Author's Note: I know, I'm a terrible updater these days, but I said I was only going to do short chapters for a while, and look! I give you an obscenely long chapter! So...'A' for effort? Eh? No? Still in trouble? Okay...

Anyways, this chapter is mostly me having fun. A lot of songs in this chapter again, but I believe this is the last one that bombards you with songs for a while. Also major Klaine development! ;) So yay!

Song explanations:

Blaine (Bold)

Kurt (Bold/Italic)

RYDER (Bold/UPPERCASE)

(Karaoke Machine) (Parentheses/Bold)

(Still Karaoke Machine) (Parentheses/Bold/Italic)

Hope you like it and it makes sense! Let me know if it doesn't!

*Warning*: For smut...at the end. Just so you know in case you want to skip.

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 16)

Blaine clipped the earpiece over his left ear, then ran the microphone towards his lips, tapping it to make sure it was on. He smiled when it thumped to life; the clubbers who had been leaving stopped their movement, curiously looking at what was happening. Puck was still cursing and helping the DJ fiddle with the equipment, while Ryder gave the thumbs up to Blaine when he connected the karaoke machine to the sound system. Blaine chuckled, his voice heard throughout the club. "Hey, where's everyone going? We're just getting started."

Kurt flipped a few switches behind the bar, shouting a victorious "Yes!" when the lights dimmed and the colorful laser lights started swirling around the club once more.

"What's the matter? Y'all never heard of live entertainment?" Blaine asked, winking at Kurt once the lights were back to normal. He snatched the cap off Jake's head when he was busy helping the DJ, and slid it on himself backwards. " 'Cause I thought you guys and gals came to dance."

Jake glared at Blaine; huffing at the fact that Puck's friends seemed to always want to take his things.

Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine.

Always the entertainer.

Blaine gave the nod towards Ryder, undoing his bowtie while the song began to play throughout the club. He threw his tie into the booth and unbuttoned the top buttons on his button-down, motioning for the clubbers to come back inside. "Who's up for some Derulo?!" Some of the people cheered, while a few more needed some coaxing back onto the dance floor. Blaine slid his checkerboard suspenders off his shoulders, content to let them hang down around his hips and thighs.

He sauntered onto the middle of the dance floor, playfully looking a girl up and down, making her blush. "All it takes is that one look."

"That one kiss." He looked at another, smirking at the fact her knees nearly buckled under his gaze.

Then he looked at Kurt, who was staring at him curiously still behind the bar. "One drink…to change everything."

"You sure you wanna do this?" Blaine whispers into his mic.

For a moment, the club was still. Kurt felt a shiver run through him with the way Blaine's eyes were burrowing into him.

In the beginning

I never thought it would be you

When we were chillin'

Smiling in the photo booth

Blaine smiled at Kurt, before turning his attention back to the people in the club.

"Come on, I know you know this song!" He hyped out to the crowd, fist pumping and jumping to get the club-goers loosened up.

But we got closer (Yeah)

Soon you were eating off my spoon

You're coming over

And we would talk all afternoon

He crooked a finger at Kurt, beckoning him to come out from behind the bar as he rolled his body to the beat. Kurt pursed his lips together in amusement, shaking his head at Blaine.

Tonight we'll just get drunk

Disturb the peace

Find your hands all over me

And then you bite your lip

Whisper and say, "We're going all the way."

When the beat picked up, Blaine lifted his arms up and thrust his hips in time with it. Almost skating forward on the dance floor as he moved his feet. Some girls bit their lips at the move, while the guys they were with began to get back into the music, determined to get their dates' eyes back on them.

Tonight

Take me to the other side

Sparks fly like the Fourth of July

Just take me to the other side

For a second, Puck had to stop his concentration on the wires. He couldn't believe it. Blaine had gotten his customers to dance…to KARAOKE of all things. What do you know…?

I see that sexy look in your eyes

And I know we ain't friends anymore

If we walk down this road

We'll be lovers for sure

So tonight kiss me like it's do or die

And take me to the other side

Blaine pressed his hands down his abs, almost laughing when he heard a couple girls (and maybe a guy or two) squeal at the move. There seemed to be a circle surrounding him, the throng of people dancing around him while he sang and moved to the song. He put his hands on his knees and shook his head from side to side, ending with his arms stretched out behind him and his legs planted in a slightly open V, the planes of his muscular body on display for everybody.

This could be perfect (Yeah)

But we won't know unless we try (try)

I know you're nervous

So just sit back and let me drive

Kurt lightly came around from behind the bar, watching Blaine's performance in front of everyone. His confidence, the way he moved, his bright, charismatic smile.

Wow, he really is meant to be a performer.

Tonight we'll just get drunk

Disturb the peace

Find your hands all over me

And then you bite your lip

Whisper and say, "We're going all the way."

