CHAPTER 2

"That's a wrap people!" Kurt said exhausted.

Working as the choreographer to an off-Broadway version of Wicked is harder than he expected it to be. But hey, it paid the bills.

"So Kurt, what are you doing tonight?" Michael one of the dancers asked.

"Not too sure, why?" Kurt replied raising one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows.

"Oh, I was just wondering if you fancied, you know, getting together?" He winked.

Michael Dawson.

One of Kurt's many flings, but he's kept this one on for a bit longer due to the fact he worked with him and they could easily get off in the changing rooms.

But why does he feel like Michael wants more than sex?

Kurt has never wanted more than that.

Well at least since Connor.

Snapping out of his depressing thoughts of the past, he looked back at Michael, who had a hopeful look in his eyes. He's never had that before, its always been lust, Kurt thought.

"In what way do you mean get together?" Kurt questioned.

"Erm...go out for a drink?" Michael basically whispered.

Go out for a drink, Kurt thought.

Oh, sweet grilled chessus, was Michael asking him out on a date?

As if he'd seen the confusion and fear in Kurt's features Michael quickly chimed in,

"Not a date though! I mean, just a drink. You look like you need to...relax."

That was the thing he wanted, the sultry sound to Michael's voice.

Maybe some getting off would clear his head.

Kurt agreed. Michael told Kurt to meet him at a club called 'Rose' at 8pm.

Heading home for a shower he bumped into two of his best mates, Becky and Sara.

"Why hello my best bitch!" Becky said as she hugged him,

"Where you off to on this fine Monday evening?"

"Hello to you to hoe. I'm off to shower then going out for a drink!" He said with a tight smile, "You two?"

"Well we are going to 'Lasers' they have a dollar a shot night and we're looking to get pretty wasted! Work is tiring!" Sara said with a sigh.

"As you're going out for a drink, why not join us?"

Kurt completely spaced out.

Lasers.

That's where he saw him, the hazel eyes, the curly hair, the brightest smile that could easily light up a room...

"Earth to Kurt?" Becky said, clicking her fingers in front of his face.

"Oh-oh, erm, no, I can't. I'm going to 'Rose' with Michael."

"No-freaking-way!" Sara screamed,

"Are you like, going on a date with him? I thought he was your, so-to-say,'fuck buddy'?"

"Oh god no! Not a date. Just. A. Drink." He punctuated each word to get his point across.

"Oh, oh Sara! Did you hear that? JUST A DRINK, Sara, enlighten our Kurtsie here on his 'Just a drink' scenarios, will you? " Becky said with a humorous tone.

"With pleasure" Sara purred.

"So, you and whichever dude you're going out with tonight will go to a club. You will order shots to boost your confidence because you hate life. Then when you're tipsy you will get up and dance with him. Then invite him back to your place, where sexual activities will occur. Then the next day you will wake up and tell him "Thanks" then ask him to leave politely.

Usually around 11am-12pm that day either, Me, Becky, Suzanna or Roxie will get a text saying these exact words.

"Ahhh, my head. Come over and bitch with me."

To which we will all come over, using your spare key and I will make you my 'Sara e-specialty' which will make you feel less sick. Then we will have Margaritas and blame the world for our ever so shit love lives. Did I get everything Beck?"

"I think that about covers it, don't you Kurt?" She said with a huge grin.

"Oh, shut up you two! You know you love my afternoon hangover texts! It gives you all a reason to drink!" He stated with an eye roll.

"Now let me go and get showered otherwise no drinks for you tomorrow as I won't have time to get drunk, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," Becky said, "See you at midday tomorrow my beauty."

"And if it doesn't come to that, tell us how this 'drink' went, at Wednesday practice. Sara said sweetly

"Adios."

And with a kiss on the cheek from both of them he started back on his route home.

Once showered and dressed he headed off to Rose to meet Michael.

He was regretting this in a way, but if it came to Michael implying anymore then sex, he'd just let him down gently.

Or as gently as he could.

Stepping into the club he felt at ease.

There's nothing better than a bunch of people getting absolutely wasted and rubbing up on each other.

Yep, places like this were Kurt's second home.

"Hey!" Michael called from near the bar.

Kurt made his way over, walking as gracefully as ever.

