"Should we take your car or mine down for the weekend?" Finn asked as he came into Blaine's room. He was holding a wad of shirts, like he'd stopped in the middle of packing to come ask him this.

Blaine forced a sad smile on his face. "I can't this weekend actually. I have to meet up with my study group for Management. Our teacher assigned us this big project and we're getting a head start on it."

Finn frowned. "Can't it wait though? It's the first week of classes."

Blaine sighed heavily, acting disappointed. It wasn't that hard. A part of him was VERY disappointed that he was staying away from Kurt, but another part of him kept saying it was the right idea. "I know, but we've got this really crazy guy in our group who basically threatened us if we didn't show. It's tomorrow night too, so it completely ruins my weekend."

Finn sighed, but he still looked unhappy. "Alright, but next weekend for sure right?

"Yeah." Blaine nodded and smiled.

"Alright." Then Finn disappeared back into his room. Blaine let out a sigh of relief mingled with legitimate disappointment.

"You don't have any such meeting do you?" Wes asked from his desk, apparently not as absorbed in his computer as Blaine had thought.

"Shut up, Wes." Blaine glared. He put his head phones back in and resolutely ignored the look Wes was giving him.

Blaine didn't come home with Finn that weekend, Kurt couldn't say he was surprised. He was, however, still VERY disappointed. Somewhere in the back of his mind he'd hoped. It felt silly though as Finn walked through the door alone. Silly and painful.

Kurt said a cursory hello to his brother and retreated to his room.

Carole came to him about an hour later. "So he's really not coming back then, honey?" She asked and sat on the edge of the bed he'd face flopped on.

Kurt rolled over and looked up at her. "No." His voice wavered more than he would ever admit to.

"Ah, Kurt." She sighed and reached out to pet his hair. For once he didn't mind that she would ruin it. It was already being ruined by his dramatics.

While Blaine had lied to Finn about the project, he hadn't lied about having plans on Saturday night. So at 8:30 he got in the shower and started putting himself together. He'd caught up with Sebastian after their lecture together and managed to convince the taller boy to go out with him on Saturday. Sebastian had given him that smirk Blaine found, admittedly, a little creepy, and told Blaine to meet him at the same club they used to go to at 10.

By 9:30 Blaine was ready to go, dressed in tight clothes and covered in both antiperspirant and cologne. Wes gave him a frown as he walked out, Blaine ignored him.

Sebastian was already inside when Blaine got to the club, grinding against some no-face he immediately left when Blaine got close enough to be seen. Sebastian was then on him like white on rice, getting much too close for comfort. Blaine plastered a smile on his face and let Sebastian's big hands grab his waist.

"Hey, Blaine." Sebastian's voice was low and breathy, curling around his ear. "Looking sexy tonight."

"You too," Blaine said, although he truthfully hadn't looked at Sebastian's outfit.

"I know." Sebastian's grin was evident in his voice without even looking. And he was apparently done talking, he spun Blaine around and settled his hands on Blaine's waist.

Blaine played the part, leaning back and shimmying his body against Sebastian's in time to the music. He closed his eyes and let the music fill his ears. He liked clubs, the music was loud and, if he chose too, he could get lost in it. The dancing, well, Blaine didn't really like club dancing but he could get used to it if he wanted too.

Sebastian's hands slid forward and down, coming to rest over the pockets of his pants, fingertips dangerously close to his cock. He wouldn't go any closer for a while Blaine knew, he was trying to tease.

Music pumped loudly and Blaine kept his eyes closed.

Soon Sebastian's possessive hands started to feel kind of nice, firm. Blaine let his head fall back against Sebastian's shoulder and reached an arm up to wrap around the taller boy's neck.

"Nu-uh," Sebastian said, his voice low and growly, and pulled away. The removal of his hands left Blaine cold. The taller boy circled Blaine and ran his hands all over Blaine's body. With the touching back Blaine let his eyes slip closed again and fell back into the music.

Sebastian's hands were everywhere, fleeting touches down his chest, firm strokes down his arms, dancing fingers over the waistband of his jeans. He felt possessed and important.

Sebastian always made him feel sexy, like his body was so hot only a few could tame it.

It was different to how Kurt made him feel. With Sebastian he was a raging fire, with Kurt he was held, contained.

Blaine's heart surged and he fell out of step with the music. Kurt.

Sebastian's fingers grazed over his ass.

Blaine jerked away roughly. "I'm sorry, I have to go." Blaine heard himself say. Then he was gone, running out into the cold January air and panting.