"No, no. Santana, no." Kurt protested.

"Oh, come on, Hummel. You're sixteen – live a little!"

"No. I won't do it."

"Don't you wanna meet someone nice? Settle down?"

"I'm sixteen, not forty." Kurt snapped.

"It'll be fun! Just give it a shot."

"No, it most certainly will not be fun. The only guys in there will be creepy and middle-aged."

Santana groaned and let her head fall forward, hitting the steering wheel. "But you don't know that! You've never even been in there!"

They were sat in the car, just outside Scandals. Kurt honestly didn't know why Santana had even thought this was a good idea. He'd never expressed the desire for a boyfriend. He didn't need anyone to settle down with. He didn't even want one!

"What if I stay right next to you? We don't even have to talk to anyone – just have a good time." Santana offered.

Kurt looked at her sceptically. "All night?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"All night." she confirmed.

Kurt sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine." he huffed.

They walked up to the door and showed the fake I.D.s that Santana had gotten them to the bouncer, who just nodded, not sparing them a second glance.

Once inside, Santana grabbed Kurt's arm and pulled him over to the bar. "I'll have a virgin Bloody Mary, and give me one of those fancy fruity drinks you have over there, for him." she told the bartender with ease, as though she'd done it a dozen times before (which, she probably had). When the bartender returned with their drinks, Santana handed the bright yellow one to Kurt. "Try this!" she yelled over the music.

He took a sip of he drink, making a face when it hit his tongue. "God, that' sweet!" he yelled before drinking more.

They sat in silence for a moment – Santana watching the other – female – bartender, Kurt merely observing. If he were being completely honest, it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Sure, there were a few creepy guy's, one dressed in a. . . was that a denim suit? But, still, some of these guys were pretty cute.

After finishing her drink, Santana looked at him and smirked. "Like what you see, Hummel?" she waved to the bartender. "Give me another mango!" she handed the drink to Kurt. "Let's go." she said before grabbing him by the arm again and dragging him to the dance floor.

Soon, he had finished his second drink, and was shamelessly dancing to the beat of a fast-paced hip-hop song. He swayed his hips and, admittedly, ground against a few other guys.

"Are you drunk, Hummel?" Santana had asked at one point, after he'd let a random guy lick and suck at his neck for at least three minutes.

"No. Jus' a little tipsy, tha's all." he'd answered. Santana just looked at him, an eyebrow raised, as if to say, "Sure,".

After a while, Santana got bored and want to the bar to talk to the girl she'd seen earlier, leaving Kurt by himself, though he couldn't care less at the moment.

"Hey there, sexy," Kurt felt the hands on his hips and the chest against his back before he heard him. "I've been watching you all night."

Kurt turned his head and nuzzled the guys neck, pushing his ass back towards the other mans hips. "Yeah?"

The man growled. "Yeah," he said before grinding his hips into Kurt. "Watching you with all those other guys – just wanted it to be me."

Kurt turned around, his eyes closed, and hooked his arms around the guys neck. When he opened his eyes, he gasped. Even in his drunken – tipsy – haze, this man was beautiful. His eyes were a beautiful hazel, a light brown with specks of green. His dark hair was styled perfectly, with just a bit of gel to tame the curls. And, to top it all off, he had scruff.

The man leaned down and began to kiss him, starting at his jaw, down to his collar bone, and back again. "Oh, god." Kurt moaned.

The man chuckled against his neck, and pulled back. "I'm Blaine." he said before moving back in.

God, even his name was perfect. "Kurt." Kurt said. He moved his hips forward and began rutting against Blaine's thigh, throwing his head back.

Blaine hummed against his neck before moving away once again. "God," he breathed. "You wanna get out of here?"

Kurt nodded frantically. "I would love to." he said before grabbing Blaine's hand and walking over to the bar where Santana was. . . watching them?

Before he even got all the way there, Santana nodded and yelled, "Get some, Hummel!"

Kurt nodded, breathless, before walking to the door, Blaine right behind him.