A/N- Again, sorry for not updating for a while. Finals means more homework, more homework means less writing :( But now it's the weekend and I can update! So here are the words, sent in by Me! But not me, some anon named me. If that makes any sense... Words: banana mismatching disbelief women eyelashes armadillo worryingly paint refuse covered obvious slimy ticket smirk fish allergic dye agree jelly German. I couldn't think of anything, but I've wanted to do one about dressing in drag for a while now. Therefore, drag queen!Kurt and bartender!Blaine. Keep in mind that "she" is actually "he" and the other "women" are actually men. Enjoy, Klainers!

Elizabeth smiled warmly as she passed by the men catcalling her. She blew a kiss to a particularly cute guy, trying to ignore the slimy ones who just come to the show for more mental images to jerk off to. But no matter who was watching, Elizabeth had to perform. Anyone with a ticket to the drag show was a paying customer, and had to be treated as such.

She grinned widely as she approached the bar and saw her favorite bartender. "Hey, Blaine!" She said, waving with excitement. The man lifted his dark eyes from the glass he was cleaning and gave her a smile.

"Hey," he replied, setting the glass down and putting his elbows on the counter. Blaine dropped his head to his hands and stared at Elizabeth from across the counter. "Want a drink?"

"You know I don't drink alcohol, Blaine," Elizabeth replied, wagging a finger at the bartender. "I'd love a strawberry banana smoothie though, if you would be so kind as to make me one."

Blaine nodded and went under the counter, grabbing the fruit he kept hidden to make sure there was always enough for one of Elizabeth's smoothies. "Coming right up, Lizzie."

She smiled at the pet name and tossed her long brown wig over her pale shoulder. The lacy bra she wore over her gel inserts went perfectly with her black garter belt and knee-high leather boots, making her look far superior comparing to the other women wearing mismatching dresses and shoes. Elizabeth smirked at the thought of all these men coming here to gawk at her ass, the perfect amount covered with just a little of each cheek showing at the bottom. She knew how to tease to please.

A Celine Dion song blared over the speakers, and Elizabeth spun around on her stool to stare past the darkened crowd. The stage was being lit with red and pink lights, constantly interchanging to create a sparkling effect on the girl currently lip singing. Elizabeth giggled and turned back to the bar, proud that she had never once done that. Her voice, high and clear, was all her own.

"Here you go, Lizzie." Blaine set the frosty glass in front of her and popped a straw and umbrella into the pale pink mixture. She smiled gratefully and took a long sip, her eyes rolling back in her head when the sweet drink first hit her taste buds. Elizabeth moaned a little, saying, "You're the best bartender in the world," as she pulled away from the straw. Blaine laughed and went back to cleaning glasses with the rag he had slung over his shoulder.

"So... Elizabeth?" She looked up from her drink again and found Blaine staring at her with obvious infatuation. "Is there any chance I could... umm... Talk to Kurt? For a minute?"

Elizabeth sucked hard on the straw in surprise and started choking as the icy drink attacked her throat. "Bl- Blaine," she sputtered, her voice losing its airy quality. "Kurt is on the job right now. You can talk to him when his shift is over."

"I don't think I want to wait that long." Elizabeth blushed and looked down at her nails, noticing absentmindedly that the paint was chipping away. Blaine was about to speak again when one of the drag queens in a skimpy German lederhosen ran up asking for Jell-O shots. He passed her and the other girls surrounding her the jelly concoctions and turned back to his friend, who had downed her drink and was about to go back behind those big red curtains, possibly for good this time. He didn't want that at all.

"Kurt, please, just hear me out." Blaine put his hand over Kurt's and ran his thumb across the smooth knuckles.

Kurt sighed. "You have five minutes. Elizabeth needs to get back to work soon."

Blaine wasn't going to waste any of this precious time. "Go out with me. Right after work. I'll buy you dinner."

"I'm allergic," Kurt replied immediately.

"I didn't say where I was taking you yet."

"Yeah, well, I'm allergic. Meat, fish, beans, dairy, wheat, eggs, Red Dye #40, vegetables, fruits-"

"You just drank a fruit smoothie," Blaine said, staring at the man with disbelief. "And I know you aren't allergic to Red 40, I've seen you eat an entire package of Red Vines by yourself."

"Yes, and my throat felt scratchy for the rest of the day, thank you very much."

Blaine stared past Kurt's long fake eyelashes and into his glossy blue eyes. "You can refuse to go on a date with me forever, you know. You're like an armadillo, all wrapped up in this armor of yours, but I know I can get past it." He stared at Kurt worryingly. "You have to let down your guard at some point."

Kurt sighed. Blaine was right, he would have to agree to a date at some point. It wasn't like Blaine wasn't cute, or that he didn't want to go out with him (he sure as hell wanted to). It was just one of Kurt's rules. Don't mix work and the real world. Maybe he could though... Maybe-

"And now, please welcome to the stage Elizabeth!" A beam of light searched through the crowd and landed on Kurt's back. He threw Blaine a smirk, but his eyes looked sad. The five minutes were over, and with them left any thoughts Kurt may have had about his feelings towards Blaine. He waved good bye and hopped off the bar stool. Elizabeth was back, and ready to perform.