Hello everyone! I am so extremely sorry for the long wait. I would like to thank my incredible beta Lizz for helping me through my writer's block and helping me out so very much with this chapter. I really hope you guys like it!

Songs used in the chapter: If I Fell by the Beatles (the Across the Universe version) and S&M by Rihanna.

"Kurt! Kurt wait!" Blaine called, following him through the crowd of dancing men. Blaine couldn't even begin to register what just happened, one moment he and Kurt were kissing and the next Kurt was gone. Blaine wondered if he had done something wrong or if Kurt was okay.

Finally he found Kurt leaning against a wall near the back of the club, his eyes shut and his arms wrapped around himself. Once he got close enough he noticed that Kurt's face was paler than normal, and Blaine was worried he was going to be sick.

"Kurt…" Blaine said softly. When Kurt didn't respond he hesitantly touched his arm. "Kurt, are you okay?"

Kurt flinched at Blaine's touch and Blaine took a step back, not wanting to make things worse. Kurt looked up and relaxed once he finally registered who it was. "Hi," he exhaled. His voice wasn't as shaky as when he had left Blaine on the dance floor, but it was still lacking the confidence it had possessed for the past hours.

"Hi," Blaine returned, trying to find Kurt's eyes. "What happened back there?"

Kurt seemed tentative to answer at first, but finally he cleared his throat and allowed himself to speak, this time much more confident. "I just- I thought I saw someone. But I didn't. It just freaked me out and I didn't want to freak you out so I…" Kurt looked at Blaine and nodded. "I still freaked you out…"

"Only a little bit. But I was more worried than anything."

"Nothing like that has ever happened to me…He just-" Kurt looked down and shook his head. Blaine took Kurt's hand and rubbed his thumb across the back of it, trying to let him know everything was alright.

Blaine didn't want to ask, because obviously if one person could cause this kind of reaction Kurt wouldn't want to talk about it. "You're a really good dancer," Blaine said, changing the subject.

"Hmm…Not as good as you, though," Kurt responded, a shy playfulness coming back to his voice.

"I'm really not a dancer," Blaine stated meekly.

Kurt lightheartedly rolled his eyes and the color filled back into his cheeks. "Even you know you're lying. I mean, what was that move you were doing at the end there? Your hand was two seconds away from being down my pants."

Blaine felt a blush creep so far up his cheeks that he probably looked like a tomato. "I was not…I wouldn't-"

"I'm just kidding!" Kurt laughed, preventing Blaine from becoming a stuttering mess. "Anyway, I'm pretty sure more than a few people enjoyed the show we put on out there."

Every time Kurt smiled Blaine felt warmth surge through his body. Blaine couldn't explain where it came from and couldn't tell if he'd ever felt it before, but he knew that he wanted nothing more than to cause the light in Kurt's eyes for as long as he could, even if that lasted only the night.

So when that smile faded once again Blaine knew he had to do something.

Kurt's eyes drifted past Blaine and suddenly squeezed shut. The hand Blaine was holding started shaking and Kurt's face turned white, as if he were seeing a ghost.

Blaine held Kurt steady and tried to pull them as far away from the crowd as possible. He knew Kurt had spotted the same guy he had seen earlier, and although it wasn't who Kurt originally thought it was, it still caused the same effect. Blaine couldn't even bring himself to turn around and look at the guy. He felt it was better to never know who could have made Kurt feel like this.

"Kurt, it's okay. You're okay," he whispered, their foreheads so close they were almost touching.

Even though Kurt was taller than Blaine, in that moment he seemed so small. Blaine wanted nothing more than to stand there and hold him for as long as he possibly could.

"He just looks so much like him…" Kurt sounded as if he was holding back tears. "I'm sorry I-I understand if you don't want to be around me anymore."

"Shh," Blaine murmured, pulling Kurt into his arms. Kurt rested his hands on Blaine's chest and laid his head on his shoulder. "Don't worry, be happy," Blaine sang in a whisper.

Blaine could feel Kurt smile against his neck. "You're very different, Blaine Anderson."

