"Chelsea, wait!" Kurt shouted as he curled himself into a tiny ball behind the tipped over chair. For the better part of an hour his friends had been chucking their cosmetics and hair supplies at him. Maybe I should have just told them about the tweet. A tube of lipstick whizzed over his head, slamming into the wall just before his face. Yep, definitely should have shared that bit of information.

"She will not wait!" Emily responded promptly. She was far less violent than her band mates but no more practical. She was practically foaming at the mouth. "There is a window, Kurt. It is a tiny window of opportunity that a person has to respond to a celebrity after they've received a mention. It is the only opportunity there is to have them actually 'see' your tweet. You let that window close and now I'll never get to ask Dani if the rumors about she and Santana being on the rocks are true."

"Fuck Dani!" Kate holler as she rummaged through her bag for something to toss. It was one of the few times she wished she was still in college. A text book to the face would show him a thing or two. Knowledge is the best fucking weapon. "Blaine Anderson mentioned us on Twitter and you knew about it but didn't wake us. I know you knew because you checked that email and the one from the club about the show selling out."

Kurt scoffed, a brave move on his part. "I did not."

"Yes you did, stupid! They emailed me back and your email from right after that is attached." Kate aborted her search for weapons of Kurt's mass destruction and pulled out her phone. She read Kurt's reply to the club word for word. "This is great! We're so excited. I guess we have Blaine Anderson to thank for this one." She quoted.

Kurt shrank further into himself with every word he spoke. He'd inadvertently signed his own death certificate because the girls were going to kill him. "I'm sorry! It was late!" He reasoned.

"It's never too late for Blaine Anderson!" The trio shouted in unison, much to Kurt's dismay. He could only imagine how the things they would say in unison when they actually met him.

'Are you a good bitch or a bad bitch?'

'You've got a purdy mouth.'

Each was something Kurt heard one, another, or all of the girls say at one point or another while referring to an imaginary meeting with Blaine. The guitarist could only imagine how Blaine would react. He won't know what to say.

"Figuratively speaking that is." Chelsea added. "It is most certainly too late now to try to thank him for mentioning us. It would be uncivilized. We would look like we forgot or like we thought too long over it."

Kate and Emily nodded in agreement. To them, their tiny window of opportunity was passing like a ship in the night, never to be seen or heard from again.

Kurt sighed heavily at the girls. Their melodramatic antics were enough to bring him out of hiding. "You guys are kidding me right? We'll just send him a thank you and call it a day. You're acting like my refusal to wake you is the end of the band. It was just a tweet."

"Just a tweet that sold out our show!" Kate chimed, her neck rolling effortlessly as she spoke. "Feel how you want Kurt but Blaine did us a huge favor and we didn't even thank him. That, my friend, is your fault." Emily crossed the room and jabbed her pointer finger into Kurt's chest. "Now we look rude and ungrateful. Not to mention I didn't even get a chance to tweet Dani!"

Kurt's jaw dropped, he could not believe what he was hearing. It was the morning of one of their biggest dates on tour and the girls were screeching like birds over a tweet that they received the night before. Part of Kurt, a more vindictive part, wanted to tell them that they wouldn't have received the tweet ever had he not spent a few years of his life being screwed senseless by the man that they all practically worshipped. Another part, the part of Kurt that usually took residence in his mind, chose a kinder course of action. Rather than shouting at his friends, Kurt pushed past them and made his way to his phone, which sat untouched on the night stand next to his side of the bed. "I'm sorry you feel like you look rude and ungrateful." Kurt quipped as he unlocked the device. He tapped at the device for a moment before sliding the device into his pocket. "But you have nothing to worry about now. I've fixed the problem. You're welcome."

Before the girls could respond to Kurt's sarcastic tone, the lead pushed his way back through them and headed to the van. He needed to grab the box of glasses for the club. With the show sold out, he was certain he wanted everything in place well before the show started.

Back in the room, the girls stood around flabbergasted. Kurt was no stranger to storming out but this one felt off, different than the rest. Their friend was not particularly angry, though he did not seem pleased.

