Kurt picked up Blaine in front of his apartment building at eight o'clock. Blaine tried to wear what he thought was his best “I Am Man Hear Me Roar...In A Sexual Way...” outfit. After about an hour of deciding what exactly this was he ended up wearing green skinny jeans that were cuffed at the hems. He also wore a blue button down short-sleeved shirt that he thought would show off what musculature he had in his arms. As he was putting on his shoes he thought that maybe he should accessorize a little bit more and grabbed a white bow tie with blue pinstripes and feverishly tied it under his collar as he was waiting for Kurt to arrive.

Just as Blaine got done putting on his bow tie Kurt pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex. Blaine was rubbing his hands together trying to warm himself for he had underestimated the harshness of the Fall evening. But once he saw Kurt in the driver's seat with his freshly coiffed hair, arms peeking out from under the tight shirt he was wearing, he instantly became warm.

Blaine waved a hello, opened the passenger door and sat inside.

Kurt looked him up and down with a strange look engraved in his hazel eyes.

“What?” Blaine asked.

“You look entirely too eager.”
“Is that a problem?”

Kurt held back a closeted guffaw. “Not unless you want some guy hanging all over you the entire night.”

“Isn't that sort of the point?” Blaine inquired.

The taller boy considered this for a moment. “Not what I meant. But touche.”

The first thing Blaine thought when he first stepped into the bar was: This may be the single most darkest place I have ever been while simultaneously holding a high capacity of men and glitter.

Blaine was uncomfortable, but Kurt on the other hand looked like he had just come home. A smile was planted on the brunette's face as he greeted the bouncer with the wave of his hand.

“Friend of yours?” Blaine asked curiously.

“I guess you could say that,” Kurt shrugged.

“So...you come here a lot?”

Kurt shrugged again but this time with a coy smile on his face, “I don't come here that much.” Just as he ended his sentence of defense a gaggle of gays came strutting by, one by one greeting Kurt and giving him sexy salutations.

Blaine just looked at Kurt in disbelief.

Kurt noticed his intense stare. “What!”

“Mr. Hummel! I do declare!” Blaine did his best at mimicking a southern accent. “I didn't know you had so many suitors!”

Kurt punched Blaine on his shoulder. “I do not have 'many suitors'!”

Blaine gestured to the group of men that just passed by that were now grinding on each other to what he could only guess was the latest Nicki Minaj song.

“Okay, maybe I have a few.”

Blaine snorted.

“Look, Blaine. I had a long day and all I really wanna do right now is get drunk and get you laid. Good with you?”

Blaine smiled and threw his head back in a chuckle, “That is more than fine with me.”

As the two made their way over to the bar Blaine was able to take in his surroundings as his eyes adjusted to the darkness that engulfed the crowd. There were people dancing everywhere, some even on the bar. The floor was an odd purple color with glitter glued down into whatever substance he was currently standing on. The strobe light was pulsating at an incredibly concerning rate. He felt like he was about to have a gay-induced seizure.

“What can I get you two boys?” The bartender asked them.

“Two beers, please,” Kurt told the striking man behind the counter with a smile.

A few minutes later he came back with their drinks.

The man serving them eyed Blaine as he handed him his drink. “Hey, sexy.”

Blaine blushed.

He noticed. “Aw, don't blush, baby. I don't bite. My name's Jake.” Jake held out his hand. Blaine took it.

“I'm Blaine.”

“That's a beautiful name, Blaine. If you ever want to have a good time, hit me up.” He winked then walked away to serve the next customer.

Just as Blaine was about to say something about how to contact him he noticed something was in his hand.

The hot little bastard left his phone number in his hand.

Kurt raised an eyebrow at him, “Biology boy got game!” And with that a man came up to Kurt, whispered what Blaine assumed was some form of a sweet nothing into his ear, and with that the fresh couple went off to dance in the middle of the rowdy group of guys on the dance floor.

After about an hour of standing by the bar Blaine was getting tipsy off of some drinks that Jake had been passing him that he had told him were on the house. He was starting to get bored until he felt someone behind him.

“You look a little lonely.”

Blaine quickly turned around to find a twenty-something blonde boy with muscular arms and a smile that could kill staring back at him.

“Yeah well...my friend went to go dancing with some other guy.”

“I don't know who this 'friend' is but he must be an idiot if he left you and your sexy ass alone at the bar to drink.” No kidding, Blaine thought.

“Well, I'm not alone anymore, am I?” Blaine slurred his speech a little and quickly realized that he might be more drunk than he originally thought he was.

The boy smiled sensually back at the shorter man. “My name's Cody.”

“Blaine.”

“Well, Blaine. Since your friend seems to have taken off...why don't you come back to my place and we can start a little party of our own?”

Without much hesitation Blaine replied, “I would love to.”