Blaine wasn't too sure about this. But, as Nick successfully argued, they had been NYU students for over a month now and had yet to grace any place non-academic with their presence. His solution? A trip to one of the more inclusive clubs off campus that Nick had discovered through numerous inquiries. Blaine personally did not see the appeal of it. Crowded, dimly lit areas full of drunk people writhing to horrible music did not really seem like a good night to him. He would much rather to curl up with a book for leisure reading - perhaps even call up Kurt for a conversation that would last long into the night. Except...Kurt wasn't home. He and Finn had gone off for a night of Hudson-Hummel revelry (probably just Finn shoving the unhealthiest of foods down Kurt's throat with his boyfriend demanding ice-cream and cheese cake as compensation). A night on his own did not seem too fun anymore without the possibility of having Kurt's melodious voice to keep him company. And so he agreed.

Which was why Blaine found himself eyeing his wardrobe critically, wondering what of his clothes could pass as club wear. It wasn't as if he had packed with the intentions of partying, and what he preferred as his usual wear probably would not fit in. With a sigh, Blaine reached into that part of his wardrobe, the part of it stocked with clothes his mother and brother insisted on sending to him ever so often. Cooper thankfully had actually come through, and soon enough, Blaine was dressed in tight, rocker-ish looking pants with a close fitting shirt that even he would admit did wonders at showing off the muscles that had gotten even bigger now that he had more time to devote to the gym.

Sending off a quick selfie to Kurt, he grabbed his keys and wallet before heading out to meet Nick. He truly hoped that Nick had had the foresight to choose a place that would let them in without the need of fake IDs, although he didn't doubt that his friend knew where to acquire them if they truly needed it. He was perfectly fine with passing his time with water and soda, but Nick had always been the more adventurous sort.

His fears thankfully proved unfounded though, and soon enough he found himself in a surprisingly decent club that had let them in without too much hassle, both simply given bands to indicate that they should not be fed alcohol. Blaine, soon after had been issued a second, rainbow coloured band due to some whispering to a worker on Nick's part, something his friend guaranteed would stop unnecessary flirting on the part of girls towards him.

Blaine was grateful for it. After the first two or so weeks of politely rebuffing attention from girls, he was quickly growing tired of it. Thankfully he had only had to gently wave off one guy, who seemed disproportionately perplexed at the fact that Blaine was eighteen, gay and also in a committed relationship. Even now Blaine couldn't help but wonder if it really was that strange of a phenomenon.

They hadn't been in the club for more than half an hour before Blaine lost sight of Nick. Sighing, he resisted the urge to go look for him. Nick was a big boy after all, he reminded himself, working his way through the crowded dance floor to the bar area. More than that, this club seemed classy enough that he didn't think he would end up finding Nick in a bathroom trying to get stoned with a new 'friend' for the first time. And so, securing a tall glass of iced tea in his hand, Blaine settled in a relatively obstructed part near to the bar and perused the scene.

He would admit that he was increasingly finding the club fascinating. The room reflected such a level of diversity and freedom that a smile quickly worked its way onto Blaine's lips. It was just so characteristic of New York, he thought. He loved it.

Dalton had been an environment filled of acceptance, but to see that same freedom expanded here, to watch a man grind his way down another man's body, to watch two women French kissing with abandon while a little way from them a next woman was sandwiched between a man and a woman was so enlightening to him. On the spot Blaine decided that he would have to bring Kurt here next year; he would be as intrigued by it as he was currently.

Time passed as Blaine people watched. Slowly he made his way through one drink, and was half way through a second when his vision was abruptly cut off by a body that moved into his line of vision. Blaine swallowed the mouthful of tea he had in his mouth even as his eyes slowly trailed upwards up the torso standing before him up to the face of the standing in front of him. His chest was clad in a sleeveless shirt tighter than the one Blaine wore could ever hope to be. The shirt was also unbuttoned low enough so that a smattering of gently curling hair peeked forth tantalisingly. A series of corded and beaded chains were slung around a medium sized neck. They were nice, he noted, slightly hippie in a still modern way. The appeal of it though paled in comparison to the sheer beauty of the man whose gaze he finally met.

