Author's Note: Yes! Did not disappear on ya this time! Woo! Thank you, thank you, thank you for all of your wonderful reviews!
And okay, there are a lot of songs in this chapter, but they're in a club so yeah, constant music playing.
*Warning*: For not so smart choices (But if everyone made good decisions, stories wouldn't be that interesting), and mentions of drugs.
Again, no beta. All mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing, nothing. No profit made etc. See Chapter 1 for more elaborate disclaimer.
~C.J.
(Chapter 15)
Now that I have captured your attention
I want to steal you for a rhythm intervention
Mr. TSA I'm ready for inspection
Sh-sh-show me how you make a first impression
Kurt rolled his eyes as he and Blaine walked into 'The Pinn-Up.' He never thought he'd see the day when Selena Gomez songs were regulars at a nightclub, and yet, here it was. Even as he scrunched his nose up at the song, he'd never admit to secretly liking this particular track of hers. It a guilty pleasure, okay?!
Oh, oh
Can we take it nice and slow, slow
Break it down and drop it low, low
Cause I just wanna party all night in the neon lights 'til you can let me go
Blaine smiled at the scene he was witnessing, colorful flashing lights, gyrating bodies, over-the-top DJ, and he couldn't wait to get Kurt out on the dance floor. Well, ya know, after he took Puck aside and had a little word with him about the notes in his coat pocket.
"Hey, guys!" Jake shout-greeted at them, waving them over from behind the bar.
Kurt smiled easily as he lent over the countertop, "Hey Jake, what's up?"
He smiled, "Puck told me you guys were coming in. We got a reserved booth for you guys over there. Go ahead and put your coats up, ya got it for the whole night."
Kurt rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed, "Come on, we don't need any free booth. There's no need for the VIP treatment. I'm sure someone else could pay for something that nice."
I just wanna feel your body right next to mine
All night long
Baby, slow down the song
And when it's coming closer to the end hit rewind
All night long
Baby, slow down the song
Jake snorted, "Free? That's a laugh. Puck put it on Blaine's tab. Pay at the end of the night lover-boy."
It was Blaine's turn to laugh, cutting off Kurt before he could protest. "Kurt, it's cool. I kind of had that coming."
"Actually, I was gonna tell Jake to send over a couple shots while he was at it. It's the least you could do to make it up to me after all." Kurt winked at Blaine cheekily.
"Guess I deserve that one." Blaine chuckled, putting his and Kurt's drink orders in to be sent to their booth. He put a tip in the tip jar as well, something that wasn't a questionable thong or a lipstick-stained napkin with a phone number scrawled across it. Kurt cocked his head at Blaine, leading the way to their VIP booth.
Oh oh oh oh
Yeah, baby, slow down the song
Oh oh oh oh
Yeah, baby, slow down the song
"Care to dance?" Blaine asked, shedding his coat and scarf before throwing them into their booth. Kurt was now able to see more than just his black shoes and stylishly gelled dark hair. He wore hot pink skinny jeans, a black short-sleeved button up, pink & black checkerboard suspenders, and a hot pink bowtie topped off his outfit.
Who the hell can pull off HOT PINK and still make it look sexy?
Blaine fucking Anderson, that's who.
Because damn…
"To this song? You must be joking." Kurt smirked as he took in Blaine's appearance, feeling a bit bolder about his own clothing choice. He chucked out of his own warm coat and scarf, tossing them into their area. The look on Blaine's face was definitely worth the extra effort to get into the sinfully tight pants he wore. The ivory-skinned young man had his hair coiffed, a long-sleeved black shirt with the sleeves pushed up to just below his elbows, a white vest that hugged his trim figure, black painted-on jeans, and white knee-high lace-up boots.
If you want me I'm accepting applications
So long as we k-keep this record on rotation
You know I'm good with mouth-to-mouth resuscitation
Breathe me in, breathe me out
So amazing
Blaine swallowed thickly, the contrasts of black and white caused Kurt to stand out in the most alluring way. "You look amazing."