"We're all standing around when we should be pulling out our phones and seeing what the hell he just put on Twitter." Chelsea reasoned. The girls quickly snapped into action, grabbing whatever device was closest.

In a frightening fit of unison, the girls logged into their individual accounts in a synchronization that military personnel could not replicate. Together, the girls scanned their timelines for anything from their band's account. Emily caught sight of it first and read it aloud. "'Just woke up from a flail induced seizure. Thank you BlaineAnderson and DAlvarez for the shout out.' and then he left his initial to let everyone know it was him."

Emily looked up to see impressed looks on the faces of her band mates. "He cleaned that up nicely." Kate commented.

"Damn sure did." Chelsea added. "It almost makes me hate him. How does he always do that? He didn't even see it as a problem and he still fixed it."

"It's because he's an asshole like that!" Emily concluded. "Only assholes can decide something isn't a problem yet come up with a solution."

"Well, that asshole saved us a shit load of embarrassment so let's pay him back with a Dollar Menu dinner and then by getting super fly for the show tonight." At Chelsea's suggestion the girls grabbed their wallets and exited the hotel room. They would have food waiting when Kurt returned.

Early that evening, nestled in his hotel room that overlooked the Orlando interstate, Blaine hummed to himself as he fixed his tie. He may have been overdressed but that was relative to whomever was making the observation. Blaine personally thought he looked amazing. Dressed from head to toe in turquoise - his ankle pants, dress shirt, and loafers were all the exact same shade of the color- Blaine was adding the final touches to his outfit with a gold tie that would offset his outfit perfectly. Well, as perfectly as a boy dressing up in his version of Princess Jasmine can get. Blaine told himself as he effortlessly worked the tie into place.

Once his task was complete, Blaine stared at himself for a pregnant moment in the mirror. He thought he looked nice and he hoped Kurt would appreciate effort he took into conforming with the band's theme for the night. I just hope everyone else puts this much effort into their outfits. Blaine vaguely recalled the band putting out a message on Twitter that they would be dressed as everyone's favorite, hipster Disney princesses for the show. Blaine only hoped that others would go along so that he did not stick out too much. The last thing he wanted to do was become the center of attention at Kurt's show. It would be a cluster of epic proportions that would likely ruin the night. And then I'd never get to actually hear him sing, something I still have never had the opportunity to enjoy. Blaine made a mental note to tell Dani they needed to sit in the back. It would be the little things that would keep them anonymous during the show.

Blaine gave himself one last approving look before turning away from the mirror and venturing into the mess he created to gather the things he would need for the show. His wallet, the keys to the rental car, and his cell phone were musts for the evening. Just as Blaine located his phone atop a pile of shirts a knock sounded at his door. The musician halted the search for his other effects in favor of answering. He was surprised to see Cooper standing on the other side of the door. "Hey Coop. Whatcha doin'?" Blaine asked a bit nervously.

Cooper seemed oblivious, at least Blaine hoped he was oblivious, to his brother's fit of nerves. "Oh nothing." Cooper responded nonchalantly as he stepped past his little brother and into the room. "I just came to see what my baby brother is wearing to his ex-boyfriend's show tonight."

Instantly, Blaine's jaw dropped. How does he know where I…? "I saw your little tweet this morning. Funny thing, Santana saw it too and did some digging. How convenient that you're ex is getting all of this publicity from you for his little band." Cooper's voice was almost playful. It almost sounded like he was teasing when Blaine knew all too well that his brother was painfully serious in that moment.

"I can explain!" Blaine began immediately. He needed to before Cooper shut down the entire evening with the snap of a finger and a call to the credit card company. Last time he told them my card was stolen and I couldn't use it for a week!

"Explain then." Cooper replied. He then took a gracious seat at the foot of Blaine's bed and prepared himself for his brother's explanation. More than anything Cooper wanted his brother to be happy. In Cooper's mind, happiness was not Kurt Hummel. Kurt Hummel broke his little brother years ago and that was putting it lightly. Though Blaine had been the one to make the mistake, Cooper watched the suffering his little brother endured in the wake of his young decision. Cooper did not want to see that suffering again. Thank goodness he and Eli just aren't in that mind frame. Blaine is taking this divorce in stride.

