Author's Note: Ugh this semester is kicking my ass! Please bear with me while I try to get through this hell week of midterms. Trying my best not to leave you guys hanging! Honest! Leaving a nice long chapter for you guys to get by on. :)
Happy Reading!
Song explanation:
Blaine (Bold)
(Nick and Jeff) (Parentheses/Bold)
Hope you like it and that it makes sense! Let me know if it doesn't!
*Warning* for mentions of implied blowjobs, semi-public sexual situations, references to self- harm, and curse words.
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 23)
"Blaine, BLAINE." Kurt giggled, "You have to GO." He pushed against the shorter one's chest, smiling around a huff when he was just pushed back against the kitchen doorframe.
He made an indignant noise, pressing his body against Kurt's tighter, burying his face into the taller male's soft warm neck. "Nu uh. Don't wanna." Blaine pressed his lips against the exposed porcelain neck, revisiting the purpling bruise he'd sucked into the taunt tendon no more than an hour ago. "Come on, let me blow you again. Pleeeaase."
Kurt could feel himself turning red, pants still undone from the damn near ravaging Blaine did to him before Finn got home. "M-My brother's home. We can't…" His voice wasn't as firm as he'd hoped.
"Your bro said he was taking a shower. He'll never know." Blaine purred, licking his lips because he could still fucking taste him.
The blue eyed male gasped when the musician's already re-hardened cock was pressed against the inside of his thigh, Blaine's hips hitching and grinding against the teeth of Kurt's half zipped jeans. "Oh God, what has gotten into you?" He wondered, mewling when the little nip Blaine gave to his pulse point caused his still spent dick to twitch too soon in interest. "Geesus."
Blaine rumbled a laugh, deep and husk-like. "Don't know. Always feel like this before a big gig." He licked the shell of Kurt's ear and nuzzled his sideburns, kissing along the line of his sharp jaw. "Wes thinks its nerves, and David's just glad its not like Trent's pre-show jitters. Pit-sweats and hurls." His olive toned fingers dug into Kurt's slim hips, dragging their bodies impossibly closer to rub against one another for more friction. "Just wait until after the gig. When I'm all revved up from the crowd, drenched in sweat, and rock hard for you baby." Blaine pressed his lips against Kurt's, encouraging the other to part his own so he could delve inside. The feeble moan the taller male gave was enough to make the rocker smile wickedly.
I bet he can taste himself.
He gave a full body shudder, barely managing to pry their mouths apart before he just gave in to Blaine's insistence. "Well if you don't leave now, they're all going to kill you." Kurt said breathlessly, doing his best to give him his most convincing 'series face,' façade breaking the minute he emitted a high-pitch squeak because Blaine un-expectantly began palming his ass. "Blaine Devon!"
The musician just chuckled, sighing in defeat when his hands were smacked in a chastising manner. "Fiiiine." He strung out, rolling his eyes as he let Kurt push him towards the door. "Can't I at least get a goodbye kiss?"
Kurt snorted, "Oh no, not when the last one ended up with you on your knees and my pants bunched up around my thighs." He quickly bent down to grab the overnight bag Blaine had decided to start bringing to their many sleepovers, hooking the strap over his boy's shoulder without stopping in his persistence for him to leave. "Now go, you'll be lucky to make it in time for the sound check."
"But your lips, they'll be missing my kisses! Our faces are meant to touch forever!" Blaine went on dramatically, falling against the taller male and clinging to him stubbornly.
Despite himself, Kurt did giggle, shaking his head fondly at the heap of handsome man he had in his arms. "I think I'll survive."
"Noooooo…" He drawled out, cute and sulkily.
The paler male opened the front door, hauling him upright and setting him outside his stepbrother's threshold. "Are you done?"
"Nu uh!" The musician quipped, sounding a little too petulant for a man in his twenties. He proceeded to pull Kurt out into the hallway, wrapping his arms around him in a tender hold. Blaine pressed his face into Kurt's chest, taking a deep breath and sighing, more relaxed than before. Peeking up shyly, he pillowed his cheek against the other's firm peck, "Tonight, when I'm on stage, promise you won't think any less of me? I-I tend to lose myself in the heat of the moment, just get lost in the performance, ya know?"
Sometimes, I don't like who I am by the end of the night.
He lifted a hand and pet the back of his head, smiling softly, "Blaine, I already know who you are. Playing this gig, doing your JOB, is not going to change the way I see you." Kurt's smile widened, the taller male pressing an affectionate kiss to his dark curly hairline. "So when you're up there, don't worry about what I think. Because I will be there, watching you perform, cheering you on."
