"I'm going to jail, Kurt! I'm going to jail!" The pharmacist shouted as he staggered through the living room. He was drunk; so drunk. "They're going to rape me! Do you understand what I'm telling you? I'm getting arrested!"

Kurt fell back against the arm of the couch and let out a hearty laugh. He was drunk too. His plan to make all the pain from early go away –even if only temporarily- had worked. He and Blaine were officially so drunk that they couldn't feel feelings. "Why are you going to jail, Blaine?" The dancer asked when his giggles subsided.

"I gave you alcohol. I got you drunk. Do you know what they do to people like me in jail? People who give alcohol to minors?" He asked; not a hint of joking in his voice. Kurt laughed, however.Everything is funny when you're drunk.

"They'd high five you because they used to do the same thing."

"No! They rape me. I'm going to get raped in jail. Or worse, your dad is going to hear about this and he's going to kill me. And all of this is happening because I got you drunk. What was I thinking?" Nervously, Blaine began to pace about the room.I have to figure out a way to avoid Burt. Shit.

"But he's dead!"

Blaine stopped his pacing and stared at his friend with wide eyes. "That makes it worse, Kurt! How am I supposed to hide from a ghost? They can go anywhere! ANYWHERE!"

"I'll protect you!" Kurt held his arms open and watched as Blaine dashed across the room into them. Drunk or not, he enjoyed having Blaine close. The pair cuddled on the couch until they heard the doorbell rang. Neither knew how long they were there, but they knew it was too soon to get up. "Are you going to get that?" He asked, not moving his head from its rested position on top of Blaine's head.

The pharmacist groaned and shook his head. "Go away." He shouted.It's probably just Quinn and Santana."We're having boy cuddles."

"Open the door, B. It's David." Kurt felt his friend stiffen in his arms. Slowly, each unpleasant feeling from the evening began to sink back in; the pain, hurt, discomfort. They all came back with a vengeance. "Please, B. I got you a present. It's a good one too."

"What is it?" He had to know. Everyone loved present and, if it was worth it, he would get off the couch and open the door. Embarrassment be damned.

"You have to open the door to find out." Blaine sighed. Now he had to know. Slowly, he untangled himself from Kurt's body, receiving a supportive smile from the young man, and climbed off the couch. As quickly as his wary feet would carry him, Blaine headed towards the door. He took a deep breath just before opening it.

David and a group of his Warbler brothers were waiting for him at the door. He looked at each of them, trying to find out which had his gift. "Where's my present?" He asked, eyes still scanning the group.

Wes, one of his former best friends, rolled his eyes. "We're your present, Blaine. You ran out so quickly that we didn't get to really spend time with you. So..." He shrugged and motioned to the group behind him, "here we are."

"Did Jeremiah send you? Are you guys here to laugh at me some more? I heard you guys." The pharmacist replied defensively.

"You didn't hear us laughing at shit!" Thad shouted. Obviously Blaine's accusations had offended him. "You ran out and we ripped those guys a new one." The others in the group nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, Blaine," This time, it was Trent that spoke, "regardless of what was going on, you didn't deserve that. Neither did you friend. You guys are friends, right? You seemed quite friendly."

"Oh they're friends alright!" David laughed. Blaine furrowed his eyebrows at the man, but said nothing. "Anyways, we decided to ditch that party and come hang out with a good friend. Can we come in?"

"So, I don't get a real present? It's just you guys?" He was let down. He really wanted a gift.

"We've got beer!" Wes supplied, holding up a case of bottles.

Blaine stepped aside and motioned for them to enter. "Well then get in here! Come join the festivities."

The once quiet occasion was now a lively party. Blaine was no longer afraid of going to jail; his time now preoccupied by the throngs of people in his house and the bottle in his hand. Kurt sat back and smiled at him from across the room. It was a magnificent sight. As long as they'd been friends, he'd only seen Blaine's smile stretch from ear to ear on a few occasions. It was nice to see the elder enjoying himself.

"....and I was thinking maybe you and I could...ya know."Oh, crap. That's right. Kurt turned back to West –or was it East- who was talking his ear off. "Maybe light a fire? You could dance for me?"

