The powerful beat of the music was pounding in the dark room, sweaty bodies writhing together in small spaces, the small club filled with the smell of alcohol and sweat. Small groups of 4-5 were people grinding and chatting happily scattered on the dancing floor. It was 12 on a Saturday night, the night only just beginning.

People of any sexual orientation, race or religion were here together, being with whoever they wanted without fear of discrimination of any sorts. That's why I love it here, I am able to be my true self and show another side of me I never knew I had. Me and a couple of my friends come here from time to time to just let go, It's senior year and the pressure is so hard to deal with. I know I shouldn't give a fuck about homework and shit as I became a skank junior year. It was something I always thought about; being feared by the entire school and getting away with anything I wanted. But of course my uptight "goody two shoes" personality had to stop me, until junior year.

On these occasions where we can go to the only "free to all" club 'Scandals' I feel almost allowed to finally be whoever I chose to be, I hate the fear I see in the freshman's eyes when we shout curses at them for even looking our way. It's sad to say but being a class A asshole is the only way to stay on top, fucked up or what?! Anyways I come here to be me, and grind up against hot stranger but we'll get to that later.

"Hey Kurt!" Santana yells in my ear, OK, so she's drunk. Now she's grinding against my leg, now VERY drunk!

"What is so important that you feel the need to rub your lady parts up and down my leg, might I ask?" I wonder in a sarcastic tone.

"Please dance with me?" She pleads with puppy dog eyes and everything, how am I meant to deprive of a drunk and cute Santana of a dance.

"Let's go babe" I chug down the last of my drink before dragging the Latino to the dance floor. There are now many more people on the dance floor from when we first entered the club at 10am, it should be starting to get interesting soon.

An hour later found me and Santana dancing as close as two people could possibly get, the alcohol definitely taken effect. She was grinding her ass into my crotch and would occasionally dip down to the floor just to make my eyes roll back into the sockets, God if I wasn't gay. I moved my hips to the beat, Shake it out by Florence and the machine was playing, Santana singing along under her breath. I was sure by now Brittany and Quinn had gone home with whoever they had picked up that night, maybe even together if you know what I mean. Puck and Sam don't really bother to come out to these places with us, mostly because they get hit on by guys and of course they get uncomfortable.

"You look sexy tonight, as always" A familiar voice says from behind me. As I turn round I catch a glimpse of bright golden eyes that stare straight at mine. Those eyes were captivating and the look they gave me was so intense, it felt like hours I had been staring into them, but in reality had only been a split second before I saw my ex Luke.

"I know I do" I reply with a wink. I and my exes never leave on bad terms, In the beginning of the relations I always love spending time with them, so why can't you just be in their company without being "together" plus all my exes are awesome and give me free stuff.

"I saw Quinn on the way in, she says her and Britt are going home, they're both incredibly wasted" Luke laughed as he walked off into the sea of sweaty bodies. Santana growled impatiently, wanted my attention again. I carried on dancing with her, doing my signature slut drop and achieving appreciative wolf whistles from men nearby, I feel sexy.

"Hey don't look now but someone who looks like they are undressing you with their eyes is coming over now!" Santana gushed out before running off in another direction. I spun round to try following her but instead I knocked into a very muscly chest, I made sure to make a scene and grab on a bit longer than necessary.

"oops sorry, I didn't see you there" I chuckle nervously as I look up. Holymotherofallthatisgoodint heworld! He is HOT! It's the eyes again, although they look more hazel now. The man in front of me is pure gold, he had amazing arms and a jaw line that is to die for, and those lips, OMG! And he is wearing a bow tie; I think this is me hyperventilating. I must look like a right twit in front of him now, alright Hummel compose yourself.

"It's fine, I wanted to know If I could get you a drink?"

"That would be nice" I manage to squeak out, nice one Hummel.

I follow him back to the bar, watching his ass the entire time. It's not my fault, his jeans are so skinny and he is sashaying his hips, I bet he is doing that on purpose, ass. "A bear and whatever this blue eyed wonder wants" I hear the golden boy ask.

"Blue eyes, original" I scoff with a wink so he knows I'm joking "I'll have a vodka tonic" I say, even though my alcohol intake is getting ridiculously high by now. The man pays for the drink and passes me mine, he brushes my hand as he does so, sending electrical shocks through my whole body.

