It doesn't take them long to make their way to the bar once they're ready, though they are running a bit late after Kurt decided Wes absolutely could not leave the apartment wearing whatever he had originally picked out, then spent twenty minutes going through his closet and looking for something acceptable. They'd finally made it out the door, and now Kurt and Blaine walk hand in hand down the sidewalk, Wes trailing just behind, as they approach some gay bar that Kurt has already forgotten the name of. It's freeing, being able to walk through the streets and hold his boyfriend's hand without having to worry so much if anybody sees them. He gives Blaine's hand a little squeeze and shoots him a warm smile, which Blaine returns quickly.
"Blainey! Where the hell have you been?" a voice calls out, and then a tall, lean boy with caramel brown hair steps toward them and wraps Blaine in a hug. Blaine pulls his hand from Kurt's and returns the hug.
"Sorry, we were about to leave but then Kurt decided we couldn't be seen with Wes unless he changed," Blaine shrugs and places a hand on the small of Kurt's back.
"Ah yes, the boyfriend," the boy, who must be Sebastian, says with a knowing nod, and god the tone in those four words has already put a bad taste in Kurt's mouth, but he tries to swallow it back; this is Blaine's friend, and if Blaine likes him, he can't be that bad. Kurt just needs to try to get along with him.
"Kurt, this is Sebastian," Blaine says as an introduction, "Seb, this is my boyfriend, Kurt."
"Pleasure," Kurt says, reaching out to shake Sebastian's hand.
"It sure is," Sebastian replies, shaking Kurt's hand, and is that a smirk on the other boy's face or is that just how he smiles? Either way, it's irritating, but he just bites the inside of his cheek and tries his best to smile at Blaine's friend. Blaine's friend, he reminds himself.
"Well what are we waiting for?" Wes asks, coming up between Kurt and Blaine and clapping a hand on each of their shoulders. "Let's get in there!"
"Sounds good to me," Sebastian says with a wry smile, then turns to lead the group of them through the front door.
Kurt has no problem getting in with the fake ID Blaine had given him before they left; apparently Sebastian knows a guy. The bar is warm and loud and crowded, and the group of boys have to shoulder their way through the crowd, but eventually they make their way to a table and take a seat.
"I think I'll go get us some drinks," Blaine says as the other three boys sit down, "Kurt, do you want something?"
"No thanks," he says, and then Blaine is off; he must know Wes and Sebastian's usual drinks, Kurt supposes.
"Sober tonight?" Sebastian asks.
"I don't really drink," Kurt says with a shrug.
"Of course you don't," Sebastian says, and there's that goddamn tone again.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm just not surprised. I got the feeling you were kinda uptight from everything Blaine has said," Sebastian replies, like it's obvious, and Kurt is both embarrassed and enraged at the comment. What has Blaine said? He's not uptight, is he?
"I'm not uptight," Kurt shoots back, because he's not really sure what else to say.
"Seb," Wes says warningly.
"Look, kid, the guy still loves you, I don't really get it, but he does. I'm just saying you could loosen up a bit sometimes, from the sounds of it. Don't get your panties in a twist over some constructive criticism."
Who in the ever-loving fuck does this guy think he is? "I didn't ask for your constructive criticism."
"Yeah, well, maybe you should have," Sebastian shoots back.
"I don't need advice from some pretentious prick"
"Really? Because from where I'm standing, it kinda looks like you do.
"Guys," Wes warns again. But they ignore him, again.
"I don't take pointers from overgrown rodents."
"Wow, Blaine made you sound so much nicer. If you're going to be two-faced, you should at least make sure one of them is pretty."
"You look like you came from a donation pile."
"You really do have an interesting idea of foreplay. I wonder what else Blaine isn't telling me about you," Sebastian says with a wink.
Kurt's cheeks blush red, but before he can respond Blaine comes up from behind, placing a water on the table for Kurt before handing each of the other boys a beer and taking a drink of his own. He's about to sit down when Sebastian stops him, standing. "Let's go dance!"
"Yeah, okay! Kurt?" Blaine asks, turning and looking at him.
Kurt smiles tightly. "I think I'll finish my water first."
"Oh alright, sure," Blaine says, then he's following behind Sebastian out onto the dance floor.
"He's mostly harmless," Wes offers after a couple minutes of sitting there in silence.
"He's mostly obnoxious," Kurt grumbles.
Wes laughs. "Yeah, a bit."
Kurt doesn't respond again, just sits there and watches Blaine and Sebastian dance. They're pressed close together, but so is everyone on the dance floor, so that doesn't really mean anything, right? He pushes the thoughts out of his head and looks around, taking in the other patrons. So many people, crowded onto the dance floor, moving against each other to the steady thump of the loud music as it fills the space. Nobody here cares what anyone thinks of them, nobody has to be scared to dance with the person they love here. And Blaine was right, it is incredible. He's so used to feeling like the odd one out, the weird one, but here he almost feels like he belongs, and Kurt has never really, truly felt that. Even at Dalton, everyone accepted him there, sure, and they were all kind to him, but he didn't fit in, not even there. Not like this.
