"You do know the point is to go crazy, right?" Blaine continues.

Kurt tries to ignore the way Blaine's navy oxford ripples as he chuckles to command his voice to speak. "Since when are you the go-crazy-type anyway? And to my defense, I don't want the groom-to-be getting picked up by some sketchy figure in a filthy stripper club with crappy music, so please forgive my caution."

"Picked up?" Blaine looks torn between na�ve and alarmed. "I thought I was crashing at your house tonight!"

"Oh Blaine," Kurt shakes his head indulgently, steering him towards an empty table. "At departure time you're all mine, but from now until then..." He raises an eyebrow pointedly with a mischievous smile.

Blaine eyes go wide. "Kurt, I'm getting married!"

"Not for another two days Mr. Morality," Wes pipes in, clipping Blaine on the shoulders.

"And if I'm not mistaken, I think you've already got some takers," David adds.

Blaine whips his head around to take in the attractive blonde on the dance floor throwing radar eyes in his direction and groans, attempting to pull out his chair and sink down into it.

"Oh no you don't," Kurt snickers, pulling him back up. He snatches a shot glass off of a passing waiter's tray and shoves it down Blaine's throat. His eyes unfocus slightly and Kurt pushes him towards the pulsing techno radiating from the dance floor.

"Go free, oh moral one!" he yells, and Blaine is immediately swept up by Blondie and his friends. Satisfied, Kurt settles into his chair beside Mercedes.

"I see Blaine is already a part of the action," she chuckles after they order their drinks.

"I keep telling him he needs to let lose," Kurt sighs.

"Hypocrite," Rachel interjects. "You're the one who needs to let loose, Single Lady!"

"I resent being called a lady," Kurt snaps dryly.

"She's right," Mercedes adds. "I say we find Kurt a man!" she announces, and Wes and David as well as surrounding tables burst into applause and catcalls.

"Put me down on the list," slurs a man from an adjacent group.

"Don't listen to him," laughs his flamboyantly brunette friend, "He's drunk and straight as an arrow."

Mercedes guffaws as Kurt slides a little lower in his chair.

"I'm not looking for a boyfriend," he hisses.

"No you're not," Rachel agrees. "You're looking for a good time."

Before Kurt can protest Blaine is back, flushed with a light sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"Looks like someone's having fun out there," Wes grins widely.

Blaine rolls his eyes bashfully. "I'll admit, I'm having a lot of fun."

"I knew you would," Kurt grins haughtily.

"So what'd I miss?" he pants, smiling wildly.

"We got you a drink," Kurt offers, pushing the scotch towards Blaine.

"And Kurt got hit on by a straight man," Mercedes chimes in.

"Seriously?" Blaine sips his drink.

"Hardly," Kurt blushes behind his Appletini.

"Well," Blaine declares, downing the rest of his drink and slamming the empty glass on the table for dramatic effect, "I say you go for it."

"Blaine," Kurt laughs without humor. "If I was looking for a partner or a good time," he glances at Rachel pointedly, "I'd at least pick someone who plays on my team."

Blaine smiles from under his eyelashes. "If anyone can make a guy straight it's you."

Kurt literally chokes on his drink. He's forgotten how saucy Blaine can get with a few gulps of alcohol in him.

Blaine eyes him. "Kurt, I'm not joking. I honestly think you're the most perfect man ever."

"How so?" Kurt chokes, Mercedes patting him on the back roughly. He manages to casually gulp down his heart; it's taken to the bad habit of jumping up into his throat whenever Blaine says things like that. Or touches him. Or smiles at him or laughs at his jokes or-

"You've literally been by my side for the past half-a-year, picking out colors and flowers and tuxes. You somehow managed to drop everything in favor of me and my poor-decision making skills," he chuckles.

"Someone had to save you from yourself," Kurt smiles sympathetically.

"I don't know how I'll ever manage to repay you. Or even thank you," Blaine shakes his head.

"You'll figure something out," Kurt waves him off.

"To Kurt!" Blaine announces, grabbing the refill the waiter has just handed to him. "To Kurt and his ability to be practically perfect in every way!"

"To Kurt!" they all chime, and they drink.

"Well I must be off," Blaine announces, standing up. "Logan over there wants another dance."

"Have fun," Kurt says breezily.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I say I must be off?" Blaine smirks, pulling Kurt out of his chair. "Because I meant to say we."

"But I don't want to dance with Logan!" Kurt whines frantically, but it's useless; Blaine outweighs him in strength and they're already halfway to the dance floor.

"Logan has friends," Blaine counters, and suddenly Kurt's being thrown into a group of attractive young men.

Okay, so maybe Kurt's been missing out a little while holding out for Blaine because this is actually pretty fun. The music is pumping and the heat is thrilling and maybe Rachel is right- he does need to loosen up a little.

