Title: What Kurt Wants future!Fic AU after Season 2 Kurt, Blaine, and Dave are the same year.

Pairing: Klainofsky, established Klaine

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Sex, drugs, threesome

Summary:: Mix a sexually frustrated college age Kurt with a Dapper but unsatisfying boyfriend, a hunky out rival from the past and casual party drugs... result = threesome!

Disclaimer: I do not make any profit off of this work of fiction. I do not own Glee.

AN: This was the fic for the winning bid of traciamc on the savethesouth charity.

The Kurt Hummel Seduction Extraordinaire began with a scarf. It was a particularly beautiful scarf in soft burgundy cashmere with shoots of silver woven through it. He built his outfit with a 'lady in red' Moulin Rouge motif. Kurt could thing of no seduction better then Nicole Kidman as Satine. Even he was drawn toward her and he, as Lima and now New York knew, was very gay. He chose a tight form fitting button up shirt with asymmetrical black embroidery across his chest. His waist was cinched with a large black double belt that draped over his hips, pulling attention to his very tight black pants with a flirtatious little designer label over his left butt cheek. He had the barest splash of cat-eyes black eyeliner and red eyeshadow that gave him a seductive vibe even without him trying. He was dressed to be a man-killer. There was no way Blaine was going to be able to resist him tonight.

Kurt arrived before Blaine, living upstairs in the fraternity had it's advantages. He was given the wonderful opportunity to descend the staircase right as dapper Mr. Anderson was hanging up his coat. As soon as Blaine's huge brown eyes glanced up they were caught on the gorgeous figure. Kurt knew this was working as that delicious tongue darted over Blaine's lower lip. Perfect.

Blaine knew his boyfriend was one of the most beautiful creatures on earth. He'd known it since he'd sung with all of his heart for a bird and looked the very image of an angel on earth. This day, with Kurt coming down the stairs with bedroom eyes and pants that could only be painted on, Blaine was sure his boyfriend was the devil himself. He stood there gaping at the man, the beautiful, sinful, perfect boyfriend looking... wait where was Kurt looking? While Blaine had been looking over the tight press of the pants and the wide flair of Kurt's shoulders he'd neglected to see Kurt's eyes be drawn to the left, down toward the table of drinks. Who was he looking at?

Blaine searched, finding only one person it could be. The guy must have been someone's jock boyfriend, he was huge, towering head and shoulders over most of the drama majors. He looked vaguely familiar, but Blaine couldn't place the face. All he knew was this Greek statue of a man was holding the gaze of his boyfriend. Something about the aristocratic arch of perfectly formed eyebrows matched with cheeks that begged to be pinched tugged at his memory. It was important, so important that his boyfriend had utterly forgot who he was supposed to floating down that staircase for. Blaine straightened his simple black button-up dress shirt and strode forward to remind his boyfriend exactly who was his date.

He walked up the three stairs separating his boyfriend with the landing and took Kurt's hand. He placed the faintest of gentlemanly kisses on the soft pale digits before looking up through his sinfully long lashes to Kurt. Good, those bright blues were turned toward him once more.

"You look a vision my love." Blaine purred in his best dapper voice.

"This old thing?" Kurt teased in fake demur. "You like?" Kurt's eyes glanced away, over Blaine's admittedly low shoulder toward the hulk of a man.

Blaine took Kurt's chin in his hands, turning it toward him for a deep passionate kiss. As they parted Blaine couldn't be more proud of the bright flush on Kurt's cheeks. "Look what you made me do with that outfit Kurt-darling."

"Good to know it's appreciated." Kurt walked with a step lighter then his usual cat grace. Oh he was definitely getting some tonight.