The third session turned out to be anything but. It began with Blaine profusely apologising for his behaviour the few nights prior via text and suggesting that he make it up to Kurt instead of spending the entirety of their Friday evening holed up with only each other and their art for company.

From: Kurt H

Well, it all depends on what you have in mind ;)

To: Kurt H

I can think of something that might be worth your while ;) My place. 9 PM. Dress to impress.

From: Kurt H

Blaine Oliver Leonardo Anderson! I always dress to impress!

To: Kurt H

Oh shit the pretentious full name. Fine dress to dance can you do that?

From: Kurt H

Of course I can. I'll see you tonight. I'm looking forward to it :)

To: Kurt H

See you later.

From: Kurt H

You're going to behave yourself tonight though right?

To: Kurt H

I can't make any promises on that babe ;)

.oO0Oo.

At 9PM sharp Kurt let himself into Blaine's apartment, kicked the door shut behind him and then froze. Blaine was dancing across his apartment or at least that's what it looked like to Kurt. Blaine moved fluidly around the living room's central wall, shirtless, a cigarette hanging precariously from his bottom lip, a bottle in his left hand and a charcoal pencil clutched in his right, flying across the surface of the wall with impeccable precision.

Kurt moved silently towards the kitchen island, jumping up to perch on the surface as he watched Blaine work. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he watched Blaine move effortlessly around his workspace, expertly dodging wayward materials and bending in ridiculous yet elegant arcs to glance at the references he'd scattered on various surrounding surfaces. Every now and again he'd take a step back to the centre of the room, tuck the pencil behind his ear, and take a drag from the cigarette and then a drink from the bottle in such smooth succession that it was obviously routine.

Kurt had to squint from his position in the kitchen to see what exactly Blaine was working on. The moment he caught a good view he felt his breath catch in his throat causing Blaine to turn at the sound and tilt his head at Kurt who continued to stare at the central wall. Even in its early stages the work was beautiful. The outline of what looked like an elfin princess sat proudly on the back wall, surrounded by a glade of exotic looking flowers. The princess exuded elegance and strength whilst looking effortlessly peacefully as long pale fingers created intricate ripples in a crystalline lagoon.

"Hi" came Blaine's voice a lot closer than Kurt expected. Kurt looked round to see Blaine leaning against the island offering him the bottle of what happened to be rum. "You should drink up. Get the party started and all that."

Blaine watched hungrily as Kurt took the bottle and brought it to his lips, tipping his head back, his neck stretched taut. He wasn't entirely sure that the night he'd had planned was something that Kurt would enjoy, though the moment he'd set eyes on him he knew the boy could dance and who could blame him if he wanted to see the show.

"So..." Kurt hummed and licked his lips "what's your plan tonight Anderson?"

"Well I was thinking of heading to The Mist and consuming an immeasurable amount of alcohol, I don't know about you". Blaine replied with a smirk. "Maybe get a little down and dirty who knows. I'd like to see you up on one of the podiums though fuck."

Kurt flushed hotly as Blaine's eyes trailed down his body, unabashedly checking him out, before wandering over to the piano to pull on a shirt and pick up his jacket. Kurt had opted to wear the most sinfully tight silver skinny jeans in existence paired with knee high white boots and a tight white button down shirt that left practically nothing to the imagination whereas Blaine was wearing a reasonably tight pair of black jeans with grey combat boots and a tight ripped white t-shirt that all but sculpted itself to his torso.

Blaine grabbed his phone and keys before shrugging on his leather jacket in the entryway. He ushered Kurt out of the door and out of the building with a hand on the small of his back. A roguish smirk graced his lips as he let his hand slip to Kurt's ass as they stepped out onto the street. Kurt squeaked and stepped to the side.

"Dancing and inebriation are not excuses for feeling me up." Kurt huffed, his ears tinting pink. Blaine simply continued to smirk as he lit up another cigarette, his dark eyes fixed on Kurt as he took a deep drag, full lips parting into a small ring as he exhaled smoothly. Kurt watched on transfixed. He used to think smoking was entirely disgusting until he met Blaine Anderson, who just made it look so ridiculously hot that he found himself curious.

Blaine took the cigarette from his lips and tapped the ash out on to the pavement tilting his head to look at Kurt appraisingly. "You wanna try it baby?" He asked noticing Kurt's eyes widen every time he took a lungful of smoke.

"I-uh yeah okay" Kurt replied nervously as Blaine stepped up into his space.

"We'll shotgun okay?" he said quietly, hot smokey breath ghosting across the pale boy's cheekbones. Blaine raised a hand to Kurt's chin tilting it up so they were level before moving it to cup the side of his neck, his thumb brushing at the jaw line.

"When I exhale you inhale okay? Hold it for a few seconds then breathe out got it?" Kurt nodded minutely as Blaine leant his torso back slightly to inhale another lungful of smoke. When he turned back his eyes were visibly darker. The small slivers of his irises that were visible were a rich caramel colour. He crowded close, Kurt's heart pounding as their lips came within an inch of each other. Their lips parted and Blaine tilted his to the side as he and Kurt breathed in synchronisation.

It burnt at first as the smoke slid down his throat and filled his lungs and Kurt started to panic slightly until he felt Blaine's fingertips glide across his throat and Adam's apple. He released the smoke out in a slightly stuttering stream but without incident. Kurt smiled hesitantly as Blaine took another drag before realising that Blaine's hand had some how made it into his back pocket. He squeezed gently and Kurt was quick to disentangle himself from the hold which earned him a pout from Blaine.

"You Blaine Anderson are a-"

"Tease? Sexy motherfucker?"

"-an asshole, oh my god dancing, inebriation and smoking are not excuses for feeling me up." Kurt squeaked once more, his cheeks flushing a pretty shade of pink that made Blaine smile.

"Don't worry," Blaine replied, looping an arm possessively around Kurt's waist, throwing the butt of his cigarette to the ground and steering them both towards The Mist "after I'm done, you won't be needing any excuses."