When Blaine woke in the morning he could feel the smooth surface of Kurt's naked back pressed up against his bare chest, he could feel the thrum of Kurt's heart beating softly under his fingertips, he could feel his boyfriend's cold toes pressing up against his calf, he could feel the unclothed flesh of Kurt's thigh as one of his hands absently caressed it, but Blaine could also feel the pounding in his head, the nauseating churning of his stomach and the dry burn in his throat.

Blaine groaned into Kurt's soft hair as his stomach twisted painfully, he tightened one arm around Kurt's chest as the other moved away from his boyfriends thigh and clutched at his own stomach.

"Don't you dare throw up in my bed," a soft warning rang in his ears.

Blaine groaned again, "to loud," he whimpered.

Blaine shut his eyes tightly, he felt the bed shift and Kurt turn on his arm and when he opened his eyes again he was looking into bright, blue pieces of sky.

"I told you so," Kurt said, placing a kiss on Blaine's nose.

The smell of Kurt's toothpaste was still on his breath from last night and as Blaine breathed in, his stomach lurched. He quickly shot up out of bed, stumbled to Kurt's bathroom door and slammed it closed behind him.

Kurt immediately got out of bed and followed his boyfriend to the bathroom. Pushing the door open slowly he was greeted by the sight of his naked lover, hunched over the toilet bowl heaving up his dinner from last night.

"Shit baby," Kurt said crouching down next to Blaine rubbing small circles on his back as his boyfriend continued to heave.

"Go," Blaine rasped into the bowl, "I don't want you to see this."

Kurt chuckled softly and placed a soft kiss on Blaine's bare shoulder, "I've seen you worse than this," Kurt said reaching out for the hand towel on the silver railing, "do you remember that time when we were twelve and you ate those bad eggs and got food poisoning?" Kurt asked as he stood up and ran the towel under cold water, wringing it out into the sink.

"Oh god," Blaine gasped at the memory and emptied more of his stomach contents into the toilet.

"Oh honey, I'm sorry," Kurt said getting back down and pressing the damp cloth the back of Blaine's neck, trying to soothe his boyfriend as he continued to heave.

Blaine coughed and spat a few times before he lifted his head up out of the bowl; he then grabbed a wad of toilet paper to wipe his mouth with and then flushed it all down the toilet.

"Better?" Kurt asked, moving the cloth to Blaine's sweaty forehead and wiping it clean.

"A little," Blaine rasped shrugging his shoulders as he leaned into the touch, "what do you mean 'I told you so'?".

"Well, I did tell you not to drink anymore," Kurt said pointedly.

"You did… I don't remember that," he said softly.

"Of course you don't, you were wasted."

"When did you say it?" Blaine asked looking puzzled.

"After we had sex in Rachel's bathroom, we got-"

"Wait we had sex in Rachel's bathroom?" Blaine asked suddenly looking at Kurt in disbelief.

"Yeah… don't you remember?" Kurt asked looking a little hurt.

"No I don't… kidding! Of course I remember it was so hot," he stated and Kurt smacked his arm, "ouch, I'm sick and you're being mean!"

"You're hung-over not sick, there's a difference, and don't be an asshole and I won't hit you," Kurt said angrily, "as I was saying," he continued, "we had sex in her bathroom, and when we re-joined the party Puck said he wanted to do shots, and you being the adorable idiot that you are, agreed with him even though I warned you against it."

"Shit," Blaine groaned, "I should listen to you more often."

"Yeah you should, do you know how hard it was for me to sneak you into the house when you insisted on singing Raise Your Glass, at the top of your lungs?" Kurt asked standing up and offering Blaine a hand, "I had to practically gag you so you would shut up," he said throwing the used towel in his hamper.

"You did?" Blaine asked looking slightly ashamed as Kurt pulled out a small glass cup from one of the bathroom cabinets and searched in one of his vanity draws.

"Yep, and when I finally got you up into my room- because there was no way I was going to send you home 'cause your parents would have killed the both of us, you started stripping us naked and forced us into having a shower together," he said handing Blaine two Tylenol and a glass of water.

"Sorry," Blaine said swallowing the tablets.

"That's not even the worse part," Kurt said taking the empty glass back and putting it on his sink, "when we were done in the shower, I thought it would have sobered you up, but it didn't, it seemed to have the opposite effect," he said and Blaine groaned as they walked back into Kurt's bedroom, "you started jumping up and down on my bed like a five year old!"

"Shit, I'm sorry baby," Blaine said catching Kurt around the waist.

"Yeah? Well sorry won't make up for the fact that you grabbed myextremely expensive moisturising lotion and you tried to lube your-"

"I don't want to know," Blaine said suddenly hiding his face in Kurt's shoulder, "I'm sorry, I know I'm bad when I've had too much to drink, but I promise you that I won't drink anything tonight."

