A/N: There's a long one at the end, so I'll just tell you to enjoy! :D ..oh and also: 85 FREAKING REVIEWS? THANK YOU GUYS! And my mom weirdly enough helped me with this chapter. Thanks mama!
(WARNING: this is almost pure flashbacks, sorry if it bores ya)
Blaine let his eyes roam around the dark room and smiled. The club was filled to the brim - again. His eyes fell upon a tall, slim man - or maybe more like boy - at the bar. Blaine had to choke down a snort when he saw two bulky guys walking over to him; the only thing the two men got out of their talking was a death glare and a snappy reply, judging by the way they slowly retreated.
Blaine sat down at the bar with a drink in his hand; his body turned to the dance floor. He hadn't planned on taking anyone home that night; he was here with his boys. Granted, those boys were out on the dance floor chasing ladies, but he had a good time laughed at their rejected faces.
So when the innocent looking boy from before moved closer to him, clearly drunk out of his mind, Blaine had just laughed and offered him a drink. The kid probably wasn't old enough to buy his own alcohol. Blaine had bought booze since the age of sixteen - and he knew the bartender personally - so he didn't have any trouble there. But the kid actually rejected his offer.
"Jeff, I want 'nother drink!" Blaine raised an eyebrow; surprised. How did this little thing know the bartender? Then again Blaine never really cared enough to ask the blonde what he did when he wasn't behind the bar. There was a time when they'd been close, but now… yea, Blaine wasn't exactly close with anybody.
Maybe except the kid that took the seat next to his. Because now their knees were touching and he seemed to notice absolutely nothing.
Maybe that's his game, Blaine thought smugly. The whole innocent boy act. Well, two can play that game.
"What's your name, gorgeous?" He purred right into the boy's ear. The reaction he got was priceless. The brunette jumped about a foot in the air and almost spilled his drink all over himself. Luckily it only ended up on the bar desk.
"Aww, c'mon, I hadn't even sipped that yet!" The boy whined and Blaine choked down another laugh. This kid was interesting. Normally people would 'accidently' spill their drinks onto Blaine's clothes, so they'd have to invite him home with them to 'find something dry to wear'. Yet this kid seemed like he was seriously upset that half his drink was gone.
"Jeff, can you pour the kid another?" Blaine called after the bartender with a smile. The blonde just send him a thumps up, as he was in the middle of charming a very attractive dark haired girl with his flawless toothpaste smile.
"Are you Jeff's friend?" Suddenly the brunette was much closer than before; their faces almost touching.
"I guess," Blaine shrugged as he leaned back slightly to be able to breathe some of his own air. The kid's breath was a mix of strong liquor and something clean. Mint, maybe?
"I'm his friend too," he said as if he was proud of himself.
"Good for you." The brunette sat and looked intensely at Blaine for a while; almost making the slightly shorter man uncomfortable.
"I'm Kurt," he suddenly said and offered his hand.
"Well, hi there Kurt."
"Now you introduce yourself," Kurt requested with big, blue eyes staring at him. Blaine swallowed. Okay, it really must be an act, because no one looks that innocent without trying to.
"Want a whole show or just my name?" Blaine joked. But the kid seemed to take him seriously.
"Well, normally I'm never one to say no to a show, but really a name would be fine, unless you y'know have a show prepared because that'd be pretty cool actually, do you think I should come up with one too, because back in high school I was the best-"
"Blaine," Blaine interrupted rather loudly to get the other to stop babbling.
"Bless you. But as I was saying- Wait, what was I saying?"
"Blaine," he repeated.
"No, I wasn't saying 'Blaine', I was saying-"
"No, my name is Blaine, you idiot," Blaine snapped. Oh wow okay, maybe he really didn't want this kid in his bed later. He might be good looking - and by God, he was good looking; long, slender legs that seemed to go on for miles, a (even from this angle) perfectly shaped ass, narrow hips, flat stomach and urg, that long, pale neck… Blaine was losing track of his own thoughts. He quickly reached out for his drink.
"Oh. Okay, hello Blaine, it is a pleasure to meet you at this creepy club with no apparent feel of decoration." Blaine choked on his sip. No apparent feel of…? Who did that kid think he was?
"I'll have you know that the owner knows exactly how to decorate his club," he spat and turned around.
"Aww, I made you sad, didn't I?" Kurt asked with a regretful voice. Blaine didn't answer. He didn't have to spend his time with a drunken teenage boy. He had better things to do.
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"Oh my god, it was so your club!" Kurt exclaimed in the middle of the story.
"What makes you say that?"
"Because you got all defensive," he grinned. "What happened then?"
"Well if you'd let me finish, you'd know," Blaine said, but there was no real anger behind his words. Kurt just smiled and made a motion as if to ask him to continue.
