Upon arriving at The Mist Blaine bought and handed Kurt some kind of concoction that smelt only vaguely alcoholic before downing his own (smelling considerably stronger) beverage and disappearing into the crowd. Kurt began to panic a little. Abandoned. Swamped in the continuous thrum of the bass, stifled by the accumulative body heat and slick with a thin layer of sweat he wasn't enjoying himself at all. That was until Blaine resurfaced.

Blaine appeared at the front of the crowd moving sinuously to the sultry rhythm trickling through the air like warm syrup. His eyes were closed feeling with every fibre of his being, as his body twisted and swayed with the waves of anonymous bodies, the movement pulsing like the ebb and flow of the sensual atmosphere filling the club itself.

It wasn't dirty, not quite. Despite the languorous rippling of his torso and the torturous arc of his swivelling hips against, sweat drenched grappling strangers Blaine exuded a raw kind of sexuality that could only be described as elegant and voluptuous. Honestly, Kurt was entranced, hypnotised by Blaine Anderson and his every move, every touch, every uttered word and whisper.

It was harder (pun definitely intended) to watch Blaine dance than Kurt would have ever imagined and oh dear lord did he begin to imagine. The songs began to transition into tracks with heavier bass and a faster pace and every nuance of him intensified as the grind of his hips became a little dirtier, a little rougher against every man that plastered themselves to his front.

Blaine returned to the bar, and in turn Kurt, frequently. Asking breathlessly, his eyes wide and shining a constant stream of "are you okay?" and "what would you like to drink?" and "dance with me, please pretty please?" Kurt drank, and he watched and by about the seventh heated request he relented. Mind fuzzy and inhibitions dwindling as a result of Blaine's reverent gaze and a fairly large amount of alcohol, Kurt's resolve broke to Blaine's quiet plea of "just one song baby. Please?" and allowed himself to be dazedly lead by the hand to the centre of the dance floor.

Once there the song changed to something lascivious and aching. Kurt shot a half hearted glare at Blaine who simply shrugged and grinned before spinning Kurt around and holding onto his hips as Kurt faced away from him. Blaine kept his distance as he watched Kurt hesitate, swaying only slightly to the music, nervous and jittery. He wanted so badly for Kurt to just let go so, he told him just that. Moving in closer as the rhythm intensified and whispering in his ear to just let go, to feel, to want.

Kurt instantly grew in confidence, draping an arm around Blaine's neck, tangling his long slender fingers in his curls. Blaine stumbled slightly until their bodies were flush together, letting out a shaky breath against the pale column of Kurt's neck. Kurt tugged on the silky curls lightly and smiled salaciously as he felt Blaine's answering growl vibrate in his chest and his calloused hands slip under his shirt to grip his hips tighter. The heat of the skin on skin contact coursed through them as they moved together, entwined and buzzing from the awareness of just how close to the other they were, feeling every inch, every shift and shiver.

The song came to an abrupt end and all too soon Kurt was pulling away, Blaine's hands sliding from his waist as he stumbled away towards the bar, leaving Blaine struggling for breath and belatedly flowing.

Blaine froze as he came to the front of the crowd. There at the bar was Kurt leaning away from a towering, pale man with dark brown eyes, close to black and shaggy dirty blonde hair. Blaine stepped forward, landing a kiss to Kurt's temple and leaning over the bar between the two to signal the bartender for a drink.

"Well, well, well if it isn't Blaine Anderson. What brings you back here Blainey, out looking for some ass are we?" The man sneered, glancing at Kurt out the corner of his eye.

"What do you want Evan?" Blaine snarled, avoiding eye contact.

"Why we were simply having a delightful little chat, weren't we princess?" Evan leered, reaching out to touch Kurt's arm before Blaine stood abruptly and slapped it away. "Don't-" Blaine warned "what are you even doing here? From what I hear business is pretty slow for you since Katie got busted and Kieran checked in."

Evan's eyes flashed in anger before becoming steely and cold once more. "All the more reason to be on the look out for new patrons, and perhaps even returning old ones." He sniggered, tucking a stray curl behind Blaine's ear causing him to jerk away from him and wrap an arm around Kurt protectively.