"Hmm, and how would that be?"

"I haven't figured that out yet."

"Well, while you're figuring that out can you please explain to me how you know my last name?"

Kurt pulled away with a sniffle and smiled. "Maybe after we get out of here. It's your turn to pick our next 'Somewhere.'"

Blaine knew exactly where he wanted to go.

After taking a cab Blaine arrived with Kurt at a small bar near his school. "We celebrated my friend Wes' birthday here freshman year and it sort of became a tradition," Blaine told him, leading Kurt through the doors of the dimly lit bar.

Kurt lifted an eyebrow until the sound of music and an off tone nearly shrieking noise filled his ears. "A karaoke bar, very interesting."

Blaine tried to keep a straight face as the singer—if they could have been called that—attempted the high note of Katy Perry's Roar. "It's probably one of the only places I actually enjoy. It can get pretty crazy."

"Oh I bet," Kurt chuckled.

"I'm serious, especially since this place is open all night."

"Well I hope we aren't staying all night because there's still one last place I want to take you."

"If you want to go we don't have to stay here it was just a thought I-" Blaine rambled, heading back toward the door.

"Blaine stop," Kurt said, taking Blaine's hands and pulling him back. "This is an adventure, right? And it wouldn't be an appropriate adventure if we weren't both having fun."

Kurt led Blaine to a small table near the stage and they sat down. Blaine couldn't help but notice their touching knees. "So who's going first?" Kurt asked.

"First what?"

"Singing, obviously. Isn't that why we're here?"

"I don't usually sing…I-"

"Wait, so you go to a karaoke bar to what, enjoy the scenery? I mean that signed life size poster of Kelly Clarkson in the corner is rather a spectacle."

Blaine crossed his arms. "I like watching my friends sing, there isn't a problem with that. And I'm rusty anyway, you really don't want to hear me sing."

"How about you tell your shower that. It's probably heard you being 'rusty' quite often. I bet it'd tell you that you sound wonderful."

"Yeah well showers don't talk."

Kurt pointed at Blaine's chest. "You're just afraid that if you start performing again in any capacity you'll start missing it too much."

Blaine tried to say something but stumbled over his words. Was that the reason? Was he avoiding performing because he knew once he started he couldn't get away?

"You really do know everything…"

Kurt looked at him in an unwavering seriousness. "That's right, Blaine. Actually I knew your full name because I read minds. I also have magical powers, but I don't usually let people see them until I know them better."

Blaine tried to chuckle but Kurt's expression didn't change. "Wait, you what?"

Kurt's expression suddenly crumbled until laughter poured into the bar. "I'm just kidding. Maybe we shouldn't have let you drink." Kurt put his hand over Blaine's on the table. "But it's okay, I'll take very, very good care of you."

Blaine almost forgot how to breathe.

"So I guess I'll go first. But if I go you have to promise you'll go," Kurt said, getting up from the table.

"I'll think about it." Blaine knew he was lying, and he knew Kurt could tell.

Kurt sat back down and took Blaine's hand, his blue eyes finding Blaine's and making it feel as if Blaine couldn't pull away. Blaine waited for Kurt to say something, and every time he thought words would come there was only silence. And suddenly, without warning, Kurt leaned forward and kissed him gently. Kurt could probably feel Blaine's heart beating and he didn't know whether to be embarrassed or kiss back. Before Blaine could decide Kurt had pulled away, and his eyes were cast down at their hands, which somehow had become intertwined.

"So you promise you'll think about it?" Kurt finally asked.

Blaine nodded slowly and Kurt grinned. He knew exactly what he was doing.

A few minutes later Kurt walked up onto the small stage with a microphone in his hand. The room slowly quieted as Kurt started to speak. "Hey everyone, I'm Kurt. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to introduce myself or not but…I'm not really used to going with strangers to karaoke bars at almost two in the morning." Kurt found Blaine in the crowd and smiled. "Well he's not really a stranger anymore…" Kurt fixed the microphone stand and pointed at the guy who started the music. "So I wanted to share some Beatles with you all, it's a slow song so try to stay awake, it will be over soon."

