Author's Note: Sorry this took forever. I finally have everything planned out, it's just hard to motivate myself. I've never been good at finishing things. This chapter has some smut at the end. After this, it is a whole lot of angst as burning questions need to be answered. Your reviews have been really nice, so thank you to everyone who is following the story. Enjoy.
Kurt and Blaine were sitting at their usual table at the coffee shop. It was bitterly cold outside, December making a violent appearance. Blaine was complaining about the traffic. He had been taking a driving course for a couple of weeks and had just taken and passed his driving test. However, there weren't many places to drive, and getting somewhere in a car was almost slower than walking because of the large mass of people driving around.
Blaine had taken to this habit where whenever conversation died down he would start complaining about something. Usually, it was a verbal attack on the city; The state of the air. The smell of smog and pollution and cigarette smoke. The cold concrete and steel buildings that surrounded his view and blocked the horizon. The emptiness of the night sky.
Kurt loved Blaine but his negative view of the city was starting to taint their usually lively conversations. He could tell that Blaine was home sick. He understood that the city was different but it wasn't all bad. He wanted a way to show Blaine. And boom, that's how the idea hit.
"I want to take you out this Friday night," Kurt announced out of nowhere.
Blaine gave him a questioning glance.
"You know, tour the city. Show you the good things. I know it's not home for you yet, but there is more good here than you think. There is fun to be had," Kurt pushed, seeing the skeptical look on Blaine's face. But Blaine took this as a challenge, a final point in the case of his negative opinion of the city.
"Alright, take me out, then, Hummel," Blaine agreed. "Show me your world."
It was just the right time, too. Both boys had been bogged down by school work, stressing over grades. They needed a night to let go. Kurt knew the perfect place. He had never been there, but Mercedes had gone for her birthday party and had a blast. Granted, it was a gay bar, and girls generally go crazy over those. Kurt hadn't attended that party because it was before he had come out, and he didn't want to put himself in a compromising position. But he heard all of the stories and had been waiting to have someone to go with.
This was the perfect opportunity to dress up, dance, and just feel free to be who they were.
"Do you think it would be weird if we went to a gay bar?" Kurt asked, suddenly aware that Blaine was, in fact, still in the closet. And maybe going to a gay bar was not a good fit into their "lying low" strategy. And Blaine might be uncomfortable at a place like that.
"No, I think that sounds great. We're not gonna see anyone from this school there," Blaine pointed out. Kurt had to agree, no one at McKinley who would care that they were gay would be hanging out in a gay bar. Kurt felt a nervous twinge nonetheless. Things could go wrong pretty easily. The city was open and, for the most part, accepting, but there were a lot of bad people in this world.
Nevertheless, Kurt put on a smile, determined to show Blaine just how incredible the city could be.
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That Friday, Kurt met Blaine in front of his house. Kurt was wearing tight black skinny jeans and a tight black button-up with a black vest over it.
"Wow," Blaine breathed as soon as he caught sight of Kurt waiting on his doorstep. This wasn't the first time Blaine thought Kurt looked like a model. Why wasn't Kurt trying to be a model? His bone structure was incredible, his eyes were mesmerizing, his pink lips contrasted his ivory skin in an incredible way.
Kurt blushed under Blaine's stare. "You look great," he said. Blaine was wearing a burgundy polo and the jeans Kurt had picked out, along with the fashionable boots. He had also decided to wear the coat Kurt had pulled for him, a tight-fitting black button-up that made Blaine look like the most dapper son of a bitch Kurt had ever seen. It was the first time Blaine actually looked like he fit in here in the city. Kurt couldn't tell which Blaine he liked better, the dapper man or the country fellow.
"I thought I'd dress like a city boy for the occasion," Blaine commented, lifting his arms and spinning. "Alright, tour guide. Where are we goin' first?"
"First, dinner. There is this amazing, hole-in-the-wall burger place. I swear it's the size of my bathroom, but the burgers are out of this world."
