AN: I didn't like the christmas episode of glee...it kind of let me down...I was expecting more klaine stuff and they made Kurt seem really uncomfortable around Blaine (I don't blame him) and I was so upset about Burt, and everything else in the episode bored me. I dunno, I feel bad for not liking the klaine stuff but I guess that's just how it is. I still love them to death, though. Also, I'm sorry i didn't update in a while, I wanted to have this done earlier but I got the part of the director in my drama exam and my group is a tiny bit lazy (which is funny, because our play is about a group of dysfunctional actors) so I have lots of things to do for that.
"I was kidding about the McDonalds thing, you know."
"Hey, a high-calorie, freezing cold treat cheers anyone up."
Kurt's cheeks were slightly puffy by the time Blaine drove up to the giant yellow M. To be honest, Kurt ate fast food a little more than he'd like to admit (being raised by Burt did that to you.) It was around 9:20 pm and the night was cold. Most people in Lima would be cooped up inside their houses, watching the New Years ball drop on TV.
They ended up going through the drive through and ordering a large strawberry milkshake with two straws. Kurt didn't ask how Blaine knew that strawberry was his favorite. It was probably just a lucky guess, but so far, it was making up for Kurt's lousy night. Kurt sipped on the frozen, thick liquid. Yum, synthetic food.
"So, my young friend," Blaine sighed, leaning back into the seat and keeping a hand on the wheel, "Where is our next destination?"
Kurt sipped on his drink thoughtfully, not knowing where to go. He didn't want to go home immediately or else his dad would wonder why he was home so early, and he didn't want Blaine to be the one to explain why. It was freezing outside and almost every place was closed due to the fact that it was New Year's Eve.
"I don't know," Kurt sighed. His hand was beginning to become numb from the cold paper cup. "Everything is closed."
Blaine drummed his fingers against the rubber steering wheel idly. He appeared to be in thought. "Fuckin' New Years. It doesn't mean a thing."
Kurt smirked, his eyes fixated on the road ahead. "You don't like new beginnings?"
"I hate New Years," Blaine corrected. "It's the time where like...everyone pretends to be sentimental even though they probably had a really shitty year, and they keep making dumb excuses like, "oh, I'm going to loose weight and start getting better in school and start putting myself out there so I can get fucked more often" when in reality, none of that stuff is gonna happen. It's all just a show, everyone wants to feel important all the time and it drives me insane. Why do people need to wait a whole year to start something? What's wrong with doing in the time they're in now? I'll tell you why. It's cause people are lazy as fuck."
Kurt didn't say anything. One of his favorite and least favorite things about Blaine was that he was so blunt about everything. Kurt was pretty blunt too, but not to the point where he would start getting into rambles with sweaty jocks (or, at least not physically.)
"I've got it," Blaine said out of the view, snapping his fingers.
"Got what?"
"Where we can go so we don't completely blow the night."
"Where?"
"Have you ever heard of Scandals?"
Kurt pursed his lips around the straw. "Um, yes. Isn't it the gay bar?"
"Oh, you cute little boy," Blaine shook his head. "Not just any gay bar. And it'll be a trip for you since you're a virgin to this stuff. To everything, really."
"Shut up," Kurt said. "I don't do bars."
"Have you ever even been to one?" Blaine asked, quirking one of his triangle shaped eyebrows.
"No-"
"Then how will you know till you've tried?" Blaine asked, shrugging. "You might love it. You might even love it so much that you'll come every night and order Shirley Temples and hook up with old men who have tattoos of their mothers on their asses."
"Shut up," Kurt said, laughing a little bit. "Haven't we discussed the no-peer pressuring thing? I swear we did."
Blaine chuckled. "Relax. I'm not gonna force you to go."
Silence.
"What's it like inside one of those places?"
"You talk about it like it's a slave dungeon."
"It is if you want to get herpes."
"Fair play. I don't know. It's kind of fun when you get drunk, and even more when you're high. As long as you don't let any creeps in cheap wigs try to pick you up, and keep your shit away from anyone who looks suspicious in danger of anything getting slipped into it. Or you know, a false eyelash."
Kurt sipped on his milkshake again. "What would they do if I came inside with this?" Kurt waved his cup in the air.
"They'd go wild and I'd be the one who would have to rescue you from all the pointed dicks coming in your direction. They eat virgins up."
Kurt knew Blaine was kidding, but he blushed at the thought of Blaine and himself dancing in a darkened room, his senses dulled. Kurt had been drunk a small amount of times and none of them ended well, mostly resulting in vomit all over his guidance councilor's shoes and a head ache with a force as strong as a hurricane the next day.