"Hi." He replied slightly breathlessly.

Why was he nervous, this was a casual drink with someone he was hoping to get a little something off.

"Drink?" Michael asked, shaking his cup around.

"Yeah, some shots maybe?"

"Great choice."

Around 7 shots later Kurt was starting to feel the all too familiar buzz set in. He was looking around the club for someone to dance with, and then he remembered he was here with Michael.

Oh God, Michael! He was talking.

"Well? Do you want to?"

"Want to what sorry?" Kurt replied, genuinely confused.

"Dance? You know, where you move your feet to the beat?" He laughed.

"Oh, oh, no, I don't want to right now." Kurt slurred.

He peered round the club once more when his eyes fell on a man with curly hair.

It was him, hazel eyes, bright smile. Oh god, he's here. At the same club, once again.

'Should I approach him?' Kurt thought.

'I don't even know if he's gay.'

The man began to move and boy could he dance. His hips were swaying to the beat, his arms moving around like mad, but it seemed like in a controlled fashion on his case. He began to grind the air and if it wasn't the sexiest thing Kurt had ever seen, he would definitely be lying. The man began stumbling towards the stage as the current singer stepped off.

Oh sweet God, he was going to sing.

"Hiiiiii, everybody," he slurred.

"I'm Blaine and I'm gonna sing for you all! Listen up." Blaine winked and the song begun.

"Blaine." Kurt said.

"What?" Michael questioned.

"Why are you saying that guy's name?"

'To see how it sounds coming from me' he thought,

"Oh, just an unusual name."

Wow, Kurt was getting really good at lying.

"One! Two! Three! One, Two, Three, Four!" Blaine shouted.

The music began and he was caressing the microphone stand and jumping across the stage. Kurt couldn't take his eyes off of him.

"You are the girlllllll that I've been dreaming of. Ever since I was a little girl.

You are the girllllll that I've been dreaming of ever since, ever since.

(One) I'm biting my tongue, (two) he's kissing on you, (three) oh why can't you see? One! Two Three! Four!

The words on the street and it's on the newsss, I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you!"

His voice was beautiful, but Kurt could tell already, This guy was most definitely straight. He was bending down towards all the girls, making them swoon.

Well who wouldn't swoon at this guy? He was positively breathtaking!

"Word's on the streets and it's on the news: I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you He's got two left feet and he bites my moves I'm not gonna teach him how to dance, dance, dance, dance!

The second I do, I know we're gonna be through I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you He don't suspect a thing, I wish he'd get a clue I'm not gonna teach him how to dance, dance, dance, dance!"

Blaine finished the song, falling on his knees and throwing his head back in pure bliss.

The only thoughts that went through Kurt's head were, if only HE could make Blaine feel that blissful. He turned around to see Michael staring at his drink.

He took a plunge.

"Hey, Mike?"

"Yeah?"

" Wanna go back to mine?" Kurt said with a wink.

"Y-yeah sure!" Michael grinned, and they were off.

During the cab ride back to Kurt's, Michael kept rubbing his hands up and down Kurt's thighs, it truly wasn't as much of a turn on as it used to be. But he was trying to think thoughts to get him aroused, he just needed to get off and then get his head straight.

As soon as they stepped into Kurt's apartment, Michael pinned him against the door and began kissing down his neck and moaning.

"Oh Kurt you don't know how good it feels to be here with you, you teaching us to dance while wearing those leotards gets me sexually frustrated! God! I just wanna taste you."

Kurt wasn't the one to kiss a fling, but he knew Michael liked kissing so he pushed him down onto the couch and straddled his lap.

"Michael," he breathed into his ear

"You don't know how badly I need you to taste me. I'm gonna cum so hard down your throat you'll nearly choke!"

He grabbed Michael's face in between his hands and kissed him fiercely. He knew they'd need air very soon if they kept kissing this rough, but he needed this escape. Michael tongue slid along his lower lip and he wasted no time at all to give it entrance. Tongues battled for dominance, sloppy and rough. Michael began to rock up into Kurt and Kurt's breath caught in his throat, he needed to cum and to cum very soon. He rocked back town into Michael with so much force that he made him groan in pain and pleasure. Michael flipped them over and got on his knees in front of Kurt. He began undoing Kurt's buttons to his shirt and began sucking on his collar bone.

