A:N: Warnings for underage drinking and some dirty dancing. Finally, finally reaching the M rating. Yes, good. Also Niff. Enjoy :)
Maybe it's because the day wasn't as exhausting as the previous one; maybe it's because he's in a strange room - although that has never bothered him before. For whatever reason, Kurt can't sleep.
He switches the lamp on the bedside table on to check the clock. 12:59 am. He sighs heavily.
He gives up on trying for sleep that won't come and decides to check his cell phone. It almost explodes when he turns it on, apart from briefly using it to call his dad this morning, he hasn't used it much. After almost a full minute, his phone finally stops vibrating with notifications, he sighs once again, thinking of the inevitable clean up he'll have to do in his inbox and opens up Tumblr; it will be what most of the emails are from, anyway.
That's probably the case considering he has thirty messages and he's gained almost fifty followers. He glances over his messages, the majority of them are just keyboard smashes and the rest contain the word 'omg'. They are all related to him and Blaine. Gratefully, he notices one from someone he knows.
miameyou asked you:
Kurt! there better be a damned good reason as to why I haven't heard from you! I expect a full update, I hope you're having an amazing time bb! xxxx
He feels guilty for not contacting Mia sooner, but the message makes him smile. I'm sorry, I've been really busy, but everything is good. New York is wonderful, and so is being with Blaine. He's amazing, Mia, he makes me so happy. I hope you're good too! I'll keep in touch as much as I can Xxxxxxxxxxx, he types back.
Once he's answered privately, text messages come through. One from Finn and one from Mercedes.
from Finn:
hey dude, hope your having a good time, mom and burt miss you. rachel said if you could let her know what nyada is like. see you when you get back
from Mercedes:
Hey Kurt! How's lover boy? And New York? Bet you're loving it! Drop me a text whenever you have time, love you boy! xxxxxx
Mercedes' texts makes him smile but he rolls his eyes at Finn's, wondering why Rachel couldn't have asked him that herself. He figures it's a little late to reply to either of them now, and resolves to respond in the morning. He opens Tumblr back up and scrolls down his dash. He seems to follow two different types of blogs; those that are fashion focused, and 'Klaine shippers'. One half of his dashboard is made up of the newest collections and the other is edits of his and Blaine's picture that they posted this morning, and photosets and gifs of the airport meeting. It makes him blush.
He takes a deep breath and reblogs from the fashion side of his dash. As he keeps posting, the number of messages in his inbox keeps increasing. He checks it, wondering if any of it will be coherent English.
Are you with Blaine?, is Blaine a good kisser?, omg kurt you're the best I'm so happy for you and blaine omg. he skims through the rest, which are all very similar. Instead of answering anyone, he opens up a new text post.
Hey, everyone, he writes, I'm sorry I haven't been on much - as you all know, I've been very busy! I would just like to say thank you to everyone for all of your messages, I don't have time to answer them all, but thank you. I did set up a queue before I left for New York, I'll leave it to post 10 times a day. Hope everyone is well! xxxxxxx. He tags it with personal, and btw yes blaine is a very good kisser.
As always, the replies come quick. All positive, wishing him well, but mostly everyone has ignored the post itself and focused on the tag. Including Blaine himself, it seems.
warblerbda replied: Why, thank you, Kurt.
Smiling widely, he opens up Blaine's ask box. I thought you would be asleep by now, but you're welcome ;).
Instead of replying, however, Blaine comes to his door. Kurt hears a knock and says, "Come in."
"Hey." Blaine pops his head around the door, grinning. He walks into the room and Kurt tries not to stare. His boyfriend is wearing very short shorts and a loose white tank top, Kurt just wants to lick and bite his way up Blaine's muscular thighs - "Kurt?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry. I zoned out a little. Hi."
Blaine looks too amused and Kurt thinks he may not have been too successful at the whole not staring thing.
