Rachel may not have had a Mexican third eye or Kurt's uncanny ability to determine the next fashion trend, but she could most certainly sense her two friends were hiding something from her. This was why, when Kurt and Santana slunk out of the apartment in their long coats, Rachel decided to follow. Dressed in a tartan skirt and one of her old sweaters, she copied their large cloak idea and borrowed one of Kurt's from his wardrobe before beginning her investigation. She followed them down the street, sneaking behind lamp posts and post boxes. Kurt was wearing platform shoes! Rachel sneered her nose at that, what a terrible choice, had Kurt gone insane? Was Santana laughing? Rachel wondered if they were wearing straight jackets underneath those cloaks, if there weren't, perhaps it was a good suggestion as they surely had lost their minds.
Kurt and Santana's second senses were on holiday that night and neither of them noticed Rachel following them. Danni took their cloaks as always with a rather large smile directed towards Santana.
Once tey were through to the club, Kurt asked Santana "I never asked you how your date went with Brit the other day?"
"It went well." Santana sung. She was dressed a little more conservatively this evening, with a high waisted high split blue velvet skirt, which, when she spun, revealed her legs all the way up to her ass cheeks. She paired this with a black bra that strapped and weaved across her chest.
"And? Anything else?" Kurt bounced excitedly, he loved playing match maker.
"Oh My God, Santana, you're blushing!" Kurt did a little happy dance, which was rather difficult in platform shoes, but he was trying something different. After playing rebellious student Kurt, it had unlocked Kurt's confidence and he was revealing far more than he thought he would ever be comfortable with. He wore a white leather harness with nothing but a bit of body paint underneath. Santana had let her artistic side run a little wild and painted an Escher tessellation style pattern down his right flank. He was receiving some rather obvious compliments too, men and women eyeing him up and down as they weaved through the club.
"Hi Kurt." It was the blond boy from the wrestling night. Sam, Kurt remembered his name. He was sitting by the bar with his hands tied behind his back. There was a drink with a straw in int in front of him.
"Where's Blaine tonight?" Kurt asked, he couldn't see him behind the bar.
"I don't know." Sam leant forward and sipped his drink.
"You know, with your hands behind your back, I may have a chance at beating you at wrestling."
"Are you declaring a re-match?"
"Maybe. On the condition that if you win, you must verse Blaine. I don't have a chance and whopping his ass, but someone needs to put him in his place." Kurt sung.
"Oh, trust me, we have done our fair share of wrestling in high school."
"Did you now?" this peaked his curiosity.
"Not, like that, I mean, like actual wrestling." Sam blustered a little. Kurt raised his eyebrow. There had totally been more than just 'wrestling' going on at Dalton.
"So, Dalton had a wrestling team?" Kurt pried.
"Um… no."
"Right." Suspicions confirmed.
"But they did have boxing lessons, Blaine's good at boxing. I also devised Blaine's current exercise routine, you are welcome." Sam recovered with a hint of pride in his voice.
"So why aren't we using our hands today, Sam?" With Sam's hands pulled behind him, his chest puffed forward. Kurt admired the ridge of his pecks and blushed at his own thoughts. He can't bee perving on his lover's best friend. And now he was imagining Blaine and Sam wrestling. Bad, Kurt, Bad! Rebellious Kurt was getting out of hand.
"It's Mr E's orders." Sam explained.
"Mr E?"
"He's a Master. He's very good at what he does, doesn't leave a mark or a bruise. He's the only one I trust." Sam spun on his chair, showing off his flawless skin. He was right, not a mark at all. "Being a model and all, can't be covered in bruises. But I'm into ladies, I swear. It's not like that."
"Sure Sam, sure."
"And you don't have to worry about me and Blaine, after what happened in high school and all, he's-"
"Wait, high school? Blaine mentioned he cheated on someone in high school?"
"Blaine tends to over dramatize things. We made out once when he was in a relationship with someone else. It was at a party and we were both drunk. But he beat himself up about it, like, a lot. We stopped wrestling after that." Sam looked a little sad at that. His drink was almost empty, and his straw couldn't reach the last of the cup. Kurt pushed the glass closer for Sam to finish.
"Thanks man. So, are you and Blaine a thing now? I don't think Blaine dates all that much to be honest."
"Um, I'm not sure, we never really spoke about what we are. Did he say anything to you?"