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"Blaine?" The curly haired man turned back fast to put that little obnoxious boy back in his place, but he was much closer than Blaine had first anticipated. And his eyes - God, his eyes - were so close Blaine could see all the different colors in them, even though the light was slightly dimed in the club.
"I'm very sorry I made you sad. If it help I'm sad too? I'm here to drown my sorrows. Wanna drown yours with me?"
"I don't think you could keep up if I wanted to drown my sorrows," Blaine laughed. Nobody could ever really keep up. Except maybe Puck, because holy hell that guy could drink.
"Challenge accepted!" Kurt all but yelled and then turned his attention to the bartender again. "Jeeeeeeff, we need alcohol, c'mon, hurryyyyy!"
The blonde shook his head, but retreated from the lady at the end of the bar to keep their drinks coming. Blaine was mildly surprised to say the least, when Kurt didn't seem to get drunker. He actually seemed to sober up a bit; which was crazy with the amount of alcohol the kid had drowned in the past hour.
Just as the two were in the middle of their fifth - sixth? seventh? - shot, a new song sounded out of the speakers. Blaine hummed to the starting tones and then suddenly Kurt grabbed his arm in an enthusiastic move to make him look at him.
"Ohhhh, I know this song, this song is amazing!" Kurt slurred and threw his arms around Blaine's neck. "C'mon let's dance, I wanna dance with you, you're kinda hot, I bet you're a great dancer."
"'Kinda hot'? Babe, I'm the hottest piece of ass in this whole town," Blaine laughed and stood from the barstool.
"I wouldn't know, I've never seen you naked." Kurt smiled and followed the other man onto the dance floor. "But I'd like to, so we could go home and get naked too, if you don't wanna dance."
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"I did not say that!" Kurt exclaimed with a blush rising to his cheeks.
"You so did!" Blaine laughed. "But I kindly declined, don't worry."
"Ever the gentleman," the brunette mumbled sarcastically, but still listened closely when Blaine began speaking again.
xxx
"Okay, okay, let's dance then," Blaine hurried to say. He really didn't want to take advantage of a kid, even if he was hot and looked capable enough to take care of himself; when he was sober at least.
"Aww, you don't wanna see me naked. I'm very hot, I'll let you know."
"I don't doubt that sweet cheeks, but I'd rather not take advantage of you while you're drunk," he told the brunette honestly.
"Why not? Everybody else seems to think it's okay," Kurt mumbled.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing. C'mon let's daaaance!" At this the brunette grabbed his hips and pulled their bodies close together. It didn't really suit the song all that much, but Blaine couldn't make himself care, because Kurt was pressed so closely against him, that he could feel every curve and dip of his body.
Even though Kurt was slightly taller than Blaine, he rested his head on the other man's shoulder while they swayed back and forth to the rhythm. Blaine placed his hands on the brunette's slim hips and started murmuring the lyrics.
"You have a nice voice," Kurt said and looked into his eyes; surprisingly sober-looking. Until he clutched his stomach and bend forward, that is.
"Oh no, you don't," Blaine hissed and dragged him away from the dance floor. "Okay, I better get you home."
"But I like it here," Kurt slurred.
"The owners like it here, and I'm sure they won't be happy with you puking all over their floor."
"I won't puke!" He protested, even as he kept a hand to his stomach.
"You will. Now stand straight, so I can take you home," Blaine said and directed them towards the exit.
"But I'm gay! I can't stand straight!" Kurt giggled.
"Fuck, how old are you, kid?"
"Not old enough. No wait, too old."
"Sure doesn't sound like it," Blaine mumbled and then raised his voice and spoke to the people standing in his way. "Move it, people! I need to get this drunken ass out before he vomits everywhere!" That seemed to get the dressed up girls' attention because suddenly they almost tripped over themselves to get out of the way.
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"You were very sweet on the way home though, only sitting down on the street twice," Blaine smirked and Kurt would've loved for the ground to swallow him at that exact moment.
"Please tell me the story ends with you putting me to bed and then nothing more," he mumbled into his hand. He'd had enough embarrassment for one night, and he really wished he hadn't asked for that story. He'd never live this down.
"Well, I told you that first day, that you puked on my floor, right?"
"Oh please no."
Blaine's smirk just grew as he leaned further onto the table and started speaking again.
xxx
"Your apartment is so weird!" Kurt giggled when they made it inside.
"How so?" Blaine asked as he threw his keys on the kitchen table; a hand still firm on the other man's arm.
"It's so clean and… nice. And stuff!"
"Oh, so I can't have a clean apartment?"
