I mean, the music was loud, the girls were so flirty and barely clothed, and the drinks were sweet and cost more than drinking the queen of England's piss, though Blaine was sure no one would actually drink that, let alone buy it.

Getting to the club a little late, the three guys took seats in the back while the dancers finished their set of Rihanna's "What's My Name". With Porcelain taking over the rap, Lita danced along with the other male dancers. Blaine could barely take his eyes off Porcelain as he twisted his hips in a pair of black short shorts. The way he moved with the girls, so sexual; almost like it was turning him on, though it wasn't, of course. No one with hands that soft could be straight! Maybe he's bi? Blaine silently pondered, crossing his legs, trying to ignore the tightening in his crotch.

David and Wes cheered on Lita, as she swung around and around on the pole, taking the part of Rihanna.

"God, I wish I want that pole." Wes sighed, watching as she hung upside down in nothing more than a bedazzled bra and matching thong.

Two of the male dancers grabbed her by the legs and flipped her around, placing her on her feet before pressing her between them. She handled both, moving her body slowly, teasingly, twisting her head around whenever she got close enough to their certain body part.

When the set was over and the dancers were off the stage, Blaine, Wes, and David waited impatiently as the headliners got ready backstage. Just like the night before, the golden three made their way out from the back, bright smiles plastered onto their faces, and began mingling.

Not wanting to miss their chances, the guys got up from their seats and headed over.

"Well, well, well. Look who we have here, ladies." Lita placed her arms across her chest, though making sure to hide no cleavage.

"You came back." Porcelain stated in half shock, his eyes locking with Blaine's.

"I remember you. You're the guys that kept dancing with us." Charity spoke.

"It's nice to see you all again. Nice move by the way; I take it you've worked with pole's before." Wes said, directing his attention to Lita.

Lita smirked, looking down at her perfectly manicured nails. "Let's just say someone once told me the only job I'd have would be on a pole. Who knew she'd be right." She added a dry giggle at the end, her eyes never leaving her hand.

"Well, you were fantastic. All of you were." David insisted. "Now, if I may, I would like to share a dance with you, Lita."

"Pass the Grant and you got a deal." Reaching into his pocket, David pulled out a crisp fifty dollar bill and placed it in her waiting palm. "Let's go, cutie." Smiling widely, David followed the shorter girl out onto the dance floor.

"I like your outfit." Charity said to Wes. "You look like a penguin."

Blaine chuckled at her childlike truthfulness, while Wes winced in embarrassment, running his hands down the sides of his black sports jacket.

"Uh, thanks. Would you like to dance?"

"Totally, but I need the money first."

"Of course." Doing just as David had just done, Wes reached into his wallet, grabbed the bill, and handed it to the girl.

"Thank you! See you later, Por." She said before taking Wes' hand and leading him onto the dance floor.

Blaine and Porcelain stood in silence for a moment, neither knowing what to say. Finally, they spoke, their words fumbling against each others. They laughed shortly, mostly out of nervousness.

"Welcome back!" Porcelain says. "I guess this place is warming up to you."

Blaine half smiled, rubbing the back of his next with his hand. "Yeah, I guess you can say that." Blaine let his eyes wander, keeping an eye out for the boss lady. What was her name? Something with an S. Slater? Salvatore? Blaine continued to go through the options in his mind, trying to remember the name of the owner.

"It was nice seeing you again," Porcelain's voice broke through his thoughts. "But I better get back before someone says anything."

"Wait!" Reaching forward, Blaine grabbed his forearm, almost shocked by how firm and strong it was. Porcelain stared at his hand, his mouth slightly ajar; whether it was in shock or fear, Blaine didn't know. Blaine slowly released him. "Sorry. Um, would you like to go somewhere? And, like, talk?"

Porcelain cocked his head to the side.

"I can pay for it!" Blaine said quickly. "Just like last time."

Blaine practically held his breath as Porcelain watched him, his greenish blue eyes sparkling from the flashing lights. Finally, he smiled; something that made Blaine's heart start to flip.

"Sure." He said. "Follow me."

Kurt led Blaine to one of the far end tables, where the music was lower and the lights were steady. This area was usually vacant, so Kurt new it would be a perfect place for him and Blaine to talk.

"I gotta be honest with ya," Blaine said, leaning back into the softness of the booth. "It was actually my friend's idea to come here tonight."

"Ah." Kurt nods slowly, trying to get any thought of Blaine actually wanting to be there to see him out of his head.

"Don't get me wrong, this place is pretty cool. It's just . . . strip clubs aren't really my thing. Even if Cheery-Ohs! isn't your ordinary strip club."

Kurt smiled at this, not offended by the words. "We're a special kind of breed." He joked. "Most people believe that strip clubs are extremely dirty and full of woman who would do anything for a couple bucks. And also being crossed with an escort club, well . . . let's just say you're not the first to question club CO's objective."

"And what exactly is that objective, if I may be so bold."

"Bold and the beautiful." Kurt teased, nudging Blaine's knee with his own. "We want to make people happy. Yes we exchange money for sex, but it's more than that. The people who come here come not only to receive a piece of ass, but also get some entertainment. Look at it this way; you come here, to get some drinks, you get to watch beautiful women (and men) dancing, singing, and taking their clothes off. You want more, we'll give you more. It's pretty pricey, but hey, people keep coming back."

"You actually have people returning?" Blaine questioned.

It wasn't that club Cheery-Ohs! was exclusive, more like the exact opposite. All were welcome, well at least all who could pay for it. Fifty dollar entrance fee, between seven and seventy-five dollars a drink (or bottle) and then the prices on the girls, let alone the money you throw up on stage while they're dancing. At the end of the night, depending on what you did, it seemed like it would be cheaper to go to the Playboy mansion.

But still, it's an experience you won't get at many other places.

Kurt leaned into Blaine, a sweet, teasing smile playing across his lips. "You're back, aren't you?" He pointed out.

Blaine paused for a moment, and then chuckled at his own foolishness. "Yeah. I am." He said, pleased with that fact.

Blaine leaned back, nearly chocking on his water as he laughed at the joke Porcelain was telling.

"I gotta say, if you weren't so good at what you do, a comedian would definitely be your calling."

"Glad you're having a good time. It's what I thrive for."

"Well, you're going a fantastic job." He encouraged.

"Blaine!" Each looked up, watching as Wes wiggled around the group of people before finally making it to the table. "I've been looking for you man."

"What's going on?"

"David took my girl, dude."

Porcelain leaned forward, his hand under his chin, keeping his head up. "Lemme guess, Lolita?"

"Yeah! I totally had dibs on her too!"

"Wes, how drunk are you?" Blaine questioned his friend, who was beginning to sway back and forth as he stood.

"Nah, man. I only had a couple of drinks."

Blaine stood quickly, taking his friend by the arm. "I better get you to your apartment." Turning back, he gave Porcelain an apologetic look. "Sorry we didn't get to talk for very long."

"It's perfectly fine. Get your friend home safely. I'll see you around."

Blaine smiled at the thought of seeing Porcelain again. "Definitely." He swore before having his friends arm and pulling him out of the club.