No, this story has NOT been abandoned! I promise you that I will keep translating and posting it until the end. Don't worry!

I'm so sorry that it took me so long to post a new chapter again. Because we have a beta issue, again. This time, my dear friend Dorothy edited for me up to the half of the chapter (Thank you so much, Dorothy!), then I had to check the rest by myself. So I apologize in advance for the grammatical errors in the last half. Currently, I don't have a beta. If you think you can help me, please message me! I'm looking for someone who checks the grammatical errors mainly. Thank you!

Anyway, there's chapter 10 of PEACOCK. Hope you enjoy it! xxx

Chapter 10

Us on Weekend – Part 2

***Kurt's POV***

A gay bar, where Blaine used to often come before meeting me, Scandals. On the dance floor, there were people dancing to the beat, in variety of races and different ages. Bar counters and tables surrounded the dance floor to enjoy the drinks, and a big screen was installed on the wall. The second floor, where we sat down had cubicles, providing the guests a little privacy, and it gave us a full view of the first floor.

It looked like only those who had special passes were allowed for this area.

I sat closely together with Blaine on a comfy couch, and we toasted with the served drinks, looking down the floor below us.

I offered driving us back, so that he could drink alcohol, but he declined because apparently he had some bad experiences with it.

Thanks to the semi-private room, we tangled out legs, enjoying the world of just two of us. I put my arm around Blaine, who was leaning against me, and felt papers in his jeans' back pocket. I picked them up with my fingers, finding pieces of paper with names and phone numbers, one after another.

"Again. Names with phone numbers. Alex, Zack, Noah …" I read the name of the papers out loud.

"Wow, since it's been a while to come here, I'm popular," Blaine said with a smirk, making me feel nervous.

- I could've put a piece of paper with my name and phone number too!

"Don't you actually want to go down stairs? See? Even though you came upstairs, some boys are still looking at you. That boy is cute. Oh, a guy behind him is obviously looking at me."

"Don't look," Blaine said as he pulled me back, as I was leaning forward to look downstairs by my arm, and pushed me over on the couch. "Don't look at downstairs."

"Because you pushed me over, all I can see is you and the ceiling."

"Stop twisting things and just look at me," Blaine pressed his lips against mine, putting his tongue in, and we began to suck on each other's.

I wrapped my arms around Blaine's neck, as he opened my legs with his knee, leaning down.

"Hey! Don't start here."

Sebastian's voice from above made me open my eyes. A boy who Sebastian wanted to see tonight was standing next to him, staring at us kissing.

When our eyes were met, he seemed uncomfortable, not knowing how to react.

Blaine wouldn't leave my mouth at first, but he finally did after I tapped his back, and wiped his saliva-covered mouth. "What the hell, Sebastian! You killed the mood," he said, glaring at him.

"You get horny anywhere, Blaine. You haven't changed," Sebastian stated, a bit dumbfounded.

"It's not like that. When it comes to Kurt, I just can't stop."

"Wha- Blaine!?" He couldn't blame me!

"Just get up now. I wanna introduce someone to you guys," Sebastian said, referring to his date.

"Hold on a second…" Blaine went silent for a moment, before he whispered into my ear. "You have a little boner."

Shit! Of course. My body reacted when I kissed him.

Feeling my face were burning up, Blaine had me sit up, his body glued to mine, holding me.

I quickly crossed my legs to avoid an embarrassment.

As I thanked him, he kissed my cheek, and said "Give me something in return later."

I love his natural kindness. I love him!

"You're flirting again … Anyways, this is Justin. Justin, meet my friends, Blaine and Kurt," Sebastian introduced us to his boy.

"Hi, good to see you," Justin extended his hand.

Blaine and I shook hands with him in turns and greeted him. Sebastian and Justin sat down on the couch across from us. Justin had blond hair and I could see he was a bottom from his cute face. And that was what me, who was also a bottom said.

I felt like Justin was looking at us with very curious eyes.

"Kurt, you're so cute, and Blaine, you're sexy," Justin commented.

