The bar was a mess of red felt and to pink lighting that was hidden behind thick smoke coming from the men smoking cigarettes or for those who found themselves needing to be classy in a strip club, cigars.

From the outside it looked like a rundown pub that put way too much money in flashing signs to grab people attention. Blaine Anderson through a skeptical look at his brother who sent a wink at the fish netted hooker leaning against a flickering street light.

"250 an hour." Her raspy voice chimed over the low thump of music coming from the blue paint chipping strip club.

"Cooper." Blaine snapped as his brother motioned to pull out his wallet. The greasy hair hooker sent him a glare before rolling her eyes and twisting her bubble gum pink lips into a smirk.

"You want some too big boy? 260 for both."

"This is my brother." Cooper explained.

"And?" Her bored glance sent Blaine's blood pumping in his ears. Unlike most people, mainly his brother, he did believe in the work of soul mates and just the thought of whoring one self out left Blaine feeling sick.

"Maybe once I get a little alcohol into this one." Cooper cooed with false promises.

"Whatever." She moved her dark eyes to the group of drunk middle aged men talking loudly at their car.

"I don't want to be here Cooper." Blaine whispered angrily as they made their way through a heavy steel door.

"Loosen up little brother." Cooper whispered back as he threw a smile at the half naked girl inspecting their I.D's.

"Cooper.. you know how I feel about this." Blaine sent a saddened glance around the dimly lit room they had just entered. He tugged nervously at the sleeves of his dress shirt before shifting his bow tie nervously.

"It's your 21st birthday, let your self have some fun. Times have changed! There is no more hope in that soul mate crap!" Blaine wanted to fight that knowing very well that Tina and Mike were the farthest from 'no hope' but a loud speaker cut him off. "C'mon little brother."

A cheesy disco ball fluttered sparkling flecks along the small stage as music thumped through the building. Copper shoved Blaine into a seat that seemed unstable before taking his own seat and turning his hungry eyes to the topless women on the stage. Blaine sighed as he flinched at the view of two very bare breast, he wasn't sure what part of gay Cooper didn't understand. Hazel eyes shifted uncomfortably from table to table as he took in grinning faces of dirty looking men, or maybe they just looked dirty from Blaine's point of view.

"What can I get you guys to drink?" Blaine half expected another topless women but when a pair of hazel eyes found a pale, toned chest he couldn't help but let his mouth open slightly. Cooper gave Blaine a curious look before glancing over their waiter and then smirking.

"Two beers please." Cooper's over eager smile snapped Blaine back into reality just in time to watch the boy leave.

"Cooper." Blaine warned.

"Little Brother." Cooper congratulated as he sent another look over his shoulder. "You have good taste." Blaine scowled through the changing lights that flashed over his face. He opened his mouth but the scold that sat heatedly in his throat was cut off by the high voice of their waiter.

"There you go boys." The smile meant to charm didn't reach the blue eyes but before Blaine had time to send a soft smile in return the waiter was walking away with a blank look on the pale face.

"I can pay for him." Cooper whispered, his eyes never leaving the dancing temptress on the stage.

"Stop." Blaine demanded.

"I could." Cooper insisted.

"No." To say Blaine was old fashion would be a lie but there was something about following the rules that felt normal and being gay in Ohio left very little ways to be normal.

The rest of the night was met with horny men grunting their approval at skinny women with ugly faces covered in too much eye shadow topped with to much alcohol for everyone. Blaine was tired and knew he had to wake up early in the morning, absent mindedly he found himself tracing the dip of silver in his tan skin and wondering what he was doing here.

"Blaine! God dammit Blaine!"

"Hey!" Blaine yelped as something hit him painfully at the back of his head.

"Now that your gone for lala land, how about we get going!" Blaine rolled his eyes as he ran a hand through his hair with a yawn.

"Finally." He grumbled. Cooper smirked before furrowing his brow.

"Hey, do me a favor and run into the coat room really quick."

"Did you even bring a-"

"Just do it!" Blaine should have known something was up but exhaustion created a haze around the part of the brain that let Blaine notices small things like the pointed look Cooper was giving the large man at the bar.

"Lucky is going to show where it is."

"How is that even a name?"

"Stop asking so many question and go." The large man watched Blaine as if he was a small bug before silently moving to a darkened hallway, Blaine close behind.

"In there." The deep voice echoed in the small hallway. "Have fun." Another thing Blaine should have noticed and didn't.

"Thank you?" Blaine entered the room before stopping short as the door slammed behind him. "You."