The time on Thursday came and went, leaving a disappointed Kurt when Blaine hadn’t made the call that night. But Blaine had other things to worry about that night. He didn’t know what he’d gotten himself into until it was too late. Some drunk asshole in the bar spewed one too many gay slurs and Blaine was throwing punches. They were pretty evenly matched but Blaine was quite a bit smaller. He was used to that, though. It made it easier to dodge. Except he was four shots under on top of a few beers. It was a busy drinking night for him.

Blaine was brought to jail in handcuffs, as was his opponent. As luck had it, a couple of cops were doing their rounds and happened upon their silly little bar brawl. How the guy even knew he was gay was beyond him. He wasn’t really dressing the part these days. Maybe he didn’t know. Maybe he was just trying to ruffle some feathers. But it hit Blaine too deep and he didn’t like it. So, he threw the first punch.

The look on that man’s face was unbelievably perfect to Blaine. The mix of confusion and surprise thrilled him. Blaine had the upper hand, not to mention he wasn’t nearly as smashed as him. But that didn’t mean he didn’t get a few good punches in himself. Blaine had a split lip and shiner, but he wore them proudly.

Bail was ridiculous, but it was posted and that’s all that mattered. He sat in the cold cell debating how to go about this. It was a cold and lonely moment as he went through a list of people in his head. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed out loud. There was no one. At least, no one who would come and bail him out…not again.

Blaine had very few people he considered friends. There was Wes, who also moved to New York around the same time he did. Then, there was Carson, who he’d met in his freshman year of college. There was also a drawer full of phone numbers from pretty girls he’d met. And Cooper, but he’d never give him the satisfaction of finding him locked up in the slammer.

He was led to the sorry little phone on the wall for the inmates and found himself dialing the first number that racked through his brain. The number he hadn’t even know he’d memorized.

“Hello?” Came the slightly hesitant voice on the other end.

“Kurt?” Blaine said. “I’m really sorry to do this to you….this is Blaine.” There was silence on the other end. Calling your few-time internet sex toy wasn’t exactly normal protocol, but it was all Blaine had.

“Blaine?” Was all he could manage.

“Yes. I have to ask a really really big favor of you. You can say no, but I’d really appreciate it if you came through for me.” He said. Sweet talking Blaine came out, despite the fact that he saw Kurt as more than just someone to sweet talk.

“Alright, I’m listening.” Kurt said.

“I need you to bail me out of jail.” He sounded slightly ashamed, even though he wanted to sound confident.

“Oh shit…Okay. Okay, yeah. I’ll come.” He said. If insomnia had ever been a blessing, it was now. At least he was agreeing to this while he was more than awake.

Blaine was actually surprised he agreed. “Thank you, Kurt. So much. I’ll pay you back, with interest, even.”

“Hush, Blaine. I’m on my way, okay?” Kurt said.

“Time is up anyways. Thank you thank you thank you.” With that, Blaine hung up and was led back to his cold cell with his new, friendly roommate.

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Kurt had been incredibly surprised by the call from Blaine. First, there was the realization that Kurt had never outright given Blaine his phone number. He wasn’t stupid, he knew it was in his email signature, but it just seemed so weird. Second, there was the fact that he had been called in the first place. Blaine called him, instead of anyone else he could have called.  Part of him was terrified, part hesitant, and part…excited.

Kurt had convinced himself that he and Blaine would never meet in person. He felt comfortable doing the things they’d done because they weren’t going to be together face to face other than on skype. Kurt felt like he could be whatever he wanted when he video-chatted with Blaine. He felt accepted and excited. He knew it was part of Blaine’s job, but he didn’t have to do it they way he had. Especially after their most recent call. The intense eye contact had left Kurt in a haze of post-orgasm emotions. He’d told himself over and over that he’d imagined the connection. But now…now things were different. Now, Blaine was asking Kurt to come bail him out of jail. It was kind of hard to tell himself that the connection was one-way after that.

He took his time getting ready. He wasn’t one to sympathize with a law breaker, but Blaine hadn’t told him what he done. He couldn’t assume he’d done something ridiculously bad. Maybe it had all been a mix up. That’s what Kurt told himself as he combed through his hair. He wouldn’t go out all willy-nilly with out a bit of prep. No matter the situation. With Blaine on the other hand of his adventure out, he had to look good. He’d never once wanted to look as presentable as he did today, and so he did.

He used a concealer to cover the dark circles under his eyes, and a moisturizer to tighten his skin. He couldn’t even remember what clothes he’d pulled on, but he trusted his instincts enough to know that it was something he wouldn’t mind. As he walked out the door, he tied the knot on his scarf and shoved his hands in his pockets. The address he’d found wasn’t too far, and Kurt’s car was too much of a hassle, so he settled on a cab  Blaine could deal a cab.

