"Whoah!" Damien reached out to grab the person who was stumbling into him only to realize that it was Blaine. The guy looked like he was about to pass out, and Damien wrapped an arm around his shoulders and hurriedly elbowed people out of the way to get him to the nearest quiet place he could find, which turned out to be a worn couch in the garage off the kitchen that everyone seemed to have decided wasn't good enough for them. "Okay, hey, take a deep breath." Damien had gotten himself a water after realizing he was a little too far on his way to drunk than he liked and shoved it into Blaine's hand instead. "Drink." Once both orders had been followed, Damien searched Blaine's face. "What happened? Do you feel sick?"

Sick? Yes, Blaine felt ill. He was almost doubled over from the emotional pain of finding Kurt and Finn together again. Enormous tears streaked his face as he turned away from Damien, not wanting the other boy to see him in such a vulnerable state. "It's Kurt," Blaine could barely get the words out, "he and Finn... they were-" He broke off, choking on a deep-throated sob. Without thinking he tumbled forward into Damien's arms, burying his face in his ex's shoulder.

Damien was struck dumb for a moment, but the condition of silence never persisted long for him. "Fuck," he muttered. He'd thought that Finn was suitably distracted by Ryan. Then again, Ryan had the attention span of a gnat. He might've run off with somebody else five minutes after he and Finn started talking. //Wouldn't exactly put it past him. Fuck.// His arms rose to wrap protectively around Blaine, and Damien had to bite his lip to keep from making a sound as he relished the contact. It was fucked up to be getting excited when Blaine was sobbing his heart out. Definitely fucked up. Unfortunately that realization didn't make it any easier to stop himself from breathing in the scent of Blaine's shampoo mingled with the slightly musty odor of the costume.

"I'm sorry. I... god, I can't believe anybody'd be that stupid." Didn't Kurt realize how lucky he was? "If he'd do that do you, he's a fucking idiot," Damien pronounced as he absently rubbed circles on Blaine's back through the thick fabric. "Maybe... maybe he wasn't a good fit anyway. This isn't you, man. The hair and the skinny jeans..." When Damien had first met the young man, he'd had wild, curly hair and when not in his Dalton uniform always seemed to prefer comfy jeans and a t-shirt to button downs and bow ties. The boy that Damien saw with Kurt was someone else altogether, and he wasn't sure himself which was the real Blaine. "Maybe it... it wasn't supposed to go like this."

No, it was never meant to be like this, of that Blaine was absolutely certain. How could things go wrong so quickly? He wanted to protest against Damien's assertion, tell him that he and Kurt deeply loved each other, that they were meant to be together and... Another shuddering sob and Blaine couldn't bring himself to believe in anything when his boyfriend was in another room making out with Finn. "How could he do this? How?" he cried, desperate for an answer. "Everything was settled..." Clinging to Damien, he wrapped his arms tighter around the other boy afraid that if he let go he might drown in the crushing sorrow threatening to envelop him.

"I don't know," Damien answered softly. He wasn't given to being the nice guy. It was an unfamiliar, awkward mantle to shoulder, but there was no way he was going to leave Blaine twisting in the wind either. He put a hand to the back of Blaine's neck and held him close. "I'm sorry he did this, I'm sorry that..." He was most sorry that Blaine had ever been in a position to go out with Kurt to start with, but that didn't really sound like the right thing to say. His control over his smart mouth was tenuous but still strong enough that he recognize the stupidity of being a jerkoff to the person he most wanted to make happy. Damien scooted a little closer on the couch and then drew back, wiping some of the tears away and feeling his heart break at the utterly lost look on Blaine's face. Even lost and sad and alone, he was beautiful. Before he knew quite what he was doing, Damien leaned in and brushed his lips tentatively against Blaine's.

Damien's impulsive kiss should not have taken Blaine by surprise, but it did. Somehow he had always known that if given half a chance Damien would try... something. Blaine just never expected it to be here and now and under these circumstances. Maybe it was the alcohol raging through his system, or the heartbreak of Kurt's betrayal or a combination of both, but Blaine quickly found himself giving in and returning Damien's kiss. He reached up and clasped the back of the other boy's head, needing the comfort Damien was offering him before he fell completely apart.

He most definitely shouldn't have done it. None of it. The kiss was stupid. Holding Blaine was stupid. The whole thing was, from start to finish, a big ball of bad idea. And he wouldn't have changed a thing. Damien held the other boy's face in his hands and tried to forget that Blaine was only kissing him because his heart had been broken by someone else. He wanted to believe just for a few minutes that they could backtrack and fix things, that he could somehow show Blaine that he'd made the wrong decision walking away. Kurt didn't need him. He'd been willing to throw it all away. It wasn't fair that Blaine was probably still thinking about him anyway. When they both paused to take a break, he met Blaine's gaze and swallowed hard. "I never stopped needing you."

