The rest of the coffee date was quiet and pretty uneventful, if you could even call it a date. They stayed away from anymore touchy subjects and eventually the awkwardness died away and they just chatted about general things. Now, Blaine was back at the motel room getting himself ready to meet everyone at Temple. Blaine enjoyed dance clubs to an extent. He enjoyed going to them every once in a while, it was good for him. To join in with some friends and enjoy the music and dance away anything that was worrying him at the time. The only thing that was worrying him was that Kurt was going to be there and even though he kept his cool at the Lima Bean, he was scared of what was going to happen at that club. He was about to be in a crowded place, full of dark spaces and alcohol flowing around them every which way.

He gave himself a once over in the mirror on the back on the bathroom door; a white v-neck t-shirt and skinny jeans with his usual converse. He left his hair and his ever-growing stubble as is seeing as Kurt seemed to like the look. He told his nerves to calm down, he knew that there was no reason to be flustered over seeing Kurt again. They were not going to get back together, he knew this already but he really wanted to work on building some semblance of a friendship. It was nearing 7:30 and he knew that he had to leave now so that he didn't show up too fashionably late. He called a cab to come and pick him up at the motel and once it arrived, it took him straight to Temple. He arrived at the club with still ten minutes to spare and he could hear the dance music bleeding through every crevice of the bland, gray stone building. He looked up at the faceless building and urged his heart to slow down.

"Blaine!" He heard someone call out from the line of people beside him and he turned to see Kurt. Dressed from head to toe in black and his hair was swept up and away from his face. His cheeks were a rosy pink and for some unknown reason it set something off in Blaine's chest. He walked over and stood next to Kurt in line, getting a dirty look from the guy behind them whom he had noticed was checking Kurt out. Kurt immediately grabbed Blaine's hand and started to tie a bracelet around it.

"So we don't have to pay a cover at the door." Kurt said with a devious smile.

Once they were inside the music nearly blasted them away. It assaulted their ears as they searched the club for Mercedes and the others; finally finding them at a small table that was in the corner of the club. Not too far from the dance floor but secluded from other tables, private. Away from the main crowd at least, they didn't have to shout too unnaturally to hear one another, almost everyone was there that night except for Finn and Rachel. Blaine immediately took a seat next to Santana while Kurt announced that he was going to go and get drinks. He came back a few minutes later with a tray full of shots and began to pass them out to everyone and then handed a Whiskey and coke to Blaine.

"Seems like you're trying to get me drunk Mr. Hummel." Blaine said with a smile and Kurt just laughed it off while he scooted in the seat next to Blaine. All of them took their shots in hand and extended them out towards each other and cheered in unison. Everyone downed their shot and Blaine felt the burning liquid running down his throat, he chased it with his Jack and coke while Kurt made a choking noise beside him.

Two hours and nearly six drinks later the party was still going steady. They had all been catching up with one another, telling funny stories that they remembered from high school and Glee club. Kurt had become increasingly drunk with each and every drink. Every time he would laugh at something someone had said to him he would use it as an excuse to touch Blaine softly on the exposed skin of his arm. Blaine noticed every time and it made of the skin of his cheeks blush red and he could see Kurt out of his peripheral vision, smiling at him bashfully. Although Blaine's mind was hazy with alcohol he told himself that he would let things get out of hand. It will his last night in Ohio though, he wanted to enjoy himself. He didn't know when he was going to be able to see these people again; possibly years. He looked over at Kurt, whose face was flushed and eyes were glazed over and he felt all those high school feelings rush back into him.

A song came on that made Kurt's face light up even more, he looked over at Blaine and smiled. "Come on..." He said as he pulled on Blaine's hand and dragged him out of his seat and started to lead him towards the dance floor. It was insanely crowded, if they hadn't been holding hands they would have definitely lost each other in the mob of dancing people. The heat of the room was nearly overwhelming but Kurt didn't stop until they reached the center of the dance floor. Once they reached the center, Kurt pulled Blaine closer to him by the waist of his shirt. Pulled him so close that their stomachs would brush up against each other every time they moved with the music. At first Blaine was nervous, with his hands just on Kurt's waist but as he kept dancing, and the song kept progressing Blaine began to feel a rush. His blood was practically boiling under his skin as he began to slide his hands up Kurt's arms, looking hazily in the man's blue eyes. With every beat of his heart he felt immeasurable love burst through his veins. He didn't care anymore, there was a beat that was blasting through his body, physically making him vibrate and there was the love of his life right in front of him. Looking at him right in the eyes as his hands slid down Blaine's back to rest on his hips.

Blaine didn't care what the consequences were anymore, for all he knew they were the only two people in the entire club. Just the two of them with their past and the fuzzy blur of lust that he was sure was the alcohol had something to do with. They were now practically up against each other, smiling and feeling the song move them. Kurt's hand moved up and brushed through the silky curls at the nape of Blaine's neck; it was all the invitation that Blaine needed. He rushed forward and his lips collided with Kurt's, the kiss was sweaty and hurried but all of Blaine's emotions were pouring through. Kurt's hands came up on either side of his face and curled themselves in Blaine's supple hair. The harder his fingers curled the closer Blaine pulled them together. Their tongues mingled together and it was heavenly, it was everything that Blaine could remember. The memories rushed around him like a movie stripe and he felt everything moving in slow motion. Before long Blaine could feel Kurt beginning to pull away from him as the song faded into the next one. They stared at each other for a long moment, the scene faded back into reality as if they suddenly remembered where they were. The people dancing around them, the music blasting through the scene and the taste of each others lips. Blaine waited for Kurt to say something but they just stood, staring.

Kurt looked down at his feet almost as if he was ashamed of what they had just done. He reaction awoke something inside of Blaine, he was angry and he wasn't going to take it anymore. He shook his head quickly and walked off the dance floor, leaving Kurt standing beneath the strobe lights alone. He grabbed his jacket off his seat at the table and shouted a quick goodbye to the gang before he stalked out of the club, not looking back. The night air was cool, it chilled Blaine's sweaty body. He was nearly at the corner of the street when he heard someone call behind him.

"Where are you going?" Kurt shouted back at him and Blaine just kept walking. He could hear the soft click of Kurt's boots following behind him.

"Back to the motel!" Blaine shouted back as he continued walking down the street. He stuffed his cold hands in his pockets to keep them from freezing out in the open air.

"Just stop." Kurt shouted back as he tried to catch up to him. Hearing those words, just stop, made something inside Blaine explode. He stopped walking suddenly and turned to look at Kurt. Kurt could barely stop walking quick enough, almost barreling into Blaine. The tip of his nose was red from the cold and his eyes were glazed over.

"So now you care enough to come after me?" Blaine said, his face flushed with anger. "You didn't give enough of a shit about me back then to keep me from leaving you - you just let me walk out!" Blaine shouted. Kurt looked out of breath and shocked by the words that were coming out of Blaine's mouth. He didn't know what to say, he just stared blankly back at Blaine.

"So...Kurt, I'm going to go back to my motel, pack and sleep before my flight tomorrow. And then I'm never coming back to this town again." Blaine said with finality before he turned and walked away.