The lights danced and flashed around the group of friends as they sat in the booth that was now classed as theirs. Blaine had already left to get changed and start working, and the other bartenders were doing their job quite well and tending to their needs. People had started being let in and the place was slowly filling up.

Kurt stopped in the middle of a conversation when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He could see his friends gawking, Jess with a small smirk on her face, as they stared at whoever was behind him.

Turning around, a huge grin spread onto his face.

Blaine was standing there in a pair of black pants, which hugged him closely in all the right places. A black silk shirt sat snugly on his top half, with specks of silver running through it, but what made the costume was the intricate red mask he had covering the top half of his face. It was a large swirly design, covering his eyes and forehead, going into two horns at the top of his head above his eyes.

"Trying to tell me something gorgeous?" Blaine asked with a smirk.

"Apart from that you look fantastic?" Kurt replied innocently.

Blaine's smirk grew as he bent down to whisper in Kurt's ear.

"Better not go getting me turned on, these pants don't leave much to the imagination," he finished with a nibble on Kurt's earlobe.

Kurt shivered as the sensation from his ear ran through his body and straight to his groin.

"Better go get changed," Blaine said as he pulled Kurt up and walked with him into the office, "I would stay, but I have work to do," he finished with a pout.

Kurt chuckled, loving that although Blaine was an incorrigible flirt, and forever horny, he was also a big puppy dog and sap.

"Oh, well that sucks, but at least there's this amazingly hot bartender working tonight, I might have to flirt a little for some drinks," Kurt replied cheekily.

"Oh yeah?" Blaine said as he leaned against the doorframe of the office, "what's he like?"

"He's amazing, his body is to die for, and really, he's a horny devil with the amount he hits on me. It's not surprising he's dressed as a devil tonight," Kurt said with a wink.

"Well, I'm sure if you flirt enough he will give you whatever you like," Blaine said walking up behind Kurt and wrapping his arms around his waist, pulling him back, "behave," he growled into his ear playfully.

Kurt turned around in Blaine's arms and planted a kiss on his lips, his hands going up to his chest.

"Go do some work," he said as he pushed Blaine playfully out the door.

"I'm the boss I'll work when I like," Blaine replied as he let Kurt push him away.

"Hush, go work, I'll come see you when I get changed considering I have to walk back through the bar anyway."

Blaine stopped just outside of the door and looked at Kurt expectantly. Kurt sighed playfully but lent over and kissed Blaine soundly on the lips, pulling away before said man could deepen it.

Kurt pulled away from the kiss and smiled at Blaine before closing the door to get changed.

Blaine ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. He didn't want to work tonight, he just wanted to spend the whole night with Kurt, but at least he could watch him all night anyway, without seeming like a stalker he hoped. The last thing he needed was his customers thinking he was some creepy stalker who watched them all the time.

He went to the bar to pour himself a drink, making a round for the group of friends at the table, who one day could possibly be his friends too. Putting them on a tray he walked towards the table.

"Hey hot stuff," he heard a voice say from behind him as he neared the table.

Turning to see who had spoken, Blaine glared at the person in front of him.

"What do you want?" he asked stiffly.

"You, obviously," the person replied.

"Well, I don't want you, not anymore," Blaine replied before turning to head back to the table again.

"Blaine wait," they called out following him to the table where the group was watching the exchange with interest.

Blaine put the tray of drinks down with a smile, and a wink at the girls who even though they knew he was gay, were quite obviously turned around. His expression then changed as the man who had followed him touched him on the shoulder to get his attention. Rachel stared at the pure hatred on Blaine's face as he turned to face him.

"Unless you want to be kicked out right now, I suggest you leave me alone," he hissed through gritted teeth, his hands clenching by his side.

"Please will you just talk to me," the man pleaded, his sunglasses that he had been wearing as part of his costume now on top of his head, his green eyes shining in the light.

Previously, Blaine would have been affected by the way those eyes sparkled, and would have fallen for the pleading look on his face, but right now all he felt was hate and disgust.