Kurt smiled easily, "Thank you, so do y—oh my God." His eyes were trained on the bar behind Blaine.
"What?"
"Blaine can you just—just stay here. I wont be too long, promise."
Blaine followed Kurt's figure as he bypassed other people in the club, tapping a blonde-haired man on the shoulder who had been leaning back against the bar. The blonde male's eyes had lit up in recognition of Kurt, smiling happily before they shared a hug too warm for Blaine's liking.
Who is—
"Ahh! I can't believe it! You're him, you're Devon from the Open Mic Nights. O M G, I am like, your number one fan. I put your performance on YouTube the other day. You. Are. Awesome!" A guy with a beanie and hipster glasses shouted at him.
Oh, oh
Can we take it nice and slow, slow
Break it down and drop it low, low
Cause I just wanna party all night in the neon lights 'til you can let me go
Blaine gave a hesitant smile, "O-Oh? Well, that's very nice of you."
"Your performance of 'Part of Me' was fab-u-lous! I cried. Seriously." When the boy noticed the wary look in the dark-haired man's eyes he blushed, "Sorry, when I get excited, I tend to start yelling."
Blaine chucked awkwardly, "No, it's fine. I'm glad you enjoyed the shows. Wh-What did you say your name was?"
"Eeep! You wanna know my name? Ok, it's—"
"Hey, are you bothering one of our VIPs?" Jake commented, narrowing his eyes at the guy as he balanced a couple of Tequila shots on a tray.
"N-N-No? Just wanted to-to…"
"All right, beat it squirt. Don't make me kick you out."
Blaine frowned, "Jake, it's fine, really."
The guy just frowned and sulked away, slinking into the crowd of people dancing on the dance floor.
I just wanna feel your body right next to mine
All night long
Baby, slow down the song
And when it's coming closer to the end hit rewind
All night long
Baby, slow down the song
Blaine sighed, "You didn't have to be so aggressive."
Jake rolled his eyes, placing the shots on their table. "To who? Specks over there? Pfft, he's a regular nosy-Rosy."
"All right, whatever. Can you just tell me where your brother is? Is he up in the loft? I need to talk to him."
Might as well do it now while Kurt's…visiting.
Ugh, who is that guy anyway?
Blaine walked towards the door he knew led up to the loft, getting dizzy for a second when Jake spun him around just as he got to the door. "Yo, my bro has a lot on his plate right now, what with Finn gone and everything. Tell me what's up."
"It's kind of important, Jake."
"Everything my brother does is important."
Blaine huffed, he can understand Jake wanting to take off some of the weight his brother's got to deal with, but this was about Kurt, not the club. "I don't know…"
Jake frowned, "You know you're already on Puck's shit list after that little stunt you pulled with Finn's bro. Kurt may be forgiving, but Puck isn't so much. I'm offering my help, dude. Take it."
He's right.
Fuck.
"Promise this will stay between us?"
Oh oh oh oh
Yeah, baby, slow down the song
Oh oh oh oh
Yeah, baby, slow down the song
Jake nodded, motioning for Blaine to follow him to the men's room. Blaine squinted in the suddenly illuminated room, amazed at how clear the music could still be heard from the other side of the door.
Damn, bass seems to vibrate off the walls in here.
Jake snapped his fingers at the two guys peeing at a couple of urinals. "You two. Out."
"I'm not done!"
"Like I give a rat's ass! Go in the alley out back."
When one of the guys zipped himself up and looked like he was about to pounce, Jake stepped forward and damn near growled out an 'I dare you.' Both men having been slightly smaller in muscle-mass just ducked their heads and skidded out of there. Blaine wasn't even sure if the other had tucked himself in or not. There was no questioning Jake was the bouncer for a reason.
The younger Puckerman peeked under all the stalls zip-line fast before stopping in front of Blaine once again. "We don't have much time before I should get back out there. Puck only went to grab some reserve Royal Crown from the back. So…what's up?"
Breathe me in, breathe me out
The music's got me going
Breathe me in, breathe me out
No stop until the morning
Blaine his lip hesitantly, taking a deep breath before he nodded. "I think someone's stalking Kurt."
