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Blaine spun around on the spot in which he found himself, arms tucked tightly underneath the armpits of two other men, boxing him in so all he could do was stare. The bright lights flashed their way around the dark room, and Blaine was sure they would send everyone into an epileptic fit they were that bright.

"What do you think Blainers?" the man on Blaine's right asked, his head held high, breathing in the fumes of alcohol and sex.

Blaine knew he had two options.

Number one, he could say he was so happy and thankful that his best friends since high school had decided it was a marvellous idea to take him out to a strip club for his 25th birthday. A perfectly average heterosexual strip club, he might add. Judging by the fact that Blaine counted himself as 100% gay, he had no idea why the two idiots at his side had even thought this plan would be good in anyway shape or form. If he went with this option, it would most likely end with a 'We love you, now stop talking Blainers and lets get you some action!', which would most likely be Blaine looking extremely uncomfortable as a female stripper gave him a lap dance, under the impression that she was arousing him.

Wrong.

The second option would be to tell his friends that they were complete and utter idiots and he never ever wanted to see them again after this horrendous night, and that he was going home to cuddle up on the couch with his abusive cat and a tub of Ben and Jerry's finest. Though of course he knew that would just end with a ' Stop complaining Blainers and lets get you some action!', which would most likely be Blaine looking extremely uncomfortable as a female stripper gave him a lap dance, under the impression that she was arousing him.

Wrong again.

Blaine took a deep breath as the music pounded into his ears.

"Wes, David, I don't think you thought this through" he began, only to be cut off by a roll of dollar bills being shoved between his lips, Wes letting out a boom of laughter before he spun Blaine around and marched him toward the stage, David right behind him.

"Now listen up Blainers. Today is your birthday; your 25th birthday might I add, and it's only fair that we got you a little gift. So before you start mouthing off as usual, just trust your dear friends and enjoy the show" Wes tossed him a wink and clapped him on the shoulder, Blaine's eyes now trailing up onto the stage.

To be honest, the stage looked more like a runway than an actual stage. Only this runway was fully equipped with shiny silver poles that extended out of the glittery roof. Blaine took the roll of money out of his mouth and let his eyes remain focused on the stage as a series of women strolled out, all dressed from head to toe in black leather, their hair loose and flowing, makeup thick and marvellous. Blaine felt absolutely nothing toward them as all five took their place on the poles, legs up in the air, Wes and David screaming out in delight beside Blaine.

It took Blaine exactly 10 seconds to become absolutely bored, so he turned around to make some excuse when Wes spun him back to face the stage.

"Happy Birthday Blaine" he grinned and Blaine watched on in awe as five grown men in leather made their way out onto the stage, all carrying whips, tossing them this way and that. Now Blaine had never been one for BDSM, but this was kind of turning him on. He moved from drool from the corner of his mouth as one man in particular dropped to his knees in front of him, arching his back, exposing his perfectly tones chest.

"It's like some strange bi sexual strip club we found" David grinned into Blaine's ear as people began to push in front of them, shoving dollar bills into the mans pants.

"It certainly is strange" Blaine cried back as the toned chested man ran his hands down his own body. Blaine was so absorbed in where that hand was going that he got quite a shock when a black high heeled boot appeared on the mans chest, causing him to freeze.

"Good evening Ladies and not so gentle men" a female Latina voice rang out across the room, a series of cheers following it. Blaine let his eyes trail up the boot to a very tanned thigh, which belonged to a very tanned and very beautiful woman. She had a microphone attached to her ear and quite a few notes of money sticking out from her black leather bra that seemed to be pushing her rather large breasts up. She gave a small smile to the audience, flipping her long ebony hair over her shoulder.

" Are you ready for a good night?" she asked and the room once again burst into a chorus of cheers, Wes and David among the loudest of people.

"Are you ready for a fun night?" she asked, this time a little louder, the reaction exactly the same.

