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.

Dave Karofsky didn't think he'd ever see Kurt again. Sure Lima was a small town and ever since he'd come out to his family his mom had attempted to give him the number of ever gay boy in the Tri-county area. He knew that Kurt went to his same school and knew Kurt was in the drama department. He also knew that this was the Drama Frat House. Despite the high likelihood that Kurt would attend this party he never truly believed that Kurt would come walking down that staircase like Scarlet O'Hara herself looking to be doted on by her mass of adoring suitors. Or...one adoring short hobbit suitor.

Kurt was at the bottom of the stairs now, talking away with his bushy eyebrowed boyfriend. Seriously how long had they been together now. Dave took a long drag of the beer in his hand, finishing off that bottle before grabbing another. Whatever Frat boy funded the party they had money to burn liquoring up his fat ass. Dave grimace at himself. He had to quit the negative self-talk. He'd been in therapy since Junior year of high school and it was still one of his toughest issues.

He was successful, a hockey player and a damned good one. He maintained a 3.9 GPA in his major of Structural Engineering. He was handsome, tall, broad, muscled and had just broken up with his second boyfriend since coming out. He was a catch...except he didn't feel like a catch when he saw them. Kurt and Blaine, like a salt and pepper shaker set that he didn't have a chance of being near. Dave set his beer down. He was so distracted watching the pair more onto the dance floor, those hips moving oh so close together, that he never saw the little pill dropped into the neck of his beer.

Blaine couldn't keep his hands off his boyfriend. Everything about Kurt screamed confidence and sexual power. It was strange, the sudden change from the shy hesitant boy in private, or the unaware sexual fashionista in public. This was a whole new type of Kurt and he loved it. What he didn't love was the way Kurt's eyes kept leaving his. Those eyes darted over his head, searching the mass of people. He knew what it was, it was blatant. He was searching for that man.

"What's wrong gorgeous?" Blaine cooed as he pet a hand over Kurt's tiny waist.

"Nothing."

"Who's that man you were looking at. You know you don't need to try to make me jealous. I know you're the hottest one here and every man would just bow down and lick your boots."

"That's … Blaine you're giving me ideas." Kurt's eyes glinted and Blaine was tempted to just drag him back up to his room and be Kurt's very eager slave. "Don't you recognize him?"

"Not really. Is he from your drama class? A tech crew?" Or some other menial labor job that Kurt would never lower himself to consider.

"It's Dave Karofsky. From McKinley. The boy that made me transfer and then started the Bully Whips." All Blaine heard was 'Dave Karofsky, the man who kissed Kurt first.' This would not stand.

"I'm getting us drinks." Blaine's voice was tight, but Kurt didn't seem to notice as he nodded and let Blaine leave out of the center of the dance. Blaine made a bee-line for the bar where Dave had last been sitting, watching Blaine's boyfriend.