Jake furrowed his brows. That's it. Nothing more.
"Hello! I said someone is stalking Kurt! Don't you think that deserves a little more reaction than some movement of your eyebrows?" Blaine shrieked, and then quieted down a bit. Who knew who could be listening now a days?
Wait…no, no, that's just paranoid.
Jake stared at Blaine, his brown eyes shifting back and forth as his mind went a hundred miles an hour. He looked like…like…like he was putting pieces together!
"Holy shit. Holy shit, you already know, don't you?! Jake!"
"I don't know what I know, okay!?" Jake shouted back, "But I think…I think Puck may realize something is going on."
It was Blaine's turn to furrow his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
Jake crossed his arms over his chest, kicking at the tiled floor with his boot. "Someone might have slipped a little Liquid X into your boy Hummel's drink a few days ago."
Breathe me in, breathe me out
You know I'm ready for it
For it, for it
Yeah
"I don't know what that is." Blaine confessed; a bit worried by Jake's grave tone.
"You dolt, it means someone slipped a roofie into Kurt's drink." He hissed.
Blaine could feel himself paling, everything in him churning sickeningly. How could anyone do that to Kurt? Sweet, amazing, caring Kurt. "That's fucking sick."
"Well, I'm not 100% sure. Puck refuses to let me in on what's going on. I think he believes he's protecting me or keeping me from worrying too much, which is totally stupid. If he's worried about something, then so am I. So it's better to just keep me in the freaking loop, ya know?" Jake rambled, some of his frustration bleeding through.
"Does Puck know who's doing this?"
Jake scoffed, "If he did, do you think that person would even be alive right now? Finn is like family, man. In turn, Kurt is family too. Puck protects his family. Whoever's messing with Kurt would be at the bottom of a deep, dark hole if Puck knew who this ass was." He pointed at Blaine warningly. "That's why you gotta steer clear of Puck for a while. He's in full Puckinator mode. After the crap you pulled at that audition, messing up Kurt like that? Yeah, you're not his favorite little hobbit anymore. If you're not careful, he could think that YOU'RE the one slipping that crud to Kurt."
"But I'm not! Whoever's doing this is messing with me too! He or she or whatever, locked me in a damn funhouse, and has been sending me threatening notes with cutout letters on them. They don't want me anywhere near Kurt." Blaine explained, his chest heaving from the amount of adrenaline coursing through him now. It wasn't just his imagination, and he wasn't just being paranoid. Someone dangerous was seriously lurking around him and Kurt. "We have to tell Kurt. We have to tell everybody. We have to tell the POLICE!"
Jake put a steadying hand on Blaine's shoulder, "Hey, no, look at me. I'm all over this. Calm down."
"I can't calm down! I have a freak in a pale orange hoodie making me break my own reflection!"
"Are you listening to yourself right now? Do you think anyone is going to believe you without proof? Your story sounds crazy."
"But it's true!" Blaine pouted.
Jake's expression softened a bit, "I believe you. And I'm going to help you. But you have to trust me, okay? Calling the police was the first thing I did, duh."
Blaine's eyes widened. "Really?"
"Yeah, my buddy Ryder is a detective. A detective, man!" When Blaine looked skeptical, he gestured for Blaine to follow him out of the restroom.
The DJ stopped the song just as they were exiting the restroom and switched to another song, the beat to the bass shifting accordingly.
Yeah, huh
Yeah, baby baby
Yeah, baby baby
Hey, hey
"See that guy over there? Trying to hit on those two NYADA freshmen and failing miserably?" Jake pointed out some guy with an old-school Bieber haircut, leaning against the opposite wall and chatting up some girls.
"Um…sure."
That's what a detective looks like?
"I know he looks young, but the guy's a genius! Dyslexic, but a genius. He must be like, the youngest detective ever or something!" Jake said proudly. "He's willing to stick around and scope out the joint. Now that we know for sure Kurt is this sicko's target, Ryder can keep an eye on him."