"Are you ready for a sexy night?" she asked and the room practically exploded into screams as the lights began to roam around the room once more, lighting up the Latina's body in red and blue lights, music blaring through the speakers.

The moment the drums began the blonde man on the floor began to move, his hands trailing up the woman's leg, his fingers exploring her skin with a silky touch. Blaine swallowed as he felt his neck become hotter, the mans hands now on her upper thigh. The moment his fingers began to trail over her black mini shorts her was pulled swiftly to his feet, the girl jumping up almost gracefully, wrapping her long legs around his waist, her mouth opening, a crisp yet wonderful voice filling the room.

"Feels so good being bad, There's no way I'm turning back, Now the pain is my pleasure, Cause nothing could measure"

The woman sung and Blaine felt his blood run a little faster. She was rather good, her body moving along to the rhythm as she was pulled backwards by the blonde man. Behind her the other dancers had paired up, the girls all clasping the boys, their hands roaming everywhere. Blaine watched as they all moved as one to the beat, the lights flashing all around them.

"Love is great, love is fine, Out the box, out of line, The affliction of the feeling, Leaves me wanting more"

David hit Blaine on the shoulder once the Latina woman and the Blonde boy fell apart, the Latina jumping gracefully up onto the silver pole beside her, flipping upside down, her hands running over her body as she continued to sing, the other dancers now separating, the women crawling all over the stage as the men whipped the air.

"Cause I may be bad But I'm perfectly good at it. Sex in the air, I don't care I love the smell of it. Sticks and stones May break my bones, But chains and whips Excite me."

The Latina remained on the pole as the Blonde male disappeared, a tall blonde women stepping forward in black stilettos and a tight black corset. She dipped down and crawled forward toward Wes, her blue eyes set on him. Blaine watched in shock as she knelt at the edge of the stage, running her hands down her body as she watched Wes, the man utterly stunned.

"Come on, Come on, Come on, I like it, Like it"

She gave him a wink before she was scooped up by a tall Asian man, the pair moving to the back of the stage as the three remaining women moved to the front of the stage, all with whips in their hands, their voices blending together in a way that Blaine could only describe as a ' Perfect sex harmony'.

" S...S...S

And

M...M...M

S...S...S

And

M...M...M"

They all chanted and Blaine watched as they broke apart, leaving only a small brunette in the middle of the stage, a pair of arms snaking around her exposed waist, the women closing her eyes as the hands paused, a new voice taking over from the women. Blaine almost choked on the air as he heard the voice, his eyes opening wide. It did not belong to a woman, but was almost as soft as one, with a hint of urgency.

"Oh! I love the feeling you bring to me, Oh, you turn me on."

Blaine felt himself leaning toward the stage as the arms around the women's waist lifted her up and she almost fell forward, dipping forward, disappearing through the mans legs. Blaine felt himself start to breath faster as his eyes set themselves on the new dancer. He was wearing a long coat with no shirt underneath, pants that seemed a little too tight, knew high boots and a top hat. His skin was so white and so clear; Blaine felt he was staring longingly at a beautiful porcelain doll. The man turned his head towards the audience as the blonde male returned and pulled him into his arms in a tight embrace, his lips on the smaller mans neck.

"It's exactly what I've been yearning for. Give it to me strong! And meet me in my boudoir; Make my body say ah, ah, ah! I like it, like it!"

The smaller man pushed the blonde once away, leaving his coat with him. He danced to the front of the stage as he sung, holding the last night a little long as the Latina and the blonde women appeared by his side, running their hands down his body as people applauded, the trio moving back into the darkness as the tall Asian man and an Asian women now worked the poles.

S...S...S

And

M...M...M

S...S...S

And

M...M...M

The lights shut off instantly and the room bust into applause, Wes pulling Blaine into his chest roughly, shaking him around as David cheered.

"What do you think?" Wes cried above all the noise and Blaine nodded his head, trying to regain control on his breathing and blood flow.