"That's if I still want to go with you," Kurt teased and Blaine tilted his head up to lean in for a kiss.

"Oh no you don't mister, go brush those teeth before you kiss me," he said pulling away from Blaine.

"What? C'mon."

"Nope, go brush them," Kurt scolded him, "or you won't get anything for a very long-"

"okay fine I'm going," Blaine sighed, and spun on his heel to head to the bathroom, "oh, bad idea," he said dazed as the room spun around him, "Kurt?" he called as he tumbled forward.

Kurt raced over to Blaine and grabbed him around the waist, "you are not drinking a single thing tonight," Kurt said.

"Amen," Blaine whispered as he leant back into Kurt's embrace.

"Are you going to be okay to go to school?" Kurt asked, wiping Blaine's curls out of his eyes.

"Yeah," Blaine said, "as long as you're standing behind me naked in all my classes I'll be great," he smirked.

"Uh yeah, no," Kurt said unwrapping Blaine from his arms and pushing him in the direction of the bathroom.

"Fine," Blaine groaned, "but if I pass out in the middle of the day then you'll be the dateless one tonight."

"Just go brush your teeth," Kurt said walking to his closet, opening the doors and rummaging through both his and Blaine's clothes that had accumulated there over the years.

"Fine th'm be mean'd to me," Kurt heard Blaine mumble with his mouth full of toothpaste from the bathroom.

"Hush," Kurt said picking out his and Blaine's clothes for school and mentally constructing outfits for tonight.

"Done!" Blaine exclaimed loudly, wiping his mouth on his wrist.

"Gross, and be quiet," Kurt hushed him.

"Oops, sorry baby," Blaine said making a lip-zipping action across his mouth as he moved towards Kurt.

Kurt snorted softly as he leant in for a kiss from his adorable boyfriend. Blaine snaked his hand up into Kurt's hair and tangled his fingers in the soft locks. Kurt moaned into the kiss, enjoying the way their lips moulded together perfectly and the minty taste of his toothpaste in Blaine's mouth.

"Hmm, somebody's getting excited," Blaine smirked at Kurt.

"What!" Kurt said defensively, not even bothering to cover up his new erection, "its morning and I have my naked boyfriend in front of me."

"That is a very good point," Blaine said moving in closer, laying a hand on Kurt's hip gently stroking the bare skin with his thumb, "maybe we should just stay at home and take advantage of our current situation," he suggested.

"Blaine don't," Kurt gasped when Blaine's hand moved to his half hard cock.

"Don't what?" Blaine asked innocently.

"We have to go to school," Kurt breathed, his head falling to Blaine's shoulder as Blaine began to stoke Kurt firmly.

"No we don't," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear, "we can stay here all day with the house to ourselves," he said.

"No," Kurt gasped, "We need school," he said biting down on Blaine's shoulder.

"Okay fine, we'll go to school but I remember a promise I made to you on Sunday morning," Blaine said, "Do you remember it?"

"I c-can't-"

"I promised that I would never tease you and not suck you off ever again," he said dropping to his knees.

"Blaine!" Kurt gasped, his fingers tangling in his boyfriends hair.

"Shhh… relax," Blaine said licking from the base of Kurt's cock up to the very tip. Kurt moaned pulled on Blaine's curls, Blaine slipped his lips over the tip of Kurt's cock and settle his hands on the back of Kurt's bare thighs pulling him closer.

"Yes," Kurt gasped as Blaine ran his tongue across the vein in Kurt's cock, slowly engulfing him more and more.

Blaine moved a hand up to grip the base of Kurt's dick and he felt Kurt hit the back of his throat, Blaine had just began to swallow around Kurt, remembering to breathe through his nose when a sharp knock echoed through the room.

Kurt was shocked out of his ecstasy and he jerked his hips forward, causing Blaine to gasp and start chocking. Tumbling backwards and landing on his ass Blaine hunched over and tried to regain his breath.

"Sorry baby," Kurt said leaning down to pat him on the back.

"Who is it?" Blaine rasped.

"I'll go see," Kurt said and he hurried over to the door.

Kurt cracked the door open so he could only just make out Finn's tall figure he hissed, "What do you want?"

"It's nearly time to leave for school and I just came to see if Blaine was okay after last night," Finn said looking slightly wounded at Kurt's harsh tone.

"Sorry," Kurt sighed still keeping the door in its position, "yeah he's fine thanks for checking in," he said.

"No problem," Finn smiled.

Kurt waited for him to disappear before he shut the door and returned to his boyfriend, but Blaine had already gotten up and was now wearing a pair of his jeans.

"Sorry," Blaine said pulling a shirt over his head, "but Finn is such a boner killer," he said looking down at Kurt's limp member.

"Tell me about it," Kurt groaned and walked over to his own neatly laid out clothes and dressed himself, "your shoes from last night are over there," Kurt said pointing to his door where Blaine's black converse were sitting.