Kurt rolled his eyes and sipped on his water. After the guys came in, he decided to sober up a bit. "How would your wife feel about that?" The man stiffened and then offered his apologies. "That's what I thought."

When Kurt looked up again, Blaine was staring at him. He offered a smile and a wave; both were returned promptly. "Excuse me, West. I'm going to go talk to Blaine."

"It's Wes. Not West." Kurt was already crossing the room, however. Wes hung his head and sighed.Always a bridesmaid; never a bride.

"Are you having a good time?" Kurt asked, staring into his friend's warm eyes. Blaine nodded eagerly. "Good. I'm glad."

"The only thing that I worry about is the money you were supposed to get. Do you still get it?" Blaine questioned. Honestly, Kurt had no idea. It was just as well. He and Rachel had quite a bit of money saved up, so they would be fine until they found employment.

"I don't know. It doesn't matter though. I'm just glad that its all over and you're okay."

"Let me give you the money." Blaine offered, nearly cutting off his friend's sentence.

"Absolutely not. You've done far too much for me. Besides, Rachel and I will be fine."

"Come on, Kurt! This was all my fault. Let me give it to you. I have it. I'll write you another check." Again, Kurt shook his head. He wasn't taking any more money from Blaine. Not a single red cent. "Please! I really want to do this for you. I care for you so much and...I just want you to be happy in New York."

Kurt wanted to believe him, he really did, but it was difficult when Blaine was slurring like a sailor and he could only hold his eyes open half-mast. He liked the idea of Blaine caring about him, but he knew it was the alcohol talking. Blaine probably cared about him, but not for him. "Mind if I make a suggestion?" David asked, startling the two men.

"Yes."

"No."

They answered simultaneously. "Since Blaine said yes and he's older than you, I'm going with yes." David smiled at them triumphantly. "Since Blaine wants to throw money at you and the guys and I are dying to see you dance, why don't you dance for Blaine and let us pay you. Then, technically, he's not giving you money and we get to watch you dance." David's eyes danced up and down Kurt's body in a way that made the dancer only slightly uncomfortable. If he remembered correctly, Blaine told him that all of his high school friends were straight. They seemed a bit 'free love' in Kurt's opinion.

"No."

"Yes." Kurt liked the idea. Then he wouldn't feel bad about taking the money but he still got to take the money. It was a win win. Also, Blaine got another lap dance and the guys got to watch.Everyone wins and nothing hurts.

"Sorry, B. Since I want to watch his clothes fall off, I'm going with him on this one." Blaine sunk backwards half-heartedly. He didn't want Kurt to feel obligated, but he did want a lap dance.God, I love having my lap danced on. That doesn't sound right....yes it does.

"Great! I'm going to go put something together and then I'm going to make you beg for it." Kurt teased as he traipsed towards Blaine's room.

"Damn, B. He looked like he was going to eat you alive."

"I hope so." Blaine whispered absently as David spread the news throughout the room.

Kurt's head spun when he saw Blaine's bedroom. As often as he'd been to Blaine's house, he'd never been inside the bedroom. It was amazing. Blaine's bed was huge. It was made of cherry wood and had four large pillars that darted from each side. It was made to perfection.

On the matching night stands on each side, there were books and magazines. Vogue.My heart!Blaine had all the latest editions as well as each of the Harry Potter books; each with a bookmark sticking out. Apparently, he was reading them all simultaneously.

Ten minutes or so after he entered the room, Kurt stood in front of the full length mirror in Blaine's bathroom.I'm doing a total closet makeover on him.He thought as he stared at himself. The suit was a few sizes too big, meaning that it was way too big on Blaine.Extreme makeover.It would serve his purpose, however. If Blaine insisted on giving him the money –the money Rachel and I could really use to make the deposit on the apartment she found- then he was going to earn it.

A knock sounded at the door just as Kurt was buttoning the oversized suit jacket. "Come in." he shouted, not taking his eyes off the mirror version of himself.

"It's just me." David said as he walked into the room. "I wanted to know if you had any idea what song you wanted us to play." Kurt turned to him and smiled.

"Sure do. 'Nice and Slow' by Usher. It's my go-to 'get money' song." David nodded as Kurt spoke.

"Cool, I'll put it on when you get out there."

"Thanks, David." The man smiled.

"No, thank you."