"Wouldn't it be easier to just tell Kurt, and get him out of town or back home? I mean I've tried ignoring this person, it doesn't work."
"And still have this fucker loose on the streets? Maybe looking for his next victim when Kurt's out of his reach?"
Well, when you put it like that…
"Ryder barely believed me, and I'm his best friend. He's basically humoring me at this point. And do you really think Kurt is going to believe you, or Puck for that matter? The dudes who were front and center for your big fibbing charade?" Jake explained; sighing at the defeated look Blaine gave him. "Just find some way to keep Kurt around so Ryder can catch this creep red-handed. He's our best bet at keeping Kurt safe. You know I'm right. As much as it sucks, all we really can do is wait and bide our time."
Girl give it to me
Girl you know what it do, girl give it to me
I got somethin brand new, girl give it to me
I'll put it all on you, girl give it to me
Wooo! I got a gift for ya
Blaine shook his head. He didn't like this plan, not one bit. But what choice did he really have? He hated the idea of 'omitting the truth' to Kurt yet again, but what if he told him the actual truth and he didn't believe him. He already had a bad track record with the blue-eyed boy. At least this way he could be around Kurt and watch out for him too. "Fine, but if this gets too freaking out of hand, we are telling EVERYBODY. Not just your little school buddy, got it?"
"You got it." He stuck out his hand and shook Blaine's reciprocating one firmly. "We'll get the shit-head. No one messes with my bro, his bar, or his friends, and gets away with it."
So that's what this is.
Little Bro is just as protective as Big Bro.
Nice to know.
"Just hope your detective buddy is as good as you're hyping him up to be."
"Oh he is, but he'd be even more inclined to believe us if you gave him those sketchy notes you talked about."
"No problem. They're in my coat…po…cket." Blaine trailed off, narrowing his eyes at his and Kurt's reserved table. The one where his coat was stashed, and the one currently occupied by Kurt and Mr. Blonde guy.
I got this for ya, a little Thicke for ya
A big kiss for ya, I got a hit for ya
Big dick for ya, let me give it to ya
Baby baby, I got a call for ya
"Who's Mr. Flirt?"
Blaine scowled, "Go back to helping your brother. I'll get ya the notes by the end of the night."
As Blaine walked—no, strutted—over to their booth, he vaguely heard Jake shout. "What are you gonna do?!"
Work on giving Kurt a reason to stay.
"Hey Kurt, who's your friend?"
I got a whip for ya, black car for ya
Ball hard for ya, I know you wanna get fancy
I know you wanna start dancing
Kurt snapped his head up and smiled at Blaine. "Blaine! There you are. I was wondering where you'd gotten to."
Blaine hummed in response, side-eying the nicely dressed male sitting across from Kurt. "Was just having a little chat with Jake while you were…preoccupied."
"Oh! Where are my manners? Blaine, this is my friend, Adam. We went to NYADA together. Adam, this is Blaine. He's a regular here at the 'Pinn Up,' apparently." Kurt introduced, watching the two men carefully.
Adam ticked his head up, a slow grin stretching across his handsome face. "Pleasure to meet you, Blaine. I must've caught one of your performances before. I say this because you do look slightly familiar. I'm sorry that I can't remember why." He drawled while stretching out his hand, a swoon-worthy British accent permeating Blaine's ears.
Hey...girl
You know you're lookin so damn fly
You're lookin like you fell from the sky
You know you make a grown man cry
Blaine took Adam's hand in greeting, "Maybe I just have one of those faces." He let go of Adam's hand. "Nice accent."
"Thanks, so is yours." Adam smirked.
Kurt chuckled, "We kind of had the shots while you were talking to Jake, sorry."
"Oh, are you to thank for those? Thanks very much."
Blaine laughed dryly, "No problem. So…what've you two been talking about?"
"Just catching up with Kurt here. I thought for sure this one would have been on the Broadway stage by now, if not on it, then at least playing in their orchestra." Adam teased.