"Umm...okay. Well...I ran into Kurt in New York. We talked and exchanged numbers. I contacted him a few times and we talked about his band. Coincidentally, I know you don't believe in coincidences but go with me here, Dani ended up at one of their shows in D. C. and she loved them. Kurt and I are just friends and I really just want a chance to see what he's doing with himself." Blaine explained in a single breath.

Cooper nodded slowly, taking in all of the information. "You know his tour goes everywhere your tour goes don't you. I checked their social media, they make every stop you make. Don't you find that odd?"

Blaine shrugged. "The girls in his band are supposedly really big fans so I don't find it too odd. When they suggested it, Kurt, I guess, saw it as a good time to tour. I don't know all the ins and outs of that but I'm sure it's not as odd as we could make it out to be." Blaine explained. He hoped that his brother would accept the truth, rather than putting the paranoid spin on things in a way only he and Santana knew how.

"I'm sure." Was Cooper's only reply. "Speaking of odd, don't you think it's odd that you're ex wants to hang out with you at this pivotal time in your life? Not only is your star rising but you're in the middle of an emotional tailspin with Eli right now." Cooper stopped when he noticed the skeptical look on his brother's face. "Okay. Maybe not an emotional tailspin but things are complicated. He's just okay with all that?"

"Kurt and I are just building a friendship. He's got stuff in his life and has made it more than clear that he has not interests in anything romantic with anyone. He also commends me for going on tour while my divorce is being finalized." Blaine lied. Truth be told, he had no idea how Kurt would react should he find out about Eli. "He just wants to be my friend and friendship has nothing to do with my split from my husband."

Blaine almost felt bad as the lies flowed effortlessly from his lips. He almost felt like he was betraying his brother - the brother that only wanted the best for him - as he spoke. He couldn't, however. While Cooper cared, Blaine was an adult. He was an adult that made his own adult decisions and would continue to do so. Now if only I could figure out a way to tell Kurt about some of these adult decisions without ruining the last remnants of our friendship. Then things would be fantastic.

Cooper stared at a spot on the floor for a long moment before turning his attention back to his brother. "In your gut do you really feel this is a good idea? Is everything going to play out nicely if you go to this show tonight and continue hanging out with him? I just….I don't want to see you hurt again. You love so much and I would hate to watch you fall apart when you're so close to all your dreams coming true."

"I think that anything that happens from here and into the future is meant to happen for a reason. I feel like I was meant to see Kurt in New York and we were meant to be at least friends. I feel like things will work out. My gut tells me not to give up on it just yet."

"Well okay then." Cooper stated as she sprung to his feet. "It's weird for me to say but I trust you. And, though I've been skeptical of Kurt from the start, I'll trust your gut."

"Why? Why have you always been so skeptical of Kurt? Santana was always the same way. He never did anything wrong but you guys were always so 'iffy' with him. I never understood that."

Cooper stepped close to his brother and put his hand on his shoulder. "Because." He answered simply. He allowed Blaine's face to contort for a moment before elaborating. "Santana and I always shared a weird inkling that Kurt was somebody that would play a major role in your life. Hell, until you guys broke up, Santana was sure you guys were getting married and that scared her because young love doesn't last. And have you seen him? He always looked like this little angel kid. He was all doe eyed and nice to everyone. That usually screams psychotic serial killer to me."

Blaine let out what could only be described as the exact median between a cough and a chuckle. "You slay me." He eventually responded.

"No! Kurt was going to slay you, I was sure of it. He was too nice to be just a normal kid. I mean, have you ever looked into the story of Ted Bundy. Totally nice guy until he started killing. Dennis Rader was the dude next door for a lot of people. The list goes on and on. As far as I knew, he could have been the Zodiac killer. They never caught him, ya' know." Cooper stated as he made his way to the door.

"You watch too much television." Blaine chuckled as he shook his head from side to side. I just don't know about him sometimes.

