“Where is this place?” Blaine asked, as he tried to keep up with Kurt's long-legged New York stride. 

Kurt was obviously excited, pulling on Blaine's hand, urging him along. “The next block, I think.” 

“So, you said it's like a choose-your-own-adventure type of thing? So Macbeth could end up not beheaded if I go through a different doorway?” 

Kurt sighed dramatically. “Way to spoil the ending! No, from what I've read, it follows the Macbeth story with film noir elements, but they aren't speaking the lines.” 

Blaine groaned. “What are you getting me into, here?” He was only half-joking. Kurt had always been more up on his Shakespeare and theatre.

“You'll be fine. We'll likely get split up and it will be fun to talk about our experiences later.”

Nodding, Blaine stood with Kurt around the crowd outside the building. “Remind me of the basic story of Macbeth. He's the one who lusts after his mother and sees his dead father's ghost, right?” 

Leaning over, Kurt gave him a quick kiss. “No, that's Hamlet. This one has witches foretelling that Macbeth will be king. Lady Macbeth is all for it, and convinces him to kill the king. Things get very bloody, lots of battles. Lady M goes a bit nuts. Macbeth gets it. It's really about ambition and murder and guilt.”

“Mmmmm sounds delightful.” Blaine snuggled up to Kurt, glad that the heat wave had ended and it was just a pleasant summer night. Kurt looked fantastic, in deep grey pants with a bit of a pinstripe, a teal dress shirt, and a tie that brought it all together. Even if this seemed like it might be a little out of Blaine's comfort zone, he loved being the one Kurt was sharing the experience with. It was great seeing the excitement in Kurt's expression as he bought their tickets. 

“OK, here's a playing card for you. When you've had enough, there's a restaurant on the roof-top. Just go hang out there, and have a drink. It's hard to say how long this will take.” Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand as they entered, giving his hand a squeeze. 

Pretty soon they were squished into a small room, and donning shiny hard white masks with a duckbill shape on the lower part of the face. Blaine almost made a comment to Kurt that he felt like he was a cross between the Phantom of the Opera and Scrooge McDuck, but he didn't want to spoil the mood by cracking jokes. It was live theatre, and the performers deserved his respectful attention, as he appreciated when he had performed.

Guided by the staff and following the other masked audience members, they found themselves on another floor of the building. It reminded Blaine a little of the movie Eyes Wide Shut, with masked people watching the performers who were so close, instead of being on a stage. Following Kurt through an empty doorway, they found themselves in a hospital area, with rows of empty white cots and old fashioned style medical tools, crosses above each bed. The amount of detail was amazing. 

Kurt touched Blaine's arm, pointing into a hallway and walked that way quickly. A pregnant woman in a floral dress was rushing by, and Kurt followed her. When Blaine caught up, he could see the woman emptying a suitcase and looking distressed. Kurt was soon tugging on Blaine's hand, and Blaine struggled to keep up as Kurt sprinted up a staircase. He must have seen something interesting to follow. 

On the next floor, there were a lot more masked people milling around, and Blaine lost Kurt amongst them. It was hard to find him, with so many small rooms on each floor, and the white masks obscuring their features. Blaine gave up soon, remembering that Kurt warned they would likely get separated. 

Wandering, following some of the spectators who seemed to know what they were doing, he found himself in an area full of trees. A nurse grabbed one of the masked people, pulling him into a small hut. Blaine found himself trying to peer through the cracks along with everyone else, trying to see what was going on. It was all so strange and wonderful. The room strangely did feel like being outside, with a cool breeze coming between the trees and the sound of crickets. Soon, he was swept along, the characters a blur of dance, and intense scenes. 

It was hard to judge time, as the play cycled several times each night, allowing people to watch different scenes if they wanted. When Blaine had the feeling of having enough, he went to the rooftop restaurant, and Kurt was already there. 

Jumping up, Kurt gave him a hug and drew him into the chair close to his, snuggling close in the cool evening air. “Wasn't that fantastic? My mind is still whirling, trying to fit the images and pieces together.” 

