Older!Blaine, with Blaine being really crude- not, like, all the time, he's just kinda angry in this drabble. He's still charming, though.

But yeah, he's not talking nicely. And probably drinking tequila faster than humanly possible.

Also my fashion related knowledge sums up with Karl Lagerfeld being that guy with white hair, so don't expect me to compete with two fashionable gays.

Bars, Armani and McQueen

Kurt Hummel didn't do bars. So when Rachel finally convinced him to go to that place two blocks away from their apartment, he was pretty apprehensive.

Not because of his baby face always getting him carded; he's twenty one and legal by now, but, well… Kurt Hummel walks into a bar- that sentence sounded a little bit like the beginning of a joke.

In spite of that, he walked into the bar with his head raised, walking right to the bar. He ordered himself a margarita, and sat down with his back to the dance floor.

He was halfway through his drink when a man sat down next to him with a groan, and ordered tequila with a cranky (but somehow charming) tone. Kurt took his time looking at him- the man was short, with a head full of abundant black curls, dusted with a few grey hairs. He was dressed tastefully but not like he's given his outfit too much thought, in dark wash jeans and short sleeved flannel button down that showed rippling biceps. His breathtaking appearance was completed with a pair of thick, black rimmed glasses and a frown.

He knocked back the first shot unceremoniously, and turned to Kurt, who was still staring, so hypnotized to even care he was caught.

His hazel eyes made Kurt dizzy.

"Hi. My name's Blaine."

Kurt shook his outstretched hand. "Hi. I'm Kurt. Are you-?"

"Listen, Kurt," he said, not unkindly but leaving no room for argument, "You must be a great guy. But I'll be forty in two weeks- and I'm here to forget it- and you probably got in with a fake ID. You're too young for me, so just go find some else to fuck tonight." He gripped another shot glass and knocked it back without a second thought, smiling bitterly at Kurt. "With your pretty face there won't be a guy in here who won't jump on the opportunity."

"Okay, first of all, I'm twenty one! And second of all," he lowered his voice, "What makes you think I'm here to have sex?"

"Everyone is here for the sex," he shrugged, and knocked back another shot.

"Except for you."

Blaine sighed. "Yes, except for me." Kurt opened his mouth to ask, but Blaine went on before he could. "No, I didn't get brutally dumped. No, I'm not a forty year old virgin." He gulped down the last shot, and slipped a bill to the bartender, asking for more tequila. "I'm an old man feeling bitter because he's old. It's not sexy, I don't give fuck about 'young dick', and I'm not screwing you in the restroom."

He was crude, but Kurt still believe in him being a nice guy- he didn't argue or yell at the bartender, he introduced himself before letting Kurt know he didn't want to be flirted with (which was completely legitimate)… and Kurt had a slight weakness for a man in glasses.

"I don't wanna have sex with you," said Kurt, and it took one second of Blaine glaring before his eyes widened. "Wait, no, I didn't mean it like that! You're attractive and all but I wasn't-"

"Save it."

The bartender shoved four more shots in front of Blaine, and he immediately drank the first.

"I won't hit on you if you don't want to be hit on, that's all I'm saying."

"Thanks," he muttered before tossing down yet another shot.

"Are you with someone? I mean, is that why you don't want to be hit on?"

Blaine shook his head, staring at the shelves and shelves of alcohol behind the bar idly. "Nope."

Kurt chewed on his bottom lip. "Okay." He finished his own drink, and asked the bartender for another.

"Aren't you going to dance?" asked Blaine, not really affected by the alcohol yet.

"Well, I can't just leave you to be bitter all by your own, right?"

Blaine narrowed his eyes, looking at him for a long moment before sighing and nodding once.

"Your jeans are lovely," said Kurt nonchalantly. "Armani's?"

Blaine smiled. "Yeah, from the new collection. Your shirt is McQueen's, isn't it?"

Kurt smiled back. "Uh-huh. Last year's spring collection."

Maybe he'll thank Rachel for making him go out tonight after all.

Wooo this did not go through any beta-ing whatsoever. Sorry.

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