"And you don't read enough." Cooper stated as she placed his hand on the door knob. "And you're not cautious enough. I may be trusting your gut, but heed my advice; keep things with you and Kurt strictly friendly for a while. He may not be BTK but a broken heart can be as bad as a tortured limb on the right day." Before Blaine could respond, Cooper exited the room, leaving the musician to his thoughts and the four walls hid Blaine from the rest of the world.

Much to Blaine's surprise and excitement, the tiny bar in downtown Orlando was slam packed in anticipation of Kurt's show. He and Dani chose to sit in a far back corner, near where the merch booth should have been. Their table was small and encased in almost complete darkness. The only lights were those shining directly at the stage. The stage, like the bar and the table was also small. It was intimate in a way that Blaine almost missed. He loved his shows but, sometimes, he yearned for the nights in the barely open dive bars with ten people sitting in the audience humming along to whichever cover he'd selected.

"Hey." Dani tapped Blaine's forearm, pulling his attention away from the past. "I'm running to the bar to grab something to drink. What do you want?" She asked.

"Corona." Blaine replied absently. He was taking in the audience and their collective appearance. Each wore the glasses provided with their wristbands at the door. While some seemed to have gotten the memo -Blaine noted six variations of Ariel as he scanned the crowd- others had their own ideas of dressing up for the evening. Two Ninja Turtles sat tucked in a far corner of the room while a less fantastic female version of Blaine's Jasmine scooted past the table to the bar. Blaine also noticed a clown, as well as a generic flying monkey that Kurt would both loathe and appreciate. He's a stickler for authenticity.

Dani returned a moment later, dressed as her version of hipster Pocahontas, and sat Blaine's beer down in front of him. "Thanks for coming with me B. I really enjoyed them the last time they played."

Blaine nodded. "No problem, Dani. I was….really excited to show another group of musicians some support."

"Is that why you asked Matt to meet us here? You haven't even heard them yet and you're already pulling strings."

Blaine waved his friend off with one hand while he lifted his bottle to his mouth with the other. He took a long swig before setting the bottle back down. "I didn't do this for them. I'm not that guy." He insisted. "I just wanted to see Matt before tomorrow. No business, just a good time. Remember I've known him for a while and we've always been friends first."

"True." Dani chimed as she took her seat. It was no secret that Blaine and Matt Rutherford went back ages. They met while Blaine was spring breaking in Miami one year and their friendship flourished from there. Blaine's star rose and Matt, a Florida native, found work in the area and began building a fan base. Now, with Blaine rocketing into the stratosphere, Matt was there to get an in depth interview and Blaine was more than happy to oblige. "I forgot you've been friends for a while."

"Yep." Blaine mused absently. His attention was elsewhere. Front and center stood a tiny girl wearing a blue dress. She was holding a hamburger patty and yelling at someone off stage.

"That's Kate. She's their drummer." Dani whispered as the girl shoved half of her hamburger patty into her mouth. Holy crap. That was impressive. Blaine thought as the girl stepped over to her drum set. Blaine checked his phone quickly. There was still about fifteen minutes until the show started. "Oooh...she's doing a quick sound check. That's awesome. She can bang some drums!" Blaine nodded and watched as the girl worked with whomever was playing around behind the scenes to perfect the acoustics of her drums and the vibes around her.

Next, a girl in purple tights, a pink off the shoulder sweater, geeky glasses, and military grade ass kicking boots took the stage. Her hair was pulled to the side in a messy braid and she wore flowers in her hair. "Punzy?" Blaine pondered out loud.

"Maybe." Dani mused. "But then who is Kate dressed as?" The two took in her attire. Her white tights, knee length denim dress, and Doc Martins perplexed the duo. It was not until Blaine took her as a whole into account that he figured it out.

"She's Alice." He half shouted in excitement. "God! That took forever."

"So she is." Dani replied calmly. "What about the girl with the bass? I can't remember her name but she looks adorbs. What's she dressed at Oh Great Disney Princess Guesser?"