'Leave me alone Sebastian," Blaine's body was getting tense and Rachel could see that this situation was about to get severely out of control.

"Blaine," Rachel said as she put a hand on his arm.

Blaine jumped at the contact and turned to face Rachel, smiling at the concern that was plastered on her face.

"Is everything alright?" she asked softly.

"Yeah, it's fine," Blaine replied truthfully with a smile, "Sebastian was just leaving," he finished, the last part being directed to Sebastian with a glare.

Sebastian went to say something, but at the glares he was getting from the entire group at the table, even Mark, he turned and left, walking straight out the door of the club.

"I'll be back Anderson," he called over the music before leaving fully.

Blaine rolled his eyes and turned back to the table.

"Sorry about that, here's some drinks, all on the house tonight," Blaine said with a wink.

"What was all that about?" An angelic voice sounded from behind Blaine.

Blaine turned around with a wide grin, scooping Kurt up into his arms.

"Nothing to worry about," he said, finishing with a searing kiss.

Pulling back he looked at Kurt, taking in the blush that had risen on his cheeks. Stepping back out of the embrace, he finally got a look at the outfit Kurt was wearing.

Kurt was standing in front of him in a pair of pants similar to the ones he had made Blaine except for the fact that they were white. On his top half he wore a silver silk shirt, with the top few buttons undone to reveal his milky skin underneath. On his face he wore a mask in the similar style to Blaine's, except silver, and instead of turning into two points, it circled around the top of his head, forming a halo of sorts.

"What do you think?" he asked as he spun in a circle on the spot.

"I thought I told you not to turn me on," Blaine replied a he walked past Kurt, pinching his ass on the way.

Kurt let out a rather loud yelp, causing his friends at the table to laugh as a few other patrons looked his way with approving eyes. Kurt sat down at the table with a huff, picking a drink up from the tray and gulping it down.

"Slow down there Kurt," Rachel laughed from where she was sitting, "I love the costumes by the way."

Kurt thanked Rachel as he appraised her own costume. Her costume was a simple white dress and hat with a red stripe and cross, meant to be a nurse's outfit. Kurt thought it was nice and simple for her and it looked good.

The rest of the table were dressed in fairly simple costumes compared to some of the more elaborate patrons of the bar, but none of them seemed concerned.

"So what was that about anyway?" Kurt asked Rachel.

"Don't know, but Blaine knew him," Rachel replied as she took a sip of her drink.

Kurt hummed as he sat drinking his drink, deep in thought.

"So, what happened tonight?" Rachel suddenly asked.

Kurt glanced up from where his gaze had drifted to the table and was shocked to see all the faces of his friends turned in his direction, waiting intently for him to answer.

"Good," Kurt nodded for emphasis, "we're official now."

Rachel and the rest of the girls squealed and clapped their hands, making Kurt roll his eyes although he was smiling fondly. He then noticed Mark sitting there with a scowl on his face, badly hidden behind the glass he was drinking from.

"What's wrong Mark," Kurt asked exasperatedly.

"Nothing," Mark replied quickly, forcing a smile.

Kurt looked at Mark sideways before deciding that they all needed more drinks. Standing up from the table, he sauntered towards the bar, where Blaine was semi watching him, a dark lustful look on his face, as he served the customer in front of him.

Kurt leant against the bar blatantly watching Blaine and the way he moved. The shirt he had made for him clinging nicely to his muscles as he leant across the bar.

"What are you having?" a voice sounded in Kurt's ear as a hand landed on the small of his back.

Kurt jumped at the contact and turned around to face a man, he guessed he would have to be at least 10 years older than him, dressed smartly in a suit and tie that was undone a little, glasses and a hat on his head. Kurt assumed he was dressed as Clark Kent.

"I'm fine," Kurt replied as he turned back to the bar.

"Come on, you know you want me to buy you one," the man pushed.

"No, I really don't," Kurt replied, trying to get away from the mans touch.

