The Monday after Kurt’s birthday he and Blaine seemed to be avoiding each other. Blaine never came up to Kurt for his afternoon break with his usual cup of coffee. Kurt had received a text in the evening apologising, explaining he was too busy and didn’t get his break that day. Kurt wasn’t sure if he was relieved or not. On the one hand, he wasn’t sure what Blaine thought of the kiss and he wasn’t sure if things would be awkward for them. On the other, Kurt missed his best friend. He hadn’t had anyone to gossip with or complain about other people’s taste in fashion with. Kurt felt lonely without him.

On the Tuesday Blaine seemed to have mustered courage from somewhere and went to visit Kurt at his desk. The two acted as if Saturday had never happened, both choosing to talk about what was going on at work. Kurt noticed Blaine also avoided the topic of Jeremiah. But Kurt didn’t mention anything, he was just happy to have his best friend back.

“What do you think of the new guy? Greg, I think his name is?”
Blaine asked Kurt before taking a sip of his coffee.
“Other than the fact that he is positively gay? He seems nice I suppose.”
“Nice? Kurt, he’s so hot!”
Kurt had a shocked look on his face. “Blaine! Last time I checked you have a boyfriend!”
“Well that doesn’t mean I can’t look,” Blaine said with a wink. “Anyway, I was looking more for you. Maybe a possible boyfriend?”
Kurt looked up to Blaine with a slightly hurt look on his face. Kurt didn’t want a boyfriend. He wanted Blaine. The kiss had confirmed for Kurt that he wanted to be with Blaine. Kurt was in love with him, and he didn’t want to get with some guy he hardly knew just for the sake of having a boyfriend.
“Nice idea, but he’s not my…” He looked Blaine straight in the eyes. “Type.”
“Well then what is your type?” Kurt wanted to roll his eyes at how oblivious Blaine was being. “Come on, Kurt. Let me help you!”
“Blaine, I know you’re trying to be nice, but the thing is I don’t want a boyfriend right now.” I want you. “So if you wouldn’t mind letting me get back to my work.”

Blaine looked slightly hurt. He smiled at Kurt, but it wasn’t his usual 100 watt smile.
“Ok then. I’ll, um, talk to you later then.”
When Blaine walked away, Kurt’s head fell on his desk. This was going to be so awkward if Blaine kept trying to set Kurt up. Blaine really was the only one he wanted, but unfortunately he was taken at the moment. Kurt was just going to have to bide his time. He had already tried to get over Blaine once, and failed miserably. Maybe he would just wait and see how long this Jeremiah was going to stick around for.

Things went back to normal after that incident. Blaine didn’t mention anything about men to Kurt, which was just fine by him. They went back to their normal chats about gossip around the office, and how some of these people, who didn’t seem to know what style was, had managed to get a job in a fashion magazine.

Kurt checked his phone Thursday evening as he walked into his apartment. He saw a text from Blaine.
You + me, nightclub, saturday? :D
Kurt read and reread the text. Did that mean Blaine just wanted the two of them to go out and get drunk together? Well after what had happened last time, Kurt knew he couldn’t refuse, on the off chance he would get to kiss Blaine again.
Sure, I’d love to :) When and where?

Kurt spent most of Saturday preparing himself for going out that night. He wanted to look really good for Blaine, but he also didn’t want to look like he had put too much of an effort in. He called Rachel four times before he was happy with his choice in clothing. He hoped that Blaine would approve too. A knock on the door sent Kurt’s stomach twirling into knots and he grabbed his keys on the way out the door.