Kurt squeezed through the crowd; coming to a stop once he made it to the circle, gasping when he was pushed in a little. His breath caught, Blaine's smirking face was mere inches from his now.

Tonight

Take me to the other side

Sparks fly like the Fourth of July

Just take me to the other side

Blaine fluidly stepped a few ways backwards, and dropped to the floor. He dove down and gave a little sexual roll down against the floor, popping up into a push-up stance. He swung his body to the left, making a circle with his torso while on his hands.

I see that sexy look in your eyes

And I know we ain't friends anymore

If we walk down this road

We'll be lovers for sure

So tonight kiss me like it's do or die

And take me to the other side

Blaine swung onto his knees, quickly rolling forward to balance himself on his head. He moved his legs in the air, almost losing his balance when people suddenly started clapping.

(Whoa)

He rolled back onto his feet, jumping in the air.

Kiss me like it's do or die

And take me to the other side

Kurt clapped as Blaine did some fancy footwork, impressed that the other male was surprisingly good at breakdancing.

Tonight we'll just get drunk

Disturb the peace

Let your love crash into me

And then you bite your lip

Whisper and say, "We're going all the way."

Blaine spun around gracefully, giving Kurt a wink before dropping down again.

Kurt's mouth fell open as Blaine did a headstand straight in the air, but this time without his hands aiding his balance.

Tonight

Take me to the other side

Sparks fly like the Fourth of July

(yes, we do, yeah)

Just take me to the other side

(take me, baby)

Blaine stood up and pivoted on his feet, planting one hand on the floor and balancing up on it in a one-armed handstand. Sweat was dripping from his brow by now, his arms glistening with the exertion they were going through.

I see that sexy look in your eyes

And I know we ain't friends anymore

(oh, no)

If we walk down this road

We'll be lovers for sure

So tonight, so tonight kiss me like it's do or die

(kiss me, kiss me)

And take me to the other side

He finished his impromptu breakdancing with a two-armed handstand, kicking and bicycling his feet in the air while adjusting his balance as his weight moved.

(Whoa)

Take me to the other side

(Whoa)

And take me to the other side

(Whoa)

Kiss me like it's do or die

(Whoa)

And take me to the other side

Kurt clapped and cheered for Blaine when he was done, wrapping his arms around him when the shorter male came in for a hug. Blaine laughed into Kurt's embrace, pulling back to high-five some of the guys who were complimenting his performance. He looked over at Jake and Puck, silently asking if they were operational yet. Puck shook his head at him while Jake frowned and gave a thumb's down in response.

Dammit.

Blaine shook his head, determined to keep the people from leaving the club. "Who's ready for Round 2?" The crowd clapped their hands and cheered for more. "I can't hear you! I said who's ready for Round 2!" He gave Kurt a wicked look as the crowd cheered louder, enjoying the way his glasz eyes narrowed in suspicion.

I SO don't trust that look, Anderson.

"Well, all right then." Blaine looked over towards Ryder, giving him the signal to play the next track. "I'm just going to need a partner for this one."

(Yeah)

(Y'all know what it is)

Kurt gasped in surprise when Blaine pulled him back towards the sound booth. "Oh my gosh!" He hissed at the insistent male, "Blaine, what are you doing?"

(Katy Perry)

Blaine ignored him, grabbing another one of the microphones and hooking it onto Kurt's ear for him. "Ryder, can you hook up Kurt's mic?!"

(Juicy J)

"Got it!" Ryder yelled.

(Uhuh)

Kurt put his hands on his hips, giving Blaine an incredulous look. Blaine just chuckled, "Come on Mr. NYADA, you're a performer, aren't you? What's there to be afraid of?"

(Let's rave)

Kurt snorted, walking past Blaine across the dance floor and back towards the bar, the people parting for him accordingly. He was content with leaving his Performing Arts background behind him; however, Kurt failed to realize the persistent nature of one, Blaine Devon Anderson.

I knew you were

You were gonna come to me

And here you are

But you better choose carefully

'Cause I'm…I'm capable of anything

Of anything and everything

Kurt stilled mid-step, back tensing, and still facing away from Blaine, but his head ticked to the side slightly…listening. This time the clubbers weren't moving, content with watching the scene between the two men unfold. A few more people were even pouring in from the streets, having heard about the unique performance from a few people who were already there. Blaine wasn't paying attention to them anymore, slinking up to Kurt cautiously.

Make me your Aphrodite

Make me your one and only

Don't make me your enemy, your enemy, your enemy

Blaine sung the last words in close to Kurt's ear, lightly caressing a hand down the paler man's shoulder. What Blaine didn't count on was Kurt abruptly spinning around to face him, placing a hand on his chest and pushing Blaine back towards the stage.

