Chapter 22

Kurt makes it as far as the nearest gas station before he regrets storming out of his house. He knows his dad is just worried about him, but he was just so angry at him for trying to control his life. It wasn't that Kurt necessarily cared about his job at Shades. He just wanted to quit on his own terms. He didn't like the idea of having that bit of control taken away from him, and with all that had gone on in the last few weeks, he needed to feel like he could control something. Everything was changing so fast, and Kurt was terrified.

He pulls his phone out and contemplates calling his dad. But he's not ready to talk about it yet. In fact, Kurt kind of wants his dad to sweat it out a bit. It's not the most mature thing he's ever done, but he's still angry and very, very stubborn. So instead of calling or going home, he decides to go to work… and after, he won't be going home.

He takes a deep breath before typing out a text and hitting send.

Kurt
How would you feel about coming to Shades tonight to see me dance?

Blaine
I'd love to. What time?

Kurt
I'm scheduled for the 10:30 shift, so probably not before 11.

Blaine
I'll be the one down front wearing a smirk that says "Isn't my boyfriend hot?"

Kurt
I'm blushing.

Blaine
It's true. You are hot.

Kurt
Kind of the point of stripping.

Blaine
I didn't mean just the stripping. ;)

Kurt
You're such a dork.

Blaine
You're still hot.

Kurt
I'm rolling my eyes at you.

Blaine
Also hot. You just can't help it you know.

Kurt
You're impossible, but adorable.

Blaine
I think you're adorable.

Kurt
All this eye rolling is giving me a headache.

Blaine
Then just learn to accept a compliment. :)

Kurt
:)
Shit…I have to go. See you there?

Blaine
Absolutely. x

Kurt smiles as he puts his phone down on the passenger's seat. He might still have to tell Blaine about his mistake Wednesday night, but at least he knows the boy finds him attractive. No, not attractive … hot.

He actually called me hot.

The grin didn't leave Kurt's face until he took the stage for his first number of the night and that was only to replace his ear-to-ear smile with his best seductive smirk. Yes, indeed. Kurt Hummel is hot and he knows it.

It was "Dalton's" best night for tips since he started working at Shades. And he still had one more dance to go.

Yep. Definitely hot.

Blaine pulled into the parking lot at shades a little after 10:30. Even though Kurt had invited him, it still felt weird to be going to a strip club. It really wasn't his kind of thing….well, not unless Kurt was dancing. That was definitely his thing. Then again, he'd probably be happy watching Kurt knit a sweater.

Vince beams at Blaine as he approaches the entrance to the club.

"Long time no see, kid," he says, stamping Blaine's hand.

"Hey Vince," Blaine replies. "Busy night?"

"Can't complain," Vince says. "Have fun tonight."

"Thanks, I will."

The small talk seemed easier knowing that Kurt definitely wants him in the audience tonight. For once his palms aren't sweaty entering the club as he scans the room for an empty table. He sees one near the front that should be visible from the stage if the light hits it right. Blaine makes his way over and sits down, leaning back confidently in the hideous red vinyl chair. He takes out his phone to text Kurt.

Blaine
Got a seat down front.

Kurt
You aren't worried you'll get fake tan on you?

Blaine
Nah. Besides, I heard there's a hot guy dancing tonight. Want to make sure I have the best view.

Kurt
:)

Blaine
x

Blaine only has to wait through one more dancer before he hears a song he knows has to be Kurt. Sure enough, the announcer booms out, "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Shades' very own Dalton."

Kurt struts out onto the stage in the same outfit he'd been wearing when Blaine first saw him dance on his birthday. Blaine recognizes the song as Adam Lambert's "Fever," and he realizes Kurt has planned this for him. In fact, he locks eyes with Blaine during the first five seconds and doesn't look away for the entire song.

Blaine is so turned on by the time Kurt leaves the stage, he's shifting uncomfortably in his seat and feeling restless. He scans the room until he sees Vince leaning against the bar, studying the room carefully and nursing a drink. He offhandedly wonders if Vince only works the door when Kurt isn't on stage. The bouncer seems to have a compulsive need to protect Kurt. Blaine decides he likes Vince.

