October found Kurt anxious for Mercedes arrival.  He has spent the past several weeks planning a reunion party/line promotion event that would take place her first day back.  Kurt was more than just ultra-organized for this party; he was borderline neurotic.  Blaine would just laugh at Kurt during his mini freak-outs, through the this-isn’t-rights, and he couldn’t help but feel sorry for Daisy.  Kurt was really making her earn her paycheck for this event.

The morning of the event was a particularly blustery October morning.  Kurt woke up to the breeze blowing through the window they opened the night before when their activities left them over heated.  He shivered and curled himself into the crook of his lover’s neck. The curly haired man unconsciously wrapped his arms around Kurt, body heat instantly helping to warm Kurt’s body.

Kurt began to pepper the sleeping man with kisses, his hands exploring his toned body.  Kurt heard a moan escape from the beautiful man’s mouth even though his eyes were still shut.  He took that as an invitation to continue kissing him, trailing down to his chest, down his torso, and onto his thighs.  Kurt looked at his boyfriend.  His cock hard and beginning to glisten, yearning for release, even if he was not conscious enough to even realize it yet.  His tongue began to slide up the man’s growing length and left a kiss at the head.  The olive toned man began to wake, his hands finding his way to Kurt’s hair.  Kurt took that as encouragement and proceeded to take in his length at once.

In what seemed like nowhere near enough time his lover felt the heat pool in his chest, managing to choke out a warning that he was close.  Kurt moaned around his cock, the simple vibrations were enough to send the man over the edge.  He exploded down Kurt’s throat and Kurt made sure to swallow every last drop.  He slowly began to lift his mouth off, sucking lightly.  He gently kissed the tip before joining his lover on the pillows.

“Mmm babe, I’d rather wake up to that than an alarm clock any day.  You are amazing.”  Blaine smiled a sleepy smile and kissed his boyfriend on the lips. “I love you.  What got into you?”

“I love you too.  I got cold, and when I was trying to warm up, I dunno, I just got turned on.”

Blaine pulled Kurt close.  “But what about you?  What can I do for you?”

“Mmm babe, I wish I could.  But I have to go get ready for work.  I have to be there early to get everything ready for the party tonight.”

“I guess that’s okay.  But tonight, after the party, you are all mine.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.  Now I gotta go.”  Kurt gave Blaine a quick kiss and hopped out of the bed to throw on his clothes that were scattered on the floor.  He quickly snuck out of the room as Blaine tried to regain is composure and get up for the day.

*x*x*

“Hey Hummel.”  Santana said from the kitchen, startling Kurt.

“Morning Satan.”

“I must say Lady Face that I am impressed.”

“Why Santana?”  Kurt stopped fiddling with his shoes and turned to look for her.

“I didn’t take you for a top.”

“OH MY GOD Satan – what are you talking about?”

“Paper thin walls Kurt, paper thin walls.  We could hear everything ‘Fuck Kurt, harder, harder.’” Santana mimicked as Kurt began to turn a crimson shade of red.

“Well there is a lot you don’t know about me.”  Kurt retorted.

“Oooh I am intrigued.”

“Never going to happen Santana.  Anyway the driver will be delivering your dresses for tonight to your office around one.  Make sure you are there to sign for them.”  Kurt spun on his heels and left the apartment.

Minutes later Blaine left the bedroom, nothing but his towel around his waist headed for the shower.  “So, you are quite the screamer Triangles.”  Santana yelled down the hallway.  Blaine just laughed.  Half from embarrassment that she heard and half about the awkward conversation that he was sure she just had with Kurt.

“Make no mistake Santana; I make him scream just as loud.”  Blaine smirked and Santana went back to her coffee.

“Make me proud Blainers.”  Blaine just shook his head and went to take his shower.

*x*x*

From Kurt (9:30 AM): Hey baby, are you and Krissy coming down to my office this afternoon for her fitting?

To Kurt (9:31 AM): Absolutely.  We are leaving the office around 2. Love you. Xo

From Kurt (9:31 AM): Love you too. Xoxo

Blaine smirked and quickly buzzed out to Krissy’s desk.