When Kurt and Blaine walked into the club, the music was already thumping. All they could see around them were people grinding and making out. Kurt felt a bit flushed. He took off his jacket and put it in the cloak room. Blaine followed him and then the two headed for the bar.
“I think we should get drunk and have some fun!” Blaine shouted in Kurt’s ear.
Kurt’s heartbeat doubled. He looked at Blaine with a wide-eyed expression.
“Ohmygod. No. No, not like that. I mean-“ Blaine looked sufficiently embarrassed. “Like I mean, you’re really hot and any guy would be lucky to be with you. But I have a boyfriend. And now I’ve made a fool of myself. Great.”
Kurt smiled in spite of himself. “You think I’m hot?”
Blaine looked at Kurt, still red. “Well yeah, someone would have to be blind not to find you hot. And now I sound like a creeper.”
“No, you don’t. It’s just…no one has ever called me hot before.”
Blaine looked at Kurt with a shocked look on his face. He couldn’t believe no one had ever called Kurt hot. Kurt was one of the hottest people he knew. Fuck, the skin tight jeans and fitted shirt he was wearing right now made him half hard and he wasn’t even drunk. No. He could not think
like this. He had a boyfriend.
“Kurt, you are one sexy bastard. And if it takes a few drinks to show you how sexy you are, well drinks are on me then!” Kurt smiled at Blaine, trying to conceal his blush.
“Bartender! Two shots of your finest tequila and two vodka and diet coke, please.” Blaine reached for his wallet. He turned to Kurt and winked. “That should start us off nicely.”

Two hours and five Sambucas later, both boys had had more drink than their bodies could handle, but that didn’t stop them from dancing. Kurt noticed that Blaine was very handsy when he was drunk. Not that Kurt minded, especially when Blaine started grinding into his hip. This was the most fun Kurt had had in a long time. He had missed his alone time with Blaine, and this was the best kind of alone time he could have asked for.
The club Blaine chose played great music, mostly the kind Kurt would have listened to in high school. He loved rocking out to all his favourite songs; Lady Gaga, Beyonc�, Katy Perry, and all the other songs he used to sing at glee club.
As Blaine finished singing the last notes of Teenage Dream into Kurt’s face,
Kurt’s heart leapt as he recognised the next song. “Oh my God, this is the best song.”

"Oh the clever
Things I should say to you
They got stuck somewhere
Stuck between me and you"

Kurt grabbed Blaine’s wrist and dragged him to the center of the dance floor. The place was so crowded that they were pushed flush against each other, not that either seemed to mind. Kurt wrapped one arm around Blaine’s neck and the other rested on Blaine’s arm. He began to sing the lyrics in a low voice, one which Blaine was not used to, but was most definitely a welcome change.

"Oh I'm nervous
I don't know what to do
Light a cigarette
I only smoke when I'm with you"

Blaine snaked his arms around Kurt’s waist and held him as close as he could. All he could think about was how sexy Kurt was right now. And how turned on he was getting. And how soon it was going to be incredibly difficult to hide how turned on he was getting.

"What the hell do I do this for?
You're just another guy
OK, you're kind of sexy
But you're not really special

But I won't mind
If you take me home
Come on, take me home"

Kurt winked at Blaine, before moving his hands to unbutton the first two buttons on Blaine’s shirt.

"I won't mind
if you take off all your clothes
Come on, take them off"

Blaine joined in the singing for the chorus. Their faces were mere inches apart as they sang the more than suggestive lyrics to each other. Kurt’s fingers tangled into Blaine’s hair as Blaine moved his hands to grab onto Kurt’s ass.

"'Cuz I like you so much better when you're naked
I like me so much better when you're naked
I like you so much better when you're naked
I like me so much better when you're naked. Yeah!"

Eventually the want and the need got too much as they both leaned in for a passionate kiss. Blaine tugged, trying to pull their bodies impossibly closer, neither caring about the public setting, both just needed each other. Kurt bit on Blaine’s lower lip, causing him to moan into Kurt’s mouth. This was the most erotic moment either of them had experienced. Grinding, in the middle of the dance floor, kissing open mouthed, tongues now dueling for dominance. Neither wanted it to end. Even when the song ended they couldn’t seem to stop.

That was, until Blaine’s conscience reminded him of his boyfriend. He pulled away, lips swollen, and looked at Kurt with an apologetic look in his eyes. Kurt knew immediately what the problem was. He untangled his hand from Blaine’s curly hair and grabbed his hand. They got their coats and left the club. During the short taxi-ride home, the two barely spoke.
“Clearly, the two of us shouldn’t be left alone when we’re drunk.” Kurt said, his head still feeling a little hazy from the copious amount of alcohol he had drunk.
Blaine laughed softly, unsure of what to say. This was the second time it had happened. He wasn’t sure if he could put the way he felt about Kurt down to alcohol. But he knew he couldn’t just break up with Jeremiah. He loved Jeremiah. He thought.

The short journey home had never felt as long to Blaine as it had in that moment.