He makes his way over to the bar in about three seconds, his strides long and purposeful.

"Vince, do you think Kurt would do a private for me?" he asks, his mouth having suddenly gone dry at the thought of being alone with Kurt again.

Vince turns to face Blaine, a smirk lighting up his face as he does.

"I don't know, kid. I could ask."

"That would be great," Blaine replies. "Um, could you … uh… Tell him it's me? … Blaine. Tell him it's Blaine."

"Sure thing," Vince says, trying to stifle a laugh. "I'll be right back."

With that, he disappears behind the nearby door.

Blaine fidgets uncomfortably for what feels like 20 minutes, but is probably more like two. Vince reappears with a knowing grin on his face.

"Give him five minutes," Vince says with a wink.

"Oh, okay…"

Blaine is frozen in place for a few moments before he realizes that both Vince and the bartender are staring at him. He mutters a quick thank you under his breath and heads to the men's room to kill a few minutes.

He turns on the faucet and splashes cold water on his face and neck. The cool rush across his skin feels exquisite and calms his nerves slightly. When he glances up at the mirror, he can see his expression is brighter than it's been in days. He feels physically lighter somehow, and the anticipation buzzing through him is thrilling and also strangely relaxing. Blaine makes a final check of his hair and smiles broadly at his own reflection. He can't wait to see Kurt.

Sebastian hadn't really considered what it would mean for his "friendship" with Blaine if he ever found out that Sebastian had blackmailed Kurt.

Blaine's words still stung sharply as Sebastian drove himself to Columbus for the night. He had so far managed to avoid any real tears, but the pain of losing his only friend — and a boy he had been pining for the better part of two years — was still fresh and more excruciating than he could have ever imagined. But if he drove a little recklessly, it was only to get to the club sooner.

He had skipped school Thursday and Friday, but it was only because he had been battling a wicked migraine since Wednesday night. Too much glitter and annoying club music combined with too much drama, he convinces himself.

By Saturday night Sebastian had decided he needs out of town for a bit and is headed to Columbus blasting cheesy pop music he'd never tell anyone he listens to. When he pulls up to a stoplight on the outskirts of town, drumming on the steering wheel to the beat, he glances to his left at a dimly lit parking lot. He recognizes a beat later that it's the parking lot for Shades. Sebastian smirks to himself, wondering what happened at Kurt's after he made his frantic exit. Part of him hopes Hummel got grounded until the end of his life. Another part of him worries that Blaine might have gotten in trouble thanks to his antics.

His now slightly distracted car dancing comes to an abrupt halt when he notices a familiar sight in the parking lot of Shades: Blaine's car.

When the light turns green, he pulls into the parking lot instead of continuing toward the club he had been headed for.

Kurt's body is thrumming with something he can't quite describe as he leaves the stage. Blaine's gaze had been electric and he could feel arousal beginning to take hold of his body as he danced. It's a new feeling and possibly a bit terrifying. The dressing room, normally freezing cold and starkly lit, feels warm and appears fuzzy around the edges as he enters.

As usual, Mike is sitting in front of the mirror. His legs are sprawled lazily over an arm of a chair while he talks on the phone.

Kurt ignores him and tries to drown out the giggly conversation Mike is having with his flavor of the week. He's pretty sure the overly tanned blond just said something that sounds suspiciously like "no, you hang up," and Kurt resists the urge to laugh.

Mike eventually hangs up, and Kurt is just about to tease him about being a teenage girl when Vince bounds into the dressing room, grinning like an idiot.

"Kurt!" he says a little louder than necessary.

Both dancers turn to face him, and Kurt says "Yeah?"

Mike takes in the scene and a worried look passes across his face.

"Yeeeaaaaah, I'm gonna go. I'm on in ten," he squeaks out nearly running for the door.

Kurt watches him go and turns back to Vince who's still looking toward where Mike had just disappeared, a confused look on his face.

"What was that about?" he asks.

"No idea," Kurt says. "Did you want something?"

"Oh…yeah!" Vince says, beaming. "How do you feel about doing a private tonight?"