"Are you sure?" the man asked as he moved his hand to sit around Kurt's hip.

"He said he was fine," a voice growled before the man was being pushed away from Kurt.

Kurt looked up to see Blaine standing there, his jaw set tight, and his fists balled by his side, his mask discarded to the side as he pulled it off.

"I don't think this has anything to do with you," the man said before putting his hand back on Kurt.

"Oh really?" Blaine replied rhetorically, "I think it does."

With that Blaine leant over the bar grabbed Kurt by the biceps, pulling him to meet him halfway before crashing their lips together.

Kurt felt the hand leave his back, and could faintly hear the sounds of people cheering around them, but all he could care about was the way Blaine's lips were moving against his, the way his tongue was darting in and out of his mouth as if he was wanting only a quick taste. Everything around him faded to black as the hands of his lover, now boyfriend, gripped at his biceps; pulling him close as his tongue pushed insistently, make Kurt open his wider.

They parted with a lewd pop, Blaine with a smirk and Kurt thoroughly breathless.

"Think it doesn't now?" Blaine asked with a smirk towards the man who Kurt hadn't realized was still standing there.

"That was hot," the man replied, looking at the two of them with appraising eyes.

"Touch my boyfriend again and you'll be kicked out," Blaine told him before turning to Kurt, "I'll bring some drinks over in a second."

Kurt nodded, still incapable of speech after that kiss, and turned to go back to the table, leaving the man standing at the bar, speechless at the threat he had just been given.


A few hours later, the music was loud and the bass was pumping. The energy running through the club was high and everyone was having a good time.

Kurt had taken his mask off and his shirt was close to being fully undone.

Blaine watched from the bar as Kurt danced to the music, his body moving smoothly as he swayed his hips from side to side, the black lights of the club making his white jeans shine bright in the middle of the dance floor.

Filling a glass with some vodka and lemonade and another with bourbon and cola, Blaine decided he was going to call it a night.

"I'll be around, but I'm off the clock now," he told one of the staff who had just started their shift as he walked out from behind the bar.

After receiving a nod of confirmation that he had been heard, he pulled his mask back over his eyes, picked the drinks up from the bar, and walked towards the dance floor, a path forming straight for the man the closer he got.

"Vodka and lemonade?" he asked as he passed the drink in front of Kurt from behind.

Kurt turned around with a wide grin, taking the drink with a flourish.

"Thank you," he said before gulping down a large quantity of it.

Blaine laughed out loud as he realized that Kurt was in fact quite drunk.

"I hope you're not expecting me to take care of you if you get too drunk," he growled into Kurt's ear, biting down on his earlobe as he finished.

"You have once already," Kurt replied with a giggle.

"Mmm, I wasn't expecting to see you again though, I was just doing my job," Blaine replied.

"Whatever," Kurt retorted, "I bet you would look after me."

"I advise you don't try find out," Blaine replied, drinking his own drink.

"Hmm," Kurt hummed as he watched Blaine; "I hope that goes two ways then."

Blaine just looked at Kurt, amusement shining in his eyes. Kurt smiled as he realized that Blaine wasn't being serious, putting his arms up around his neck and pulling him close.

"You're coming home with me tonight," Blaine said as he leant his forehead against Kurt's.

Kurt nodded, closing his eyes, as he took in the feel of Blaine as said man put his arms around his waist pulling him close.

By this stage, Kurt's shirt had managed to come fully undone, and he could feel the cool silk of Blaine's shirt against his chest.

Blaine couldn't wait any longer as he tilted Kurt's head so he could capture his lips in a searing kiss.

"Say goodbye to your friends," he whispered into Kurt's ear, not softly but rather demandingly.

Kurt nodded and quickly said goodbye to his friends, Mark watching the two carefully, a scowl still on his face.

Kurt let Blaine lead him from the bar, into the waiting car that was parked at the curb.

He was expecting to see the usual sleek, black, BMW that Steve drove them around in, but right now, sitting in front of him, was a silver Mercedes SL550.

