WARNING: Some light bondage, m/s relationship here.

It was a few days later that Kurt's regrettable purchases began to arrive at the door. Santana and Kurt hadn't spoken much about that night, mainly because they couldn't get a moment alone without Rachel attempting to eaves drop or get some sort of juice out of them. It had given Kurt time to conclude that he perhaps did need to step out of his comfort zone.

"Well, well, well package for Kurt Hummel here!" Santana waved a discrete little box in the air. She paraded around the room with a sassy kick to her hips as if she dared anyone to stop her. Kurt practically pounced from the couch in a frightful attempt to hide his purchase before Santana had any more embarrassing ammunition, she could hold against him. Rachel, who was a little distracted by her dance practice tottered over to find Kurt attempting to grapple Santana's arm from above her head.

"Let's see what's in this box here." Santana giggled at his flustered Kurt was becoming. His cheeks were flared as red as her lipstick.

"That's not yours, give it back."

"What's in it." She managed to push him away and raced towards Kurt's bedroom. It was one of the two rooms that had a lock on the door. The other was the bathroom, and that was further away.

"Socks, San, it's just socks."

"Why do I think you're lying to me?" Santana sung, about to close Kurt's bedroom door on him. Kurt rammed his shoulder into the wood as if his life depended upon it. Rachel was babbling something behind him about playing nice. Kurt closed and locked the door behind him. now it was just Santana and Kurt. The boy scowled like a bull about to charge. Santana did not look at all phased, twisting the box teasingly in her hand.

"Come at me Hummel." She dared. And Kurt did, charging forward. Santana side stepped easily, sending Kurt face first onto his mattress. Before he knew what was happening Santana had pounced on his back, straddling him. she had pulled his arms behind his back and secured them with a heavy knee.

"San!" Kurt growled trying to wriggle free. "How the hell are you so heavy?"

"You should never say that about a lady, Kurt." He heard his package behind opened above him. "Well, well, well, what have we here." she released Kurt's arms but did not lift herself from his body. In fact, she sat herself down onto Kurt's ass as if it were a seat. if it wasn't for the complete anger he was feeling towards his friend, he may have enjoyed the weight pressing down on his hips. Her strong thighs prevented Kurt from crawling free, but he managed to twist himself to face her as she waved his purchase in front of his eyes. Kurt breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't the worst of the purchases.

"I would not have picked you for a latex sort of guy." Santana examined the cropped shirt with what Kurt suspected was a look of approval.

"Well, I suppose you could say Brit's cat look sort of inspired me."

"Did you get the correct lubricant to get this on?"

"I figured you might have some already."

"You would be correct. And what are you going to wear this with?"

"I have a leather harness in the mail." Santana could not have looked prouder at Kurt. She was basically bouncing with joy, which was a little awkward considering she was still straddling the boy.

"So, this means we'll be going out this weekend?"

"Sure, Friday night?"

"Oh, no, with what you're going to be wearing, we're going out on Saturday."

Santana was true to her word. Saturday night arrived and the next thing Kurt knew Santana was rubbing talcum powder over his shoulders and pulling the latex crop across his arms.

"Let's be honest Kurt, about sixty percent of your enthusiasm for this is towards the outfits."

"Hmm, I would say more like sixty-nine."

"Oh, snap!" Santana grinned. This evening she wore thigh high latex boots, a Madonna inspired metal studded bra and a red cheerleader's skirt which looked oddly like her Cheerio's uniform.

Kurt had his latex and harness, stretchier red pants this time and platform boots. He was going for a subtle seventies punk look with a metal chain dangling from his belt.

The friendship between them had grown in the past few weeks, even to the point where Kurt had trusted Santana enough to siphon through his wardrobe while Santana recounted all the adventures she had experienced. All the while, Rachel remained tactfully out of the loop but persistently never too far away from a closed door.

They donned their cloaks and dodged Rachel's persistent questions and eventually made it to the club. Santana was right to take them on Saturday night. The club had been decked out into a bondage themed. There was even a sign at the entrance saying, 'welcome to the dungeon' and there were a few more sex swings than Kurt remembered there to be. Danni greeted them at the desk, glad to see Kurt back again, she gave an even warmer grin towards Santana. The club was brimming with leather and latex. Santana moved her way towards the bar alongside Kurt. He gritted his teeth, knowing exactly what she was doing. Blaine was there, still wearing his black t-shirt uniform, only this time he had a studded doc collar around his neck, dressed for the theme of the night. Why on earth did Kurt find that so incredibly sexy?