Kurt rolls his eyes. "Vince, we've talked about this…"

"I know, but I think you want to do this one."

Kurt raises an eyebrow, tilting his head to one side. It's a look that Vince recognizes as Kurt's "don't dick me around" face, so he continues speaking.

"It's Blaine."

"Bl-Blaine?" Kurt stammers.

Vince's smile falters a little. He wonders if he's done the right thing as he watches panic spread across Kurt's pale face.

"Um, I can tell him to go…" he offers.

"No!"

Vince breaks into a full smile again, a rough laugh escaping the back of his throat. He'd been holding his breath and it comes out with more force than he intended.

"So you'll do it?" he asks.

"Yeah…." Kurt squeaks out. Clearing his throat, he repeats himself. "Yeah. Yes, tell him I'll do it."

Vince turns to head back into the club and Kurt catches his reflection in the mirror. His head whips around as he calls out to Vince.

"Tell him to give me a few minutes."

Laughing, Vince replies, "Sure."

When Kurt turns back to the mirror, he can see a slight flush in his cheeks accompanied by a distinct light in his eyes that wasn't there earlier in the night.

Blaine's here. He's here to see me….and he thinks I'm hot.

Kurt smiles at his reflection. And then his heart starts racing at the idea of being alone with Blaine in the lounge again after so many weeks. He's nervous, but the lingering memory of the arousal he felt dancing with Blaine watchin him keeps him from panicking. He's dying to see Blaine's eyes up close, pupils dilated with desire, watching Kurt dance for him in private.

He takes a few moments to check his hair, deciding in the end it will probably get mussed anyway and instead using his remaining minutes to find the jeans he had worn on his way to work that night. No need to wear his tear-away pants for Blaine. He almost skips a shirt too, but at the last moment, grabs his white button-up from the back of a chair and pulls it on. He leaves the buttons undone, though.

A final look in the mirror to make sure he looks reasonably pulled together and he's headed for the private lounge, humming Adam Lambert's "Fever" as he goes. It gives him an idea.

The private lounge is the same as it was the last time Blaine saw it. Tacky carpet, hideous vinyl benches, worn, and distinctly shady. But this time, he doesn't mind it as much. In fact, he feels a twinge of nostalgia at the stale smell of old carpet and spilled booze that seems to permeate the air. He laughs at the thought.

He takes a seat on the same bench he had occupied when he met Kurt.

Yeah, definitely feeling nostalgic.

The only difference this time is the lack of Vince's speech about club rules. Blaine still feels nervous, albeit for different reasons this time. But he's mostly just aching to see Kurt. The last time he saw him was in the Hummel-Hudson living room, and it feels like ages ago. Where the hell is Kurt?

Just when Blaine thinks he can't bear the anticipation another second, he hears a familiar song start to play and he smiles. The first thumping beats of Adam Lambert's "Shady" sends a jolt of heat through Blaine's body. The album had just come out and Kurt had played it for him over the phone a couple of times. He looks down at the floor as he listens to the lyrics, a smirk on his face. Kurt's flirting with him through song, and it's fucking perfect.

Baby I'm on the hunt
Baby I got my target on you
Trouble that's what I want
And I'm gonna do just what I have to
Get your ass down to the front
Go on and pull it out, I dare you
Sorry I'm kinda drunk
But did you just say your game was brand new?

When Blaine looks up, he's greeted by the sexiest thing he's ever seen in his life. Kurt is leaning on the frame, white shirt unbuttoned and hanging scandalously loose from his body. His arms are folded across his chest, accentuating the muscles in his arms. Deliciously tight jeans cling sinfully to his hips and thighs like a second skin.

The scene before him paints a decidedly erotic picture in Blaine's mind and it's only enhanced by the fact that Kurt's hair is slightly mussed from dancing. The heat in his blue eyes as he watches Blaine from across the room burns through Blaine and fills him with desire.

"God, you look amazing," Blaine blurts out, his voice sounding deeper than he expected.

