Kurt had forgotten how loud clubs could get. After so long away it was a culture shock. So many boys grinding together, so many chests in tight shirts or no shirts at all, so much strobe lighting. If he was honest, Kurt had never liked clubbing. He'd only ever went because his 'friends' asked him to and it was a night out. Club dancing was not his thing; he wanted more movement, less grinding. More actual dance moves, less rhythmic swaying.

But still, now he was here, in a club again, and it made his heart pound in time with the bass.

"You gonna dance at all?" David asked, breath tickling Kurt's ear. Kurt jumped a bit in surprise at having the other man so close. It took him a second before he realized it was the only way he'd have been able to hear him.

"I haven't danced in a long time." Kurt admitted, leaning close so he could be heard. David's smell washed over him. Blaine was the only man he'd been close to in a while that he hadn't known forever.

"Wanna dance then?" David asked. "Have some fun? Save me from the blond trying to pick me up." He tilted his head a little in the direction of a blond staring intently at them.

"Okay." Kurt stifled a laugh and agreed. David smiled and led them into the crowd. Wes waved at them as they left, attached to his phone. Almost immediately upon entry the man had found the bar, ordered a whiskey, and called his fiancée. Half an hour later they were still talking despite the noise.

Kurt almost ran into David when he stopped walking. "I'm a bit shit at this." David admitted but started dancing anyway. He was bad, but it kind of made Kurt relax. David wasn't somebody he needed to impress. He closed his eyes and swayed rhythmically, giving in to the atmosphere he'd never truly liked. He'd be safe this time. He was sober and he had Blaine and Blaine's friends to watch him… Blaine…

Kurt opened his eyes and looked for the shorter man. He'd been swallowed into the crowd relatively quickly, dragged in by a tall man with the most interesting skin Kurt had ever seen. Maybe Indian…

But now he was gone... and Kurt kind of wanted to see him now. Dance with him now. See how the strobe lights flicked across his face and shined off his overly gelled hair. He wanted to put his arms on Blaine's shoulders and sway…

Arms wrapped around him from behind and held him loosely. "Stop looking for him." David said into his ear, startling Kurt with his closeness once more. "He gets scared when things are obvious."

"What are you talking about?" Kurt asked.

"You like him." David said. "And I think he might like you. I don't know yet, but I think so. Give him a little bit of time. He's an idiot quite often."

Could he be talking about Blaine? That's the only thing that made sense… but why would he do that? They'd only just met each other, why give away secrets?

"I want him to be happy; he's one of my best friends." David continued. "Naturally I worried when he moved out, but he kinda glows now in a way I haven't seen often."

"David?" Kurt started. "What exactly are you saying? I don't like mysteries."

"Just give him a little bit of time." David repeated. And then Kurt was being pushed gently forward. "Have fun." David called loudly, his voice barely audible over the club noise.

Blaine was the one who caught him. "Hi." He said as he helped Kurt keep his feet under him. "You're dancing?" His smile was so bright.

"Yeah." Kurt said, unable to say anything else.

Blaine's hands slipped from Kurt's arm to his waist. "Dance with me then?" He asked and Kurt could only nod. Blaine pulled him in close and they were swaying…

Except they weren't… Blaine had a little beat going, and he was moving his feet in actual steps instead of just shuffling. Then Kurt was being spun out in the limited space. Fuck, they were dancing! Kurt laughed, a smile bursting out on his face. Dancing with Blaine…

"You're kinda hot." Blaine laughed and Kurt's heart soared. Suddenly his mouth felt dry and he was dizzy. "How'd I not notice? I bet you could pick up any guy you wanted." He spun Kurt back in, closer than before. "See anyone you like?"

And Kurt's mood dampened.

"Um…" How was he supposed to answer that when the guy he wanted was holding him so close, dancing him across the floor with actual moves instead of insipid grinding? Although grinding probably wouldn't have been so bad, not bad at all.