“Kris, can you please bring yesterday’s figures in here please.”

“I’ll be right in Mr. Anderson.”

Minutes later Krissy bounced into Blaine’s office closing the door behind her.  She gave him the reports that she knew he really didn’t need, and sat down at the chair in front of his desk.

“Oh my God Blaine, I am so excited about tonight. I can’t believe I am going to a party at Lucky’s!  Twitter rumors are going crazy that it is going to be star studded.  I wonder if we will be at the same event as them?  How awesome would it be to party with celebs –“

“Kris, you’re rambling.”

“Sorry, I’m just excited.”

“I know.  I am too.  You are leaving with me at two for your fitting right?”

“You know it.  I can’t believe that I am going to be wearing a Kurt Hummel original.  I buy some of his clothes at Bloomingdales, but this is his exclusive line.  Maybe I can convince him to let me keep it.”

“Of course you can keep it Kris; he doesn’t design and specifically fit a dress for you not to keep it.  Santana’s entire wardrobe is originals.  You will have to return the shoes however.”

She squealed and jumped out of her chair.  “That’s okay.  But listen, I better get back to work so I can actually get out here on time.”

“Sounds good.  Lexi is all taken care of right?  Because you won’t be home til sometime in the morning.”

“Yea, my grandmother said she would watch her.  She told me to find some rich man to court.”

“No she didn’t say court.”

“Yea she did.”

“I have to meet this woman.”

“I’m sure you will.”  Blaine got up from his desk trying to walk as inconspicuously as he could over to his bookshelf which sat the right of his desk which housed all of his reports binders. But nothing gets past Krissy.

“Oh my GOD Blaine!”

Startled Blaine jumped in place turning quickly to look her way.  “What!  What happened?”

“You totally got laid last night!”  She quickly sat back in the chair.  “You have to tell me all about it.”

Blaine sat back his chair leaned back and raised an eyebrow at his friend.  “Who said I got laid last night?”

“Your walk did.  Well that, and that Strawberry Shortcake pink color your face has going on right now.  So details, now.”

“Krissy, I am not going to talk about my sex life at work.  Besides, a gentleman doesn’t fuck and tell.”

Krissy shot him her ‘not amused’ face and sighed.  “Okay fine.  But at least tell me this: was it good?”

“It was amazing.”

“So hot – uh, I mean that’s awesome babe.”

“Oh no I have two Santana’s in my life.”  Blaine groaned into his facepalm.

Krissy laugh and muttered to herself as she got up to leave.  “Maybe Santana can get it on film.”

“Krissy, I just can’t with you, go pretend to work.”  Blaine said laughing; he really does know how to pick them.

She laughed and left his office to go back to work.  Blaine reluctantly went back to his reports and started counting the minutes until he was able to escape the office.

*x*x*

As much as this party was a reunion for his friend it was a networking opportunity.  Kurt is still in the beginning stages of his career and publicity was something that was vital to his success.  Both Cooper and Mercedes would be at the party and they were making a buzz about it.  The more cameras the better, it was the only reason he was having the party at Lucky’s and not at one of their apartments.  It would be the same people, only they would be wearing fabulous clothing.  Kurt took out his phone and quickly texted Cooper.

To Cooper (9:55 AM): Your suit will be delivered to your PA by 2.  Where can the driver find her?

From Cooper (10:00 AM): I will be filming in Union Square until 4.  The trucks are parked on W 16th.  Sofia will be at the refreshment table.

To Cooper (10:01 AM): Make sure she is expecting it.  She has to sign for it.  Once the slip is signed she is responsible for it.

From Cooper (10:03 AM): I will.  She’s good.  I’ll see you tonight.

After he finished texting all of his other friends and finalizing their deliveries he decided to check the Twitterverse to see what the buzz is on there.

@MercedesJones: Finally back in NYC! Going to @LUCKYSNYC tonight with my favorite people.  Can’t wait!

@CooperAnderson: Ladies, the party will be at @LUCKYSNYC tonight.