Don't turn on the light
Cause I'm feeling so shady lately

"Thanks," Kurt replies, his eyes locked on Blaine's as he reaches over to the wall to turn the music down a bit. Blaine can just make out the lyrics now and he smiles at the next verse.

Come on and take me underground
Deep under the street
Come on and take me, take me down
The freaks like us can meet

Blaine crooks a finger at Kurt, silently inviting him into his personal space.

Kurt closes the distance between them quickly. Blaine rises to standing and reaches for Kurt as he approaches. The music is just contributing to the amount of heat between them. He makes a note to download the song later. It's definitely going in the rotation on his favorite playlist.

Come on and turn me, turn me on
Cause I'm feeling so shady lately

Blaine nearly groans at the appropriateness of the words, and grabs Kurt's face in his hands, pulling him in for a heated kiss. Their lips battle for dominance, and they bump teeth a few times, but it feels like perfection. It's full of lust and longing, despite the fact that it's only been a few days since they last kissed.

Somehow Blaine feels freer in the club, like he has permission to think of Kurt in a sexual way. Their kiss in Kurt's living room the other night had been passionate and erotic, but it was a kiss shared by two teenage boys in a room filled with family photographs and scented candles. It's easier to be dirty in a room that smells of sweat and booze and that's specific purpose is designed to arouse and tantalize.

Go on gimme a shot
Gonna knock it back forget all my blues
Yeah that really hits the spot
I'm feeling pretty fierce in my damn sin shoes

Kurt must be feeling the same way because when Blaine tries to pull back from the kiss, he bites playfully at his bottom lip. Blaine had no idea that was something he was into, but god when Kurt does it, he feels the blood rush to his cock every time.

Blaine brings his hand up to thread through the hair at the back of Kurt's head and pulls slightly. Kurt moans, but allows Blaine to tug his head back, exposing his long, graceful neck. Blaine attacks it with enthusiasm, biting and nibbling his way along the exposed tendon along the right side of Kurt's neck. He trails his free hand along Kurt's chest, nudging the open shirt off one shoulder.

"I've been so hot for you since you set foot on that stage," he breathes into Kurt's neck.

Kurt pulls his head from Blaine's grasp to make eye contact with him. He's fisting Blaine's cardigan in his hands and pulling him in as close as he can.

"I can't stop thinking about the things I want to do to you," Kurt says, raking his eyes over Blaine's face before landing on his lips and staring longingly. "Your lips…god, I just…the things I want you to do to me."

Blaine surges forward to capture Kurt's lips again and thrusts his tongue into the dancer's mouth. It's messy, but he doesn't care. All he can think of is getting closer to this boy, this man, who has him so fucking turned on right now. Blaine is turned on too, he can feel it, and it's getting tougher for both of them to think.

"I need…I want…" he stutters against Kurt's lips, not wanting to pull away.

"What do you want?" Kurt asks breathlessly. "Tell me."

Blaine tries to make words form, but he can't. His desire is too strong. He stands there, gripping Kurt tightly, thrusting his pelvis slowly against Kurt's hipbone. Blaine notices that the song is still playing in the background and he can just make out the lyrics over the sound of their breathing.

No I ain't broken, but I need a fix
That satisfaction when I, I get my kicks

Kurt responds to Blaine's thrusts with a few of his own, and Blaine makes up his mind which of his exquisite fantasies he wants to carry out with Kurt right now.

"Just…Just let me show you, okay?" he says.

Kurt bites his lip as if he's considering what Blaine might have in mind, but eventually he nods.

Blaine doesn't waste another second thinking. He quickly drops to his knees and begins to unfasten Kurt's fly. He can hear Kurt gasp above him and feels him sway on his feet. Blaine wraps an arm around Kurt's waist and holds him steady.

"I've got you," he whispers and moves to quickly unzip Kurt's jeans.

Kurt leans into his touch and Blaine can feel him relax a little. Blaine runs his fingertips along Kurt's bare abdomen, feeling the muscles flexing at the sensation. It gives Blaine the last bit of confidence he needs to skim his fingers along the trail of hair disappearing into Kurt's snug-fitting black briefs and down into the soft cotton.