Blaine stared up at him for minute, giving himself a moment to take in how freaking amazing he was. Then he smirked wickedly, reaching up to nip playfully at his porcelain chin. "You gonna wear something sexy for me, baby? Be my eye candy for the night?"
"I guess you're just going to have to wait until tonight to find out." But then it was Kurt's turn to act a little coy, batting his eyelashes and biting his lower lip teasingly. "Tell you what. Promise me that you're going to give the performance of your life up there, and when it's all over, I'll be waiting for you. In your bed. Dressed up…" He trailed a hand down Blaine's spine lightly, stopping to trace the olive skin just above the waistband of his jeans. "…or as dressed down as you want. Ready to help you release all that pent up post-performance energy."
The musician shuddered and moaned, rising up on his toes to give Kurt one last hard kiss. "Fuck, you're not helping me want to leave here."
"Well that's a shame. Because the sooner you get to 'The Pinn Up,' the sooner we can get this night started." He waggled his eyebrows for good measure, Blaine groaning in his protest to leave, but this time allowed Kurt to shove him back towards the exit. "Now get out of here. Look for me later tonight. I'll be the one in black leather."
"Don't make me come back there!"
Kurt laughed out loud at Blaine's response, watching his boy enter the elevator before he ventured back inside the apartment. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, his level of excitement for night ahead increasing with every passing second. Just as he was about to see if Finn was done showering so he could take his turn, there was a knock on the apartment door. Huffing out an exasperated chuckle, he tiredly turned the knob and opened the door again. "Blaine, if you LITERALLY don't leave right now—"
The blue-eyed male stopped short of what he had been saying, finding no one at his door even as he stuck his head out to glance up and down the empty hallway. For a second, Kurt thought he might have gone a little insane. Until he happened to glance down to find a small bag with colorful tissue paper sticking out of it. Smiling to himself, Kurt picked it up, opening the tiny card attached to the handle.
I want to be able look to into the crowd
and know you're wearing this just for me.
What do you say?
~YOUR #1 FAN
He let out a breath through his nose, finding Blaine's gift to be entirely too cheesy. But, well, he had to find out what it was, right? Kurt swiftly removed the tissue paper and peered inside the bag, eyebrows rising and his face flushing a deep shade of red.
Kinky. Little. Hobbit.
Kurt had never been to a bar where a rock concert was playing, so it was safe to say that when he walked into 'The Pinn Up' that night, he was genuinely overwhelmed by the intensity of the atmosphere.
I feel something so right
By doing the wrong thing
And I feel something so wrong
By doing the right thing
I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lie
Everything that kills me makes me feel alive
He was glad that he'd made the decision to huddle close to the bar, not at all interested in venturing into the frightening mosh-pit type crowd currently jumping up and down in the middle of his brother's bar. Though he had to give his boy his props, Blaine certainly was putting on a show as he sang and gyrated on top of one of the VIP tables instead of on stage with the rest of his band. Kurt vaguely wondered if that was the norm for him. The club spotlight was on him, illuminating the sweat dripping down his stubbly olive neck, the dark contrast of thick guyliner tracing his hazel orbs, and his wet curls bouncing with every move he made (guess Wes threw out the hair straitened look). Blaine's clothes were already sticking to him deliciously what with the amount of sweat he was dripping, black V-neck and tight jeans reminding Kurt of what he had to look forward to later. The few glints he saw were probably the piercings the musician had to put back in for the gig, his boy's tongue piercing winking at him and planting teasing thoughts about how they could put that metal ball to use later.
Goddamn…
Lately I been, I been losing sleep (hey!)
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I been, I been prayin' hard (hey!)
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be, we'll be counting stars
Blaine was encouraging the crowd to clap along with him, stomping on the table and smirking that devilish grin he'd perfected just to get the ladies to scream his name. He sang into the mic and kept jumping as high as he could, pumping up the crowd for the rest of the night they had ahead of them. People were fist pumping and throwing up the 'rock on' symbol while Blaine fed off the crowd's energy, feeling it roil throughout his body as his pulse thudded heavily in his ears.
Take that money
Watch it burn
Sink in the river
The lessons I learned
Take that money
Watch it burn
We'll be, we'll be counting stars!
The band played the final note for the song and crowd was in uproar, clapping, cussing, and screaming for more. "Well, that was good for me, how about you?" The response he got was just more screams and shouts. "Hmm…I'll take that as a yes." Blaine chuckled into the microphone, hopping up onto the backing of the booth so he could jump and make his way back to the stage. There were girls wearing ripped up 'Pav's Last Song' shirts and a bunch of the guys had on the band's wristbands. Ripped jeans, mesh shirts, steel toed boots, and leather skirts littered the audience, Blaine making eyes at one particular girl who was sitting atop her boyfriend's shoulders and making a heart with her hands for him to see. She swooned.