I wanna give it to you, tonight
And make everything you fantasize
come true, ooh baby
I'll make you so so so amazing
I'll give it to you
Kurt's cheeks tinted pink, his eyes downcast shamefully. "That was years ago."
Kurt can play an instrument?
"You never mentioned that."
Adam gaped, "Kurt was the first non-enrolled student to ever have the honor of performing at NYADA's Winter Showcase. His performance got him accepted into NYADA."
Blaine's eyebrows rose. "Wow. What did you sing, Kurt?"
Before Kurt could say, Adam cut in. "Sing? No, you misunderstood. Kurt was an extraordinary pianist. When he played the piano, it was magic."
Girl give it to me
Girl give it to me
Girl give it to me
Girl give it to me
"Adam…" Kurt gave his British friend a pointed look.
"But then a love of Performing Arts emerged and the rest is history." Adam covered up.
Blaine narrowed his eyes. "Huh…well, guess there are more than four sides to Kurt Hummel. I learn more and more about you everyday."
Kurt picked at his cuticles once more, "I was very indecisive a few years ago. What can I say?" He forced a half-smile.
"Well, before Jake gets too comfortable behind the bar, should I order us some more drinks?" Blaine asked.
Adam waved him off, "No, no. I should be heading back home now. I was just passing the time here while I waited for my little brother to be let out of work. I like to walk him home."
Kurt seemed to brighten at the information, "Aww, how is Alex? I haven't talked to him in so long."
"Still a naïve little ball of sunshine."
"Please tell him I said hi. Maybe the four of us can hang out before I head back to Ohio?" Kurt asked hopefully.
Adam nodded, "I'll give him your regards." He slid out from the booth. "See you around, Kurt." He eyed Blaine. "Maybe I'll see you around too…Anderson."
He felt his brows furrow and his eyes shift to stare at Adam.
Kurt must have said my last name before I got here.
Yeah, that must be it.
"Yeah." Blaine managed to grit out, glaring suspiciously at Adam's exiting figure. "Maybe."
Ooh! What's that girl?
What's that baby? I like that girl
I like that baby, on your back girl
On your back, yeah shake it like that girl
Baby baby, I got an eye for ya
Blaine slid into his side of the booth, the side Adam had been occupying seconds before. Kurt's lax body language was either telling Blaine that he must've not heard Adam's weird farewell, or that the explanation Blaine's mind came up with was true. Okay, he really needed to get ahold of himself. This whole situation was starting to make him neurotic. Blaine shook his head, trying to bring his focus back to the man sitting across from him. "So…pianist?"
Kurt blushed, "Like I said…indecisive."
The hazel-eyed boy tilted his head. "You ever going to tell me the real reason you switched majors?"
Kurt peeked his glasz up, looking at Blaine from beneath his eyelashes. "Maybe, but it's not a story I want to share today."
"Why not?"
"Because," Kurt leant forward and started to smile seductively, obviously trying to distract Blaine. "It's not a fond memory of mine, and tonight isn't a night to dwell on the unpleasant past."
"So how about, why you really aren't on Broadway? It can't be because you don't have the talent, because I've heard you sing. You're seriously talented."
The DJ let the song fade out as he boosted the sound for an entirely different track, letting a brand new song fade in.
Couldn't help it when we met,
I was playing hard to get.
But one look and that was it,
Now it doesn't matter.
"Blaine, I brought you to a nightclub to have fun. And talking about my time at NYADA isn't exactly my idea of fun right now." Kurt pouted. "C'mon, I only wanna dance with you." He added cheekily, waggling his perfectly sculpted eyebrows.
Blaine couldn't really deny Kurt anything when he stuck out his bottom lip adorably like that. He'd ask Kurt more about his past later. Tonight, he was supposed to be the smooth and charming Blaine Anderson that could really make him fall head over heels. Even if this was partially about luring out the stalker enough for this Ryder guy to arrest him, Blaine genuinely wanted to sweep Kurt off his feet. Kurt was…definitely the one he wanted to make sparks fly with. "Sure, I'll meet you on the floor. I just gotta give a tip to Jake."
"I thought you already did?"