"Thanks babe," Blaine said and he kissed Kurt on the cheek before going to put his shoes on.

When they were both fully dressed Kurt grabbed his messenger bag and took his phone off of the charger.

"Umm Kurt?" Blaine said standing near the door looking confused.

"What's wrong honey?" Kurt asked his boyfriend.

"Do you know where my car is?"

"Yeah I do," Kurt said remembering the events from last night, "I drove your car here last night and Finn used my navigator to take everybody else home and he left his car at Rachel's," Kurt explained slowly.

"oh good," Blaine sighed, "we already have enough trouble sneaking around at school as it is, there is no way we could have driven there together and gone unnoticed."

"Yeah," Kurt frowned, "I hate hiding."

"Me too, baby, me too," Blaine said softly walking over to engulf Kurt in a warm hug.

Kurt tightened his arms around Blaine's shoulders and buried his face into Blaine's neck, inhaling his boyfriends scent. They stayed that way until, Finn knocked on their door again; when they broke apart Blaine quickly ducked his head so Kurt wouldn't see the unshed tears in his eyes.

"Okay, let's go," Kurt said turning and opening the door as Blaine hastily scrubbed at his face.

"Sure," Blaine said smiling as he followed his boyfriend out of the room.

"Anderson!"

"What's up Azimio?" Blaine asked the sweaty footballer.

"Do you wanna come over tonight?" Azimio asked walking to his locker across from Blaine's, in search of fresh clothes.

"Oh nah man, I can't," Blaine said faking disappointment.

"Why not?" Justin asked joining the conversation as he emerged from the shower stalls.

"I just have other plans," Blaine said shrugging, running a towel through his damp curls.

"What are you doing?" Azimio asked.

"I have… umm, a family thing on," he said shrugging again, trying to sound convincing.

"Oh that sucks," Justin said frowning.

"Yeah it does," Blaine agreed shutting his locker and grabbing his bag, "I will see you guy's later okay? Otherwise I'm going to be late for calculus," he said with a smile and he hastily walked out of the locker room.

Blaine was rounding the corner when his name was called again, "Blaine wait up!"

Blaine turned to see Karofsky hurrying after him, "what's wrong Dave?" Blaine asked.

"I really think you should go with Azimio tonight," Dave said.

"What? Why?" Blaine asked, cautiously.

"Because… I just think it would be a good idea," Karofsky said awkwardly.

"Well I have other plans," Blaine said adjusting the strap of his bag, preparing to walk away.

"I think you really need to cancel those plans," Dave said.

"I can't, my parents are counting on me," Blaine explained, still confused as to what Karofsky was playing at.

"You don't understand, I reallythink you should cancel your plans," Dave stressed, looking at Blaine meaningfully, "trust me Blaine," Karofsky said softly.

"I… cant- I'm sorry but I can't," Blaine said.

"Fine," Dave sighed irritated, "but just be very careful okay?" he said.

"Yeah sure," Blaine said softly, and gave a small wave as the taller boy stalked away.

Blaine headed towards his class extremely confused. What the hell had Dave been talking about? It was almost as if he was warning Blaine of something, and he seemed to know more than he was letting on… but what does heactually know that's so important, that Blaine has to cancel his plans with Kurt?

Blaine shook his head trying to clear it as he walked into his calculus class, ignoring the teachers glare as he slumped down into the only empty desk in the room.

"Hi Kurt!" Alex said as Kurt filled his lunch tray with salad.

"Oh hey there Alex," Kurt said less enthusiastic.

After kissing Puck, Kurt realised that nothing compares to the way he feels about Blaine, sure he may feel lust towards another guy sometimes, but that's all it ever is. But now that he realises this he also realises that Alex is in fact a much too happy person and after being up all night with a drunken Blaine and not getting enough sleep, he doesn't exactly help Kurt's cranky mood.

"Congratulations on your win at sectionals," he said following Kurt to the register to pay for his lunch.

"Thanks," Kurt mumbled, glancing around the crowded cafeteria in search of Blaine.

"So are you still going out to celebrate tonight?"

"What?" Kurt asked distractedly, because he had just spotted a mop of curly hair at one of the back tables surrounded by letterman jackets.

"Tonight… I mean didn't you say you were going to a gay bar," he said quietly, following Kurt to the glee club table.

"Oh yeah I am," Kurt said waving to a smiling Mercedes from where she sat.

"Okay cool, well I'll see you later," Alex said quickly, walking away.

"Umm bye," Kurt muttered, his brow frowning in confusion.

"What was that about?" Mercedes asked when Kurt slid into the seat next to her.

"I have no idea," Kurt said stabbing at a piece of celery.

"He's creepy," Mercedes said, earing herself a jab from Kurt's elbow.

"Leave him alone," Kurt said sympathetically, "I kind of feel sorry for him."