"Sure you did," Blaine says, walking towards his bed. Once he's by it, he gets on his hands and knees and crawls up to where Kurt is lying, stopping so that their faces are only a few inches away. "So, I'm a good kisser, am I?" he teases, voice low.
Kurt doesn't get to answer before Blaine leans forward and closes the space between their lips. He doesn't think he'll ever get used to this. He's kissed before; Brittany during his tragic straight attempt, and Clara, his Maria in West Side Story, but he doesn't count them. As far as he is considered, Blaine is his first kiss. Every time their mouths meet, it seems better than the last and Blaine's lips are just so addictive. He loves the way Blaine tongue feels as he massages it against his and he lets out a low moan when Blaine gently pulls back, catching his bottom lip between his teeth.
Blaine has a satisfied smirk on his face once they separate, and he raises his eyebrows; still waiting for an answer.
They're both out of breath and Kurt is still a little dazed. But he manages to stutter out, "Y-yes."
"How come you're still awake?" Blaine asks once he's rolled over, sitting next to Kurt on the bed.
Kurt shrugs, envious of how quickly Blaine seems to have recovered from the kiss. Jerk. "I don't know, I just couldn't sleep."
"Me either."
"Could you maybe... sleep with me?" Kurt asks quietly. He had such an amazing sleep last night feeling Blaine's body next to him, and he doesn't want his boyfriend to leave him.
"Of course," Blaine readily agrees. He gets under the covers with Kurt and switches the lamp off. Kurt falls asleep in minutes.
The next three days follow similarly, Blaine shows Kurt around places he'd only ever dreamed off like the Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty, Madison Square Gardens, and of course NYADA. The whole campus is beautiful and elegant and it makes Kurt's stomach leap with excitement.
They end every night the same way, with Kurt falling asleep against Blaine chest.
"How do you feel about meeting some of my friends?" Blaine asks. They're in a coffee shop in Brooklyn that Blaine swore does the best coffee - and Kurt has to agree.
Kurt licks his lips after taking a sip from his mocha. "I'd love to."
"Great! And how would you feel about maybe going to a club?"
"A club?"
"Yeah, there's this gay bar in lower Manhattan a couple of us go to every Saturday night. Of course I haven't been out for a while, I'm usually too busy talking to you," Blaine teases.
"Oh. Okay, that could be fun," Kurt answers, a little unsure.
"You don't have to." Blaine reaches over the table to grab his hand. "We don't have to do anything you feel uncomfortable with," he reassures.
"No, no, it's okay. I trust you," Kurt smiles. The idea of going to a gay bar is daunting but as long as he is with Blaine, Kurt knows he will feel safe.
"I'll organize it then." Blaine takes a drink from his cup and gets his phone out with his free hand.
"Wait, but a gay bar? Wouldn't I have to be twenty-one?" Kurt asks.
"Don't worry about that, beautiful," Blaine winks. "I'll sort that out too."
A faint blush stains Kurt's cheeks and he ducks his head with a shy smile. "I'm not drinking anything, though. I haven't had the best experience with alcohol," he warns.
"That's fine. I feel like there's a story there," Blaine says with raised eyebrows as he puts his phone back into his pocket.
"Well..." Kurt starts, "Let's just say somebody gave me some and I got a little drunk and preceded to get very emotional over a Disney character and then I threw up over my very OCD guidance counselor's shoes." Once he's finished, Blaine looks like he is struggling to keep a straight face. "It's okay, let it out."
"Oh my god!" Blaine laughs. "That sounds so bad."
Kurt laughs a little too, he has to admit, it does sound ridiculous. "So no alcohol."
"No alcohol," Blaine agrees.
"Dougie Kennedy, twenty one," Kurt reads from the fake ID. "Hey, this is pretty good," he says appreciatively, turning it over in his hands.
"Of course it is. Nothing but the best for my prince," Blaine says, running around to open the door of the cab for him in an over exaggerated manner.
"Dork," mumbles Kurt, rolling his eyes.