"Um." Kurt looked like he was thinking a lot over that one, so Blaine pulled him through the kitchen and into the living room. "Uh oh." Blaine turned around just as Kurt's face paled and took a weirdly green color.
"No Kurt, wait-"
But it was already too late. Kurt doubled over and emptied his stomach onto the floor. Blaine felt his own nausea rise, but he firmly swallowed it down.
"Oh my god, that is disgusting," he mumbled. Kurt swayed a bit on his feet and Blaine stepped around to help him sit down on the couch.
"Now stay here. Do not move, okay?"
"Mmkay," the brunette murmured and slid further down into the soft sofa. Blaine jogged to his bedroom and found a clean sheet and a blanket. After a second thought he picked up a shirt and a pair of sweatpants too. When he entered the living room Kurt was half-asleep; leaning on the armrest of the couch.
"Hey," Blaine whispered and shook his shoulder lightly. "I need you to stand up for a second." Kurt obliged and stood. Blaine helped him out of his clothes and into the clean ones, and then he prepared the couch. The drunken boy slumped onto it with a soft smile on his face. He snuggled further into the blanket Blaine draped over his body.
"Night Blaine," he mumbled before closing his eyes. The curly haired man stood and looked at the sleeping boy on his couch before he shook his head and made his way into his bedroom. He'd deal with the rest tomorrow.
He faintly heard a few noises from the living room, but shrugged them off. Kurt was probably just trying to get comfortable. Blaine stripped and buried himself under his duvet. He had barely closed his eyes when the voice reached him.
"Blaine. Psssst, Blaine!" Blaine pulled his pillow over his head.
"Blaine." The kid had to give up at some point.
"Bla- ow!" Blaine sat upright at the cry of pain and the weight falling on top of him.
"What the hell are you doing?" He said as Kurt crawled further up the bed.
"Let's have sex," Kurt said as he nuzzled into Blaine's stomach while his arms wound themselves around his waist.
"Maybe next time," the curly haired man answered with a smile and ran his fingers through Kurt's soft hair.
"Lemme sleep here at least. The couch sucks."
"Fine," he huffed out with a laugh.
What Blaine didn't say aloud was that he'd held him close and petted his hair until he fell asleep.
xxx
"So… Teenage Dream, huh?" Kurt broke the slightly awkward silence after Blaine had finished talking.
"Very fitting, don't you think?"
"Well, if I'm totally honest, you weren't really what I imagined myself with when I was a teenager," he said with a laugh. But he'd grown quite a lot since then, apparently.
"What did you imagine then?" Blaine asked; a crooked smile appearing on his face.
"Sure you're not gonna vomit over all my sweet fantasies?" Kurt teased.
"I'd love to hear about your fantasies," Blaine said with a wink.
"I'm not sure we're talking about the same thing right now."
"Guess not," Blaine laughed. "Tell me though; you said we should get to know each other."
"I did, didn't I? Um okay. I dreamt of…" Not ready to tell Blaine about his crush on his stepbrother, Kurt went with half the truth. "An athlete. Tall," he smirked as Blaine glared. "But it wasn't really about the appearance, it was more about the fact that I wanted to feel safe and loved."
"Okay you were right, I am gonna puke," Blaine said and made a gagging motion.
"Hey, you asked!" Kurt huffed.
"And now I take it back."
"Fine," Kurt snapped. "Your turn then."
"My turn?"
"Tell me about your teenage dream?" Kurt raised an eyebrow. Blaine sure as hell didn't look like one with the biggest dreams. But Kurt couldn't be sure; the curly haired man might surprise him.
Blaine's eyes suddenly glossed over; as if he was deep in thought, or maybe lost in a memory.
xxx
"If you'd just looked out for her, this wouldn't have happened!"
"You'll never succeed like that."
"You'll never be good enough for me."
"Don't even try, boy."
"Those are just stupid dreams. None of it will ever happen. Not to you."
"You're nothing but a disappointment."
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"I didn't have any," Blaine mumbled. Then he looked like he shook himself out of the haze. "I had everything I wanted, why should I go and do something as useless as dream?" He added cockily. Kurt had a feeling that wasn't the whole truth, but he didn't want their first date to end in another discussion, so he just smiled.
"I bet you dreamt of owning your own club, huh?"
Blaine's grin grew and he heard himself spill out thoughts and ideas of his club he'd never shared with anyone else. Nobody had ever asked before.
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They walked home from the bowling alley; conversation flowing easily between them. Even though he didn't look like it, Blaine was quite the talkative person, when you got him started. When they reached Kurt's apartment, Blaine felt a quick pang of embarrassment for having talked to much, but when he looked over at the other man, he saw nothing but joy radiating off that angelic face.
"Not going to invite me in?" The curly haired man grinned when Kurt unlocked the door and pushed it open.