Blaine's knee bounced as he waited patiently on the couch for Kurt to come out.This is a bad idea. I'm just going to give him the money.He didn't want Kurt to dance for his money. In his mind, it was different than when Kurt danced at the club and the single time Kurt used him to practice. He couldn't figure out why, but he had an underlying feeling that something was going to happen and he wanted to avoid it; whatever it was.

Unfortunately, some things couldn't be avoided. "Alright, B. Get in the king's chair!" Wes motioned towards the overstuffed chair that his friends pulled to the middle of the room. With a sigh, Blaine pulled himself off the couch and padded to the chair. There was no point in resisting. Kurt was as hardheaded as any Warbler in the room, so he would dance even if Blaine told him not to and the guys would love it regardless.

Blaine plopped down on the chair and planted his feet on the ground. A moment later, the lights in the room went out and David shined a desk lamp towards him.They must be ready to start.

When Kurt exited the room, Blaine nearly snickered. Kurt was wearing one of his suits and it was way too big. He looked great though. Kurt always looked amazing. He watched as his friend strutted towards him. It was sobering, or maybe intoxicating. There was a light that shone around him as he walked. It was so bright that Blaine could barely see the rest of the people in the room.Yup, definitely intoxicating.

"Ready?" Kurt whispered when he was close enough for Blaine to hear. The pharmacist nodded. For the first time, Blaine realized how much he liked Kurt's voice. It fluctuated in ways that Blaine had never heard in a voice. Sometimes it was high and excited, while others it was low and sultry. "Good. Hit it, David." Kurt called over his shoulder.

Blaine looked over his friend's shoulder and saw David smirk.Oh no. I think they've got something outrageous plan. I hope I don't pass out.He'd been close a few times –like when that jerk danced to that song in the outfit with all those buttons. I still can't unbutton my shirt without getting an erection-but never actually passed out. He wasn't sure if he would be able to say that after tonight.

The music started and Blaine recognized the song instantly.He's going to be the death of me. He watched as his friend swayed lightly on his feet, rubbing his hand over the gray fabric of his suit blazer. In time with the first set of lyrics, Kurt dropped to the balls of his feet and gyrated his hips between Blain's spread knees.

It's seven o' clock
On the dot
I'm in my drop top
Cruisin the streets - oh yeah
I gotta real pretty - pretty little thang that's waiting for me

Kurt looked up from beneath his lashes at his friend. He smirked and watched as Blaine gulped. Whether it was the alcohol or the dance, Blaine was in a trance; his trance. It was exhilarating. At times, Kurt felt like a hypnotist, pulling people in with a few flirty looks and meaningful smirks and then keeping them there with hip rolls and pelvic movements.

Kurt rubbed his hands along Blaine's thighs. They were firm in ways that Kurt never noticed before. Slowly, the dancer pushed his behind into the air, putting it on view for the men behind him. Shouts and catcalls rang out in the room. Kurt barely noticed, however. The moment he and Blaine made eye contact, he was gone.

Let me take you to a place nice and quiet
There ain't no one there to interrupt
Ain't gotta rush

Slowly, Kurt slid his hands up from Blaine's thighs. As much he loved the feeling of Blaine's leg muscles under his palms, he wanted to feel the rest of him. His hands crept up Blaine's abs and up to his chest. Just as Blaine's head lulled backwards, Kurt lowered himself down onto his friend's lap; knees positioned on either side of the pharmacist.

I just want to take it nice and slow
(now baby tell what you wanna do with me)
See I've been waiting for this for so long
We'll be makin' love until the sun comes up

Baby
I just wanna take it nice and slow
(now baby tell what you wanna do with me)

Blaine held his breath as Kurt began to undo the buttons on his jacket.Fucking buttons. One by one, the buttons unfastened and it became evident that Kurt wasn't wearing a shirt. As the jacket slid from Kurt's slender shoulders, Blaine studied the contours of his friend's body. Obviously he'd looked before, but not as intricately as he was doing now. He studied the way Kurt's shoulders jutted out from his body in a commanding way and he studied the way Kurt's skin was slightly flushed near his neck.I haven't studied this hard since college.

