Kurt went to the club the next week and the week after as well. He spent a little less time at the bar after what Sebastian had said. It had played around on his mind, wondering why Santana hadn't told him not to waste his time on Blaine. Was she that cruel? Perhaps she just hadn't known the rules? Despite the lack of flirting between himself and Blaine, Kurt continued his visits to the club. This was mainly because he enjoyed spending time with Brittany and Santana, and because where else was he going to wear the ridiculous outfits he had purchased?

This evening Blaine wasn't at the bar. Kurt sat there, a little lost. Despite keeping his distance, he had found Blaine's presence in the backdrop of various bottles of alcohol comforting. He hadn't had anymore adventures since the night had had met Sebastian and Wes. Although he didn't regret it, he had wished he hadn't said Blaine's name. Kurt moped on the swivel chair while Brittany flirted with a tall blond boy in gold shorts. Apparently, there was a rave wrestle on one of the upper floors. Kurt didn't have access to those areas, not unless he become a full member.

Kurt wasn't sure what a rave-wrestle was, but it sounded rather messy.

"Hey." Kurt felt a hand to his flank and a gentle breath by his ear. He would recognise that voice anywhere. The hand spun him around on his chair and he was eye to eye with Blaine's beaming grin.

"Hi, yourself." The butterflies had returned.

"Come with me." Blaine took his hand, and before Kurt knew it, was being led towards a secret door behind a book self. The heat from his touch left Kurt's breath catching.

"Where are we going?"

"I'm working on the upper level tonight." Blaine closed the book shelf behind him. They were in a narrow corridor. Neither of them moved, almost chest to chest in the stairwell. He could smell the sharp cologne on Blaine's skin. The black t-shirt he wore revealed the peak of nipples riding against the fabric. It took every ounce of self-control for Kurt not to reach out and touch him, and there Blaine was, not moving, not pulling him up the stairwell, as if he was waiting for something. Kurt finally met those hazel eyes, those gorgeous puppy-dog eyes. Blaine looked like he was lost for words and confused about what he was doing. Kurt breathed in that intoxicating scent for one more moment before breaking the thick tension in the air. "Up the stairs?" Kurt asked. He forced himself not to read into any of this. He remembered what Sebastian had said.

"Yes, yes, up the stairs." They were still holding hands. Neither had even realised. Blaine pulled his away as they ascended. His eyes cast sideways as if holding back. Kurt was certainly reading too much into this. "This is the staff stairwell." Blaine explained, regaining his calm demeanour. It was as if that moment never happened. Blaine took them up two flights of stairs and around a curtain. They found themselves looking out across a blue lighted floor with loud pumping music. Everyone was covered with Fluro paint. In the centre of the floor was a wrestling pen. Two men were grapping with each other in white shorts.

Blaine expected Kurt to weave himself forward into the crowed, but he remained standing very close. He was due back to the bar in ten minutes, so he could spend a moment with Kurt, perhaps figure out why he hadn't seen him around as much.

"If this isn't your thing, there's a very raunchy burlesque style performance next week." When Blaine talked his lips were directly behind Kurt's ear, having to lean close to be heard over the music that thudded so loud it bounced in their chests.

"It's fine." Kurt's voice was higher than he wanted it to be. He was focusing on trying to control the excitement rolling through his stomach. He swore he felt Blaine's fingertips run up and down his arm, but he couldn't have been sure, he was experiencing a sensory overload, the lights, the music, the rolling tumble of the two Fluro bodies before him. Really, the only body that was important was the one behind him. Blaine lifted his wrist and wrapped a green wrist band around it.

"Now, don't do anything too conspicuous. I can't afford to get in trouble for sneaking you up here." Blaine didn't realise how his light words sent unease through Kurt. He didn't want Blaine to risk his job over him. "White was a good choice tonight." Kurt looked down at the white shorts he had chosen. God, did Blaine expect him to wrestle?

"The queue is over there." Blaine rotated Kurt with a push to the small of his back. "I have to go back to work. Santana is somewhere up here too. She's wanting to be this month's champion, but Lauren always wins. Whatever you do, don't fight Lauren, she will break you."

Thank God Kurt never ran into this mysterious Lauren, but, after finding Santana utterly covered in paint, she forced him into line. He was paired up with the man in the golden shorts from down stairs. He was tall, and broad and way too buff for Kurt to even stand a chance.