" You guys are great" he breathed and Wes cheered louder, shoving Blaine away from himself, the small brunette women appearing on the stage once more, this time with a leather jacket on.

"We hope you enjoyed that performance, Now can we all have a round of applause for our sweetest girl out here tonight! Put your hands together for SUGAR!" the women cried and the room began to cheer once more as another small brunette women made her way onto the stage, her outfit seeming to be a long fluffy nightgown. Blaine found himself chuckling as David let out a small moan of annoyance as the women smiled. She ran a hand down her side and in the blind of an eye the night gown was gone, revealing a tight fitting purple corset and black stockings, the room clapping wildly as Sugar climbed onto the pole and began to dance. Blaine watched for about a minute as people threw money onto the stage; men and women trying to get a closer look at the dancer, before he clapped David on the shoulder, told him he'd be back soon, and wondered off to find the bar.

After pushing his way through the crowd of horny men and women, Blaine decided her really needed to pee. The topless bartender pointed him toward a door at the other side of the room, so Blaine thanked him and made his way over there, the noise stopping the moment he closed the door.

"Holy crap" Blaine said to no one in particular as he found himself in slight darkness, the thumping of the music still on his bones. He turned around and walked a little faster, his bladder now rather uncomfortable. Once he made his way down the darkened hall he came to a dead end with a door to his left and a door to his right. Naturally, Blaine opened the right door and stumbled into a brightly lit room. He could hear voiced up ahead, his eyes searching for signs that might point him in the right direction. He hurried along and pushed passed a curtain, coming into a room that was filled with more curtains. He let out a groan off annoyance, walking forward to a little blue curtain, hoping that he would perhaps find a fancy toilet, but all that was in the tiny little room was a chair and a box. Blaine sighed and went to turn around, the sound of the curtain being drawn making him freeze.

" Well, well. Mr Mathews, I must say I was presently surprised to hear that you have requesting me, alone." An almost familiar voice whispered into Blaine's ear as a hand curled around his middle and gentle fingers tapped at his chest. He sucked in a deep breath as the very same hands spun him around. Blaine came face to face with the porcelain dancer and he held his pants start to harden.

He swallowed and went to open his mouth when a long finger pressed against his lips.

"Mr Mathews, sit. Relax" the man smirked, pushing Blaine down onto the small hair in the centre of the room. Blaine knew he should probably say something but good God the man was hot. So he allowed himself to be pushed down onto the seat, the man straddling his lap, running his hands down Blaine's bright blue shirt.

" I have two rules" the dancer smirked as he shuffled himself a little closer, Blaine groaning as he felt the mans tight ass skim across his hard on.

"Number one, no touching. Number two, have fun" Kurt grinned before he rolled his hips into Blaine's and hopped up, leaning forward so Blaine had a rather nice view of his behind.

"Um.." Blaine swallowed, about to tell the man that this was all a mistake, when he leant forward, the man spun around and fell into Blaine, sending them both crashing to the floor, the dancer on top of Blaine, his glasz eyes wide with shock and laughter.

"Mr Mathews I am so sorry!" he began but he stopped short when Blaine looked at him.

"I..." Blaine let out a small noise and the dancer leant forward slightly, their noses touching.

"You have... beautiful eyes." He spoke softly and Blaine let a small breath escape his lips before the curtain flew open and a very angry man with a beefy neck stood there, his eyes wide.

" I'm one minutes late because I walk into the bloody toilets and I find you getting it on with another client!" the man cried and the dancer was on in his feet in a flash, head darting back and forth between the other two men in the room.

"I... Mr Mathews! what..." the man was clearly confused, Blaine taking in a breath.

"There seems to have been some form of mistake!" he began and the real Mr Mathews threw a glare in his direction.

"Don't you start? I paid good money for this thing over here, and you think you can take it from me?" the man roared and Blaine went to reply when the dancer cut in.

"Sir, it wasn't his fault..."