"Blaine-" He started with a slight frown.
"I know, I know. First date." How to do this the best way? "Can I get a hug goodbye at least?" Blaine asked with an innocent expression.
"Of course you can." Kurt's face lit up so much, Blaine almost felt bad for what he was about to do. Almost. He leaned closer, way into Kurt's personal space and the brunette's eyes closed of their own accord, a slight blush forming high on his cheeks as their arms crossed and their bodies touched.
Blaine's arms curled tightly around the other man's slim waist and squeezed gently. As he rested his head on Kurt's shoulder, he let his lips brush gently over the sensitive skin of his ear and whispered.
"Don't worry, I remember what you said." He let his tongue poke out and run up Kurt's ear. "No kissing." And then he pulled away.
"Thank you for a lovely date. See you Monday, Kurt," Blaine smiled and walked down the hall. And so Kurt was left breathless in front of his door; cursing his own words more than ever.
He looked after the dark shadow and took a few deep breaths before he pushed himself forward. He took a few long steps after Blaine.
"Wait-" But before he could get another word out - or maybe rethink the situation - Blaine had reappeared and grabbed him by his collar; pushing him up against the nearest wall. He smashed their lips together in a hungry kiss; wasting no time by licking his way into Kurt's mouth.
"Technically the date is over," Blaine panted. "And I did say thank you. So there's no reason to not reward me." He dived in to plant another kiss on the slightly red lips in front of him.
"Maybe the fact that you're a cocky asshole should be reason enough," Kurt mumbled against Blaine's lips, but he couldn't stop himself from kissing back. There was an energy surrounding them, it was buzzing and throbbing. Kurt felt slightly dizzy, but most of all he felt wanted. Blaine did nothing to hide the way his hands roamed over Kurt's slim frame, nor did he try to strangle the deep sounds from the back of his throat.
"I love it when you talk dirty," Blaine joked with a deep laugh and then began kissing down Kurt's neck.
"Oh okay, whoa, wait, Blaine!" Kurt pushed at his shoulder, panicking slightly. Blaine looked up at him with dark, lust filled eyes, but quickly took a step back at the look on Kurt's face.
"Sorry," he said.
"It's okay."
They looked at each other in silence for a moment, before Blaine moved his arm to brush a strand of hair out of Kurt's face. He froze slightly before he steeled himself and spoke again.
"See ya Monday, babe." He turned around and left the building; this time leaving a Kurt with swollen lips and a blush slowly disappearing from his face.
Kurt let himself into his apartment and sat down heavily on his couch; running a hand through his hair. So. First date. That wasn't so bad. You just threw all your principles out the window, Kurt Hummel, no big deal. He jolted out of his seat when his phone rang and he quickly pulled it out of his pocket and up to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Hi kiddo!" Burt's voice rang out through the speaker.
"Oh, hi dad. How are you?"
"I'm fine, how are you? I'm not calling too late, am I?"
"No it's fine dad, I was actually…" He bit his lip to contain his smile. He could tell his dad the truth now. "I've just gotten home from a date."
"That's lovely, kid. How is Blaine? Is he coming this weekend too?"
Kurt paled. Finn's birthday. How could he have forgotten? Could he make Blaine come? Or maybe he should just tell his dad the truth.
"Dad, listen, there's something I need to tell you…"
A/N: (long one incoming - and it's ranting, sorry - it's okay to skip it, I won't be mad)
I thank you all for reading this fic, it means the world to me!
I'd just like to tell you something I've been thinking ever since receiving a review I sadly couldn't reply to. Okay, so here's the deal: I read a lot of badboy!blaine fanfictions. I read them every day (yes, literally) and there are times when I do not agree with how the writer makes Blaine (or any of the other characters for that matter) act or speak.
But it is the writer's choice, nonetheless.
The one who writes the story will be the one to decide how he or she will portray the characters. I am sorry if my Blaine is not the typical badboy, but this is how I see him. I'd be more than happy to hear your opinions on him, but I won't change the things I've already written - I'm actually kind of proud of this story, and I'm sorry to sound bitchy, but the story is mine, just like 'my' (okay, Ryan's then) characters. I change them from canon, because this is AU.
And this is how I see my badboy!blaine. He's annoying, he's stuck up, he's mean, but he's a bit, fat softie on the inside (kind of). I'm sorry if you don't like him or think he's too much like other characters, but this is how I've written him.
I hope you all still want to keep on reading - and seriously. Write me if there's anything you don't get or something you'd like me to include in my stories. I'd love to explain or to try and meet your expectations. Don't be afraid to tell me things - I'll be more than happy to explain my own thoughts or try to include yours in my fic.
Thank you again for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!