Warnings: alcohol abuse, unsolicited touching (briefly mentioned,) handjobs, come play
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The Billie Eilish song used in this chapter is technically a pop song, but the way we imagined it is more of a rock song. There are a few covers of this we think would be kind of how it sounds. If you Google you should see in a crown Billie Eilish rock cover the first two are what we imagined it would sound like (ODC and Halocene are the bands.) -A and K
Thursday night
He could hear the crowd outside getting antsy. Nerves made his hands shake and sweat begin to pool under his arms, down his back, and his forehead. He loved the spotlight, but there was still a small part him he didn't like to show that whispered he would be laughed off the stage.
Kurt drowned that part of himself with rum tonight. Just a little, to knock the edge off his nerves.
"You ready?" Elliott asked with a pat on his shoulder, his numerous rings clicking in Kurt's ear. "The guys are already out there. I saw the cutie sitting front and center too."
Kurt grinned at the thought of Blaine eagerly awaiting him in the crowd outside. They had been texting here and there, him sending Blaine dirty jokes and the producer responding with the cheesiest jokes he could think of. It was cute.
"Paws off. That one's mine," Kurt replied as he downed the last of the rum he had in his cup. "Contacts or glasses tonight?"
"Contacts. The glasses are hot though, right? Like he's a sexy librarian or something."
Kurt chuckled and fixed his denim vest with the pins and ruffled his messy hair in a mirror. "Yeah he pulls the look off. I mean it though. I called dibs."
Elliott just grinned and fixed a smudge in his eyeliner before blowing Kurt a kiss. "He's a person, Kurt. Not a toy. Don't be an asshole and screw this opportunity up for the band."
Then he tugged his own leather vest he was wearing with nothing underneath back into place and stepped out onto the stage.
Kurt scowled at his back. Of course he knew Blaine was a person. He never purposely hurt anyone. He was always clear about the casual nature of his relationships. Elliott was just jealous because Blaine wanted him.
The moment Kurt stepped his boots onto the stage, the crowd screamed and whistled. He could feel the alcohol doing it's work and making him more comfortable out under the lights. He need not have worried because this crowd fucking loved him already and he hadn't even sang one lyric yet.
Kurt grabbed the mic and greeted the crowd. "Hey there, skanks. Who's ready for some music?"
He was answered by screams and clapping in the affirmative. Next, he signaled to Dani who counted them off with her drumsticks. He located Blaine immediately and practically whined at how delicious he looked in his suit and tie. Puck and Elliott hit their cues and then Tina came in as Kurt stepped up to the mic.
Get on your knees and let the games begin
Bow to your queen and I will crown your head
'Cause I can make you every inch a king
Before I do, tell me
Tell me, what's in it for me?
I need someone young, willing, and able
You need someone old enough to know
better
I want you to
Do my dirty work
Do my dirty work
Do my dirty work
Do my dirty work
Yeah, yeah, come on
Blaine's eyes were bugging out of his head at the suggestive lyrics. He looked like every other fan, practically slobbering for Kurt's attention. He gave them what they wanted, dancing a little provocatively earning swoons and screams from some of his diehard fans he recognized.
They finished up the first song and then launched into the second, the lyrics just as dirty as the first. He worked the crowd, trying not to focus on only Blaine, but he couldn't help the way his eyes found the man every chance they got. He was just magnetizing, drawing him in. Kurt hadn't anticipated how much he would enjoy seeing Blaine after only a few days, but now that he was here, eyes glued to him, he couldn't deny how excited he was.
You know I love it when you're down on your knees
And I'm a junkie for the way that you please
You shut me up when you swallow me down
My back to the wall, you're going to town
I almost told you that I loved you
Thank God I didn't 'cause it would've been a lie
I say the damnedest things when you're on top of me
I almost told you that I loved you
He sang at Blaine, eye fucking him as often as possible. The poor guy looked faint.