"No, No B-Michael! I can't wait any longer! Suck me off now!" He screamed.

Michael obliged and dropped his hand to his jeans, fumbling with the button.

Kurt had to help out in the end otherwise this was going to go nowhere.

He lifted his hips up and allowed Michael to pull them down, along with his boxers to his knees.

He looked down at Michael with lust filled eyes. The younger man was just examining his cock like it was a magical creature. He grabbed his face.

"Are you gonna do this or not, because if you don't I need to jerk off before I die!"

Michael didn't answer, he just slid his mouth straight over Kurt's long length and Kurt automatically threaded his fingers through his hair. If there was one thing other then dancing Michael was good at, it was giving great blow jobs.

He pushed Michael's head down a bit so he could take the whole of his length. The man hollowed his cheeks and relaxed his throat like an expert and his nose was pressed up against Kurt's belly button.

"Argggg, yes. Suck it. Now." Kurt panted.

Michael started bobbing up and down at a slow pace, he's tongue seemed to be drawing patterns over the underside of his dick and it was driving him wild.

Michael's pace began to speed up and Kurt felt the heat coil in his stomach, he knew he was close.

At least with Michael he didn't have to warn him, this guy swallowed every time, no objections.

He looked down to see Michael staring up at him eyes blown with lust.

Michael's eyes were blue, but right now all he could see was hazel.

Hazel eyes, curly hair, this was an illusion.

Was he getting sucked off by Blaine and not Michael?

How could this be possible?

His orgasm was coming fast, he closed his eyes and threw his head back, coming harder than he ever came before, with only one word coming out of his mouth.

"BLAINEEEEEEEE!"

He got sucked through his orgasm, and when he was finally at ease he opened his eyes to see Michael staring at him with tears at the corners of his eyes.

"Who's, who's B-Blaine?" He sniffed.

"That guy from the club? Are you seeing him?"

A tear slipped down his cheek and Kurt froze. He had just shouted Blaine's name. He never shouted anyone's name when coming, it was like a trait he had perfected and now this happened.

"Oh, no, no,no, I'm not Michael, I swear!"

Why is he giving him confirmation, he doesn't need to, it's not like they're together.

"Why are you crying?"

"Kurt, I-I just, really like you. I want more then all this. Don't get me wrong the sex is great . But I just want you to be screaming MY name. All the time. I want to be your boyfriend Kurt." Michael sobbed.

This was the thing Kurt was worried about, a fling getting attached. He had practiced a speech he would give if it happened, and now, it looked like show time.

"Michael, hey, look at me. You're a really great guy seriously, but I'm not looking for that. You know what I'm like, I'm all about sex and nothing else. I haven't had a boyfriend since senior year, I won't be getting one anytime soon. That just ain't me. I really don't think we should see each other like this anymore. We will obviously see each other because I work with you, but I mean, in a sexual way. If a boyfriend is what you're looking for, I'm most definitely not it. I'm sorry if this hurts you, but I guess it's just the way it has to be."

Michael was looking at him strangely, no longer crying.

"Kurt, me and you have been doing this for around 6 months. And never, never have you EVER called out someone's name. Not even during sex. I KNOW you, you're hung up on that guy we saw at the club aren't you? You want him! You think he's better than me. He's better in bed isn't he? You think he's hotter than me and you think-"

"MICHAEL SHUT UP!" Kurt screamed.

"I don't know the guy okay! It's probably because it's such a weird name that it got caught in my mind! You really need to leave. I'll talk to you when you've calmed down. But there's no way in heaven or hell you and me can be together in any way anymore. I tried to be nice, but you just made it hard. I'll see you at work on Thursday. Just go."

He pointed towards the door, and even though it seemed reluctant, Michael got up and left. He dragged himself off the couch and went to get a glass of water.

How could someone he doesn't even know penetrate all of his thoughts?

It just couldn't be possible. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and sent a text to Becky and Sara.

'Girls, tomorrow is on. Bring all the margaritas you can manage, and bring Suz and Roxie. I've got something to tell you, and they sure as hell won't wanna miss this. Love you.'

He stripped himself off and climbed into bed. If he dreamt of Blaine tonight, at least there would be a face with a name this time.