So I got this idea and it just won't leave, and I decided I needed a short break before the next chapter of You're Taking Over Me.

Uh, so this fic- they're at this music festival, sort of like Coachella? I just wanted to make clear they're not at a club or anything, also not anything specifically for the LGBT community.

Enjoy!

When the Temperature Rises

The music was loud and the night air moist as everyone danced around them, swaying to the beat of some trashy pop song. The entire crowd moved as one, and there was absolutely no room for any movements other than the continuous wave of motion, bodies grinding against each other.

Kurt was sweating like hell and his mouth was dry. Blaine was smirking at him as he lowered his hands for the fifth time that night and squeezed Kurt's ass.

"I need a drink," Kurt called over the music.

"What?"

"I need a drink," Kurt mouthed, exaggerating the motion of his lips to help Blaine read them.

"What?!" Blaine called back, stretching up as Kurt bent down to speak into his ear.

"I need a drink!" he said loudly.

"Ouch, you didn't have to yell," grimaced Blaine, still took Kurt's hand and started leading the way slowly towards one of the kiosks. Kurt shook his head, laughing.

God, he is the only one on the planet who can shove people out of his way and be polite while doing it, thought Kurt as he followed Blaine, holding his hand tight so he won't get lost and pretty much just staring at his ass instead of where they were headed.

Finally, they were out of the sea of people, and Kurt huffed out a breath.

"Alcohol or soda?" asked Blaine as they walked slower, holding hands more affectionately now, towards the two-in-one bar and kiosk.

"Soda, I think. I'm still a little hungover."

Blaine stroked the back of his hand with a thumb. "Sorry, babe. We can go to bed early tonight."

Kurt nodded, and fished his pocket for a few bucks. "Diet coke," he told the cashier, who took the money with a lazy look of boredom on his face, pulled a bottle from the fridge behind him and handed it to Kurt. "Thanks." He turned to Blaine. "Let's go find somewhere to sit, my legs are killing me."

They ended up on a bench, sitting chastely distant from each other- not because anyone might be looking, but because it was simply hot as hell, even at night. The still held hands as they spoke of this and that, their plans for tomorrow and for the night after that and Kurt drank his coke and smiled at Blaine who smiled back in the middle of an enthusiastic sentence.

"Oh god, I can't stand this any longer," grunted Blaine suddenly. He released his hand from Kurt's and took off his shirt in one swift motion. Kurt stared, one eyebrow so high it almost reached his hairline. "What, do you want a melted boyfriend? It's freaking hot."

"Now that you mention it…" winked Kurt, half joking half seductive.

Blaine rolled his eyes, snatching the bottle of soda from Kurt's hand and bringing it to his mouth. His eyes burnt into Kurt's as he closed his lips around the rim of the bottle and tilted it up, his adam's apple bobbing when he swallowed the artificially sweetened liquid.

Kurt clenched his hand tighter around Blaine's. "Maybe we don't have to go to sleep early."

Apparently there will not be a single time in which I will try to spell the word coke and not end up writing cock.

(Also Kurt is always drinking that because it's Chris' favorite drink. I know, I know, I know, character and actor are different, blah blah blah, but I find that Kurt would probably choose to drink diet coke all the time from the same reasons Chris does.)