"Focus, Blaine!" Kurt shouted for the millionth time. He grabbed the remote from the end table and used it to turn off the stereo system. "This party is a huge deal! I need to make sure my dance is worth it! So, stop giggling."

The pharmacist broke into a fresh round of chuckles when he looked at his friend's face. Kurt's attempt at seriousness was humorous. "Come on, Kurt! I am being serious. Now get over here and dance like your life depends on it." Blaine reclined back in the chair they'd grabbed from the kitchen table and waited for his 'boyfriend' to start again. Kurt was practicing a lap dance for the bachelor party he was working and he decided to use Blaine as his play customer.I'm not opposed.

With one last glare at the elder man, Kurt restarted the track and strutted back to where he'd placed Blaine's chair.

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard,
And they're like
It's better than yours,
Damn right it's better than yours,
I can teach you,
But I have to charge

Kurt crawled up Blaine's legs and straddled the pharmacist's lap. It didn't take long for him to realize that the dance wasn't going to last. Blaine was already fighting back a hard luck case of the giggles. He knew Blaine wasn't laughing at him, per se, so it was just as well. He would start over if his friend started to laugh. If they had to start over a million times, they would do it.I'm going to get through this entire routine if it kills him!

Legs spread across his friend's lap; he used his height to his advantage and positioned himself on the tips of his toes. He watched as Blaine gripped the seat until his knuckles turned white. Maybe it was the way that his belly danced in the pharmacist's face, pelvis writhing and thrusting in Blaine's line of sight, or maybe it was the way he ran his hands lightly through his friend's graying hair. Either way, Blaine wasn't laughing anymore.Take that, bitch!

With a grace that only years of dance classes provided, Kurt was able to swing his leg over Blaine's head and turn himself around. He rested his legs gingerly between the elder's legs and began to grind down onto his friend's lap. Unexpectedly, he felt the professor's cock jump.That's right! Take that!He shifted his weight, applying more pressure to his friend's lap.

Blaine groaned and shifted in the chair.Win!It was a game of teasing, not of pleasing. Blaine needed to learn a lesson about laughing during practice and Kurt was willing to teach it.

I know you want it,
The thing that makes me,
What the guys go crazy for.
They lose their minds,
The way I wind,
I think it's time

The performer used his thighs to push Blaine's legs open and threw his arms back and around his friend's neck. It felt nice. Blaine was a comfortable person and that made practicing with him easy. That's also what made it difficult. Kurt never practiced routines, he just did them. He conjured them up and danced them out. He wanted to pretend he was preparing for the bachelor party –something that was terribly foreign to him- but he knew that wasn't the reason. He just liked...dancing for Blaine. It was as simple as that. It was also as scary as that.Why is the prospect of busting it wide open for Blaine so appealing to me?It was a question for another day.

He let the question fall from his mind and rested his head rested back on the pharmacist's shoulder. It felt safe. Everything about Blaine felt safe. The way his feet were positioned, he could fall at any time, but he knew Blaine wouldn't let him. Blaine would never let him fall. Kurt rolled his hips and ground back until there wasn't an ounce of space left between him. Again, he felt it; Blaine's cock rubbing against the crack of his ass. Foreign territory. Almost a year of giving lap dances desensitized him to the feeling of a cock against his ass. He felt Blaine's though. Long and hard, pressed against the crevice that separated his cheeks. Momentary panic raced through his body.Please don't get hard too!He willed himself. He was sure he'd lost the battle until he heard it; a giggle.

A fucking giggle.

La la-la la la,
Warm it up.
Lala-lalala,
The boys are waiting

Before Blaine knew what hit him, Kurt was on his feet and scowling. "What the hell, Blaine? It was going so well! I was almost done!"In more ways than you know!He shouted, hands on his hips. Blaine bit his lip in an attempt to control his laughter. It was obviously a tall order because, moments later, a hearty, belly laugh burst from the pharmacist's lips.

