A/N: Mm, you guys are so lovely. I feel like I don't appreciate you all enough. But I love you, and I give you new chapters every day. That should be enough, right? (Though these chapters don't really feel like presents because I write them for myself, rather than you guys but shh.) :D

"Kurt...these ones don't fit." Blaine whined, holding the pants up.

"...they're the right size, aren't they?" Kurt checked, concerned.

"Yeah, but...they're just not fitting." Blaine pouted.

Kurt sighed. "Go put them back on and show me."

"Fine." Blaine sulked, heading back into the change room.

He emerged a few minutes later, after some suspicious grunting from behind the door as he tugged the leather on. Kurt's eyes raked his lower half appreciatively.

"Blaine, they fit...perfectly..." Kurt said, trying to keep himself from drooling.

"They're too tight!"

"No, that's how they're supposed to fit." Kurt said absently, circling Blaine slowly – almost hungrily.

"I don't like them."

"Blaine, how are they any tighter then the pants you usually wear?" Kurt snapped, pushing him back against the wall and kissing him.

Blaine's eyes widened and he pushed Kurt off, glancing around with wide eyes.

"Kurt!" he scolded. "We're in public!"

"There's nobody in this store." Kurt muttered, licking his lips before selecting a tight fitting tank for Blaine.

"Why are we even doing this?" Blaine mumbled, taking the shirt and obediently going back into the change room to tug it on.

"Because gay bars are fun." Kurt said simply.

Kurt had already chosen his own outfit – similar to Blaine's but in lighter colours, with half a dozen more accessories thrown in. Blaine emerged once again, looking uncomfortable.

"I can't dance in this." He said sadly, and Kurt frowned, paying more attention to his outfit.

"You need a tie. Can you wear your Dalton one? That will pull off some…" Kurt grinned. "Innocence."

Blaine frowned, finally standing up for himself. "Kurt…I don't understand."

"Don't understand what?"

"We're dating…and yet we're going to a gay bar, dressed in scant clothing! Are you trying to get us into a threesome or something?"

Kurt was ashamed to say that the thought had actually crossed his mind.

"No…" Kurt chose his words carefully. "I want to show up at a gay bar and flaunt our homosexuality in front of everyone there who is just looking for an easy lay." Kurt said softly. "I want to be able to dance with my…fucking hot boyfriend, and watch all the boys stare at you, knowing that they can't have you."

Blaine's jeans were certainly tighter now.

"Oh."

^.^

"Kurt…I don't want to do this." Blaine muttered sadly.

"Temptation, remember?" Kurt reminded him, getting out of the car and readjusting his pants.

"But…I don't want to."

He got out of the car anyway – he could already feel and hear the vibrations of the music from the club. Kurt came around to his side, admiring him again.

"But you're gorgeous." He breathed, kissing him gently.

Blaine tried a different tactic, pushing him against the side of the car and kissing him firmly, driving his tongue into his mouth with a wild burst of passion.

"You look hotter." Blaine hissed, pulling back slightly. "I could just take you here. We could go home…and I'd get you out of those fucking pants…"

It finally clicked, and Kurt tutted, pushing Blaine off him forcefully.

"No."

"Kurt…" Blaine whined.

"No Blaine. We're going inside, we're going to dance, and have fun, and flaunt ourselves, and when we're tired, that's when we'll go home."

Kurt was glaring at Blaine, arms crossed over his chest, and Blaine knew he had lost.

"Fine." He sighed, as Kurt grinned at him, grabbing his hand and tugging him into the building.

The line was fairly short and after an ID check, they were allowed in. Immediately, Blaine smiled. The atmosphere was too hard to resist. Gay boys grinded up against each other, lesbians unashamedly made out at the bars – some were scantily clad and dancing in cages – and there were suspicious back rooms where people would disappear to.

Kurt grinned, taking Blaine's hand and tugging him through the crowd to the dance floor. Spinning around, he pressed himself up against Blaine, slipping a leg in between his, and sliding his hands into the back pockets of Blaine's jeans – and just like that, they were dancing, grinding to the music, not having to worrying about how anyone else would see them – they were just another part of the crowd.

What felt like minutes later, but was probably a couple of hours, Blaine pulled back.

"I need a drink." He shouted over the music, when Kurt raised a questioning eyebrow. Kurt nodded, following him to the bar.

Kurt leant on the bar, idly studying Blaine as he ordered, allowing himself to smirk when Blaine raised a questioning eyebrow at him.

"Enjoying yourself?" Kurt asked, hooking a possessive finger through Blaine's belt loop, and tugging their hips together.

Blaine's hands came to rest on Kurt's hips automatically, his thumbs idly stroking Kurt's sides.

"Yeah." He laughed, as the bartender placed their drinks in front of them. "And the pants…they're actually kind of comfortable after a while."

Kurt hummed happily.

"See! All you had to do was trust me."