Brittany and Santana darted away almost instantly. It was like they had done this plenty of time before.

Kurt stared around the small bar with Blaine’s eyes following his path. The two didn’t know which way to go first, but settled on the coat check once they both saw the sign.

“Drink?” Kurt asked Blaine, spotting the shirtless bartenders in the back corner.
Blaine was in his own world for a second. He had been so isolated at his schools as 1 of a pair of barely out gay kids and now, now he was surrounded by tons of gay guys. They were all just so seemingly out and proud; paired off dancing, making out right in front of him. With the music surrounding him, he felt like he was just watching another TV show in the dark at 3am on Saturday morning. He almost missed what Kurt asked, but managed to respond.
“Definitely.” He took a deep breath and held tight to Kurt’s hand once it was taken by his boyfriend. As they pushed their way through the crowd they realized that this would be the first time he would actually see Kurt drinking. He was pretty sure Kurt had never actually been drunk before, but knew what kind of drunk impression he had made after Rachel’s house party. Blaine decided he would take it easy tonight, just drink enough to feel a little more at ease and enjoy himself. “I wonder where Brit and Santana went….”
“I am sure we will find them in a bit.” Kurt responded as they approached the bar. “Two Smirnoff Ice” he requested as he pulled a $20 bill out of wallet. Kurt really didn’t know mixed drinks yet, so he stuck to the easy stuff that came in a bottle. He knew Blaine liked beer, but he really didn’t and didn’t even want to taste it coming from Blaine’s mouth, so having paid, he decided Blaine was drinking the same as him.
“Aw, thank you baby” Blaine gave Kurt a small wink as he took his own bottle and wrapped his arm around Kurt’s hip. “So…” he let out a chuckle before continuing, “now what?”
Kurt laughed along with him, taking in the humor that not only were they totally amateur at this situation, but totally didn’t belong due to age. “Here, let’s sit first… and just, take it in.” He brushed his hand across Blaine’s back and around his waist, guiding him towards an empty table.
Blaine’s back tingled with Kurt’s touch. It was one to have the touch of the person who he loved, but the added atmosphere just added to it. As he sat he caught glimpse in the corner of the venue of two guys making out, heavily. He didn’t even realize he was staring as the darker haired adult pressed who Blaine only hoped to be his own boyfriend into the wall, throwing his hand up his shirt. He swallowed and broke his gaze once he realized the effect of wearing pants as tight as he had made on what he was witnessing. He was grateful though, that even though he may be slightly uncomfortable, at least everything was being held down snugly.

He was about to say anything to Kurt, just to break his own tension and also because he is sure he was caught for watching two other guys rather than paying attention to his own boyfriend, but caught Kurt in the act as well.
Kurt was watching two guys, grinding on the dance floor, just over Blaine’s shoulder. The taller of the two was basically devouring the other guy’s neck and shoulder while basically thrusting himself against the other waist. Kurt was greatly trying to make it seem like he wasn’t staring, but it was difficult. His brain was desperately curious to know what it would be like to have Blaine dig his teeth into his neck like that. He remembered the kiss Blaine left under his ear earlier that night. He imagined if that kiss continued with Blaine running his tongue down his jaw to his neck. Watching these strangers made the idea a lot more appealing then awkward wet, tickling mess he thought a moment like that would be. “God, what happened to holding hands being the hottest thing?” He thought as his brain quickly snapped to himself one year ago. “Blaine’s touch is sexy, but this? I want all of this. God, if I could just-“
“Wandering eye?”
Kurt’s thoughts were not just interrupted by the stiffening in his pants, but Blaine’s voice. Blaine’s voice. Shit, was he talking out loud. Was he talking too Blaine? His pupils whipped back to lock a gaze with honey hazel eyes across from him.
Blaine chuckled as he watched Kurt’s brain attempt to collect its thoughts behind those insanely blue eyes. “I’m kidding!”
Kurt exhaled, finally, adding what might have been a nervous laugh. “God it’s just so … much.” He finished as he looked back over Blaine’s shoulder.
“I know. I have been watching these two.” Blaine guided Kurt’s eyes over his own shoulder with his gaze. “I’m thinking if he presses this guy into the wall any harder we may need to call security… or an ambulance.”
Kurt laughed, thankful for Blaine’s joke breaking any tension. He took the last sip from his bottle.
“When did you drink that whole thing?”
Kurt looked at his bottle, before realizing he literally had been sucking his bottle clean while toiled up in his own tormenting thoughts. He looked down at Blaine’s bottle before he responded, finding it less than a quarter full. “While you were busy drinking yours.” He pointed the other bottle out with his own.
“Shit…”
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