Blaine trailed behind Kurt, watching the way he carried himself like he owned the place, and it wasn’t lost on Blaine that several pairs of eyes followed Kurt all the way up to the bar. He hung back enjoying the way Kurt ignored the bartender’s advances. Blaine was pretty sure that Kurt had no idea the effect his tall lean frame had on everyone around him. Once Kurt had his beer in hand Blaine joined him and ordered the same. This was familiar and comfortable territory and was supposed to help take Blaine’s mind off of kissing Kurt and touching Kurt, but it was failing horribly. Only now he wanted to be pressed up against Kurt on the dance floor and feeling his body move beneath his hands. He downed his beer, fast, faster than was wise and grabbed Kurt’s hand. “Let’s dance!” He said as he pulled Kurt to the dance floor.”

Kurt chugged the rest of his beer, knowing that the combination of alcohol, pounding bass, and fast movement would lead him to feel sick later, but to be honest? He didn’t care in the least. His self respect had been so low recently and couldn’t care less if he spent the next morning over the toliet bowl hung over. He allowed Blaine to pull him onto the dance floor, letting the bright techno lights flash around them. The strobe lights caused a needed distraction, causing Kurt to only see Blaine’s face in blips. Before he knew what he was doing, he was dancing on Blaine, taking Blaine’s arms and wrapping them around his waist, moving his hips against Blaine’s thighs. He let his head move back and forth, his purposely messy hair shaking from side to side. He moved in perfect time to the beat, oblivious to everything except the flashing lights and how close…close…closer…..his body was getting with Blaine.

Blaine was perfectly happy to have Kurt against him, moving with him to the rhythm of the music. The bass thumped through his veins, the flashing lights brought the world in and out of focus until everything took on a dreamy quality, but nothing was as thrilling as Kurt dancing just as Blaine had imagined. Against him, with him, the two of them moving as one. Blaine trailed his hands up and down Kurt’s sides, around to his back, up around his neck, and back down again. Finally he had his hands wrapped around the back of Kurt’s neck and he was pulling Kurt closer until their foreheads were almost touching and this, this, was what he needed. Never mind the strange men, he wanted Kurt. He always had.

Kurt’s breath caught in his throat as his forehead touched Blaine’s. The gentle contact was enough to make him want to cry, the reality of the situation cycled in his brain. How fucked up was it that he was trying to drink away his emotions, his emotions and connections he was feeling about *not* his boyfriend. But the second he felt Blaine’s arms around his neck, the way their bodies fit together so perfectly, they always had. They always had a tendency to blend, to mesh so perfectly. He chewed his lip as their hearts beat in time with each other and in time with the music. All logic, all guilt and consciousness was dumped from his brain as he lifted his chin, his lips gently brushing Blaine’s before he was kissing him deeply. The depth of the kiss was on the edge of that unspoken line. That well touched, well seen line that was drawing thinner and thinner. With one nip of Blaine’s bottom lip, with wrapping his arms tightly around his waist, pulling his in closer, the line was tipped, and Kurt couldn’t stop his fallen to the other side.

When Kurt’s lips hit his own, Blaine felt that tension between them amp right back up. It was so perfect; he couldn’t even think to fight it. Later he could worry about what he was doing to Kurt’s life, to Kurt’s relationship, but then again, Kurt was a grown ass man, and he wasn’t forcing any of this. Blaine let his mind go then, no more thoughts beyond pulling Kurt closer, pushing over that line, and he slipped his tongue into Kurt’s mouth. The world just went away. The most surprising thing of this moment for Blaine was not the passion or the heat, that he knew, that was expected. It was the fluttery feeling in his chest, the warmth bubbling up his throat, and it was the fact that he knew what he needed was to love Kurt, and for the first time ever be allowed to show the love that wet beyond friendship, however epic their friendship had been. He had always loved Kurt, but there had never been this, despite years of flirtation.

Kurt stepped backwards, thankful for the wall that was close behind them. His back slammed against the wall, the lights flashed quicker, the flashing as well as the music seemed to speed up right along with Kurt’s heart, with Kurt’s desire. His lips parted eagerly, his tongue darting to meet Blaine’s, he moaned into the kiss. The mixture of the music, the slight buzz from the alcohol, and the intoxication that was Blaine took over Kurt. He pulled Blaine close, keeping Kurt pinned to the wall. He ran his hands slowly down his back, falling in love all over again with the grooves of Blaine’s body. He knew it all too well after several years of sleepovers and cuddling. But it was all so new, the exploration, the rush…..Kurt’s mind was exploding with thoughts, but he was unable to pull away. He knew the guilt would set in the moment their lips broke away, but he couldn’t…he just couldn’t be away. He craved Blaine’s touch, Blaine’s taste. He craved his lips like oxygen.

