Today is day four of Klaine Hiatus Madness week, and it's The Trope Gauntlet- basically, as many AU's as you can. And I already kinda did this one for #150… It's called Cute and it features kitty!Kurt, mindreader!Blaine, deaf!Kurt, roommates!Blaintana, badboy!Kurt, and nerd!Blaine.

So for the sake of not repeating myself (and really, I almost don't have any other AU's that I like) I decided to fill a prompt today, instead :)

Hope you enjoy anyway!

Set after TFT.

Scandalous

The day passed Blaine in a blur of moments between the classes he had with Kurt. He held Kurt's hand in every possibly occasion, and leaned his head against Kurt's broad shoulder in Glee Club. They sat especially close together during lunch, and blushed when both were changing in the locker room before PE.

When they were walking hand in hand to their cars, Kurt smiled hesitantly and asked, "Do you want to go out tonight?"

Blaine's eyes lit like they always do. "Of course. Where would you like to go?"

Kurt bit his lip. "Well… I was thinking… we could try, maybe, if you wanted… going back to Scandals?"

Blaine cringed at the memory of the other night. But Kurt wanted to try again- he couldn't disappoint him. He decided to agree, and brushed the worries off with a joke. "Sure. Don't let me touch the alcohol, though."

It was nine o'clock, after worried parents were reassured and nosey brothers were back to their own business, Kurt picked up Blaine from his house, armed with a smile and a new pair of skinny jeans that he hoped made his ass look fabulous- and would be easy to take off.

Not that he was planning anything of the sort, of course.

Blaine greeted him with a kiss and a whisper of "You look amazing tonight."

"Thank you," replied Kurt, pleased. They were quiet for the rest of the ride, not mentioning the fact that Blaine's hand crept to Kurt's thigh, resting there gently.

This time when they got to the club, they passed the bored security guide a little less cowardly, stepping in with their hand intertwined (wow, Blaine really couldn't let go of Kurt's hand today- what was it with him?) and their heads raised high.

"Drink?" said Blaine right into Kurt's ear.

"I thought you said you weren't drinking," giggled Kurt, amused.

"I'm really not. But that won't stop me from buying you a drink, like a gentleman would."

Kurt shook his head, and they walked to the bar, right through the dance floor. He got himself a fancy-named cocktail; Blaine asked for diet Sprite.

It wasn't the first time Blaine noticed Kurt's posture- since they met, it changed a lot. It went from bowed-shoulders-closed-scared to holding himself proudly, head raised high and his muscles pulled taut, his back straightened. He went from smiling coyly at him to full on smiling, a glint in his eyes and pink tongue wetting his lips, inviting.

He was marvelous.

Apparently, not only Blaine noticed that. More than a few of the men surrounding them were practically staring. It made Blaine uncomfortable; Kurt didn't notice, only smiling bigger when he crossed the line from tipsy to drunk and Blaine's hand found his again.

When he noticed a man nearing, clearly headed for Kurt, he muttered, "Let's go dance," and pulled Kurt right from his chair to the dance floor.

Kurt's drunken mind found nothing weird about the sudden transition, and he began dancing right away, his hips swaying in a hypnotizing way and his hands moving of their own accord, sometimes floating around in the air, sometimes clinging to Blaine's neck or waist.

A tall, dark-haired man came up behind Kurt, dancing closer and closer- in an involuntary respond, Blaine did, too- and suddenly his hands were all over an oblivious Kurt.

Blaine was furious, not letting the stranger's hand reach further down than Kurt's waist, and pulled him away, wrapping his hands around him almost possessively as he kept dancing.

He was so graceful, so carefree, and it sent tantalizing sensations to mix with the anger in Blaine's belly.

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" he whispered into Kurt's ear. "Making me feel like you did."

Kurt's gaze was hazy; confused. "Wha'?"

It was possibly even worse. Kurt had no idea what he was doing- he was just drunk.

Probably just like Blaine, that other night. He wanted to kick himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

The stares continued, the occasional hand stroking Kurt's bicep or waist. It irritated Blaine in a way he didn't know, boiling in his blood, burning in his bones. He was so jealous it hurt.

All those men, taller, handsomer, older, touching his Kurt like this… He had enough.

"I'm taking you home," Blaine said determinedly, beginning his way to the door and leading Kurt- still dancing- after him.

"Oh," Kurt mouth opened. "Are we going home to… have sex?" his head tilted to the side.

Blaine took a breath, swallowing down the wanting. Not like this, never like this. He couldn't. "No. We're going to your car, and we're probably going to make out in it for a while, and them I'm driving you home."

Kurt stopped moving his hips, looking like he pondered it for a moment when they finally got out of the club, the fresh air tasting nothing short of heaven. Blaine felt the watching eyes disappearing behind, and almost sighed in relief.

"No sex?"

Blaine allowed himself to kiss Kurt lightly. "Nope. Not tonight."

Kurt pouted, then asked, "But we can still make out, right?"

Blaine chuckled, letting himself feel joy about Kurt's adorable drunken state now that they were alone. "Of course we can."