"Shut it you worthless tramp!" the man snapped and the dancer looked horrified, his eyes widening in disbelief. Blaine was also stunned, but he somehow mistook that as anger and stepped forward.

" I think you should leave Mr Mathews" he said firmly and the chubby man continued to stare down at him.

"Don't you tell me..."

"Quite frankly sir I will tell you what to do, because you have just insulted and verbally violated a worker and he can quite easily sue you, and I would not mind testifying against you in the court of law." Blaine snapped and the man took the slightest step back.

"Whatever. I expect a refund." And with that he charged out of the room, leaving Blaine and the dancer alone.

"I'm sorry" Blaine said immediately as he looked over at the young man, who seemed to be hugging himself tightly.

"Yes I should image so. Why didn't you tell me you weren't Mr Mathews?" he asked and Blaine swallowed, fully aware that the gorgeous man was awaiting an answer.

"I was... a little... um... distracted" he blushed and the dancer huffed, straightening himself up.

"Right. Well, I wont complain to the owner because you saved my ass just then, but I'm not finishing that dance" he sighed and Blaine nodded.

"I didn't expect you too."

The man nodded and the pair stood in silence for a moment before the dancer licked his peach lips and sighed.

"Can I ask why you stumbled into here?" he asked and Blaine bit his lip.

"I was looking for the toilets" he admitted and the man gave a small smirk before he walked towards the open curtain.

"You should have taken the door on your left. Have a nice day Mr..."

"Anderson. Blaine Anderson" Blaine nodded and the man gave him a quick smile.

"That's quite a sexy name. Goodbye Blaine." with that he clicked his tongue and disappeared, leaving Blaine alone, horny and desperate for the loo.

Perfect.

"Blaine, we have to go." Wes sighed as people began to pile out of the building a few hours later, Blaine's eyes scanning the stage for any sight of the gorgeous man.

"Give me a second" Blaine sighed, making his way toward the stage where the small brunette woman in the leather jacket now sat, in deep conversation with the blonde dancer.

"...He seems really odd ever since he got back from...Can we help you?" the woman asked politely as she noticed Blaine approaching, tossing her hair behind her shoulder. As Blaine got closer to her he could now make out the fine details of her rather beautiful face. She had a lovely pair of brown eyes, plump lips and a large nose, which Blaine found rather cute. She raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow when Blaine didn't respond, causing him to blush.

"Um... Hi. Great show. I was wondering if you could tell me where I might find the...brunette male dancer. He's smaller than the others but he has...Um... Really pale skin and lovely eyes... green and blue..."Blaine babbled on and the woman gave a small smirk toward the blonde man, who now turned his attention to Blaine.

"And if we give you his whereabouts, do you plan to ravish him in sheets of silk?" the man asked and the woman hit him lightly, a small sound escaping her lips.

"Sam! Look, we don't give out personal details of the dancers to customers..." the woman began and Blaine raised his hands to silence her.

"I understand. Could you tell him Mr Mathews said it was nice meeting him, and that he's very glad he took the door to the right." Blaine nodded and the woman frowned.

"Um... okay" she nodded and Blaine thanked her once more before he hurried back to David and Wes who were standing by the exit, arms folded across their chests.

"All good?" David asked and Blaine nodded.

"Yup"

Rachel wondered back stage with Sam at her heels, her eyes scanning the room for Kurt. The moment she found him she bounded forward and gave him a small cough. He turned around and sighed.

"Yes Rachel?"

"A fine gentlemen told me to tell you that... A Mr Mathews I think it was, was very happy to meet you, and was glad he took the door to the right" Rachel smiled and Kurt shrugged.

"Sounds crazy to me" he muttered and Rachel sighed.

"Kurt, you know we can't get involved with the clients..."

"Rachel I know. Now go and make out with Finn or something" Kurt rolled his eyes and Rachel bounded off, missing the small smile that was now present on Kurt's lips.

The name Blaine Anderson would now be on his mind all night.

How he wished he would see those eyes again.