He decided to Tweet as well.

@KurtHummel: Hard at work getting ready for tonight’s party at @LUCKYSNYC

He scrolled through some of his mentions while he took his coffee break.

@CedesArmy: @MercedesJones will be with @CooperAnderson and @KurtHummel tonight at @LUCKYSNYC #dead

@FashionsBuzz: If @KurtHummel is having a party tonight, we can only expect @MercedesJones and @CooperAnderson to be fabulous. #CantWaitForPapsPics

@jonesfan4lyfe: @MercedesJones was spotted in front of her best friend’s, one @KurtHummel, office – you know what that means!

He saw the last one and jumped from his desk and ran to the elevators.  Kurt was never ceased to be amazed by how quickly the Twitter and Tumblr worlds got the news of the happenings in his life before he even had a chance to.  He got there just as they opened revealing one Mercedes Jones, Sam Evans and Kevin – her bodyguard.

“CEDES!”  He screamed as he practically assaulted her with hugs.  “I missed you sooo much!  I am so glad you are home.  You have a lot of plans missy.”

“Oh I’m sure Boo. I missed you too.  But before we start the fitting I need some coffee.”  Kurt grabbed her hand and drug her down to his office, where he had her coffee waiting for her and his desk.  They instantly became lost in conversation.  They just chatted for the better part of a half an hour before Daisy interrupted to tell Kurt that the seamstress was ready for Mercedes in the vault.

Today has been a great day and it is not even anywhere near half over.  He got up and Mercedes followed his out of the office, them both leaving their coffees on his desk.  No food or beverages were allowed in the vault.  Ever.

When the trio got down to the vault Kurt quickly send Sam to get fitted by one of the tailors as he grabbed Mercedes by the hand and brought her into one of the private fitting rooms. 

“Well you know the routine, strip girl.”

“Bet ya never thought those words would ever come out of your mouth.” Mercedes joked as she undressed.  Kurt just laughed and nodded his head in agreement.

“Cedes, what the hell kind of grandma bra is that?”  He said laughing even harder at, what looked like, a Playtex 24 hour bra.  You know, the ones that came in a box.

“Hey, I just got off of a ridiculously long flight; the girls had to be comfortable.”

“I suppose you are excused, but if you ever wear a bra out of a box in my presence again, there will be consequences.”

“Listen white boy, how often are you really going to be seeing all of this?”

“I can tell Mercedes, I am a designer, those bras do nothing to flatter your body.”

“Fine whatever, now are you going to fit me or are you just going to stand there are and check me out in my Hanes and Playtex? “

“Speaking of which, if I ever see you in a pair of grandma panties again I’m going to fight you.”

“Again, how often are you going to see me in my panties Hummel?  Have you finally decided to reciprocate my 15 year old feelings?  Because I have to tell you, I don’t think Sam would appreciate that.”

Kurt began laughing so hard he had to hold his sides.  “I love you Cedes and God knows you are the most beautiful woman on this planet, but those and that” Kurt waved his hands motioning to her ‘womanly areas’  “do absolutely nothing for me.”  Kurt quickly grabbed the beautiful purple and black satin dress from the dust cover and lifted it over Mercedes’ head.  “Babe, you are going to have to take that bra off because I don’t even want to see those inch wide beige straps protruding from my beautiful creation.”

“Are you sure you’re ready for this jelly?”

“Babe, how many dresses have I designed for you?  Do you really think that I haven’t seen them before?”

“Well I just wanted to make sure that I wasn’t going to steal you from Blaine.”  At the mention of the name Kurt’s face instantly brightened.

“Okay boy, spill.  I want ALL of the details.”  So he did.  Mercedes has always been his confidant and knew absolutely every intimate detail about him.  Every person needs one person that they can confide in judgment free – and Mercedes was his.  She was a shoulder when he needed to cry, brought the wine when he needed to forget the world if even for a moment, and was also the first one to slap him back into reality if he needed it.  Over the next hour they sat in that private fitting room while Kurt simultaneously finished fitting her dress and spilled all the details, and by all he meant all of the details.