Blaine turned to the girl that he hadn't seen take the stage. Like the others she wore a pair of nerdy glasses that matched those handed out to the sold out crowd. She also wore boots much like the Kate girl's. Her gold pants and t shirt were what gave her away, however. "She's Belle." Blaine exclaimed triumphantly. "Read her shirt." He advised his friend as he basked in the glow of his successful guess.

"Sorry I'm….late." Dani read. "I don't get- ohhhh….that's clever. I like that girl already. Almost as much as I like their boy. Kurt I think his name is. He plays really well and...oh look there he is." Dani all but squealed. Blaine looked up to see Kurt taking the stage. Like the girls before him, the musician worked with whomever he knew behind the scenes to get the sound of his guitar just right. "He's such a little cutie."

And he was. His yellow skinnies fit perfectly into the knee high black boots he wore. The denim shirt that he wore fit nicely beneath the dark blue blazer he wore -similar to the one pictured in their D. C. show, and the entire outfit was offset by a pair of glasses that matched those of his fellow band members and a blood red tie. "Snow White." Blaine stated simply.

"Ahhhhhhhh…" Dani said as the duo watched the band sound check.

"That's Matt Rutherford. His show is on in the mornings on satellite radio and he is super well-known." Chelsea whispered into Kurt's ear as they stood at the starting line for the race that would be their greatest show of the tour to date. The guitarist's heart raced as he looked out into the crowd. It was not because of the fact that Matt was there, Kurt knew who he was, but because of who he was with. Had Chelsea taken a look that lasted seconds longer she would have seen that Matt took a seat right next to Blaine and the Dani girl that caused such a commotion. Chelsea did not, however, and for that Kurt was eternally grateful.

Kurt's gratitude was short lived, however. The time had come to start the show. Kurt turned his attention to the crowd slowly, taking in just how full the room was. The Social was much smaller than the venues the band played on their way down the East Coast but the room was equally packed in comparison. "Happy Halloween, Orlando!" Kurt bellowed into the microphone enthusiastically. The crowd cheered in response with equal fervor. "I'm Kurt and these my Dirty Diamonds. We're excited to be in the Sunshine State and we're even more excited to spend our favorite holiday with you all." The guitarist paused for a moment as a majority of the crowd cheered loudly. He was now certain of who already had tickets, who had intentions of coming before Blaine's tweet, and who only came to search for his ex-boyfriend.

Kurt brushed off the low stinging knowledge that some people were only there because of Blaine. They, despite their nefarious intentions, were still part of the reason the show sold out and Kurt would do his damndest to force them into enjoying themselves. Blaine may have been there reason they were in attendance but Kurt wanted to be the reason they stayed. "So...without further ado…"

Without hesitation, Kurt's hands picked up where his sentence left off.

"Do you have the time

To listen to me whine

About nothing and everything

All at once

I am one of those

Melodramatic fools

Neurotic to the bone

No doubt about it"

Those who knew the song joined in instantly, jamming to the sound of Kurt and his girls playing to their hearts' content. Kurt smiled to himself as the girls joined in. It was a small victory only seconds into the show.

"Sometimes I give myself the creeps

Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me

It all keeps adding up

I think I'm cracking up

Am I just paranoid?

Am I just stoned?

I went to a shrink

To analyze my dreams

She says it's lack of sex

That's bringing me down

I went to a whore

He said my life's a bore

So quit my whining cause

It's bringing her down"

From his far table, just behind where the merch booth should have been, Blaine nodded along with the song. It was fun and upbeat but not quite what he was expecting. Kurt sounded great, phenomenal in fact, but the song wasn't right for Blaine's image of Kurt's stage persona. Not that it's wrong. It's just not…..I bet he has a fantastic voice. I want to hear it and all I can think of is Billie Joe Armstrong. He's got a nice ass though.

"Sometimes I give myself the creeps

Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me

It all keeps adding up

I think I'm cracking up

Am I just paranoid?

Am I just stoned?"