"I don't… and apparently lover boy doesn't either," she smirked.

"What?" Kurt asked his head snapping up from his food.

"Look," Mercedes said nodding towards the jock table where you could clearly see Blaine staring daggers at Alex's back as he walked out of the lunch room.

"Shit," Kurt muttered, resting his head on Mercedes' shoulder.

"Don't sweat it boo, I'm sure your baby will get over his case of jealousy as soon as you get him into bed," she said nudging Kurt suggestively.

"Behave," Kurt warned her but he couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips.

"C'mon, you know it's true," she giggled.

Kurt lifted his head from her shoulders and started picking at his salad, "I just want this day to end," he sighed.

"Me too, only three more days till winter vacation," she said, popping a tater tot into her mouth.

"Thank god for that."

"I wish I was you," she said, "I would love to spend my holidays with my beautiful boyfriend in Paris, and have a French Christmas, while enjoying French food and having lots of French sex."

"French sex?" Kurt said raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah it's like normal sex but it has a lot more tongue," Mercedes giggled.

"Oh shut up," Kurt said playfully smacking her arm, "Blaine gets enough tongue as it is," Kurt smirked.

"I bet he does," Mercedes muttered and Kurt flicked a piece of lettuce at her.

"Are you sure about this?" Blaine asked in his snug black jeans, tight midnight blue shirt and leather jacket, opening the bar door for Kurt.

"Yeah," Kurt breathed nervously as he straightened the invisible wrinkles on his practically see-through white shirt. He dug his hand into his sequined blazer and pulled out two plastic cards, he handed one to Blaine and then he squeezed Blaine's hand tightly as they approached a middle aged man, with a tiny flashlight.

"ID's?" he grunted extending a hand.

Blaine and Kurt handed over their cards and watched as the man barley glanced at the tiny pictures before handing the fake licences back over and waving them through the door way.

"Well that was easy," Blaine called over the loud music as they walked through a beaded curtain and entered the main section of the bar.

"Wow," Kurt breathed looking around.

They were standing in front of a huge open dancing floor littered with at least thirty sweaty men and women bumping and grinding on each other. They could see the bar over the other side of the room, and to the left are a bunch of closed curtains with "do not disturb" signs on them. Kurt quickly turned his eyes away from that section of the bar as he could clearly see the shadows of two men sharing an… "Intimate" moment.

"Do you think all gay bars are like this?" Kurt asked, as he watched the disco lights bounce off the walls.

"I hope so," Blaine laughed taking in the surroundings, "but I think they are usually only one sex, y'know like only male and only female… this one seems to be unisex," he understood.

"Come on," Kurt called pulling at Blaine's hand, "let's go get me a drink."

Blaine laughed as Kurt guided him around the dance floor to the bar. They pulled up two empty stools and waited for the bartender to finish with his other customer.

"What can I get you boys?" he asked them, raking his eyes hungrily down Kurt's chest.

Kurt blushed a little, the man had to be at least in his twenties, he was wearing a short sleeved black V-neck t-shirt, with painted on skinny jeans. He has a silver scarf around his neck and the muscles on his arms are decorated with body glimmer. Kurt glanced up to the black cowboy hat on his head and smiled a little in what he hoped was a non-flirty way.

"A Pink Lemonade Shooter and a water please," Kurt said and the barkeeper tipped his hat and went to fetch them their drinks.

"It seems like I'm going to have to keep my eyes on you at all times tonight," Blaine said, handing the bartender a few bills when he returned with their refreshments.

"Oh you better," Kurt said saucily and he took a long sip of his drink.

Blaine sat there mesmerised by the way Kurt's throat worked as he swallowed his drink down in the one go. When a single drop fell from Kurt's lips and made its way down his throat Blaine couldn't help himself. He got up out of his seat and licked a wet trail from Kurt's collar bone all the way up to his chin, following the same path as the droplet.

"Delicious," Blaine hummed and licked into Kurt's mouth tasting the sweet alcohol on his tongue.

"Not now," Kurt shivered, "later tonight," he promised.

Blaine nodded and tapped the bar with his knuckles; the barkeeper looked over and smiled.

"Another for my boyfriend please?" Blaine asked and the man nodded.

"Santana and Britt should be here any minute," Kurt said, accepting his second drink, "she texted me when we were in the car saying they were almost here."

"That's good," Blaine mumbled, his eyes focused on the way Kurt's tongue poked out from his mouth to lick his bottom lip.

"Blaine," Kurt said snapping his finger, "Focus baby."

"Oh trust me… I am," Blaine practically growled, "I'm focusing on the way I'm going to bend you over tonight and fuc-"

"There they are!" Kurt exclaimed suddenly.

Blaine's head snapped to the doorway and sure enough there was Santana and Brittany making a magnificent entrance, catching the eye of every lady in the bar, and even a few of the men.