He hopped off the back of the booth and rounded behind the speakers so he could climb back on stage, his abdomen exposed when he lifted his shirt so he could wipe his face down with the hem of it. Excited screams screeched throughout the club. Blaine just laughed, "Sorry, I don't plan on striping until the end of the night." There were some laughs and the girls were getting really good at screaming as enthusiastically as they do. Nick wasn't too impressed though, just rolling his eyes at Blaine's showboating. The singer set his mic on the stand, "So New York…ready to blow the roof off this place?" He smiled when more guys shouted their agreement this time, turning to Jeff and signaling for him to start the next song. Before the lyrics begin, Blaine took the opportunity to scan the crowd, for once cursing the spotlight that was on him because he couldn't properly see anyone's face.
Kurt, where are you…?
The man in question stared for a moment longer as he caught the hints of Blaine breaking character, searching the crowd before he went back at it. Smile looking sex-drunk and voice sounding growly as he began to sing the next song. One that Kurt didn't recognize this time. He kept his eyes on Blaine as he made his way to the bar, 'oofing' in surprise when a hard body bumped into him. "Shit! Watch where you're going you du—wait a minute, KURT?!"
Kurt waved a hand in his face, swatting away the cigarette smoke that was clouding his line of vision. He brightened when he saw who it was, "Jake! Hey, finally. Someone I know."
Jake didn't say anything at first, not even paying attention to the two drinks that were tipped over on his tray from when they had bumped into each other. His mouth was hanging open a little and his eyebrows were furrowed together as he gave Kurt this unreadable look. "What are you wearing? Has Puck or Finn seen this?"
He made a 'pfft' sound at the bouncer even though he knew it'd go unheard due to the loud music, scrunching his nose up at the younger Puckerman. It was true. Kurt's clothes were a bit on the racy side this evening, even for him. The paler male was wearing obscenely skintight black jeans that accentuated his pert ass, black combat boots that laced up all the way to his knees, and a sleeveless leather vest that zipped up over the right half of his torso. Since he decided to forgo an undershirt, the leather kept brushing against his nipples until they were coaxed into a constant state of hardness, each rub sending renewed sparks of pleasure throughout his body. Whenever he moved his arms the toned muscles in his biceps flexed, the blue veins stark under his porcelain skin. A couple of wristbands were on his left hand (one of course being 'Pav's Last Song') while the other donned a fingerless black mesh glove, and he wore a silver chain necklace he borrowed from Blaine. His mussed up coif was bordering on sex-tousled, leaving his flawless alabaster face completely unobstructed. Though, trying to tear one's eyes away from Kurt's bright glasz orbs framed with guyliner was almost impossible. "Actually, I wasn't aware that I had to run my clothing options by them at all."
"Ya know they're gonna flip right?"
The older male rolled his eyes, "Well then, if that happens, my outfit will have been a complete success."
"Huh?"
"If I can get any reaction out of the guys, just think of the rise this little number will get out of Blaine." Kurt hinted at suggestively, laughing when Jake looked absolutely horrified and uncomfortable.
"You are not making our job any easier." Jake commented, eyes darting to a booth behind Kurt along one of the walls.
Kurt tilted his head, the other boy not realizing his brother's friend had heard him. "What're going on about?"
Jake quickly realized his error, trying to cool his face to look as unsuspicious as possible. "N-Nothing! Just…uh, dressing like that, kind of desperate if you ask me. Might give guys the wrong idea, drawing attention to yourself like that, ya know?"
The younger Puckerman received a deadpanned expression from Kurt, "There is literally a chick over there flashing the band and you want to talk to ME about drawing attention to myself?"
Idiot.
"Seriously?! I just escorted one out for doing that like ten minutes ago. Dammit." He handed the tray to Kurt, "Here, can you take that to bar please?" Jake didn't want for answer, just started making his way through the crowd towards the woman. "Hey, HEY! The club has a no flashing policy! Put those away or I'm gonna kick ya out of here! Ow, what the—fuck!"
He couldn't help it when he snickered, Kurt watching Jake get into a tussle with the tit flasher's beefy boyfriend. It was quite funny. Once he saw that Jake had gotten the upper hand though, he got bored, and decided to get rid of the tray that had been forced upon him. The done up young man squeezed through the crowd that was raising hell about getting their drinks. Kurt made it to the front and put down his tray, catching sight of Puck handing over a pitcher of beer to one of the patrons. "Um…I don't think one of the table's got their drinks."
