The car door was barely closed before Blaine's pants where undone and his hand was snaking beneath the waistband of his boxers. He was painfully hard. It'd been far too long since he'd touch a man the way he'd just touched Kurt and his cock was not pleased about it.

The pharmacist took his dick into his hand and stroked it roughly. The sensation was dry and almost uncomfortable, but it was exactly what he needed. "God." He panted as his trembling hand slid up and then back down his leaking cock.

Masturbating –the correct term; he hated when people said 'jacking off' or 'rubbing one out'- it was something that Blaine did not do often. Yet, there he was, in the parking lot of a strip club, touching himself like a teenage boy. It was funny how that worked. Blaine Anderson was not an overtly sexual person. He enjoyed the more romantic things in life. He enjoyed cuddling and kissing more than he enjoyed being screwed against the kitchen counter.

The tides were turning though. Since he met Kurt a few months before, Blaine began to masturbate on a consistent basis. While he would never admit it, he knew that had something to do with the sex that Kurt oozed from his pores like sweat; especially that night. The thought of Kurt's rolling hips and the playful glint in his eyes spurred the flick of the pharmacist's wrist as it slid down to the base of his cock.

From time to time he ran his thumb over the head to collect his precum. He used it to lubricate his decent. He was close; so close. And for a moment – a tiny wrinkle in time- just before he came, he imagined that it was Kurt's hand that was touching him. He imagined that it was Kurt's hand squeezing just below the head and he imagined it was Kurt's hand being showered with his seed. In his mind, for that tiny moment, it was Kurt's hand that relieved the pressure in his groin. Blaine came harder in that moment than he had in years of sleeping with his ex-husband.

The moment Blaine realized what drove him towards his mind blowing orgasm, he felt guilty. He'd used Kurt, his friend, as his catalyst.I'm so ashamed. The pharmacist wiped his soiled hand on his pants and shoved his key in the ignition. He needed to get home as quickly as possible. He didn't want to risk the chance of running into Kurt. He couldn't face his friend; not then, possibly not ever.

Kurt sat in his truck for a while, wallowing in his guilt. He hated being the reason Blaine ran out. More so, he hated being the cause of Blaine's embarrassment.This is why Rachel is my only friend. I can't embarrass her because she embarrasses herself.

The performer shook his head.Low self-esteem will get you nowhere.His mother's words of course. She was right.She's always right.Wallowing would get him nowhere. An apology and a peace offering would, however. Kurt grinned to himself and started his truck. He had an idea.

Blaine towel dried his hair as he padded barefoot through his house. A shower- that was what he needed all along. He needed to wash away the guilt and shame from the evening. Then, he needed a drink; nothing too strong, just a glass of wine.

As the pharmacist headed towards his kitchen, he noticed his dog perched in the bench seat near the front window. He rolled his eyes. His dog may have been tiny, but he was always on patrol. "Come on, Doo Wop, there's nothing out there."

The dog turned his head at the sound of his name before turning back to the window. He made it obvious that he wasn't moving. With a sigh, the pharmacist turned towards his kitchen. He could hear the wine calling him.

With a glass in hand and the bottle he retrieved from the refrigerator, the pharmacist sat down at his kitchen table and began to pour. His glass was nearly full when Doo Wop began to park. Blaine groaned.Darn dog."Doo Wop, stop barking at the-" The shout was cut off by the sound of a knock at the door. Frustrated as ever, Blaine stood from his chair and padded towards the door.It's probably Santana and Quinn here to jerk me around for running out.

Without thinking to check the peephole, Blaine swung the door open. He was shocked to be met by a bouquet full of yellow roses. "I..." Kurt's head shot out from behind the flowers and he smiled shyly at his friend.

"The crazy florist near my job-" Blaine's smile grew wider with each passing moment. In his 29 years of life, he'd never received flowers before. He'd given them time and time again, but he'd never been the recipient. It felt nice.

"The one who always tells people about being probed by little green men?" He asked knowingly.

Kurt nodded and continued, virtually undeterred. "-told me that yellow roses symbolize friendship and they promise a new beginning. I'm really sorry for embarrassing you at the club, Blaine. I hope you can accept my apology." The dancer thrust the flowers into his friend's hands and hoped for the best.

