June 2, 2012, 2:49 a.m.
Klaine In Love
I Will Always Love You: Gay Bars are Such A Drag
E - Words: 983 - Last Updated: Jun 02, 2012 Story: Complete - Chapters: 22/22 - Created: Oct 14, 2011 - Updated: Jun 02, 2012 589 0 2 0 0
"This isn't going to work." Kurt fiddled with the fake ID in his hand. "I look 12 in this picture."
Blaine peaked over at the card, "You look fine. And the only way it won't work is if you keep freaking out when we get to the bouncer."
"You're right, sorry." Kurt took deep breaths to calm his nerves. "Plenty of people have fake IDs and go to gay bars in the middle of East Bum Fuck, Ohio. Totally normal."
"East Bum Fuck?" Blaine started to laugh, "Probably not the best choice of words before heading in to a gay bar!" They approached the line.
Once at the front, the bouncer checked their IDs. He took the 10$ cover charge from Blaine. When Kurt reached for his wallet, the bouncer stopped him. "No cover for you, beautiful. You know, I'm done with my shift in an hour. Save a dance for me?"
Blaine furrowed his brow before grabbing Kurt and pulling him in for a passionate kiss. "Come on Babe, let's dance." He pulled Kurt inside while giving a death glare to the bouncer. "I can't believe that creep. It's the New Orleans guy all over again! Can't they tell you're mine?"
"Blaine, calm down. I love you, just you, only you." Kurt gave him a soft kiss to the corner of Blaine's lips. "Now, let's check this place out."
The building looked like it was split up into two rooms. They were currently in a room with a stage, tables and chairs, and a bar set up in the back. Then through a beaded doorway and down a few steps, was a club. They headed to that area. The dance floor was crowded and the music thumbed through a multitude of speakers. Kurt glanced at the dancers. Men were grinding against men, some were making out, and some were basically having clothed sex. He glanced over at Blaine, who was so excited he nearly jumped for joy and squealed. Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and dragged him to the dance floor. He pulled Kurt in, so they were chest to chest, and placed his hands on his hips. Blaine moved their hips together to the music. Kurt relaxed and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and moved to the far-too-loud music of Adam Lambert.
The dance floor was crowded. They got bumped a few times before Kurt decided he needed a beverage. He signaled the bar to Blaine, who nodded in agreement. When they approached, the bartender looked at them quizzically. "What'll ya have?" He said to Kurt.
"Mike's Hard Lemonade." Kurt said. He really liked them at the Dalton Prom last year. It wasn't until he mixed them with Blaine's vodka, that he got sick.
"Sure thing. Four bucks." The bartender reached into a cooler and handed Kurt a bottle. He then turned to Blaine with a smile. He then reached his hand over his and said, "And you?"
"Malibu Bay Breeze, please." The bartender winked at him and then mixed his drink.
"Here you go, sweet thing. It's on the house." Blaine was about to walk away but was stopped, "So you got a name gorgeous?"
"Yea, his name is 'Back off, he's mine'." Kurt interjected. He pulled Blaine away from the flirting bartender. "You're right, that is really annoying. I don't like you getting hit on."
"I don't think I like it either, that was weird… but hey, free drink!" Blaine laughed, downing his drink quickly. "More dancing!" He grabbed Kurt and brought him back to the dance floor. He pulled Kurt's hips against his again, thankful that his boyfriend wasn't wearing heeled shoes that night. He moved sensually against Kurt, placing one hand on the back of his neck and the other gripping his hip. Kurt felt himself getting slightly excited. The combination of the music, their close proximity, the alcohol, and the freedom, had Kurt letting loose. He placed his hand, that wasn't hold his drink, on Blaine's hip and pulled them even closer. He leaned down and kissed the shorter boy passionately. Blaine instinctively rolled his hips against Kurt, drawing a moan from him.
Just as they were both getting really in to it, the DJ yelled over the music, "HEY THE DRAG SHOW IS STARTING IN 10 MINUTES ON THE STARLIGHT STAGE!"
Blaine pulled back, "Oh my god! Let's go! Remember that drag queen we saw in New Orleans? She was awesome." Before Kurt could protest Blaine was dragging them back into the other room. They took a table, in the center, close to the front. Blaine was practically bouncing with excitement. Kurt found himself wondering if Blaine had a cross-dressing kink or something. A waiter came over and asked if they wanted a drink. They ordered the same as before as well as some water for Kurt, who was the driver for the night.
A tall Queen in a Ruby red dress and bleach blonde hair appeared on the stage. "Alright Boys and Lady-boys, Welcome to the 5th Annual Drag Show. I'm your MC, Ruby Sunshine. Let's get started. First up, we have a new comer. Pun intended. Give a warm, sexy welcome to Carol Sky!" The curtain parted and a brunette Queen in what almost looked like a Cheerios uniform, came bonding out. Kurt had to agree that the performer was very convincing as a woman, but also really familiar looking.
The music started and Carol Sky danced around and lip synced to Toni Basil's 'Mickey'. The routine was complete with high kicks, splits, and cartwheels. It was when Carol was almost to the edge of the stage when he made the connection.
Karofsky?
Kurt sat in shock for the rest of the show. It wasn't until Blaine nudged him that he realized it was over. "Kurt? Are you ok? Wasn't that awesome?"
"Carol Sky… it was Karofsky." Kurt was shaking in disbelief.
"No way!" Blaine thought back at to the first performer. "Holy shit! Well, all the performers are over there, let's go double check."
Comments
Haha! Not Karofsky?! That is priceless.
I JUST WANT TO HAPPEN ON THE SHOW SOOOOO BADLY!!!!!!