Author's Notes: “So tell me again why you’re missing out on our night of sappy movies and ice cream to go to the bar?” Rachel questioned; she had gotten home from work earlier than usual and was surprised to see Kurt dressed up rather than in pajamas as usual.
Kurt sighed and put his wallet in his pants pocket, “I decided that I would get to know my cast a bit better.”
“Your cast?” Rachel asked, her curiosity was piqued, “Does this have to do with the new Phantom? Is he special?”
“He’s something alright.”
“What’s his name?” Rachel asked, stuffing some popcorn into her mouth. Kurt mumbled something and she looked up at him, “Kurt, who is it?”
Kurt sighed and rubbed his temples a bit; he turned away from her and slipped on his jacket, “His name is Blaine.”
He heard Rachel gasp, “Blaine… as in Blaine Anderson?”
“Yes.”
“You can’t go to the bar tonight!” Rachel exclaimed.
“And why shouldn’t I?” He asked her, whipping his body around in rage.
She stood up and walked over him, “What are his motives, you don’t believe he just wants to be friends right? What if he wants a relationship again?”
“What if I do too?” He asked, opening up the door to the apartment.
“Kurt, you don’t actually believe that do you? You broke his heart; surely he’ll want some sort of revenge.” She explained, reaching out a hand and laying it on Kurt’s shoulder.
“I think I can figure that out myself, thank you Rachel.”
Kurt walked into the club to find the cast who had went out tonight huddled around a table by the back, laughing giddily and drinking from very tall, colourful glasses. Connor, Rosy, Blaine, Sophia, Nick, and Oliver; well at least it was the people he enjoyed the most out of the cast.
Blaine looked up from his spot and caught Kurt’s eye. Something flashed in them before he waved Kurt over with as much force as he could. Kurt walked over swiftly and sat down on a chair across from Connor who just stared at him with an open mouth. Kurt reached a hand up to his hair consciously, “What, do I have a hair out of place?”
Connor just shook his head, still speechless. Rosy decided to speak up, “Well… we’ve just never really seen you in a non… musical setting Kurt. What brings you here today?”
“I did!” Blaine exclaimed; a smirk was settling on the corners of his mouth. Everyone at the table turned over to him in shock; not only had he come to the bar with everyone, he had convinced the stuck up director to loosen up and join them as well. With a flick of his hand he ordered some drinks, a fruity drink was set up in front of everyone and he raised his glass, “To a great production!”
Everyone lifted up their glasses in response and repeated after them. Kurt watched Blaine from overtop of his glass, unsure of what his ulterior motive was in everything. Blaine looked up from his glass and winked over the glass, causing Kurt to spit out his drink in surprise. Sophia jumped away from the mess on the table, “Oh my god! Do you know how much this top even costs!”
“Considering I know how much you get paid, and where you shop… five dollars.” Kurt said, laughing at her reaction, “You don’t fool me young one.”
“What have you created?” Connor whispered towards Blaine, watching his director grab another drink from a passing tray and laughing with the girls at a downtrodden Sophia.
“Welcome to Warblerland.” Blaine chuckled before taking a tequila shot, “It’s going to be a long ride!”
“Connor!” Kurt called out from the dance floor, trying to separate himself from a very tall man who was trying to get him to slow dance with him.
Connor laughed, “What do you want Kurt.”
“Please dance with me!” Kurt exclaimed, grabbing onto his friends wrist and dragging him onto the dance floor.
“Awe come on Kurt, you know I don’t dance. You’ve seen me at practice; I’m about as graceful as a baby doe.”
Kurt giggled, “But I don’t want to dance alone!” He hiccupped a few times as Connor let go of his wrist, “Please Connor, it’s just one dance.”
“No way, I’m going to head to the bar again.” Connor said, walking away.
Kurt began stumbling towards a fast disappearing Connor, “Come baaack!” He found himself barricaded by the hordes of dancers around him, each trying to get as close as they could to each other. He tried to get through, but as luck would have it, he was stuck. “Well this sucks.”
He felt the room getting smaller; each person was turning into two or more people; all ganging up on him. He fell to the floor as if to get a grip on something solid and began breathing very slowly, the pulsing of the music pounded in the back of his head. He felt tears threatening to spill out of his eyes as he berated himself for even amusing himself with the idea of Blaine and him getting back with each other. It was like Blaine had dangled himself in front of Kurt, just to be taken away by the next scum-bag that wanted him. He went to lay down on the floor, not even caring about the fact that his newest Marc Jacobs skinny jeans were soaking up all the dust and dirt around him.
“Kurt?”
It must have been an angel to save him. The angel was going to take him away and he wouldn’t have to feel anymore. He looked up into the strobe lights and vaguely made out a very built figure, “My angel of music?”
The figure chuckled and put his hand forward to help Kurt get up, “No, it’s just Blaine.”
“Oh,” Kurt grumbled and curled into himself on the floor, “go away.”
Blaine laughed and picked Kurt off of the ground and held him in his arms. Kurt hid his face in Blaine’s neck and breathed in his scent. Blaine started to walk towards the direction of the door, “Come on, you’re cut off.”