In a striking red dress, that hugged her hips and dipped low at her breast, Santana linked pinkies with Brittany and walked over to join Kurt and Blaine.

"Dolphins!" Brittany exclaimed brightly, dropping Santana's hand to pull Blaine and Kurt into a hug.

"Hey sweetie," Kurt smiled, "you both look gorgeous," he said admiring Brittany's deep purple dress.

"Really?" Brittany asked spinning in a circle, making the bottom flair out catching even more attention.

"Absolutely gorgeous," Blaine confirmed wrapping an arm around Kurt waist.

"Well boys me and my sexy girlfriend are going to go dance, I suggest you two have some fun, and do absolutely everything I would do," Santana said with a wink and pulled Brittany to the dance floor.

"Hmm, everything she would do? Now I wonder what that could mean," Kurt breathed into Blaine's ear and trailed his fingers down the crotch of Blaine's jeans.

Blaine spun to face his boyfriend in shock. Kurt's eyes were glassy and his smile was crocked as he fumbled with Blaine's fly.

"Kurt!" Blaine hissed.

"What?" Kurt slurred.

"Oh my god, are you already drunk?" Blaine asked in disbelief, "baby you only had two drinks."

"Two teeny, tiny, pinkie drinkies," Kurt giggled, getting up off of his stool and heading to the dance floor.

"Kurt wait," Blaine said not liking the idea of his drunk boyfriend heading into a crowd of horny, sweaty men and women.

"Catch me if you can," Kurt called and pushed himself in between a tall, muscular man with bright, purple streaks in his black hair, and a shorter, thin man who was only wearing a pair of ankle bitter pink pants.

"This is going to be a long night," Blaine muttered to himself as Kurt started to grind on the tall man.

" Yes, harder!"

"Fuck, so good."

"Ngh… oh yes, yes!"

"Fuck."

"Harder, harder, harder!"

Alex screamed as Sebastian came inside of him filling the condom he was wearing. Sebastian rocked himself through his orgasm and slumped against the bathroom, cubicle wall behind him.

"As good as always," Alex panted as Sebastian pulled out of him.

"Whatever," Sebastian grunted pulling the condom off and tossing it into the bin next to the toilet.

"What's up baby?" Alex asked pulling up his pants and zipping his fly.

"Nothing, and don't call me baby."

"Why not? He used to call you baby," Alex said turning to face Sebastian.

"Yeah well he's no longer here," Sebastian snapped tucking his soft cock back into his pants, "just get out already."

"Wow, ever since the two of you stopped going out you've been a moody bitch," Alex snapped pushing the bathroom stall door open and marching to the sink.

"Fuck off," Sebastian muttered.

"I don't know what you saw in him anyway," Alex huffed, fixing his blond locks in the mirror as Sebastian fixed his own hair "he's a stupid, meat headed, fat fuck that doesn't-"

"Don't you dare talk about him like that?" Sebastian growled, pushing Alex up against a wall, "you don't know him, so keep your fucking mouth shut!"

"Wow, touchy tonight aren't we," Alex smirked.

Sebastian merely looked at him in disgust before walking out of the door and into the sea of bodies dancing to the same beat.

He doesn't know why he does it but for the past three years, he always finds himself leaving a public bathroom dishevelled with Alex… sometimes he enjoys it, but most of the time it just makes him sick to the stomach.

When the door was closed Alex laughed out loud to himself and followed the same path as Sebastian. Opening the door he walked out into the dancing crowd and immediately spotted who he was looking for.

Kurt was dancing in the middle of two men, bumping and grinding against their bodies to the steady thump coming from the loud stereo.

He watched the boy dance for a few minutes before he started searching the crowd. He knew Blaine would be somewhere close by; he just had to find him… And there he was, sitting on a bar stool nursing a bottle of water as he watched his boyfriend flirt with other men.

Blaine turned his chair to face the bartender that was whispering something in his ear and pointing towards Santana and Brittany who were making out on the dance floor. Alex could see Blaine laugh as he became fully engaged in the conversation.

Alex knew it was now or never, so he took a few steps and made his way through the crowd stopping right next to Kurt.

"Hey Kurt!" he called over the loud music, glancing over to see that Blaine still wasn't looking.

"Alex?" Kurt asked, looking away from the tall man's chest and up into Alex's eyes.

"Yeah!"

"What are you doing here?" Kurt slurred removing himself his position in-between the two bodies, but as he went to walk away his foot caught in the other mans and he tumbled forward.

Alex's arms shot out quickly and caught Kurt around the middle, "Whoa, sturdy there, do you want to go outside?" Alex asks Kurt over the music.

"Outside is good," Kurt mumbled as the room spun before his eyes.

"Okay let's go," Alex said quickly, taking one last look at a distracted Blaine before leading Kurt off of the dance floor and into the entrance way.

"C'mon," Alex said gently as he pushed the front door open, "we can go to my car."