The last thing Blaine wanted to hear were heartfelt words of affection. He'd had enough of that with Kurt and, apparently, it had meant nothing. "Shh, you don't have to say anything," he whispered, his voice thick and cracking with emotion. "Just kiss me, alright? Kiss me..." Aching for more contact, Blaine's trembling lips were seeking out Damian's again. His senses dulled by the spiked punch, he was still shockingly aware of how warm and soft and inviting Damien's mouth was. He openly embraced the other boy now, shifting closer as if he might climb into Damien's lap at any moment.

Damien hated himself for having spoken at all and reminded himself not to do it again. There wasn't any point and they both knew it. It would just mess up the only thing he could have from Blaine. He pushed forward instead and let his free hand fumble for the brass buttons on the uniform. "Warm in here," he mumbled as an excuse while carefully picking them open. Maybe an undershirt was the best he could do, but that was sure as hell a start. If there was any chance that it wouldn't break the spell, Damien would have suggested they find a bedroom somewhere instead of making out on the worn couch. //Better than nothing,// he assured himself as the jacket finally opened.

Blaine gasped and almost prevented Damien from going any further. No matter what had happened, what he had seen, he still loved Kurt. Only the memory of Finn and Kurt clawing feverishly at each other made him accept Damien's advances. He didn't care anymore. If Damien wanted him so much, then he was willing to give in. After all, what was he saving himself for? "Yeah... it is," he agreed, barely able to speak. Taking hold of Damien's hand, he pressed it into the folds of his now open jacket. He visibly shivered at the heated touch and found himself wanting more. His gaze blurred with tears and alcohol, Blaine could barely make out Damien’s features even as he leaned in to kiss him again.

The warning siren saying that the whole thing was WRONG went off in the back of Damien's head again, but he couldn't stop himself. He had one shot. Maybe it wasn't perfect or right and maybe Blaine wouldn't even fucking remember it, but it was something. He hurriedly shoved the jacket off and let his hands wander under the edge of the crisp white t-shirt that Blaine wore. The feeling of the other boy's hot skin was enough to draw a low groan from him. He leaned back into the couch and drew Blaine along, wanting him closer, wanting every last bit of closeness he could get before Blaine changed his mind again.

Unresisting Blaine pressed forward, gasping and moaning as Damien's hands wandered over his chest. He'd almost forgotten how potent the other boy's touch could be. The intensity of their kisses ratcheted up a notch, scorching Blaine's mouth as he parted his lips and willingly invited Damien inside. If he could lose himself in this moment, if Damien could take away the hurt shredding his heart into pieces, then Blaine had no intention of stopping. He writhed against Damien, detecting the insistent throb of his former boyfriend's hardness. //Oh...// A brief moment of clarity, and Blaine questioned his actions only to be quickly reminded of what Kurt was doing in the other room. His doubts vanishing, he reached down and cupped the hefty bulge between Damien's legs.

Damien gasped and broke their kiss to try and catch his breath. All it took was a single touch and he was all but ready to lose it. "Blaine... fuck..." He decided to turn the tables for a moment and shoved the other teen back against the arm of the couch. Before Blaine could protest, Damien began working the olive slacks Blaine wore open and reached a hand in to cup his growing hardness. "Lemme taste you," he whispered, not really waiting for confirmation before he bent over to do just that. He couldn't count the number of times he'd fantasized about doing exactly what he was doing now, lips parting to take the other boy's cock into his mouth. He'd missed everything about Blaine, not least how good he tasted, how sexy it sounded when he moaned.

Blaine nearly crawled off the sofa when Damien's warm, wet mouth closed around his cock. It felt good - sinfully good - and he could barely stand the pleasure coursing through his body. His breath came out in harsh, frantic pants, and he clawed at one armrest in an attempt to ground himself. Sweat broke out across his forehead, trailing down his face and mingling with dried tears. Damien swallowed him deep, glistening lips stretched around his thick girth in a way that was both obscene and erotic. Both his head and mouth dropped, and Blaine moaned low and deep in his chest as he surrendered to the pleasure Damien offered him.

The sound was absolute bliss as far as Damien was concerned. He refused to let himself so much as close his eyes lest he miss a moment of watching Blaine. It could be the last time he ever got the chance. Damien wasn't so stupid or naive as to think that what was happening between them changed anything. It probably made things worse, but they'd deal with that later.

Completely unaware that someone was watching from the doorway, Blaine closed his fluttering eyelids and gave himself over to the wondrous pleasure of Damien's mouth. He groaned helplessly, one hand clawing at the worn sofa arm while the other found its way to the other boy's head. His whole body sang with ecstasy, drowning out the pain and almost making it bearable. Blaine's hips churned while his cock continued to swell and, in his drunken state, it was deceptively easy to imagine it was Kurt nestled between his thighs.