"Maybe...we could try it?" Kurt suggested in a small voice.
Blaine kept his eyes on the road, but lifted his eyebrow again, smiling a little bit in a mischievous way. "Seriously?"
"I don't want to be the reason why I ruined New Year's Eve."
"Hey," Blaine said a little softer, "That wasn't on your account. It was your friends being idiots. Sorry. But it's true."
"I know. I still think I want to go though. I've never...I don't know, done bad things before. I'm not saying that going to bars are bad, but, I mean, I'm kind of sheltered in this stuff, and oh god I sound like an asshole."
"I get it, don't worry," Blaine smiled. "You're bored. You ache with adventure. You want to try new things. Just don't let that take advantage of you."
Blaine sped up the road and headed in the direction of the sole gay bar in Lima.
The two arrived at the squat building with a flickering pink sign on it. Kurt left his jacket inside the car so that he didn't have to carry it around all night, and Blaine took off his sweater in case he got too hot inside. Underneath, he wore a thin black t-shirt with a baggy neckline.
Kurt looked down at his own outfit and flicked his eyes back up to the pink sign, knowing he looked way to preppy to be dressed for a club. He had on a pair of tight-but-not-too-tight jeans, a dark red dress shirt with the buttons buttoned to the top and a navy blue sweater over top so that only the collar of the shirt was visible. Blaine could sense Kurt's tenseness and placed a hand on his waist assuringly.
"Don't worry," Blaine told him. "I was nervous when I went to my first club, too. And I was stupid enough to go alone, so I had no one watching my back or anything. Just stick with me, okay?"
"Where else would I go?" Kurt asked, snorting.
"Just have fun," Blaine told Kurt. "I won't drink as much. I'll be the designated driver if you want. It's New Years," Blaine winked and grabbed Kurt's hand, beginning to walk towards the building. "Make the best of these last few hours."
When they entered the room, Kurt was immediately hit with a wall of smoke and darkness. Music pounded from every where and he wasn't even fully into the room. There was a slightly over weight, bored looking man with a beard sitting at the front desk, and it surprised Kurt when he didn't even ask Blaine for any ID.
"I come here a lot," Blaine explained.
And then they stepped into the crowded room and...Kurt hadn't seen anything like it. It certainly wasn't royalty, that was for sure, but it was...different in an almost captivating and scary way. Dark magenta and blue lighting from the ceiling flashed onto the small dance floor below, and a tiny bar with a few round stools and a television were at the front of the room. The men on the dance floor moved both slowly and quickly at the same time, and it was clear to see that almost all of them were either high, drunk, or both. Kurt took it all in with wide eyes.
Blaine noticed this and wasn't sure if Kurt was comfortable or not. He put an arm both protectively and comfortingly around Kurt. "What'dya think?"
Kurt blinked, taking all of this in again. It was crowded and loud and there were too many things to see, but...
"I...It's kind of mesmerizing in a way," Kurt replied. "Is that weird?"
Blaine couldn't help but give a soft laugh. Kurt was so adorably oblivious sometimes that it gave Blaine a sweet tooth. He wanted Kurt to have a good time tonight, but he would have to keep an eye on him since this was his first time and because of the gay predators (although a lot of the people who came here were pretty harmless.)
"No," Blaine said, watching Kurt watch everything else. "Not really."
"Okay," Kurt said, just registering that Blaine had an arm around him, "Take me for my first shot of poison ever. I'm sure I'll regret it, but I'll literally guzzle down real poison if it'll get the sound of Rachel's voice out of my head."
Blaine chuckled and patted Kurt on the small of his back, steering him towards the little bar with fluorescent blue light coming from the table. They sat at the stools, the buff guy with a nipple piercing and pink highlights serving them something that Blaine had ordered since he was the expert.
The boys sat on stools with their knees touching, facing each other. Blaine held the glass of orange substance in between both of them. He took an average sized gulp and swallowed, holding the glass out to Kurt. Kurt wrinkled his nose.
"How do you do that so easily?"
"Years of practice, young grasshopper," Blaine winked. "Hold your breath if you want and don't swallow too fast or it will come right back up."