Dani and Blaine sang loudly along with the song. They, like a majority of the others in the bar -each dressed to the nines in their best Halloween attire- were being sucked into the atmosphere that Kurt and his band were creating by a song they had at least heard once. It was actually quite genius if Blaine took the time to think about it. Though he wanted to hear some of Kurt's original works, he could not knock the man for starting his show off strong. Ten points for Gryffindor.

For the most part, Kurt's show went well. He found himself momentarily distracted once or twice as he stared Blaine and Matt Rutherford down at their table. They were sitting so close and there was touching. Little touches that seemed too intimate for people that were 'just friends'. Each time Kurt took notice of this, a hand on a shoulder or a bump of the elbow, he would falter slightly. Then, in a fit of wondering why he cared about such interactions, he would recollect himself and finish the song strong.

Midway through the set a few fans -real fans as opposed to the ones that were standing around disappointed that Blaine hadn't shown up to a show that was not his- brought a line of shots to the stage and told the band to drink them. The girls, particularly Chelsea and Kate, wasted no time leaving their instruments in favor of alcohol. They would sell their first, second, and third borns, as well as the imaginary children of Kurt and possibly Kurt himself for anything that made their throats burn.

"Bottoms up." Kurt said as he raised his glass into the air. Blaine, who was barely recognizable in the darkness raised his as well and two shared a private moment in full view of a bar full of people. It was a little secret that the two shared, one of many.

Once his glass was empty, Kurt sat it back down and continued with the show. The second half was far more engaging than and just as fun as the first half.

"Alright, last song guys." The entire crowd, including the original skeptics, cheered loudly as Kurt rasped into the microphone. Performing was exhausting but they were finally reaching their finale. "This is a little song I wrote about a year ago before the band went on hiatus. We've never actually performed it live and I'm excited that Orlando could be the first to hear it. Are you guys ready?" Kurt shouted, much to the crowd's excitement. They cheered loudly but not loudly enough. "I said," Kurt began again, "ARE YOU GUYS READY?"

When he received the response he wanted, Kurt cued the girls to begin playing. The audience watched excitedly as the band fell into a rhythm.

"Feels like I'm having a meltdown

It feels like I'm losing control

They tell me I'm a danger to myself

Now the crazy train is ready to roll, oh!"

The audience fell into rhythm as well. They began to dance and clap loudly as Kurt sang to them. Kurt barely noticed them, however. His eyes were fixated on Blaine who was staring at him with an intensity that Kurt had only seen a few times before; the last time being when they rolled around drunkenly in the man's bed. There was something about that look that was positively hypnotic. Kurt wasn't able to look away.

"Walk that walk

Like you don't give a fuck

You got a right to turn it up and get down

Electric shock, no I can't get enough

'Cause tonight we're taking over the town, hey"

Kurt sang directly to Blaine who drank the music up like water on a sweltering summer day. He seemed just as mesmerized with Kurt as Kurt was with him. It felt like the last of a long line of victories that night.

"I wanna lose my mind, like a maniac

And cross the line, never looking back

We're on the loose, getting crazy

And we've gone cuckoo

Gonna party 'til they take us away"

The band continued the song, singing loudly and unabashed with the crowd. Once they caught wind of the lyrics, they made sure to sing along. Kurt found it exhilarating and rewarding.

Blaine watched as Kurt belted out the last few lines of his song. The same song that had his heart racing and his hands shaking. This, this was the performance that Blaine had waited all evening for. Kurt's voice sounded fantastic and he was….so damn sexy! The look he gave the crowd as he performed -Blaine in particular- was borderline erotic. It was like he was reeling them in for the kill and most, especially Blaine, were willing to be sacrificed to the great sex god that was Kurt Hummel in that moment.

The second Kurt drew the song to a close he began to thank the crowd. In turn, the crowd thanked him with shouts, hollers, and a giant round of applause that Blaine liked to think that he started. As the applause died down, Blaine pulled out his phone.

Can you meet me? - Blaine

His text to Kurt read. He then excused himself because he was absolutely certain that Kurt would agree once he was with his phone once again. "I'm going to head to the restroom." Kurt stated to Dani and Matt.

"Cool. Hey, Matt and I want to go congratulate the band." Dani began hesitantly. She was not sure if greeting the band would be a good idea but it felt necessary.

