Kurt followed Unique into the bouncing club, strobe lights streaking across his purple dress and painting it red, green, and blue. The music was so loud that Kurt covered his ears, his huge eyes darting around the confusion and chaos. It seemed to be a gay party, guys humping and making out with other guys, men dancing in the middle of the floor, not a woman in sight. Blushing at all of the sights of tongues licking tongues and hands grabbing asses around him, Kurt looked back at Unique and realized she wasnt there anymore.

Panicking, Kurt hurried past a couple groping right in front of him, and he found her again. He grabbed the back of her dress as she pushed up on her chest to spill more cleavage from the bodice, "Uniques going to get her flirt on tonight." She breathed heavily, watching the men around her.

Kurt wasnt sure if the comment was meant for him, but he replied anyway, "What about David?"

She glared over her shoulder at him, "Consider it an open relationship. Oh, look, theres Brody! Hes smiling at you. Right on time. See you later, Kurt!" Hurrying off to the bar where a group of guys had settled and were scanning for their next victim, she ignored Kurts plea for her to stay with him.

Left alone, Kurt wrapped his arms around himself and searched for a quiet place to hide until Unique was finished. He was about to walk over to an abandoned table that looked sticky with beer but was absolutely silent when someone tapped him on the shoulder. "You arent ignoring Brody Weston, are you?"

Kurt looked over his shoulder at Brody, his wide eyes flicking from his smirking face to the beer in his hand. He wondered if he was drunk and wouldnt notice Kurt slipping away. "Hello, Brody."

"I knew you would come, you little tease." Brody slung an arm around Kurts shoulders, giving him a good whiff of his breath when he got near. Kurt decided that he was either terribly drunk or had just eaten ten jalapeno peppers. "Let me buy you a drink. What are you having?"

Kurt unwillingly followed him over to the bar, where Brody threw himself down on a stool and patted his lap for Kurt to sit on him. Perching on the stool next to Brodys, Kurt said, "Im not drinking, thank you."

Brody grinned at him and he cupped Kurts chin, "How did I know youd say that?" Pointing at the bartender, Brody gestured at Kurt, "Get him a virgin margarita... with a little cherry on top." He looked back at Kurt, still smiling from ear to ear, "You like the little cherries, dont you? Or are you more of a little umbrella kind of guy?"

"I like cherries." Kurt said, pulling from Brodys grip.

Brody sat back and raised his brows at Kurt, looking him up and down, "Ive got to say... you are so hot. I just... I want you naked. But youve got your fiancé... he gets in the way of everything! Tell me something... if you didnt have your-" Brody paused to hiccup, "-your fiancé... would you do me? Just tell me straight. Be really honest... because I like honesty. Honest guys are hot."

Kurt needed to go to the bathroom. Turning away from Brody, Kurt noticed the bartender approaching them and he took the virgin margarita. "Thank you." He said quietly, sipping the top of it just to be polite.

Brody frowned at him and pulled him back around to face him, "You didnt answer. What does that mean? Does that mean you want me... or not?"

Kurt managed a small smile at Brody, "Excuse me, Brody. I want to freshen up." Scooting off the stool, Kurt felt Brodys eyes on his back. He hurried away from Brody and searched for Unique, who he found in the middle of a swarm of guys, twirling her hair and giggling like she didnt have a boyfriend on another continent.

He walked up to her and ignored when one of the guys whistled at him, tugging her arm to get her attention. She looked up at him with glazed eyes, a straw in the corner of her mouth. The straw was plunged into a wine glass, a thick liquid swirling in it. "What, Kurt?" Gesturing to Kurt, she told her friends, "Guys, this is my friend, Kurt."

The guy who whistled grinded his hips at Kurt, "More like beautiful. What do you say you and me go get a drink?"

"No, thank you." was all Kurt said, then he turned back to Unique, his eyes wide and lips pursed. "Unique, I feel hot. Its so stuffy in here. Im going to wait in the car."

"You dont just feel hot." Another guy snorted.

Unique threw her head back with a laugh, "Lighten up, Kurt. Here, have a drink. Youll feel so much better after you do. Where did Brody go?" Handing Kurt a dark drink with ice cubes floating at the top, Unique looked around for Brody. "Go hang out with him."

"But, Unique," Kurt squeaked, "Im not comfortable. This dress is too tight and the men are staring at me!"