"Hi San." Blaine called, finishing serving a man in a full-face mask. Kurt wondered how on earth he was going to drink anything, then Blaine added a straw to the glass.

"Hey Blaine. Two tequila's please."

"Anything for Kurt?" Kurt was about to decline when a tequila shot was placed under his nose. Blaine had been joking. God, why did his brain have to be so dumb?

"How was your exam?" Santana asked.

"It was alright, I guess." Blaine shrugged. "I'm terrible at studying, always get distracted. I've been told you've reserved a room for tonight."

"I have. Will you keep an eye on Kurt for me until I come back?" Blaine's eyes darted across to Kurt. Kurt was scowling at his friend. He wasn't some puppy dog that needed dog sitting while she went had had fun. Besides, Blaine was the one wearing the collar.

"It would be an honour." Blaine sung. Kurt assumed it was a terrible lie but hoped it wasn't. "Your master is waiting over there for you." Blaine pointed to the other end of the bar. A broad-shouldered tanned man with a Mohawk was standing. He wore cuffs around his wrists and a smirk on his lips but nothing else. He looked like someone, who if Kurt had seen on the streets, probably would have done his best to walk the other way. But when Santana eyed him, she broke out into a hungry grin.

"See you later, Kurt." She sung and gave a look that meant that by the time she returned he better have some gossip for her.

"You know, if you need help studying, I've heard a study buddy helps." Kurt suggested.

"Only if they are not easily distracted." Blaine replied. Before Kurt could add that he was very good at remaining on task, Blaine had bounced across the bar. Kurt gripped his empty tequila glass in frustration. Kurt watched the boy move and laugh and shake up cocktails with impressive biceps. When he returned, Blaine asked.

"So, are you studying?"

"At NYADA."

"You know, a lot of people have told me I am a bit of a drama queen, do you think that's enough experience to be a candidate for NYADA student study buddy?"

"Oh, I think that makes you pleasantly over qualified." Kurt flirted. Oh, he was flirting, and Blaine seemed to like it! They bantered back and forth through the night so much so that twice Blaine had to be told off for not serving waiting customers. Kurt, of course felt a little bad about this, so when two men approached him, he took the opportunity to allow Blaine to return to work.

A tall blond boy with a slender face grinned confidently, eyeing Kurt up and down. Beside him was a shorter boy whose face was obscured by a full mask with only two eye holes and a zipper over his lips. Around his neck was a collar attached to a chain leash being held by the first boy who lazed upon the bar.

"Hello." The man purred. Kurt was a little taken aback by such forwardness but found it oddly exhilarating. "Sebastian. This is my very naughty slave here, Wes." Wes lifted a cuffed hand and unzipped his mask to reveal a smile.

"Nice to meet you." He managed to say before Sebastian ordered him to

"Zip yourself closed. I never said you could speak." Wes did what he was told.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Kurt." Sebastian quickly cut to the chase.

"Wes here, has been misbehaving, and I would like your help to punish him."

"Oh, I don't think-"

"Oh please." Wes, interjected, unzipping himself again.

"What Wes means." Sebastian closed the gap between them with a wicked grin. He smelt like cinnamon. "Is that I would really like to watch my slave give you a blowjob." Kurt's entire body rushed with something he couldn't completely control.

"Sure." Kurt breathed, a little light headed by Sebastian's assertive charms. Part of him could see why he had a man chained by the neck so willingly by his side. Sebastian took his hand and gently lead him towards a chair up on the other side of the bar. It was elevated and decked with towels, lube and condoms. Sebastian sat Kurt down and settled right beside him.

"You smell really good." Kurt giggled as Sebastian began to nuzzle at his neck. His fingers began to explore the man's bare chest, he didn't even realise Wes kneeling between his legs, beginning to unbutton his pants.