Blaine fell against Kurt as his back hit the wall and he pressed into him hard. It was like crashing against the wall he’d built around his heart, everything just came apart at once. His heart thudded painfully and there wasn’t enough air, but there was Kurt and it was as if Kurt’s mouth was all he needed to live. He nipped, and kissed, and tasted every part of Kurt’s mouth, and jaw, and neck. He ground his hips against Kurt’s trying to find that perfect friction. Everything was Kurt and Kurt was everywhere and Blaine no longer cared about consequences or games or what tomorrow would bring, he needed this just as it was and he wanted more.

Kurt’s body locked into Blaine’s, fitting oh so perfectly into the every nook and cranny that was Blaine. Their hips locked and he felt his hands run down toward Blaine’s slim hips, grounding them into him closer, biting the boy’s bottom lip at the contact. When he finally pulled away, his breathing was rapid and his eyes fluttered open, finally adjusting to the flashing light, settling their gaze on Blaine’s hazel eyes. He removed one hand from Blaine’s hips, and lightly placed it on Blaine’s checks. Both his hand and Blaine’s check were flushed, steaming hot from the contact. Kurt let out a silent breath, rubbing Blaine’s check softly. “Want…um, want to get another drink?” He offered, not removing his hand from Blaine’s check, not wanting to break contact.

Blaine was literally trembling by the time Kurt broke away and he stood gasping for breath. He didn’t exactly move his body back at first; he was still pressed tightly to Kurt. Blaine could feel the line of Kurt’s body molded against his own. All he could do was nod in answer to Kurt and he tried to move back and give Kurt some room to breathe. He didn’t want to lose all of that contact though so he took one of Kurt’s hands gently from his face and pulled Kurt off the wall with a shaky smile. Finally he found his voice. “I think a drink is a good idea.” He said and he led the way back through the crowd to the bar and ordered them another round of drinks, these stiffer than the beers they’d had before. Blaine slid onto a stool and tried letting go of Kurt’s hand, but it just didn’t happen.

Kurt was in a dream state as he was led by Blaine’s guiding pull to the bar. You know when you feel asleep during a long car ride, you fall asleep in one state, and wake up in another, on aware of how you get there? Kurt was there. He was floating through the sweating bodies. The strange men dancing to the rave music all blurred together and Blaine’s arm was the only clear thing to Kurt. The thumping bass echoed the thoughts racing in his head. What.the.fuck.had.he.done? Each thump of the bass emphasized a word of that question. The line, the boundaries, the years of unspoken rules they had had between each other was now snapped in two. Kurt felt hectic, panicky, as though his daily bedtime routine was now completely thrown out of whack. The walk to the bar felt like ages. He finally had the alcohol in his hand, and was leaning against the stool, looking across the table to where Blaine was. He smiled, and gave a sigh, before downing the shot. Sorry I ruined everything, B….he thought to himself bitterly, downing yet another shot. He looked down at their joined hands. For a second, he felt as though Blaine was about to pull away, he intertwined their fingers, telling him he didn’t want him to go.

Blaine’s eyes never strayed from Kurt. He took in every part. The swollen red lips, the tousled hair, the high pink on Kurt’s cheeks. Blaine kept thinking, ‘I did that.’ ‘We did that.’ He downed two shots of tequila which were supposed to numb him but he felt this coiling in his belly. What if Kurt had regrets? Of course he would he’s in a serious relationship and had been for some time with Sam. Blaine just kept staring at him as though there would be some clue as to his state of mind. The walls were back up, the line was being drawn once more. Then he wound their fingers together and Blaine felt better. Not great but better. At least Kurt wasn’t repulsed now. “I think we should go, is that alright?” he asked.

Kurt could feel that wall; he could feel that mask Blaine was putting up. When the two had first started their…their complicated relationship so to speak, it was after prom. Kurt’s junior year. Kurt had wanted more than anything to go with Sam, but he, still being in the closet and dealing with a lot of home stuff, didn’t want to risk what that would mean by going with Kurt. Kurt had ended up not going and instead went to Blaine’s all night. It started like any other sleepover; bad eighties music, junk food, and some singing normally happened. But tonight, Blaine was extra cuddly and Kurt extra needy. It made an explosive combination, and the two ended up kissing. More than the few pecks they had shared in the past. No, this was Kurt’s first full on make out session. After, Kurt was left confused, and Blaine numbed out. It had been hard on both of them, and inch by inch, they drew that line; that ever remaining line. But finally, finally after all those years of Kurt wanting to take a huge eraser to it, the line was broken. But Kurt could feel it being redrawn, and he was being shoved back to his appropriate side, torn away once more from Blaine. He sighed, and looked down, focusing solely on their joined hands. They still felt a million miles away. “Ok, yeah. We should go home….” he agreed, his tone weak.