Girl you got me sayin'
My, my, my, - My
I wish that I - I
Could pull over
And get this thing started right now
I wanna do something freaky to you baby

Kurt ground down in a way that called the lion out to play. It happened a million times before but this was different. Slowly, people were disappearing from sight and all Blaine could focus on was Kurt. The dancer was beautiful in ways that Blaine couldn't describe; ways that he didn't think Kurt could describe.

The moment Kurt lifted up to grind down again, Blaine made a bold move. He pulled his limp hands from the arms of the chair and slid them beneath his friend's thighs; pulling him further onto his lap. Kurt looked down on him with the baby blues that made Blaine's heart melt. They shared a smile as the younger mam ground his hips down once again. That's when Blaine felt it. Through the ill fitted dress pants, Blaine felt the outline of his friend's cock. He'd know the feeling anywhere.

Kurt was so embarrassed. He was stark, raving hard and he couldn't do anything about it. If he stopped now, everyone would know. If he didn't stop, Blaine would know. He wasn't sure which was worse. So, he continued to dance and pretended that he wasn't aware of his hard on.

Let me take you to a place nice and quiet
There ain't no one there to interrupt
Ain't gotta rush
I just want to take it nice and slow
(now baby tell what you wanna do with me)
See I've been waiting for this for so long
We'll be makin' love until the sun comes up

He was doing a great job until Blaine looked up at him. There was a hint of understanding in his eyes.He knows.Kurt started to pull away, but Blaine stopped him. He felt the pharmacist's hands travel from the backs of his thighs up to his ass. There was a firm squeeze that made the dancer's breath hitch. He'd never been touched in such a way. Blaine knew that.So why is he touching me like this.

Kurt got his answer a moment later. As he ground down, he felt Blaine's hips buck up. There, pressed lightly just beneath his ass, was the firm outline of Blaine's dick; painfully hard, just like his own. Finally, Kurt understood. Blaine was hard and Blaine wanted him.Oh dear.

The two created a delicious grinding rhythm as the song continued. Each time Kurt lowered himself down, Blaine bucked his hips up. It was probably too much too soon, but it felt amazing. The way their bodies slid together through the layers of clothing was enough to make Kurt want more; so much more.

So, in a moment of spontaneity, Kurt leaned forward and captured Blaine's lips. For a moment, the pharmacist didn't reciprocate. Let down that he'd misread the signs, Kurt began to pull back. He didn't get far, however. Blaine, who seemed to catch his bearings, pulled a hand away from his friend's ass and snaked it behind his friend's head; pulling him close enough to crash their lips together.

Their hips and lips moved in tandem; both rubbing against each other as if they were the last precious things on Earth. Blaine couldn't get enough of either feeling. With the exception of his hands, nothing had touched himtherein years and...kissing...he was a sucker for kissing.

Cautiously, Blaine let his lips slip open and he ran his tongue along his friend's lower lip. Kurt's mouth slid open instantly, allowing the pharmacist's tongue effortless access. For the first time in years, Blaine felt the fireworks that he'd always associated with beauty and love.

Let me take you to a place nice and quiet
There ain't no one there to interrupt
Ain't gotta rush
I just want to take it nice and slow
(now baby tell what you wanna do with me)
See I've been waiting for this for so long
We'll be makin' love until the sun comes up
Baby
I just wanna take it nice and slow
(now baby tell what you wanna do with me)

The song finished without either man noticing. They'd gone from swift flicks of the tongue and hip grinding to making out and dry humping. Blaine ran his hands along Kurt's bare back, holding him as close as possible. He didn't want to go back to how he felt when Kurt wasn't rubbing around in his lap. Before he was empty and lost inside. Outside of the sexuality of the situation, having Kurt close was calming; refreshing. Kurt was new and beautiful and everything that Blaine wanted in his life.

The pair didn't pull apart until a throat cleared. Despite the sound that pulled them apart, the two didn't look away from each other. Instead they sat –one on top of the other- staring into each other's eyes. Finally, Blaine broke the silence. He shoved his intoxication to the side and soaked in the sobering moment. "Do you want to go to my room?" He asked hopefully. He really wanted to go to the room with Kurt. Even if nothing happened, he wanted to be with him in whatever capacity that Kurt would have him.

A sly smile broke out on Kurt's face. Sobered after his night of drinking, he nodded. "Yeah, I do."