"Nice, how come I've not seen this yet," Kurt asked Blaine as he held the door open for him.

"It's new," Blaine shrugged, throwing his mask into the car after Kurt got in, closing the door and going around to the driver's side.

Kurt watched Blaine closely as he got in the car, smiling at the smirk sent his way.

"Put your seatbelt on," Blaine demanded as he started the car.

"You're being very demanding tonight," Kurt said in amusement, complying with Blaine's order and strapping himself into the seat.

Blaine looked over at Kurt with a slight smirk, although Kurt could see the adoration behind it.

"Yes well," he started, "you're driving me crazy in those pants, and with your shirt undone. I just couldn't wait to get home and take them off of you."

Kurt blushed and ducked his head, pulling slightly on the shirt that was still open, watching the lights of the city pass them by as Blaine drove towards his penthouse apartment.

When they arrived, Blaine pulled into an underground parking lot that Kurt hadn't realized was there, and parked the car quickly.

Getting out, they walked silently towards the elevator, Blaine putting his key in the hole in the elevator that would make it go directly to the top.

As soon as the doors had closed, Blaine had Kurt pushed against the wall, his hands roaming the expanse of bare skin that was his chest as his lips and teeth attacked Kurt's neck, making the man moan with pleasure, his own hands finding their way up the back of Blaine's shirt.

"Blaine," Kurt moaned as said man nipped at his pulse point, "I want you."

"I know gorgeous, I want you too," Blaine replied with another nip, "Soon," he finished, his lips on Kurt's as he spoke the words.

Kurt pushed forward a little bit, capturing Blaine's lips in a passionate kiss.

"God Kurt, you're so fucking hot," Blaine moaned as they pulled away from the kiss, the doors of the elevator opening into the expansive main room of Blaine's penthouse apartment.

The two men walked into the apartment, or rather Blaine walked Kurt backwards into the apartment as best he as he could with their lips still attached, their tongues battling for dominance. Clothes began to be stripped off the closer they got to the bedroom, being strewn all of the various surfaces they passed.

By the time they made it to the bedroom, they were both down to only their briefs, panting heavily from all the kissing.

"You sure you want this?" Blaine asked Kurt as he kissed him sweetly.

"So sure," Kurt replied, kissing Blaine back in the same way.

Blaine grabbed Kurt by the hips, and led him to the bed, pushing him down so that he was lying down.

Kurt lay down on his back, and watched as Blaine climbed on top of him so that he was sitting on his thighs straddling him, his erection straining against the material of his briefs. Kurt was sure his would be doing the same.

Blaine looked at Kurt's body, really looked at it. Sure he had seen Kurt naked, but he had never actually looked at the boy properly.

He took in the smooth pale skin, the pink nipples that were clearly showing his arousal, the ab muscles that were showing only slightly. He noticed a couple of scars, but figured he would ask Kurt about those later. His eyes continued their trail down his body towards the bulge in his briefs. Blaine knew what that looked like already and he licked his lips absentmindedly as he thought about it being in his mouth.

"Gorgeous," Blaine growled, leaning down to kiss Kurt deeply.

Kurt kissed back with a passion he was sure he had never felt before. While Blaine had been clearly checking him out, Kurt had been doing the same. Blaine's body was more muscled than Kurt's, his biceps bulging a little as he held onto Kurt's hips. His entire torso was trim and toned, a prominent 'v' leading to his briefs.

Blaine pulled back from the kiss, only to move his hands slightly and tug at the waistband of Kurt's briefs, lifting his own body a little so he could pull them down his legs, then doing the same with his own.

Kurt watched on as Blaine pulled his briefs off, his cock springing free from their restraint. He licked his lips as he saw a drip of pre-come leaking for the tip.

"Ready gorgeous?" Blaine asked as he kissed Kurt deeply.

Kurt nodded in reply, his eyes closed as he kissed Blaine back.