Kurt nodded and took the glass from Blaine. Blaine watched him intently, scrutinizing his face and waiting for either a hilarious or surprising reaction. Kurt took Blaine's advice as the liquid poured into his mouth. He slowly swallowed and a burning sensation travelled down his throat. The taste clung to the roof of his mouth. He wasn't foreign to this feeling, however he wasn't completely used to it. Not like how Blaine was. Once again Kurt wrinkled his nose and coughed a little bit, but thankfully, Blaine's advice worked and he didn't feel sick or remorseful afterwards.
Blaine gave a smile. "So?"
"Weird," was all Kurt could say. Blaine laughed. "I though you'd say that."
Kurt took another sip. And another, and another. Soon he found himself talking to Blaine in a much faster, clumsier voice. He started to giggle at random things in the room, like how that man over there in the corner was wearing pink heels, and oh god, that guy totally can't dance. Blaine found buzzed Kurt completely amusing. He liked Kurt any way- bitchy, vulnerable, sweet... however this Kurt was pretty funny, if you asked Blaine.
Three more cups of whatever-that-stuff-was later (as Kurt liked to call it,) Kurt had turned into a more lively, bold, and dare he say it? Sassier version of himself. Long story short, Kurt was drunk. It was only quarter to eleven.
It turned out Kurt was certainly the laughy type of drunk. Kurt loved to laugh at everything, and normally Blaine would be irritated by now, but Kurt's intoxicated laugh along with his bright eyes and over-dressed outfit just made Blaine love him all the more.
Love.
Blaine certainly wasn't drunk, however he had a slight buzz. Buzzes usually lasted a couple of minutes for Blaine and they faded pretty quickly. He wanted to keep an eye on Kurt and make sure he kept his word on being the driver home. Just then, a pretty poor mashup of Let's Have a Kiki and Marry The Night came on, but Kurt who was shimmying in his seat didn't seem to mind.
"Oh my god," Kurt smiled. "These are like, two of my favorite artists in one, Blaine."
"I see that," Blaine nodded.
Kurt started snapping his fingers to the song and tried to sing along, but it was difficult granted it was a terrible mashup. "Wow Blaine, it feels like I'm doing a great job. At dancing, I mean. The glee club is so stupid. Stupid Mr. Schue who can't speak a single word of spanish, telling me what to do in that god awful club. Ir chupar una polla, Mr. Schue," Kurt laughed and hiccuped.
"How're you feeling, babe?" Blaine asked. Kurt shifted from his seat into Blaine's lap, toying with the curly hair at the back of his neck.
"So good, Blaine, really good. Like I can fly."
"Are you sure you're not high?" Blaine chuckled, but in a seductive voice. His face was dangerously close to Kurt's. Kurt could see the hazel specks in his boyfriend's eyes, and in that moment, they just looked so, so pretty. Kurt could also feel Blaine's hand rubbing small circles into his back.
"Your eyes remind me of starlight," Kurt murmured. "Like when you look up and see the stars? That's what its like. The rest of you is hard and solid like a rock, and then you have your eyes that are so damn pretty. Why can't I be like that too, Blaine? How come I have to be the one who looks like a girl? Why do I get shoved into lockers? I wish I was tough, Blaine. I wish I was tough like how you are."
Even though Kurt said this with a total drunken gaze complete with a smile, Blaine still couldn't ignore the pang in his chest when his boyfriend said this. Getting alcohol into his system was starting to make him reveal things he would usually never talk about, like his bullying and how he felt insecure, no matter how hard he tried to bottle it inside and mask it with designer clothes and a straight posture. It was there, and always would be there.
"Come on," Blaine said into Kurt's ear, trying to distract him. "Let's go dance."
"Okay," Kurt agreed whole heartedly. He certainly liked the idea of that song. Another Scissor Sisters song, Baby Come Home, started playing loudly.
"Gay bands for the gay bars," Kurt giggled.
Blaine led them both to the center of the floor, where they were surrounded by couples dancing, but Kurt didn't even notice. Part of which was because he was drunk and not even sweaty jocks could bother him. But also, it was because of the way Blaine's warm, bare arms wrapped around him. Or the way Blaine moved against him steadily, like he wasn't trying to be overly aggressive bit just enough for them to get into the rhythm of the song. It was enough to drive Kurt mad, even as a drunk man.
"I thought you were such a jerk," Kurt commented, bringing his arms to come around Blaine's back. "Oh my god, but you were so hot. One time I had a dream that we made out in a pool and I almost died when I woke up." Kurt paused to giggle again. Blaine smirked.
"Really?" The thought that Kurt actually had a thought like that made Blaine shiver a little.