Then Kurt decided to be mischievous and get down into the crowd. Tina hated when he did that, saying he would get hurt, but he could handle himself. People reached for him, a few more drunken people groping him in inappropriate places, but he danced out of their reach with a grin and made his way through quickly. Soon he was standing in front of Blaine who looked like he was about to pass out. Kurt gave him a wink and then sat in his lap. Blaine was so surprised that he froze and his hands fluttered around Kurt, like he couldn't figure out what do do with them. Kurt gave Blaine's nose a tap before hopping up and sprinting back to the stage.
The crowd was in a frenzy now and Kurt ignored the look Tina was giving him as they ended their second song. He bowed a little at the applause and screaming before Elliott went into his intro of the song they were covering for their final performance.
bite my tongue, bide my time
wearing a warning sign
wait 'til the world is mine
visions i vandalize
cold in my kingdom size
fell for these ocean eyes
you should see me in a crown
i'm gonna run this nothing town
watch me make 'em bow
one by one by one
one by one by
you should see me in a crown
your silence is my favorite sound
watch me make 'em bow
one by one by one
one by one by one
Kurt dared to look back over at Blaine. The man looked like he was about to catch fire with how red his face was. It made him smirk and he tried to focus on other people in the crowd so he wouldn't start laughing in the middle of his song.
Caressing the microphone like a lover, Kurt eyed the crowd and smiled. He owned the stage.
They wrapped up amidst cheers, screams, and chants of their name. Kurt jogged off backstage followed by his band mates and grabbed a towel to mop up the sweat from his body.
"I think that went amazing!" Dani said after chugging a bottle of water. Intermission was announced before the headliners were taking the stage and they started packing their instruments up. "Nice moves out there, Kurt!"
"I thought you weren't going to go into the crowd anymore?" Tina asked as she side-eyed Kurt.
"They loved it! Especially Mr. Anderson," Puck said as he zipped up his guitar case.
"That's cheating by the way," Elliott muttered next to Kurt.
He responded by smiling into his towel and then stretching his neck out to mop the sweat off.
"Hey! There he is!" Puck shouted happily. Kurt turned his head to and saw Blaine raptly watching how he was wiping his neck. He suppressed a wider grin and played it up, slowly dragging the towel all over his neck and collar bone. "You all right, Mr. Anderson? Too much to drink?"
Puck's voice seemed to break whatever spell Blaine had been under. He shook his head slightly and smiled at Puck as he returned a fist bump.
"Oh, I never drink when I'm working. But you guys were amazing!" The band surrounded him except for Kurt who finished his job of drying himself off. "The audience loved you!"
"Thanks! We are glad you came to see us," Tina said. "We actually have some news…" She gave Kurt a pointed look.
He kept his expression neutral as he sauntered up to the group who stared at him in anticipation. Kurt saw Blaine's throat work as he approached and he had to remind himself not to just kiss the shit out of him.
"We wanted to let you know as a band that we have agreed to sign your contract."
Everyone cheered, but the elation on Blaine's face was Kurt's favorite part of the night. He held up a finger.
"However, there is a stipulation. I get creative control over songs and have the final say."
"We can certainly work something like that out," Blaine said cheerfully. He stuck out his hand. "I would love to have you all come by the office tomorrow to work on it."
Kurt grasped his hand and shook it, trying to ignore the sparks shooting at the touch. Dani and Tina hugged and jumped up and down while Puck and Elliott high-fived.
"I look forward to working very closely with you, Mr. Anderson," Kurt purred. He tightened his grip on Blaine's hand. This close, he could see the green flecks in Blaine's hazel eyes and he found himself wanting to drown in them. God, he needed to get laid soon so he could stop obsessing over this man.
"I do as well, Mr. Hummel," Blaine replied.
They probably shook hands for far too long until Elliott cleared his throat. "So, are we celebrating? Let's go to Bayard's!"
The others agreed readily and finished packing up.
"You better come too, Mr. Anderson," Elliott said as Kurt dropped Blaine's hand. "Meet us there in like twenty minutes."
Blaine held up his palms. "Oh no. You don't want me there. I'm no fun."
"You're coming," Kurt informed him. "I'll spam you with dirty texts if you ditch."
Blaine wavered for a moment when Tina and Dani came up to him. "Pleeeease come, Mr. Anderson?"
"Yeah, it will be fun!"
