Chapter 2- Party's Over

Kurt's eyes fluttered open, the way they would if he was in a movie about a meet-cute in a coffee shop. Looking to his left, he saw that Jack was still asleep. Smirking, he thought back over the night before, piecing everything together now that he was sober and wide awake.

Fact number one: He had had sex with Jack Wilder

Fact number two: Jack Wilder was as amazing in bed as he had imagined.

Fact number three: Jack Wilder was sleeping naked next to him.

Kurt pursed his lips as he realised that Jack's muscled arm was draped over him, tucked under Kurt's body neatly. Jack's head was nestled in the space between Kurt's head and shoulder as his soft breathing tickled his skin. Kurt smirked as he just watched patiently, seeing Jack in such a submissive position was a strange experience. After Jack completely dominating him the previous night, it took Kurt a few seconds to get used to.

"Are you watching me sleep, Kurt?" Jack mumbled.

Kurt pursed his lips. "What?" Pretending to be groggy from just waking up was not working at all.

"What? Come on, you can't tell me that you weren't just sat there watching me in my most vulnerable state."

"Honestly, I needed a moment to prove to myself that I wasn't dreaming."

"That good, huh?" Jack wiggled his eyebrows.

Kurt scoffed. "Not such. It's just when you watch a guy on YouTube for so many years and then you fuck him, it becomes a little bit surreal. But yes, I suppose you were more than adequate."

Jack rolled his eyes. "That's what you say about a kid who does just better than average on a test. Admit it, Hummel. I rocked your world."

Kurt turned away. "You probably did some magic trick to increase your stamina."

"Dude, this isn't Dragon Age. I'm good at sex and that's all there was to it. Well, actually you were pretty damn good too."

"It does take two to tango, after all."

Jack's reply was swallowed by a sharp knock at the door.

"Nobody ever knocks at my door. I didn't order anything, either." Jack shrugged and climbed out of bed, untangling himself from Kurt. Kurt was shocked that he was going to answer the door naked as the day he was born. Then again, Jack was pretty much carved by the gods, so he figured that modesty wasn't an issue Jack had to face. From head to toe, he was utterly, annoyingly perfect. And he definitely knew it.

Kurt took the time to marvel at Jack's ass as he opened the door a fraction.

Jack frowned as he saw not a person, but a thin, sealed enveloped on his doormat.

"Jack? Is everything okay?"

Jack crouched down, much to Kurt's amusement, to pick up the envelope and shut the door firmly.

"What is it?" Kurt asked stupidly. Jack hadn't even opened it yet.

Jack shrugged. "Seems important though. It's not just your typical envelope." Jack handed it to him casually.

Kurt inspected the material in more detail. Jack was right. There was an elegant design around the outside of the paper which definitely said more than it should have. There was no address of the sender and Jack's address wasn't written on it either. It simply said "Jack" in intricate cursive scrawl.

"So whoever sent this delivered it personally and then ran away? Sounds brave of them."

Jack curled around Kurt, kissing his neck, while Kurt looked at the letter. "I'm not too bothered about it. Though I sense you're going to want to open it."

Kurt smirked. "Only if you want to."

"I don't think I can deny you anything, Kurt Hummel. And we've spent twelve hours together."

Kurt kissed his cheek quickly and carefully tore open the envelope.

Jack lay back down on the bed, arms behind his head.

"Well, this is vague."

Jack sat up, peering over Kurt's shoulder before kissing it tenderly. "What's going on?"

Kurt showed him the letter.

"Huh. It just says 'Times Square, 8:30 tonight. Bring your boyfriend.'"

"Boyfriend, huh?" Jack smirked.

"That's what it says," Kurt argued defensively. "Are we going?"

Jack stared at the handwriting. "I don't think we have a choice."

Kurt and Jack arrived at Times Square at exactly 8:30. People were still bustling about the city that never slept, so whatever was going to go down would be in full view of the public.

"What's supposed to happen now?" Kurt wondered aloud.

"No idea. This can't be good, though, whatever it is."

As if on cue, lights flashed around the space and the billboards shone a luminous white.

When the picture reappeared, the adverts were replaced with faces.

Jack Wilder frowned down at them from much higher up than he currently was.

"The fuck?" Jack muttered.

Another flash.

This time, the grinning face of J. Daniel Atlas appeared on the billboard next to Jack's.

Another flash.

Henley Reeves looked pensively next to Atlas.

Another flash.

Merritt McKinney glanced around nervously next to Henley.

Kurt looked to Jack cautiously.

Their faces were replaced with the words "Alley. Now."

"Guess we got to go," Jack surmised.

Once the five assembled themselves in the nearby alley as advised, Atlas frowned at Kurt.

"I didn't see his face on a billboard."

Jack shrugged. "I assume you guys got a note?"

They nodded.

"Mine told me to bring him. This is Kurt Hummel, by the way. He was...already with me."

Henley smirked. "Nice."

Kurt met her eyes and nodded knowingly.

Merritt blinked quickly. "Don't get me wrong, I love the small talk, but we were called here for a reason."

Henley hummed in agreement. "And there's a reason we all felt compelled to actually show up."

"When you get a mysterious note telling you to meet somewhere, I tend to show up," Atlas replied swiftly.

"So what do we do now?" Kurt piped up.

"Good question," Merritt answered. "Unfortunately, I don't have an answer to it. We have no other direction other than to assemble. What happens next is an unknown variable."

Atlas frowned. "Well we have to figure this out. There's got to be some kind of clue that can take us to the next level of...whatever this is. We should look into anything suspicious and gain leads from there."

Kurt shook his head. "As the fifth wheel, it might not be necessarily my place, but surely the smart thing to do here is wait for another signal? We have nothing to go off, this is probably just the first part of orientation. I'm sure whoever brought us here is going to want to give us more information, now that we know who else is involved."

Jack nodded, but Atlas scowled.

"You're right. It's not your place. You're the odd one out here, Kurt. You were a tagalong."

Jack scoffed. "Enough, Atlas. Kurt made a good point. Henley? Merritt? You guys agree?"

Henley smiled. "I do. Digging isn't going to get us anywhere. There must be someone who wants something from all of us. And Kurt here is obviously a part of that plan or he wouldn't have been requested. We should keep our ears to the ground and keep in contact with each other in case something else happens."

Atlas snorted, but agreed nonetheless.

"If we're all agreed, we should go."

They quickly exchanged numbers, Atlas reluctantly storing Kurt's information in his phone.

Kurt and Jack left the alley, walking at a fast pace away from the scene. Jack thought it might have been a setup of some kind, so the further away they were from Times Square, the better.

"You okay, Kurt?"

"I'm okay. I'm mostly confused. And I hate being confused. This is like not being able to figure out how someone pulled off a trick, and also not really knowing what the trick is."

Jack chuckled. "You're right about that. So what do we do from here?"

Kurt shrugged. "You mind if I sleep over again?"

Jack patted Kurt's butt. "I think I'd prefer it."

"Then let's go, Copperfield."