Prompt: Promise
"Oh my gosh, Rachel, no!"
"But you promised to have a girl's night out with me!"
"Not at a strip club!"
"You'll thank me later," Rachel said. She looked over at him a flashed him a wink. Kurt rolled his eyes and, with a sigh, allowed her to drag him into the building. They went through a quick ID check before heading into the main part of the club.
The place was loud and crowded. Rachel giggled and jumped up and down, pointing to the stage as the MC introduced the first act of the night. "Isn't he hot?"
Kurt gave the man a quick look. "He's a bit thin and his hip roll is off, his mouth is too big, and that hair color came from a bottle."
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Spoil sport," she muttered. "Why don't you go over to the bar and get tipsy? You're much more fun when you're drunk. As for me, I've got some dollar bills to spend..."
Kurt pretended to gag as Rachel lost herself in the crowd. With a sigh, he decided at least one drink wouldn't hurt and made his way toward the bar, slipping into a stool and waiting for the bartender to show.
Moments later he stepped out through the swinging doors. "Sorry, ran out of ice," he said when he spotted Kurt waiting. He slung his towel over his shoulder. "What can I get you?"
Kurt shrugged. "Surprise me."
"You don't seem like you're enjoying yourself. Not the strip club type?" the bartender guessed, pulling out a glass from a cabinet followed by a few bottles of alcohol.
"No," Kurt answered. "In my opinion, you're better looking than that," he gestured vaguely behind him toward the stage.
"Well, you aren't so bad yourself," the man said. He passed Kurt his drink. "One Shirley Temple, on the house. I'm Blaine, by the way."
"Kurt," he said. Before raising his glass to his lips, he asked, "Your shift wouldn't happen to end any time soon, would it?"
"Half and hour," Blaine said. "Save me a dance?"
Kurt nodded. "Absolutely."
A/N: I like this one! And that's all I gotta say.
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