Blaine pulled back and Kurt watched him as he dug around in the draw of his bedside table, pulling his hand back out with a bottle of lube and a condom in it.

Slicking his fingers up with lube he looked adoringly at Kurt before shuffling off his thighs and tapping where he had just been sitting with his unlubed hand.

"Spread your legs for me gorgeous," he said, smiling when Kurt complied happily.

Blaine shuffled up between Kurt's legs, a lubed finger teasing gently at Kurt's entrance. He watched the way Kurt's body reacted each time he swept his finger over his entrance, loving the spasms his muscles gave.

"Please," Kurt moaned.

Blaine swept his finger once more over his entrance before pushing it in slightly, waiting for Kurt to relax again before pushing in further. Once his finger was in all the way, he stated to move it around, stretching Kurt a little as he tried to find that special bundle of nerves.

"An-another," Kurt gasped as Blaine's finger brushed over his prostate.

Blaine complied, pulling his finger out, only to add another in with it, scissoring them to stretch Kurt before crooking them to hit his prostate again.

"Oh God," Kurt moaned out in pleasure as Blaine repeatedly brushed his fingers over the bundle of nerves.

Blaine added another finger before deciding that Kurt should be sufficiently stretched.

Pulling his fingers out, chuckling at the whine Kurt let out at the loss, he quickly rolled on a condom and slicked himself up.

Shuffling up the bed a little more, he pushed the head of his cock at Kurt's entrance, watching the way Kurt's body was trying to take him.

"Ready," Blaine asked Kurt, stroking his thumb along the mans cheek.

"Oh god yes," Kurt moaned, turning his head and taking Blaine's thumb into his mouth, sucking it and then biting at the pad of skin.

Blaine pushed in slowly, stopping every time Kurt tensed, waiting for him to relax before continuing. When he was all the way in, he stopped moving to let Kurt adjust to him.

"Move please," Kurt pleaded after a moment of them both being completely still.

That was all it took for Blaine to pull back and snap his hips forward harshly, all slowness gone, grinding his hips once he was all the way in again.

Blaine continued this way for a while, trying to find Kurt's prostate. Shifting his body slightly, causing Kurt to lift up a bit more, he slammed forward once more and was rewarded by a loud pleasurable moan, letting him know that he had hit the spot he was wanting.

Blaine continued to pull out and then snap his hips back in, making sure that each time he was hitting Kurt's prostate.

"I'm close," Kurt panted, his hands trying to grip at Kurt's chest, leaving angry red marks in their wake.

Blaine wrapped a hand around Kurt's straining erection, pre-come dripping from the tip. Using his thumb to spread the pre-come, he pumped his hand in time with his thrusts.

"Blaine, I ca-, I'm gon-" Kurt tried, but couldn't finish his words.

"Come for me," Blaine growled as he snapped his hips forward once more.

That was all Kurt needed before he was coming all over Blaine's hand and his stomach, his eyes closing as he rocked through his orgasm with Blaine's thrusts.

Blaine thrust into Kurt a couple more times, before he came himself, Kurt's spasming body helping to milk him through his orgasm.

After catching his breath a little bit, he pulled out of Kurt, trying his best to not hurt him, knowing he would be fairly sensitive, took off the condom and went into the adjoined bathroom to dispose of it, coming back with a warm cloth to clean Kurt up.

Blaine chuckled when he saw that Kurt was nearly passed out on the bed. He quickly wiped him down; tossing the cloth into the hamper that was in the corner of his room before joining Kurt on the bed again.

He pulled back the covers and helped Kurt to shuffle under before getting in himself.

"Mmm, thank you," Kurt mumbled sleepily as he wrapped himself around Blaine, not even bothering with the fact that he was still naked.

"No problem gorgeous," Blaine replied, kissing Kurt on the head as he wrapped his own arms around the man and pulled him closer.

"Night," Kurt said.

"Night, sleep well," Blaine replied before they both drifted off into the best sleep either of them had had in a while.