"What!? Say something nice about me," Sebastian said in disbelief.

"Aww, I already told you a lot of good things about you."

Justin and Sebastian started flirting with each other in front of us, making us embarrassed, and we just kept drinking.

"But Kurt, you're sleek and has a nice atmosphere. If you come to our company, I think you'll be popular," Justin smiled.

"Justin, stop it. He won't do that," Sebastian tried to rescue me.

"What company?" I asked.

"An escort service," Justin answered, as if it was nothing.

Blaine and I chocked on our drinks and it got into our noses.

"S-Sebastian! Your date is an escort!?" Blaine asked between coughs.

"Yeah, Justin's my favorite at this moment. I recommend him to you!" Sebastian told him proudly.

Stop recommending him to Blaine! Idiot Sebastian!

"Let me give you my cards," Justin handed his cards to us. The black-and-white cards clearly said 'Bad Romance' and his stage name was Sunshine.

I didn't even know I would have my own cards like this, but I left the company so quickly after all. When I looked over Blaine, he was also looking at me with an unsure face.

"Well, even if I recruit Kurt, he needs Blaine's permission anyway, right?" Justin said in a knowing tone.

"I don't do it in the first place!" I defended myself.

"If Kurt becomes an escort, I'd call for him right away … Whoa, you look scary, Blaine! I'm only kidding!" Sebastian sat up straight at Blaine's death glare.

"Your skin is so pale, almost transparent. You'd be famous for your beautiful skin, and such a cute face between the customers. It's like snow-white." Justin's sizing-up eyes scared me a little.

Blaine probably noticed that and pulled me back by my shoulders. "Can you stop teasing him? I'll never let him work as an escort."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Kurt. It was just because you were too attractive. I sometimes recruit escorts too. I'm sorry to you too, Blaine," Justin said sincerely.

"It's okay. I just wanted to make it clear that I don't do that," I said to him.

"I feel the fucking worst, though!" Blaine cursed Justin who just first met a short time ago.

"Alright, we're gonna enjoy ourselves now. You guys should do as much as possible too." With that, Sebastian towed Justin, going down the stairs, and disappeared into the back of the dance floor.

"What's there over there?" I asked my boyfriend.

"Bathroom," he answered simply.

"Oh, right," I said, as I remembered what he told me about the back of gay bars.

Blaine sank into the couch loosely. It looked like he liked to sit like that. "You're inevitably involved with escorts."

"Give me a break. I will never do it again."

"Justin said you would be popular. I told you so and now it's proved right. Good for you, Snow."

"Don't call me that."

Blaine smirked, seemed he was enjoying to see me uncomfortable with his teases. I didn't like that!

I stood up and went to the couch where Sebastian and Justin were, sitting across from the table, and sat down before facing him.

"Come back here," Blaine called me.

"Not when you call me Snow."

"That name is cute and it fits you perfectly."

Him saying 'cute' to me weakened me. But I was not an escort anymore.

As I was pouting a little, Blaine looked into my face. "C'mon, come around."

"I'm not in a bad mood."

"Kurt."

"What?"

Blaine put his arm on the back of the couch, and pointed at the space he made for me to fit. I sighed and moved next to him again, resting my head on his shoulder.

What is this!? This is so embarrassing!

However, Blaine didn't seem to even care, but satisfied I sat down where I was supposed to, rubbing my hair while pressing a kiss on my forehead. I felt like my face was on fire, remaining looking down, and then my eyes landed on the thing he was holding between his right fingers on his knee. "The cigarette… It's different." His cigarette was black all the way down.

He inhaled it and exhaled towards me.

I thought it was so rude of him to do that at first and was ready to protest, but wait. It smelled sweet, like chocolate.

Why the hell did the smoke of a cigarette smell sweet!?

"It's called Black Devil, it's a chocolate flavored cigarette," he said as he showed me the package from the pocket of his jacket. It had a drawing of a devil on it and was adorable.

"A smoke with a sweet scent is intriguing." I was sniffing the chocolate scent, chasing the smoke, my lips ending up on Blaine's lips. "Oh, sorry."