He had to check the address written on the scrap of paper multiple times because the building just didn’t look like a jail. As he stepped in, it was completely different, though. It was almost like a southern small town sheriff’s office he’d seen in TV shows. There were four holding cells in the back, more than likely this was where they took the small crime offenders who weren’t enough of a hassle. Then again, he was far enough out of the city that maybe this was just the norm. Kurt didn’t deal with jail enough to really know the difference.

There was a secretary up front who told him that someone would be with him soon, so he nodded and ventured toward the cells. One cell held a woman who looked to be in her thirties, who was passed out in the corner, another held a kid who gave him a dirty look, the third held a man who looked a little hammered, and the fourth was a matt of curls and the back of whom he could only assume was Blaine.

He was surprised he’d gotten this far with out someone telling him to back off. It was weird, but questioning it didn’t really get him anywhere. So, instead, he stood outside of Blaine’s cell, trying to figure out what to say as he stared at those messy curls. He didn’t have to, though. He watched as Blaine slowly turned his head around. From where he was sitting, his puppy-dog eyes were unmistakable. Apparently, Blaine had been caught off-guard too, because he just stared back silently.

It wasn’t uncomfortable, really, like it should have been. Instead, it was like they were sharing a moment. Kurt felt like there was an electric current between them. What felt like decades was only a few seconds and Kurt’s mouth was moving faster than his brain.

“I can’t believe I’m here right now,” He said, still staring.

“Me either…” Blaine responded softly. He slowly stood up and walked to the bars. His hands rested on them. “You can come closer, I won’t bite.” He said with a teasing smile.

Kurt blushed and chuckled, glad the electric current had been grounded and he took a few steps closer.

“We’ve probably only got another minute before you’re yelled at for being back here. Can I make another request?” Blaine’s voice was slightly urgent, but also hopeful.

“…I’ll consider.” Kurt said, biting his lip.

“I’ve always wanted to kiss someone through the bars.” Blaine said. The way he said it made it sound like he was genuine, that he really had always had this silly little fantasy, but Blaine was trying to hide the fact that his fantasy was really just Kurt’s perfectly supple lips.

Kurt’s blush was darkening as he debated it. “You want me to kiss you through the bars?” He clarified.

Blaine chuckled. “It’s stupid, I know.”

“No…it’s not. It’s actually...really hot.” Kurt laughed softly at himself before taking another step forward. “I guess I could do that…” It was hard to fight that he just really wanted to kiss Blaine, too. Their eyes met again as Kurt’s hands reached up to grasp the bars between them. Another step closer and they were face to face.

“Are you sure? I mean, you don’t have you.” Blaine said. Kurt could feel his breath and it drove him mad.

“I’m positive. It’s just a kiss.” He murmured slightly. Blaine didn’t hesitate. He covered the distance between them as quickly as he could and Kurt responded just the same.

The second their lips touched, Kurt was lost. He’d had his share of first kisses, but nothing that could compare to this. Maybe it was the long build up, or the surprise, or just Blaine being a talented kisser, but this was by far Kurt’s favorite. But it hardly lasted long enough because as soon as it stared, Kurt was pulled away by an officer almost twice his size.

“Good little boys don’t belong back here.” He said in his gruff, authoritative voice.

“S-sorry, I’m sorry.” Kurt said, shaking slightly. It wasn’t from fear, but instead the exhilaration of the kiss still building through him. The rest was a haze. Signing some papers, paying the bail and waiting for Blaine all went by so quickly. It was just a fuzzy piece of nothing.

Blaine jogged outside to meet him, his cocky grin in place as he wrapped his arms around Kurt from behind. Kurt jumped but slowly relaxed. As much of a stranger as he was, his arms felt so familiar.

“Thank you so much, Kurt.” Blaine started, planting a kiss on Kurt’s cheek and letting go of his grip around him. “I’m so glad I could count on you….even if this whole situation is weird.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Kurt said with a soft smile. He simply couldn’t register that Blaine was standing right here, in front of him, in real life. It felt too easy. Too…unreal.

“Hey, you look like you could use some coffee.” Blaine said. “How about I buy you a cup?” Kurt couldn’t help his smile.

“Y-yeah, yeah, I love coffee.” Kurt said.

“ Well, what are you waiting for?”  Blaine said, walking backwards to face him. He’d never admit it, but he was scared to death. Of Kurt being right here, with him now.

“Oh…” Kurt chuckled slightly as he realized his boots were practically glued to the pavement. “Coming.” He jogged to keep up, never taking his eyes off of Blaine. He was afraid he’d disappear if he decided to blink. He couldn’t believe he was actually here, actually with the one person who’d given him butterflies since Finn Hudson, which was a joke these days. It all just felt like a dream. And maybe it was, but be that the case, Kurt didn’t want to wake up any time soon.