In fact, Kurt's having so much fun that he spends the better part of the next few hours on the dance floor, dancing with strangers and friends alike, pausing only once to finish his Appletini and maybe another one as well. It's far into the night and he hasn't seen Blaine in at least an hour and he's with Rachel and Mercedes, experimenting with a few bolder dance moves reminiscent of McKinley High's scandalous assembly performance of Push It back in Sophomore year when he hears a voice yelling to him over the music.

"Sorry about my friend."

Kurt turns around to come face to face with the brunette from earlier at the adjacent table. "He gets a little crazy under the influence," he continues.

"Oh, I'm used to it," Kurt says airily, wondering vaguely where the sudden flirting skills are erupting from because they're actually working: brunette boy is laughing.

"I can tell. I'm Jonathan," he says as they dance.

"Kurt," he smiles. He can tell even under the dim lights that he's attractive: tall, slender-bordering-skinny, and cropped light brown hair.

"So do you get hit on by straight guys here often?" Jonathan quips, and Kurt giggles.

"No, I actually don't go clubbing very regularly."

"What's your excuse tonight?"

"Friend's bachelor party," Kurt rolls his eyes.

Jonathan squints and leans in a little as the chorus of the song kicks in. "The music's kind of loud. Do you want to go sit down somewhere? Drinks on me."

Kurt's seriously considering it. Because the more he looks at Jonathan the cuter he gets, and those hazel eyes are really enticing but just then Kurt's eye catches something behind Jonathan's head.

Blaine is handling a very, very drunk man in what appears to be a somewhat dirty but mostly sloppy dance-type movement. Blaine's face pops up over the guy's shoulder, a look of pure desperation, mouthing the words "SAVE ME" for all it's worth.

Kurt looks quickly back at Jonathan. Let loose or help Blaine?

Uh, wait. How is that even a question?

"I- Sorry Jonathan, I'd love to, but not- at this- very moment," Kurt says with apologetic eyes in a rush, keeping an eye on Blaine's predicament. "Excuse me."

He makes his way through the crowd that separates him and his best friend, indelicately shoving and cursing the whole way.

"Pardon me," Kurt says loudly, somehow getting in between Blaine and the guy glommed onto him. "May I cut in?"

He manages to separate the two, getting a protective arm around Blaine. He recognizes the man stumbling back as the straight guy from the adjacent table; Jonathan's friend.

"Sorry," Kurt says to the hazily blinking eyes. "Boyfriend," he gestures at the arm around Blaine. "Your friend's over there," he points over to where Jonathan is now dancing with Mercedes and Rachel. The guy gives a disconcertingly knowing smile and grunts a sort of thanks and leaves.

"Oh Jesus," Blaine exclaims, laughing and falling into Kurt's arms. "Thank God. No, thank you."

Kurt doesn't see Blaine signal to Rachel from over his shoulder.

"That's what friends are for," Kurt hugs him back.

Blaine opens his mouth to speak but is interrupted by the DJ.

"For our last dance of the evening we're gonna class it up so put on your dancing shoes, ladies and gents!"

Cheers erupt all around the room, save for the few more risque dancers near the center of the dance floor who groan in disappointment and sulk away. Kurt and Blaine look at each other.

"I suppose one more dance couldn't hurt," Blaine smiles a little too widely as the opening notes of the song begin to play, and Kurt's heart picks up an unhealthy pace as Blaine leans in to take Kurt's hand and wrap his other around the small of his back.

You can dance
Any dance with the guy who gives you the eye
Let him hold you tight
You can smile
Every smile for the man who held your hand
Beneath the pale moonlight
But don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darling, save the last dance for me

Blaine's focus is mainly on the floor at their feet as they get into their rhythm. They quickly get into a groove, cha-cha-ing back and forth to the salsa beat, and Blaine looks up to grin at Kurt, who smiles back demurely. Blaine's grin softens in affection and he leans in closer, close enough so that their faces are beside each other and very nearly touching. The intimacy is too much and not enough all at once for Kurt, his eyes fluttering open and shut at the soaring, swooping feeling in his stomach.

Oh I know
That the music's fine like sparkling wine
Go and have your fun
Laugh and sing
But while we're apart don't give your heart
To anyone
And don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darling save the last dance for me

Blaine shifts his grip on Kurt, holding him closer. Kurt's hand on Blaine's shoulder slides, in response, of it's own accord to his neck, barely brushing the curls there. Blaine sighs contentedly, his breath over Kurt's ear sending shivers down the length of his spine.

Baby don't you know I love you so?
Can't you feel it when we touch?
I will never ever let you go
I love you oh so much

In the break in the music, Blaine pulls back to give a challenging look to Kurt. Naturally, Kurt knows exactly what's on his mind: the ballroom dancing course Dalton had required for all members of the Warblers. Kurt never practiced as anything but lead, but considering that he taught Finn Hudson how to dance for their step-parent's wedding, he believes himself to be up to the challenge.

He raises an eyebrow at Blaine, silently challenging him to bring it.