"Okay, okay. I'll come, but please call me Blaine."
The ladies squealed and hurried away. Blaine was rubbing the back of his neck as Kurt picked up a case to carry out to their van.
"See you in exactly twenty minutes, Blaine." The way his name tasted on Kurt's tongue made him want to keep saying it. It was delicious. "Oh, and by the way," he said, turning around to wink at Blaine. "If I have to call you Blaine, you have to call me Kurt."
"Sure… Kurt," Blaine croaked as Kurt spun around and swayed away.
She's just like candy, she's so sweet
But you know that it ain't real cherry, know
that it ain't real cherry
She's just like candy, she's so sweet
Know that it ain't real, know that it ain't real
Blaine shuffled awkwardly into the bar, regretting all his life choices. He blamed the high of signing The Lima Losers to the label for his lapse of sense in coming out here tonight. Wes had been ecstatic when he texted him earlier and told Blaine he should go have fun. It would be good for the relationship with the band for him to go hang out with them. Blaine agreed. For the band. Not because he thought Kurt was pretty.
He could admit he definitely found Kurt attractive. When he came out on stage tonight in his tight leather pants, his sleeveless ripped white t-shirt and denim vest that showed off his arms, Blaine got a little weak in the knees. Then he sang THOSE songs and SAT IN HIS LAP and Blaine was finding it hard to sit without his legs crossed. But it was just pure, carnal attraction. That was all it could be. All it would be. He could definitely handle this.
Which is why he had changed quickly into a more daring outfit, a pink jacket with matching pants over a blue shirt and yellow bow tie. He was worried he wouldn't be able to pull it off, but when he had shown Nick a picture at work the other day, the man had told him it was, "Giving pink panther DILF energy." Whatever the hell that meant, but Nick said it was a good thing and he looked hot.
But now that he was here (at a gay bar evidently,) he was second guessing himself and feeling like he looked foolish. He scanned the dark room for a familiar face when he heard cheers coming from the bar where a small crowd was gathered. He made his way through the crowded room to the bar and almost fainted at what he found.
Kurt and the others had also changed clothes. He was in grey ripped jeans now with his boots and leather jacket with all the straps and zippers over a t-shirt. A bandana tied around one arm of the jacket finished the look off. However, what made Blaine want to run all the way home and hide under his covers was the fact that Kurt had stretched himself over the bar, his long legs draped over the edge and his shirt pulled up to expose his abs and stomach. He was in the middle of arching his back as a dark haired woman he didn't know licked what Blaine guessed was tequila off of him and then sucked the lime he held in his mouth into hers.
Blaine's brain short circuited at the sight. Kurt whooped and then caught sight of him. His blue eyes glittered and he crooked a finger at Blaine, still spread out on the bar by the way.
"Blaine! Perfect timing! Come here and do a body shot off of me! It makes it taste better, I promise!"
A strangled laugh clawed its way from Blaine's throat. "Oh no, no, no. That's okay."
He told himself to take deep breaths as Elliott went next and kept his eyes locked on Blaine's as he licked up Kurt's abs. The lead singer giggled at the attention and then again as he offered Elliott a slice of lime from his mouth. They stared at each other for a few moments like they would kiss, then burst into laughter. Kurt looked upside down at Blaine and wiggled his hips suggestively.
"Come on! I know you want to lick me."
"I think I'll take my shots out of a glass," Blaine replied, purposely not looking at Kurt's exposed skin. He was thankful it was dark in there so how red his cheeks were didn't show.
Kurt frowned at that, but Elliott threw an arm around Blaine's shoulders. "So, what I'm hearing is you're doing shots with us."
"Um, I guess one or two wouldn't hurt.." Blaine said nervously as Elliott drug him to a table Tina and Dani had commandeered.
Kurt sat up on the bar and tugged his shirt down with a pout. The woman Blaine saw doing a shot off of Kurt first said something to Kurt and was shooed away. She shrugged and disappeared into a crowd of women. Blaine resisted the urge to go make sure he was okay, but he was too busy downing the shot of whatever was being thrust at him.