“You can’t tell me what to do! I’m your boss last time I checked!” Kurt slurred, still not bringing his head up from Blaine shoulders as they continued walking.
“Last time I checked, you also don’t like getting raped in a bar.” Blaine pointed out. Kurt popped his head up and took one last look around the bar, several men AND women sending glances in his direction, even winking at them.
“That seems like something I wouldn’t like.”
Blaine walked down the street with an almost passed out Kurt before he realized that he didn’t know where Kurt lived, and chances were that Rachel lived with him; he didn’t want to answer any awkward question. So instead, he took his chances and here he was; Kurt was lying down on his bed spread eagle; snoring. He sighed and sat down on the bed next to his former boyfriend; it had been five long years, and he wanted to be angry; he just couldn’t find it in himself to actually hate Kurt who was laying there like a small injured bunny rabbit.
Kurt’s phone began to ring in his pocket and he squirmed. Blaine reached forward and tried to get it out but Kurt wouldn’t have it and continued moving around restlessly, “Come on Kurt, what if it’s your father or something?”
Kurt looked up; his face was covered in a wicked grin, “I guess you’ll have to get my phone from my pocket then, won’t you?”
Blaine felt a blush cover the back of his neck as Kurt curled himself into a tight ball, his skinny jeans getting tighter as a result, “Kurt, just give me the phone.”
“You can pry it from my hard, skinny jeaned pockets.” Kurt wiggled his eyebrows and watched Blaine approach him before he let out a big yelp and taking off out of the bedroom.
“Kurt!”Blaine exclaimed, running after the very drunk and stumbling man.
They then proceeded to run around the apartment, each time Blaine would go to make a grab Kurt would let out a squeal of pleasure and running in the opposite direction. Kurt raced around the island in the kitchen, hitting his hip into the sharp corner. Blaine grabbed a hold of him, holding Kurt tight into his chest. Kurt felt his breathing begin to falter as he looked into Blaine’s eyes currently burning holes into his, “B-blaine.”
Kurt felt one of Blaine’s hands slowly move down his stomach, he stiffened and held his breath as Blaine’s hand moved into his tight pockets, “Hey Kurt?”
“Yes?” Kurt whispered, moving into Blaine’s embrace.
“Your phone is ringing.” He took his hand of Kurt’s pocket to reveal a sleek iPhone. Blaine let their hug go and Kurt instantly felt himself wanting more of Blaine’s touch, “Hello?”
“Oh my god, who are you and why do you have Kurt’s phone?”
“Rachel?” Blaine asked.
“How do you know my name?”
He chuckled, “Who doesn’t know your name?”
“You’d better tell me who you are at once or I’m phoning the police. What have you done with Kurt?”
Blaine looked over at his side, trying to fend off the taller countertenor, “You don’t need to know who I am.”
“W- How dare you! I have Kurt’s well being in my mind! Do you have any idea what time it is? It’s three in the morning! Kurt has practice in the morning!”
“I don’t think he’ll be at practice. I’m sure they can go on without him anyway.” Blaine said as Kurt attached himself to Blaine’s arm.
“You sick bastard! What do you plan on doing with him?”
“As if that’s any of your-.”
“Blaine! Blaine hold me!” Kurt cried out.
“Oh my god no!”
“Well look at the time; you’re right, it is pretty late. I should be getting him to bed.”
“Blaine Anderson if you hang up this phone I will-.”
Blaine turned off Kurt’s phone and turned back to the man attached to him, “Let’s get you to bed.”
“Okay!” Kurt exclaimed, rushing into the bedroom.
Blaine followed in after him, having every intention of getting Kurt to go into the guest bedroom instead. To his surprise, Kurt was taking off all his clothes, “Kurt, what are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m getting ready for bed!” Kurt had stripped down to nothing but his boxer-briefs and crawled underneath the covers, “Are you coming?”
Blaine sighed, “Well I guess I’m going to hell anyway.”
He made a move to get under the covers but Kurt just stared at him, “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Going to bed?” Blaine stated, watching Kurt carefully.
Kurt just laughed, “Blaine Anderson, if you don’t get into your underwear I will seriously consider pushing you off the stage at practice tomorrow!”
“Okay, okay. Just give me a second.” Blaine said, stripping down into his own boxers, “Is this better?”
“Much.”
Blaine crawled under the covers and was surprised to find that Kurt once again latched himself to Blaine’s arm once again. He wrapped himself into Blaine’s side, tangling their legs together, their socked feet rubbing against each other. Blaine looked over at Kurt; his face had a look of pure joy on his face as he got in closer, “Can you keep a secret from Blaine for me?”
“I suppose so, yeah.” Blaine said, awkwardly lying on the bed.
Kurt opened his eyes slightly, “I never wanted to break up with him.”
“Oh really?”
“But you can’t tell Blaine I told you.”
Blaine looked over at him, “And why can’t I tell him?”
“Because if he knows, it will make it harder for me to not love him again.”
“Goodnight Kurt.” Blaine said, kissing the top of Kurt’s head.
“Goodnight Blaine,” Kurt said, falling into a sound sleep.
Blaine smiled and decided to give into his urge as he slipped into a sleep, subconsciously letting himself turn into Kurt’s embrace and let himself be consumed by what the two once had. Love.