Blaine walked into the dark night-club with Mike. Music blasted and lights blinked, the dance floor was crowded with people moving and pulsating like one big mass to the beat. Without hesitation Mike joined the other dancers leaving Blaine. He stood watching Mike blend into the crowd smoothly, clearly fitting in better than Blaine did. Blaine only had come for the drinks anyway, so drinks he would get.

Blaine walked up to the bar ordering a beer. He didn't usually drink much, but when he did; it didn't take long for the drunkenness to kick in – yes he was a bit of a lightweight. Blaine leaned on the bar scanning through the very crowded building. He spotted Mike, who was dancing with a skinny blonde girl. Blaine took a drink from the beer in hand as looked all over the room, Mike was right, this place was very popular.

Blaine kept drinking, and before he knew it he was feeling slightly buzzed and Mike was dragging him onto the dance floor. He protested for a moment before giving up and letting himself move between all the bodies to the music.

Blaine danced as a girl pushed her way through the crowd. She was a short, brunette girl who pushed her way over to Mike. The girl and Mike seemed to know each other. They shouted over the music, though Blaine couldn't hear a word of what they were saying nor did he try. His attention quickly shifted to the boy who wasn't far behind the brunette girl pushing through the crowd appeared Kurt. Blaine was surprised to see him there. Kurt was obviously friends with the brunette girl. Blaine made his way toward Kurt in the crowd.

"Kurt!" Blaine shouted over the music, sure he felt tipsy but he knew how to keep his cool, no problem…Right?

"Barista!" Kurt shouted back, the music blaring.

Blaine stepped closer to Kurt in hopes that he may be heard over the music. "Blaine," he yelled.

"What?" Kurt said stepping even closer to hear him better.

"My name- Blaine Anderson." Blaine shouted, music still blaring playing 'Blow' by Ke$ha, People danced around them as Kurt and Blaine stood only moving to the beat ever so slightly.

Kurt smiled and nodded in acknowledgement, but didn't say anything more. Blaine could tell that Kurt was sort of drunk, not that Blaine could talk. Kurt stepped forward toward Blaine moving to the music and encouraging Blaine to do the same. It didn't take much encouragement for Blaine to join in.

It felt so good to just let go, and forget about work, stress, and most importantly to forget about Sebastian. Kurt was the best distraction; Kurt was wearing tight skinny jeans and a dark V-neck. He looked really good, like really good. 
Blaine danced as he put his hands on Kurt's hips, earning a suggestive look from Kurt. Lights blinked, music blared. Kurt tangled his hands into Blaine's hair. Blaine stepped closer, Kurt moved his hips into Blaine's as Blaine grabbed the collar of Kurt's shirt and pulled him in for a heated kiss.

Everything was happening so fast, Blaine felt almost dizzy, but it was hard to say if it was the alcohol or Kurt who was making him feel that way.

Only a few songs later Kurt and Blaine burst into the men's restroom, connected in a rough kiss. Kurt pinned him to the wall for a moment his fist tightened in Blaine's hair forcing a slightly shaky exhale from his lungs. Kurt pulled away slightly a sensual smirk painted on his face. Blaine gripped Kurt's hips about to protest about the space that Kurt let come between them, but he let a half smile cross over his lips as the other boy pulled him into a stall by a handful of his shirt. Blaine naturally didn't resist at all and willingly went where he was directed by the slightly taller boy.

If this wasn't an invite he didn't know what was. So without any hesitation Blaine shoved Kurt against the wall of the stall and kissed him hungrily. This definitely was unexpected but he didn't want to question it, so instead he just let it happen.

Blaine's hips grinded against Kurt's. That is until Kurt's hands made their way between them. Kurt's fingers working very slowly at Blaine's belt, the slightly taller boy pushing him away until his back touched the other wall of the stall. He didn't protest. Blaine watched in anticipation as the other boy bit his lower lip, gaze fixed on Blaine's as his hands worked painfully slow at easing the tension caused by the jeans that had grown rather uncomfortable in the past few minutes.

Kurt began leaving scattered kisses and light bites along Blaine's neck, teasing him. His head tipped back leaning on the wall as a soft sound escaped his lips. He didn't know how much more of this he could take, so the moment Kurt had pulled the zipper all the way down Blaine gave his shoulder a bit of a downward push, urging Kurt to his knees.

It was only a second, but it felt like a lifetime before Blaine felt Kurt's lips around him. A deep moan left his throat, fingers entangling into the boys light brown hair as his head moved slowly. Blaine's eyes shut. At this exact moment he wasn't thinking about how this could be a horrible mistake, or whether or not it was the alcohol controlling their hormones, He didn't think about how he or Kurt may end up regretting this come tomorrow morning… or what all they'd actually even remember. Right now he could only think about the moment he was in.

Kurt moved at a faster pace, hands gripping Blaine's sides. Uttering another soft sound Blaine rocked his hips forward a little wanting more contact, tightening his grip on Kurt's hair as waves of pleasure pulsed through his body. With a final moan Blaine's hands left Kurt's hair, only giving him enough time to get back onto his feet before rubbing his palm against the slightly taller boys jeans, ready to return the favor. But he was quickly stopped by Kurt's squirming and his hand swatting his touch away. He didn't even have time to question what had happened to abruptly change the other boys mind, because in no time at all he had left the restroom leaving Blaine leaning against the wall slightly out of breath as he re-buckled his belt.

Kurt walked out of the bathroom, wiping his mouth off. His mind turned into a big blur, what had he just done? He felt as if he was going to cry. He wondered through the crowd, the only thoughts coming to mind was how could I do that? What is wrong with me? Why?

He walked through the crowded, loud, room. The lights still blinking just like they had before. Kurt found Rachel in the crowd with Mike, pulling her away out of the club quickly as she protested.

"Kurt, stop! We have to get Mercedes." Rachel ripped her arm our of Kurt's grip. "Kurt, what is going on? You look terrible." Rachel's mood changed from annoyed to concerned in a second, "Are you ok? What's wrong?"

Kurt began to cry, sniffling. "I cheated."