So you wanna play with magic?

Boy, you should know whatcha falling for

Baby, do you dare to do this?

'Cause I'm coming atcha like a dark horse

Kurt pushed Blaine away from him when they were back in the middle of the dance floor, giving Blaine a solemn look once there was some distance between them. He slowly moved his hands towards his fitted vest and began unbuttoning it, needing to feel a little less stifled if he was really going to do this.

Are you ready for, ready for

A perfect storm, perfect storm

Cause once you're mine, once you're mine

There's no going back

Blaine watched as Kurt shucked off his vest, leaning over to the side and flinging it into their shared booth.

Mark my words

This love will make you levitate

Like a bird

Like a bird without a cage

But down to earth

If you choose to walk away, don't walk away

Blaine quickly slid forward onto his knees, kneeling in front of Kurt and looking up at him. There was a reason he wanted a partner for this song. Well, more specifically, Kurt as a partner for this song.

It's in the palm of your hand now, baby

It's a yes or no, no maybe

So just be sure before you give it up to me

Up to me, give it up to me

He grabbed one of Kurt's hands, cradling it and placing it over his own racing heart. It was easier through song. His words always seemed to get jumbled up somehow. At least this way, he had a shot at getting it right.

So you wanna play with magic?

Boy, you should know whatcha falling for

Baby, do you dare to do this?

Cause I'm coming atcha like a dark horse

Kurt had closed his eyes, ignoring the way a tear trickled out of the side of his face.

You really don't know…

He took a moment before opening his eyes again, glasz eyes sparkling as he let out an unexpected huff of laughter.

Are you ready for, ready for

A perfect storm, perfect storm

Cause once you're mine, once you're mine

There's no going back

He twisted away from a kneeling Blaine, throwing his arms above his head and rocking his hips in an inviting manner. Blaine didn't need to be told twice.

Ryder picked up one of the microphones that lay near him; he flicked it on impulsively.

SHE'S A BEAST

I CALL HER KARMA

SHE EAT YOUR HEART OUT

LIKE JEFFREY DAHMER

The pair of girls who had shot down Ryder earlier suddenly turned their gazes on him. He winked at them, finding it exhilarating when they blushed and tittered because of him.

BE CAREFUL

TRY NOT TO LEAD HER ON

SHAWTY'S HEART WAS ON STEROIDS

'CAUSE HER LOVE WAS SO STRONG

Kurt and Blaine didn't seem deterred by Ryder's rapping ambush, merely continuing to dance with each other in their circle. The two fed off each other's energies, their unique styles blending together as they danced with, and around one another.

YOU MAY FALL IN LOVE

WHEN YOU MEET HER

IF YOU GET THE CHANCE, YOU BETTER KEEP HER

SHE SWEARS BY IT, BUT IF YOU BREAK HER HEART

SHE TURN COLD AS A FREEZER

Kurt was professionally trained, while Blaine was more or less self-taught, but when Blaine caught Kurt in a jump and spun them around, the audience would have sworn it was rehearsed.

THAT FAIRY TALE ENDING WITH A KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR

SHE CAN BE MY SLEEPING BEAUTY

I'M GON' PUT HER IN A COMA

WOO!

Blaine rolled his muscular chest against Kurt's once he was back on the ground, walking around him and popping his chest in time with the beat as he brushed against Kurt. The hitched breaths coming from Kurt and the encouraging whistles from a few of the onlookers were enough for Blaine to know he was getting the desired effect.

DAMN, I THINK I LOVE HER

SHAWTY SO BAD

I'M SPRUNG AND I DON'T CARE

SHE GOT ME LIKE A ROLLER COASTER

TURN THE BEDROOM INTO A FAIR

Without warning, Kurt pirouetted away from Blaine, needing to put space between himself and a very teasing Blaine. He extended his booted foot to catch himself, smirking challengingly at Blaine who looked very much amused.

HER LOVE IS LIKE A DRUG

I WAS TRYNA HIT IT AND QUIT IT

BUT LIL' MAMA SO DOPE

I MESSED AROUND AND GOT ADDICTED

Ryder fisted his mic and pumped it in the air once his rapping part was over, moving the hair out of his eyes so he could better see the shy looking girl and voluptuous diva eyeing him.

Blaine caught one of Kurt's hands before he could get too far away, determined to keep the other close.

So you wanna play with magic?

Boy, you should know whatcha falling for

You should know

Baby, do you dare to do this?

Cause I'm coming atcha like a dark horse

Like a dark horse

Kurt was twirled back into Blaine's embrace, happy to keep one hand clasped in his while the other found it's way to Blaine's side. They rocked with each other, dancing from side to side comfortably as they sang the rest of the song.