I'm crazy but you like that, I bite back
Daisies on your nightstand, never forget I
Blossom in the moonlight, screw eyes
Glacial with the blue ice, I'm terrifying
Blaine watched Kurt dancing by himself, some sort of drink in his hand. He commanded the dance floor the same way he did the stage. The colorful lights played off his pale skin, sweat glistening like glitter. Blaine thought back to the untouchable tease he wanted to become right after Sebastian dumped him and knew that is exactly what he was looking at. Kurt was truly that guy. A few times, men would try to dance with him. He might entertain them for a minute, but then he would completely ignore them in favor of someone else or he would just leave. Blaine would never have the confidence to be like that.
"Don't do it," Elliott advised quietly in Blaine's ear as he reached around him to hand him another shot.
"Do what?" Blaine asked, trying to come across as if he had no idea what Elliott was talking about.
"You know exactly what." He gestured towards Kurt who was currently grinding on the Hispanic woman from before. They must be friends. Or maybe Kurt was bi and he had found his new romantic partner for the night. "He's not into serious relationships and I can see your heart eyes from a mile away."
"I think you're mistaken." Blaine looked down at the little cup filled with something pink. "I am just interested in your band. That's all."
Elliott laughed before tossing back his shot. "Look, Kurt's great. I love the guy. He's had a rough life and he's a decent person, but definitely not boyfriend material. Me on the other hand." He wiped his mouth with the back of a hand and then licked the taste from his lips.
Blaine smiled and tossed back his own shot. The burn was easier to handle now. "Thank you. I'm flattered, but I just got out of something super serious a few months ago and I haven't fully recovered."
"Hey, who said it has to be serious?" Elliott asked and then they both laughed. "Dance with me at least if you're gonna break my heart."
Blaine took his hand and they headed to the floor.
Elliott was definitely an attractive man. His tattoos up and down his defined arms were really cool and he had the same edgy look as the rest of the band. He even wore makeup and pulled it off really well. But besides the fact that is was extremely unprofessional, he just couldn't see it as a possibility. He could still dance with the man and have a good time though.
'Cause I don't care when I'm with my baby, yeah
All the bad things disappear
And you're making me feel like maybe I am somebody
I can deal with the bad nights
When I'm with my baby, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
'Cause I don't care as long as you just hold me near
You can take me anywhere
And you're making me feel like I'm loved by somebody
I can deal with the bad nights
When I'm with my baby, yeah
Feeling comfortably buzzed, but sweaty, Kurt slouched against the bar and ordered another drink. He grinned when he saw Santana flirting with some woman at the bar beside him. Kurt made eye contact with the woman over Santana's head. When he caught her eye, he mouthed, "gonorrhea" and indicated Santana with a grimace.
"Excuse me," she said and hurried off.
"Ow," Kurt laughed as Santana slapped him.
"What the fuck was that?"
"Just warning her."
"At least one of us could get laid tonight. Asshole."
Kurt nodded at his bandmates. "So go talk to Dani. Maybe she will go a round for old time's sake."
"Yeah, that's a hard no," Santana replied as she glanced over at the table. "Pretty sure the last thing she said to me was, 'I hope you impale yourself on your own stiletto.'"
Sure enough, Dani was glaring at Santana like she could shoot lasers from her eyes.
"Wow. You sure know how to be unforgettable."
Santana's eyes flashed with malicious curiosity. "Speaking of people who won't fuck us, how's it going with the hobbit?"
Kurt grabbed his drink from the bartender and shrugged. "Eh. It's whatever. He is good for the band I guess."
"Sure," she replied. "That's why you went off to the dance floor and threw a tantrum when he wouldn't lap tequila off of you."
Kurt took a sip of his drink nonchalantly. "Nah. I just like messing with him."
"Well, you better get on that fast because I think Ell's moving in." She jerked her chin towards the guitarist as he tucked a curl behind Blaine's ear while they moved close together on the dance floor. They laughed at something and Kurt felt his blood boil. He gulped down the rest of his drink and cut through the crowd easily.
"Get him!" Santana called after him with a savage laugh.
Elliott smiled knowingly when Kurt approached him and hooked a thumb over his shoulder.