"May I tie up your hands?" Sebastian motioned towards a set of cuffs above his head." Kurt nodded and with gentle hands, Sebastian kissed each wrist before placing them in the Velcro cuffs. Kurt's cock was pulsing more than he realised and when he looked down, Wes, in his mask was waiting eagerly for his master's command. Sebastian reached across and gave Wes a condom to apply which he did with skilled hands. Sebastian tilted his slaves chin towards him and tenderly unzipped his lips.

"Will you do this for me, babe?" Sebastian purred, his lips inches away from Wes', "I would love to watch you suck this gorgeous man's cock. Make him come for me." Wes leant in for a kiss, but Sebastian pulled away. "You have to earn it." He whispered.

Wes' thick lips pushed themselves down onto Kurt.

"Oh my!" Kurt pushed himself back into the lounge as Wes dipped his head between his legs. Sebastian was kneeing beside him, muttering dirty words in his ear. Kurt could barely concentrate, twisting his wrists against the cuffs, trying to make sense of the pleasures his body was experiencing. The pressure and the heat around him pulled something from inside of him that he didn't know was there.

"Yes." He whimpered. His head was pulsing with each slick lick of Wes' tongue. Kurt's brain wasn't working anymore, he looked out across the club. The seat he had chosen happened to look directly across from the bar. He could see Blaine serving from where he sat. Kurt's eyes followed him, his arousal filling everything beneath his waist.

"More Wes, he wants more."

'Yes, please, please, more." Kurt panted. Wes moved faster, diving deeper. Kurt could feel his head hit the back of Wes' throat. He was close, he was so close, that hot wetness around his cock was nothing Kurt could have ever imagined. Kurt clenched his eyes as his body released everything it had.

"Fuck, Blaine!" Kurt gasped as he felt the electricity course down his hips and through his cock. He hadn't even realised what he had said until Sebastian reached up to release his wrists. Kurt was panting, his vision a little spotted.

"Hmmm, Blaine, you say." Kurt's heart suddenly filled with embarrassment. "You realise the staff are forbidden to mingle with the customers." Disappointment sunk into Kurt as Wes was ordered to clean up.

"Cheer up, Kurt." Wes whispered when Sebastian was out of ear shot. "Seb only found this out when Blaine told him to stop flirting with him." This didn't make Kurt feel better at all. But perhaps it was better he found out now, then let himself get his hopes up. Kurt was sure he had imagined it, but for a moment he had sworn, that from across the club, Blaine had been looking directly at him.

Kurt didn't return to the bar after. His legs were a little wobbly and head a little dizzy, so he took a seat in the lounge area where he found Brittany dancing. She was decorated in a silver bra and an incredible amount of body glitter. Santana was nowhere to be found.

"Hi Kurt." Brittany swung around the pole three times before bouncing down beside him on the couch. She swung her legs across him casually.

"Hi Brit. You're not with Santana?"

"She's with Puck tonight." Brittany still smelt like candy and Kurt kind of liked how it matched her personality.

"I had a dream you were a cat the other night." Kurt made conversation.

"I was?" there was a strange brightness to her eyes. "Oh, I would love to be a cat. Do you think that's weird?"

"Brit, everything about you is weird, so what?" Brit responded by snuggling her head into Kurt's neck. Was she purring?

"I would love to be a cat for a while, just curled up on the couch, in the corner of the room, no one paying attention to me, just talking about their own lives. Giving me scratches down my back. Nothing sexual, but people always think I'm dumb, and cats are so smart. I tried to be a cat at home but Lord Tubbington hates other cats, so he gets mad at me. And I'm afraid to tell Santana because I worry, she will think I'm weird and won't understand." Kurt held Brittany as she muttered her concerns.

"So, you just want to prowl around the house, just being a cat?" Kurt asked quizzically.

"Yeah."

"Nothing sexual?"

"Nope."

"You know, I sometimes have the house to myself. I wouldn't mind having a cat." Brittany looked as if were Christmas.

"Really? But please don't feed me cat food. Peanut butter and cereal are better."

"Only if you're a human in the bathroom, I'm not cleaning any litter trays."

"Thankyou, Kurt." Brittany snuggled her nose deeper into Kurt's neck before pulling him to his feet to dance.

Don't worry, there will be Klaine next chapter