"Blaine," the stranger breathed into his dance partner's ear.
Kurt was so caught up in the sound of the stranger's voice, he didn't hear the DJ announce the next song. "I don't want "U2" leave the dance floor," the DJ said, eliciting applause and whistles from his crowd. "So, we're keeping it nice and slow, because All I Want is You to dance." There were a few more cheers as the song began to play.
I can't breathe. Kurt's head was spinning in the very best of ways, caught up in that one magical word whispered into his ear. Blaine. His name is Blaine. And his voice. It's...perfect. Kurt's normally large vocabulary seemed to be missing as he tried to navigate his feelings about finally hearing the stranger speak, and his mouth was hanging open. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't seem to find the words or air that he needed.
For a few moments as the new song began to play, the stranger looked at him curiously. Then, he grinned, leaning his head against Kurt's shoulder again and resuming their slow dance.
"But all the promises we make"
Before Kurt could even swallow, someone's arm brushed against his right shoulder, and Blaine's head snapped up. Both boys turned in unison to see Blaine's date standing there looking very confused and maybe a little pissed, holding a drink in his hand. Wordlessly, the man extended the drink to Blaine, but the curly-haired boy shook his head, declining the beverage before leaning back into Kurt, never once slowing or stopping his dancing.
"Blaine?" the tall man shouted over the din of the music. "I got you a drink."
Blaine didn't move, ignoring the man. He forced them to turn a bit so they were no longer facing toward his date. Then, he hugged himself a little bit tighter to Kurt's form, molding himself against Kurt from his shoulders to his thighs, and continued to slow dance.
Kurt felt the stranger's presence disappear from behind him, only to return a moment later. Then, he felt strange, icy hands at the back of his neck, grabbing at Blaine before Blaine's grip tightened around him.
"Can I dance with you?" the stranger asked in Blaine's ear, loud enough for Kurt to hear him.
Blaine remained silent, but Kurt could feel the shake of his head against his shoulder. The next thing Kurt knew, they were turning again, this time taking a few steps away from Blaine's discarded date.
The man, however, was not to be deterred so easily. "What the hell, Blaine?" the man spat, advancing toward them again and shouting loudly over the music, not caring at all who heard them. "You came here as my date and now you're practically humping someone else on the dance floor? I knew you were a flirt, but I didn't realize you were a cheater, too."
At this accusation, Kurt sucked in a breath, unsure of what to do. Is there more to their relationship than just fuck buddies?
Blaine seemed to assess his date for a moment. He raised his head and looked at the man with wide eyes, studying the angry expression on his face. Then, reluctantly, he pulled back from Kurt's body and grabbed him by the hand. Without saying a word to his date, Blaine laced their fingers together and pulled them toward the other side of the dance floor, trying to get them as far from the other man as they could.
"You say you'll give me
A highway with no-one on it"
He followed them. "If you go off with this guy," he shouted, gesturing at Kurt, "we're done! I'm not going to waste my time with someone who doesn't care to spend time with me while we're on a date." He paused, trying to determine if his words were doing anything to Blaine, Kurt assumed. "You've been flirting with every Tom, Dick, and Harry since we got here!" Still, Blaine didn't react. "Fine. We're done. Fuck you, Blaine!"
The boy ignored his date, never letting go of Kurt's hand until they had reached an empty spot at the edge of the dance floor. Blaine still said nothing. He just pulled Kurt to him with a smile, wrapping his arms around Kurt's neck once again and tucking himself against Kurt's shoulder.
Kurt wasn't sure what to say for a moment. So much was happening all at once; this boy's touch was like electricity slicing through him, sending little tingles of burning hot fire through his veins. I never want this to end, he told himself, regaining his composure somewhat. So, he wrapped his arms around the boy's waist this time instead of resting his hands on his hips. This pulled the boy closer, making Kurt aware of just how well their bodies fit together like a puzzle. Then, he leaned in close to the boy's ear and whispered, "Who was that?"
The boy brought his lips up to Kurt's ear and whispered, "No one important." Then, he laid his head down again, and the two of them continued to sway slowly together as the song played. A few moments later, Kurt felt some very light, gentle kisses against his neck.
"You say you want
Your love to work out right
To last with me through the night"
Kurt again mused at the role that something otherworldly was playing tonight. Whatever was happening, he definitely wanted it to last, forever if possible. He didn't want to let go of Blaine, to lose him in the crowd, to go home without him that night. He wanted more than just a one night fling with this boy. He wanted a lifetime with him; he wanted things to work out, and a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach told him that everything would work out right. As they danced, he could see Blaine's date across the bar, back at the counter with Kurt's date. There were glances being thrown in their direction, and Kurt lifted a hand to flip off Blaine's pissed-off date before returning his thoughts to where they should be; his dance partner.
"You, all I want is
You, all I want is
You, all I want is
You"
Following the last "you," the DJ began to turn the volume on the song down long before it's ending. "Alright, folks. I won't bore you with that," he chuckled into the mic. "What do you think of our song selections tonight?"
A roar went up through the crowd as Blaine leaned in close to Kurt's ear. "Let's go to the bar," he whispered, pushing back against Kurt's clasped hands at his waist.
When Kurt let go, the boy grabbed him by the hand again and dragged him toward the bar before Kurt even had a moment to respond. All I want is you, Kurt hummed as he followed along behind Blaine.