“Damn boy you got me all hot and bothered.  It’s a good thing I have a few hours before I have to be at the club.”

“Boo you are nasty.”

“Damn straight white boy.  Now get this beautiful thing off of me so I can put back on my busted bra and get back to my man.”

“Cedes, if I see you are wearing some busted undergarments tonight I will not hesitate to hurt you.”

“How would you even know? Planning on getting up my dress tonight?”

“Uh no, ha ha, I will be able to tell by the way the dress lies.”

“I’m just playing with you boo; now take me back to my man.”

“Oh I missed you so much.”  Kurt replied as the two exited the room to go find Sam.

*x*x*

The time for the event grew closer and, of course, Kurt was slightly panicking.  “Babe, calm down, what’s wrong?  Everything has been taken care of; all we have to do is leave now.”

“I know it’s just that I am nervous.  I mean this could mean everything for my tiny line.”

Blaine nodded and pulled his boyfriend into a hug.  He couldn’t help but to breathe in the absolutely breathtaking scent of Kurt’s cologne.  “Babe you smell so good.  I know a way I can make you calm down.”

“Not in these suits Blaine.  Don’t worry; there will be plenty of time for that later.”

An hour later Kurt, Blaine, Santana, Brittany, Rachel, Finn, Mercedes, Sam, Quinn, Cooper and Krissy were all in the stretch limo hired to take them to Lucky.  Kurt spent the entire ride texting back and forth with Daisy, whom was already at the club, making sure everything was ready for their arrival.  Kurt made a mental note to be sure to give her an amazing bonus this Christmas.  It was nothing short of a miracle that she puts up with him.

Santana sat in the far corner flirting with Brittany, pausing every now and then to make a sexually suggestive hand motion of some sort at Blaine.  Krissy sat on the opposite side of Blaine that Kurt did blushing ridiculously hard as Cooper spent the entire time flirting with her.  Mercedes, Sam and Quinn chatted about how they were going to spend the much needed month off, while the ladies touched up their makeup.  Blaine spent the entire ride, while that which wasn’t spend shooting Santana nasty looks, rubbing his hand along Kurt’s leg, completely entranced by the beautiful man to his right.  In this moment, everything was right was the world.

Before the group knew it they were pulling up in front of the club, which already had a very long line waiting for entrance.  The main door and the entry way in front of it was lined with red carpet which itself was surrounded by both the photographer that Kurt hired, Access Hollywood, E, various other media, and of course paparazzi.  The club also had barricades on the opposite line of the club which was full of fans of various members of the group.  Police and private security took their positions as the owner of the club came out to open the limo door. 

The group exited the limo, one at a time, eliciting fangirl (and boy) screams as certain someone’s got out. Lights immediately started flashing, temporarily blinding them, security leading them to their spot on the carpet.  Kurt looked over to Blaine and offered his arm.  “Ready?”  Kurt asked with a smile.

“Always.”  Blaine linked his arm in Kurt’s as they went to take their assigned spots on the carpet.  This was the most important part of the event for Kurt.  This is the part where the media gets the pictures, the only actual “public” portion of the entire night.  After these twenty five minutes were done it would be about friends, family, and laughs. 

Kurt, Mercedes, Rachel and Cooper immediately fell into picture mode; it was second nature for all of them by now.  Kurt made his round to take pictures with each of his friends, careful not to block any of the designs.  After, he quickly found Blaine, whom he had to rescue from Cooper who was excitedly showing him off to the media, and linked his arms again.  The group returned to their assigned positions to pose for several more group shots before they allowed the media to ask questions.

Kurt spoke proudly of his new elegant nightclub line while Mercedes answered questions regarding her tour.  Rachel even got the opportunity to talk about her leaving Broadway, any opportunity to talk about herself Rachel adored.

“Cooper!  This is the first time you have worn a Hummel original, I must say you look absolutely dashing, but what made you pick Kurt over the Armani you normally wear?”