"Me neither. It's slow tonight." Blaine said and his hand moved just a little further south, coming to rest on the small of Kurt's back. "Eh, what can you do?" He shrugged. "At least you're having fun though, giliw. That's what's important. You are having fun right?" Blaine smiled.

"Yeah." Kurt agreed softly, nodding. He didn't want to talk about this anymore; he just wanted to keep dancing. Maybe Blaine would shut up now… Wow, how often did he want Blaine to shut up?

"Good." Blaine said and spun him again, doing a fancy step to the side Kurt almost couldn't follow. "You're a good dancer, Kurt."

"You too. Good lead."

"I like following better actually, but thank you." He said.

"Oh…" Kurt nodded. "Okay." His hands had been on Blaine's shoulders, but now they moved to his waist, worming under the loops of Blaine's arms. "I can do that." In seconds the dynamic was changed, Blaine was being spun out and Kurt was stepping beside him to complete the move.

Blaine laughed and went with it gracefully, barely even tripping over himself or the multitudes of other people as he went from lead to follow. Kurt pulled him in closer than necessary and let his grip tighten just a little. Blaine didn't seem to notice, or he just didn't care. He smelled so good, better than David.

"You're good at this." Blaine said after Kurt pulled off a fancier move in the grinding crowd.

"I've spent a lot of time with dancers." Kurt winked. Over the years he'd been the stand in for many a recital, both Brittany and Mary used him whenever they needed to partner practice.

"Really?" Blaine's eyebrows furrowed, a triangular attack on his nose.

"Brittany." Kurt explained. "Remember that video I showed you when we first met? Well she needs someone to practice on, and in college that was me. Now I have Mary practicing things on me."

"Well then, I guess I should let you lead all the time then." Blaine said playfully. "Save me the effort."

"You know it's a lot of effort to follow, don't give me that." He forced Blaine into a hard move just to prove it. "See, you're even sweating."

"I know." Blaine huffed. "Rest!" He slumped against Kurt, head finding a home on Kurt's shoulder. "I'm done now. You can be my bed. I'll just stay here."

Kurt sucked in a breath. "Blaine…" The man in question just nuzzled gently, breath fanning out warmly, ignoring Kurt's questioning tone. Kurt closed his eyes then and hugged Blaine a bit tighter.

"No, you gotta move your leg like this." Brittany said and demonstrated for Mary. "You're not lifting up enough. If you don't get your leg up high enough then you'll fall down on the next move."

"Oh, okay Mommy, I'll try." Mary bit her lip. Brittany gave Kurt a nod and counted down, when she got to three he hit play on the computer and let the music go. This time Mary got her leg in the right place and continued with the choreography.

Kurt sighed happily and rested his chin on his palm. It was so nice to see them together. They hadn't seen each other since they were down in Ohio. Though, they probably wouldn't have seen each other in even longer if the ladies at Brittany's job weren't totally in love with her. About a month ago they'd figured out Santana was harassing Brittany and they'd banded together. The result was a weeklong vacation to New York to visit Mary and Kurt. They'd booked the flight and even paid for it. The only thing Brittany had to do was show up on time and enjoy her time off.

Kurt had decided he would call Santana while Brittany was there. She might have given him the go ahead to tell Santana off, but he still wanted her there in the room at least. She wouldn't have to say anything, but she could tell him if he was doing it wrong.

They got home at almost three a.m. Kurt hadn't been out that later since college, it was invigorating.

Until he realized he was a zombie for all of Saturday. He didn't wake up until almost 10. He hadn't slept that late in a long time. The coffee pot was the farthest thing from him in the entire world! Why did it have to be downstairs?

Kurt spent a good ten minutes laying in bed debating lethargically with himself the pros and cons of just not getting up. Eventually his boredom and need to use the bathroom made him. Once out of his nice, warm bed he forced himself down the narrow stairs and to the coffee pot, on autopilot the whole way. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard his doorbell ring.