Puck flipped a bottle of vodka and poured a shot, sliding it down the bar countertop before he glanced up, cursing up a storm when he saw the disarray of the tray. "God—fucking—dammit! This here is expensive, and is coming out of Jake's pay!" The older Puckerman shook his head, taking the tipped over glasses and tossing them into one of the sinks to be washed later. He got out some fresh glasses and began remaking the order. "This shit is ridiculous."
"Hey! You didn't take my order!"
"In a minute!" Puck shouted.
"Where's my drink? I've been waiting forever."
"Just a second…"
"Bitch, get out of here! I was here first!"
"Just back the fuck up! Only got two hands!" Puck barely finished making one of the drinks before another dude was shouting about where his drink was. The bar owner thunked his head down on the countertop to spew curses and various sounds of frustration.
And The Original Badass is floundering.
Kurt actually felt a little sympathetic, poking Puck's Mohawk to get his attention. "Looks like you're a bit overwhelmed."
The ex-Titan snapped his head up, glowering at him. "This is all your boy's fault. We weren't prepared for THIS big a crowd when we gave them the gig. The bar has never had to deal with this kind of crazy. "
"Then I guess we better start learning." Kurt smirked, "Think you could use an extra pair of hands?"
Puck actually looked a little grateful, "Don't mess with me, Hummel. I am very fragile at the moment."
He just laughed, reaching a hand out for Puck to grab on to, letting his stepbrother's best friend help him leap over the counter. "Did you forget that I'm a mixologist too? I got my license just like you two did, because at the start of this thing I KNEW you two knuckleheads were so in over your heads. And even though I may not have used it since NYADA, it's just like riding a bike, isn't it?" Kurt turned on the sink and washed his hands, grabbing the rag out of Puck's back pocket to dry them and then draped it over his own shoulder. "So, what order needs to be taken care of first?" When Puck still looked a bit hesitant, Kurt added, "Unless you're looking to hiring more people, finally."
"Hell no! 'The Pinn Up' is a sacred place and stays in the family!" He looked at Kurt for another minute, considering the offer, and then he held out a hand. "Glad to have you back in action, Hummel."
Kurt slapped his own hand against Puck's, humoring the jock's way of thanking him without verbally saying it. "Yeah, yeah. Just know that this ain't out of the kindness of my heart. You owe me one, Noah."
"Stop calling me that! Just—" Puck said huffily, shoving the tray with newly made drinks Kurt's way, "take these to Jake's booth over there, will you?"
The paler boy chuckled, taking the tray and glancing over at the booth in question. He paused, "Huh…one of them girls looks familiar. Hey Puck, do you know those girls over there?"
"What?" Puck said distractedly, flipping a bottle and pouring a shot for one of his customers. He glanced over for a second before nodding, "Just met 'em the other day, I think their names are Marley and Chic? I don't know. Kid brother's supposedly double dating with his buddy tonight."
He hummed, watching as Jake's friend leaned over to kiss the darker one's cheek. "I think you mean Unique."
"Some bull spit like that. Let me guess, another NYADA alum?"
"You could say that, but I knew her when she was still went by Wade."
Puck's eyebrows rose at that, seeming interested and impressed by the information, but other than that didn't really question it. Kurt liked how Puck's indifference to such things could still pleasantly surprise him, considering how he started out when they first met. He passed over another pitcher of beer to someone in line, leaning a hand on the countertop for a moment and drumming his fingers atop the marble. His eyes narrowed, registering something he hadn't before. "There some Mister Dominatrix Pageant happening that I don't know about? No seriously, because what in the hell are you wearing? I refuse to believe Finn let you leave the apartment wearing this get up. I—oh wait, he hasn't seen you yet, has he? For the love of God, I hope he comes back from that liquor run soon because I cannot wait to see his face when he gets a load of the 'fuck me' vibes his baby brother is just exuding tonight, my damn."
"Why is it that everyone collectively forgets that I am OLDER than all of you?" Kurt glared at the other male, making a sound of discontent when Puck just erupted into a fit of laughter. The blue-eyed boy 'hmphed,' turning on his heels to deliver the tray of drinks before he thought better of helping his so-called friend.
"Make room, fellas! Hot piece of ass trying to get through there!"
Ugh, it's going to be a long night.
Blaine hit the last note of the song, breathing heavily into the microphone to catch his breath as he heard the last vestiges of Jeff's guitar notes fade throughout the club. The crowd was clapping and screaming for more, the musician still smiling wide even though he was pretty exhausted. His curls were glistening with shine, the sweat dripping down the back of his neck and traveling across the contours of his face. He ran a hand through his wet locks, shaking his head at the crowd to rid himself of the heavy droplets. They seemed to like that. "Well, that's it, were done. Bye!"