"You turned out to be nice, though," Kurt said. "Thank god. You're like, one of those nice people that can be a jerk unintentionally, but you still have priorities, you know? Am I one of your priorities, Blaine?"
Blaine looked into Kurt's blue eyes, but the lighting them made them look almost entirely green.
And that's when Blaine realized that Kurt had become the most important people in his life in a short amount of time. The way that Kurt talked to him was so much different than how any other person would. Kurt and his family had taken Blaine in with open arms. No teacher, no mother, no adult, hell, not even he had ever done that for him. Blaine needed to take a moment to inhale and swallow a strange feeling in his throat.
"You're... you mean so much to me, Kurt," Blaine replied, in an almost broken whisper that barely even sounded over Jake Shears's voice singing about making love tonight.
Kurt smiled with enough brightness to power a thousand suns. He leaned in and sloppily kissed Blaine's lips with a "yaaaay!" Blaine rested his forehead against his boyfriend's, and grabbed the small of his back.
"What are you doing?" Kurt asked, his lips moving against Blaine's.
"Have you ever danced like this before?" Blaine emphasized his point by gently rolling his hips upwards and...oh.
"No," Kurt breathed, his cheeks glowing hot red. "Not at all."
"I'm assuming you don't dance like this in glee?" Blaine teased lightly, kissing Kurt on the corner of his mouth. Kurt shook his head. Kurt's eyes shifted from playful to aroused.
"How...how-" Kurt began, but Blaine cut in.
"Like this," Blaine was whispering in his ear now. "I'll show you. Take it easy, nice and slow, like this." Blaine gripped Kurt's lower back so that Blaine's fingers splayed past the waistband of Kurt's jeans. One of Kurt's hands came to grip Blaine's forearm, while the other one lay draped around his shoulder. Kurt tentatively began to move his hips the way Blaine was doing, like how Blaine was teaching him. It was the first time Kurt had ever learned how to grind, and he was doing it in the middle of a crowded dance floor. But he didn't care.
Blaine was the first person to ever make Kurt feel sexy like this, feel confident in this kind of way, alcohol or not. Kurt knew that. Even the first time that he'd had intimacy with Blaine in Kurt's room...Kurt had never felt like he was actually desirable until that moment. He'd always thought he was some awkward, lanky, skinny kid with no body shape and an effeminate face. But when he was with Blaine, even a long kiss and the feeling of Blaine's callused hands on his face made him feel like he could be desirable, too. Even though Kurt wasn't like those helpless girls in movies where they needed a man's approval to feel loved or special, it still was nice once in a while to feel a little bit spontaneous and sexy, even though he knew he could feel good about himself in other ways.
Blaine noticed a couple of punk, smug looking guys starring directly at Kurt's ass and not trying to be subtle about their analyzing, however Blaine managed to scare them away with one glare. Suddenly, Blaine felt two hands cup either sides of his neck and another sloppy kiss was placed against his lips. They were both sweating from all the dancing, bit neither of them cared.
"Can we leave?" Kurt asked. "Can we go to you house?"
Blaine licked his lips and thought about his mother. He didn't know if she was home or not, and he honestly didn't care. She wouldn't need to meet Kurt right now anyway, and she'd most likely be too wasted to open her eyes anyway.
"Would your - your dad mind?"
"Blaine," Kurt whined, and Blaine nodded. He'd never brought a boy as beautiful as Kurt home before.
They got into the car.
Ten.
They sped down the road
Nine.
The drive way came into view.
Eight.
Fumbling hands and jingling keys.
Seven.
Kurt, who was too drunk to notice the broken gate, the flickering light at the main entrance, the house Blaine was embarrassed about.
Six.
No signs of the monster mother. Probably passed out in her room or the couch.
Five.
Inside the most normal room in the entire house, Blaine's room.
Four.
Bodies tumbled onto the bed, hands gently smoothed down surfaces. Quiet moans and whimpers emitted.
Three.
The breathing got quicker and quicker, lips shaped together and created loud, wet smacks. Blaine's shirt somehow managed to disappear, and Kurt had never seen something more beautiful.
Two.
"I love you, Blaine," Kurt whispered in a drunken slur. And it still sounded genuine.
One.
Blaine hesitated, and paused, and kissed Kurt's bare neck. "Fuck, I love you."
Happy New Year!
Suddenly, everything else was easy.
AN: Haha oh my god, I actually kind of got restless writing the last part! I'll reveal next chapter what exactly Kurt and Blaine did. Also, I used google translate for the spanish so please don't judge me if you speak it well. I'm more of a french speaker.