Blaine swallowed again, but for an entirely different reason this time. The man was gorgeous. His hair was styled in a punkish way, short strands sticking up every which way. He was tanned, although Blaine was pretty certain it was not natural like his own olive toned skin. Even his eyebrows, thick and sculpted as they were added a dimension to his face, a perfect frame for the kohl lined grey eyes that was staring down at him with equal fascination. Suddenly Blaine understood what the term "sex god" meant, because that was the only title that seemed worthy of the person before him.

"I've been watching you," the man said, and god, even above the noise of the music, his voice sounded perfect. "Dance with me," he asked, no ordered, because he did not wait for a response.

He reached out, his long, muscular arms pulling Blaine to his feet before setting his drink aside. Blaine was helpless to disobey as the man backed them slowly into the crowd, his hands pulling him closer until Blaine was flush against him, and his body, too used to falling into rhythm quickly did so, moving in tandem with him to the beat of the music.

"Good boy," he whispered, his lips briefly ghosting against his ear before his hands moved again, pulling Blaine's upwards and around his neck before his own larger hands settled on Blaine's hips, guiding him as he pleased.

Blaine quickly lost himself to the music. It and the warm headiness of the hard, taller frame around him took Blaine to a place where he seemingly devolved, his mind and reasoning slowly being replaced with the urge to just feel, to recognise that the chest his hands were now running down was so hard and firm and perfect, that the hands gently dancing up and down his back, occasionally dipping lower felt so good, that his scent, a slightly musky one that Blaine had never smelt before but could quickly grow to love so intoxicating that he would not protest if he had to spend the rest of his life inhaling that wonderfully alluring smell.

Blaine was not sure when all those observations translated into a quickly growing arousal that had his breath quickening as time passed and him starting to nip on his lip to restrain sounds every time the man grinded them closer together or allowed his hands to slip. It was so good; it felt so good, and when his head dipped and the man followed the movement, his lips pressing against the skin of his neck briefly before he licked a wet, warm stripe straight up it, Blaine moaned, a deep and needy sound that also, in that moment brought him sharply back to himself.

He stiffened and straightened, his aroused eyes seeking out and meeting steel grey eyes that in no way resembled the gently welcoming blue gaze of his boyfriend. Those eyes reflected a passion that he wasn't quite certain Kurt had experienced as yet - not that the feelings coursing through him was anything but alien if he were honest.

"Something wrong?" the man inquired, and god was his low, husky tone arousing.

Blaine nodded though, iciness quickly dousing the flames within him. "You aren't Kurt," he said simply, and though it was painfully hard to do so, he pulled back and walked away.

Blaine was never more grateful for the fact that his family owned real estate in New York. He did not know what he would have done if he had had to go back to the dormitories where Nick would eventually return to. And so, he went to one of his homes away from homes, granted access to the building by the man at the front desk who thankfully recognised him since he did not have his card key on him and he would rather not have had to call his mother and explain why he abruptly wanted to access to the apartment she had wanted him to live in from the start.

His finger hesitated though as it hovered over the elevator pad. His own probably stale smelling apartment did not seem particularly appealing to him now. He didn't want to have to air it out and probably dig out sheets and all the other trimmings as he couldn't recall if his mother had bothered to continue house-keeping that floor since he had made it abundantly clear that he really didn't plan on using the apartment until his second year (coincidently of course when Kurt would also be in New York).

And so, he settled for keying into Cooper's apartment. His, at least, would be in a better state, and his brother would not care in the least if he crashed in his place for the night. Walking out of the elevator directly into Cooper's living room area, Blaine flicked on the light, and in doing so, let that face of politeness and neutrality that he had been carefully sporting since he had left the club fall.