They made their way through dinner, Blaine admitting that it was better than the greasy burger joint he had back at home. They walked around the best parts of the city, but it got dark pretty soon and sight-seeing was difficult, as well as probably dangerous. They decided it was about time to head over to the bar.
Blaine was visibly nervous, and Kurt's pulse was racing as they walked up to the entrance. A big, hairy man at the door gave them a wink as he let them in. Kurt had heard that they didn't check ID's, but he didn't believe it. He breathed a sigh of relief as he entered, but that sigh was immediately pushed back into his lungs as a wall of hot, muggy air slapped him in the face.
There was a bar on the left and a mass of sweaty, half-dressed men on the right. They were all gyrating and grinding under flashing lights. Kurt had seen things like this in movies, but he didn't think that it was real. But lo and behold, there they were, shirtless, muscly, making out, and touching each other. It looked like a giant orgy, and Kurt was a tad overwhelmed. He looked over to Blaine, who looked like he had just walked onto an alien planet. His eyes were wide, mouth gaping open, hands frozen at his sides.
Kurt gave him a gentle shove and gestured over to the bar. Maybe they needed a couple drinks to settle down. Kurt was sure Blaine had never seen anything close to this. It was like his Lady Gaga performance had sex with a gay porn video and gave birth to the scene unfolding before them. If he were Blaine, he would be freaking out. Shit, he was Kurt and he was freaking out.
"You okay?" Kurt pulled in close to yell into Blaine's ear over the techno music blasting through the speakers.
Blaine was, in fact, freaking out. This was no barn party. This was unbelievable. He could hardly process everything, flashing lights were blinding him and loud music was clouding his mind. But when Kurt came close and he smelt the familiar scent, he relaxed a little. He was here with Kurt. Kurt would take care of him.
He nodded. "I'm okay," he assured, and Kurt's worried expression melted a little.
The bartender didn't even question their age. This certainly must be a sketchy establishment, Kurt thought. He poured them two vodka tonics. Which turned to four. Which turned to six.
Blaine thought alcohol would calm him down, and Kurt was secretly hoping the same for himself. He had to be the one in control, Blaine would have no idea how to handle a gay bar. By the time they were each on their third drink, they were comfortable enough to venture to the dance floor.
Blaine didn't know how to dance, but the sure grip of Kurt's hand and lessened inhibitions allowed him to follow Kurt to the middle of the floor. The second they stepped into the mass, Blaine had started sweating. Both of their faces were flushed as Kurt turned to Blaine and gave him an assuring smile before moving his hips. Blaine looked around to see how everyone else was moving and tried to mimic the gyrations. Kurt smiled at his attempts, beaming proudly, and grabbed his hands.
Maybe it was the influence of everyone else, the alcohol, or the spirit of the night, but Blaine was feeling bold. He used Kurt's hands to spin him around, turning Kurt so his ass was pressed against him and Blaine's hands fell to his waist. Blaine let his nose hit the outer shell of Kurt's ear, leaning his forehead a little on the back of Kurt's head and breathed in his scent. Kurt blushed even further, but pressed back into where Blaine was unmistakably hard. Blaine smiled, thinking this was an easier - and more pleasurable – way to dance.
"You're a good dancer," Blaine commented where his mouth was already at Kurt's ear, hot breath sending a shiver down Kurt's spine.
Kurt didn't want to respond, because that would mean turning around and he was quite enjoying the breathy noises Blaine was making when he pushed back into him. Blaine lowered his head down and laid wet kisses down the column of Kurt's neck and Kurt couldn't help but loll his head back and sigh, opening up so Blaine could reach wherever he wanted. There was no one else dancing, all the other men had faded away. Or, at least Kurt felt as if they were alone. He didn't care if people were staring, Blaine's soft lips felt so good. Kurt felt like a different person, sexy, amazing. Blaine was rubbing Kurt's hips, his hands inching closer and closer to Kurt's crotch, which was pounding with excitement.
