Once they had their fill on Breadsticks after school the 4 all met at Brittany’s house. The boys were ready to go, but the girls insisted they come over as fashion consultants; they felt they needed their assistance to be properly “unicorned”. �Kurt arrived first and he felt like it was the prom dress dry run all over.... just a little sluttier. Santana skipped around in a barely there dress, while Brittany was changing in the bathroom.
Kurt wore a grey button down shirt with a bolo tie. He paired this with his best, most expensive pair of black skinny jeans and his black metallic Dr. Marten boots. �The look was quite toned down for Kurt, almost anti-Kurt. He looked down on his outfit, thinking he should have rhinestones somewhere, but sub-consciously he didn’t want to stand out too much at the bar. They needed to blend in, in fear of getting caught and thrown out.
“So are you and Blaine going to finally park it in each other tonight?”
Brittany exited the bathroom in a skimpy little pink dress, just in time for Kurt to choke on Santana’s comment. Kurt didn’t even get a chance to respond.
“Tame the hose monster?” Brittany added without skipping a beat.
Kurt’s face was suddenly burning, he still had no comment.
“Look,” Santana said, perching down on the bed beside him, “we are drinking tonight, inhibitions will be set free.” It’s not like she had to explaining this to him, but the visuals in Kurt’s mind did not help her next comment “Are you going to suck his cock or not Hummel?”
At that moment the doorbell rang. Part of him felt relieved he didn’t have to actually answer Santana, but he knew that was Blaine and now the burning in his cheeks was becoming a burning in his pants. “I’ll get it Brit.” �She smirked at him as before she turned through the door.
Kurt quickly shuffled around, changing how he was sitting, even grabbed a cushion for extra pre-caution. Brittany chuckled at him. “It must suck being a boy. �We don’t need to hide our lady boners”
As if almost on cue, Santana guided Blaine through the door to Brittany’s room right as Brittany ended her sentence.
Kurt’s eyes flashed over to Blaine, afraid he heard her, but having heard Brittany say the oddest things before, Blaine just chose to ignore her before sitting next to Kurt.
“Well don’t you look comfy, hugging that unicorn cushion”. Blaine leaned in for what Kurt expected to be a quick peck on his cheek, but was quickly surprised to feel his lips on his jaw line, just under his ear. The breath from Blaine’s nose tickled that small moist spot as he pulled away and Kurt clenched the unicorn cushion. �“Hi you. You look fantastic.”

Kurt exhaled as he spoke. �“As do you sir”.

Blaine was wearing one of his many pairs of boat shoes; sockless of course, skinny jeans; rolled up of course and a green long-sleeved button up shirt; completed with a bow tie of course.

“Well Blaine, you missed the fashion show, but I think we are ready to go.” Another smirk creeped from the side of her mouth and she made eye contact with Kurt, “ready Kurt?”
Kurt glared at her, stabbing her with his pupils.

“I’m ready!” Brittany chirped in as she twirled in front of her mirror.