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Be My Muse: Chapter 28


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Story: Complete - Chapters: 35/35 - Created: May 30, 2012 - Updated: Aug 30, 2012
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Author's Notes: Warnings for alchohol consumption.

When Blaine walked into the club, Kurt's hand firmly in his own, he was welcomed back by several people like some sort of hero. It didn't matter much though, every person only looked vaguely familiar and he couldn't remember any names so that was reason enough to assume that they were from that crowd and therefore made them no one of importance. Cooper hovered at their side like a bodyguard during the bemusing interactions when in actuality Cooper as a bodyguard was lacking because it was likely he couldn't throw a punch as well as Blaine could anyway.


It was overwhelming at first, to be in a place packed with strangers after weeks of only having Kurt, Cooper, Trace and Dr Lin for company. Truth be told it made him more than a little anxious to be in that kind of environment again, head filled with the buzzing of the baseline and the heady sent of sweat and alcohol. His palms started to sweat and he kept Kurt close for a while, not quite willing to trust himself yet, unable to forget the euphoric rush he used to feel every night here, he'd tried everything in the book to make the bitterness go away before he settled on opiates.


They dragged themselves through the throng to the bar, Kurt and Cooper both ordering drinks hesitantly seeing as Blaine wasn't going to touch a drop, not yet anyway. Alcohol had been a substitute method for quite sometime and he had become wary of every substance that was capable of intoxication, apart from Kurt of course. With Kurt relaxed and glowing by his side his confidence grew quickly, despite his history at clubs and bars there was still something that appealed to him, the thrumming atmosphere, electric and popping like firecrackers and the music, to just get lost in the rhythm of a song and a crowd of undulating bodies.


The energy of his surroundings somewhat revitalised Blaine, eyes taking on that shine and smoulder Kurt had loved the sight of since the fist time they went to The Mist. It was like the cocky ghost of Blaine's past had possessed him, suave and mysterious in a way that made Kurt short of breath and weak in the knees. But with the regained confidence came annoyance.


"Cooper you don't quite have to - hover so much go have fun!" Blaine shouted over the music, turning away from the bar and Kurt to look at his brother. "I'm not hovering," he said defensively "I'm keeping an eye on you, besides I don't-"

"-trust me, you don't trust me." Blaine finished scornfully "I know I don't trust me either." Before Cooper had the chance to protest, Blaine whirled round after being tapped on the shoulder. Kurt was shooting him a panicked look from across the bar, jerking his head at a pink cocktail placed in front of him by a guy with short, dark hair. He looked nice enough, timid smile, anxious dark eyes and blushing like a school boy.


What? Blaine mouthed at him.

He bought me a drink! Didn't even ask! Kurt mouthed back exaggeratedly, twisting his body away so the guy couldn't see what he was saying.

Bold move he said with a smirk.

What do I do? Kurt replied desperately.

What do you want to do? He paused thoughtfully for a moment, smiling apologetically at the waiting guy before turning back

Blaine I can't I'm your-.

Your mine, Blaine cut him off so accept it, flirt a little it's fun to see other guys pining over a gorgeous man they can't have. Kurt gave him a dubious look.

I promise I won't get jealous a perfect eyebrow arched Okay much! I won't get jealous much! Kurt smiled sweetly.

I love you. Blaine mouthed a quick go! Before turning back to Cooper who looked very interested in his beer.


"It's not that I don't trust you Blaine," he started staring at him intently with honest eyes "I just worry." Blaine sighed, running a hand through his hair and pulling his brother into a one armed hug. Cooper may not have always been there for him, had lacked the knowledge he needed to help his brother on countless occasions but no matter what Blaine went through Cooper gave him the power to see it through till the end, till he'd overcome every fear and doubt holding him back. He knew how to push him and it was that drive that got him there, on the rocky road to drug free recovery.


"That's why we're here" he said "I stress you out beyond belief on a daily bases, I just want my beautiful lover and the best big brother in the world to have a little freedom for the night, a little time away from treatments, appointments, withdrawal, episodes, all the trouble I am."

"You aren't trouble." Cooper muttered weakly and Blaine smiled widely.