"You don't have anything to apologize for, Kurt. It was me. I'm sorry." Blaine responded as he stared absently at the flowers. There was something about receiving flowers that was hypnotizing. To him, they were far more beautiful in his hands than they could have been in the store.

When he was finally able to tear his eyes away from the flowers, he looked up to see his friend staring at him skeptically. "I'm serious, Kurt, you have nothing to be sorry for. I just....it was all a bit too much. I wasn't embarrassed because of you. I was..." Kurt's eyes went wide as he realized why his friend was turning a tomato shade of red.

"Oh...OH...were you...?"

Blaine instantly defended himself. "It wasn't my fault." He whined. "It's just.....been a while and....I'm sorry, Kurt. I'm so ashamed that..." The moment he heard a round of giggles erupt from Kurt's lips, the pharmacist's mouth snapped shut.

"Oh...oh my God, Blaine, really?" The dancer giggled, shoulders jerking up and down with each wave of laughter. Blaine scrunched his face in annoyance.It's not funny.Kurt seemed to think it was, however. "You ran out because you had a hard on? I'm not trying to toot my own horn, but 90% of the guys in the room probably had a hard on. It wasn't a big deal."

"It's not funny!"

Kurt shook his head. "No! You're right! You're right." His laughter slowly began to subside. "I'm sorry. It's just, I'm a dancer, I'm used to dealing with....that."

"But you're my friend and..." Blaine was frazzled. He hated what happened at the club –his side of things, not Kurt's- and he hated that Kurt wasn't surprised. He should have been, Blaine wanted him to be, but he wasn't.

"...and it's a natural bodily reaction. If that's why you ran out, you could have saved yourself some cardio. I wouldn't have freaked out." Kurt stopped and stepped a bit closer to his friend. He knew he was invading Blaine's space, but he needed his friend to understand that the situation was not as embarrassing as he was making it out to be. "You shouldn't have freaked out. But, since you did, I figured I would bring you roses. They always make me better and I hope they can make you feel better too."

With a triumphant smile, the dancer swept past his friend and into the house. "Now, come along. You promised me a movie night and I expect you to provide one." Blaine smiled between the flowers in his hands and the friend in his living room.

"You're right; I did promise you a movie night." Kurt nodded. "I'm going to put these in water and then I'll pop in a DVD."

Kurt, who was already making himself comfortable on the couch, nodded. "I'll be waiting." He sing songed. Blaine returned a few minutes later with a movie. He popped it into the player and sat down next to his friend. His glass of wine remained untouched on the kitchen table that evening.

Time passed and the men did not speak of the incident from that fateful night. Instead, they spent their time playing the loving, doting couple for Sebastian and Jeremiah and they continued to nurture their blooming friendship. Things were going well; extremely well, so well that Blaine was concerned. All good things came to an end in his life. He knew that things with Kurt were only temporary, but he didn't want them to end before they had to. He had a month until Kurt planned to leave for New York and he wanted to savor each moment.Call me greedy.

"I don't know why y'all don't just give me some of them samples y'all be hoarding back there. You wrong for that!" Blaine snapped to attention when he heard Mr. Jenkins shouting at him from across the counter. "I'm just an ol' man and my lady likes it when I give it to her right."

The pharmacy was busy that week. As they crept closer to Christmas, people needed to have their prescriptions filled. Medication didn't stop for the holidays. "Mr. Jenkins," Blaine began, "I'm sorry. I know this is frustrating for you but I can't just give you that kind of medication."

The man took his cane and slammed it down on the counter. A few passersby jumped at the sound but Blaine was not startled. He and Mr. Jenkins went through the same thing every day. Every day, Mr. Jenkins came in demanding something to make him more....functional,and every day, Blaine shot him down and directed him in speak with his doctor. "Now you not 'bout to mess with me, young man. I'm tryna give my lady the ol' heave ho for Christmas. I got a big ol' present for her to open."

Blaine shook his head. "No, Mr. Jenkins. I'm not going to just give you Viagra. You need to contact your physician and-"

"I'm tired of talking to that raggedy mothafu-"

"Children!" A nearby mother shouted before the elderly man could finish the word. The two looked around and, sure enough, there were children spread out all over the store. With the holiday break, Blaine wasn't surprised.

