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 [info]traciamc on the [info]savethesouth charity. Thank you to my Beta Jarrad

Kurt loved being the center of attention. If there was one factor in Blaine and Kurt's relationship that was conflicting it was their need for the spotlight. Years together had brought them to reach a single conclusion: they shared the spotlight. The lithe bodies pulsed and wrapped together, Blaine's hands clutching Kurt's hips possessively with every roll of the music while Kurt's arms pressed light fingers teasingly along Blaine's throat. There was a promise on the dance floor, a unspoken intent that they would be willing and wanting to fall into each others arms and make passionate love. Except they didn't. Once the spotlight was gone...

Kurt sighed and extracted himself from Blaine's writhing body. He needed a moment to clear the beginning of his depressive thoughts. Tonight was not about replaying their relationship woes. This was about Kurt taking control of their joint sexuality and finally getting them both to a place of carnal bliss. With one apologetic kiss, he was gone, presumably toward the bathroom or other relatively quiet place. As he passed the bar, he could feel eyes on him. Kurt let his eyes slide to the side to subtly find out who was watching him. When he saw who it was, he couldn't resist flashing the former bully a flirty wink.

Dave licked his lips. Kurt winked at him. Holy crap! He grinned, his empty bottle left abandoned on the bar. If Kurt Hummel was flirting with him he'd be a damn fool not to give it a shot! He followed the thin figure, eventually finding himself in the cool air of the porch with Kurt. And there he was, prim and poise and that perfect ass just jutting right out begging to be pinched. Dave wanted to so badly. It must be the alcohol that got him this way. Dave couldn't be bothered to remember that he'd only had two beers, not near enough to induce the floating free sensation that brought him to speak.

"I want to be your slave, Kurt."

"Excuse me?" Kurt spun round.

Shit... shit no "I mean. I just adore you and you're ass is so damned tight and your boot... fuck I like those boots."

"Are you high?"

"No? You're just so hot. I'd do anything to get with you. Like anything. Please Fancy give me a chance. I'll get on my knees right now."