Equally unaware that they'd had an audience, Damien sucked for all he was worth. It was obvious enough that Blaine was losing himself to the moment, and he was grateful for that. They could enjoy one another for a few minutes even if a few minutes was all they ended up having. His hand closed around the base of Blaine's cock and stroked in time with the movements of his mouth. The bobbing of his head was surprisingly coordinated considering the alcohol still buzzing through his system.

Blaine swore beneath his breath, which was quite a feat considering he could barely think let alone speak. Damien's mouth was talented beyond belief, and the addition of his caressing touch pushed Blaine ever closer to climax. In seconds he was churning his hips wildly and moaning again, unable to control himself. His body nearly rose up off the sofa as a whirlwind of coming suddenly wrenched him apart. He cried out, straining and convulsing, shuddering violently as the pleasurable spasms ripped through him.

It felt better than he knew how to express to see that he could still have that effect on Blaine. Damien didn't even try to still the other boy's hips, just keep up with him. When Blaine finally stilled, he drew back and shifted to sit next to the other teen on the couch. He was half afraid that the spell would be broken by the release of tension, but he leaned in and kissed Blaine's neck anyway. "Will you touch me?" He took one of the other boy's hands and drew it over to his thigh, breath catching in his throat at the touch even through fabric.

Reeling from the high of his explosive orgasm, Blaine eyes whirled at he nodded and gazed at Damien. He could feel the other boy's arousal throbbing insistently beneath his palm. Hard, aching, and straining against the tight fabric. Blaine swallowed, his heart still racing. How could he turn Damien down when he needed to lose himself so much? "Yes," he rasped, unbuttoning and unzipping Damien's pants. He leaned in for another kiss, groaning as he tasted the evidence of his own release on those swollen lips. Damien's cock fairly leapt into his grasp, and Blaine began to languidly stroke his ex while their tongues tangled.

It was perfect. At least as perfect as he could hope for or expect. Maybe he was just a temporary surrogate until Blaine could get Kurt back again, but he couldn't bring himself to care when it felt so damn good. The young man's hips moved of their own volition as Blaine took him in hand. Once upon a time they'd been well on their way to knowing one another's bodies very well. Whether Blaine had intentionally remembered any of it or not, his fingers knew their way around. A little shifting and Damien climbed into the other boy's lap. He needed to be closer, to be as close as possible, to feel Blaine pressed against him since that turned him on every bit as much as the more intimate contact.

Blaine's free arm snaked around Damien's back for support, welcoming the other boy into position. If he had been sober, would he have wanted this to continue so desperately? After what Blaine had witnessed, he realized with a shock that the answer was a resounding yes. Whatever problems he and Damien might have had, Blaine had never once caught his ex in the arms of another. The hurt resurfacing anew, he pressed his lips to Damien's throat, pressing fervent kisses to the sensitive flesh while his hand stroked that raging hard length from base to tip and back again.

Damien let out a sound that was close to a sob as he finally reached the pinnacle. He'd never expected to feel the rush of having Blaine's attention again, and it was almost too much. His cock pulsed in the other boy's grasp, and he continued moving in time with Blaine's hand until it really was too much and he all but collapsed against the other boy. "God, Blaine... fuck..." Romantic it wasn't, but the reaction was honest, and Damien drew back to kiss Blaine in a way that expressed his feelings far more eloquently.

Blaine's breath was stolen away again by Damien's scorching kiss. His hand glistened with the other teen's passion, and that rigid length continued to twitch in his grasp long after it was spent. Being with Damien had ultimately accomplished very little in dulling Blaine's devastation over finding Kurt and Finn together. His heart ached, and he felt as if his very soul had been torn out. Eyes stinging with fresh tears, he gasped against Damien's mouth, "Can I... have another... drink?"

"Let's find a place to crash for the night and I'll snag us a bottle," Damien offered, managing to steel his voice against any hint of the sadness he felt at the words. Of course it was just the booze talking. He knew that. He did. He drew away and quickly made himself presentable before helping Blaine do the same. Heedless of anyone seeing them, he took the other teen's hand simply for fear that Blaine wouldn't be able to stay on his feet otherwise. On the way to the stairs, he grabbed a bottle of spiced rum from one of the counters and ignored the stares of some of the other party-goers before beelining for the upstairs and the guest rooms it held. It took a few tries to find one that wasn't occupied, but once they did, Damien dragged Blaine inside and slammed the door shut after them. "You can drive home tomorrow," he said firmly before allowing the other teen to take the bottle from his grasp.