XIII

Booze, Bruises and Bromance.

It seemed parties in this apartment were a regular thing amongst the Young Club because everyone seemed to float to different parts of the apartment like it was the norm. Santana, Quinn, Brittany, Dani, Nick and Jeff circulated in the kitchen, where coincidentally, all the booze was stored. Jeff had walked straight into the apartment, grabbed a giant beanbag from the living area and smacked it in the corner of the kitchen where he and Nick got themselves comfortable. Jake, Ryder, Artie, Noah, Finn and Rachel somehow managed the squeeze themselves on two couches in the living area to listen to the techno music and play video games. Rachel apparently never entertained such seating arrangements but today she was feeling especially clingy to Finn, not that the ex bartender seemed to mind. Marley, Jesse, Mercedes and Unique took armfuls of alcohol with them into the bathroom, deeming it the best place to talk and groom at the same time. Since this was their first time, Kurt was adopted by the bathroom group and Blaine seemed to float causally from the living area to the kitchen and back.

Sam had turned up about 1:30 in the morning, and after greeting everybody and having a quick chat with Brittany, went to sit with the Video Game Gang. Blaine found himself leaving the kitchen after him and deciding to reside in the living area from now on. The tight seating arrangements caused Sam to squeeze on the end of the couch Ryder, Finn and Rachel were on. Blaine, slightly more chilled out from alcohol, sat on the arm next to him and smiled goofily down at him.

"Wow." Sam laughed as he studied Blaine's cheery face. "Just how much have you had to drink?" he asked as he cracked open a screw top bottle of beer.

"A couple of those." Blaine answered, clinking his matching bottle against Sam's. "And a questionable amount of tequila." Blaine smiled proudly at his blonde companion who looked faintly impressed.

"You can really put it away for a little dude, can't you." Sam teased, nudging his elbow against Blaine's thigh. Blaine's eyes flickered down to the spot Sam's elbow had just been before nodding happily.

"Have you got a girlfriend?" the question was out before Blaine could stop it. But it was a reasonable question to ask while getting to know someone, right? He turned his head towards the kitchen to see if Santana was making one of those faces at him, but instead he saw her way too involved in an animated conversation with Nick.

"Nope." Sam answered, making Blaine turn his head back and look down at Sam from where he was sitting. He smiled. He wasn't sure why he smiled, but the response made him happy. "I mean there might have been something with Kitty but Kurt ended that one way before it started."

"She was a bitch though."

"True." Sam laughed, wrapping his lips over the neck of the bottle and downing its contents. Blaine's eyes were transfixed. "But don't get many offers."

"Because you're a prostitute." Blaine said in a daze. Sam frowned at that and it was enough to jolt Blaine from his lip-induced-stupor "I just mean, people just expect you to be all about sex and no emotions." Like I did, Blaine added silently. "And while they desire your body they don't realize how much more you are."

Sam was quiet for a long time before answering. "Yeah, I guess you're right." He didn't sound particularly pleased with that.

"Don't worry Sammy, I see you." Blaine reassured, placing a hand on Sam's shoulder briefly and squeezing comfortingly. Sam watched Blaine's hand with an odd look on his face. Had Blaine been sober, he would have felt guilty about the physical comfort. Actually, had he been sober, he probably would never of done it in the first place. "If you did find a girlfriend, would you continue working?" Blaine asked curiously, gulping back his beer and nodding when Jake asked him if he wanted another.

"Not if it got serious." Sam shrugged, also nodding at Jake. "I believe in monogamy and loyalty, even if my clients don't. Who am I to judge though, right?"

"How did you get involved in it all, if you don't mind me asking?" Blaine questioned, leaning back slightly to get more comfortable, causing Sam to have to shift around to keep eye contact with him.

"My family had a lot of money troubles when I was a teenager." Sam did that nonchalant shrug again, like it was all normal. "Started stripping." He paused to laugh at Blaine's shocked face. "One thing led to another and I ended up with a fist full of crumpled notes, crying myself to sleep and scrubbing myself in the shower feeling dirty and ugly."