"I'm just saying! Help an ol' man out. We don't know how long I have left."

"You're healthy as a horse, Mr. Jenkins. I think you've got enough time to speak with your doctor about this." The man sighed and shook his head. He was gone a moment later, leaving Blaine to wonder if Mr. Jenkins was right. Obviously the pharmacist couldn't hand over medication without a prescription, but life was short. Did Mr. Jenkins have as long as the pharmacist assumed he did?I hope so. He's odd but I like him.

Blaine returned to his station and continued to check prescriptions. Quinn had taken some time off to spend with her family, which meant she was spending time with whatever girl she could find since Rachel was playing hard to get again, so the pharmacist was left with a floater; a different colleague each day from different pharmacies around the city. Today it was Jesse. "What are you doing when we close up, Anderson?" The man asked as he recounted the prescription in front of him.

"Oh...nothing. Just hanging out with friends." It was actually just Santana. Kurt decided that Blaine shouldn't attend anymore shows and, up until that point, he hadn't. The two usually met up after Kurt's shift and watched movies or planned the next phase of their attack on the Seremiah union. Oddly enough, as time passed, Blaine was less and less concerned about getting his ex-husband back.

It wasn't that he didn't love the man, he obviously did, he just wasn't as inclined to chase him. He had no idea when it happened but the urge to steal Jeremiah from his fiancé wasn't as present as it was months before.

"Well....if you guys are looking for a party, they're doing a giant Christmas XXXtravaganza at Xcelerate; you know, the strip club. I went last year and this dancer, Kalvin, sang. It was so hot. He's supposed to sing this year."

Instantly, Blaine's ears perked up. He'd never heard Kurt sing. He'd heardaboutKurt's singing from Rachel –'He's good, but I'm better'- but he'd never heard it live and in person. "Hmmm...I might have to check that out."

Kurt listened intently as Artie finished announcing him. He was nervous, to say the least. He only sang at the club during their Christmas show and he never failed to be consumed by his nerves. The crowd was always bigger during the holiday season. More people were home visiting their families and they needed a way to relieve themselves without cheating on the men and women they loved. The Christmas show was their way to relieve their pent up energy without the underlying guilt that cheating provided.

When his name was called, Kurt made his way onto the stage. The reaction was instantaneous. His outfit was an instant success. It wasn't anything too special in his mind; a plain, fitted oxford shirt paired with a pair of super tiny red shorts that were held up by suspenders and had a giant Santa Claus head sewn to the crotch. He topped the outfit off with a jauntily placed Santa hat and a pair of knee high, black boots with fur around the lip. To him, it wasn't anything special, something he'd thrown together last minute, but the crowd loved it.

Slowly, swishing his hips as he went, the performer headed to the front of the stage. He smiled and winked at the crowd when he reached the microphone that stood front and center; it was lined with red and white tape, so it looked like a candy cane. "Good evening Ladies and not so gentle Men." Cheers erupted from the audience. Playing his role as perfectly as he could, the performer winked at a few more patrons and shot kisses at the others.

When the roars died down, Kurt stepped closer to the microphone and began to sing. His hips rocked side to side with the slow beat of the song and his hands trailed up as his hands trailed up and down the expanse of the microphone.

Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me
I've been an awful good boy
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight.

The performer slid his hands off the microphone stand and up to the suspenders on his outfit. He continued to sing as he buried his thumbs beneath the pieces of cloth and slowly pulled them away from his body. He let them fall to his side.

Santa baby, a '54 convertible too, light blue
I'll wait up for you dear
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

His hips rocked side to side as he untucked his dress shirt. Starting from the bottom, the performer undid each of the buttons of the shirt. He let it hang open from his shoulders for a moment before he shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor. The moment it hit, the crowd began to cheer.

Kurt grabbed the microphone and began to flit around the stage. He scanned the crowd as he went. There were just as many familiar faces as there were unfamiliar ones. Next to the unfamiliar man in the corner was Jesse, a guy that had hit on him the after the show the year before. Surprisingly enough, next to the uncomfortable loner in the corner, was the Hollister hoodie. From beneath his hood, Kurt could see him smirking. Kurt winked and smirked back.

