"Blaine, you need to make a decision here."

"Well what are you doing?"

Kurt shook his head. "No, you aren't following me. Choose a side."

"Why not combine the sides?"

Kurt glared at him across the dining room table. "I'm in charge for both sides and I need a final count. Choose a party and stick with it!"

Blaine sighed. "Fine, I'll go to Finn's bachelor party."

Kurt sat down and started scribbling away. "Good. It'll be even. You at Finn's, me at Rachel's."

"And then you'll come home and show off the moves you saw at the strip club?" Blaine grinned hopefully at him as Kurt laughed.

"Nice try. " The timer went off in the kitchen and he ran to the oven, pulling out two pans. "...uh oh."

Blaine rushed into the kitchen. "What's wrong?!"

Kurt pointed at his pan of cookies. "Those were..."

"OH. Wow. Yeah, those certainly...expanded."

Kurt started giggling. "You can't even tell the difference between the boobs and the cockies."

Blaine joined him, chuckling along. "From what I understand, the bigger and the rounder the boobs, the more the appeal. It's the cockies you've got to fix."

Kurt nodded along in agreement. "If only I had a model to compare them to..." He grinned at Blaine.

Blaine stared at Kurt for a second and started undoing his pants. Right there. In the middle of Kurt's kitchen.

Kurt's entire face twisted in panic. "BLAINE!"

"Oh my god, Kurt calm down." He started laughing, taking Kurt in his arms and holding him against his chest. "Your parents are literally in the next room over, did you seriously think I'd drop my pants?"

"I didn't know what to think! Since you accepted that contract you've been a lot more...affectionate?"

Blaine smiled up at Kurt. "I'm just trying to make up for lost time. I'm gonna come home a lot, but it's not going to be the same. I'm not going to be able to watch you sleep, or hop in the shower with you." He sighed. "So I'm making up for it."

"So does this mean you're gonna be like this until you leave?"

Blaine contemplated that for a moment before nodding enthusiastically. "I'm seriously not seeing a problem with that..." He started kissing Kurt's neck.

"Blaine, Blaine, wait. I have something to talk to you about."

Blaine pulled back and stared at him. "What's up?"

Kurt glanced around the room nervously. "Can we go upstairs and talk about it?"

"Sure. We should probably..." He pointed at the cookies. "I mean, I know your Dad is pretty accepting but even he's gonna question these."

Kurt glanced around the kitchen and placed them in a bowl before hiding them in the pantry. "Carole knew what I was doing and she's the only one that looks behind the vegetables. Now let's go."

"Kurt, what's going on?"

Blaine was sitting on their couch, watching as Kurt paced back and forth in front of him.

"Okay, so you know how I've been working my ass off for the Berrys here?"

Blaine smiled. "Yes."

"Well their New York location's current manager is leaving to go back to school."

"Okay..."

Kurt grinned down at him. "They want to pay all my moving expenses, give me a raise and have me run their New York City location."

Blaine jumped up off the couch and grabbed Kurt, hoisting him off his feet. "Kurt! That's amazing!"

Kurt giggled and wrapped his arms around Blaine as they fell back on the bed. "So you're okay with it?"

"Are you kidding!? Toronto to New York is nothing. It's a 6 hour drive. 6 hours." He grinned. "It's not short enough that I could hop in the shower on you, but short enough we could probably manage a visit almost every week." He kissed Kurt gently. "That's seriously amazing news."

"I think so too."

"Wait, did you already take it?"

Kurt shook his head. "Of course not. Blaine, we talk about things before we dive in. Just like you talked to me about Toronto. It's how we work."

Blaine smiled, hovering right over Kurt's lips. "You really are the best boyfriend ever."

"Rachel, uncover your eyes. Rachel! Come on, it's your bachelorette party." Kurt grabbed her hands and pulled them off her face. "There isn't even anyone on stage yet."

"Kurt, I specifically told you, no strippers."

"And I over ruled you, besides...you'll enjoy this, I promise." He took a sip of his champagne. "But not nearly as much as I will."

The music started playing and the lights focused on the stage. Several men appeared on stage and Kurt handed Rachel a stack of dollar bills and pulled her in to whisper in her ear.

"Hey, trust me here, okay? I promise both you and Finn are going to have a blast tonight. Just relax."

Rachel nodded before resting a hand on her stomach and lifting her head to look at the stage.

The dancers appeared on stage in various costumes and started ripping off their clothes while moving their hips in ways that should be illegal.

Rachel loosened up eventually, eagerly placing money in G-Strings.

The first round of dancers flew off the stage and the next set appeared.

Finn Hudson stood at the table right in front of his fiancee and eagerly ripped off his clothes.

Rachel squealed. "FINN!" She giggled along and let him pull her on the stage where they danced together.

Kurt; however, was completely distracted by table four, where Blaine was dancing. Kurt glanced around, no one else was mesmerized by him. He grabbed his last pile of dollar bills and walked over, handing one to Blaine.

Blaine grinned down at him and lowered himself for Kurt to continue shoving bills in his thong.

"How much for a lap dance?"

"For you? That pile right there is gonna do enough, but if you want me for the whole night it's gonna cost you."

Kurt pulled Blaine to his lips. "Worth every penny."

Blaine pulled Kurt into the private room in the back of the club and pushed him down on the couch.

"Unzip your pants."

Kurt gaped at Blaine. He'd never had a lap dance before but he was pretty fucking sure you weren't supposed unzip your pants during one. In fact, any kind of masturbating was frowned upon in strip clubs as far as he knew.

Blaine reached into his jeans pocket and produced a roll of travel sized lube packets and handed them to Kurt.

"Blaine, what?"

Blaine approached Kurt and started dancing all over his body. His cock twitched in excitement as Blaine rubbed up against it. Kurt was completely lost in attraction as Blaine continued moving all around.

He finally stepped off Kurt's lap to remove his thong, revealing Kurt's erection resting against his own stomach.

"Blaine if we get caught..." His voice said no, but as he spoke, he covered his cock in lube.

Blaine grinned, straddling Kurt's lap again and leaning in to whisper in his ear.

"Getting caught is half the fun. Besides, I couldn't wait to get home"

Blaine positioned his opening over Kurt's erection.

Kurt's eyes went wide. "Blaine no! Let me stretch you first."

Blaine shook his head and slowly eased himself down Kurt's length while he explained.

"I did right before we went on stage."

Kurt moaned. "Blaine" It came out as more of a whine.

Blaine slowly pulled himself back up Kurt's cock before slamming himself back down. He bit his lip trying to keep himself from crying out. He continued moving himself up and down, feeling the tip of Kurt brushing agaist his prostate every single time he moved back down.

Kurt placed his hands on Blaine's hips to help steady him as they approached their orgasms.

Kurt grasped Blaine's length and stroked him a few times before he came, tightening around Kurt.

"Blaine" Kurt barely whispered it, and before he knew it Blaine had lifted himself off Kurt and his mouth was sucking Kurt off instead.

Kurt tangled his fingers into Blaine's hair, pulling slightly as he climaxed.

Blaine pulled off as Kurt went soft between his lips and tucked him back into into his pants as Kurt used some tissues to clean Blaine off.

Blaine pulled his stripper thong back on and licked his lips before leaning up and kissing Kurt deeply.

"Cross "have sex in a strip club" off my bucket list." Kurt grinned at Blaine.