Well if you don't like it then…
Kurt and Blaine took their seats in the second row of the tiny theater at NYADA. It was the first dance performance of the year and they had a few mutual friends in the show.
"What did you hear about this show?" Kurt asked Blaine.
Blaine studied the stage and knew that what he had heard was correct, and that was that the show was a little racy. There were stripper poles and chairs all over the stage. "Well, I heard that this new, young teacher choreographed the whole thing. It's a little different from what they usually do here," he said.
The lights dimmed and the show began. "Ladies and gentlemen, if you have weak constitutions or cannot handle anything overtly sexual, we at the New York Academy of Dramatic Arts suggest that you leave the performance now," the announcer said.
Kurt and Blaine looked at each other and shrugged.
Shadowy dancers walked to their places and a driving techno beat began. The show was almost disgusting: the girls were rolling all over the guys, putting their hands everywhere. They spun around the stripper poles in positions Kurt and Blaine didn't know were possible.
The lights finally went up for intermission and they glanced around at the other uncomfortable faces around them. "Do you want to get out of here?" Blaine asked Kurt.
"Absolutely. I'll tell Molly and Courtney that I was feeling sick or something when I see them next," Kurt said. They collected their things and scampered out of the studio. Once home and thoroughly showered (they both agreed they felt dirty and violated), they settled onto the couch for some late-night television and snacks.