"Yeah. They're great and I'd like to have a few words with them, maybe grease some wheels for a future interview." Matt added. Blaine nodded approvingly. That sounded like a great idea. "And, I wasn't sure if you wanted to tell them they did a good job but, if you do, I wouldn't do it out here. There are vultures around."

Blaine looked around the room at the audience. Those who were not wearing his merch or noticeable Halloween costumes were dressed as watered down versions of him. Okay, that's just creepy.

"I'd love to. Just let me….I have to handle something really quickly." Blaine stated as he made his way to the restroom.

Kurt read the text twice before responding. He then advised Blaine to him at 'the only friggin church van in the parking lot'. His response was met with a few questioning emojis from Blaine and a final text of agreement.

"I have to…..call my dad." Kurt lied. He instantly regretted it because, when he called his father later the girls would question why he did so twice. Because I felt like it. Kurt snarked at their hypothetical questions. It would later be the exact answer he gave. The girls nodded absently as they began tearing down their instruments.

Seconds, literally seconds after Kurt stepped away, an all too familiar voice graced the ears of the girls. "Hi, can I talk to you guys?" The voice asked, causing Emily to freeze like puddle of water on a painfully cold December day in any pick of northern states.

Chelsea and Kate turned to the voice, each trying to hide their excitement.

"Of course."

"Always."

The girls answered at the same time. Emily remained frozen as Dani made her way onto the stage. The two remaining band members back up to give her space. The club was clearing out, so no one noticed the semi famous instrumentalist taking the stage. They were too busy trying to get back to their festive Halloween evenings.

"I just wanted to tell you guys that I'm such a huge fan now. I stumbled into your D. C. show and I've been hooked since. I really hope you guys do big things. I'm taking merch and albums and….stuff!" Dani exclaimed. Chelsea and Kate shot each other quick looks before turning their full attention back to Dani. They didn't want to seem over excited but they were over excited. First their show sold out and now Dani Alvarez was fangirling over their band. We did that! Chelsea thought to herself.

This is too fucking awesome! Ran through Kate's mind a few times. "We do our best." Was what she actually replied with. "And we think you're pretty great too. Both of you." She added when she remembered that Matt, someone who could be a key player in the future, was there as well.

"How long are you guys in town for?" Matt asked, half hoping it was longer than the night. He wanted to pick these guys apart. It was seldom that he was the first person to capitalize on new talent. He'd stumbled upon Blaine and that was a lucky happening. This could be gold if the band later broke out.

"Through tomorrow." Chelsea responded. "We're going to the Blaine Anderson show before we head to the next city."

"Well do you think I could email you guys to set something up, maybe a phone interview? I've seen a lot of talent and I'm definitely loving what I saw. And I can speak for Blaine when I say he loved what he saw as well."

Emily let out a giant gasp as Chelsea and Kate froze in their spots. "Blaine saw us?" The bassist half shouted, her hands beginning to shake with excitement. "How? When?" She needed all of the details and, for once, she was able to speak while the others were not.

"Tonight." Dani replied as if it was the most natural thing she'd ever done. "He was my pseudo date since my boo was stuck in New York. He was really into it. I can introduce you if you'd like. He's around here somewhere."

"Uh duh!" Kate replied without a second thought. In that moment she knew no shame. This is Blaine Anderson after all.

"Cool. Let me text him and figure out where we can meet. Hey, where's the guy you were with?" Dani asked as she tapped away at her phone's screen.

"I"m on it." Chelsea replied as she fired off a text to Kurt.

Where are you? - Dani

Get your goddamnfuckingfuckheaded ass back here now! CODE RED 911 - Chelsea

Kurt felt his phone buzz in his pocket but he could not be bothered to fish it out. He also did not have a free hand to fish it out. His back was pressed against a shadowed side of the van, facing away from the bar, and his hands were fisting feverishly through Blaine's semi gelled locks as the man slid his mouth up and down Kurt's throbbing shaft. "Fuck Blaine." The guitarist rasped as his ex swirled his tongue around the head before sinking down once again.