By far, the biggest surprise was a few tables back from the stage. Seated next to a girl with breasts the size of bowling balls was Blaine. He hadn't been back since Kurt's attempt at being a Pussycat Doll. It was a welcome surprise. He looked comfortable, more so than before, and he seemed to be honestly enjoying the performance. Stripping aside, Kurt decided to focus on his friend for the remainder of the song.I'll sing for him and strip for them. It's a win win.

Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be oh so good
If you'd check off my Christmas list
Boo doo bee doo

As he danced around the stage, Kurt collected money from his adoring fans. A 10 here and a 100 there made his performance worthwhile. Again, the biggest surprise came from Blaine. At some point in time, he stood from his table and stepped towards the stage. When Kurt wasn't expecting it, the pharmacist slid a bill into the furry cuff of the dancer's boot. Instinctively, Kurt jumped but recovered quickly when he realized that it was his friend. The shared a warm smile before Kurt turned away and began to dance for the other customers.

Santa baby, I'm filling my stocking with a duplex, and checks
Sign your 'X' on the line
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

The song neared its finish and so did Kurt's performance. He danced back over the microphone stand and placed the device in its holder. It was almost time for his big reveal.

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring
I don't mean a phone
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

As he sang the last lines of the song, the dancer shimmied out of the tiny red shorts. He let them hit the floor before kicking them to the side and posing in his spot.

Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight.

The silence was audible for a moment before chaos started. The silence before the storm. Kurt was wearing nothing but a tiny, g-string lined in white, faux fur. Hoots and hollers sounded from all directions as the dancer posed. After a moment, he chanced a look over his shoulder. He was very pleased. Money was flying from all directions. All in all, the performance was successful; lucrative and well received. Kurt was pleased; very pleased.

Blaine sat in silence as he watched his friend exit the stage. Friend.What a complex word.Blaine wasn't well versed in the friend department, but he was certain that friends weren't supposed to make his stomach drop and friends weren't supposed to make him hard. Friends weren't supposed to turn his mind to mush with their beautiful voices and friend's voices weren't supposed to be referred to a beautiful. There was something about the way Kurt sang; however, that made Blaine forget his troubles. Kurt's voice was just as airy and light as it was commanding and forceful. It made Blaine's heart leap in ways that Jeremiah's voice –erotic as it was- had never done. The thought scared Blaine.

He wasn't afraid of the way Kurt's singing voice made his knees weak. Every man, woman, and drag queen in the club was crooning over the man's sultry voice. He was afraid of the way Kurt's laugh made knocked the wind out of him. He was afraid of the way Kurt's smile was so infectious that it made him smile for days. He was afraid of the fact that Kurt made him feel alive in ways that he hadn't felt alive in years. Kurt made his heart beat double time and that scared the pharmacist. It scared him because he knew the feeling.

Some called it a crush; innocent and light. Blaine Anderson did not 'crush' on people. Blaine Anderson fell head over heels in love. That's what scared the pharmacist. He knew he was falling for Kurt –though he couldn't pinpoint the moment when it started- and that there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop it. He also knew that Kurt was leaving soon and there was nothing he could do to stop that either. So, he would keep his feelings to himself and hope that they went away.Maybe I should avoid him. I'll call off this whole Jeremiah thing and just wait until he leaves. It'll hurt less that way.

Didn't expect you tonight. I was glad to see you though. Do you want to come over and watch RHOA with me while I decorate the tree? –Kurt.

Well, he couldn't very well turn down an offer like that.

I'll bring the hot chocolate. –Blaine

The pharmacist slid his phone into his pocket and stood from his seat. He wouldn't be avoiding Kurt after all. It was just as well. He hadn't been able to avoid Jeremiah when he needed to, Kurt would be no different. In the end, he would end up hurt and alone. It was just how things worked out in his life.

Great. Rachel made Vegan cookies. We can throw them away and put the ones I bought at the store before work on her tray. It'll be great. –Kurt

Sounds awesome. –Blaine

Now that Blaine had an understanding as to why he'd been feeling less inclined to chase Jeremiah over the past few weeks, he wasn't so sure it was going to be 'awesome'. He wasn't going to burst Kurt's bubble though. It was his problem and his problem alone. Besides, it was Christmastime. It was about putting smiles on the faces of people he cared about; even if those smiles made his heart ache with want.Darn.