"I just thought you were kissing adorably and didn't say anything."

"No, I mean, I was just smelling the scent."

"I know," Blaine chuckled before inhaling the smoke again and let it out, giving off a sweet smell. "The filter tastes too."

"Does it?"

Blaine put the cigarette he was smoking against my lips. "You don't have to inhale, but just lick it. It tastes like chocolate."

I licked it as I was told. I tasted a bit of sweetness of chocolate.

"See?"

"Yeah…"

My heart started skipping a beat.

I loved seeing him smiling with narrowed eyes, or even explaining about the cigarette, my heart was loudly thumping against my chest. We were at a gay bar, yet we had not bothered going down to the dance floor. Instead, we just chatted about everything, sitting closely together like we always did. This was quite funny.

We totally could do this at Blaine's apartment…

Despite the fact we were outside of it, his attitude didn't change. That made me happy, and I looked at him in the most affectionate way I could.

He then suddenly kissed me and blew the sweet smoke into my face. "You have this face when you want me."

"What? Really?"

"Cute," Blaine whispered before started kissing me again.

"S-stop, or I'll get a boner again!" Although I was almost drowning in the kiss, I came to my senses, pushing him away from me. He was just giggling.

He dropped the long ash in the ash tray. I stared at him putting the cigarette in his mouth again.

I loved the way he smoked. It was so sexy.

Also I loved his long fingers, I have a fetish for fingers in the first place. I really loved his not calloused, smooth long fingers. I considered it a very important detail, enough for it to be said twice.

When we first met, I moaned only from being touched by those fingers. It hadn't changed much even now. I loved his fingers moved all over my body; they always moved sensually, and made me come undone in no time.

Before we met, he came here, and numerous boys seduced him. When I thought of the many bodies he touched, I felt like I lost myself in jealousy.

I felt sorry for the boys who looked up at him from the floor below us, but he was mine!

It might've had been a while since he came here last time though, he wouldn't look at anyone but me!

He loved me!

How desperate that was of them to sneak their names and numbers in his pocket!

That was enough!

I moved my eyes from the dance floor back to Blaine, to find he was looking at me amused. "Your face changes quickly and it's funny."

"Because! Look! I mean NO! Don't look! How many boys do you think there are looking at you from over there? Are you that famous here?"

"I guess?"

His nonchalant attitude irritated me a little. However, I couldn't change the fact that he'd used to be a playboy. It was me who chose him, and Blaine chose me, even leaving his previous himself.

I could sense him feeling a bit nostalgic, from the look in his eyes as he was looking down to the floor.

"…You can go downstairs and dance if you want," I offered quietly.

"Do you wanna dance with me when it's a time for slow dances?"

"What?"

"I won't leave you alone. If I go downstairs, you come with me."

Even though so many boys were looking at him earnestly, he gave priority to me as he always did, spoiling me. For him, I was special, and for me, he was special.

Suddenly, I had this idea came up in my mind. I wanted to pretend to be a boy who seduced him. I didn't know how they did, but I wanted to know how he reacted.

I went out to the aisle, pretending to go past our table. And I walked backwards and stepped in our space. "Hey, are you alone?"

Blaine was bewildered at my sudden acting, but soon realized what I was doing. Putting the cigarette on the ash tray, he changed his face. "I've never seen you here before. Come sit down."

I sat down next to him as he beckoned me with his one finger. He wound his arm around my shoulder, putting our foreheads together.

"What's your name?" He asked.

I answered after a momentary silence. "Snow."

Blaine let out a suppressed laugh. I was acting someone that was not me. I had to pretend.

"Right. Snow. And? Are you interested in me?" Blaine continued to act.

"People say that you don't refuse invitations?"

"Not really."

"Then how about me?"

Blaine pushed me back on the couch, putting his tongue in my mouth at an angle.

Oh, no…

"B-Blaine! Stop, stop!" I managed to say.

"Really? No one seduced me and stopped right then."