"Thats a bad thing?" She raised her brows at him. Hed obviously ruined her dazed happiness because she whispered to him, "Kurt, dont you dare ruin this. Youre acting like the biggest turn-off right now. Go find Brody. Just... make it another forty five minutes. Thats all I need."

"Unique, please-" At her impatient expression, Kurt lowered his head like a scolded child and he stuck his bottom lip out. Turning around, Kurt quietly made his way through the dancing bodies and back over to Brody. He was still sitting there, and when Kurt approached his grin widened.

"You smell good." was the first thing out of his mouth. "Like cinnamon."

Kurt sat down on his stool and stared at Brody, wondering how he would make conversation with him for the next forty five minutes. Resting his chin on his fist, Kurt sipped on his drink and closed his eyes. Maybe he could take a nap... Brody was obviously too drunk to notice.

"You look depressed." Brody commented, leaning closer to Kurt. "Tell Brody Weston. Hes a good listener."

Kurt opened his eyes and tugged his lips at Brody, "Thank you for asking, but I think Id bore you if I told you."

"You dont bore Brody Weston." Brody assured him, getting so close to Kurt that Kurt could feel his hot breath on his neck and ear. "Tell me how you squeezed into this little dress. Its so tight!" Rubbing his fingers over Kurts side, Brody touched one of the many slits. "Youre tight, though. Youre so tight."

Kurt turned away from Brody, closing his eyes again. Probably forty three minutes now. Just forty three minutes. Brody got close to Kurt again, "Am I boring you? You look bored."

Forty two minutes. Lifting his brows, Kurt said, "Im not bored."

"Because we could dance." Brody said as if Kurt hadnt made a sound. "Or you could eat that little cherry. Or we could make out. Brody Westons good at kissing."

"I think Ill eat the little cherry." Kurt plucked the little cherry from his drink and popped it in his mouth, chewing the gushy sweetness.

"Is it good?" Almost scooting onto Kurts lap, Brody stared at his mouth. "Why wont you let me kiss you? You know that I want to. Just one little kiss."

"Im engaged, Brody." Kurt held up his left hand to remind him. "I love my fiancé. Brody, you are a very attractive man and Im sure youll get lots of kisses. You dont need a kiss from me."

"Yes, I do." Brody grabbed Kurts face again, "Because Ive never seen a mouth like yours. So plump and red... I just want it so bad. Let me kiss you." Puckering his mouth, Brody ducked his head and Kurt jerked away from him. "What the fuck?" He looked devastated.

The bartender glanced up from wiping the counter and stared at Kurt as if to ask if everything was okay, so Kurt whispered to Brody, "Shush... youre making a scene."

"Just let me kiss you." Brody almost begged, wrapping his hand around the nape of Kurts neck. "I want it so bad... Kurt, I want you."

"B-Brody..." Kurt tried tugging away, but Brodys grip tightened until Kurt almost couldnt breathe. "Brody, gentle. I cant breathe."

Brodys eyes filled with sudden tears, startling Kurt, "Brody Westons never been rejected before. You know what you are... a bitchy prude. There... I said it. Everyones thinking it. Youre a bitchy prude."

"Brody, thats so mean!" Kurt gasped and hopped off his stool. "Why would you say that? You hurt my feelings!"

The bartender finally spoke up, "Is everything okay here?" He pointed at Brody, "Is he causing a problem?"

Pressing his hand to his mouth, Kurt turned around and scurried between the humping bodies. He was sure he was getting stares, but he didnt care. He just wanted away, no matter what Unique said. Tears blurred his vision and he stumbled as he stepped out of the building, his heel twisting. Gasping, Kurt reached down and pulled his shoes off, leaving them in the doorway.

He padded barefoot across the parking lot, searching for his car. Unzipping his dress as he went, Kurt let it drop to the ground, leaving him in a white slip that let him breathe. He heard footsteps behind him and he glanced over his shoulder, his eyes widening at the sight of Brody prowling after him. "Brody, stop! Youre scaring me!"

Brody lunged at Kurt, picking him up off his feet. He pushed Kurt against the side of the building, pressing his body to Kurts, "Just let me kiss you."

"No!" Kurt squealed and pushed his chest, "No, stop!"

