A/N: I was inspired by real-life events. There's no song, but I felt it had to be written. Enjoy! Review!
Blaine entered the party feeling uncomfortable and alone. His only friend who had been invited, Jeff, had bailed on him, and he almost stayed home. He wasn't socially awkward, but going into a party where he didn't know anyone very well was sort of intimidating. It was a party for all types, so he wasn't worried about being isolated because of his sexuality. It was just… the rest of him. He didn't feel very attractive, or confident, or comfortable in his own skin. He felt like an outsider.
He panicked as his mother dropped him off—he didn't know anyone that had already arrived, he wasn't friends with that guy, that guy hated him, etc. He made her wait for almost ten minutes before he saw a group of people he sort-of knew and followed them inside. Some senior had to check his name of a list and make sure he wasn't drunk or high. He didn't do any of that stuff, and he didn't plan to…
He entered the party, almost shaking with nerves. He found a couple people, and stood around with them for a while, carefully sipping a water as he listened. Blaine wasn't much of a talker. He would talk if someone asked him a question, or if he was with one of his close friends, but otherwise he liked to listen. People didn't seem to mind that he listened either, and it worked for him.
He talked for about an hour with a couple different groups of people, but talked more in depth with one girl, named Kendra. They talked about school: about college plans and classes they were taking, and then about family and siblings and summer plans and what they did for fun. Enough time had passed that Blaine was beginning to loosen up a bit. He mingled a little more, but still didn't know very many people at the party. It made him super frustrated to know that he wasn't confident enough to talk to all these people. He felt so alone for a second that he caved and texted Tyler, the guy he was supposed to be playing hard to get with. He then realized it made him seem pretty desperate, and he swore under his breath.
Blaine wasn't any good at relationships. He never got looked at in the halls, or asked to dance at parties, or anything. In middle school, he was always super nice, but he was always the fat kid. There were pictures he couldn't even look at anymore because of his weight. But he worked his ass off (literally) and he lost thirty pounds. He felt like a new man and he couldn't wait to embrace the world. Even with his attitude and appearance changing, he hadn't figured out how other guys would find him attractive. He was sexy, and he was healthy, and he was still alone and unconfident.
His confidence and happiness came when he danced. He was a pure-and-perfect goody-goody at home and at school, and then you got him on the dance floor with some music with a beat, and a few sort-of friends, and he turned into a full-blown slut.
At the party there was a room with music and dim lights and glitter, and Kendra's friend Cassidy had grabbed his hand and pulled him in. All of a sudden, Blaine was moving his hips and shaking his ass and running his hands through his hair and grinding with the air as the bass in the song pulsed through his veins. He felt free and wild and fantastic and alive! He couldn't believe he hadn't done this before. It was like a drug (or so he assumed). The music was taking over; spreading through him and making him feel untouchable, eternally happy.
The sort-of friends he did know at the party were dancing too, and they were surprised to see how dirty Blaine could be, if only through dance. They cheered him on and danced along with him as he smiled and laughed. Soon, the dance floor began to get crowded, but Blaine ignored them all and kept dancing. Suddenly, he felt something—or someone—against his ass. He whirled around to see the most attractive man he had ever seen, Kurt, smirking at him through long eyelashes. Kurt had been in a few of his classes this year, and Blaine had admired him from afar, but this was different. You could almost see the longing in his eyes. He grabbed Blaine's hips and pulled himself flush with Blaine's back, his crotch sliding against Blaine's ass, making them both groan a little.
Blaine liked the reaction he was getting from Kurt, so he pushed his ass back farther and began to move his hips, grinding back against him with fervor, just enjoying the feel of it.
Blaine could soon feel Kurt responding to their dancing, and Blaine was beginning to feel his own body responding too. Luckily his jeans were tight enough to hide it well. He turned around and danced facing Kurt. The pair grew closer and closer until their lips met. Now together, they rocked and twisted as the beat grew louder in their ears. The song ended, and Blaine felt like he could take on the world. He broke their kiss and looked at Kurt. His eyes were bright, hair mussed, and lips kissed red. Blaine laughed and grabbed Kurt's hand.
"Wanna go somewhere?" His voice was low and rough with want.
Kurt smiled and nodded, allowing Blaine to tug him away, out of the party and down the street into the warm night.
The track field was dark and deserted at this time of night, but they didn't mind. Blaine climbed over the fence and landed on his feet on the other side, then reached up to help Kurt over. Kurt was less graceful, and the two of them tumbled painlessly onto the grass. Kurt giggled.
"Where were we?" Blaine pulled Kurt towards him once again, crushing their lips together. He swiped his tongue along Kurt's lip, asking for entrance, and Kurt's tongue came out to meet his. Kurt gasped.
"Blaine…"
"Mmm?"
"You're… vibrating."
Blaine's phone buzzed angrily in his pocket with a text from his overbearing mother, telling him to come home before he broke his curfew. He rolled his eyes in annoyance, but sighed and stood up, pulling Kurt up with him.
"Sorry about this…"
"Another time, then? Let me put my number in your phone."
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The next morning, Blaine's phone buzzed with a new text message.
From Kurt (11:13): We should dance together more often… ;)