Blaine nodded, sliding his hand under the hem of Kurt's shirt to feel his bare skin along his lower back. A simple little caress with no big intent, but an intimate touch he loved being allowed to do. Kurt shivered under his hand, but not with cold. “I loved it, Kurt. Such an amazing experience! The energy of those performers, running up and down the stairs, all that dancing and intense emotions. I'm in awe of their talent.”

The waiter came, and Blaine ordered some wine and tapas for them to nibble on. As they talked, sharing their experiences, Kurt ran his hand distractingly along the inner seam of Blaine's pants, under the table. It was dark, with only candles flickering on the tables, small twinkling strings of lights and the city lights around them.

“I followed the boy witch for a little while. He was so beautiful and interesting.” 

Blaine leaned closer, nuzzling against the side of Kurt's neck to kiss below his ear. He whispered softly, “So, you spent the evening following an attractive man around.” 

Kurt laughed, and Blaine smiled against his skin, loving hearing the sound. “Well, there was a fair bit of nudity and simulated sex going on. I was playing the odds.” 

The waiter came with their food, and Kurt grabbed one of the mini tarts, looking down at Blaine. “Open up, you need to try one of these brie tarts.” 

Obediently, Blaine opened up, and took a gentle bite into the pastry. Kurt popped the other half into his mouth, his eyes mischievous. 

“Mmmm tasty. More please.” Blaine smiled up at Kurt, licking his lips slowly.

Kurt picked up something, rubbing it along Blaine's lower lip. He opened up and nibbled it from Kurt's fingers. It was a warm date, wrapped with bacon. Sweet, salty and delicious. 

Returning the favor, Blaine fed Kurt one, his breath hitching when Kurt's small teeth grazed over his fingertips. Kurt's quiet moan was accompanied by a half-hooded gaze of his eyes. Blaine's hand tightened against Kurt's skin, still just above the waistband on his back. 

Next, Kurt gave him some olives and then some almonds. Blaine closed his eyes, letting Kurt surprise him with each new taste. Somehow, taking each morsel from Kurt's fingers made it so sensual, and Blaine savored the flavors. 

Kurt kissed his lips lightly. “You look quite content for me to feed you. Perhaps I should get some peeled grapes.” 

“Yes, I should definitely have all my meals this way from now on. I can't go back to the old way. You've spoiled me forever.” Blaine moved closer, pulling Kurt to his side. Sometimes, it felt like he couldn't get close enough. Usually, touching their legs together under the table, thigh against thigh, was enough in public. 

Kurt smiled, his eyes soft, his expression so intimate. Blaine couldn't believe that some people found Kurt cool and distant. They didn't realize Kurt's shyness and lack of self-confidence at times made him retreat behind a cool, detached expression. It would even become the classic bitch face, if needed. But to those who he knew and really trusted, his walls came down, his eyes so expressive. 

Blaine bit his lip, feeling the urge to talk about forbidden topics. But he didn't want to chase the mood away by saying too much. Confessing feelings that Kurt wasn't ready to hear. In the past month, there had been so many times he had wanted to mention plans for the future, or blurt out his feelings. But Kurt had been so weird about it back at the Hamptons, so insistent about only being in the present, having fun. 

Soon, the wine and food was gone. Kurt looked to Blaine with an arched eyebrow. “Should we get dessert to go? I hear they have a divine chocolate mousse.”

Blaine nodded eagerly, images of licking it off Kurt's pale skin suddenly flashing through his mind. “Sounds like a great idea.” 

In bed, every touch, every kiss was a way Blaine to show how much he cared. How much he treasured this time with Kurt. Somehow, they always seemed like stolen moments to Blaine, and they could vanish at any time. So he savored every second. 

Within a few minutes, they were making out in the back of a taxi, speeding back to their apartment, with a take out bag of chocolate mousse clutched tightly in Blaine's hand.

***

“Please drink some of this. It's so huge!” Blaine pushed the big glass towards Kurt, laughing.