"I think Puck is looking for you," he yelled above the music.
"Oh really?"
"Yup." Kurt smiled right back. "I'll dance with Blaine. Don't worry."
Elliott nodded. "I'm sure you will." He turned back to Blaine who was glancing between them in confusion. "Thanks for the talk and the dance. See you tomorrow." He blew Blaine a kiss and gave Kurt a look before sliding away through bodies.
Blaine looked at him and smiled nervously as the song faded away. "Well, I guess I'll go sit down for a bit—"
"Dance with me." It wasn't a question.
Blaine swallowed and tugged at his bow tie. "I don't know…"
"So you'll dance with Elliott and not me?" Kurt stuck out his bottom lip and then slowly reached over to tug on Blaine's bow tie. It came undone in his deft fingers and caused Blaine's breath to hitch. "And you wouldn't do a shot with me. It's like you don't want to hang out with me." He bit the lip that poked out and pulled Blaine closer by his tie as another song began. He could see Blaine's will slipping. His eyes found Kurt's lips and then shot back up to Kurt's eyes quickly.
"Dance with me. Please?" He leaned over and let his lips graze Blaine's ear. "I won't bite unless you ask me to," he whispered and earned another gasp from Blaine. The man nodded and they moved together.
Wrapped my thoughts around your mind
Wrapped your body around mine
Play it back and press rewind
To when you traced your fingers, drew my spine
Lost its beat and so I find
I starve my heart of touch and time
So what do I do now?
I don't keep love around
What do I do now?
I don't keep love around
What do I do now?
I don't keep love around
Love around, love around. love around
This song was different from the others that had played before it and they danced to it differently. Something electric was between them and Kurt wanted to swallow every bit of it. Devour the feeling. He still grasped Blaine's undone tie in one hand while the other arm fisted the back of Blaine's shirt. Blaine hesitantly put his hands on Kurt's hips and they soon lost themselves in the music. Blaine's fingers tightened on his hips as Kurt pressed his forehead to Blaine's. They were breathing in the same air and their faces slid closer together. Blaine's hands slid up Kurt's body and pulled him closer. Kurt released Blaine's tie and gripped Blaine's shoulder as their eyes found each other. Lust pooled white hot in Kurt's stomach at the greedy intensity with which Blaine was staring at him. Then Blaine's eyes slid to his mouth again and Kurt dug his fingers into Blaine's jacket. But as he moved closer into a kiss, Blaine stepped back.
"I need to go!" he shouted over the music. "Work tomorrow! It's getting late!"
He was breathing heavily and searching Kurt's face for something. Kurt couldn't be bothered to figure that out. He was feeling like a warm blanket had been ripped off of him, exposing him to the cold. So instead of answering Blaine, he just turned and melted into the crowd until another guy made eye contact. He yanked him closer and started to grind. Screw Blaine.
The cab ride home was sobering. Not that he had much to drink anyway, but he was drunk on something else entirely. He really didn't want to take too close of a look at that.
Blaine sighed and looked out his window at the streetlights flashing by. It was best that he left when he did. He had definitely needed some space from Kurt. The others had been sad to see him go, Elliott giving him a knowing look as he begged off for the night. They had been understanding though and he had tried to get one last look at Kurt before he left, but he was sorry he did. He and some random guy were making out, hands running all over each other's body. Blaine ignored the tiny voice that said that could have been him. It could not.
There was something wrong with him. He couldn't stop replaying the night in his head, even after he made it home and then into a shower then bed. Blaine was careful. When he had danced that had not been careful. That's if what they did could be called dancing. Blaine had never been so turned on in his life! From dancing! Shuddering in pleasure, he let himself think about how it felt on the dance floor, Kurt's hands all over him, gripping his tie, pulling him against his hard body. He swallowed and touched the undone tie with a finger tip.
Nope. He had to stop. This would only lead to trouble. This was just a little infatuation. A crush. Easily managed. He needed to bury himself in work. Or take up a hobby.
Or find a boyfriend. Now that was a laughable thought.