"WHAT?!"
"BOOOOOO!"
"N'OTHER SONG! N'OTHER SONG! N'OTHER SONG!"
The chants got louder and louder, Blaine gestured for them to calm down while he made a light 'shushing' noise into the mic. "Geez, I was just kidding, guys! There are still more songs to come, no worries." Out of the corner of his eye he saw Jeff trying to get his attention, signaling for Blaine to call a tiny break. "Uh…so while we're setting up for the next set, you guys should visit the bar. Freshen up your drinks, do some body shots…who knows, maybe a couple of us will join you!" He winked and a good portion of the crowd screamed, the scruffy male sliding the mic into the stand.
While the guys were setting up what was next, Jeff pointed Blaine's line of sight in the direction of left stage. When he turned and saw what his friend was pointing out—or rather whom—a big dopey grin spread across his face. The singer didn't waist anytime hopping off the side of the stage, bounding towards the beautiful boy in leather. He couldn't help himself as he pushed the other up against the wall, one of the loud speakers hiding them from the crowd's view. "Goddamn, do you have any idea what this outfit is doing to me right now?"
Kurt made a barely audible surprised noise, a water bottle or two slipping from his grip from the armful he'd brought for the band members. "A lot, hopefully. I wore it just for you." He smirked, watching the way Blaine drank him in, his hazel eyes roaming over his entire body appreciatively. "A gift from your #1 Fan." The boy hinted.
Best gift EVER.
He quickly pressed his lips against Kurt's, reaching down to his ass that was propped up delectably thanks to those tight pants. Blaine squeezed his ass, loving the reaction he got from the other boy when he pulled his head back from the kiss to moan a little too loudly. All the water bottles fell to the floor at that point, Kurt keening when Blaine stroked his bottom, the blue-eyed boy's eyes becoming lust-blown and his breathing becoming harsher. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and dove in for another kiss, one that was dirtier and more desperate than the last. He even wrapped his legs around the other's waist, the musician using the wall to press Kurt against it and hold them up. "How are you so fucking perfect?" Blaine husked out between their kisses, nipping the paler male's bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth.
The other boy whined high in his throat, chocking in surprise when Blaine started to grind against him. His movements caused friction against both of their crotches and the leather vest to rub against Kurt's nipples. He tightened his legs around Blaine's, gripping onto his sweat slick hair so he could control their feverish kisses. Kurt hadn't planned on the two of them going at each other like this, still wasn't sure what came over him as he continued to move his hips against him, shamelessly rubbing their clothed hoard-ons together in the openness of the club. One of Blaine's hands slowly wriggled between their bodies, his fingers blindly fumbling to the front of Kurt's pants, the singer pulling back in confusion to look down between them and un-expectantly discovered that those pants had no button or zipper. Kurt huffed when he realized why Blaine's tongue was no longer in his mouth, and wordlessly guided the other's hand to the right side of his hip. "Buttons are on the side of these pants, genius."
Blaine rolled his eyes at Kurt, settling for kissing him swiftly on the mouth while he thumbed the top hip button in contemplation. Before he could make a decision though, they heard, "Ok, really?!" Wes screeched when he finally found his lead singer. "Blaine we don't have time for this! You have less than a minute to be back on stage!" He pointed at Kurt, who was still suspended off the floor with his legs locked around his musician. "And you should know better than to bring groupies back here! Excuse me but this part of the club is off limits and is for band members or 'The Pinn Up' employees only."
"Wes it's me. Kurt." The embarrassed boy clarified, looking anywhere but the Image Consultant as he unhooked his legs from around Blaine and tried to gingerly set himself down. The shift in position had him suppressing a groan as he got reacquainted with his legs keeping him upright. "I was just bringing you guys some water."
"Oh—Uh, Kurt!" Wes suddenly turned apologetic, meek even. "That's fine! Very generous of you actually. I know the band is grateful that you care for their well being. So the water?" He chirped, never one to take a higher tone with someone connected with a client.
"Um…well." Kurt flushed red a little, glancing down and seeing the pile of scattered water bottles at their feet.
Wes followed his line of sight and raised an eyebrow. "Hmm…I see."
Someone kill me please.
Blaine was just glaring daggers at Wes for interrupting a pretty intense make-out session, right when it was about to turn into something much more gratifying than their current hump and grind. Just to spite him, Blaine snatched a bottle off the floor and uncapped it, taking a swing of the still cool water. "See? Still refreshing. Kurt, don't mind Wes. Thank for the water." He bent down and started tossing the remaining bottles to the Image Consultant. "Here, how about actually being useful and give these to the guys so we can begin the second half of the set without the risk of dehydration?"