"Your-Your," he attempted between hearty chuckles. "Your-mouth. Your mouth is just open. What if he spits in it?" The dancer let his head lull backwards and rolled his eyes.Really? Is that what's so funny?

"That was my sexy face!" He groaned, head still thrown back in frustration. Frustration for the dance that he wasn't practicing was all that he felt. He wasn't disappointed in the slight because friends said things like that. And that's what they were. Friends.F-R-I-E-N-D-S. Like the show. Shit. Didn't they sleep together a lot? Dammit.

"It looked more like an invitation face. 'Hey, I'm Kurt. Wanna spit in my mouth?'" Blaine chuckled. Kurt shook his head and grabbed the remote for the stereo. He 'accidentally' wacked Blaine in the back of the head before restarting the track.

"Chuckle it up, bitch!" He waited as Blaine's laughing to subside. "Great! Are you done?" The pharmacist nodded. He was done.For now."Good! From the top!"

The week passed quickly and, before Kurt knew it, he was stepping into a house a few streets over from his. He'd parked around the corner because there were dozens of cars parked along the street in front of the house. "You must be the dancer, Kalvin?" Kurt nodded.Yep, that's me!"Great! I'm David. I'll show you to a room where you can get ready."

Kurt followed the dark skinned man through the house. After being eye molested by a few of the party goers, they reached a room at the end of the hall. "You can do whatever you need in there. It's up to you." Again, the dancer nodded. He wasn't nervous, per se. He was anxious. He wanted to see if dancing at a house party was as lucrative as dancing at the club.Not that it matters. If all goes well, Rachel and I will be in New York by the end of the week.

"Does he, the fiancé, have any special requests or whatever? Do you know anything that he'd like....for me to do?" He asked. "Not sexually though." Adding that part was a big deal.He asked a customer at the club that once during a private dance and he got an entire story on how the overweight trucker liked to have things shoved up his ass.

David looked towards the ceiling, as if trying not to meet Kurt's gaze. He was hiding something, Kurt was sure of it. "Well, there is one thing." The man replied hesitantly. Whatever it was, Kurt was sure he wasn't going to like it.They're going to try and spank me. Since that time that Santana hit me so hard that she left a bruise on my ass, I haven't liked that shit.

"What?"

"Well.....he....he's got this things for blindfolds and....well...the guys and I were wondering how you felt about us blindfolding you during the dance."No. Just....no.Then he remembered how much they were paying him. They were busting out the big bucks.

"Ummm...how will I get out there?" He could dance blindfolded but how the hell was he supposed to navigate the house without his sense of sight?

"I'll come get you and take you to him." Kurt nodded and agreed.Why the hell not?As the man walked away, Kurt noticed something about him. He seemed familiar, but from where? They hadn't gone to school together and he didn't look like one of his club regulars. Then, like a lightning bolt searching him out, it struck him. It was the hoodie. The Hollister hoodie from the club. That's what he recognized.

"Thanks for letting me borrow your hoodie, Sebastian. I don't know why, but I'm freezing." Sebastian rolled his eyes but offered the man a smile. He really hated his fiancé's old classmates. They were so boring. All they wanted to do was laugh about the old days and comment on how Jeremiah used to interact with Blaine. It was sickening. It was just as well though. By the end of the night, they'd be talking about another topic. He couldn't wait. "Is the dancer ready?" He asked David before taking a sip of his mixed drink.

The man nodded enthusiastically. "Jeremiah is going to love him. Honestly, I think I love him. If I wasn't married and...ya know straight and what not, I'd be all up on that." Sebastian rolled his eyes. It seemed as if he'd be doing a lot of that until his unveiling.

"Yeah."

"That's what I'm saying! He was....goddamn he looked good!"

"Yeah."

A knock sounded at the door a short time later. Luckily, Kurt was ready for it. His black blindfold was ties snuggly around his eyes and the black body suit he was wearing clung nicely to his body. He was so ready.Money, money, money!"Come in." He answered.