“Well, it’s not the first time I have won Kurt’s clothing, I own quite a bit of his casual line.  But, Kurt here is family now, and even more so he is absolutely amazing at what he does.  Did you know that he fitted this for me himself?  It’s perfect.  In fact, Kurt will be custom designing my suit for the People’s Choice Awards 2013.”  Kurt looked at him in shock; this was not something he was expecting.  He wanted to tackle hug Cooper right then and there, but the thought of wrinkling either one of their suits before they even got inside held him back.

After the media was satisfied Cooper, Rachel, and Mercedes went to sign a few autographs and take some pictures with the fans by the barricades before heading inside.  The group of friends, and family, partied until last call.

*x*x*

The two men walk through the door of Blaine’s apartment, one just slightly tipsier than the other.  It certainly had been a long night and both men were tired of being in the confines of those expensive, perfectly tailored suits.  They made their way to the bedroom, both stumbling over nothing and giggling at the cat calls they were getting from Santana.

They quickly lose their suits, both of them too hungry for more that they didn’t notice that the door wasn’t closed all the way.

Needy and passion filled kissed were shared as they fell back on the bed.  They somehow managed to scoot all the way to the head of the bed where Blaine sat with his back against the headboard.  Kurt straddled his lap, two sets of hands exploring willing bodies.

"What do you want baby?" Kurt growled into Blaine's ear.  The rough edge of Kurt's voice went right to Blaine's cock which began to twitch in anticipation

"I want you to ride me, just like this."

"Ok," he purred "but no touching let me do everything."

Blaine couldn't help but groan as Kurt reached over to the bedside table and took out the lube.  He watched him as he slowly began to prepare himself and Good god, Kurt was going to be the death of him.  But at least I’ll die a very happy man.

*x*x*

Santana, Brittany, Krissy, and Cooper continued the party in the living room of the apartment.  Tequila was being passed around - fuck shots, just pass the bottle - and tomfoolery ensued.  All four of them were completely plastered and decided that it would be just the right time to watch TV.  They all haphazardly threw themselves on top of each other on the couch.  Limbs were intertwined with random limbs, none of the girls particularly caring what was popping out of what area of their dresses. 

Cooper was in heaven; there were three amazingly beautiful women, all with amazing bodies, sprawled out in front of him.  He began to snap pictures of the heap of beautiful women on the couch as they laughed and awkwardly posed. 

"Uh guys.  Kurt's going to kill us if we ruining these dresses." Brittany spoke up as Roseanne yelled at Dan on the TV. 

"Yea, let's go change.  Krissy do you, uh, do -do you, um, want some s-sweats?" Santana stuttered as she attempted to untangle herself from the puppy pile. 

"Yea. Um, help me up!" She shrieked a little louder than she had meant to. Yup, they were all plastered

"Hey ladies, can I join you in there?"

"Uh, NO!" all three shouted and they held on to each other for balance as they stumbled to the girls' room.

When they were changed they decided to head back to the kitchen for more shots when they heard it.  “God Blaine! Right there - shit!"  All three attempted to sneak over to Blaine's door for a better listen. 

"Shit, the door's uh-open" Santana slurred. "Britt go get my phone!" She 'whispered' to her girlfriend.  Brittany quickly grabbed the phone and ran back to the other two women who we silently giggling against the wall.

Krissy tried to nonchalantly look through the crack in the door but lost her balance falling over with a thump.  She quickly jumped up and Santana and Brittany look places next to her.  They were truly a sight to see, Krissy's head was about two feet off the floor as she leaned on all fours, Santana's just above hers, with Brittany standing peaking over Santana.

Santana quickly pressed record on her iPhone and stuck it right level with the bed in the crack of the door.  "Finally, I've been waiting years fuh this." Santana said silently as all women tried to remain quiet. 

The show they were getting was short of amazing. Blaine, still sat against the headboard and Kurt was, riding him reverse cowgirl-boy – his back arched all the way, kissing Blaine desperately in an alcohol fueled flurry. 

"Fuck Blaine, I'm going to come."

"Fuck baby, do it, come just from my cock." Blaine growled before nipping at his ear.  Kurt sped up his movements and rode Blaine as hard as he could.  Within what seemed like seconds he coming. Blaine; however, wasn’t done yet.