"I'm fine now," Kurt mumbled weakly in protest but the alcohol was seriously impacting his decision making skills and he barley put up a fight as Alex lead him to a dark, blue SUV at the back of the parking lot.

"In the back baby," Alex said unlocking the door.

"Not your baby," Kurt slurred, pushing at Alex's arm, "I'm Blaine's baby," he said drunkenly not even realising who he was talking to.

But the comment didn't seem to have any impact on Alex. "Not for long," He mumbled as he practically lifted Kurt up into the back seat.

"No," Kurt protested trying to get out of the car, "Blaine?"

Alex sighed and tried to lie him down on the back seat, "not Blaine, I'm Alex-"

"Blaine!" Kurt called, sitting up, struggling against Alex's grip.

"Kurt stop fighting it," Alex said getting out of the car and quickly closing the door.

Before Kurt could sit up and reach the handle Alex locked the child locks on the car, so when Kurt pulled at the handle nothing happened, the door wouldn't budge.

"What's going on?" Kurt said confused, "help! Blaine!" he screamed but his voice was muffled by the thick windows.

Alex gave Kurt a sad look before turning away and heading back to the club.

"Blaine!"

Blaine turned away from the bartender to look at the person who had just called his name.

"Karofsky?" he said in disbelief.

Dave hurried over to Blaine and grabbed him by the arm dragging him to the dance floor and to the now empty male bathroom.

Karofsky pushed Blaine up against the wall and started pacing frantically, Blaine stood there in shock. He's been caught at a gay bar by his homophobic friend. Shit.

"Dave I... What are you doing here? I mean I'm only here to beat up some fags, cause I hate them, and I needed a place to piss and I umm I needed to get some water-"

"Blaine stop rambling!" Karofsky said stopping and he walked over to grip Blaine's shoulders, "I know."

"You know that I was only here to beat up some fags? Yeah of course you know that it's the truth-"

"No Blaine, I mean I know," Dave said looking into Blaine's eyes, "I know that you're gay."

Blaine could feel his heart beat faster and his throat go dry as he tried to formulate some lie that could get him out of this mess.

"What I'm not gay-"

"Yes you are," markedly said impatiently m, "and you're in love with Kurt!"

By this point Blaine was pretty sure his heart was going to pound out if his chest. How could Dave know all of this?

"What? That fag? No way."

"Blaine stop it! I know everything, I know you're gay, I know you've been lying to me about it, I know that you're in love with Kurt Hummel-"

"No I'm not I don't-" but he was cut off by a frustrated Karofsky.

"Blaine shut up! There is no time! Kurt's in danger!"

Suddenly Blaine dropped his act, "what?" he said sharply.

"Kurt's in danger, I'm not sure if Alex is here yet, I haven't seen him but when he does get here he's going after Kurt!"

This was making no sense; Alex didn't know that they are here. How does Dave even know about Alex and Kurt? Why is he okay with Blaine being gay? Why is Alex still after Kurt?

"I... What? How do you even know about Alex? How do you know about me?" Blaine said desperately, his head was spinning.

"Blaine… " Dave breathed softly, "I'm gay," he said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Blaine didn't think he could become more confused but apparently he could.

"You're not gay, you hate gays," Blaine said stunned.

"Yeah and apparently so do you but you're gay," Karofsky said defensively.

"But I-"

"Blaine there's no time, Alex will he here any moment, he said he would text me when he gets here-"

"Wait you're gay? And you're in cahoots with Alex?" Blaine said in disbelief. "This isn't happening this isn't real, I've obviously had too much to drink and I'm hallucinating," Blaine mumbled to himself until Karofsky shook his shoulders.

"Snap out of it! And it's a fucking long story as to how I know so much-"

"Then explain."

Karofsky gave a frustrated sigh. "Fine then, okay so I'm gay, and about two months ago I was at a gay bar called Scandals-"

"Wait! You go to Scandals?"

"Yes- don't interrupt. Anyways I was there and I was making out with this guy," Karofsky said fighting back a blush, "and suddenly I could see these flashing lights, but it wasn't the disco lights, it was the flash of a camera. I look up and I see Alex taking photos of me and the guy. Blaine at this point in time nobody knows that I'm gay...so I panicked," Karofsky said looking ashamed.

"I left the guy on the dance floor and I chased after Alex, and that's when he told me about you," Karofsky said his eyes falling to the ground, "at first i didn't believe him, i didn't dare let myself believe what he was saying... But then it all started it make sense."

"What did?" Blaine breathed.

"Everything, the way you looked at Kurt, the way you would never really hurt him and how you would get incredibly upset if anybody but you bullied him... Just everything made sense- but I wanted to see it or myself, so i did my own sneaking around and I saw the two of you together and that confirmed everything." Karofsky said meeting Blaine's eyes again.