"He really likes you." Sam admitted but Kurt didn't hear. His eyes fluttered past Sam to the girl in the ridiculously out of place sweater behind him.
"Oh, um… oh, shit, I have to go." Rachel was here, her eyes searching. Kurt scrambled from his chair and raced in the opposite direction. This left Sam awfully confused and concerned.
"Excuse me, sir, um, have you seen a boy in platform shoes around here?" Sam stared at the wide eyed girl in the short skirt. She looked like a conservative Brittany Spears. He could totally dig that look if the girl wearing it didn't have those crazy-eyes. she seemed rather intense.
"Um, I don't really notice peoples shoes." Sam replied. The girls eyes eyed him up and down. "You can touch me if you like." Sam flirted.
"Oh, I'm good, thanks." Her fingers twitched a little with the offer. She slipped away back into the crowed.
Blaine popped up beside the counter, refilling Sam's drink. "So, what did he say?" Blaine bopped enthusiastically. He had been down in the storeroom.
"Why don't you just ask him yourself." Sam sighed. His friend was grinning like a school girl, waiting for Sam's gossip.
"Sometimes people say more when they aren't speaking directly to the person. So, what did you two talk about."
"Well, we spoke about wrestling, and how we wrestled in high school, about how we made out that one time and when I asked him if you two were a thing now, he ran away."
Blaine's face dropped and turned whiter than Kurt's skin. It was only once Sam spoke about their conversation out loud that he realised too.
"Oh dear."
"Sam! God, no wonder he ran way. He probably thinks we've got some unfinished romance going on." Blaine paced behind the bar. "Oh, no, no, this is bad, no, no."
"It's ok Blaine, I'll just go find him and explain it's only a bromance."
"You most certainly will not. And please don't use the word bromance. And Mr E is ready for you and you don't want to keep him waiting."
"You're right, I really don't. But let this be a lesson to you. If you want to find out what someone thinks of you, ask them yourself." Sam hopped from his seat, hands locked behind his back and strode off to one of the private rooms. Blaine had no choice but to stew over his worry while he served drinks and organised people's requests.
"Danni, can you do me a favour?" Danni with her short-cropped hair looked very confused at Kurt's panicked face.
"Oh, God, what's wrong?" Instinctively she picked up the phone to call someone.
"No, no, no. I ah, I just need somewhere to hide from my friend."
'She can't be much of a friend if you have to hide from her." Danni mocked.
"Please Dannie."
"Fine." She sighed and motioned for Kurt to slip into the cloak closet. "Can I trust you not to try on everyone's coats?"
"As long as you promise not to make a coming out of the closet joke." Kurt shoved himself between two rather stylish jackets, one was denim, studded across the sleeves, and the other a classy suit jacket with purple trim. Not trying on the clothes would be a real test of his self-control.
"So why are you hiding in here? Run into an ex or something."
"Our room mate followed us here. Is there any way I can warn Santana?"
"Oh Santana's on one of the upper floors tonight, if your friend finds herself up there, Santana will be the last thing on her mind. Speaking of Santana, do you know if she's seeing anyone?"
"Oh, ah, I think she is."
"Do you know if it's exclusive?"
"I'm sorry Danni, I would have no idea. They've only been on one date, but I can tell they like each other." Danni couldn't hide her disappointment. She changed the subject.
"Your friend is the weird girl with the sweater, right?"
"Yup."
"Oh speak of the devil, quick hide." Danni shoved Kurt back in the closet but left the door open a crack.
"Hi." Rachel sung, her voice high with frustration. "I need you to help me find my friends. Can you tell me where they might be."
"I can help you out with that." Danni offered. "What is their name?"
"Kurt Hummel, Santana Lopez." Kurt could hear Rachel's nails wrapping against the counter. Danni took her time tapping at the computer system.
"Hmmm, no one here by that name. People sometimes use false names, or you might just have the wrong place."
"No, I swore they came in here."
"There's a night club next door, they could be there."
"No, no I insist, they are here."
"Do you know what they were wearing? What they look like?"
"A guy my age, brown hair, pale skin, wearing stupid platform shoes."
Hey, my shoes aren't stupid, Kurt thought internally.
"You know what, I did see some guy in platforms tonight. I remember them because they were rather ridiculous. I think he might be on the basement level."
"Perfect, now, how do I get there?"
