that and while the sex was great, the emotional connection… no, just no."

Ellie pouts and slums down onto her bar stool. "You guys are no fun."

"Oh whatever, Ellie," Kurt says, snuggling into Blaine's side. Blaine squeezes him and leans down to whisper something in Kurt's ear.

"Ti amo, tesoro,"

Kurt looks into Blaine's eyes, and whispers something in turn, "Je t'aime chérie."

Blaine wraps a hand behind Kurt's neck and brings their lips together, kissing him as if they were in an empty room. He hears Jon cough uncomfortably, and Ellie's loud 'ohwhat?' but he ignores it. Right now there's nothing but him and Kurt in that room.

"Uhm, guys… you're in a public place," Ellie reminds them, and the boys break away, each red in the face. They continue to stare at each other, gazing dreamily into each others eyes.

"You guys want to refrain from eye-fucking each other in front of us?" Ellie says, snapping her foot impatiently. "I want to freaking dance. With Blaine," she adds, grabbing Blaine's hand and pulling him to the dance floor.

"Eleanor, please leave my boyfriend alone," Kurt insists, but Ellie doesn't relinquish her hold.

"I want to dance with Blaine, just one dance, please," she pouts her lips, and Kurt groans in surrender.

"Fine, just one dance though."

"Yay," Ellie jumps before dragging Blaine onto the dance floor.

"Want to dance?" Kurt asks Jon.

"Sure, why not?" Jon says, finishing his drink and joining Kurt out in the dance floor, where Ellie was already doing some strange dance around Blaine while he stood there swaying his feet awkwardly to the beat.

"I'll rescue you soon enough," Kurt yells, dancing gracefully against Jon. Not in a manner that would have Blaine running up to Jon and ripping his balls out, but in a way that was innocent. Almost as if he was dancing with a brother.

While Blaine dances with Ellie, he notices the way Kurt moves, he hasn't really seen him dance other than the night they met, and they had both been drunk so he really doesn't remember. Kurt looks so fluid, knowing just how to move his hips, tantalizing Blaine enough for him to want to rip his hair out. Damn, it's those fucking jeans. He knew he should have convinced Kurt to change them before they left.

After the song was over Blaine thanked Ellie hurriedly and dashed over to Kurt's side, grabbing him by the hips and spinning him so that he was face to face with Blaine.

"You know you should really stop teasing me like that," he growls into Kurt's neck.

"Nah, I have way too much fun," Kurt moans as Blaine licks at the sweet spot on Kurt's neck. Kurt's breathing hitches and he twines his fingers in Blaine's hair, pulling him closer.

"Hmm, is that a fact?"

"It is," Kurt says, giving his hips a little thrust.

"You little tease," Blaine murmurs, and bites down on the flesh of Kurt's exposed neck, Kurt whimpers and pulls turns away, pulling Blaine into the bathroom again.

"We're doing a repeat?"

"Mhhm, except this time you'll be the one on the receiving end, mon amour," Kurt purrs.

"Ohhh Kurt, the fucking French," Blaine moans and pushes Kurt up against the wall, attacking his neck with fierce bites.

"Blaine, stop, you'll leave a m-mark,"

"That's the idea, I want everybody to know that you're mine."

Kurt's eyes fly open and he pushes Blaine harshly off of him.

"Kurt, baby, are you okay?" Blaine reaches forward to grab Kurt's hand but he whips it away.

"Don't touch me!"

Blaine steps back to the farthest side of the bathroom, on the verge of tears. "What's wrong?" he whispers wretchedly, not liking the pained look on Kurt's face.

"Nothing," Kurt says after a moment of silence.

"Bullshit," Blaine says, daring to take a step forward. "Something's going on."

Kurt looks at him, the expression on his face breaking Blaine's heart. Kurt looks like he's in absolute pain. Like he's thinking about something that hurts him.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"H-he always marked me," Kurt whispers, "D-Danny. He always wanted people to know that I was his."

"Oh Kurt, I'm so sorry. I didn't know." Blaine rushes forward and engulfs Kurt into a hug. "I'm so sorry."

"I-its… I'm sorry Blaine, it's just that… I… I don't like being treated like property-"

"You're not, you're not property, Kurt, I am so sorry I said what I said." Blaine cuts Kurt off mid-sentence.

"You didn't let me finish, I said I don't like being treated like property, but you never make me feel like that, this was just me being stupid again. I like it when you kiss me and mark me, but I… it just brought back old memories, I'll get used to it being you who marks me now."

"Kurt, I…I don't want you to ever have to think about your horrible ex-boyfriend. I'll… I just wont try to do that, at least not until you're ready." Blaine says, pressing a kiss to Kurt's forehead.

"Okay," Kurt says, sniffing loudly. "I'm sorry, I just killed the mood didn't I?"

"It's okay, we have all the time in the world to have sex, we should probably get back to Ellie and Jon though."

"Yeah, yeah you're right," Kurt says, inspecting himself in the mirror before stepping out of the bathroom.

Outside, Blaine and Kurt spot Ellie and Jon at the bar again drinking yet another cocktail.

"Hey, where were you guys?" Ellie screams. "Wait, you guys didn't…?"

"No," Kurt and Blaine say together.

"Are you sure?"

"Very sure," Blaine assures her.

"Okay," Ellie says, turning back to her drink. "So, do you guys want another drink?"

Kurt and Blaine look at each other and nod. Blaine stares at Kurt a little longer though. He hates seeing his angel cry, and he notices that every time he talks about Danny he ends up ding it. Blaine needs to find out what he did to Kurt to mess him up like that. He needs to know so he can help Kurt. He just needs to know.

He links his hand with Kurt's, squeezing tightly. Kurt looks at him and gives him the smallest of smiles. Blaine brings his free hand up to Kurt's face and tugs at the corners of Kurt's mouth, making him smile bigger. Kurt giggles and grins brightly.

"There's the smile I was going for," Blaine says, leaning in for a quick kiss.

"Awww," Ellie and Jon say, looking at the lovebirds.

"Shut it," Kurt says, accepting his drink from Ellie.

Blaine smiles, and tries to forget about Kurt's stupid ex-boyfriend.

At least for tonight.


A/N: So what did you think about my OC's? I like them.

Oh, I would like to apologize for being a lazy bitch when it comes to updating When You Read My Mind. I swear I will have a new chapter up on Tuesday, for sure.

Reviews are love.