He grumbled under his breath as he went to answer it. He opened the door to see Blaine bright eyed and bushy tailed on his bit of porch. "Hi, Kurt." Blaine smiled warmly and came in. "You look like hell."

Kurt was too out of it to even comment. He just grumbled a little and shuffled back to his coffee pot. It was almost done brewing. Fuck, this was worse than when Mary wasn't sleeping through the night yet. He rubbed at his eyes as he sat down at the island across from Blaine.

"He's a little tired, George, you probably won't get much out of him." Blaine was saying into his phone. Somewhere in his head Kurt knew that made sense, but it was too fuzzy up there. The coffee pot beeped and he was on it as quickly as his tired body would take him. He drank the first sip before it could cool and burned his tongue. He didn't even care. "Yeah, I did. And I made him sing."

Kurt looked at Blaine blearily, sitting down once more, coffee cradled in his hands carefully. The first jolts of caffeine were starting to take hold.

"Yeah he did meet my friends. You can tell your mother to stop making you be so nosy. Tatawagan kita mamaya ate Mel." He said loudly, and Kurt was awake enough now to know he was probably talking to somebody not on the phone but listening in.

"Who're you talking to?" Kurt asked quietly. Blaine turned to him and his face lit with a smile.

"George. He wanted to talk to you." Blaine held out the phone, a hand over the receiver. "You wanna talk?" He asked quietly enough that George wouldn't be able to hear.

Kurt took the phone. "Hi, George." He said as brightly as he could manage in his tired state. He took another sip of coffee. "How's home?"

"I wanna go back to New York, Mr. Kurt. I loved it there." George complained. "Nanay has me doing all the chores now and Dad wants me to read the summer homework. I hate math."

"Oh, poor guy." Kurt chuckled. "Did you get the package Uncle Blaine and I sent you yet? With your toothbrush and the book you were reading?"

"Yeah, thanks. I can't believe I forgot it!" George exclaimed. "I was so mad on the plane, all I had to do was listen to Nanay and Dad talk about overseas and I just wanted to read Harry Potter. They went to all those old people places. So boring." Kurt could imagine George rolling his eyes. "Then they wanted me to look at pictures of rocks."

"I'm sorry dear." Kurt said. "But think of it this way, since they went, you got to stay here with us. Maybe you can get them to go again so you can visit us again." Kurt grinned.

George, predictably, gasped happily. "So it'd be okay if I visited again?"

"Of course, George. You're welcome anytime. Mary would be glad to see you again?"

"I wanna see her too. Did you know she went to the beach with her Mom today? She showed me pictures. Her mom is really pretty. So's that other lady."

"Down boy." Kurt joked. Blaine raised an eyebrow at that. "Your uncle's giving me a weird look now. Wanna see? Blaine, can this thing do videochatting?"

"Yeah." Blaine answered and reached for the phone. "You just hit this button… and voila." He put the phone down on the counter. "Hi George."

"Tito, I can only see the ceiling!" George complained.

"Sorry." Kurt picked the phone up and pointed the camera at Blaine. "See, make the face again Blaine." Blaine did as told, exaggerating it. George giggled.

"Tito." Kurt stood up and walked around the island so he and Blaine could be on screen at the same time. "Mr. Kurt." George smiled, and it lit up his face just the same way a smile lit up Blaine's.

"Long time no see, kid." Kurt winked. "You in your room?"

"No, he's in the living room. See that cow in the background, that's my sister." Blaine pointed to a slim ankle in the corner of the screen. It looked like George was sitting on the floor.

"Mom's not a cow." George defended.

"Blaine, I can't believe you said that about me." A pretty woman's face ducked into the screen for a moment. "You're the worst younger brother in the world."

"And you're a cow." Blaine said with a playful wink, sticking out his tongue for a second. "Mel, this is Kurt. Kurt, my sister Mel."

"Hi." Kurt waved awkwardly as the woman took the phone from George, ignoring his discontented protest.