Are you ready for, ready for

Ready for

A perfect storm, perfect storm

A perfect storm

Cause once you're mine, once you're mine

Ohhhhh

There's no going back

Hollering and whistling broke the little world Kurt and Blaine had fallen into, both blushing at having forgotten they were being watched. Blaine chuckled awkwardly, "Haha…well, um…enough of that. Let's get back to…" Puck kept making a frantic 'cut it out' gesture, then pointed to the struggling DJ who was still trying to connect and reconnect wires. "…to dancing! Yeah, Ryder! Give us another we can dance to! How about it everybody?"

"Oh now, I don't think so." Kurt corrected.

Blaine raised an eyebrow, "What?! Shy again? After that?!" He taunted.

Kurt gave Blaine a mischievous look, "Sorry but, those songs just weren't doing it for me." He shrugged his shoulders and sighed exaggeratedly.

"Really? And what, Mr. NYADA, would you prefer?" Blaine challenged.

Kurt giggled, "Ritter!"

"It's Ryder!"

"What ever!" Kurt waved off, eyes never leaving Blaine. "Just give me some ARTPOP!"

Blaine snorted, "I'm not singing Gaga."

"Good, you couldn't do her justice." Kurt stated, a haughty air suddenly surrounding him.

The crowd made an 'oooh' sound, adding to the playful diss. Blaine just held up his hands in surrender, stepping back and making a 'the floor is all yours' gesture to Kurt.

Kurt accepted, posing with one hand on his cocked hip and the other in the air as the music began.

I stand here waiting for you to bang the gong

To crash the critic saying, "Is it right or is it wrong?"

If only fame had an I.V., baby could I bear?

Being away from you, I found the vein, put it in here

Blaine gulped when Kurt put both hands on his hips and strutted towards him confidently, like the club had turned into his own personal runway. He backed up until his ankles hit the stage, nearly falling backwards because of how close Kurt had suddenly became, only a sliver of air separating their bodies.

I live for the applause, applause, applause

I live for the applause-plause

Live for the applause-plause

Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me

The applause, applause, applause

Kurt spun on his heel, nearly giving Blaine whiplash, and strutted back towards the floor. He held his hands above his head and clapped to the beat, encouraging everyone to clap along with him.

Give me that thing that I love (I'll turn the lights on)

Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch (make it real loud)

Give me that thing that I love (I'll turn the lights on)

Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch (make it real loud)

Kurt shimmied his shoulders as he sung, something that most people would have otherwise found off-putting, Blaine found himself enraptured by the move and couldn't help but think it was absolutely adorable.

(A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Make it real loud

(A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch

(A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Make it real loud

(A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch

"Alright, that should do it. Just give me a minute to reconnect everything, and we should be good." The DJ said, tossing the broken wire aside and getting back to booting up his equipment.

Puck sighed with relief, flopping down on the stage. Taking care of a crisis all on his own sucked. At times like these is when he REALLY missed Finn.

I've overheard your theory "nostalgia's for geeks"

I guess sir, if you say so, some of us just like to read

One second I'm a Koons, then suddenly the Koons is me

Pop culture was in art, now art's in pop culture in me

Kurt pushed his hair back, subtly wiping the sweat from his forehead and fisting his hands in his hair. His hips swiveled teasingly as he turned in a circle, Kurt only stopping briefly to look at Blaine over his shoulder and bite his lower lip.

I live for the applause, applause, applause

I live for the applause-plause

Live for the applause-plause

Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me

The applause, applause, applause

Blaine felt his knees buckle when Kurt sunk to the floor, his butt landing on the stage and head almost colliding with the DJ's turntables. Kurt crawled confidently towards him, seductive smirk firmly in place and azure eyes blazing with something dark.

Give me that thing that I love (I'll turn the lights on)

Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch (make it real loud)

Give me that thing that I love (I'll turn the lights on)

Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch (make it real loud)

Once halfway towards Blaine, Kurt turned over onto his back and pressed his hands down his body. He rubbed past his ribs, stomach, and fisted the material covering his thighs tightly.

Blaine made an embarrassingly pained noise into his microphone, following it up with a husky "goddamn…" as Kurt's hands caressed his writhing body.

(A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Make it real loud

(A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch

(A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Make it real loud

(A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch

Kurt rolled over onto his stomach, finding Blaine's unraveling quite enjoyable. He rose to his feet and chuckled lowly as he backed up towards the bar, disappearing behind it. His voice could still be heard as he sung from his hidden area.

Touch, touch

Touch, touch now

Ooh-ooh-ooh-hoo

Ooh-ooh-ooh-hoo

Ooh-ooh-ooh-hoo

Ooh-ooh

Blaine stood back up on shaky legs, arousal coursing through his body as he stepped closer towards the counter. The swirling lights switched off, and the strobe lights kicked on. Before Blaine could mentally question it, Kurt jumped up onto the bar with his arms stretched to either side of him and his white boots planted shoulder width apart.