The cab is pulled up right outside of the club, GBar, and even though it's still quite early, a small line of people is beginning to form outside. It's only the day after Blaine had brought the whole thing up, Kurt had assumed that his boyfriend had meant a week from Saturday, but here they were.
He accepts Blaine's offered hand and they both walk towards the end of the line. Kurt knows that he looks fabulous, and with faux confidence, he lifts his chin and follows Blaine.
"Are you okay?" Blaine asks sweetly. Blaine always seems to be able to tell when something is wrong, even through a computer. Kurt sometimes wonders how much better high school would have been like if he had had someone like Blaine there, with him in Ohio.
He shakes his head, there is no point thinking about things like that. "I'm fine," he answers, and it's not a lie. At least he has Blaine now.
The line moves quickly and soon they're inside, the fake ID having worked wonders. The club is huge, Blaine had explained that there was a seating part and next door was the dance floor. Blaine had checked his phone and told Kurt that his friends were already inside; Kurt only begins to get nervous about the prospect of meeting them when he hears a loud "Blaine!" from across the seating room that Blaine had lead them into.
Blaine spots his friends and quickens his pace, heading towards a table in the corner, pulling Kurt behind him. Kurt puts a smile on his face and surveys the table of people before they reach it. There's three guys there, a blonde and a brunette who look very close, and another with darker hair sitting next to them.
When they arrive at the table, all of the occupants rush up to greet Blaine. Blaine hugs all of them before stepping back, laughing. "Guys, guys, alright. I would like you all to meet Kurt," he says, putting his hands on Kurt's shoulders. He looks at Kurt and smiles softly, checking that he's okay. "Kurt, this is Jeff," he says pointing to the blonde haired guy, who waves back at him with a huge smile on his face. "Nick," the one with brown hair, obviously Jeff's boyfriend, winks at him. "And Thad," Blaine introduces lastly.
"So this is the famous Kurt," Thad greets.
"Guilty," Kurt smirks as Blaine pulls out a chair for him.
They all sit down, and Blaine leans closer to him to ask him quietly, "Is it alright if I go and get drinks?"
"Sure. Just water for me please."
"It's so nice to finally meet you, Blaine never shuts up about you," Nick says once Blaine has left, and Kurt blushes, unsure how to reply.
Jeff seems to notice his discomfort and changes the subject. "How long are you here for?"
Kurt smiles gratefully. "Just until the end of August," he replies, "Then I come back for good once I start NYADA."
"How are you liking New York?" asks Thad.
"It's amazing, I love it so much," Kurt gushes. He catches Blaine's eye from across the bar, and they share a small smile. The other guys at the table follow Kurt's line of vision and smile, too.
"I swear, I've never seen him this happy." It's Nick's turn to speak up again.
"Me either," Jeff adds, "And I've known him for over ten years."
Thad nods in agreement and Kurt feels his face getting hotter. "Really?" he asks timidly.
"Honestly, Kurt. Being in love suits him," Jeff says.
"And like I said, he never shuts up about you," Nick repeats.
Kurt knows that Blaine loves him, but to hear it reiterated by his friends, it makes his stomach leap. "But surely he's had other boyfriends before?" Kurt asks, which reminds him that he's never really had that conversation with Blaine. He knows that his boyfriend is more... experienced, and it would be hard to believe that he had never been in a relationship, Blaine was gorgeous, and sweet, and perfect.
"Exactly, he has, and we've still never seen him like this," Jeff says, leaning back into his chair. Nick brings his arm around over Jeff's shoulder and Kurt can see that they're in love. He wonders if that's what people see when they look at him and Blaine.
"How long have you two been together?" he asks them.
"Three years, four months, and six days. Not that I'm keeping count," Nick says, pecking Jeff on the cheek.
Once upon a time, Kurt's heart would have hurt with longing for something like Nick and Jeff share, he would have been so jealous, but now, he just smiles at the clear adoration they feel for each other and wishes Blaine would hurry up.
"How did you two meet?" Kurt starts, but he's interrupted by the arrival of his boyfriend.