"Oh, well, our basement level has a strict dress code." Danni informed. Kurt struggled to keep a straight face. Perhaps he was wrong about Santana and Brittany, Danni was really winning points here.
"Dress code? I think what I'm wearing is extremely appropriate considering what I saw in there."
"You'll need to leave your sweater here, and any shirt you have on underneath."
"You want me to go topless?"
"It's policy, I'm afraid. Oh, and you'll need this." Danni disappeared into the cloak room, rummaged around for a bit until she found a lost and found box. She quickly showed Kurt what she had in her hand and Kurt had to stifle a snicker.
"A gimp mask!"
"I can store your clothing in the coat room, it will be perfectly safe." Danni ignored Rachel's horror. Kurt keeled over silently with laughter. He would give anything to see Rachels face right now.
"Fine. Kurt has a lot of explaining to do." Rachel's words became muffled as she spoke and Kurt knew she was putting on her mask.
"Right this way, Rachel." Danni spoke, and a shirt and a sweater were carelessly tossed into the cloak room. It didn't take long for Danni to return to fetch Kurt.
"Danni, you are my new favourite person." Kurt embraced the woman in a hug. "I owe you one."
"Just put in a good word for me with Santana, ok?"
"Oh, trust me, I'll tell her what you did."
"I'll warn her about Rachel if she hasn't run away screaming by that point… or maybe she might enjoy it."
"That might make Rachel cool, and that's impossible." As much as he loved hid friend, the past few months with Rachel had been a nightmare. This was a rather therapeutic prank that not only satisfied Kurt's urge for revenge for her constant singing, but also hopefully would dislodge that giant stick of her ass.
That stick was unfortunately not dislodged from Rachel's ass, if anything her adventures from last night had secured that ridged pole further up the place where the sun doesn't shine. Santana and Kurt had made it back unnoticed, but Rachel insisted that she had seen them walk into the club, and so it was impossible for her to have been mistaken.
Before Kurt had managed to make his morning coffee Rachel was lecturing them both across the kitchen counter top.
"What were you thinking going into a place like that?"
"What are you talking about, Rachel?" Santana played along, hearing Kurt's adventures with Danni.
"That sex club." She whispered as if it was a dirty word.
"The what club?"
"The sex club!"
"There's a sex club?" Santana mocked. "Did you hear Kurt? There's a sex club!"
"I did not, Santana. Tell me, why was Rachel in a sex club? Those NYADA boys too vanilla for you?"
"Kurt! I saw you two enter. I can't believe you, what would your parents think?"
"Looking at the evidence here, you're the only one who admits to entering this sex club, so the correct question is what would your parents think."
Rachel stammered like a stupid fish for a moment before sky rocketing into a torrent of arguments ranging from 'safe sex' to 'what if the future paparazzi found out about this?'. By the time the kettle boiled Santana had just about enough. She marched into her room and returned with something behind her back. Rachel was still talking and didn't noticed her friend behind her.
"… and then I went down into the basement and…. igignahflynsnckvkt." Santana had successfully muzzled Rachel with a red ball gag.
"Now we can have our breakfast in peace and quiet, Kurt."
"Can we leave that on her all day? We should have thought of this earlier."
Kurt was a little concerned when Blaine didn't message him that morning. He hadn't seen him at the club, so he expected just a little message asking how his night was. When that didn't come, Kurt thought perhaps he was sleeping after a long shift, and when it came to three in the afternoon, he supposed Blaine was studying. For that reason, Kurt didn't text him, not wanting to disturb Blaine, knowing how easily distracted he could be. The next day Kurt had a full day of theatre practice, so although his phone was in the back of his mind, didn't get a chance to text or use it all day. By the third day of not hearing from Blaine, Kurt began to feel the deep sense of disappointment. Had Blaine just used him? It was at this point that Kurt didn't want to text Blaine. If he did receive that rejection then that was it, it was over, and Kurt wasn't prepared for that. He would rather be miserable in a Schrodinger's cat state of mind.
Being in a completely rational and totally not overly dramatic, Kurt assumed the worst. Blaine had used him! Kurt wanted nothing more than to run home, fall on his bed and cry. Something was blocking his way However, as soon as class finished, or rather someone.
"Oh, hi Adam."
"Hi Kurt, you are looking a little down today, might I ask what is on your mind?" He was so polite with his English accent.
"Oh, nothing. Just waiting for someone to text me, and they haven't." Kurt sighed, pulling his satchel across his shoulders.