"So I never got your name" I say, trying to get the attention off myself.

"Blaine Anderson, you?"

"Kurt Hummel"

"I like your moves Kurt, you are so talented" Blaine says, I would have taken it as a compliment but I knew he actually meant he thought I was a sexy twink on that floor, which I am.

"Thank you, would you like to dance?" I ask, a cheeky smile on my face.

"Do I get to touch you?" He asks but immediately covers his mouth with his hand "I'm sorry, that was the alcohol" He stammers adorably.

"You can touch me all you want short stuff" I tell him, dragging him to the floor whilst he mumbled something that resembles "I'm not that short"

When we get on the floor some Britney song is playing giving me the perfect chance to make this guy's night wild. I ground my ass against his crotch area and immediately felt his hard on, something that was inevitability with someone like me against you. I suddenly felt something warm and wet against the back of my neck that felt divine even in my drunk state I knew it was Blaine's tongue.

A hint of arousal flooded through my body making it feel like it was on fire, his tongue was so rough and wet that it made my dick instantly hard. All my better judgement life my mind for the night and I turned and planted a sloppy drunk kiss to his lips, or his nose, I am SO drunk.

"You are so hot" Blaine breaths against my neck before licking, sucking and blowing at different points on my neck, what was this boy doing to me? I started mumbling random pleads as he carried on the assault on my neck, coming undone by the simple touches he was giving me. "Fuck" Blaine groans. I grad his hips forcibly and grind my hips into his, desperate for any type of friction.

He seemed to have the same idea and pushed me through the swarms of people until we reached a more secluded area. He grabbed me and pushed me into a wall, grabbing my ass and slightly lifting me up.

"More" I moaned, wanting nothing more than him to fuck me against this wall senseless so I would feel it for days. "I need...Need...urg!" His tongue was back again, searching my collar bone. I felt warm calloused fingers tug at my loose shirt and slide up my pale chest. It felt so amazing to have his warm hands sliding up and down my chest feverishly, rubbing against my sensitive nipples.

Normally I would be the one in control but I couldn't give a shit if this Sex God would have his way with me every second of the day.

"Kiss me" Blaine gasps in front of my face, I nod frantically, grabbing his glorious curls and smashing our lips together. The beats of the music are thumping throughout the room and in our blood, constant rushes of adrenalin pumping throughout my body. A small swipe of a tongue against my kiss swollen lips makes me willingly open my mouth for Blaine to further explore my body. I feel his tongue lick against the roof of my mouth and tangle with my tongue to fight for dominance This time I win and pin his to the wall, changing our positions.

"I... wanna... go... to... your... place" I gasp in between desperate kisses. Blaine just nods and drags me through the crowd and outside of the club. As soon as the cold night air hits me I feel a wave of nausea but I stop myself from throwing up in front of Blaine, I breathe deeply and cling desperately to Blaine as he calls a cab since we are too drunk.

As soon as we get into the taxi the privacy screen is immediately pulled down, the driver only giving a knowing chuckle in the front. Blaine latches onto my mouth once again once the seat belts are clicked in place.

I made sure we don't get too horny in case we get charged for staining the Taxi seats, if you know what I mean. The drive to Blaine's place seems like forever, but Blaine informs me it was only 10 minutes away. He paid the driver before picking me up and dragging me into his apartment, which was luckily on the second floor.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard" Blaine groans as he locks the door, pushing me up against it. "I'm going to lick you all over, making you writhe beneath me and fuck you so hard you won't be able to remember anything but my name" He moans, pushing his leg against my crotch. "Blaine" I hear him whisper.

I moan but start to feel a little dizzy, like the room his spinning. I grab onto Blaine for support but I feel so weak. The one thing on my mind is that this is going to be the best night of my life before everything is just a passionate blur.

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Blaine's P.O.V ( written by Annabel)

I walked into scandals ready to have a good time and let loose, after the move from Washington to Ohio I was exhausted. Not only was the moving itself hard but it forced me to spend more time with my parents, which is enough to want to make anyone completely insane with the close minded bitchiness of them.

I looked hot, I know I looked hot the black skinny jeans hugged my legs and the steel Grey shirt showcased my broad shoulders and slim waist, but of course my beloved bow tie remained in place around my neck tonight's was black.