"But that doesn't explain anything, why does Alex want Kurt-"

"I'm getting there, anyways Alex said he'salways wanted Kurt but he couldn't have him because you were with him-"

"Wait! How did he even know about us?" Blaine asked confused and desperate for answers.

"I don't know Blaine! He just figured it out! Anyway he started blackmailing me, into helping him break you and Kurt up, it was horrible and… I could actually see that you were happy so I wouldn't do it anymore; I told him I was stopping.

"He was pissed at first but then he said he 'didn't need my help'. But no matter what he did, no matter how many texts, letters or hugs he sent Kurt's way nothing broke you up and he got really pissed. So he told me this was my last chance that I should come with him tonight and we would both get what we wanted." Karofsky said quietly.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Blaine said angrily, "why the hell would you agree in the first place? If you're gay and you understand what's happening then why would you join him?" Blaine said his eyes burning with rage, "why would you do that to me?"

"Because!" Karofsky spat back.

"That's not an answer!" Blaine snarled, "I want the truth!"

"You want the truth?" Karofsky growled, "You want the fucking truth?"

"Yes!" Blaine exclaimed throwing his hands up, "yes I want the fucking truth!"

"I love you!"

"See you later Sebastian."

"Yeah, see you Chad," Sebastian said to the man sitting on a stool checking the ID's of two men dressed in pink.

Sebastian opened the door of Queens and Queers and was immediately hit with a blast of cool air, he tucked his chin into the top of his jacket and walked with his head down out to his car.

"Help!"

Sebastian's head snapped up and his eyes scanned the car park, there was a faint thudding sound drifting through the cars.

"Please, help!" a muffled voice called again and Sebastian started hurrying towards the sound.

"Hello?" he called, "is there anyone here, I can help you."

"Help me!" the voice came again and Sebastian started to run.

The cool wind whipped through his hair as his legs carried him to the back of the car park following the sound of the distressed voice.

"Where are you?" he called when the voice went silent.

"SUV!" was all he got in reply but it was enough; there was only one SUV in the car park, a familiar dark, blue one right up the back.

Sebastian weaved through cars until he reached the vehicle. When he got there he could see a distressed face looking back out at him and he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Kurt?" he asked in complete shock.

"Sebastian," Kurt breathed and his breath fogged up the glass.

"Did Alex do this?" Sebastian asked through the glass, as he finally realised why the car looks so familiar.

"Yes, he's locked me in here, please help!" Kurt begged desperately.

"Yeah, hold on," Sebastian said.

He hurried around the other side of the car to the small garden bed containing a few line of roses in the shape of a rainbow. Sebastian was too furious to even scoff at the tacky flowers and instead he found a palm sized garden stone and carried it back to the car.

"Watch out! Shield your eyes!" he called to Kurt who was pressed up against the window.

When Kurt had shuffled against the opposite side of the car, Sebastian shifted the rock in his hand then hurled it at the SUV's window.

The glass shattered spilling into the car and raining down onto the pavement. Kurt's quiet squeal was drowned out by Sebastian's urgent voice.

"Quick, c'mon!" he said unlocking the door and offering a hand to Kurt, pulling him through the open door.

"Are you okay?" Sebastian asked when Kurt's shaky legs finally stood straight, "did he hurt you? Or touch you?"

"N-no," Kurt stuttered, "I just need to find Blaine," Kurt breathed.

"Okay, calm down, we will. Are you okay to walk?" Sebastian asked watching Kurt cautiously.

"Yeah I think so," Kurt said, but it was obvious that he was still tipsy.

"Relax, you'll be okay," Sebastian said, hooking Kurt's arm around his shoulder and leading him to the bar door, "we'll go find Blaine."

Kurt nodded his head and breathed a quite thank you as Sebastian helped him walk to the front door. Sebastian shook his head in anger at his own stupidity. He knows Alex has been talking about a Kurt, how did he not make the connection when they met at sectionals? How did he not realise? Alex and Kurt come from the same fucking school! Sebastian huffed in anger; he just hopes that he isn't too late to help Blaine.

"You what?" Blaine asked in shock.

"I love you- actually I don't anymore… but I used to," Karofsky admitted.

"I don't understand," Blaine said quietly shaking his head and leaning against the bathroom wall.

"Blaine the very first time I realised I was gay was when I was thirteen." Karofsky said, "we were getting changed from our football game that had just finished… and you took your shirt off, you were sweaty and tanned and muscular and I couldn't help but think about how beautiful you were… and that was when I realised that you were more than a friend to me… you were someone special."

"Karofsky I'm sorry but I'm with Kurt and I-"

"No its okay," Karofsky cut Blaine off, "it's okay because I got over you… I realised that you and I could never be together in a place like this- sure I was in love with you for two years but… I came to the conclusion a few months ago when I found out about you and Kurt that if the two of you can manage to stick together in a place like this then you must be fucking soul mates," Karofsky smiled again. "I think finally finding out about you and Kurt has really… helped me to move on I guess," Karofsky shrugged.