If Blaine had reached forward and starting touching Kurt right there, he wouldn't have complained. But Blaine's head cleared slightly and he looked at his watch. What had felt like five minutes had really been two hours.
"It's getting late," Blaine slurred, breaking the reverie.
Kurt looked at where Blaine had put his watch up to his face and realized he had planned something afterwards, and if they were going to get back at any sort of reasonable hour, they ought to leave.
"I want to take you one last place," Kurt shouted, and Blaine nodded, taking Kurt's hand to lead him to the front door. The doorman smiled at them once again, letting them out. They both looked absolutely wrecked, hair a mess, sweat lining their red faces, clothes askew. Kurt giggled and pulled Blaine in the direction he was pretty sure they were supposed to go.
"Where are you takin' me now?" Blaine questioned, but Kurt just kept laughing and moved faster, not even feeling the cold biting at his exposed skin, which was burning hot just a minute ago. Kurt reached the building, a tall one with about thirty stories. He went around the back, looking around to see if anyone was watching.
Kurt reached a door on the side of the building and pulled out a small metal clip in his pocket.
"Kurt, are you—are you breaking in?" Blaine asked, watching Kurt fiddle the small piece of metal into the lock with finesse, tongue sticking out of his mouth a little in concentration.
"No, of course not," Kurt laughed, then once he heard a clicking noise, placed a kick right in the center of the door so it shot open. He wiped his hands and exhaled a breath of accomplishment, then pulled Blaine into the dark building. They were in a dingy staircase, when Blaine looked up it seemed to go up forever and ever.
"Are you about to make me go up all those?" Blaine swallowed, staring upwards. The alcohol was wearing off just a little, so he could think a little more clearly but everything was still warm and fuzzy.
"Of course not, baby," Kurt smiled, still droopy-eyed from the intoxication. He led Blaine over to a rusted elevator that Blaine had not seen before. When Kurt pressed the button a loud noise sounded, like a large, screeching monster. The elevator creaked open, and to Blaine's surprise, Kurt shoved him in and pushed a button quickly before slamming Blaine into the opposite wall and kissed him with fervor.
The kiss was deep, messy. All tongue and lips and breath and hands running up each other's bodies. Kurt whined into it. They had both been waiting all night, the sweet release of finally doing it was pleasure in itself. Kurt trapped Blaine's hands against the wall and they sighed into each other. The ride upwards seemed to last an hour, they were lost in the passion, the feel of their tongues against each other, the taste of their breath mixing together. But a swift ding brought them back. The doors opened to let in a blast of cool air. They were on the roof.
Kurt led Blaine out and threw out his arms with flourish. "Welcome to the city, Blaine," Kurt yelled. There was a chilly, whipping wind because they were so high up, but the view was incredible. Blaine had never seen that many lights, all the windows in all the buildings were lit. Everything looked tiny. He walked closer to the edge, wind almost knocking him over. He could see everything, nothing but a million lights of windows like the stars that littered his night sky at home. Tiny little cars and ant-like people rushing around. He had found the stars he had been looking for, things were just upside-down here.
He thought about it and it was true. This place had turned his life upside-down in every way. He was no longer the simple, confused country boy he had been when he arrived. He had met Kurt, he had adapted. He thought this place wasn't as good as home because he wasn't willing to see it. Here, the beauty wasn't in the sky. It was downwards. It was on the streets. It was the tiny people in their little cars. It was the bright lights that stained the sky a pale color. It was Kurt.
Blaine turned to find Kurt emerging from a small space with a blanket in his hands.
"I hid this up here earlier," Kurt said, shaking out the blanket and plopping down on it. He patted the space next to him. "It's warmer down here. No wind."
Blaine sat next to Kurt and didn't say a word, just took Kurt's face in his hands and continued the passionate kiss they had broken in the elevator. Blaine broke away for a second, just to whisper. "Thank you for bringing me here. You're incredible."