"Well, why don't you text me instead." Kurt paused for a moment. There was a flirtation in Adam's voice.
"You've already got my number from that group assignment." Kurt replied.
"I know, but if I texted you, I would say this?" he quickly got out his phone and seconds later Kurt's buzzed.
Would you like to go out with me?
"Adam." Kurt sighed, clearly not in the mood.
"Aw come on Kurt. I know a little romance never fails to cheer you up, we could take a nice stroll in the park, maybe find some last-minute tickets to a show?"
"I don't feel like it." What was the point on romance anyway?
"Kurt?"
"Adam, you seem really nice, but I just want to go home."
"Rain check?"
"Maybe." Kurt shrugged, unenthused. For some reason a romantic date to the theatre didn't seem all that appealing. If anything, it seemed rather bland and boring. If he couldn't find romance with Blaine, then what hope did he have in finding romance anywhere? If Blaine just used him, then maybe that was how the world was this day and age. There were sex clubs, one-night stands, maybe Kurt just had to get used to that. He had to forget this idea of romance, compared to sex it didn't seem all that interesting anyway, at least, that's what he told himself.
"Just, call me if you need someone to talk to, ok?" Adam's sincerity was sweet, and if Kurt was in a better mood, he would have appreciated it. But right now, his friend felt more like a nuisance.
"I will." Kurt rushed from the theatre fumbling into his satchel for his phone. He hadn't peaked at it since class started. But before he could swipe open his screen, he tottered down the stairwell (he had learnt the hard way not to look at his phone going down the stair case.)
When he veered around the corner, about to exit the building, someone else blocked his path.
"Hi Kurt." Kurt's heart somehow managed to leap and sink at the same time. If Blaine was going to be the bearer of bad news, he at least did have the decency to do it in person. Kurt could feel his heart tearing already. He could see it in Blaine's expression on his face. He looked troubled.
"Can we talk?" Oh God, there it was, those words.
"What are you doing here? This is my school."
Blaine was dressed in a pastel blue collard shirt and tan pants. He looked meek, almost innocent compared to his usual James Dean inspired t-shirt and jeans.
"You wouldn't answer your phone this afternoon. I got worried so I called Santana, and in her words, not mine, she said 'just get your ass over there and talk to the idiot.' So, here I am."
"Oh, ok, lets get this over with." Blaine's brow furrowed at the coldness of Kurt's words. Perhaps he really had taken what Sam had said to heart. Blaine shouldn't have waited three days for Kurt to text him. He kicked himself for not just dialling Kurt's number and talking to him forty-eight hours ago.
"Could we go somewhere private?" Blaine wanted to reach out and take Kurt's hand, but they were firmly clasped to his satchel strap. He followed Kurt down the hall into an empty class room. The class room was small, it was one of the tutorial rooms, with a blackboard at the front and wooden desks. They kept it this way because, according to the theatre department, they wanted the atmosphere of something out of 'Dead Poet Society'. Kurt thought it was because they didn't want to waste funding updating the rooms.
Blaine locked the door behind them. Kurt stood beside one of the desks, placing his bag on the floor. He sucked in a harsh breath, dreading to hear the next words about to come from Blaine's lips. If only there was a way to delay the inevitable…. Perhaps there was. They were in a class room after all.
"I know we never really got to defining what this is." Blaine started, walking slowly words Kurt, motioning between them. "We kind of jumped right to the… you know."
"I know." Kurt clenched his jaw. All the while Blaine spoke, Kurt wished he wasn't, wished he could remain being Schrodinger's cat for a little while longer. "And Sam told me what he told you, and I'm sorry if you got the wrong impression about us."
That was it, Kurt couldn't let him continue. He needed Blaine just one last time, just once more before reality crashed down around him. Kurt reached forward and grabbed two fistfuls of Blaine's shirt front, smashing their lips together. Blaine was caught completely by surprise. His nervous insides flipped downwards into his pants that were being pressed by Kurt's body. Kurt had never kissed him like this before, in fact, no one had. It was wild, instinctive. Kurt went from biting his lower lip to slipping his tongue down the back of Blaine's throat.
"Kurt, Kurt, what are you doing?" Blaine gasped for air. Kurt was already untucking his shirt.