The music picks back up and they elaborate their movements, stepping to and fro and side to side, Blaine spinning Kurt out and in, swaying in timed circles.

You can dance
Go and carry on til the night is done
And it's time to go
If he asks
If you're all alone, can he walk you home
You must tell him no
'Cause don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
Save the last dance for me

"Logan asked me back to his place," Blaine says.

Kurt meets him with a shocked look on his face that mirrors his stopped heart before Blaine twirls him out and back in again.

"I said no," Blaine smiles to himself as they turn.

"Blaine!" Kurt protests and attempts to stop short, but Blaine's gaining momentum and refuses to slow down. "Why?"

Blaine shrugs. "I'm going home with you."

"Blaine," Kurt snorts. Twirl out, twirl in. "When I said you were mine for the night I meant it metaphorically."

Their hips move in perfect sync. "I know. But I'd have more fun with you than anyone here."

"Sex is less appealing than me?" Kurt demands blatantly, smirking wryly.

They've somehow made it to the middle of the dance floor and people are giving them room, cheering them on and whistling in enthusiasm as they move expertly.

Blaine looks down shyly before looking up from under dark eyelashes at Kurt. Damn, that's two times in a row tonight that Kurt has inwardly fallen prey to that look.

Blaine pauses their footwork to bring Kurt close as the music pauses again, noses an inch away from each other.

"Maybe," Blaine says in response to Kurt's query.

Kurt would have collapsed to the floor had Blaine not cut the theatrical antics, picking up their intimate pace from before to hold him closer.

Oh I know
That the music's fine like sparkling wine
Go and have your fun
Laugh and sing
But while we're apart don't give your heart
To anyone
And don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darling save the last dance for me

So don't forget who's taking you home...

Still keeping his grip tight on Kurt, Blaine leans him over, dipping him in a circular motion and snapping him back up with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes and wow, Kurt wonders as stars pop in front of his eyes, where on earth did Blaine learn that move?

And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darling, save the last dance for me
Oh baby won't you save the last dance for me
You make me promise that you'll save the last dance for me

Save the last dance, the very last dance for me!

Blaine picks up the professional dance moves once more as the music crescendos to a conclusion, and Kurt is laughing as Blaine spins him out and in a final time before finishing the song dramatically with a romantic dip.

Cheers erupt all around as Blaine pulls Kurt up into a hug.

"I saved the last dance or you," Blaine smiles into Kurt's ear, and that's when it clicks.

Kurt pulls away, mouth agape. "You planned this."

Blaine rolls his eyes. "Took you long enough."

"I- you-"

"With the help of Rachel and Mercedes," Blaine admits.

"But- I can't- you- why?" Kurt stutters as everyone begins to make their way off the dance floor.

"I needed to thank you somehow. You've done so much for me and to help plan this wedding that I wanted to give you something in return. You know saying things with my words is never enough," he laughs. "And I remember how much you loved those ballroom classes at Dalton. And being the center of attention, you like that too."

"The drunk guy all over you-?" Kurt chokes as they make their way around the room to round up the troops.

"All a part of the plan," Blaine laughs, coincidentally high-fiving said drunk guy as he passes by with a wink.

"I ditched a cute guy to come to your rescue! Don't tell me he was in on it too!" Kurt shoves Blaine as they find Rachel and Mercedes.

"Jonathan?" Mercedes asks. "That was all you," she reassures, and rummages around in her pockets, finally producing a scrap of paper. "I got his number for you, since you rushed off before he could beg you for yours."

"Did you tell him I picked the song?" Rachel, who has obviously had one too many, slurs over Blaine. "I picked it, did you tell him, tell him Blaine-"

Blaine pushes Rachel onto Mercedes. "There there, we don't want replay of the Rachel Berry Trainwreck Extravaganza now, do we?"

"Too late," Mercedes says sympathetically. "She's already kissed at least three gay boys tonight. Come on honey, you can crash at my place tonight."

"This was supposed to be your night," Kurt whines to Blaine as they collect Wes and David.

"I've had my nights," Blaine grins. "I figured it was about time for you to let loose."

Kurt blushes for some irrational reason.

"You had fun though, right?" Blaine said, suddenly concerned.

"Of course," Kurt says breathlessly as they all begin to head out. "The most fun I've had in years," he adds truthfully. Before he can reveal the rest of his deep mushy secrets he puts his sarcastic facade back on. "But I hope it wasn't a burden to you, Mr. I-Don't-Want-To-Dance-With-Anyone-Who-Isn't-My-Fiance."

"Funny you say that," David chips in, "Because Blaine seemed to be having a pretty good time rubbing up on that blonde guy-"

"Hush you," Blaine blushes, elbowing David in the ribs, but he recovers quickly as they make their way out into the warm night.

"Can you keep a secret?" Blaine asks Kurt.

Kurt leans in expectantly.

"You're a way better dancer than Logan and my fiance combined."

Kurt's body burns in a flush that has nothing to do with the humid summer breeze.