As the music began to play Kurt closed his eyes. Blaine watched as his hands fell to his sides and he breathed slowly, taking everything in before finally singing those first few words.

If I fell in love with you
Would you promise to be true?
And help me understand
'Cause I've been in love before
And I've found that love was more
Than just holding hands

With every word Kurt sang Blaine felt himself being drawn in. Kurt's voice was more amazing than Blaine had even fathomed. Kurt didn't look at Blaine much, his eyes were either down or out toward the audience, as if he was avoiding Blaine's gaze. Blaine felt almost as if he was intruding on some intimate moment that somehow only belonged to Kurt. Even though he was standing in front of a room full of people he was standing alone, and it was one of the most beautiful moments Blaine had ever seen.

As Kurt finished the song, Blaine found himself walking toward the stage.

So I hope you see
That I would love to love you
And that he will cry
When he learns we are two
If I fell in love with you

Once the music stopped Kurt looked at Blaine with glossy eyes from tears that refused to fall. The bar applauded as Blaine helped Kurt off the stage.

Kurt rubbed his eyes and chuckled. "Sorry, I get a little emotional when I sing."

"I thought it was wonderful. Your voice…I can't believe your show choir didn't let you have any solos. I swear if you were a Warbler I'd make everyone let you sing."

"I think that's just your way of saying you'd make me sing with you." Kurt's grin was so wide that Blaine couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or if Kurt was just always like this.

Blaine didn't even register that he wasn't responding; only staring into Kurt's sparkling eyes. Were they actually sparkling or was he just imagining that? He was standing in the middle of a bar staring into the eyes of a man he'd met only hours ago like he'd known him his whole life, and he didn't care. Why didn't he care?

Kurt tilted his head ever so slightly and then started shaking his head, which barely pulled Blaine out of his trance-like state. "Blaine, we can't-"

All of a sudden Blaine jumped as his phone started to vibrate. He made a disgruntled face at Kurt, who just nodded and replied, "It's okay, we can talk later," before walking away.

Blaine looked at his phone as he walked out the back door of the bar. It was Wes.

He hadn't told any of his friends he left the party.

"Hey Wes I-"

"Where are you?" Wes asked abruptly, but Blaine could tell he was drinking. "David and I have texted you like 20 times."

"I couldn't stand the party so I left. I'm sorry I got caught up in something and I forgot to text you."

"So you're okay? After what happened freshman year… I was just really worried."

"I can assure you I'm just fine." Blaine leaned back against the building. "Actually I don't think I've ever been better."

"Wait. You're not home?"

"Nope." Blaine couldn't stop himself from giggling.

"Blaine…no…you're not with a guy, are you?"

"Mhm." Blaine covered his face with one of his hands, which was hot from the blush that was creeping up his cheeks. "I don't know what's wrong with me; I'm not acting like myself. But it's a completely amazing better version of me and I don't want it to go away. And this guy…he's just so…I can't even describe it. He's so unique and I've never met anyone like him before. And I told him about what happened freshman year and I've never told anyone but you guys."

Blaine didn't even hear the door open.

"David wants to know if you're gonna sleep with him."

Blaine rolled his eyes. Typical David. "Yeah, tell David I only want his dick. And tell him that I told him about freshman year so he'd feel sorry enough to sleep with me."

Blaine heard the back door shut and peered over to see if anyone was outside before sitting back against the brick wall once again.

"I don't know. That's probably the last thing that's on my mind right now." Blaine laughed at himself, because the first thought on his mind was how Kurt's face was going to look as he sang for him. "Are you guys okay? Are you still at the party?"

"Yeah, yeah. David is pretty wasted and has basically been all over some girl all night. Turns out she's on Broadway. Go figure."

Once he finally got Wes to hang up Blaine walked back inside and noticed that Kurt was over by the bar, which wasn't overly crowded. Blaine had waited a few extra minutes outside to debate what song he wanted to sing for Kurt. As he tried to get Kurt's attention, Kurt looked over at him for a brief moment before taking a shot and telling something to the bartender.