Wrapping his hand around Kurts thigh, Brody lifted his leg and hooked it around his waist. "Youre so hot. Your fiancé doesnt have to know. I want you so bad."

Kurt burst into tears and he turned his head as Brody went in for a kiss, but the heavy weight was quickly taken off of him. Two guys much bigger than Brody yanked him off him, and one slapped the side of Brodys head. "Dude, what the fuck? Thats sexual harassment. If he doesnt want it, then he doesnt want it."

Trembling, Kurt started to sway and felt one of the guys grab him. He shrieked and pulled away. "Whoa... its okay." The guy assured him, holding up his hands to show that he wasnt a threat. "I just want to know if youre okay."

Kurt looked at Brody, who was a ragged mess, then down at his minimal covering. He squealed and darted away from them, running toward his car. "Kurt!" He heard another person yell, and a hand closed around his shoulder when he got to the car.

Kurt looked at Unique, who helped open his door for him. Struggling inside, Kurt closed the door and shut his eyes, trying to control his breathing. Unique got in on the other side and said nothing for what felt like a long time, turning up the heat and almost ignoring Kurt. "Im sorry." She finally whispered.

Kurt put his hand on his rising and dropping stomach, tears falling onto his thin dress. Unique reached over and touched his arm, "I shouldnt have put you through that."

Jerking away from her, Kurt curled up against the window and pulled his phone from his pocket. He needed to hear his voice. Dialing Blaines number, Kurt put the phone against his ear and heard it ring and ring and ring, then Blaines voicemail came on.

He wiped his leaking eyes and threw his phone on the floor, wanting to step on it and break it. But he didnt... because he couldnt.

Santana pulled into the bar parking lot and handed Blaine a fake I.D. She slowly turned to Blaine, running her fingers through her hair. "Oh, dont look at me like that."

Blaine raised his brows, staring at the bar just outside of the car, "I dont want to be here."

Shutting off the car, Santana opened her door, "This is going better than I thought, Blaine. I thought I would have to tie you up and drag you here. Come on... itll be good for you to be social. You of all people should be. I could count the number of friends you have on one hand."

"Whatever." Blaine pushed out of the car and stormed up to the doors, punching through them. He didnt look to see if Santana was on his heels, but walked up to the guy taking I.D.s and handed his to him.

The guy nonchalantly looked it over, then handed it back, "Have a good night."

Slipping past the guy, Blaine walked into the bar and glanced around at the people chatting. Some were gathered around the little TVs and watching football games, and some were at the bars. Digging his fingers into his palms, Blaine felt Santana move behind him and grab his hand. "Dont," she warned, and he released his palm. "Come on... lets start off slow."

She guided him up to the bar and sat him down on one of the stools, away from the majority of other men. She didnt think hed do too well talking to others right now. Sitting beside him, she said to the bartender, "Can we get two beers?"

The bartender opened the fridge and pulled two beers out, handing them over. Blaine took his and swigged it like it was warm coffee, needing to feel the pain go away. Santana took hers a little more slowly, eyeing everything around her. "Ive been here a couple times. It doesnt get too noisy. People stay to themselves. I think youll do well here."

Blaine lowered his head and smelled his beer, wincing at the strong sourness of it. Turning away from it before he made himself sick, Blaine noticed a guy at one of the tables full of men watching a game staring at him. The guy smiled, tilting his head. Blaine quickly looked away. He thought Santana said people kept to themselves.

Santana lifted from her stool, "I have to go to the bathroom. Stay here."

Putting his chin on the table, Blaine watched her leave. Then he stared at the beer in front of him. What the fuck was he doing, leaving the babies in Finns care while he was off getting wasted? But if this was the only way to get rid of the pain, then so be it.

He waited for a few minutes and Santana still hadnt returned, but he thought he heard someone come up from behind him. "Hey... are you not into football?"

Blaine wanted this guy to keep to himself. Sighing, Blaine lifted his head and glared at his intruder, the same guy who had smiled at him earlier. "I dont watch much football." He muttered.

The guy sat down next to him and held his hand out, "My names Derek."

"Blaine."

Derek grinned at him again, "You look bored."

"Socializing isnt my thing." Blaine cut him off, wanting him to get the hint and walk away. But he stayed.

Derek gestured for the bartender to come over, "Two more beers." Turning back to Blaine, he smiled, "Finish your beer before it stops fizzing. Thats when its best."