"Nah, that was Puck's. I got one for Jake too."
Kurt smiled as he slid out of his spot, and then leaned down to whisper in Blaine's ear. "Don't keep me waiting too long."
Drinking wine on the cement,
Outside 7-11.
Fell in love on accident,
Now it doesn't matter.
Blaine shivered at Kurt's hot breath, eyes riveted to the sway of Kurt's hips as he dissolved into the mess of twerking, sweaty bodies. Not wanting to miss a second more of Kurt, Blaine dove for his coat. He ripped through his pocket's, searching for the notes when—"Ow!"
What the?
He pulled his hand back, glaring at the small scratch on his middle finger as a bit of blood started to well up under the abused pad of flesh. Furrowing his eyebrows together, Blaine sucked on his hurt finger, using his other hand to gingerly shake the dangerous pocket. A piece of broken mirror slid onto the table. Angry letters were painted on the small sharp piece in what Blaine could only hope was red paint.
NICE TRY
Blaine whipped his head up, scanning the club.
You got to me,
You saw through me,
You're in for it now.
The hazel-eyed male roughly wrapped the offending object up in a napkin. Blaine stalked over towards the bar and shoved it into Jake's surprised hands. "I'm sick and tired of being part of this basterd's game. If this doesn't get your buddy to believe me, then I'll take it to someone who will."
Jake unfolded the napkin, eyebrows quirking up at the piece of mirror. "Doesn't this constitute as seven years bad luck?"
"For me, or the other guy?"
"Depends, who broke the mirror?"
Suddenly, images flashed across Blaine's mind. Specifically the images and sensations that dealt with Blaine's not-too-long-ago encounter with the revolving mirror. "Me…"
You're all I wanna do.
I only wanna dance with you.
Whatever I got to do.
I want you to myself tonight,
All right.
I only wanna dance with you.
"What?"
"I did it. I broke the mirror. The guy who locked me in a funhouse maze is here right now!"
"H-How do you know?"
Because it's a piece of mirror from the boardwalk, from the Mirror Maze, from my first date with Kurt.
Blaine scanned the club behind him, not knowing how to pick out a stalker. Would they be hovering over Blaine? Maybe over Kurt? He wouldn't really know. What fans he did have never ventured towards that state of obsession. "Just give that to Ryder, because I have HAD IT with this sneaky bullshit." When he spotted Kurt, dancing with his arms above his head and gyrating his hips in a tantalizing manner, Blaine felt an unexplainable wave of protectiveness wash over him once again. "Got a shot of courage for me?"
Used to being on the road,
Crazy nights and playing shows.
Used to dancing all alone,
Now it doesn't matter.
Jake poured a shot of Tequila, getting a little wary as Blaine downed it without a second thought. "Why do I get the feeling you're about to do something stupid?"
"JAKE! MOVE YOUR ASS! NEED MY BOUNCER OUT ON THE FLOOR!" Puck shouted as he slid a beer to a customer.
"I'M GOING!" Jake shouted back, and then he turned back to Blaine to ask, "Well?"
"Come on, when have I ever done anything stupid?" Blaine smirked.
'Oh dear Lord' was the only thought going through Jake's mind. He didn't know what the hot-pink hobbit had in mind. Jake just knew that he needed to convince Ryder of the severity, the legitimacy of the situation, and fast.
Now if he could just find his womanizing best friend.
Since you got a hold of me,
I'm talking about you in my sleep.
What the hell did you do to me?
Oh, it doesn't matter.
Blaine slinked up behind Kurt and pressed himself against the paler boy's back, nipping his lobe just to hear the taller male squeak in surprise. "Miss me?"
Kurt giggled at the unexpected touching, sliding his hands down Blaine's toned arms, guiding the other's tanned hands towards gripping his own swiveling hips. "Dancing's only fun with a partner."
"Is that why you were teasing me?" Blaine asked, moving his body in time with Kurt's.
"Like I haven't heard that one before."
"Hmm?"
"Oh, don't mind me. Just had a little moment of déjà vu is all." Kurt chuckled.