He's pulled from his thoughts by a girl's voice. "Finally found yourself a boy, did you, Wesley? He's a cute one!"
Wes laughs easily. "Still straight, Amanda. This is Kurt, Blaine's boyfriend."
Kurt turns to see a pair of girls standing at their table, smiling back at him. The girl that spoke, Amanda, speaks again. "You're Kurt! I've heard so much about you! I'm Amanda, this is my girlfriend Sarah," she exclaims, sliding into the seat beside Kurt and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Sarah slides into the chair next to Wes and rolls her eyes, but Amanda doesn't seem to notice.
"Look, you've got to answer a question for me," Amanda says, looking seriously at Kurt.
Well this is off to a weird start. What would this girl who he's just met possibly need to know? "Um... yeah, sure."
She leans in close to his ear, as though to whisper. "Blaine's hung, right? Like good? He must be." It's not a whisper at all. He blushes furiously, and he just hopes the club is dark enough that the others can't see as Wes bursts into laughter.
"Amanda, enough," Sarah says, swatting at her girlfriend across the table. "Sorry about her, she had a bit too much to drink before we left the apartment."
"Oh whatever. You're no fun. I'll find out someday," she says, then she's standing and pulling Kurt to his feet alongside her. "Why aren't we dancing? You're only in New York once!"
He's not sure where she got the idea that nobody can come back to New York, but he figures there's no point in arguing with her, so he just lets her pull him out onto the dance floor to Blaine and Sebastian, with Wes and Sarah following along behind them.
"BLAINE!" she screams, tackling a surprised Blaine with a hug when they reach the pair on the dance floor.
"Amanda, hi!" Blaine says, hugging her back. "You've met Kurt?"
"You bet I have! And you left the poor boy all by himself, what kind of boyfriend are you?" she says, punching him in the arm playfully. "He wouldn't even tell me how big your dick is," she pouts.
Kurt flushes scarlet again.
"Oh it's big." Kurt's head whips around to look at Sebastian.
"You know? How? Did you see it?" Sarah asks, eyes wide and face awestruck.
"I have my ways," Sebastian says with a smirk, and he winks quickly again at Kurt, and who the hell does this guy think he is?
"Okay enough of that," Blaine says awkwardly, and it's dark but Kurt can tell that Blaine is at least as embarrassed as he is about the whole thing, so that makes him feel a little better. "I need at least two more drinks before I can even entertain this conversation."
"More drinks it is then!" Sebastian agrees. "Who's coming?"
"Me!" Amanda yells, and Kurt is starting to wonder if it's the alcohol or if she's just always excessively loud.
Kurt, Wes, and Sarah dance together, as they wait for the others to return. Eventually, they're back, new drinks in hand, and Kurt feels Blaine grinding into him from behind, a hand at his hip. He jumps a little, not expecting the contact, but then tries to settle into it, rocking back against Blaine, and he doesn't think he's doing it quite right, still feels a bit awkward and clumsy and he's never really been much of a dancer, or at least that's what everyone else has seemed to think about him, but he looks around and nobody seems to be paying him much attention so he tries to just enjoy himself and not care too much about it.
The night goes on and, somehow, Sebastian always ends up grinding against Blaine, too. Right now Blaine is facing Kurt, arms wrapping around Kurt's shoulders as they dance together, as Sebastian comes up behind Blaine and grips his hips, grinding forward. Blaine rests his head back on Sebastian's shoulder, and Kurt sees Sebastian whisper something into his ear then grind hard into Blaine's ass, in turn making Blaine's hips grind into Kurt's and Blaine lets out a breathy whimper. Sebastian winks at Kurt over Blaine's shoulder, and Kurt swears if this asshole winks at him one more time he's going to lose it.
He doesn't have long to dwell on that thought before he feels another, unfamiliar body pressing up behind him, a breathy "hey, baby," in his ear, a hand groping at his ass, and he squeals and whirls around to see a tall man with auburn hair looking back at him.
"That was- you- um," Kurt stutters out, flushing, not really sure what he's trying to say.
"Hey! Hands off m'boyfriend," Blaine says, words a bit slurred as he takes a step forward to stand next to Kurt.
The man looks down at Blaine and barks out a laugh. "I think he can speak for himself," the man says, reaching out and stroking a hand lightly over Kurt's cheek, "can't you, beautiful?"
"Don't touch him," Blaine says, voice raised, and he takes another step forward and shoves the man backward hard. He stumbles briefly before catching his footing, then narrows his eyes at Blaine.
"Or what?" the man asks with a smirk. A clear challenge.
"Blaine, it's fine, just forget it," Kurt whispers, tugging on Blaine's sleeve.
Blaine doesn't reply, just closes the distance between him and the man and punches him square in the jaw. It takes a brief moment until the man seems to have realized what just happened, but then he hauls off and punches Blaine right back.