The consultant fumbled a bit, catching the bottles haphazardly and erratically. "W-Wha—But the you have to—"
"I'm going, Wes. Just give me half a minute please!" He stressed, giving his a friend a pleading look and subtly tilted his head towards Kurt.
The Image Consultant thought about it for a few seconds, glancing down at his watch around the water bottles and huffing in acquiescent. "Fine. Thirty seconds. We got a show to do and a crowd to keep happy!" With that he gave one more meaningful look towards the singer and scurried his way back on stage, dispersing the water to the parched musicians.
Hazel eyes closed in exasperation, shaking his head in annoyance before he turned back towards a still rebuked looking Kurt whose gaze was currently downcast, "Hey." He chanced a glance up, his porcelain cheeks flaming and glasz eyes bright. "Sorry for ambushing you a minute ago."
Kurt scoffed, ducking his head a bit and trying to suppress a smile by biting his lower lip. "S'okay. Not like I put up much of a fight, right?"
"Yeah, guess not." Blaine laughed, stepping forward and leaning a hand on the wall beside Kurt's head. "Thank you for showing up tonight, and for making my break worthwhile." Then he perched up to press his lips against Kurt's once more, moving their mouths against each other in a quick searing kiss.
It was over before the blue-eyed boy could properly register the swift tongue dipping into his pliant mouth, their lips smacking apart being the complete opposite of what he wanted. "Any time." With his lids heavy and his pupils dark with lust-blown pleasure, he added, "You may be their rock star, Anderson, but just remember that tonight I'm the only one you're going home with."
Wouldn't have it any other way.
Unbeknownst to the couple though, they weren't all that hidden from the view of the crowd. Someone was watching them, and if Blaine had been paying attention to anything other than Kurt, he would have noticed a very familiar faded peach jacket making it's rounds about the club.
Blaine was hard when he finally walked back on stage, his arousal rekindled every time his eyes found Kurt's in the crowd. The promise of what was to come teasing his waning erection back to a prominent bulge in his pants. He smirked at the audience as the song they were playing trickled to an end, Jeff signaling that he was going to change out guitars. "So how many of you sexy people are here with a date tonight?" About half of the crowd shouted their answer of yes. "Cool. Cool. Now how many of you are hoping to find one to take home?"
More of them screamed in agreement with that question, one person even shouting, "Only if its with you, Blaine!"
He laughed, "Hey, I just may take you up on that. Anyone else hoping to go home with one of my friends up here?" Blaine gestured to his band mates behind him, girls and guys alike screaming excitedly at the thought. Nick was still continuing to glare at him when he caught sight of his band mate. The musician had no idea what had crawled up his friend's butt lately, but obviously it wasn't Jeff or he wouldn't be this irritated by it. So he just smiled coolly, turning his attention away from his bassist and back to scanning the crowd to find the face HE planned to go home with. But when his hazel eyes finally found him, Blaine froze.
You have got to be shittin' me.
Kurt had a permanent blush staining his cheeks the entire time he was serving drinks. He could practically feel the way Blaine's eyes tracked him behind the bar, only proving himself right every time he looked up and their eyes connected. The lithe male only looked long enough to see the musician growl out a lyric around a dirty smile, his mischievous smirk curling hot desire in his lower belly. Puck had to clear his throat around him once or twice just to snap him out of his daze, especially when Blaine had crouched to the floor, leaned in a bit too close while he sang so one of the girls could take a selfie with him.
Teasing bastard.
"My, my, not even past midnight and you're already back to looking like a sad pumpkin?" A familiar voice sneered in Kurt's direction. "Or maybe it's just your squash-shaped hips."
He looked up from the Martini he was making behind the bar, putting down the shaker when he recognized the patronizing male in front of him, the jerk from the mall. "It's you."
"Oh, you remember me? That's so sweet, Cinderella."
Don't call me that.
Kurt felt his face flush red (this time from anger), his jaw ticking as he slid the Martini over to the person who ordered it, never losing eye contact with the guy. "Who are you? And why do you keep calling me that?"
A sickly smile spread across his stupid face, "The name's Sebastian Smythe, and I do believe you've been hogging my favorite toy long enough."
Recognition sparked behind Kurt's glasz eyes, his own demeanor changing and becoming challenging as he rested his elbows on the countertop to better address the one before him. "Ooh, the famous Sebastian, or infamous depending on the way you look at it. Hi, didn't think I'd ever get to meet you." There was a sassy edge to his tone, one that rivaled the other boy's false sense of superiority.