"Dave I don't know what to say," Blaine said shaking his head.

"Don't say anything-"

"But how can I just drop it?"

"Please, I don't want you to dwell on this, I just needed you to know. And now that you do know we can forget about it, right?" Karofsky said.

"Yeah, sure," Blaine agreed blinking a few times.

"Good," Karofsky said awkwardly.

"Fuck!" Blaine suddenly exploded.

"What? What's wrong?" Karofsky asked panicked as Blaine pushed past him.

"Kurt!" Blaine called as he ran out of the bathroom door with Dave on his heels.

Blaine pushed his way through the mass of bodies to where he last saw his boyfriend.

"Kurt!" he called again.

"Blaine," Karofsky said catching him by the arm, "we don't even know if Alex is here yet-"

"I don't care I have to find him," Blaine said desperately.

Blaine turned and headed for the tables lining the back wall, "Santana!" he called when he was in hearing distance of the two girls, "have you seen Kurt?" Blaine asked over the music.

"No," Santana said distracted as Brittany kissed down her neck.

"Do you remember when you last saw him? What was he doing? Was he with me?" Blaine asked urgently.

"Whoa, slow down Hobbit and no, to all of those question," Santana said.

Blaine almost cried in frustration until Brittany poked her head up and squeaked, "I saw him, he was stumbling out of the club with a tall, blond boy… he looked really familiar," Brittany said and returned to her girlfriend.

"Alex," Blaine growled and he spun on his heel and headed for the exit.

"Blaine slow down!" Karofsky shouted trying to keep up with the curly haired boy.

"Hurry up!" Blaine called as he passed the man who was still checking ID's.

"Okay Kurt, you're doing good," Sebastian said, as Kurt stumbled with him to the entrance.

Their journey across he car park hadn't been an easy one, apparently Kurt was a lot more drunk than he let on and he had managed to stumble over almost every crack and dip in the parking lot.

"Here we go," Sebastian said, helping Kurt up the gutter and to the door.

Blaine didn't wait for Karofsky to catch up to him; instead he sprinted to the door and shouldered it open. As he pushed outside, not only was Blaine hit by the cold air but he also slammed full force into another body.

"Shit!" a voice gasped.

"Sorry."

"Are you okay?"

"Wait… Sebastian?"

"Yeah- Blaine?"

"Blaine? Baby?"

"Kurt!"

Karofsky pushed through the door of Queen and Queers and light flooded out onto the pavement. He could see three boys on the ground, one was crouched over rubbing his arm and the other two were embracing tightly, their faces buried in each other's shoulders.

"Fuck, Kurt I thought I lost you," Blaine cried.

"I thought I lost you," Kurt sobbed into his boyfriend shoulder.

"I'm so sorry baby, I should have stayed with you on the dance floor-"

"No it was my fault I shouldn't have gone with him- I shouldn't have drunk so much," Kurt said pulling back and looking at his boyfriend in the eyes.

"Kurt what happened?" Blaine asked softly, "I saw you one minute and then the next thing I know Dave is pulling me into the bathroom and telling me that he's gay-'

"Wait… Dave as in David Karofsky?" Kurt asked, and Blaine nodded.

"Karofsky's gay?" Kurt asked in astonishment, his head spinning slightly as his brain tried to catch up with everything that was happening.

"Yeah I am," Dave said from the doorway.

"Oh, Karofsky, I didn't- I don't- I mean… what's going on?" Kurt asked suddenly, his head spinning much faster, "I don't understand? Blaine I don't know what's happening. What's happening?" Kurt asked getting hysterical.

"Kurt? Relax!" Blaine said sharply, but it didn't work because Kurt stared to hyperventilate, "baby, breath!" Blaine begged his boyfriend.

"Blaine- I need you, I don't know what's happening, help-"

"Kurt!" Blaine said clutching tightly at Kurt's shoulders.

"Blaine," Kurt breathed and then he suddenly went limp and flopped into Blaine's arms.

"Kurt!" Blaine screamed catching his boyfriends limp torso in his arms.

"Blaine relax he's just passed out," Karofsky said as he let the door swing close , he squatted down next to Blaine and helped him shift Kurt's weight more evenly across Blaine's body.

"He's not okay, he's hurt or something!" Blaine cried, "Sebastian," he said turning his head to see the other boy still on the ground with them, "were you with Kurt?" he asked and saw the other boy nod, "what happened to him?"

"Wait," Karofsky said slowly, "Sebastian… is that you?"

"Yeah," Sebastian said shyly, smiling at Karofsky from the other side of Blaine, "hi Dave."

"You two know each other?" Blaine asked off handily as he cupped Kurt's face gently.

"Yeah," Karofsky breathed, starting into Sebastian's eyes, "I guess you could say that."