Sauntering over to the bar I sat down and ordered a beer, I scanned my eyes across the tightly packed club looking at all the people dancing with each other. A Latina girl caught my eye, her strapless red top pushing up her breasts and black leather pants drawing attention to her sexy legs which were wrapped around... Holy hell, who is THAT?!

I practically drooled over the long legs that looked like they had the jeans painted on they were so tight! The simple black V-neck shirt showed off his flawlessly beautiful pale chest, and that leather jacket gave him that sexy bad boy look, definitely my kind of guy . His rosy pink lips had me imagining them wrapped around certain parts of my anatomy, his perfect pixie nose below the most astounding blue-green eyes I had ever seen framed with dark eyelashes that dusted his cheeks as he looked lustily at the sexy Latina girl.

I battled with myself to go over but he just looked so amazing and the way he and the girl were dancing so close together made me question as to whether or not he was actually gay. Ball buster he has a boyfriend, oh wait nope ex-boyfriend obviously. SHIT did he just? Ugh yeah yeah he's gay no straight man can slut drop that low! The wolf whistles from the surrounding men made jealousy bubble inside me.

I started toward him eating up his sexy dance moves all the way, the Latina ran off and he span round to chase her, bumping into my chest, lifting his head the lust blown blue orbs met mine. "Oops, sorry didn't see you there!" He chuckled I watched him look me up and down.

"It's fine, I wanted to know if I could get you a drink?" I asked with my signature grin.

"That would be nice." He squeaked, he obviously didn't get how devastatingly sexy he was.

I walked back to the bar purposely swaying my hips just to tease him.

"A beer and whatever this blue eyed wonder wants."

"Blue eyes, original." He jokes winking flirtily. "I'll have a vodka and tonic." The bartender made the drinks and I paid for both making him blush.

"So I never got your name?"

"Blaine Anderson, you?"

"Kurt Hummel."

"I like your moves Kurt, your very talented." God, he was such a sexy twink!

"Thank you, would you like to dance?" He says with a cheeky grin while images of my hand exploring his body as he moves with the music course through my mind.

"Do I get to touch you?" Oh shit (internally face palms) "sorry that was the alcohol talking!" I try to explain.

"You can touch me all you want short stuff," he purrs while pulling me onto the dance floor.

"I'm not that short" I mutter slightly offended. A Brittany song started playing in the club and Kurt and I start to dance, I watch as his body ebbs and flows with the music. He starts to grind his sexy ass into my crotch and it makes my mini Blaine twitch, I move in closer to him to attempt to hide the evidence of my arousal. I breathe him in before slowly moving my lips up the pale column of his neck and sucking gently behind his ear.

He turns around and plants a wet kiss on the end of my nose before moving down to my mouth.

"You're so hot." I husk against his mouth before I move down back to his neck sucking and blowing and feeling him start to come undone in my arms.

"Fuck!" I growl when he grabs my hips and grinds against them.

I need him now, dragging through the crowed to a quieter area I press him against a wall grabbing his ass in my hands and wrapping his leg around my waist. He starts to moan and beg for more as I start to suck his neck again, so I run my hands under his shirt looking for his nipples.

After Kurt saying he wanted to go to my place we got a taxi and tried no to fuck on the back seat before I pulled Kurt upstairs to my room where I slammed him against the now closed door and started kissing him feverishly. "I'm going to fuck you so hard" I say as I pull his shirt off, "I'm gonna make you scream my name." This was before Kurt collapsed with me under him, snoring softly."

I sigh and start to stroke his hair, OH Blaine! Ugh, yes!"

...is he "Blaine! Bl-mmh! Ohgosyesrightthere!" Yup he is. I could feel his boner pressing against my thigh and it was starting to turn me on so I felt it would be polite to wake him up now.

" Kurt? Kurt, come on wake up"

"Oh yes Blaine! Say my name." I wonder...

"Oh Kurt! Yeah take it!" I try desperately not to laugh as I talk to the sleeping man, but It's so damn hard!

"Ungh! BLAINE" I felt his body go lax against mine, not exactly how I had pictured the end to this evening but I do have a sexy beautiful man in my bed I suppose.