"It was only a simulation to see your reaction if I seduced you. We won't do it here!"

"Why not…?"

As his voice made me moan voluntarily, I slapped his head.

"Ouch!"

It was your fault that you lowered your voice and whispered sexily like that!

You almost turned me on!

"Well, I could see enough of how you would be when you were seduced," I nodded.

"It was simpler than that with other guys," Blaine corrected me.

"What do you mean?"

"'Are you alone?' 'Yeah.' 'Do you wanna go to the back?' Done."

"Are you kidding me? Just like that? Were you that easy?" I asked incredulously.

"It was difficult to win though."

I was stunned.

"If they didn't win the competition, they tried to get my attention desperately," he pointed to the cards scattered on the table. The reason why he could say such things proudly, was that he acknowledged his own attraction. "I'm not talking about only here. Even in the Lima Bean, if someone seduced me, I prioritized them over my friends. Oh, that reminds me of when it happened, and you were so mad at me after that."

I seriously didn't know what to say.

That was when the time for slow dances started, and the lights dimmed. Blaine took my hand, and we left our table. On the dance floor, people pulled their bodies together, and swayed.

The floor filled with swarms of people, went calm during this time, and the customers who were tired by excited dances, went to take their beaks at the bar.

As soon as we put our feet on the dance floor, Blaine pulled me close by my waist, and started to sway our bodies along with a slow song.

Despite of a lack of my experience, I moved my body with his, wrapping my arms around his neck, pressing our foreheads together. "You seem to be comfortable dancing with slow songs."

"I've never slow-danced here before. I was often at the back during this time."

"WHATEVER!" I acted like a child and instantly regretted my actions.

Suddenly, I felt Blaine's lips on mine.

"This is my first slow dance. Don't do such a face," he smiled.

It put me on the spot, because I'd never had his 'first' before.

Even a kiss and everything, he already experienced before with me. I was complaining in my head. But then I realized I'd completely missed a basic, important thing.

I was Blaine's 'first' love.

I was Blaine's 'first' boyfriend.

He gave me the most significant position, yet I'd totally forgotten about it. I was ashamed of myself for what I was thinking and how pointless that was.

After a while, a boy talked to Blaine from behind him. "Hi, Blaine. It's been a long time since I saw you here last time. How've you been?"

Wow, he was beautiful. I was a bit taken aback.

"I've been okay," Blaine replied, boring.

"I've been watching you since you got here. Did you find him in front of the bar or something? You look like you're deeply into him," the boy gave seductive eyes to Blaine and warning look to me, desperately hitting on my boyfriend.

"Him?" Blaine asked, pointing at me. He pulled me closer, hand on my waist, his head rested on my shoulder. "Isn't he cute? He's my boyfriend, Kurt. Even if I'm here, I'm not interested in anyone else. Don't talk to me anymore. Just get lost."

"Blaine!" The way he talked to the boy made me nervous.

"A Boyfriend? You must be joking. You…" He looked at me, obviously wanting to make a comment.

"Did we fuck? Actually, never mind. I'm not interested."

The beautiful boy froze at Blaine's cold response. Biting his lip, he left us.

"You didn't have to act like that," I told him.

"It's unbearable if they were like they own me after fucking just once. I don't remember him at all."

While I was speechless, someone talked to him again.

"Hey, Blaine. Everyone said you were here and I was surprised. I didn't think I could see you for real." This time, the guy was a different type from the boy before. He was cool and handsome. "You'd been up there, the VIP only floor for a while, and finally you came down stairs but already found someone," he eyed me.

"Shut up. He's not 'someone'. Get the fuck out," Blaine said dryly.

"Excuse me?" The boy frowned.

"Sorry, he's just been in a bad mood for a reason." Blaine was so harsh that I cut in for a help.

"It's not your business," Blaine shoot me a death glare. He was scary.

The new guy fixed his eyes on me with the corner of his mouth lifted. "Whoa, you look cute. Is it your first time to come here?"

The moment he said it, Blaine scowled menacingly at him, his fist raising.