I live for the applause, applause, applause

I live for the applause-plause

Live for the applause-plause

Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me.

The applause, applause, applause

The clubbers wolf-whistled and hollered when they saw him. Blaine gurgled something incoherently in the back of his throat. Kurt's long-sleeved black shirt had been removed, leaving him in a black muscle-shirt and revealing creamy white, toned defined arms.

Give me that thing that I love (I'll turn the lights on)

Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch (make it real loud)

Give me that thing that I love (I'll turn the lights on)

Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch (make it real loud)

Kurt slowly crouched down and slid himself to the side to lie back against the bar, smiling like a predator the entire time. He planted his feet on the countertop and gripped the side to steady himself. Then he used his shoulders as leverage as he thrust his hips up into the air, pushing his hips back and forth in time with the song.

(A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Make it real loud

(A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Put your hands up, make 'em touch (make it real loud)

(A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Make it real loud

(A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch

Blaine was breathing raggedly; eyes riveted to the way Kurt's arms flexed and sweat dripped down his Adam's apple into the dip where neck and chest met.

Kurt's breathing was heavier too; muscles in his taunt abdomen clenching and unclenching with each thrust his pelvis made. As the song came to an end, Kurt only had enough energy left to whisper the last lyric of the song. More interested in watching Blaine stare at him.

A-R-T-P-O-P

The crowd cheered once the sexy performance had come to an end, applauding even louder when the DJ's system screeched to life. Kurt's chest rose and fell with every breath he took, blinking slowly. He was vaguely aware of Puck talking over the speakers, encouraging everyone onto the floor as the DJ successfully started up a new track. Blaine felt bodies move around him, jostling him forward and closer to lean body still perched atop the bar's counter. The two males who had performed for them were already forgotten and utterly ignored as their attention was turned elsewhere.

Something had shifted and snapped in place for them, that much they were aware of, but until they were alone, they couldn't really address it.

So until then, Blaine asked, "Dance or shot?"

Kurt giggled as he and Blaine walked to his building, both of them tripping over each other due to their tipsiness. "I don't remember the last time I had so much fun!"

Blaine chuckled along with him, hooking an arm around Kurt's waist so they could hold each other up, his undone pink tie hanging down around his neck. "Me neither. The guys never want to go out anymore. It's all work, work, work, meh, meh, meh, nag, nag, nag. Ugh, what's the point of working so hard if you're not gonna enjoy life just as much, ya know?"

Kurt nodded along with Blaine, one arm swung around Blaine's shoulders as they walked up the steps to his apartment building. "Why don't you just quit?"

"Q-Quit?"

"Yeah, it's your life. If you don't like something about it, change it."

Blaine stared at Kurt; mind reeling with the realization that quitting never crossed it. "B-But…they need me."

Kurt snorted, digging into his coat pocket for the keys Finn and Rachel copied for him. "Really? Because from what you've told me, they certainly don't show it."

"I…"

"Your friends don't appreciate you. They don't treat like a member of the band. They treat you like some commodity. One they can pull and twist any way they want—and where the hell are my keys?!" Kurt huffed in frustration, scrambling through his pockets to no avail. "Goddammit." He muttered.

Blaine regarded Kurt as he searched his pockets, replaying his words over and over again. "I can't just quit."

"What?"

"The band…I don't think I could quit. I'd let everybody down." Blaine added softly.

Kurt stopped his fumbling, eyes softening. "That's not…I didn't mean for it to sound like that." He blushed and let out a dry laugh. "Sorry, sometimes the therapy just crawls its way into my mouth. I am THE LAST person who should be giving you advice."

Blaine's eyebrows rose at the statement. "Therapy?" Kurt tensed then, looking down at the ground when he realized what slipped. He didn't say anything, nor did he tear his eyes away from the ground. His cheeks started tinting pink with the shame. That's when Blaine realized Kurt was waiting for him to judge him. Blaine put a hand on his shoulder blade, frowning when Kurt flinched away. "Hey…I don't care about any of that. I'm not one of those people that writes everyone, who's been to therapy, off as crazy."

Blue flickered back up to hazel, "You're not?"

He smiled reassuringly, "Nah, my mother's a therapist. So I get it."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, she thought therapy might 'help' lessen my lust for guys."

Kurt snorted, "I see how well that worked out."

"Hey, I have come to embrace my inner man…he just so happens to want other men too."

Kurt put a hand over his mouth and chuckled, shaking his head at Blaine. "You're ridiculous."

"And still very gay." Blaine joked, liking it so much better when Kurt was laughing. "So…locked out, are you?"