"What? Afraid of getting caught Mr Anderson?" Kurt purred. Blaine groaned, what sexy monster had he unleashed? Talking could wait. Right now, Kurt was insatiable, but… was that a tear in his eye? Blaine didn't have time to catch another look, because his shirt was being pulled up over his head.
"This is hardly appropriate student behaviour, Kurt." Blaine managed to play along, hoisting Kurt up around the hips and sitting him onto one of the desks. Kurt lay down, his head and shoulders dangling off the edge of the table top, feeling Blaine's fingers unbutton his short, and lips kiss his exposed skin. But the touch was too gentle, too sweet. It was almost like Blaine cared about him. Kurt didn't want that, he didn't want that false tenderness. He wanted to be rough, to surge his anger through his body and purge. Kurt leapt from the table and pushed Blaine back against the teacher's desk.
"Kurt, I didn't realise three days without me would affect you like this." Blaine laughed, enjoying the way Kurt's fingers ran with a dangerous amount of pressure down his rib cage.
"You're the one who didn't call." Kurt smashed their lips together again before Blaine could say anything more. Their hips rutted hard. Their bodies ached and their cocks stretched out for one another. Kurt's usually agile fingers fumbled at Blaine's belt. They were shaking so much Blaine reached down and helped. It was at this point Blaine did realise Kurt was crying. It was just one tear, just a raindrop of wetness down the side of his cheek, but his eyes were glassy as if he was holding more back.
"Kurt?" Blaine reached a thumb to wipe his cheek clean, but Kurt caught it, flicked his hand and bit down against his wrist, flicking his tongue over that sensitive skin.
"Turn around for me." Kurt ordered, dropping Blaine's wrist. Blaine nodded, understanding Kurt didn't want to talk. He assumed something must have happened at school, perhaps he didn't go so well in an assessment. Blaine understood sometimes you just needed to let that anger out. He would be there for Kurt, he would be honoured to, he could be everything Kurt needed him to be.
"Yes Kurt." Blaine helped Kurt unbuckle his own pants, and gently caressed Kurt's sturdy cock. He watched how Kurt's eyes fluttered closed with a sigh. He wanted to feel those eyelashes flutter against his lips. Blaine reached forward to do so but Kurt and gripped his hips, spun him around and bent him down across the desk.
"Here." Blaine dug into his pocket before Kurt pulled his pants down passed Blaine's knees, putting a condom on the table for him. Kurt didn't say anything, not even a thank you. His mouth was too occupied with Blaine's ass cheeks in front of him. Blaine felt the sharp graze of teeth against his skin, then another, and another. Kurt was like a lion digging into his meal. His claws raked down Blaine's' flesh, his growls reverberating down Blaine's skin. His rough tongue licked from the base of his crack, up his spine to the nape of his neck. It made Blaine shiver and swear under his breath. Then he felt Kurt's cock slit between his thighs. Blaine toyed with him and snapped his legs shut around Kurt. It earnt him a nip behind his ear.
"Stop teasing Mr Anderson." Kurt demanded. Kurt's cock pulsed between that sandwich of muscle.
"Have you been a good student, Kurt?"
"I don't think you are after a good student, are you?" Kurt didn't wait for an answer, he wedged his knee between Blaine and forced his legs apart. While Kurt rolled on the condom, he took the time to commit Blaine's body to memory. His back muscles rose and fell like ripples in a pond, his face turned slightly behind, the profile of his nose and lips visible. His eye was watching Kurt.
"Suck your fingers." Blaine offered. Kurt did one better, he leant forward for Blaine to suck them for him. he loved the feeling of Blaine's tongue rolling and sucking. It also meant Kurt was closer to Blaine's skin and he committed the smell of his skin to memory. It was the spice of his hair gel mixed with a hint of sweat. Although he hated the way that gel made his hair feel, it smelt so good. Kurt retreated with his fingers and began to play and tease Blaine's hole. The moment of memory and tenderness was over. And as Blaine began to open for him, Kurt's anger at his own foolishness returned. It returned in the form of sharp press of the head of his cock to Blaine's' hole.
"Fuck, Kurt!" Blaine cried. Kurt didn't ask if he was alright, he just held himself there for a moment, feeling the tightness around his head. Although he was angry at Blaine, he didn't want to hurt him. but looking at the state of Blaine's back, covered in bruises, hickeys and claw marks, he perhaps may have already.
"More, Kurt."