"Damn boy!" David, if he remembered correctly, man's eyes roaming his body.Yeah, I know I look good."Yeah...ummm..." David stuttered, embarrassed because he was caught. "Ummm...I'll just...yeah....I'm about to grab your arm and lead you out. Yeah..."

Kurt waved his hands around in the dark until he felt a hand grab his forearm. It led him out of the room and into the masses. It was loud; unreasonably loud for a house. People were whistling and cat calling all around him. He felt at home. He loved being hit on.

The pair came to a stop in the midst of the madness. "Calm down, guys." David shouted over the cheers. "Yes, this beautiful piece of man is here as a gift to our Warbler brother; Warbler Myers. So, if Wes will hit the music, we can watch this fine man unwrap himself." Again, the cheers were deafening.

So hot
Out the box
Can you pick up the pace?
Turn it up,
Heat it up
I need to be entertained
Push the limit
Are you with it?
Baby, don't be afraid
I'm a hurt 'ya real good, baby

Once he was led to his customer, Kurt felt his way down the man's legs and back up again. As quickly as the tempo moved, he straddled the man's lap and let his hips do the talking. The jiggled and gyrated in a way that made the man moan.

In a dancing sense, it felt right, but Kurt felt like it was so wrong. It wasn't right. The song was perfect. He really wanted to dance to 'Milkshake' but this song fit the situation more nicely. The outfit was flawless. It showed off his finer assets. It felt wrong though. He continued to dance, however.

I'm a hold ya down until you're amazed
Give it to ya 'til you're screaming my name

No escaping when I start
Once I'm in I own your heart
There's no way you'll ring the alarm
So hold on until it's over

Oh, do you know what you got into?
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for your entertainment

As he jiggled his weight on the man's lap, he realized why he wasn't faring well. It was Blaine. Blaine was the reason it felt wrong. Since he'd begun dancing for his friend, it never felt right to dance for anyone else. Regardless of how long he'd known the customer, no one's lap held his weight quite like Blaine's did. No one's legs felt as strong and no one's stilted breathes sounded quite as enticing. It was all different and never right. It was wrong. All wrong.

Blaine was late. He had a million and one excuses but only one was the truth. He was late because Kurt wasn't there to tell him what to wear. Instead, Kurt was working. So, Blaine was left to figure out which socks went with his outfit alone. It was nerve wrecking.

In the end, he ended up at the house Sebastian gave him directions to an hour late. It was okay though. It was the first Warbler gathering in almost four years and they tended to party all night. Being a little late wouldn't hurt anything.

He knocked on the door and was ecstatic to see that it was Wes that opened it. "Wes, buddy. I haven't seen you in years. How are you?"

Wes shook his head. "Not now, B. We'll catch up later. We're missing the show." The former head of the Warbler Council grabbed the pharmacist's arm and led him through the house. "This is the best bachelor party ever." He said as he stood on his tip toes, trying to catch another glimpse of the dancer.

Bachelor Party?It only took a moment for the situation to register. Pushing past the party goers, Blaine found himself face to face with a blindfolded Kurt. He was dancing erotically on Jeremiah's lap; smiling as he did so. "Kurt?"

Everything in the room went quiet in an instant. With the exception of the music, not a sound was heard. Kurt stilled the moment his name was called. He knew that voice. Slowly, he stood from the lap he was bouncing in and lifted the blindfold from his eyes. There, not a full three feet in front of him, was Blaine. He looked petrified.

Slowly, Kurt let his gaze fall over the rest of the room. He didn't recognize any of them, with the exception of David. "Bl-?" He began. He was quickly cut off by the sound of another voice.

"I spent a lot of money for you to dance for my fiancé, Kurt. I would appreciate if you could continue without interruption." Sebastian made his way through the crowd as he spoke. It didn't matter, however. Kurt recognized his voice the moment he opened his mouth. He also recognized the fact that Sebastian called him Kurt rather than Kalvin.

"Wait.. your fiancé?" The performer asked.Oh no! Oh no!Slowly, the performer turned to the man in the chair. Still blindfolded and refusing to hide his boner, was Jeremiah.