"Blaine!" I stopped him from punching the guy. "I'm sorry, but can you not talk to him anymore? Don't come closer to him. Okay?"

"Are you serious?" The clueless man asked.

"Fuck off," Blaine said, still glaring at him. My head started hurting. The guy was bewildered and just stood there, his mouth opened.

I offered him clearly this time. "Sorry, but we're really dating. So, can you give us some space?"

He still didn't move.

I smiled and said to him again.

"Leave. Us. Fucking. Alone."

The guy finally understood by my deep, threatening voice, turned on his heel and left. My hands on Blaine's shoulder was damp from the sweat.

As I let out a sigh, my boyfriend who kept silent until now started laughing. "Leave us 'fucking' alone? Wow, you sounded like a hard-core."

"It was bad for my poor heart. I'm feeling sorry for the handsome guy, who I don't even know his name, for my words."

Blaine bit my lips playfully. "Don't be! He got what he should've gotten. He was hitting on you, who is mine."

"He was hitting on you, Blaine. Not me."

"He said you were so cute. And he was ogling you. I wanna punch him in the face."

Looking at Blaine irritated with his dog's tooth shown, he looked like a guard dog.

I love you, my Cerberus.

I put my forehead against his again, rubbing his back. "You're too jealous."

"You're mine, aren't you?" He looked straight into my eyes, it was almost a glare.

"Yes, yours. And you're mine only," I pressed my nose into the crook of his neck and held him tight. "I wanna go home."

Blaine chuckled. "You don't wanna have a tour of the back of the bathroom?"

"Can't wait for you to love me."

Because of the music, it wasn't audible but I saw his Adam's apple bobbed.

"I wanna go back to your apartment," I said.

"Yeah… Okay."

"Hurry. I want you to love me in your bed, being wrapped around by your smell."

"Stop turning me on so much."

As we left the dance floor and made our way to the exit, I noticed some people's stare from distance. I wondered how many boys were excited to see Blaine here tonight. Even now, boys came after another to tap his shoulder or to talk to him as he was leading me, pulling my hand.

He completely astonished me by showing more of his impact on people than I thought. He just stood there, and he mesmerized guys around him.

And he was my boyfriend. When I thought how the guys who was into him were seeing me, the thought scared me a little.

I happened to look at a group standing along a wall on the way out. I remembered one of them, who was wiping his eyes many times with his shoulders hunched. It was the cute boy whom Blaine coldly treated.

He was crying.

Maybe, he really liked Blaine. He had sex with him once and might have fallen in love like I did. My heart hurt at the thought.

Blaine noticed I slowed down walking and pulled my hand. "What are you doing?"

The boy heard his voice and looked up. As his watery eyes caught mine, he glared. But soon those intense eyes lost its power and he covered his face with his hands, lowering his head again.

It was not only him. There might be more people who saw us tonight and cried.

Blaine didn't say 'no' if they asked. But tonight, he showed a different attitude. For those who knew only old Blaine, he must have not looked the same guy.

People who wanted to talk to him or touch him came closer, and then, they realized that Blaine was not the same person who they used to know and their hearts were broken.

I was standing at the top of these guys who adored him. I was the one who stood next to him as the absolute only one "boyfriend."

When I turned around while Blaine was pulling my hand, I imagined I saw a number of black hands trying to pull me down from where I was. I felt like they were trying to tear me away from Blaine, causing me stumble.

No… I'm scared…

"Kurt?" Blaine shook me because I came to a halt completely. "Are you okay?" He gently embraced my shuddering body, slowly rubbing my back, making me calm.

"Is everyone behind us watching us?" I asked him weakly in his arms.

"No one is here. It's the hallway for the VIP."

"Did you see that boy was crying?"

"What boy?"

"The first cute one who talked to you when we came downstairs for a dance. He was crying."

Blaine sighed heavily. "So what?"

"'So what?' Because you came here and people who liked you must've felt…"

"It doesn't matter and I'm not interested in them anyway," he cut me in.