"Whatever."

Realizing Blaine wasnt interested in a word he had to say, Derek turned the subject to Blaine, unaware that Blaine didnt like to talk about himself either, "What college do you go to? Im at the community college a block away from here."

"I dont go to college." Blaine furrowed his brows, looking around for Santana.

Derek stared at Blaine, his pale lips pursing, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Blaines head snapped up, his lips curled and his eyes narrowed, "Are you coming onto me?"

"Im trying." Derek said honestly, laying his hand on Blaines thigh. "I think youre pretty hot." Stroking his fingers up and down Blaines thigh, Derek muttered, "If youre not into me-"

Blaine looked down at Dereks hand, then back up at his face. He was blond with blue eyes, a little narrower and duller than Kurts, but still blue. Blowing out heavily, Blaine grabbed a chunk of his hair and tugged. He put his lips around the neck of his beer and drank heavily, trying to get as much Kurt as he could out of this guy.

The more he drank the fuzzier things got until Blaine stared directly at the guy. His hand was still rubbing Blaines thigh, and he was talking about something Blaine didnt care about, but those blue eyes. They were nothing like Kurts, not as beautiful or bright, but they were blue.

Dereks mouth crinkled as he realized Blaine was staring at him, "What, do you see something you like?"

Blaine shook his head, losing what he had of Kurt when the guys voice came out. "Dont talk."

Derek grinned at him, his hand sliding up Blaines thigh, "You want to do other things with our mouths?" Before Blaine had a chance to respond, Derek leaned in and pressed their lips. His mouth was warm and dry on Blaines, gentle as he rubbed it back and forth.

Blaine pushed him back when he realized what was happening, "What are you doing?"

Ducking his head again, Derek kissed him, "Let me take you home tonight. Its been a while since Ive slept with anyone."

"What?" Blaine said in between kisses, turning his head to force Derek to let him go. "I dont want to sleep with you."

Derek chuckled and grabbed Blaines face, firmly rubbing their mouths, "You know how to wound a mans pride. Come on... it doesnt have to mean anything. Well never talk again. Thats why its called a one-night-stand."

Blaine wondered why he wasnt being pleasured. He was so aware of everything, despite the beer, and he wanted to pull away. But he didnt. He didnt know why. Closing his eyes, Blaine shoved everything else aside and focused on himself. Of course he wanted to sleep with a man... hed wanted it ever since Kurt left. He just always thought itd be Kurt when he came home. But, even though Kurt had found pleasure with another man, Blaine had promised him loyalty, so he quickly jerked away from Derek. "I-I cant-"

Derek moved closer, his lips sucking on Blaines jaw. "You want this," he whispered on his hard skin, licking Blaines stubble. "Dont wound my pride anymore." Smiling on Blaines skin, Derek said, "This isnt a relationship. Wed just sleep together. Nobody gets hurt."

Blaine looked directly at Derek, "Nobody?" he asked doubtfully.

"Nobody." Derek kissed his mouth again, and for the first time Blaine responded. It felt good to be touched by a man... like when Finn touched him. It wasnt pleasuring and Blaine wasnt attracted to him, but he liked feeling cared for.

Derek slid his tongue out and prodded his way into Blaines mouth, and their tongues twisted together. "Youre such a good kisser." Sliding off his stool, Derek tugged Blaines arm. "Come on. Ill drive you to my place."

Blaine stared up at Derek, his entire body shaking. But Derek said nobody would get hurt, and Blaine wanted a mans touch again. He needed it... craved it. "Okay," he hesitantly whispered, following Derek to the door. Hed call Santana later and tell her he got the flu or something, anything except this.

Derek stopped in the middle of the parking lot and kissed Blaine again, his hands cupping Blaines ass. "Do you usually top or bottom?"

"Top." Blaine told him.

Opening the passenger door to his car, Derek let Blaine in, then slid in on the drivers side. "You seem more like a bottom. Can you bottom for me? I prefer to top."

Blaine didnt say anything to that. Both of them were quiet for the entire drive, which took about ten minutes. When Derek pulled into the parking lot of an apartment complex, he took Blaines hand and helped him out. Wrapping his arm around Blaines waist, Derek led him into the building.