Blaine had always been a pro at sucking Kurt off. Even when Kurt had nothing to compare his boyfriend's head skills to, he knew that Blaine was the best. Now, years later, after many encounters of the same sort, Kurt was obliged to allow Blaine to keep his title. It is only fitting.

Once again, Blaine pulled back and lapped hungrily at the leaking slit that sit front and center on the tip of Kurt's inflamed cock. Kurt wondered briefly how they'd gone from having a friendly conversation where Blaine fawned over his show and Kurt accepted his praise to Blaine falling to his knees, working Kurt's dick out, and sucking it as if he was paid to do so.

"You were….whoa! I just….why didn't you ever let me see any of that in high school? That was amazing!"

"I wasn't the same person in high school, Blaine. I was shy and I turned beet red when I used words like fuck….and me."

The two shared a quick chuckle before Blaine took a step forward. Their laughter quieted instantly. "I mean it, Kurt. You were...fantastic. A force to be reckoned with."

Kurt caught sight of Blaine's eyes dancing between his own orbs and his lips. "Thank you." He made sure to pronounce each syllable. He was teasing and he knew it. Blaine did as well, apparently because, without warning, the musician crashed their lips together and Kurt did not object. He also did not object when Blaine backed him into the side of his band's van, and he certainly did not object when Blaine fell to his knees.

"God! I'm so close." Kurt huffed, his phone vibrating in his pocket once again. Blaine took his hint and sped up his motions. He bobbed his head back and forth quickly, hollowing his cheeks often to help Kurt along. It worked. Moments later Kurt found himself huffing loudly as he pulsed inside Blaine's mouth. He then fell bonelessly against the van completely sated.

The world around Kurt was silent save for the sound of Blaine grunting as he finished himself off. Kurt could tell when his task was complete because Blaine's head fell lifelessly against his bare thigh. They sat in relative silence for a moment, each enjoying the feel of the other's aura. It was the closeness that made the moment feel right.

Blaine eventually broke the silence. "That's the second time." He stated simply.

"I know." Kurt replied.

A pregnant silence settled between them. It was just long enough for Kurt to tuck himself back in and to fix his attire. Blaine did the same, not wanting to be caught with his dick out...literally.

"So...where does that leave us?" Blaine asked hesitantly. Last time was so bad. I don't want to mess this up.

Kurt looked down at his boots before turning his attention to Blaine. "I don't know. Nowhere I guess." He watched as Blaine's face instantly fell. "Not...I didn't mean for it to sound like that. What I meant was that….I don't know...do we need to go anywhere? Before I thought I was upset because I thought things had to go somewhere. There is always a beginning and an end but….I don't know...does there have to be? Can't there just be a here and a now? Can't there just be a journey?" He questioned.

"Like a 'don't worry about where you end up' kind of deal?" Blaine asked. He was a bit confused.

"Yeah!" Kurt exclaimed. "I don't know how I feel about you and you're so busy that you can't give me half of what I need in any other way than this right now. So...why don't we just live in the here and now? If you want to fuck while we're all in Texas or while we're in Vegas then I'm game. It gets me out of this stupid rut I'm in and we both win...literally." Kurt ignored the tiny voice that told him that this would stand in the way of the love he hoped to find on tour. He knew that, logically, but he didn't care in that moment. Blaine gives bomb head. Everybody likes bomb head.

"Like bros helping bros...on tour." Blaine put together.

"Yes! No strings, no obligations and we can still get to know each other again. It'll be great." Or it will blow up in my face and I'll end up sleeping with every guy that comes into my line of vision. Ya know...whichever.

Blaine shrugged. Free sex with no strings. After his debacle with Eli if felt like a winning situation. And I get to keep Kurt around. That's not too shabby. "Sure. Why the hell not?"

"Great!" Kurt exclaimed as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Now, let's get back inside -separately. Apparently your people have met my people and my people are having a meltdown."

Together but not together, the two made their way back into the bar to meet their friends.

Songs: Basket Case – Green Day

Cuckoo – Adam Lambert