Sebastian made a haughty noise, "That's my fault really. I make it a point not to socialize with back-alley sluts."
"Why? Afraid it might hit a little too close to home?" Kurt put on a mock pout, pushing out his bottom lip and blinking innocently over at the other man in front of him. "I mean self-loathing is such a turn-off."
He sneered, leaning real close as his face twisted up in annoyance. "Look, you've had your fun. But I think it's about time you crawled back to the white trash tire shop you came from."
The comeback Kurt had ready fizzled out with Sebastian's words, the slender boy swallowing thickly as he tried to keep up his façade. He raised an eyebrow, trying to seem un-phased by the words. "Tire shop?"
His evil smirk was in place once again, "Come now, Cinderella. You didn't think I'd come to our first meeting unprepared, did you?" Kurt didn't say anything, just kept his glare firmly in place even when his temples began to sweat. "Just wanted to know what all the fuss was about, get a leg up on my competition and all that." He slid onto a barstool, twisting his body in the seat this way and that which for some reason Kurt found really, REALLY grating. "And my, the things I know about you."
Kurt surprised himself when his huff at the statement nearly sounded like a growl. He hated when people played games like this with him. Dancing around each other and taunting one another, he was SO over this in high school, and was even more done with it when he experienced it in college. "Am I supposed to be intimidated?" Sebastian's confident face fell slightly, an unsure light flashing behind his eyes. "I'm not going to be driven away by you, no matter what you think you have on me."
Your little lapdog, Nick, already found that out real quick.
The privileged boy scoffed. "Everyone has their price. One I'm always willing to pay when it comes to what's mine."
He just rolled his eyes. "I'll tell you what, what I will do for you is get you a drink of your choice; my treat, because I'm not in the mood to get catty with you. Maybe another time. Right now though, the guy I'm currently dating is killing it up there, and it's probably best if you quit while you're behind." He stood back up straight and crossed his arms over his chest, actually laughing a little when a thought suddenly occurred to him. "Ya know, you must really feel threatened by me if you're here trying to bully me out of Blaine's life. It's kind of sad, and a little desperate."
Then again, that really is all you are, isn't it?
Sebastian kept glowering at him, a snide little glare that seemed calculating, like he was analyzing Kurt. Then his gaze shifted, his hand shooting out to grab one of Kurt's wrists roughly. The blue eyed boy yelped in shock, skin crawling at the feel of the other's thumb sliding over the sensitive skin, fucking caressing the inside of his wrist and under the elastic of his fingerless glove. "A word of advice. Down the road, Cinderella. Not across the street," he hissed out harshly. Color drained from Kurt's face then, the horrible person in front of him dropping his wrist onto the countertop. Kurt stepped away from the bar, cradling the limb that felt like lead to his chest protectively. "Just want you to get it right the next time around."
His glasz eyes were colder in that moment than they've been in years, entire being split between wanting to curl in on himself protectively and wanting to gouge the other's eyes out. Sebastian's smirk was getting wider and more provoking, just egging Kurt on, as if he could feel how deep his words had cut the paler male. Kurt was giving him his deadliest bitch glare, the people who had been complaining of not getting any service during their earlier back and forth were now just watching the two stare each other down.
How dare you.
How. Dare. You.
Puck had been watching the two of them out of the corner of his eye when he noticed Kurt had stopped serving drinks, nearly threw a punch at the guy when he'd grabbed his boy none too gently because what the fuck was that about?! Clenching his hand into a fist, Puck moved to stalk towards the cheeky fucker, fully intending to beat the crap out of the guy on behalf of Finn. Until the conversation Blaine was having with the audience took an interesting turn.
"…how many of you fine people have ever been cheated on?"
The angry shouts that accompanied the answer is what brought Kurt and Sebastian out of their little staring contest, both glancing towards the stage where Blaine was looking right at them. He winked, his smirk evident and playful when honey hazel connected with baby blue once again. Sebastian narrowed his eyes in suspicion while Kurt couldn't help the way the corners of his lips turned up at the edges, finding Blaine's chivalry, although unnecessary, amusing and kind of sweet.
The timing that boy has.
Kurt wasn't even paying attention to Sebastian anymore. He just bit the edge of his thumb and curved his lips into a small smile around the appendage as he watched his musician curiously. Blaine signaling something to Wes off stage and in the next second he was plugging in what seemed to be an acoustic guitar. The blue-eyed man recognized the instrument as the one Blaine kept on a stand in his loft. Another moment later and the curly haired singer crowded in close to the mic on the stand in front of him, his hands finding the right cord on the guitar to start off on.