"Why hello you." She smirked at him, a look which, after years of Santana exposure, he knew very well. "Aren't you a little cutie?"

"Mel…" Blaine complained. "Stop right there."

"You're the neighbor right?" She asked, ignoring Blaine as easily as she'd ignored George.

"Yeah." Kurt said and made himself smile. "It's nice to meet you… well, webcam meet you."

"You too." She said very nicely and then, even through webcam it was clear, looked at Blaine. "Why did you not tell me your neighbor was exactly your type? You've been hiding him from me this whole time haven't you?"

"Mel, stop." Blaine rolled his eyes. "You're being really rude right now."

"You're the one hiding him. Sorry for being rude, Kurt."

"It's okay." Kurt managed. He was still reeling from what she'd said. What did she mean he was exactly Blaine's "type"? He'd never seen any pictures of Blaine's old boyfriends… was he the right physical type? Was Kurt the body type Blaine normally looked for in a guy?

Kurt tuned back in to hear Blaine almost yelling at his sister in Tagalog. He was getting steadily redder and she was getting steadily more gleeful. Finally he just hung up. He huffed for a few seconds. "I'm sorry for my sister, Kurt."

Kurt wanted to pet Blaine's hair and make him feel better. "It's okay. Kind of flattering really. Besides, just that little bit of exposure to her and I'm reminded of Santana. She's Brittany's long-term girlfriend." Kurt couldn't resist the urge to at least touch the hand Blaine still had on the island.

"Really? There's more people like my sister out there? That's terrifying." Blaine shuddered but looked at Kurt. He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Imagine how bad she'd be if she was a repressed lesbian. I had to deal with that for years." Kurt shrugged. "Anyway, it's always been a bit flattering to be so blatantly hit on."

"True." Blaine's smile morphed into a genuine one.

Later in the day Kurt called Mary. While Blaine got ready to go out and play again, Kurt had no idea how he had the energy for that, he was still tired, Kurt sat down to talk. The pasta was boiling and didn't need much tending.

"Hi, Daddy!" Mary answered the phone brightly.

"Hey baby." Kurt relaxed just hearing her voice. "How was the beach?"

"It was so fun!" Mary exclaimed. "I saw a mermaid! She gave me a shell and Mommy made it into a hairclip." Kurt opened his mouth to ask what she was talking about but then shut it. After a lot of Brittany exposure they started to sound alike… it would be disconcerting if it wasn't somewhat endearing.

"Was she a pretty mermaid?" Kurt asked, might as well go along with it.

"Very." Mary answered. "She said her name was hard to pronounce in English, so I could call her Sunshine. She had the prettiest eyes, like Terra."

"Asian?" Kurt prompted and Mary agreed. "That's cool. She must have had a long swim."

"No, she can just go on the underground currents like in that fish movie with the turtles." Mary said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Mommy also let me get a corndog."

"Oh, how'd you like that?" Kurt asked.

"It was kinda gross." Mary said and Kurt breathed a sigh of relieve, he hated corndogs. "Then we got strawberry ice cream."

"MARY!" Kurt groaned, his heartbeat quickening. He was going to kill Brittany! And Santana for good measure! "Are you okay? You're allergic to red dye. I hope you didn't eat too much of it, are you okay?"

"Daddy I'm fine. Mommy made sure there wasn't any red dye in it before she bought it." Mary said in her most soothing voice. "I really like strawberry ice cream; can I have it at home Daddy?"

Kurt opened his mouth to say no but… "You really like it honey?"

"I love it." Mary affirmed.

"Okay… but only at home!" Kurt caved. "I can't let you have an allergic reaction to something, so we'll check in the store for red dye before we buy it."

"Cool! Thank you, Daddy!" Mary exclaimed happily. "I love you."

"I love you too, honey." Kurt sighed and made himself relax. She was alright… he was just going to have to learn how to relax.

AN: I'm done with FINALS!
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