"Where's my dancer? I thought this was a bachelor party, guys!"

Sebastian walked to the back of the chair and slowly lifted the blindfold from his fiancé's eyes. "Look, baby. I told you there was something about Blaine's boyfriend." Jeremiah's eyes went wide for a moment before settling into the smile that was forming on his face. It was too good.

"Kalvin? What are you doing here?" He asked playfully. Kurt took a breath, a live or let die kind of breath, before attempting to respond. Unfortunately, Sebastian cut him off.

"No, babe." He purred into his fiancé's ear. "His name is Kurt. See, your ex is so pathetic that he hired a down on his luck whore to play his boyfriend. The only thing that could have made this story sweeter was if he paid him." It was impossible to miss the way Blaine stiffened at the words. He was a statue. His chest didn't even rise and fall with each breathe he took. From what Kurt could tell, he wasn't breathing. He was frozen. "Oh my God, you did. You paid him to play your boyfriend. Did you pay him to sleep with you as well?"

Tears welled in Blaine's eyes. It was awful. Never in a million years did he expect their arrangement to be outed in such a way. Maybe, years down the line, he could joke about it, but not while it was happening. "Ummm..."

"That's not what happened." Kurt insisted, pulling attention from his friend. "He didn't..."

"Yes he did." Jeremiah jumped in. He then tore his gaze away from the dancer and placed it on his ex-husband. "That's kind of pathetic, Blaine." That was it; the proverbial straw. Before anyone could comprehend what was happening, the pharmacist tore through the crowd and out of the house.

Kurt shot a scowl in Sebastian's direction before running after Blaine. He would always run after Blaine.And damn if that isn't a terrifying thought.

He was caught. Everyone knew. It was as if the rise and fall of Blaine Anderson happened in a single moment. Everyone knew he had a boyfriend and they were happy for him. It only lasted moments. Now that they all knew that their relationship was a fraud, they were disappointed. He was the reason for their disappointment. He felt shamed.

Tears flowed like angry rivers down his face. They didn't stop for breaks and they bore no mind to his situation. Just like most people in his life, they didn't care. Tears were cold like that.

The pharmacist did his best to unlock his Prius but failed. He was shaking too hard to press the right button. "Blaine!" The pharmacist tried to drown out the sound of his friend's voice, like a bad song on the radio that he couldn't find the strength to turn off; again, it didn't work. Kurt's voice was growing closer with each passing moment. "Blaine, wait." Suddenly, Kurt was right behind him, placing a kind hand on top of his own, bringing the keys away from the door.

"I want to go home, Kurt." The pharmacist sobbed. He felt his friend nod into his back. "I just want to get out of here. I'm so embarrassed.

"Then let's go home."Your house. Let's go to your house. It's not my home, but I'm starting to wish it was."We'll bust open your liquor cabinet and get drunk until we can't remember tonight...or until we can't feel feelings. You know, whichever happens first."

Blaine's tears subsided long enough for him to chuckle. Kurt always had an answer; even if it was an unconventional one. "Getting drunk won't fix this. This is....I don't know. This is....just....fuck, I don't know. It's just....bad."

"But why is it bad? So they know? Who cares? We're still friends. That's all that matters right?"

Slowly, the pharmacist turned from his car and looked his friend in the eyes. They looked so loving, so caring. They looked like he could get lost in them and it wouldn't matter. He wouldn't mind being sucked into Kurt's eyes for eternity.I'm sure it's comfy there."It matters because I went to school with those guys. Now they all know. And..."

"And it's not a big deal. I know you're embarrassed, but don't be. Life happens. You can either take what it has to offer –rewards and consequences alike- or you can lock yourself away and let it pass you by." The dancer lifted his hands to his friend's face and used his thumbs to wipe his tears away.

"Words from your mother?"

"No. I actually heard that one on television." They shared a momentary laugh before letting the silence consume them. It was Kurt that spoke first. "So, do you want to go get white boy wasted or not? We'll be hung over as all fuck tomorrow, but it'll be worth it."

"Yeah, let's go."