After showering, Blaine pulled on jeans and a plain t-shirt. This made him feel a bit uncomfortable; usually, he'd slip on a sweater vest and a bowtie, and would gel his hair back like crazy, but tonight he'd decided to let his curls run free. Even though he felt weird without his usual clothes, he knew this look would be more casual, and a part of him was hoping there would be someone there to make his time worth while. 

Wait, what? Where did that come from? Bad Blaine, you're not supposed to be looking forward to this! And besides, you're ENGAGED, he scolded himself. He flopped onto his bed, running a hand through his curls. He was now thinking of ways he could get out of this. He wanted to text Wes saying he'd all of the sudden got sick, but he wouldn't buy that. 

He also debated jumping out of his window, but he was on the 3rd floor of his apartment, and  he'd rather spend his night at a strip club instead of in the hospital with possibly every bone in his body broken.

Before he had time to come up with any more excuses, he heard a horn and his phone vibrated with a text that read, 'get your ass down here, Anderson!' from Wes.

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When the three arrived at the club, Wes and David pushed Blaine into the building (literally), causing Blaine to glare back at the boys. They only smiled, and while David took off to get drinks at the bar, Wes led Blaine over to a table.

The club was scattered with wooden tables, and tacky maroon chairs placed all around them. There were strobe lights lining the ceiling, facing the stage in the front. The stage was medium sized, just big enough to dance around even with the pole placed right in the middle. Chattering filled the room as guys stood and sat around, drinking and waiting for the show to start.

Blaine's body was pushed up against the back of the chair, his arms folded over his chest, unimpressed at his friends' antics.

David made his way over to the table, three drinks in his hands. He set them down and took a seat next to Wes. He wasn't too keen on watching men dance around half naked, but he was doing it because Blaine was basically a boring stick in the mud, and he needed to get out and do something crazy like this before getting married.

Music started playing shortly after he'd brought over the drinks, and the lights now lit up with different colours from blue to green to purple and so on.

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A tall boy with chestnut hair stepped out from behind the curtain, immediately swaying his hips along to Adam Lambert. At first, he'd come out with a mask on, but once he'd gotten into the song enough, he tore it off and tossed it to the side, starting to sing along after he did so.

That's when Blaine perked up — hearing this boy's voice. His eyes bugged out and his body immediately leaned forward. Blaine listened closely as the boy continued singing. He would never admit it out loud, but he couldn't help but think his voice was so much better than Sebastian's.

It was higher than most guys' but it was smooth and it made Blaine want to hear what he sounded like just talking. His eyes moved from the boy's perfectly styled hair, and down to his eyes, though far away, he could see them sparkling. He stared at his hips for a while, thinking how inhuman it was for hips to move like that.

The boy twirled around on the pole a bit, and when the song ended, he shook his ass and collected his money before disappearing. This caused Blaine's mouth to drop, and even though he was gone, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the stage.

Wes poked at and shook his shoulders. "Blaine, dude, stop drooling." Blaine finally turned his head towards his friends, glaring at both of the laughing boys. "I'm not drooling," he denied, but when he wiped his hand across his chin, he discovered he was wrong.

"So, did you enjoy the show?" Wes smirked, but even though they were highly amused, Blaine could tell they expected an answer. At first he looked away and scoffed, but he turned back after a moment and sighed. "Fine, yes. I did enjoy it."

"Good," Wes smiled, "be right back." And with that, the boy stood up, pulling the black boy next to him up with him. The two gave one last smug look towards Blaine before disappearing.

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The look Wes and David had given Blaine scared him a bit; the two could be extremely mysterious and caused a lot of mischief at times and he could only imagine what they were up to.

While he waited for them to return, his thoughts wandered back to the boy on the stage a few minutes ago. He thought of his eyes, his lips, his hair, his hips. Because there was definitely no way it was possible for someone to move like that. Really, how did he do it? But then he thought of his voice, and damn. He waited to hear more. Talking, singing, mumbling, anything really. He just wanted to hear it again.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by Wes and David's reappearance, and he just hated the looks on their faces. After a few seconds, it clicked in his mind what they were doing. His eyes widened when he looked up at them and he shook his head repeatedly, "oh, no. Definitely not. I'm getting married in a few months! There is no way I'm getting a lap dance from someone who is not my fiance."

Wes frowned. "Come on! You liked him, right?"

Well, there was no way he could deny that, but it still wouldn't feel right doing that to Sebastian. "Well, yes, but—"

"You're supposed to let loose tonight, Blaine. It won't hurt anything, and besides, Sebastian doesn't have to know. Also, you kind of have to whether you like it or not, because we've already paid."

Blaine growled. He felt like this was a bad idea, and not just because he was afraid Sebastian would find out. He didn't know why, but he just did, and he couldn't necessarily just get up and leave. His friends had already paid, and he couldn't do that to them. And anyway, a little part of him did want to see that boy again. 

"Fine," he sighed, standing up and following his friends to the back.