"They finally met you but you didn't even smile at them."

"What the hell, Kurt? Don't sympathize with them, it's pointless."

"Don't they think you're out of my league or…" I wasn't sure if I finished the sentence, but next thing I knew, a dry, sharp sound echoed in the otherwise silent hallway. Blaine slapped my cheek.

"If they do, then what? They don't matter. Don't think of bullshit!" He shouted at me.

"There are people crying because of your cold attitude towards them, and I can't just pretend nothing is wrong!"

"What!? Then you want me to be nice to them? I know you don't like it the most!"

"He was crying. How can I smile?"

"You're my fucking boyfriend! You don't have to feel pity for them!"

"He might… He might've fallen in love with you after he had sex with you, like me. He might've been waiting for you here."

"So what!? You want me to thank them for waiting for me by kissing or having sex with them!?"

"No, I'm not saying that, but…"

"Fuck," Blaine looked up the ceiling, turning his back to me. He then let out a big sigh. "This is your first time to come to a gay bar and I made you feel like shit and uncomfortable. The shadow of my past is haunting you like a burden," he turned around, putting his hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry that my wild past I have to pay for affects you." He rubbed my reddened cheek apologetically.

"There's nothing I can do about it 'cause it's me who chose someone like you," I murmured.

Blaine looked at me with a sour face. "Are you disgusted at me now?"

"No."

He must've relieved what I said, his shoulders relaxed instantly. He pulled me into his chest softly and held me tight.

"I'm not gonna lie, I was surprised how you attracted everyone here. But it doesn't change my feelings about you." I mumbled into his embrace.

"Really?"

"Yes, really." As I replied in the same way he asked, he chuckled. I kissed his cheek and held him back tight.

"If there's something happens related to my past again, can you bear with me?" Blaine asked.

"If you're with me like this, I think I can handle it."

"I'm sorry for hitting you."

"It's okay, I'm fine."

He then cupped my cheeks with his both hands and kissed me tenderly. "I'll never let you go."

"Yeah, that's the spirit."

"I'm serious, Kurt."

"Okay…?"

"You can't leave me now."

"That's fine with me. I don't wanna leave you anyway."

Blaine smiled broadly and took my hand, leading us to the exit.

"You sure you're okay with me?" He asked to make sure.

"Yes, I am. I'm telling you. I love you and I won't leave you!"

"Don't cheat on me."

"I won't!" Was he asking this because he doubted my feelings!? So rude!

However, it was a while later that I would know the meaning of this Blaine's gibberish.

… … …

After we got back to Blaine's apartment, we went straight to the bed room. Our clothes were stripped and strewed on the floor on the way and naked bodies crumbled onto the bed.

While we were kissing madly, wanton moans escaped from my mouth for the hot heat I'd been waiting for all night.

"Ha. You get a hard-on insanely fast as usual. Or have you had it for a while?" Blaine squeezed my cock and I involuntarily pulled my hips. His warm hand perfectly wrapped it, sending me to the edge only by that. "Blaine…, please. Lick it." I demanded, holding his head to pull down to my crotch.

"Alright." Blaine licked up my shaft and I almost came right then and there. But I tried so hard to hold back, hoping to extend the time for Blaine to love me as much as possible.

He repeatedly licked it, put it in his mouth and sucked, making me less vocal for too much pleasure.

I then came, with my body jerking. When we were driving back here, I had wanted him to do this, so it didn't take long for me to come. He swallowed everything I spilled and lifted his head.

"Blaine, please fuck me now…" I whined.

"You don't let me do anything I like?" Blaine giggled at my begging.

But I was soon drowning in him, while he gave me so many kisses, and before I knew it, it was him who was controlling the sex.

I was like his toy, but it didn't bother me at all. The more he wanted me, the more I felt real that he loved me and the more I addicted to him.

I can't pretend that it was nothing at all about Blaine's past and the existence of other people around it

So all we need to do right now is

Not to let go of each other's hands

Knowing that we are everything for each other

And it will never change at any cost

To Be Continued