He wondered what it would be like to just have a casual hookup instead of always trying to force a future with a guy. Not Kurt. Of course not. Or Elliott, although he was really attractive and nice. That would be unethical. But someone. It would be easy to find someone who just wanted a night. It's what Sebastian wanted. It's apparently what Kurt wanted.
Blaine sighed and turned over in his bed. He still slept on the left side. As he stared at his clock ticking away the moments before he had to get up and start a new day, he stopped trying to kid himself. He would never be able to have just a causal fling with someone. That just wasn't him. But he also couldn't get anyone to stay. He reminded himself of all the people in his life who left him. He bitterly wished he could just be with someone and not get attached. The irony was cruel. He was the person who got left behind and it would always be that way.
Blaine buried his face in his pillow and definitely didn't let himself think about Kurt anymore. Or his stupid abs.
Kurt drunkenly stumbled into his apartment around four in the morning. Unfortunately, his night hadn't turned out the way he planned.
The guy he had made out with for awhile started to bore him, so he found another. He told himself he wasn't attracted to him because he was drunk and he had dark curly hair like someone else he wasn't thinking about. However, as Kurt was convincing him to go home with him, the guy's girlfriend barged in and practically drug him out by his ear. Oops.
So, he went home alone since no one else there interested him and absently wished he knew where Blaine lived. He giggled thinking how funny it would be to slip into bed beside him. Blaine would turn over, wide eyed and sleepy and Kurt would help him fall back asleep. With his tongue. And his dick.
Since he had zero self-control, Kurt pulled out his phone as he sat on his bed, unstrapped his boots, and kicked his feet until they fell off. Blaine didn't answer his call. Okay, he was the worst. Leaving him on the dance floor like that and then not telling him where he lived! It's like he didn't want Kurt! He snorted. That was ridiculous. Kurt Hummel left men on the dance floor, not the other way around. Furthermore, Blaine was about to kiss him. He knew it! He had literally started to lean in and he was looking at his mouth… So why didn't he?
The voicemail was just as disappointing. Blaine used one of those generic ones that didn't even have his lovely voice. It's like he didn't care that Kurt was laying here on his bed, horny and lonely. He giggled again when he decided to leave a voicemail.
"You are just so…" He let out a frustrated growl. "I can't believe you! We could have had fun tonight, but you didn't tell me where your bed is! Jerk!" He hung up, satisfied. That would show him.
Kurt tried to fall asleep, but he was so hard and he couldn't stop thinking about the way Blaine's body had felt under his hands, so he played a little pretend scene in his head.
What if Blaine hadn't left? What if they had gone off to the bathroom together, Kurt pushing Blaine up against a stall and shoving his tongue down Blaine's throat. He would have sounded so good, breathy and wanting.
Kurt let his hand drift down to his hard cock and pretended it was Blaine's hand on him.
They would have made out, voraciously attacking each other as Kurt would have shoved his hand down the front of Blaine's pants. Ugh, he had looked so fucking hot in that pink getup that should have looked ridiculous, but somehow worked on him. Blaine would have cried out and thrown his head back against the stall and then Kurt would have grabbed Blaine's hand and shoved it down his own pants in encouragement. Between hot kisses and scraping teeth, they would have pumped each other until they were spilling warmth over each other's hands. Kurt would have licked his off and then made Blaine taste it. He was kinky like that.
The thought finally pushed Kurt over the edge and he grunted as he got himself off. He wasn't sure if it was because of a night of teasing or if it had just been too long, but Kurt felt like his orgasm lasted for hours.
He wiped up and collapsed back into bed with a sated sigh. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but it had been so freaking good. The only problem was, he couldn't really imagine Blaine's face when he came in his little fantasy. He got a small taste tonight of what it could be like and he wanted more than just a bite. Yes, he wanted this opportunity for his band and he wouldn't do anything to screw it up, but he knew what else he wanted now.
Blaine Anderson.
He wouldn't stop until he got him.
*songs used:
Dirty Work by Halestorm
I Almost Told You That I Loved You by Papa Roach
you should see me in a crown by Billie Eilish
Candy by Doja Cat
Daisy by Ashnikko
DKLA by Troy Sivan
we do not own any songs used*