He sighed, suddenly exhausted as he flopped down onto the oversized, plush couch, curling into himself and letting waves of disgust flood through him. Just what exactly had he done? He twisted, grimacing as he recalled the feelings of lust that had cascaded through his veins. God, that man had been beautiful, hot, and sexy in every way possible, and he hated himself for allowing that sex-god to pull him out onto the dance floor in the first place. If that had not happened...

Blaine's fist slapped down onto the couch in self-disgust as he turned onto his back, his hand coming up to shield his eyes from the fluorescent lights illuminating the room as he thought about it all, and the grim realisation that while Kurt and Finn had been on an innocent brotherly adventure, he had been rubbing and grinding against a stranger, destroying in that one act, Kurt's trust in him.

That last thought struck him deeply, and suddenly Blaine was overcome, sobs passing from his lips as he broke down, crying out his misery at betraying the one he loved. He had failed Kurt. He had failed them.

He did not know how long he lay there, but abruptly, in the midst of his perfectly good bout of self-lambasting, he felt a large hand settle on his back. He flinched, his crying briefly ceasing before he heard the hand's owner speak.

"Easy squirt, it's just me."

Cooper. Cooper, who he was pretty certain was supposed to be filming his movie in LA was here. Blaine didn't even know when he dove at him, but there he was in seconds, head buried in the crook of his older brother's shoulder and neck as he cried out his misery to a worried, but still comforting Cooper.

Time passed without comment until finally, Blaine could cry no more and pulled back, his eyes decidedly red-rimmed and vulnerable. Cooper said nothing at first, simply easing him back onto the couch and rising. He bent, kissing the top of Blaine's hair lovingly before handing him a handkerchief from his pocket.

"You need something to drink," he told him softly, "lest you suffer from dehydration in the morning."

Blaine chuckled wetly at the joke, but cleaned up his face while his brother tinkered around his kitchen.

He was mostly back under control emotionally when Cooper returned, sporting two mugs of hot chocolate that Blaine gratefully took a long drag from.

"Dad made this for us," he whispered.

"Yup. Every time something gets you upset, dad whips out the hot chocolate."

"Because chocolate can solve the world's problems," Blaine quipped.

Cooper laughed, "If only everything could be so easily solved."

Blaine didn't respond to that, settling for draining his cup. Cooper did not press him at first, finishing his own drink and rinsing out the mugs before he returned, this time choosing to sit on the coffee table so he could look at his brother.

"Now, want to tell me what's going on?" he pressed gently. "It's not the best feeling in the world to come home and find your little brother crying his heart out on your couch. Would not have been a good look if I had brought home a date you know."

"As if anyone wants to date you," Blaine grumbled, shooting him a glare. "I went to a club tonight," he said momentarily.

He was a bit perturbed when Cooper's eyes widened slightly before a dark look settled on his face. "Did someone hurt you? Do you have a name? Who am I killing?"

"Wait what, no Cooper," he said quickly, reaching over to grasp his arm. "No one hurt me. I did something."

"Illegal?" Cooper pressed, relaxing only minutely. "Has mom called her lawyers yet?"

"I'm not you," he retorted with a small glare.

"Hey, I only got three weeks community service for that streaking incident," he shot back quickly.

"Well I'm not as crazy as you."

"That we both know. So, fine. You went to a club. Did you sneak some drinks and now feel massively guilty for that?"

"I danced with someone," Blaine admitted, ignoring Cooper's suggestions. "I got...horny."

"Oh..." Cooper said knowingly. "Well, seeing that it's now a little after twelve and you've been here under an hour, unless you got a blowjob in the bathroom, is it safe to assume...nothing happened?"

"I got hard Cooper!"

"And did you do anything about it?"

"I ran out of the club and came here."

Cooper paused, processing his brother's words. "Wait, you got a woody and ran out the club?"

"Yes."

"With mini-Blaine leading the way?" Cooper asked before breaking down into loud laughter, slapping his thighs. "You could have been arrested for public indecency," he said eventually with a snicker.