He groaned, "Yeah, I thought I put the keys in my coat pocket. They're probably in that key bowl by the front door. I told Rachel getting a key hook would be better, but no. The bowl went better with the living room set, which it totally does NOT."

Blaine laughed quietly, "What about buzzing the superintendent?"

Kurt paused for a moment, looking at him sideways. "That would be Mr. Tracey…who is out of town this week. Which only leaves his wife…"

"Mrs. Tracey…oh." Blaine breathed out and shuddered in realization, thinking back to a few nights ago. "So that's a no."

"Exactly."

Well, he could…

Blaine swallowed thickly, cheeks coloring at the thought that crossed his mind. "Um…if you want to wait till morning, when Mrs. Tracey is up and probably in a better mood, then you could always crash at my place. J-Just for the night."

Kurt stared at him, ears and neck flushing from the offer and what it could entail. "Uh…"

"Y-You could take the couch, or my bed. Which ever you prefer, and I'll sleep on whatever you don't. It can be totally platonic. Promise. I'll keep my hands to myself." Blaine tripped over his words, stuffing his hands into his own coat pockets.

Kurt bit his lip, finding Blaine's nervous ramblings cute as ever. "As kind as that offer is, I think I have to pass." When he saw Blaine's face droop, he placed a hand on his olive cheek. "In all honesty, its not your hands I'd be worried about if I went over there. It'd be mine."

Blaine blinked, feeling something stir inside his belly. "What?" He squeaked.

Kurt giggled, kissing his cheek sweetly before cocking his head to the side. "I think I'll just make my way up the fire escape, venture in through Rachel's window."

He patted Blaine's cheek lightly, stepping off the steps to go around the side of the building, swaying his hips the entire way. It took a moment for Blaine to find his voice, "W-Wait! I'll walk you to your…win-dow."

Smooth.

Blaine sprints around the corner, just in time to see Kurt standing on the first step of the fire escape ladder. "Ever the gentlemen." Kurt smiled at him, waving him over to follow him up the levels. The two climbed the metal stairs up to Finn and Rachel's apartment, Blaine blushing and trying not stare at Kurt's ass the entire way. But it was just there, swaying in front of him, looking all perfect and begging for his hands to reach out and squeeze. Then suddenly he heard, "Are you staring at my ass?"

"W-What? No…NO…nu uh. H-How, what? Me?" Blaine scoffed, and scoffed, then scoffed again.

"Blaine…" Kurt stressed, still climbing and not looking behind him. Blaine didn't see the smirk on his face.

He sighed in defeat, "Yes."

To his surprise, Kurt spun around once they reached his level, pulling Blaine by his collar towards the apartment window. "Good." He kissed Blaine, holding his face between his pale hands and molding their lips together.

Blaine moaned into the action, kissing back desperately and holding Kurt to him by his waist. Kurt wrapped his arms around him, threading his fingers into Blaine's hair. He wished Blaine would wear his curls loose one of these days. Lips were parted quickly, Kurt kissing and licking into Blaine mouth. The curly-haired male was eager to suck on Kurt's tongue, warm and wet with just a hint of earlier's Tequila. Before he knew it, Blaine's ankles hit the steps behind him, both of them falling back onto the staircase. "Oof!"

Kurt chuckled breathily when he realized he landed on Blaine, blushing at the way Blaine looked right then. Chest heaving, lips parted, and cheeks slightly pink. He hoped it was more because of him than the slightly cold weather. Kurt cleared his throat, playing with one of Blaine's loosened curls. "I've been meaning to ask you. Did you mean it?"

Blaine furrowed his brows, blinking up at Kurt with confusion. "Mean what?" He shifted slightly, the heat in his lower belly growing when he noticed Kurt was nestled between his legs. He really hoped Kurt couldn't feel his…excitement.

"The song."

"Which song?"

Kurt huffed, poking his coat-clad chest. "You know which one."

"Oh…" Blaine pursed his lips, gaze flickering away before coming back to Kurt's. "Yes."

"Yes to what?"

"To all of it. I'm…I'm ready for the perfect storm." Kurt's eyebrows rose at that, lips quirking in slight amusement. Blaine leant up and whispered in Kurt's ear, "I wanna play with magic." Kurt shuddered at the hot breath against his ear, a warm comfort against the coolness of the night. He attacked Blaine's lips with his own, kissing him desperately and worked on getting Blaine out of his coat. His pale fingers hastily jerked the buttons out of the coat holes, exposing Blaine's thin button-up to the night air. Blaine shivered, breath hitching against Kurt's lips. He jumped in surprise when Kurt's hands started unbuttoning his pants. "W-What are you doing?"

Kurt nipped at Blaine's bottom lip when he pulled away, continuing to kiss down his chin and neck. He mumbled against his skin, "I don't know…" He pulled down Blaine's zipper. "You tell me."