"You're beautiful, Sam." Blaine assured, nudging Sam's arm with his thigh. Sam watched the movement intently. "Don't ever think differently."

"I.." Sam coughed awkwardly and slightly pulled his arm closer to himself and away from Blaine's thigh, making Blaine draw his legs closer together again. "When I turned 19 I left the strip club and met Sebastian. I stayed with him for a while and he offered to promote me and the rest is history." Sam said. "Not everyone is financially comfortable."

"Sorry to hear that."

"Don't be. It's not your fault."

"It's all temporary though, you just got to keep thinking that." Blaine said, nodding his head in agreement with himself. "Just you watch, fast forward a couple of years and I bet I'm at your wedding, watching you gaze lovingly into your partners eyes and I'll be crying. I always cry at weddings."

"What makes you think you'll be invited?" Sam joked.

"Because I'm totally awesome and one day soon you'll realize it." Blaine boasted drunkenly making himself laugh again while Sam just continued watching him.


Noah was pissed off. He was pissed off about this whole situation with Finn leaving. He was mostly pissed off with himself for feeling pissed when he had no right to be. Finn was his boy and now he had to hand him over into Rachel's care, and while he loved the little diva strongly, he wasn't happy about it. But of course, he couldn't express his feelings because they were admittedly selfish and self-indulgent. He knew this day was coming, had known and even prayed for it for years, wishing Finn and Rachel would stand the test of time and finally reunite. It just came at the price of Finn leaving.

He knew Finn would never be out of his life completely just because of a simple relocation to a different part of the same city, but Noah had heard and seen cases like this. Best friends parting and promising to stay in touch, and they would, at first it would be messages and visits on the regular, but soon those visits would spread further apart and the messages would become mundane updates until finally, the best friends would see each other once a year and only communicate via greeting cards at the holidays. The thought of he and Finn ever becoming like that pissed him off.

But what pissed him off the most about this situation was that it unwillingly highlighted an emotion he tried keep buried: He was lonely.

Not in the sense of friendship because Noah had plenty of that from various different sources, but he was lonely of a certain type of companionship. The kind Rachel and Finn had, where they would look into each other's eyes like they held all the worlds secrets and laugh heartedly at memories they shared and experiences they had tackled together. The kind where two people come together and decide to share their lives with each other until only death parted them.

And it had nothing to do with sex. Noah had had plenty of sex with a multitude of people and not felt that connection –that desire to learn more. He penetrated women and men penetrated him but after the afterglow of the orgasm, there were no cuddles, no talks of plans for the next day, no love. And for a long time, Noah had convinced himself that that lifestyle suited him just fine. Sam and Sebastian made it look glamourous. Rachel and Finn made it look empty.

So he had been silently pissed off most of the day. His shift had been extra busy as it had been all month, Sue disallowed his usual cigarette breaks and Kurt… Kurt wouldn't fucking smile.

Not that Noah wanted him to smile, in fact, Noah got a weird pleasure from making Kurt frown and snarl, but when it came time for where Kurt was instructed to smile and hadn't, it irked Noah tremendously. Noah wasn't a fool, he knew he was the reason behind Kurt's frown and so with an impatient roll of his eyes had made it his duty to get Kurt to smile. And he had done by sliding his hand down the back of Kurt's lean thigh and tickling it. Kurt had smiled then and it somehow hit Noah with the same adrenaline he got from arguing with the mouthy waiter.

He knew he was attracted to Kurt physically. He wasn't blind to miss the multicolored eyes, the soft lips or the slightly upturned nose, not to mention the masses of porcelain flesh that covered Kurt when he decided to show it. Noah also knew that his fights with the younger man sparked a fire within him that could only be doused by orgasm. But never had Noah thought that the simple action of a smile, caused by him, would vibrate his body with such pleasure that it was actually pretty embarrassing. His reaction had pissed him off greatly too.