I fell for you, yeah
Boy you're so screwed, so
You're in for it now.
Kurt spun around in Blaine's hold, winding his arms around Blaine's neck. "Nice of you to join me."
Blaine gulped, every train of thought halting except for the one that concentrated specifically on Kurt. The coiffed young man looked absolutely flawless. The different colored lights that swirled around the club played across his alabaster skin stunningly, his almost bright-blue azure eyes seemed to glow in the basically nonexistent lighting of the club, and his cheeks were flushed beautifully from the couple shots of alcohol he had not too long ago. He really was screwed. "Have I told you how gorgeous you look tonight?"
If it were possible, Kurt's cheeks would have turned a deeper shade of red. "Maybe once, but it's always nice to hear again."
Blaine moved Kurt's and his hips to the beat of the song, slotting their hips together as their bodies danced to the music. "Then I hope you don't mind me saying that you, Kurt Hummel, are the hottest man I have ever laid my eyes on."
"I don't mind at all. As long as you don't mind me saying that you are literally a wet-dream incarnated." Kurt confessed, the shots having affected his mind's ability to filter.
You're all I wanna do.
I only wanna dance with you.
Whatever I got to do.
I want you to myself tonight,
All right.
I only wanna dance with you.
Blaine smirked at the retort, "Does the compliment mean I'm forgiven?"
It was Kurt's turn to smirk, "Let's just say, if you're as smooth a dancer as you are a flirt, I'd be more than happy to…" Kurt unexpectedly cupped Blaine's dick through his pink jeans, purring seductively into Blaine's ear as the shorter male gasped in surprise and arousal. "…recreate my dream for ya."
Oh fuck me sideways.
And front ways.
Against a wall sounds good too.
Blaine keened into the warm hand caressing him, just barely holding back a whine when the hand was removed too soon. It didn't matter how much charm Blaine had, just one look into those glasz eyes and Kurt had Blaine wrapped around his little finger.
The funny part was…Blaine didn't really mind.
Once again, the DJ decided to switch tracks in the middle of a song. A few of the club-goes looked like they were about to cuss out the DJ for randomly switching up the songs. However, when the music for the next song became more prominent, they decided to throw themselves back into the music. It was so hard to stay mad when awesome music like this could be heard.
Tomorrow's way too far away
And we can't get back yesterday
But we young right now
We got right now
So get up right now
'Cause all we got is right now
Kurt pushed Blaine away from him, not wanting to overheat the poor guy before they could get in some decent dance time. It was his night to have fun, remember? "Ready for some foreplay?"
Blaine blinked away the sex-fueled haziness in his eyes, focusing on the words Kurt just uttered. When they finally registered, Blaine laughed. "I think you just read my mind."
Baby tonight I need you
And I feel it when I see you
Wherever you wanna go
Whenever baby I'm yours
Kurt spun himself back to Blaine, colliding his back with Blaine's front once more. He bent his knees and started slowly rocking his hips from side to side, starting off at an easy pace for Blaine to fall into. His torso began to undulate too, rubbing against Blaine's chest in invitation.
Blaine smoothed his hands down Kurt's flanks, rocking his hips in sync with Kurt's, as if they've done this little dance before. He placed one hand just under where Kurt's bellybutton was clothed, in hopes of keeping their bodies close.
Tomorrow's way too far away
And we can't get back yesterday
But we young right now
We got right now
So get up right now
'Cause all we got is right now
Kurt reached his hands back to caress Blaine's neck, closing his eyes as he bent his knees further so his back dragged down Blaine's torso teasingly. Blaine held back a groan as Kurt's hands smoothed down his chest too, brushing across and past his nipples, skating over his abdomen, before caressing down his thighs. A girl caught Kurt's eye as she stared at the pair incredulously, Kurt only sending her a wink as he worked his body back into a standing position.
As their hips started moving in a more circular motion, Blaine leant his head down to graze his teeth against Kurt's pulse point. Mouthing at the stretch of pale skin when Kurt's head fell back into the crook of Blaine's shoulder.