"Sorry about that," Blaine said when he reached Kurt and sat at the counter next to him. "It was just one of my friends who I went with to the party. Sounds like the party turned out to be really lame. I'm glad we ditched it."

Kurt smiled, although it was more of a smirk than the smiles he'd been seeing previously. "I bet you are."

"My friends are totally wasted. I could hardly understand what they were trying to tell me."

At that moment the bartender set two shots in from of Kurt, which looked to be vodka.

"I don't know, Blaine. Don't you want to be a little loosened up?" Kurt slid the shot over to Blaine and leaned over so his mouth was right next to his ear. "For when we go back to your place…" He murmured into Blaine's ear as he ran his hand up Blaine's thigh.

Blaine could feel the hair on his arms stand up as a shiver ran through his body. "M-My place?"

"I would say my place but my roommate doesn't really like visitors."

"I-I think I'm fine. I already had a lot to drink at the club." Blaine choked out as Kurt sat back.

Kurt let out a boisterous laugh. "You had half of a Long Island ice tea."

"Well that was the first time I've drank in years," Blaine persisted. "And I'm a lightweight anyway," he managed to say under his breath. Blaine had some to drink at the club but that's all he wanted to drink. He didn't want to get drunk and repeat the past. And even though he trusted Kurt, he wasn't ready.

"And I bet you did that just for me didn't you." Blaine was thrown off by Kurt's sarcastic tone and hard expression. And although Kurt was sitting next to him, it felt like he was pushing himself a hundred miles away.

Blaine scooted his barstool closer to Kurt. "Kurt, is everything okay?"

"Why wouldn't everything be okay?" Kurt shrugged and leaned in closer, and suddenly Blaine felt uncomfortable. Something was off. "Come on, Blaine. Let's have some fun."

"I thought we were already having fun. Are you not having a good time? We can leave if you want."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Just take the drink."

"I really don't want it."

"I just want you to have a good time."

"Kurt I don't want it!" He raised his voice in frustration as Kurt picked up the shot glass and waved it near his face.

"Fine I'll just have both!" Kurt took a quick shot and then picked up Blaine's glass, which Blaine stopped him from drinking by grabbing his arm gently.

"I don't want you to do something you're going to regret."

Kurt stared at him with a blank expression until he started nodding, as if something in his brain had clicked. "Right. We don't want it to be too sloppy."

"Kurt I wasn't planning on-"

"Sing with me," Kurt interjected, pulling Blaine from the bar, although this time his grip felt tighter and less careful.

"Well I was actually going to sing something for you…" Blaine replied as Kurt dragged him to the area where people were supposed to sign up. There weren't that many people in the bar so no one was lined up to sing.

"Well I was thinking we should sing together. And I have a great song for us."

"What song is it?" Blaine asked after Kurt was done signing up.

"Oh, you'll know it for sure."

Kurt took Blaine on stage after they were handed their microphones. This time the music started before they could give any introductions, and Blaine immediately felt his whole body immediately turn red.

Na na na
Come on

Kurt's voice was rougher and lower than everything he'd heard earlier. Kurt kept his eyes fixed on Blaine with such intensity that it was becoming hard to look at him. He walked up behind Blaine and practically growled into his ear. "You're supposed to sing."

"I-I" Blaine looked out to the crowd, which for the most part wasn't paying attention, except for a few who looked at them with confusion written all over their faces.

Blaine couldn't move or even think enough to bring the microphone to his lips.

"Kurt I-"

Kurt continued to sing with so much power that Blaine was afraid to do anything. During the chorus Kurt pressed his hand to Blaine's chest, which then proceeded to travel up to his collar bone and then down his arms. "Why don't you want to sing with me?" Kurt pouted, but this time it was into the microphone, which caused people to look up and see what was going on.

At this point Blaine was passed the point of embarrassment, and he felt like at any moment he would pass out right there on stage. "I have to go," Blaine said shakily, walking off the stage as the instrumental continued to fill the room.