So Noah was pissed off and after numerous bottles of beer, he was feeling slightly tipsy. He also needed the toilet desperately, but he fought through it as much as he could because he knew once he had opened his bladder, he would be in and out of the bathroom for the rest of the night. So he ignored his bodily need and invested as much energy as he could of destroying Ryder at video games.

The general conversation round the group involved Finn's plans career wise, where he informed those who didn't know that he was going back to college to finish his teaching degree. Finn would be a great teacher, he had taught Noah everything about Sylvester's after Finn bagged him the job. Due to Finn's teaching and life experiences, the ex bartender had said he could sleep easy knowing the torch was left in Noah's hands. This only served as a reminder that Noah was now the oldest Young Club member. Noah turned twenty five in four months and Sue seemed to be shitting herself about losing him. Noah was shitty himself too.

"I need a piss." He blurted, distracting himself from where his thoughts were going. Being depressed and drunk on top of being pissed off was not a good combination. He threw his controller at Blaine, who looked at it in horror, and jumped from the couch.

Being so caught up in his brooding, Noah had almost forgotten about the bathroom hang-abouts until he walked in on them, all tight lipped. They had obviously been speaking about him or something that involved him.

"Talking about anything interesting?" he asked as he walked over to the lavatory and proceeded to undo his fly. Discretion amongst the Young Club at parties was loose at best. Everyone was so comfortable with each other that Noah suspected, had they been allowed, several members wouldn't think twice about having sex in front of each other.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" that fucking voice asked, angrily. Noah huffed and turned towards Kurt, who was sitting in the tub with his feet dangling over the edge. He had a bottle of whiskey in his heads with a considerable amount missing. "You can't do that in here."

"This is my house." Noah replied, feeling his shackles rise. He seriously doubted that none of the other party goers had yet to relieve themselves. Mercedes look confirmed his suspicions. "If you got a problem with it, leave."

"Don't tell me what to do, we aren't at work anymore." Kurt snapped and Noah just shrugged and continued undoing his zip. Kurt's scandalized gasp when Noah pulled himself out and went about doing his business would have been comical had it not come from Kurt.

"Don't be such a prude, Hummel." He sighed, finishing off and shaking himself dry.

"I'm not a prude thank you very fucking much. It's called having respect and decorum, something you were obviously born without." Kurt spat as he flailed around in an attempt to scramble out of the bath. Noah tensed his jaw as he went over to wash his hands. "Apologize this instant, you Pig."

"I sincerely apologize." Noah turned to face Kurt who was now standing upright behind him. Just because he could, Noah flicked the water from his hands in Kurt's face, causing the smaller man to gasp. "I apologize that my cock offends you and is a living reminder of your virginity due to the fact that nobody likes you and you are irritating as shit."

"How dare you-"

"Take it outside guys." Jesse demanded, busy preening himself in the mirror. "You're ruining my inner tranquility."

Noah shrugged and grabbed hold of Kurt's vest and pulled him out of the bathroom, the younger man being to shocked to instantly retaliate.

"Get your hands off me, you beast." Kurt snapped, pushing Noah hard in the chest. "I refuse to be assaulted by a thug with an IQ lower than his age."

Noah looked at Kurt's face, contorted with rage and didn't reply. Kurt looked no more angry than he did on his worst days at Sylvester. His eyes were dark, his teeth bared and his chest heaving heavily. The longer Noah stared, the more muddled his brain got. Kurt wasn't moving, obviously waiting for a response.

So respond Noah did.

"Make me." He growled and took a step forward to push Kurt hard into the hallway wall. Kurt smashed his head against the wall behind him but before he could do anything about it, Noah lunged forward, pining Kurt's body against his and harshly pressing his lips against the waiters.

The reaction was immediate.

Kurt's hands flew up to the back of his head as he parted his lips for Noah. The kiss was bruising, bordering on painful and damn right dirty. It was far too wet and involved too much tongue and Noah loved it. As quickly as it had started, Kurt gave him a powerful shove backwards and, while Noah was trying to gather his barrings, slapped him hard across the face.

