Still, there was something about Porcelain that made him feel like a fifteen year old girl who would text or call her friends giggling every time she saw him smile. Pathetic, he knows.

Along with that feeling, Blaine couldn't help but noticing how two-sided Porcelain could be. The first one came around when he's on the floor, flirting and talking; so sweet and innocent. His eyes shining brightly from the multi-colored lights as he laughs. And then other; when he's performing or dancing on the floor, moving his body in a way that could make even the straightest of men hard.

And that side was with him now, on the dance floor, rubbing up against him. Now Blaine was never the type to go against the grain. He always said no when it came to drugs and rarely ever drank. But dancing with Porcelain had to be in a league of its own. Fun and sexy and hot. That wantwantwantnownownow, feeling vibrated through his body as they grinded on the dance floor; porcelain shoving his ass up against Blaine's pelvis, making him hard in very little time.

It was addicting and Blaine knew it.

But he also knew the rules. Five dances to a client and as fate may have it, five dances didn't last very long. After the final one, he and Porcelain said goodbye, and as Blaine left Club Cheeri-Ohs!, he swore he'd get more next time.