"Cooper!"

"What? It's hilarious."

"I cheated on Kurt!" Blaine snapped, and that, sobered his brother quickly.

"What? How? By getting hard? Dude, be serious here."

"I got aroused by someone else Cooper. That's cheating."

Cooper stared at him for a long moment, as if judging exactly how serious Blaine was being. When he realised that Blaine held absolute faith in his words, Cooper's mood darkened slightly.

"In what world is that cheating?" he demanded. "Did you kiss him?"

"No."

"Blow him?"

"Cooper! But no."

"Did he grab your junk and jerk you off or you do the same?"

"No!" Blaine half-shrieked, his face darkening at his brother's crude statements. "We didn't do anything like that!"

"Then," Cooper stated, "you did not cheat."

"Mentally then."

Cooper sighed, rubbing his neck. "Did you stop before anything happened?"

"Yes. I told you I ran out the club."

"Then you did not cheat."

"It doesn't feel that way," Blaine grumbled, looking down. "I feel horrible."

Cooper sighed, briefly noting that this was exactly why he had had some reservations when he had first realised just how deeply involved Blaine had become with his boyfriend. He liked Kurt well enough – would even say was beginning to feel love for the kid – but it was a bit worrying just how serious they were with each other and at such a young age. There was absolutely nothing wrong with what Blaine had done tonight, and yet here he sat in the woes of misery. As much as he hated to say it, Cooper would have much preferred if the pair had decided to put their relationship on hold for the year, to give them both the time to develop and grow separately. He was pretty certain if they had worked their way back to each other (and frankly he did not doubt that that would happen) they would have been in a much stronger position now. Shaking aside those thoughts for now, Cooper spoke again.

"The only thing you need to feel horrible about squirt is the blue balls you're potentially risking and worrying me. I knew I should have given you the sex talk myself and not left it to Dalton. What the hell did that school teach you?"

"You went to Dalton too!"

"True. Therefore you know nothing useful. I should rectify that if you think getting horny equals cheating."

Cooper stopped briefly, remembering just how open a policy his brother and Kurt had. "Blaine, please tell me you didn't call Kurt telling him you cheated."

"Not yet."

"Not at all," Cooper ordered with a glare, "Especially if you're going to start that conversation with 'I cheated'. Because you did not little bro. You went clubbing, you got horny and you left. The end."

"I can't keep this from him, Cooper."

"I'm not saying that you can't tell him about this squirt," the older Anderson said carefully, "but what I'm concerned about is what you say to him and why. Do you want to tell him about it? Go ahead, but think about your words carefully first. You know you can easily devastate Kurt and yourself if you go about this the wrong way and that is not something I want to happen. I also don't like how guilty you're feeling about all of this, but that is conversation for a different thing. I want you to answer me two things, okay Blaine?"

"Okay."

"One. Are you in love with Kurt?"

"Yes," he replied promptly and with a deep sincerity that both warmed and worried Cooper.

"Okay. Do you want to be in a relationship with Kurt?"

"For the rest of my life."

"Then you need to just the idea that you cheated go, Blaine, because trust me, you didn't and once you logically explain this to Kurt, he won't see it that way either."

"That makes sense," Blaine agreed after a moment's silence. "I'll do that Coop."

"Good boy. One last thing before we move on from this. I think you and Kurt need to sit down and have a conversation about…life generally okay? Maybe when you go back for Thanksgiving? I know how your head works Blaine, and I can already see you banning yourself from all clubbing until Kurt is here, which isn't fair to you. And you never know, Kurt maybe restricting himself in some ways as well, and this is his senior year. That isn't fair to either of you. Maybe it's something you guys didn't really recognise as an issue before, but maybe this is just the situation to bring that to light, okay?"

Blaine didn't respond; indeed, he just pulled his knees up to his chest before dropping his chin down on them.

And for now, Cooper would accept that as a response.