Blaine was about to protest—for heaven sake, they were out on a stairwell where anyone could see them!—but Kurt's hand was faster than his brain. "W-What happened to keeping our hands to ourselves?"

He giggled, "I said I was worried…didn't say I'd be able to control myself." Slender fingers wrapped around the half-hard cock in Blaine's opened pants and he groaned at the feeling. "But if you want me to stop…"

Blaine's hips jerked into Kurt's loosening hold, whimpering and canting his hips in order to chase the delicious friction from the retreating soft hand. "Fuck, no, no, no. Kurt…Kurt, please." He whined, keening when Kurt's hand gripped him once more, stroking him sure and firm. "Oh God, what if…what if someone sees?"

Kurt chuckled huskily, "It's past two in the morning. We're nine stories high, and in the dark of an alleyway. I think we'll be fine." He only removed his hand from Blaine's boxers to pull down the pink pants and boxer-briefs, just enough to expose his erect member. Kurt licked his lips at the sight, rewrapping his hand around the pulsing organ, the reddened head poking through his first.

Blaine's back arched when Kurt's pulled down his pants, his dick twitching at the unexpected coolness. He moaned when Kurt's thumb twirled around his slit, spreading the beading precome over the head and shaft. His hand cupped the back of Kurt's neck, angling his head so their mouths fit together. They kissed open-mouth and sloppy with too much tongue, but Blaine couldn't help it when Kurt was stroking him like that.

Shit, shit, shit.

"Kurt…KURT." He panted against the paler man's mouth, breathy and laced with want.

Kurt hummed, "Ya say somethin', baby?" Blaine whimpered at the pet name, scrambling for Kurt's coat. He unbuttoned it and pushed it down until it caught in the crooks of Kurt's elbows. Then he ripped open Kurt's pants, arousal pumping through his veins and making his movements a little fumbling. Kurt's hand stilled, a surprised gasp passing from his lips when Blaine started pulling down his underwear and skintight jeans in one go. He pressed his forehead against Blaine's slightly perspiring one, eyes closing as Blaine's hand wrapped around his already hard member, having gotten excited from Blaine's weeping cock in his hand. It's been a while since Kurt's been touched intimately, especially in a way that felt so good, that made him feel WANTED. "Geezus…what are you…?"

Blaine kissed Kurt passionately, slapping the other's hand away and pulling him closer to Blaine's lap. He lined up their equally hardened erections, both whining and keening as they brushed against one another. Blaine licked his palm quickly, messily getting his hand moist before wrapping it around both their dicks. Kurt had to grasp onto Blaine's shoulders, hiding his face where Blaine's neck and shoulder met. "Want you to cum too." They moaned throatily when Blaine started stroking them both at the same time, Kurt nearly sobbing with desire when he realized Blaine wanted him to feel pleasure too. The only things going through both their minds were 'fuckhotmorefaster.' "Goddamn, Kurt you feel so good."

Kurt nodded into Blaine's neck, silently agreeing and fucking into Blaine's fist as it simultaneously jacked them off. The friction from their shafts rubbing together sending unbelievably pleasurable sparks through their bodies. "Fuck, Blaine…"

"Yeah, come on. You close, Kurt?" Blaine asked, giving the hard-ons in his hand a firm squeeze, just wanting to feel Kurt throb against him. He bit into Blaine's neck, goose bumps rising on his skin as Blaine's other hand skated across his hip. Kurt jerked back and shouted in surprise when the hand trailed down his crack, cumming when Blaine gripped onto one of his firm supple cheeks. He hooked his chin over Blaine's shoulder, his erratic breathing trying to even out as the shorter man under him rutted against him, his hot cum splattered on Blaine's lap making his efforts slick and sticky. Blaine's hand stripping both their cocks was making slick sounds, all the while Kurt not even caring about the oversensitivity, as long as Blaine kept grunting and making those sexy desperate noises. Kurt whimpered when Blaine turned to pant in his ear, nibbling his lobe and gripping his ass tighter. God, he hoped Blaine's handprint would stay there for more than a few hours. Blaine growled into Kurt's ear when he came, making sure their groins were as close as possible when his orgasm peaked.

Kurt nuzzled Blaine's neck, sighing in contentment when he felt Blaine's cum splash over his nether regions. It was messy, and going to be a bitch to clean up later, but right now it just felt so good…like, dirty good. He squeaked in surprise when Blaine slapped his still exposed ass, he pulled back, scandalized by the brazen move. "Hey!"

Blaine chuckled, biting his lip to keep from laughing louder. "Guess you should've been worried about my hands." Kurt huffed at him, pouting cutely. The sated young man smiled softly at the other's adorably pushed out bottom lip. He brought one of is hands up with the intention of cupping Kurt's cheek to kiss away the sulky expression, only to freeze with his hand next to Kurt's cheek. His hand was dripping with their cum.