Kurt's pale skin looks delicious against the dark material and Blaine can't resist running his tongue along the edge of the elastic. He looks up to meet Kurt's gaze as he frees his cock from the straining fabric. Kurt groans and throws his head back. But he quickly returns his gaze to Blaine's face when he feels the warmth of Blaine's mouth on him.

The honey-colored irises of Blaine's eyes are barely visible around the widened pupils, but it burns through Kurt like fire. He can't believe the scene laid out before him: soft, full lips spread tight around his heavy, flushed cock, a talented tongue dragging along the underside of his erection as Blaine sucks and pulls his mouth up and down the full length of him.

It's almost too much and Kurt thinks he might come before he's really had a chance to appreciate the moment. He squeezes his eyes shut and wills himself to hold on. But when he feels the brush of fingertips on his balls, it's a lost cause.

"Blaine… I'm gonna… oh fuck."

Blaine pulls his mouth back, but continues to stroke Kurt with his hand. "Come on, gorgeous. Come for me. Just let go." He opens his mouth and takes Kurt in as far as he can, watching Kurt's face the entire time.

Under Blaine's encouragement, Kurt lets go, letting his orgasm take him.

Blaine's throat constricts a little when Kurt's hips stutter, but he manages to keep from gagging as Kurt comes in several long pulses down his throat. He swallows and continues to suck until he's sure Kurt is finished. He has to force himself to focus on Kurt, though, as his own erection throbs painfully in his pants.

When Blaine finally pulls off, he rocks back on his heels, careful not to release Kurt's hips from his grasp. He pulls Kurt's briefs back up to cover him and stands up. Blaine turns Kurt and eases him back onto the bench behind him.

"God, Blaine…that was fucking amazing," Kurt gushes.

"Thanks," Blaine says, as he removes his cardigan and collapses beside Kurt on the bench. He tosses the sweater aside and rubs the heel of his hand over his crotch, now acutely aware of his own need for relief. Kurt must see his tiny movements because he slaps Blaine's hand away playfully and is unzipping his jeans almost immediately.

"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't return the favor?" he says through a smirk.

Blaine throws his head back on the bench and moans loudly. He gives into the sensation of Kurt's nimble fingers unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the zipper to take him in hand. Kurt's hand is warm and strong around Blaine's stiff length. He loses himself in the feeling and realizes too late he's not going to last.

After a few brief but firm strokes, Blaine is coming across the dark grey t-shirt covering his torso and gasping out Kurt's name loudly.

As Blaine comes down from his orgasm, he starts laughing.

"I should probably be embarrassed about my lack of stamina, but damn that was hot," he says opening one eye and turning to face Kurt.

Kurt is giggling quietly behind his hand. "I was thinking the same thing."

Blaine leans forward and kisses him, effectively putting a stop to Kurt's laughter. His tongue just begins to graze Kurt's when there's a sharp knock at the door.

"You're on in five, Kurt," Vince shouts through the door.

Kurt sighs heavily. "Shit, I've got to go," he says, disappointment evident in his voice.

"It's okay," Blaine says. "I'll still be around when you're done."

"You'd better be," Kurt says, standing up and zipping his pants. He kisses Blaine on the nose and heads for the dressing room. He stops short in the doorway and takes a few steps back toward Blaine. "Oh, here," he says, pulling off his unbuttoned shirt. "You can't wear that out there."

Blaine looks down to his own shirt where Kurt is gesturing and laughs.

"No I guess not," he says, catching Kurt's shirt as he tosses it over to him.

Kurt smiles fondly and exits the room, leaving Blaine grinning after him. He quickly removes his messy t-shirt and pulls on Kurt's crisp oxford. It's a little long in the sleeves, but otherwise it fits his chest and torso fine. He rolls the sleeves up to his elbows and grabs his cardigan from the bench. He tosses the t-shirt in a tall trashcan in the corner, wondering briefly how much clothing has been left behind in the same bin.

Blaine exits the lounge, unable to contain his smile, and runs headlong into Sebastian Smythe, who is leaning on the bar, eyes wandering the room.