They walked in silence, brushing shoulders but never glancing at each other. At least, Blaine didnt think Derek glanced at him. It took three flights of stairs to get them to Dereks room. Derek pushed him inside the dark room, and he started stripping his jacket. "Do you need anything?"

Blaine uncomfortably stood aside as Derek unbuttoned his collar, "No."

"I always do it with the lights off." Derek pulled his shirt down his arms and dropped it to the floor, then he looked at Blaine. "You can get undressed. Leave your clothes wherever." Unzipping his pants, Derek pushed those down then stepped out of his shoes.

Completely naked, Derek walked over to the bed and lay down. Avoiding looking at him, Blaine turned his back on him and slowly got undressed. Nobody would get hurt... and he needed a mans touch. Once he was naked, Blaine turned around and climbed onto the bed with him.

Derek smiled and rolled on top of Blaine, biting his left nipple. "Youre pretty big. Thats impressive." Cupping Blaines limp cock, Derek started humping his body up and down.

Putting his hand behind his head, Blaine stared up at the ceiling and felt Derek licking between his nipples, his thumb stroking his tip. This was nothing like how it was with Kurt. Blaine sighed and closed his eyes, "What the fuck?" he whispered.

Derek kept humping, oblivious to the fact that Blaine wasnt going to orgasm.

Blaine walked into his bedroom around two in the morning, exhausted and sore. His ass hurt from constantly being pounded in and out of, and his lips were raw. He hadnt even had an orgasm. Sighing, Blaine went over to the crib and saw that it was empty, so he turned around and fell onto his bed.

He covered his face with his hands, unaware of two tiny birds noticing him. He heard a tiny cheep from beside him, so he opened his eyes and looked at Pavarotti and Everett. Both of them had pieces of the babies teddy bear in their beaks, and they put him down by Blaine. Pavarotti chirped and wiggled.

Pulling the bear closer to himself, Blaine whispered, "Thank you." He lifted the bear and looked at its foot, "To Kurt. Love Mommy." He sighed and hugged the bear to his chest, lying flat on his bed.

There was a soft knock on his door, and Blaine turned his head to spy Finn in the doorway. His hair was ruffled and he looked tired. Two little bundles were curled up against his chest. "I have the babies."

Blaine stood up and went to Finn, peeking at the two blankets. Both of the babies were asleep, their heads squished to Finns chest. He took Archer from him and laid him in his crib, and Finn laid Hunter beside him. Glancing up at Blaine, Finn muttered, "How did things go?" When Blaine didnt respond, Finn said, "Santana knows you slept with someone. She told me."

Blaine lifted his head and he stared at Finn, unsure of his emotions. Finns face was absolutely unreadable. "Am I a bad person?" he asked the question that had been bothering him all night, his voice weak and broken. He wondered if it was because of guilt or lack of sleep.

"No," Finn shook his head. "Id probably be a little more pissed if my brother hadnt cheated first-"

Blaine closed his eyes, "I dont want to talk about that. Look... its over. Dont talk about it anymore. Im trying to forget it happened."

Finn pursed his lips, not moving an inch away from Blaine. He suddenly lifted his hand and cupped Blaines face, closing his eyes and leaning in. Pressing their lips, Finn rubbed their mouths and sighed against Blaines face. "Im sorry... Ive wanted to do that for a while. It was better than what I thought it would be." Kissing the corner of Blaines mouth, Finn whispered, "Goodnight, Blaine."

Turning away, Finn strode out of the room, rubbing his lips the entire way. Shocked, Blaine stared after him. "What the fuck?" he said again, quickly shutting his door so no one else could get in. He whipped around and fell onto his bed, gasping into the pillows.

He felt his phone buzz against his thigh and he swore and pulled it out, seeing that it was a call from Kurt. He stared at it, desperate to answer it. But he felt too horrific to talk to Kurt after what had happened, and he didnt want to hear about the guy on the magazine with him, so he let it go to voicemail. After it appeared, Blaine listened to the voicemail, "Blaine... Im scared... I need you. Why wont you talk to me? I love you."

Blaine shut his phone off and he let his head hit the pillow, "Im not good for you." He whispered, knowing that hed been poisoned. There was nothing good left in him... he was all bad. A beast. Tears filled his eyes. He closed them and felt the warm saltiness roll down his cheeks. Did he even deserve to cry... since hed done this to himself?