So close I can taste you
Ain't scared I can take you
Can't fight the feeling
Can you feel me?
You got me, feel it
Blaine grabbed one of Kurt's hands so he could twirl the man around to face him. Each working a leg between one another, the pair eased into a slow grind. Their hips, torsos, and shoulders rolled on their own accords. Their hips slotted once again, while their upper bodies kept a tasteful but intimate distance from each other.
Kurt gave him a playful look before he sang, "Something you wanted to do all your life."
Blaine raised a triangular eyebrow in amusement before following the lyric up with the next. "There's no more waiting; tonight is the night."
"And we can't be wrong, not if it feels this right."
"Turn it up!"
"Scream it loud!
"Yeah!" They both finished together, ignoring the rest of the song when their chests touched. Neither one of them realized that they'd been unconsciously moving their heads closer together. Blaine stared at Kurt's lips for a moment, flicking his hazel eyes up to Kurt's glasz ones before flicking back down again. Kurt licked his lips purposely, moving his head that much closer to Blaine's.
Then, right before their lips could brush against each other…
*SCREEEEEEEECH*
The men jumped at the sudden noise. The music cut off, and the colored lights flickered out as well, leaving the club pitch black. Murmurs and shouts of confusion started echoing in the room; Blaine gripping onto what was hopefully Kurt's hand in the darkness.
"Kurt?"
"I'm here."
"Good."
Suddenly, the over-lights flicked on and Blaine sighed in relief when he realized that the hand he was holding was indeed Kurt's. Though, before he said a word to Kurt, more screeching was heard throughout the club. Needless to say, people in 'The Pinn Up' were becoming annoyed.
Puck's voice could be heard through the club's speakers. "Uh…haha…well, our DJ is obviously experiencing a bit of technical difficulties at the moment. Just give us a minute and we will get this place hopping once again! Don't go anywhere!"
Kurt frowned at the panicked look he saw on his friend's face, watching as he jumped off the stage and rushed back behind the DJ turntable. He turned to Blaine, "Let's see if we can help."
Blaine nodded, holding onto Kurt's hand as they pushed their way through the crowd of people. He even frowned as some of them just threw their hands up and exited the club. This is not good. Not good at all.
"The fuck happened here?" Puck whispered harshly, trying to keep his voice down for the sake of the customers.
The DJ pressed buttons and flipped switches frantically, trying to find the problem. "I don't know! The music just cut off. I did a check on everything earlier today and we were all good. I don't—I just don't know!"
A sudden spark shocked the young DJ's hand, "FUCK!"
Jake and Ryder chose that moment to join Puck. "Bro, what happened?"
"Does it look like I know?!" Puck growled.
Jake shrunk back at his brother's anger, pissed off Puck was always a bad place to be. The DJ decided to answer, "I think one of the wires might have gotten messed up during the night."
When another spark zapped, Jake said, "Looks more someone cut a wire."
Kurt snorted, "Why would anyone do something stupid like that?"
Blaine and Jake shared a look between them, not at all thinking that this was a coincidence.
Puck huffed, "I don't fucking care who, what, where, when, why right now. I just want to know if you can fix it, and fast."
The DJ sighed agitatedly, "All depends on what the problem actually is, and if I have the right means to fix it."
"Fine. Jake, can you help him?"
Jake nodded, "I gotcha."
Puck rubbed his hands over his face, "Fuck, what am I gonna do in the mean time? These people aren't just going to wait around without any means of entertainment." He mumbled to himself.
"Well, I have an idea."
Everyone stopped what they were doing and all turned to look at Blaine in surprise. Puck narrowed his eyes, "What did you just say?"
"I said…I have an idea."
A/N: First song: Selena Gomez 'Slow Down.' Second: Robin Thicke's 'Give it 2 U.' Third: Ke$ha's 'I Only Wanna Dance With You.' And Last: Rihanna's 'Right Now.'
Feel free to yell at me for confusing you more. As long as its in a review, Please and Thank You! ;D And I promise Kurt's past will be revealed later.