"Not gonna happen, Evan." Blaine replied, slowly tugging Kurt away and turning them back to the crowd. "Aww why's that Blainey? Because you've got yourself a boyfriend now? That worked out well for you last time didn't it?"

"I haven't got anything." Blaine said fiercely "Goodbye Evan."

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"Kuuurt, you have got to stop doing that unless you want to sleep in the hallway."

"Bed." Kurt mumbled his mouth attached to the juncture of Blaine's neck and shoulder, mouthing wetly and sloppily as Blaine struggled to open the door to his apartment. "Then stop" Blaine replied distractedly. "Nuh uh" was all he received in reply. It took seven attempts for Blaine to even get the key in the lock thanks to Kurt, clad in Blaine's leather jacket attempting to distract Blaine with all inappropriate means possible.

When eventually the door swung open Blaine promptly found himself staggering back against it as it closed. Kurt had pressed in tight, his hands frantically ruffling Blaine's hair as he all but drooled across his collarbone. Blaine had to stop himself from trembling as the dampness cooled in the cold air that was quickly rising in temperature. Kurt was making little breathy, desperate noises as he licked and bit and sucked at the base of Blaine's throat, his hands yanking at Blaine's hair to get better access.

Blaine let out a long choked moan and Kurt's eyes drifted back up to Blaine's, staring at him, eyes glazed over and unfocused. Blaine couldn't take his eyes off of Kurt's parted lips, slick, cherry red and swollen from his ministrations. He wanted nothing more than to just take his bottom lip between his teeth and summon more of those beautiful, sinful, desperate noises but he couldn't.

He was jolted back to reality when Kurt's thigh slid between his legs, dragging deliciously across his half hard cock, Kurt's own hard on grinding in to his hip. Kurt whined at the pressure, the sound immediately jolting Blaine into action. He grabbed hold of Kurt's hips, pushed him back and held him at arms length.

Kurt looked startled, before stepping back and pouting at Blaine "Don't you want me Bl-Blaine" he slurred. Blaine had to laugh.

"That is so far from the truth you have no idea." Kurt just stared at him confusedly. "Oh baby you are so far gone, c'mon" Blaine chuckled tugging Kurt towards his bedroom. "That's right," Kurt mumbled "take me to bed Mr Blah-Blaine Olivia Leonard Andershnaps".

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It took around an hour to actually get Kurt to bed. The first thirty minutes were spent trying to explain that no Blaine was not going to ‘get sexy' with Kurt. The ten minutes after that were spent with Blaine handing Kurt clothes to sleep in but with Kurt deciding that he should do a strip tease to convince Blaine to ‘get sexy' with him, throughout which Blaine stood studiously with his eyes firmly closed. He didn't even peak... much. Ten minutes after that saw Blaine trying to control Kurt's limbs enough in order to get the right limbs in the right place instead of Kurt trying to force his head through an arm hole and another ten minutes that yes he had to go to sleep and no Blaine wasn't going to sleep with him.

Once comfortably tucked in however, Kurt became drowsy and mumbled and snuffled as he closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek against the pillow, vaguely registering somewhere that it smelt like Blaine.

"Sing for me, pretty please Mr Lover man?"

"Of course."

If luck is on my side tonight,

my clumsy tongue will make it right
And risk the touch it isn't much but it's enough
To form imaginary lines,

forget your scars we'll forget mine
The hours change so fast
Oh God please make this last

Cause I'm outdated, overrated, morning seems so far away

So I'll sing a melody

and hope to god he's listening sleeping softly while I sing
And I'll be your memories,

your lullaby for all the times,

hoping that my voice could get it right

When his song came to a whispered end, Blaine smiled; planting a kiss on the end of Kurt's nose and another on Kurt's forehead as he gently brushed back his hair with shaking fingertips.

"Buonanotte, Kurt" He whispered softly, his voice barely audible. "Ti amo, angelo mio."