He started pulling it away, looking for something or somewhere to wipe his hand off. Blaine still wanted to kiss Kurt after all, though he was sure Kurt wouldn't appreciate their fluids smeared on his face. What surprised him was when Kurt grabbed his wrist, looking at the dripping cum before turning his darkened gaze to Blaine and smirking mischievously. Kurt licked a broad strip through the middle of Blaine's hand, moaning happily as their combined flavors exploded across his taste buds. Blaine let out a guttural groan at that, dick twitching and trying to get hard again as Kurt kept lapping at his hand. The paler male hummed in approval, liberally tracing through each web between Blaine's fingers with his tongue. Kurt sucked three of Blaine's fingers into his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks as he sucked to get the remaining taste of their jizz off his fingers. Blaine gave a full body shudder as Kurt slurped his fingers, wicked things going through his mind at where that tongue could go to better use.

However, before anymore thought could be put towards that, both men heard a loud shrilling shriek come from the window next to them. Both men whipped their heads to the side, Blaine losing every trace of flushed arousal as it was replaced with a horrified pale tint. There stood Rachel Berry-Hudson, hands clasped over her mouth, shocked at having caught her best friend—now stepbrother-in-law—with his dick out and covered in cum with another guy's hand in his mouth. "OHMYGOD! OH MY GOD, KURT?!" She averted her eyes and ran from the bedroom, heading towards the living room and assumedly going to screech at Finn. "FINN! FINN CHRISTOPHER HUDSON, YOU GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE!"

The two on the stairwell were still frozen, Kurt's mouth falling open in mortification as Blaine's fingers slipped from his lips. Blaine stared at the window, then stared at Kurt, Rachel's hysterical voice could be heard somewhere in the background. Kurt swallowed thickly, "Oh—"

"Well…"

"—my—"

"I guess your brother's back from his honeymoon."

"—GOD!" Kurt stood up and pulled up his pants, stuffing himself back inside and covering himself up with his coat. "I can't—I can't even right now."

Blaine stood up as well, tucking himself back in his pants and zipping up. "Could be worse."

"How?!" Kurt asked incredulously.

"It could have been your stepbrother." Blaine smirked, his initial humiliation having obviously faded.

Kurt snorted disbelievingly, pushing Blaine back towards the descending stairs. "Yeah, you need to go now."

"Well, wait…come over this weekend."

"What?"

Blaine grasped one of Kurt's hands, "I want to see you."

"YOU SAW…KURT AND…WHO?!" Finn spluttered from somewhere in the apartment.

Kurt groaned, "You need to get out of here before Finn has a conniption."

"Fine but, just promise me you'll come."

"Blaine, I…they're back now. I should go ho—"

"One more date, just see me one last time before you decide whether or not to go home."

"Whether or…? Blaine I was always going home."

"PLEASE, Kurt." Blaine pleaded.

Kurt bit lip, contemplating something. It was really hard to say no when Blaine was giving him those pleading puppy-dog eyes. "Okay…Okay." He laughed lightly in surprise when Blaine surged forward and kissed him chastely. "All right. Now go! I have a sis to welcome home and bro to talk out of knocking down your door."

Blaine kissed him quickly once more, face beaming as he watched Kurt swing one leg over the ledge to crawl back in. "Kurt wait!"

"What?!" Kurt asked hastily, rolling his eyes as he heard Finn shout something along the lines of 'is he still out there defiling my brother?!'

" 'Cause we danced all night to the best song ever!"

Kurt rubbed a hand over his face; Blaine was utterly ridiculous. "Go home already!" He hissed at the cheeky hazel-eyed man, even if there was no heat behind his words. He shimmied back into the Berry-Hudson apartment, trying desperately to keep the happy afterglow off his face while he prepared to do some damage control.

Blaine chuckled as he damn near skipped down the flights of steps.

"I think it went oh, oh, oh."

When he reached the bottom of the fire escape, he looked up at the apartment building, smiling from ear to ear as he walked backwards towards his building.

"I think it went yeah, yeah, yeah."

He twirled his apartment keys around his finger.

"It was the best song ever."

Blaine sighed dreamily as he leant against the inside of the elevator; patiently waiting while it took him to his designated floor.

It was the best night ever…

A/N: First song: Jason Derulo's 'The Other Side.' (many of the dance moves described came from the actual music video) Second: Katy Perry's 'Dark Horse.' ft. Juicy J. Third: Lady Gaga's 'Applause.' And little snippets from One Direction's 'Best Song Ever' at the end there.

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P.S. Glee Season 5 premiere tomorrow! (...later today?) *squeeeeeeeeee* xD