"Blaine!" Kurt says, taking a step forward to reach out for his boyfriend, but then Blaine is jumping right back after the guy, and there are arms and fists flying everywhere. The crows splits, giving the pair more room as they wrestle each other to the ground, the bigger man pinning Blaine down and landing a few solid blows to his face before a couple bouncers makes their way through the crowd and haul the boys apart, pulling Blaine to his feet. Kurt rushes over, taking Blaine's face in his hands to try and get a better look at his injuries, but it's dark and he can't make out too much.
"He with you?" the bouncer, still supporting Blaine's weight, asks Kurt.
"Um, yes. He is."
"You better get him home. He's done here for the night."
Kurt nods dumbly. "Right, yeah. Okay."
The bouncer escorts them to the door, Wes following along, and then watches for a few moments to make sure they aren't trying to come back in before returning inside. Kurt wraps an arm around Blaine's waist, helping to keep him steady as they make their way slowly back to the apartment.
"You okay, Bee?" Kurt asks with concern; it's still hard to really see the extent of Blaine's injuries, he'll have to wait until they're back at the apartment before he can get a good look.
"M'fine," Blaine slurs, turning his head into Kurt's neck and kissing sloppily.
"Blaine, cut it out," Kurt scolds, shrugging his shoulder a bit to shake Blaine off, though there's no real heat behind the words.
"Where're we goin'?" Blaine asks, looking up at Kurt with wide eyes.
"Home, Blaine."
"Mmm, home," Blaine says, then stops where he is on the sidewalk, reaches a hand up and pulls Kurt's face down to his, planting a deep kiss on his lips.
Kurt pulls away after a moment, when his mind catches up and he finally registers what's happening. "Blaine, stop. Focus. We have to get you home."
"'Kay," Blaine agrees, then lets Kurt and Wes lead him stumbling the rest of the way to the apartment.
Between the two of them, Kurt and Wes manage to get Blaine into the apartment and seated on the toilet in the bathroom.
"He's bleeding. Do you have a first aid kit?" Kurt asks, finally getting a chance to inspect Blaine's face more closely and noticing some of the deeper cuts.
"Yeah, just under the sink," Wes says, pointing to the cupboard below the sink. Kurt opens the door and starts rooting through the things there, looking for the first aid kit, while Wes holds Blaine up so he doesn't fall over.
"Bee, as much as I love the valiant and protective boyfriend act, you can't be punching people," Kurt says softly as he places the kit on the floor then wets a wash cloth and dabs it gently on Blaine's face, cleaning up the blood.
"But he touched you," Blaine argues weakly, eyes closed as he lets Kurt clean him up.
Kurt sighs, but doesn't say anything else. Blaine isn't in a state to argue with right now anyway. Once he's cleaned up and Kurt has bandaged the couple of bigger cuts on Blaine's face, he helps Blaine to his feet and guides him to the bedroom, sitting him on the edge of the bed.
"You need to get some sleep," he says, crouching down and pulling Blaine's shoes off his feet.
"Mhmm," Blaine hums happily, eyes still closed.
Kurt pushes the shoes aside, then stands up and tugs at the hem of Blaine's shirt. "Arms up.
Blaine lifts his arms, and Kurt pulls the shirt over his head, then walks across the room to place it in the laundry bin before coming back over to Blaine. He reaches down for Blaine's belt, undoing the buckle, and then Blaine is gripping the collar of his shirt, falling back onto the bed and pulling Kurt down on top of him, pressing their lips together in a kiss that tastes faintly of blood but mostly of booze. Kurt pushes back against Blaine, breaking the kiss.
"Blaine, stop, you're drunk."
Blaine just tugs at Kurt again, this time bringing his lips to Kurt's neck and sucking at the skin there.
"Blaine, stop," Kurt says, more forcefully this time, then rolls himself off of Blaine.
Blaine stays where he is, laying on the bed with his eyes closed, as Kurt strips him down to his boxers then lays a blanket over him.
"Try to get some sleep," Kurt says with a sigh. Blaine doesn't reply, but his breathing has already levelled out, and Kurt is pretty sure he's already asleep.
Kurt heads back out to the kitchen area where Wes is pouring a few glasses of water. He hands one to Kurt, who accepts it and takes a sip as he leans back against the counter.
"Sorry about that. It's not usually that... eventful," Wes says.
Kurt looks up at the ceiling. "It's fine."
They stand there in silence for a few minutes, drinking their water.
"Is Sebastian always that intolerable?" Kurt asks, looking at Wes.
Wes snorts. "Sebastian is... he's a different one. He can be an ass, for sure, but he isn't usually an ass to Blaine, or me, so I let it slide for Blaine's sake."
"I really don't see how they're friends. He's insufferable."
Wes laughs again. "I don't really see it either. I've known Blaine for a long time though, and... sometimes he can be a bit oblivious. I think maybe he just doesn't see it."
Kurt sighs. "Yeah, I guess."