Kurt pulled it closer, taking a long sip of the margarita. It was the perfect combination of sweet and tangy with lime, with a heavy kick of tequila. The perfect drink for a hot day. 

They were sitting in an outdoor patio, under a big umbrella, watching the crowds walk by. For dinner, they had indulged in some tasty soft tacos, full of grilled chicken, avocado and fresh salsa. 

“Are you trying to get me drunk so you can have your wicked way with me?” Kurt smiled at Blaine, as he took another sip from the glass. 

Blaine chuckled. “Yup. So drink up, my pretty.”

Kurt looked pleased at the compliment, and took another sip before pushing the glass back to Blaine. “That is one strong cocktail, senor.”

Blaine finished the last couple sips, and stood up. “Shall we go, my good man?”, holding out his hand towards Kurt with flourish. 

Kurt placed his hand in Blaine's, letting him pull him to standing, so they were quite close. Kurt didn't resist giving Blaine a little kiss, surprising Blaine since he wasn't usually into much PDA. “So, what else do you have planned for this lovely summer night?” 

Pulling Kurt's hand along, Blaine set off down the street. “It's not far from here.”

“Mr. Anderson, you didn't answer my question.” Kurt chuckled, but loving that Blaine had planned everything tonight, and wanted to surprise Kurt. 

Blaine just smiled, and stroked his thumb against the back of Kurt's. Even that little touch sent sparks of awareness along Kurt's skin. 

A couple blocks later, the crowd was getting thicker, and latin music was starting to get louder. Turning a corner, there was a whole crowd out on the street, dancing. 

“Blaine, what is this?” Kurt looked around, charmed by the view of so many people dancing to the latin beat. 

Putting his arm around Kurt's waist, he pulled him close. “It's hard to get a real Fame experience, but this comes pretty close, I think. People dancing together on the streets of New York. They call it Sunset Salsa.”

Kurt smiled, looking around with awe at New Yorkers of all ages shaking their hips to the beat. This was great. 

There was an instructor going over the steps, and Blaine pulled Kurt closer so they could see her better. “Forward left, now back with the right…. 1, 2 ,3 ….5, 6 ,7…”

The huge margarita was both a help and a hindrance. It made them both uninhibited enough to jump in and try the steps, but it didn't really help with picking up the moves very well, resulting in both of them laughing a lot as they screwed up. 

The lesson part of the evening ended, and the music was turned up even louder, and everyone was just dancing everywhere. There was a wonderful energy to it, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. 

Kurt picked it up a little faster than Blaine, with all the dance training he'd had. “Blaine, how about you stand behind me, hold onto my hips, and follow my steps? We'll take it slow.” 

“Mmmmm, I love your hips.” Blaine grabbed hold, and laughed as Kurt wiggled his hips in his grasp. 

They fell into step, and after a song, Kurt turned around and draped his hands on Blaine's shoulders, facing him. Other dancers around them were doing more elaborate steps, but just doing the basic steps together, more or less following the beat, made them both smile in satisfaction. 

Blaine leaned forward. “I'm going to go find a washroom. Be back soon, OK?” 

Kurt gave him a little kiss. “OK, see you in a bit.” 

Looking around, Kurt noticed that there were a lot of people dancing on their own, so he didn't feel strange dancing solo. It was a great, welcoming crowd, with such a different feeling from the meat market in the clubs. 

Blaine was working his way back, and paused, looking for Kurt in the crowd. Spotting him, he took a minute to admire him from the distance. Wearing a grey short sleeve t-shirt, a medium blue fitted vest, and black skinny jeans, Kurt looked attractive as ever. The latin moves suited Kurt well, as he'd always been so good with his hips. Blaine found his face was even more attractive now than back in high school. His features were more chiseled now, his cheekbones more prominent. 

He was gorgeous and Blaine felt so lucky that he'd be taking him home tonight. 

But as he watched Kurt, he noticed a tall man move up behind him, grabbing his hips and dancing behind Kurt. 