You lie about you, and you lie about me
You lie about your ex's and the STDs,
It's just a big game I don't wanna play
You lie about everything
Halfway during the acoustic playing, Nick's strumming steadily chimed in, the bassist for once looking cautiously unsure rather than his usual asshole blasé act.
You think you'll get everything you want
But you ain't gonna get it from me
The abandoned acoustic guitar hung from Blaine's neck as he put his hands on the still docked mic, singing so close that his lips brushed the silver head of the mic on every lyric he crooned. Jeff picked up the slack on his guitar where Blaine decided to forgo it, Trent finally joining in with his drumming.
The truth is, it was all pretend
All along I've been sleeping with your best friend
The truth is, I really hate your face
You were never all that hot in the first place
Bad in bed, you suck at giving head
You've gone and got me thinking I'd be better off dead
The truth is, you're fuckin' useless
Kurt's mouth dropped open about the same time Sebastian's did.
The truth is
I lied about everything
The moment Blaine blew a mock kiss towards Sebastian was when Kurt lost it, covering his mouth just to stifle his laughter.
You lie when you said your tits are real
They're about as fake as the way we feel
You're so full of shit, how can I deal?
'Cuz you lie about everything
There was a mosh-pit beginning to form in the middle of the club, crazier than the one he'd witnessed earlier. Men jumping, pushing, and shoving each other all in good fun, but if it got any bigger Puck and Jake were going to have to break it up.
I don't think we stand a chance
Watch the things you can't take back!
The last lyric was almost growled out, Kurt getting a pleasant shiver up his spine as he watched Blaine ream into his ex like he deserved. It's certainly been a long time coming from what he could gather.
The truth is, it was all pretend
All along I've been sleeping with your best friend
The truth is, I really hate your face
You were never all that hot in the first place
Bad in bed, you suck at giving head
You've gone and got me thinking I'd be better off dead
The truth is, you're fuckin' useless
"You're probably wanting that drink right about now." Kurt goaded.
Sebastian seethed.
The truth is
I lied about everything
Jeff ripped in with a bitchin' guitar solo, jumping and twisting on stage like only a true performer could. He slid forward on his knees, nearly skidding off the stage and into the crowd as he did so, his fingers rapidly flying across the strings as he strummed out the notes. Blaine was making an over the top 'can you believe this shit?!' face to the audience, ramping them up and loving how the crowd was going crazy over Jeff.
You lied about you and I lied about me
Now that you know I'm finally free
One last thing I'll say that's true
I lied when I said, "I'm in love with you"!
Blaine was pointing directly at Sebastian when he said that last part, Nick looking at his band mate in disbelief because how could anybody be that stupid? While Sebastian on the other hand, he'd had enough of being the subject of ridicule, everyone shouting and laughing loudly because of the song's lyrics at his expense. He didn't wait for the song to finish, instead shoving away from the bar and storming out of the club.
The truth is, it was all pretend
All along I've been sleeping with your best friend
The truth is, I really hate your face
You were never all that hot in the first place
Your ass is fat and you ain't that smart
Every time you talk you got me falling apart
The truth is, you're fuckin' useless
The singer had a big smile on his face as he watched Sebastian throw one of his bitch fits by stomping his way out of 'The Pinn Up.' When he glanced back towards the bar, Kurt was staring at him and trying to hide his own matching grin. The two of them somehow able to share a private intimate look with one another among the throng of people in the building. Every nerve ending Blaine had felt sensitive and heightened, as if literal sparks were igniting inside him, turning him into a revved up livewire. It wasn't because of the adrenaline and it wasn't due to the hype of the people. Blaine knew that without a doubt, whatever he was feeling, it was because of Kurt.
And he liked it.
The truth is
I lied about everything
(I lied about everything)
(I lied, I lied, you lied, you lie, you lie!)
Kurt didn't know what it was, if there was something in the air (pot probably), if it was the noise, or the atmosphere, but for whatever reason, he felt goosebumps rise up all over his body. The way Blaine never took his eyes off him as the crowd applauded and screamed for more was giving him chills. Even when he finally tore his eyes away, Kurt watched him and the band get ready for their next set, searching for reasons why his body would react that way. Only one came to mind though. That silly goober up there had his heart, and that thought scared him more than Carmen Tibideaux or any audition ever could. His smile, his charm, those ridiculously molten hazel eyes of his; its a wonder Kurt held out for this long.
I'm so screwed.
A/N: The snippets were of OneRepublic's 'Counting Stars' & the song was Theory of a Deadman's 'The Truth is...(I Lied About Everything)'. Hope you liked that chapter my lovelies. I'll be back as soon as I can with another update. But until then, review please? ^-^