Cooper quickly got bored of Roseanne and went to go see what the fuck was taking the girls so long.  He looked in the hall and saw them all stacked like a totem pole, unconsciously swaying side to side, giggling at Blaine's door.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He hissed and Santana waved her arm at him signaling him to shush.  Cooper walked over to the door and peered in just in time to see Blaine push Kurt onto all fours and start fucking him.  "Oohhh." He quipped and shrugged and turned back to go find something else to watch on TV.

Santana dropped her phone just as Blaine was coming which caused the girls to jump back and scramble out of the door frame before the boys caught them.  They quickly got up and ran to the living room where they broke out into fits of laughter.

"Oh my God, that was so fucking hot." Santana sighed and Brittany and Krissy just nodded and went back to watching TV, their buzz quickly starting to fade.

*x*x*

The next morning Blaine and Kurt stumble out of bed towards the kitchen, both with slight headaches, in search of coffee.  Kurt stared the coffee maker as Blaine went to go see if the girls were awake and wanted any.  What he walked into just confused the hell out of him.  Laid out in a tangled heap on Santana and Brittany’s bed was Santana and Brittany, of course, along with Krissy and his brother.

"What the fuck went on in here last night?" Blaine asked loudly into the room.

"Nothing as interesting as what happened in your room last night Hobbit."  Santana grumbled as she tried to sit up, the sun filling the room and hurting her eyes.

"Yea little brother, I must say, I'm quite proud."

Blaine paled and quickly responded. "What are you two getting on about?"

"You know exactly what they are getting on about Anderson.  Fuck that was like the hottest thing I've ever seen!"  Krissy retorted sitting up.  “Ow shit, my back.”  She mumbled as she tried to untangle herself from the knots of arms and legs.  A queen size bed is not big enough for four people, two of whom are 5’8 and 6’0.

Kurt heard bits and pieces of the conversation and curiosity convinced him to see what in the world they were talking about.

“HUMMEL!”  Santana yelled when Kurt came in the room.  “Shit, I always thought you were packing, but GOD DAMN boy no wonder you had Triangles screaming the other night.”

“Um what?”  Both Kurt and Blaine blushed while staring at their friends –and brother- sitting on the bed.

“I mean shit Lady Face that shit was so fucking hot it made my lady loins tingle.”

“You saw us having sex?”  Kurt squeaked and Blaine tried not to laugh.

“Yup, got some video too, quality is shit, but I have been waiting years for this.”  Santana replied climbing over the body’s on the bed to stand up.

“Yea, I told Tana that we should mix is with my old Lord Tubbington videos like I did with ours and sell it on the internet.”  The other five people in the room just stared at Brittany for a moment before returning to their conversation.

“You filmed us?  What? Why?”

“Next time close the door if you don’t want to step into the finer life of voyeurism.”

“Little brother, I stand amazed.”

“Oh my fucking goodness- you too?  Seriously?”

“Chill Squirt, I just walked over to see what these beautiful women were up to and I saw you bend Kurt over – and well then I walked away and started watching Amish Mafia.”

Both Blaine and Kurt were mortified.  “I want to see the video, give me your phone Satan.”  Kurt demanded.  Santana handed over her phone and the two men watched the dark, grainy video. 

“Well shit babe, they have a point that was fucking hot.”  Blaine grinned at his boyfriend who playfully smacked his arm in return.

“Next time make sure your door is shut Anderson.”

“I didn’t see you making sure it was shut.”

“Oh my God guys, you are so sickly sweet even when you bicker that you are giving me cavities.”  Santana said snidely at the two as she drops her pants and takes off her bra.

“Santana what are you doing?”  Kurt almost shouted as he covered his eyes with his hand.

“Oh relax Hummel, they are just boobs.  I didn’t buy them not to show them off.  I’m going to go take a shower.”  As Blaine side-eyed his roommate, one eyebrow raised, the other Anderson brother smirked in the corner.  I really need to come here more often.