"This isn't fair, no, can't I be paired with one of the girls?"

"I think your missing the point of this wrestling." Santana mused. "He's gorgeous." Yes, yes, he was, with heavy lips and a firm jaw. Kurt slipped across the painted surface, almost falling flat on his face before the game had even started. The man he was pitted against rallied up the crowd, not that they needed rallying. Half were cheering and the other half were dancing.

"Don't worry, I'll go gentle. I'm Sam." The blond boy gave a wink before the bell dinged. The next thing Kurt knew was that he was rolling around on the paint, while more paint was being sprayed on top of them. Sam had pinned him down, but with Kurt's nimble body, he had managed to worm his way out, tugging Sam's arm behind him and kneeling on his back, just as Santana had done to him weeks ago. So, this is where she was perfecting her wrestling techniques. Kurt found the sensation of grappling with another body exhilarating. His hands pushed and rolled against hard muscle, his body felt weightless as Sam tossed him this way and that. The wrestling played upon that instinctive urge to fight and it felt like a ready bull inside of him, ready to lunge forward. All too soon the bell dinged, signalling the end of the fight. Kurt was on his back, a thigh hooked around Sam's arm, trying to free his shoulder from his grip. Sam was panting, dripping paint.

"You put up a good fight, Kurt. You've got more power in you than you look." Wait? How did Sam know his name? he hadn't mentioned it? Kurt took the bath robe that was handed to him and the bottle of water and cleaned his face. He caught a glimpse of Santana readying herself for her fight. Oh, she was going in topless! When she started warming up with a few mini jumps Kurt knew it was time to go to the bar. The man he had wrestled was there, talking to Blaine. They were laughing, Blaine blushing as he poured a drink. Gosh, he was gorgeous when he blushed. Kurt swooned a little on his chair. Then the realisation hit him. Blaine was flirting. They even shared some strange secret hand shake. Oh, how lamely adorable, Kurt thought bitterly. He finished his bottle of water and went back into the wrestling queue. He participated in a few more wrestles, and watched Santana throttle some poor brunette that didn't stand a chance, but the infamous Lauren returned the karma back on Santana.

Kurt was wiping the paint from his face when he eyed Blaine.

"My shift ends in five minutes. Wait for me?" Kurt nodded. Of course, he would wait. He also wondered what the blond boy in the golden shorts would think about this arrangement. Five minutes felt like forever, but eventually Blaine slipped free from the bar with an almighty grin upon his face.

"You missed a spot." Before he knew it, Blaine's thumb rubbed gently across Kurt's cheek. "Are you ok? You look a little shocked."

"I'm fine." Kurt wasn't. he was trying to stop his imagination running wild. Blaine's eyes, his face, it was so expressive. Kurt could have watched it all day. Those heavy eyebrows, wide eyes, those moving lips. Moving lips! Kurt concentrate on what he's saying!

"So, I can take you down stairs if you want? Or there are showers?"

"Downstairs is fine." Kurt answered quickly "I don't particularly fancy showering in a public place."

"Wise choice." Blaine took his hand again and they slipped back down the stairwell. It was quieter in the narrow walkway and even thought Kurt knew where they were going Blaine didn't let go of his hand.

"So, whose your friend in the gold shorts." Kurt asked as casually as possible.

"Oh, Sam."

"How did he know my name?" Blaine paused at the stairwell, looking a little sheepish.

"I may have… mentioned you to him."

"Why?" Kurt eyed all the little changes in Blaine's expression as he leant against the hand railing. Kurt leant against the wall, hands coyly behind his back.

"No reason, just talking about work."

"Oh." Kurt sounded disappointed. "So, Sam is just a friend?"

"Just a friend." Blaine assured. Kurt let out an audible breath.

"What did you say about me?"

"Oh, nothing." Blaine shrugged. "I may have mentioned you once or twice and he insisted on checking you out."

"I like the handshake you two have."

"I'll teach it to you one day, but for now, Kurt, I've been wanting to do this all night."

Blaine closed the gap between them, their chest's pressing together. Kurt breathing in that intoxicating scent. Blaine's lips dipped dangerously close to the groove in Kurt's neck. The whimper that escaped Kurt's lips make Blaine groan. Before Kurt knew what, he was doing, Kurt's hands were on his chest, pushing him away.