"You vile creature." Kurt growled out lowly, his pupils bigger than Noah thought possible. "You filthy, dirty.." but before Kurt had finished his sentence, he had lunged forward and wrapped his legs around Noah, who instinctively grabbed him by the ass, and smashed their legs back together. "I hate you." Kurt breathed heavily through he kiss.

"Fuck you." Noah bite back as he turned them around and pinned Kurt back against the wall. Kurt's legs tightened around Noah's waist almost painfully as the younger man moved his lips from Noah's and placed fast, hard and wet kisses against his jaw, using way too much teeth to bite without restraint whenever he wanted to. "'You're stubborn, persistent, determined, bossy and controlling." Noah spat through gritted teeth into Kurt's ear. "You refuse to listen or cooperate and I've had enough."

"What you gonna do about it?" Kurt asked breathlessly and then proceeded to bite down harshly on Noah's neck. Noah was almost positive that it had broken the skin.

"Put you in your place." Noah promised, tightening his grip on Kurt's ass with one hand and bringing the other one up the wrap lightly around Kurt's throat. The moan it received caused Noah to buck his hips forward to make contact with Kurt's equally hard crotch, which dragged another filthy moan from the waiter.

"And where's that?" Kurt asked darkly, pulling away and swallowing against Noah's hand. Noah couldn't help noticing the contrast of color between their skin as he watched his hand and fingers splayed over Kurt's long pale neck.

"Beneath me." Noah growled and then made the short journey -with Kurt still latched filthily to him-, to his bedroom where he slammed the door shut behind him and fell on his king sized bed, with Kurt underneath him. Kurt dropped his legs from his waist and bent them on either side of Noah, letting the chef get comfortable between his legs. And comfortable he was. He realized something was going on in his mind, something strong was happening but the alcohol and arousal was making everything seemed faded and distant, leaving only Kurt pushing his hard crotch up to meet his own.

There was blood on Kurt's clothes, around the collar and before Noah could pause and ask him if he was alright, another drop appeared. Noah pulled back to get a better look, much to Kurt's annoyance if his moan was to go by, and his eyes narrowed in on the finger marks splayed across Kurt's throat. The sight was mesmerizing, almost beautiful. He put his hand over his handprint and applied pressure there causing Kurt to whine and pant like a harlot and thrust faster into Noah's bulge. Noah met every thrust with his own. Then he noticed a tiny stream on blood on his bicep and it dawned on him that Kurt had bitten him until he bled. The thought of it, as sick as it seemed, pushed Noah over the edge as his orgasm ripped through him. His hold of Kurt's throat got stronger and with a chocked gasp, Kurt went limp.

For the briefest of seconds. Noah genuinely thought he had accidentally killed the little man until Kurt let out a content sigh and slowly opened his eyes. Both their heavy breaths filled the rooms silence and their eyes met. Noah still looking down and Kurt looking up, making his eyes look wider than usual, his pupils visibly shrinking back and revealing bright green orbs.

And that's when his brain caught up with him.

Fuck!

This man underneath him was Kurt Hummel. Kurt from the restaurant. Kurt from the Young Club. If Sue found out, he would lose his job, four months before his contact was due to end. She would be so fucking disappointed and angry, losing a bar tender, waiter and head chef all at once. If Kurt felt particularly nasty one day, he could tell her everything. Noah had no doubt that Kurt would sink so low, the waiter didn't even like his job so wouldn't mind risk losing it. If Kurt told, Noah would be destroyed. If Kurt kept quiet, he could keep his job, it could be their private secret and possible lead to repeat-

"You can't tell anyone about this." Noah blurted out, looking as serious as he could still crouching over Kurt.

It was until it harden and became defensive that Noah realized just how open Kurt had been looking at him. But it didn't last, instead he became stone faced, wriggled out from underneath Noah and jumped off the bed. "Trust me." He spat as he frantically tried fixing his hair. "I have no intention of telling a soul."

And then he was gone.

Sam and Sebastian would have applauded him, Rachel and Finn would look at him with pitiful eyes. Noah felt pitiful himself, and empty and still very much lonely.