Kurt moved himself deeper, faster than perhaps he should have as Blaine gasped and clenched around Kurt. Kurt began to move, thrust, dragging himself all the way out to his head, then rapidly forward, pushing Blaine into the edge of the desk. Blaine braced himself but it was nothing compared to Kurt's force. Kurt gripped Blaine's hips, digging his fingers into his hipbones. Blaine loved that feeling of Kurt taking control, of Kurt enjoying that power.
"Kurt, yes, there!" The sensation was so intense Blaine couldn't control his own breathing. His body heaved up and down on sweating wood. Kurt was relentless, thrusting his cock over and over again, hitting Blaine's spot every time. Blaine tightened with each thrust, his ass burning yet feeling so good.
Kurt grunted in his high-pitched tone. Blaine could tell he was close as those grunts became more and more frequent. He could feel Kurt's cock swell and throb and release. Kurt pushed himself deep one more time and Blaine could feel the heat fill inside of him. Kurt had come, but Blaine was so close, just on that edge. He wondered if Kurt would reach down and finish him. He searched for the hand on his waist and clasped it, to trace forward to his dripping cock. Kurt snatched his hand back, and slowly pulled out of Blaine.
"No." Kurt spat. Blaine, shocked at the venom in his voice, turned to see the boy tearing up again, he had pulled the condom from his cock and tossed it to the waste in, then buttoned up his pants.
"Kurt, what's going on?" Blaine ignored the quickly deteriorating throb in his pants and began to dress himself.
"If I'm going to be a one-night stand, just tell me, don't lie about it."
"What are you talking about?"
"You didn't talk to me for three days, with no explanation what so ever."
"I thought you were mad at me."
"Why would I be mad at you?"
"After what Sam said. I thought you were mad that I didn't tell you that he was the guy that… you know… I thought maybe you thought there was something still going on."
"And your solution to that was to not talk to me for three days?" Kurt wanted to slap the boy across the face.
"In all fairness, you could have called me. I thought you needed space. I said to myself, if Kurt wants to talk about it, he will call."
"So… this isn't a one-night stand situation?"
"Kurt, I think I need to give you a basic math's lesson. How many nights is one night?"
"One?"
"And how many nights have you stayed over?"
"More than one." As they spoke Blaine closed the gap between them. Kurt looked so vulnerable, so hurt. Tear stains streaked the foundation from his cheeks. He must have been crying while they were having sex. Blaine's heart broke at that realisation.
"So, what we have can't be a one-night stand, then?"
"But Sam said you didn't date much."
"Sam also thinks that if you blow bubbles into your soft drink it will make it fizzier."
Blaine loved Kurt's smirk, the way he tucked a stray hair from his forehead. Blaine snaked his arms around Kurt and pressed his head to the crook of his neck. Blaine kissed just below Kurt's ear.
"So, I guess you're not mad about me and Sam then?"
"Hmm, more jealous than anything."
"Hey!" Blaine pulled back to realise Kurt was joking. "So, ah, if you were mad at me, and we had sex. Kurt did you just have angry sex with me?"
"I thought you were about to dump me, so I wanted to vent some certain feelings one last time." Kurt defended with an air of justification. Blaine struggled to keep a straight face.
"You are hot when your angry, I hope I can see a bit more of angry Kurt without having to not speak to him for three days."
"Don't you worry, there are other ways to make angry Kurt visit. Like, for example, wearing underwear with a hole in it."
"What?" Blaine looked down to find Kurt's fingers, which had been trailing along his pants line, had pulled up the elastic of the briefs he was wearing. Where the elastic met the cotton there was a hole.
"Either fix it or throw it out, Blaine."
"That was not there this morning." Blaine insisted as Kurt's fingers wiggled through the hole. "I think you did that."
"Lies."
"Oh yes you did, Mr Fabric-is-sacred. You've murdered an item of clothing. That's it, straight to fashion prison." Blaine spun Kurt around, flicked his arm around his back as if he had been arrested and lead him to the door. Blaine even took Kurt's satchel bag for him as any true gentleman would.
"Where is fashion prison Officer Anderson?" Fuck, Officer Anderson was not what Blaine needed to hear with his half-cocked erection and throbbing balls.
"You'll find out soon enough criminal Kurt." Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear. "But first, how about dinner? Perhaps a movie? That's what boyfriends do, right?"
"I would love that."
Suddenly all the romance Kurt had so swiftly disregarded hours before, came back to life.