"No." Kurt was flustered. "I can't let you-"

"Oh, I'm sorry Kurt, I didn't mean to be so forward. I-" their quick words overlapped.

"I can't let you risk your job." Kurt finished.

"What?"

"One of the guys a few weeks ago, said that staff were forbidden to see customers. Which, I suppose is a fair policy, but I can't let you lose your job over me." Blaine looked like he was about to laugh. He had a sideways smile on his lips.

"That wouldn't have happened to be Sebastian, would it?"

"Yeah, it was." Kurt was surprised, Blaine just shook his head and closed the gap between them again. Two strong hands placed themselves on Kurt's hips. Thumbs rolled over his hip bones.

"I only told him that because I wanted him to leave me alone." Blaine's eyes watched Kurt's expression change from sadness to delight. "He can be incredibly persistent. I was quite surprised when you went off with him." Kurt blushed a little at the memory. He wondered what Blaine thought of that. For a moment he couldn't look Blaine in the eyes.

"Relax, Kurt." Blaine took a hand to turn Kurt's cheek back to him. "You don't work in a place like this to pass judgment." He wanted nothing more than to close the gap between them, before his erection did it for him.

"So, you're not upset?" That was a stupid thing to say, why on Earth would Blaine be upset? He barely knew the guy.

"Quite on the contrary." Blaine raised a luxurious eyebrow. "Have you ever heard of an acoustic mirror?"

"No." Blaine brushed his lips across Kurt's soft cheek. Where he touched, Kurt's skin tingled. The tip of Blaine's nose was cold.

"What about a whispering gallery?" He whispered. Kurt almost dropped to his knees with the sensation of breath buzzing through his brain.

"No." Kurt's mouth became dry as Blaine hummed against him. The gap between them was next to nothing now. The gentle brush of fabric touching fabric against his crotch was as if his cock was being stroked. Then Blaine closed that gap completely, his cock hard and very much against Kurt's paint covered pants.

"Well then, I have to say, although it's extremely flattering, you really shouldn't be saying another boys name when you come." Before Kurt could even begin feel utterly embarrassed Blaine's lips met his. Thank god for their bodies pressed against one another to provide support because Kurt was sure his legs were failing him. Blaine's lips were soft and slipped over Kurt's as if he had kissed him a thousand times before. Without realising that he was doing it, Kurt was thrusting and rolling his hips over Blaine's his body wanting more than the mere suggestion of a cock through jeans. From the pressure he was putting on the small of Kurt's back and his ass cheek, Blaine wanted the same thing. Kurt's hands worked on their own accord, running themselves up under Blaine's shirt. His skin was soft, flawless, his flanks were solid with muscle.

Kurt had never been kissed like this. Blaine's tongue raked the roof of Kurt's mouth, and his lips sucked down on Kurt's when it ventured forward. The moans he made were a deep growl that excited something deep in the pit of Kurt's cock. He wanted to make more sounds like that come from Blaine, he wanted to make an orchestra's worth.

"Come home with me, please." Blaine begged between kisses. "Sorry, I know that sounds so forward, I mean, I…"

"Yes." Kurt's fingers danced along the margins of Blaine's belt. He could feel the soft fuzz of the beginnings of a snail trail. It was like a yellow brick road that dared Kurt to trace down deeper. But before he could, Blaine pulled himself away. His lips were wet with fresh kisses. He almost looked surprised that Kurt had said yes, surprised but ecstatic.

He took Kurt's hand and pressed a tender kiss to the inside of his wrist. Kurt's palm pressed against his cheek and he just wanted to melt into it. The fact that Kurt was shaking slightly didn't go un-noted. Blaine remembered what Santana had said about Kurt and it made him kiss that wrist again.

"Text Santana so she knows your safe." Blaine led them down the rest of the stairwell towards the exit.

"Santana is the last person I want to tell about this." Kurt's grumble made Blaine laugh. The sound was musical.

Kurt was very fortunate that Santana's phone was locked away while she was wrestling, otherwise Kurt's phone would have been assaulted with a string of lewd comments and sleazy advice. He made sure to turn his phone off so what ever happened in Blaine's apartment wouldn't be interrupted by a nosey friend.