He didn't let Kurt respond, he resumed the kiss, pushing Kurt down onto the blanket and climbing on top of him. He had been fostering a need for about three hours now, it was suddenly overwhelming. He rocked against Kurt and they moaned. He could feel the wind breezing lightly on the top of his back, but the warmth that was emanating from between them felt like a fire.
Kurt clumsily undid Blaine's pants, rushing to touch him, stroking him. He maneuvered himself on top, once again pinning Blaine's arms down and telling Blaine to keep them there. He didn't know what had gotten into him, maybe he was domineering when he was drunk. Kurt kissed hotly down his neck, as he moved down his nose drew a line down Blaine's stomach. Blaine's back arched, he moaned at the much needed contact he had been waiting for as Kurt stuck the tip of Blaine into his mouth and swirled his tongue in the way he knew Blaine loved. Blaine tried to push up, because right now he just needed more of everything. He was swearing lightly under his breath. But Kurt pinned Blaine's hips down, fingers surely leaving marks for days to come.
He teased the tip for as long as he could before his mouth was watering and he just had to take Blaine in. Blaine moaned loudly when Kurt finally did, all the way down on the first try. The alcohol apparently made giving head a whole lot easier, Kurt thought. He moaned loudly, causing vibrations he knew would make Blaine go crazy. Blaine yelled out again and tried to lace his fingers into Kurt's hair. But Kurt gave him a death glare and started to take his mouth off of Blaine. Blaine whined and pinned his hands underneath his ass, squirming with effort. Kurt went back down again, humming.
"Shit, Kurt, I'm not gonna last much longer," Blaine choked out, jaw tightening with the effort of trying to keep going just a little longer, but Kurt's tight heat, talented tongue, and dangerous eyes were ending things quickly. He felt the heat coil, his muscles tense. His thighs were shaking. Kurt reached up and used two fingers to stroke the sensitive spot below his balls and Blaine lost it.
"Fuck, Kurt," Blaine yelled, coming right into where Kurt's moans were escaping. Kurt had barely finished swallowing before he was climbing up to kiss Blaine desperately, deeply. He rocked into Blaine, moaning louder than he usually did, the need was growing so urgent he couldn't control his thoughts or his actions or the words spilling out of his mouth into Blaine's.
Blaine only had to slip his hand into the front of Kurt's jeans (a feat, considering they were skin-tight) and stroke Kurt a few times before Kurt was thrusting into his touch, making incredible noises. Blaine broke the kiss to whisper gravelly into Kurt's ear, alcohol releasing every dirty thing he had ever thought but wasn't sure if he should say.
"Fuck, baby, those noises you're making. You fucking love this, don't you? You're such a little slut," Blaine groaned. He couldn't even believe that he was saying these things - words he had only allowed to whisper to himself when he was alone in his bedroom, imagining Kurt - let alone the way Kurt was reacting. He was keening wantonly, almost in a whore-ish manner, each noise punctuated by the frantic thrusts into Blaine's rough touch. It didn't take long with Blaine's heated words and rugged caress before Kurt was coming hard, stuttering, body quivering.
If it hadn't been about thirty degrees, they both would've been content with sleeping right there. But the chill soon got to them, and they knew their parents would worry if they didn't drag themselves home.
They separated with a tiny kiss, in case anyone was around, at Blaine's doorstep.
"Thank you," Blaine placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "You win. The city is beautiful, just like you said. "
"I told you so," Kurt sung, backing away into the night to start the walk home.
"Although it wouldn't be half as beautiful without you here," Blaine called out after him.
Kurt shook his head, still laughing like he was insane, alone, the entire walk home, though the alcohol had worn off by the time he had separated with Blaine. He thought he finally understood the meaning of the phrase "crazy in love." He saw his reflection in a store window, hair messed up, stupid smile plastered to his face. Yep, he was definitely crazy in love.