"I'm a whole world of trouble!" he chuckled "But think of this as a thank you, or not because I could never thank you two enough for saving me the way you have - think of this as a cheers, for being the ones I love, who love me so unconditionally."


.oO0Oo.

 

Cooper seemed to disappear into the crowd not long after Kurt had finished his drink which was Blaine's cue to move in. He smirked at the man Kurt had been coyly flirting with as he wrapped his arms around his slim waist from behind and sucked a faint bruise just underneath his ear. Kurt whined faintly in the back of his throat and Blaine delighted in the shocked and utterly crushed look on the other man's face, causing him to slink away dejectedly. "Blaine you could've let me let him down gently" Kurt admonished weakly.

"No fun" Blaine mumbled between motioning to the bartender for another drink and licking at Kurt's neck. "You just like showing off." He huffed out, wiggling on the spot and downing his drink.


"True," Blaine said lowly as he span Kurt around in his arms and pulled him into a bruising kiss "it turns out I just really don't like sharing." Kurt shivered in his arms and it thrilled Blaine every time he got such a reaction out of Kurt. Kurt was powerful, so used to being in control, calm and composed. Blaine knew he was privileged when Kurt would simply melt in front of him with only the briefest of touches and the choicest of possessive words. He wouldn't take it for granted or ever abuse it. Kurt would relinquish just a little bit of that control and trust Blaine with his body and with his heart.


They moved out onto the dance floor, letting their bodies take over and movement memory slot them together like puzzle pieces. Blaine could feel all eyes on them, and the majority of them on Kurt. The alcohol flowing through him, only a few drinks but enough for Kurt, left him loose and uninhibited. He wasn't drunk, by any means, but light with that warm feeling coiling in his stomach partially aided by Blaine solidly pressed up behind him. Blaine adored Kurt like this, feeding off the attention he knew he was getting and getting bolder under every hungry stare and appreciative gaze. It made Blaine grip tighter, crowd closer and grind harder and it was just the reaction Kurt craved.


A man with spiked black hair and hooded eyes started in on them and Blaine's glare could've set the man on fire. He smirked and Blaine's only response was to slip his hands underneath Kurt's blood red shirt, grip the skin tight and possessively before marking his neck, glaring at the man until he backed off. "Christ" Kurt moaned "It's like your on heat tonight or something." Blaine grinned and spun him around to face him but Kurt stumbled, swaying on the spot a little, cloudy eyes blinking slowly.


"Woah there! Are you feeling okay?" He muttered concernedly, holding him by the shoulders and feeling his skin burn through the fabric "‘mfine, just kinda dizzy and light headed all of a sudden." Kurt mumbled with a small smile, nuzzling into Blaine's chest. "Well do you wanna go home? We should-"

"NO!" he was cut off loudly "Just need t-to go to the bathroom." Kurt slipped from Blaine's arms and stumbled off into the crowd. "Wait Kurt!" He yelled at his back but he soon disappeared into the throng. Blaine staggered after him, worried about Kurt, sick and alone in the crowd. He pushed through the hulk of bodies and crashed into the men's bathroom. He called out for him and checked every stall, but Kurt wasn't there.


Kurt was an adult he could look after himself, but he was ill or hurt or something, on his own with countless strangers in a place that had been and possibly could be dangerous. Blaine searched every inch of the club, the bar, the booths, the dance floor even outside and the alleys a block around the establishment. He was barely breathing, verging on collapsing into dust when he stumbled into someone.


"Woah bro slow down" Cooper steadied him with a hand on his arm. "Coop I can't find Kurt!"

"What do you mean you can't find him? What the hell happened Blaine?" Cooper looked almost as panicked as Blaine, almost though. The dread sunk to the bottom of his stomach as soon as he remembered. "The back room, we need to get in the back room" he stalked off towards the front of the club, how could he have forgotten, to the right of the bar was a door, painted the same rich crimson to match the walls and disappear, remain hidden, remain a secret. "Slow down and tell me what's going on" Cooper demanded pulling him back.


"Kurt is sick Coop! And someone's taken him - I-I think t-they've taken him."


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Oh shit. I needed fluffy fluff after this damn klaine shit in ny tonight. Please don't hurt my kurtie!!