Kurt was lost in the music, really getting into the rhythm. He felt hands on his hips, and assumed it was Blaine. Putting his hands over the hands on his hips, he playfully let his hips movements be more exaggerated. 

Blaine didn't even realize that he'd moved through the crowd, but he was just there, right in front of Kurt, in seconds. Grabbing Kurt's arm, he pulled Kurt to his side. Kurt's expression was of complete surprise, and turned to look at the other man. He was about six feet tall, with short black hair and dark eyes, and quite attractive. 

Kurt's head whipped back to Blaine, and he was shocked to find Blaine's eyes locked with the other man's, a challenging stare, intense, possessive. It was fucking hot. 

After many heartbeats, the other guy shrugged and turned away, soon lost in the crowd.

Blaine looked at Kurt then, his eyes still dark and intense, and he grabbed the back of Kurt's head, pulling him in for a hot, hard kiss that had Kurt gasping.

“We are going home. Now.” Blaine growled. 

Kurt nodded, and followed when Blaine grabbed his hand and pulled him through the crowd.

Blaine stopped, pulled open a door, pulling Kurt through with him. It was a pub, about half full. Blaine continued, pulling Kurt him down the hallway at the back. 

Kurt's eyes widened when Blaine opened the door to the men's washroom, and pulled Kurt inside. Closing the door, he clicked the lock into place and pushed Kurt against the door. His kisses were hard, hungry and barely gave Kurt a chance to catch his breath. Blaine's hands were on Kurt's hips, pulling them close to his. 

After a couple dizzying minutes, Blaine's hands went down to urge Kurt's thighs upwards, until he wrapped his legs around Blaine's waist. Turning, Blaine took a couple steps, and sat Kurt on the edge of the counter, continuing the onslaught on Kurt's mouth.

Blaine's mouth moved down to Kurt's neck, kissing and sucking on the skin there. Kurts's hands were digging into Blaine's curls, and he was moaning at the sensation of Blaine's mouth. 

Blaine's hands went to Kurt's fly, pushing the fabric out of the way. Kurt's moans increased, as Blaine began stroking Kurt, his cock already hard and the head wet with precum. 

Blaine stroked fast, bringing Kurt right to the edge. “You like that, don't you, baby?” He whispered, his voice harsh, his mouth next to Kurt's ear. 

“Yes, yes, yes….” Kurt moaned, rocking his hips up with Blaine's strokes. 

“And who do you belong to?” 

Kurt gasped at the question. “Fuck, Blaine… you… you…” 

“That's right, Kurt. You are mine.” 

Kurt groaned at Blaine's words, and the way he bit into Kurt's neck hard. 

“Whose cock is this, Kurt?” Blaine hand circled over the tip of Kurt's cock, making Kurt shudder.

“Yours, Blaine…. Only yours….” Kurt gasped, and he couldn't hold back, shaking against Blaine as he came. 

Kurt was still panting as Blaine grabbed a couple paper towels to clean things up, and zipped up Kurt's pants. Helping Kurt off the counter, Blaine gave Kurt a light kiss and hugged him quickly. 

“We better get going, OK?” Blaine's voice was softer now.

Kurt nodded. 

They were able to leave the pub without getting any funny looks, much to Blaine's relief. After a quick cab ride home, they were home and in bed fairly fast. 

Blaine fell asleep, but thoughts swirled around Kurt's head. 

Blaine acting possessive, and Kurt finding it hot. Exciting. Telling Blaine that he was his.  Was that all just the heat of the moment, or was that something real? 

***

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A/N:

Weekend Bonus!  Because you have been such great readers & supporters...  Ill be posting 2 chapters each night for the next three days.  This fic will be fully posted by Sunday night.  :D

***Sleep No More. MacBeth play, in promenade/environmental theatre style. I am going to check this out for sure next time Im in NYC. A two minute video to give you a glimpse is here.

***Sunset Salsa, NYC. A clip from 2016 is here.