Blaine didn't know where to go. He didn't want to leave, but he also knew if he stayed any longer he might do something he'd regret. He walked out the back door and stared into the alley behind the building, frozen as he tried to comprehend what just happened.

He didn't have much time, however, because Kurt soon followed him out the door.

"Why did you leave me?" Kurt asked with a pout.

"I-I just needed some air." The air wasn't too cold, but Blaine couldn't help but shiver.

"Here, let me warm you up," Kurt said, pushing Blaine back against the brick wall, much more forcefully than Blaine had anticipated.

"No- Kurt-" Blaine's protests were suddenly cut short by rough, seemingly desperate kisses. Blaine wasn't sure of himself at first, but finally allowed himself to kiss back and wrap his arms around Kurt's waist.

"I know this isn't as comfortable as you probably wanted," Kurt said between kisses, "but I guess it doesn't really matter where it is you get my dick as long as you get it." Kurt's last words were forced through gritted teeth as he pushed Blaine harder up against the wall.

"What?"

Kurt gave one more final push before jerking away from Blaine and walking in the opposite direction.

"Jesus, Kurt!" Blaine called after the initial confusion. "Who are you right now?"

"Who am I?" Kurt turned around with an expression of total resentment. "I'm the person who isn't going to fall for your stupid games."

"What games? You're the one playing games. Why did you want to embarrass me so badly back in there?"

"Because you were planning to make me feel like shit so I might as well make you feel like shit too."

"Where is this coming from?" Blaine was on the brink of frustration. "I literally leave for five minutes and you've become a different person."

"Don't pretend you weren't telling your friends about me."

Blaine froze. "How did you…"

"I was coming out to tell you…" Kurt stopped himself before he could answer. "It doesn't even matter what I was going to tell you because this night is finished."

"What did I say because obviously the person you were listening to wasn't me."

Blaine was surprised by how passionate Kurt sounded. "Don't pretend you didn't tell your friend that this whole night was some set-up so you could get into my pants."

And then it clicked, and Blaine smiled.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Because it was a joke. All of that was a joke because my friend is dumb and wanted to know too much."

Kurt's exterior seemed to slowly melt away. "Well why were you talking about me?"

"I was telling them about you because this is probably one of the best nights I've had since moving to New York. I was telling them about you because I have never met anyone like you and I think you have the most beautiful voice I've ever heard. But mostly I was telling them about you because I don't know when that last time I was this happy, and I needed to share it with someone."

Kurt stared at him with a mix between disbelief and awe.

"I think I'm just going to go," Blaine said, although it was probably the hardest thing he had to say that night.

"Wait."

Blaine stopped, but didn't turn around.

"I told you I'd tell you how I knew your last name," Kurt told him, his voice barely audible.

Blaine looked back and nodded. "Go ahead."

"I noticed your signature on the receipt for the ice cream you paid for earlier. Blaine Anderson. I remember noticing how the 'o' in 'Anderson' looked a little weird."

Blaine smiled. "Thanks for letting me know I have weird 'o's. I'll work on that."

"Don't. It was the moment I realized how special you are."

Blaine just stared at Kurt, who was biting his lip and taking small steps toward him.

"I'm sorry about all of this. I tend to assume the worst in people because if I don't I'll get hurt. And I couldn't believe that you could have such an underlining faith in people that I decided to believe the first thing that proved my conclusion otherwise."

"And what was your conclusion?"

"That you're different in the best ways possible."

Blaine felt his cheeks turn red and he diverted his eyes away from Kurt, who was standing merely a foot in from of him.

"And I wanted to tell you how I knew your last name before you left because I wanted you to understand I don't read minds and I don't have magical powers. And obviously I don't know everything. I do know, however, that your eye did not twitch when you told me I was the most beautiful singer you've ever heard, which I do find quite charming."

"I would never lie about something like that."

"Do you think…we could start over?" Kurt asked gently. "Maybe sing an actual song together?"

Blaine grinned from ear-to-ear and held out his hand. "I'd love that."

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