"Hey, what are we talking about?" Blaine asks as he sits down. He passes the drinks out and Kurt notices that he only got water, too.
"Love," Thad sing-songs, clearly joking, but he isn't far from the truth.
Jeff elbows him. "Shut up, Thad. Kurt was just asking how we met." He gestures towards himself and Nick.
"Oh, I told you about them, Kurt, remember?" Kurt shakes his head, not recollecting a time Blaine had mentioned a Jeff or a Nick to him. "I did, I told you about my best friends that met online."
Suddenly, the conversation they had on Skype all those months ago comes back to him. "Oh! Wow, yeah, I remember." He turns to Thad then. "Do you have a boyfriend?" he asks.
"Oh, no. No, I'm straight. I just wanted to see if Blainers here was still alive."
"Call me that again, Harwood," Blaine threatens, making Kurt laugh.
They looked pretty. It is his only excuse. The different colors and the little umbrellas... all so pretty.
"This, this is smaller, so it's 'kay, right?" Kurt asks Blaine while he studies the little glass of pink liquid in his hand. It's dark pink, verging on red. But more pink than anything. "It's pink," he tells Blaine.
"It's totally okay," Blaine says, knocking back his own shot. His was blue.
Kurt copies, drinking his quickly. It burns on the way down, but Kurt figures it was worth it, it was so pretty.
The next one he has is orange. "Are these made from the rainbow?" he questions the bartender who just ignores him. "Rude," he says, dragging the word out.
Once he's done, Blaine drags him over to the dance floor. "Come on let's dance."
Rihanna sings in the background about sex as their bodies come together. They both find it funny at first, until they don't. Kurt stops laughing at Blaine's ridiculous dancing and the gyrating of his hips when he moves closer. And when Blaine spins behind him and Kurt feels that his boyfriend is equally hard as he grinds against his ass... Well, it's not his fault that he's maybe had some alcohol and he's maybe a little (okay, a lot) turned on. He pushes himself backwards against Blaine's crotch.
The moan he hears in response - even over the loud pounding music - only spurs him on and he turns around and throws himself into a wet, dirty kiss with Blaine. It's everything Kurt Hummel never imaged he'd be doing, making out and grinding against his boyfriend in the middle of a gay club in New York City, drunk.
"God, god, Blaine," he babbles when Blaine's lips move to his neck. "God," he says again when Blaine's hips push up to meet his. Even through the fabric of their jeans, the friction is delicious and he desperately thrusts back, needing more.
"You're so hot," Blaine says hotly against his ear, his lips are wet and Kurt can only imagine what they look like.
Kurt jumps when he feels a hand that isn't Blaine's touch his shoulder, which results with him jerking into Blaine with more force. He lets out a groan, lost in the pleasure once again until the hand taps his shoulder with more force.
He reluctantly removes his face from Blaine's neck and turns to see a very sweaty and slightly drunk Jeff.
"You guys should probably go home before you start having sex right here. Sorry to interrupt," Jeff winks before disappearing back into the crowd.
Kurt finds Blaine's neck again and nuzzles into it before he starts giggling uncontrollably; everything is just sohilarious.
"Maybe - maybe we should go." Blaine's voice is slightly breathless but rougher than usual, and sexy. It makes Kurt's already unsteady legs feel weaker.
"Y-yeah," he slurs in agreement. Suddenly everything feels too much and too hot. Fresh air. Fresh air would be good.
"Okay, okay, we're leaving, we'll get some now," Blaine says and Kurt wonders how much of what he is thinking is actually being said out loud.
They both stumble towards the exit. Kurt tries to use his boyfriend for support, but Blaine seems to be having as much trouble keeping upright as he is. When they finally make it outside, Kurt takes a few deep breaths, trying to stop his head from spinning so much, but it doesn't help. "Home?" he inquires weakly.
"Home," Blaine agrees.
Kurt all but collapses into the cab when Blaine manages to catch one, desperate for their bed.