Kurt sighed yet again, annoyed at Blaine for not being done yet. Yes, for the first time in the history of forever Kurt Hummel was finished getting ready before Blaine Anderson. He was now lying on Blaine's body, his head on his boyfriend's leg, waiting for the dapper boy to finally deem himself ready. He moved his fingers to Blaine's exposed ankle and begun to idly draw patterns on the skin.

Blaine jumped an inch off the bed, nearly dislodging Kurt from his comfortable position. "Kurt, stop that." Blaine reprimanded before turning his attention back to the mirror.

Smirking evilly, Kurt continued his ministrations and felt Blaine shiver before he finally put down the mirror and regarded Kurt who gave him an innocent look. "Kurt, I told you to stop."

"I know," said Kurt, still smiling. He sat up so he was straddling Blaine and leaned forward till his face was inches from Blaine's. "But I like your ankles. And guess what?" Kurt was now whispering in his ear.

"What?" Blaine asked quietly, loving the feeling of Kurt's hot breath against the side of his face.

"Sebastian doesn't show his ankles." Kurt giggled, kissing Blaine's temple.

Blaine rolled his eyes. Kurt had kept bringing up the whole jealously thing all day because apparently he thought it was funny. In the morning while Kurt had rubbed lotion after lotion onto Blaine's face he had commented that Blaine clearly had much better skin than Sebastian. At the mall when Blaine had brought a new bowtie Kurt said that Sebastian could never pull them off like Blaine does. And at the coffee shop, when Blaine had brought back their coffees, Kurt mentioned that Sebastian didn't know his coffee order. This cheered Blaine up because Kurt thought knowing coffee orders was one of the most romantic things ever.

Although, Blaine didn't find the whole situation as funny as Kurt. While Kurt thought the whole Sebastian thing was no big deal, it was to Blaine. Because he had seen Sebastian's eyes when he looked at Kurt. He had stared at Kurt with that look that totally screamed, "I want to see you naked."

Blaine was totally not cool with that. Kurt was so sweet and innocent. He wouldn't have noticed. Sebastian wasn't the kind of guy who wanted to be Kurt's boyfriend. He just wanted to have sex with him and then leave beautiful, delicate Kurt heart broken. Blaine couldn't let that happen. Kurt was his boyfriend and he wanted to be Kurt's first and only. When Kurt was ready, of course. When that time came they would make love. Blaine would pleasure Kurt and make sure he was comfortable and happy. He would whisper "I love you," into Kurt's ear, and give him gentle touches and butterfly kisses until Kurt wanted more.

Sebastian wouldn't do that. He would pleasure himself and use Kurt's body until he was satisfied. Blaine couldn't let that happen to his precious little Kurt. If the blond haired boy thought of laying a single finger on Kurt, Blaine would probably snap. Sebastian didn't deserve Kurt. He didn't deserve to feel Kurt's soft, plump lips on his own. He didn't deserve to hear Kurt laugh. He didn't even deserve to look at Kurt. Not with the thoughts Blaine knew the Warbler had his head.

Thinking of Sebastian made the jealously flare up again. Blaine changed their positions so that he was on top of Kurt, smiling down at his boyfriend. Blaine leaned down and kissed Kurt. He moaned, tasting strawberry lip gloss. Kurt loved to make his lips shine. And Blaine loved it too. But not tonight. Sebastian didn't need another reason to stare at Kurt's lips. Nor did any other guy at the bar.

Blaine didn't stop until every bit of the sweet tasting lip gloss was gone. He pulled away and laughed at Kurt's bitch face, which would be intimidating under normal circumstances, but in this position didn't scare Blaine at all. "I'm glad you like my sexy ankles, Kurt. But I'm ready now. We should get going."

"Blaine, you ruined my lips gloss. And my hair. I have to go fix them now before we leave." Kurt grumbled and pushed Blaine off of him, heading over to the bathroom.

Kurt let out a surprised squeak as Blaine scooped him up in his arms and placed gentle kisses all over his face. "You. Are. Beautiful." Blaine said, punctuating each word with a kiss. "And you don't need to do anything else. Especially at a gay bar with other guys. I don't want them getting any ideas."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Because of course I'm just so beautiful that all the guys will be fawning over me." Kurt laughed, his voice heavy with sarcasm. "Please, Blaine. I'll be more out of place than a gay dude at a fashion show wearing Mark Jacob's designs from the previous season."

Blaine furrowed his brow. Why didn't Kurt understand that he was that beautiful? Didn't he see the way that guys stared at Kurt when they went on dates? Didn't he notice how that one gay guy at the coffee shop constantly flirted with him? This happened because Kurt was beautiful and sexy and amazing. "I don't want anyone to take you from me, Kurt." Blaine whispered, averting his gaze.

Kurt's nimble fingers took his chin and forced Blaine to look him in the eyes. Blaine saw the love there and his heart skipped a beat. "I love you, Blaine. Not Sebastian and definitely not some random guy at a gay bar. Only you take my breath away. Okay?" Blaine nodded in response. "Good. Now can you please put me down so I can fix myself up?"

Blaine placed Kurt on the ground and watched as he went into the bathroom. Kurt was such an angel. His angel. He couldn't let anyone hurt him. And he wouldn't. He would keep Kurt safe. Not matter what, Blaine would always love Kurt and would always protect him. Blaine's eyes lit up as an idea for a song struck him. It would be perfect. But he couldn't tell Kurt yet. It was a surprise. He had to talk to first and see if it was okay to perform in Glee club. It was a song that would tell Kurt just how much Blaine loved him. It would be one of the most romantic things he'd ever done.

During the car ride, Blaine had a big smile on his face as he planned out the whole song. Kurt asked him what he was so happy about. Blaine didn't answer and only gave Kurt a peck on his cheek, which got him a firm talking to from his boyfriend who told him it wasn't safe to kiss and drive at the same time.

When they pulled into the parking lot of the bar, which had been hard to find since it wasn't all that well lit, Kurt placed his hand on Blaine's arm. Blaine could tell Kurt was nervous. For all his talk that he was excited, this was all very new to Kurt and to Blaine as well. They were never around a lot of gay people, but as soon as they walked into that bar they would be. They both weren't sure how this experience would be.

Blaine took Kurt's hand in his and stroked his knuckles with his thumb. "It'll be great, Kurt. You'll have loads of fun, I promise."

Kurt gave him a tight smile. "Well if you promise it's guaranteed to happen." He joked, the sarcasm back. Blaine knew it was just something Kurt did when he was worried about something.

"Kurt, trust me. Besides, think of it as an opportunity to show me how much you've learned in Booty Camp." Blaine winked and opened his door, stepping out into the cool night air. He looked over to the dimly lit light sign that read, 'Scandals' in pink, swirly letters. The place was dirty, and looked run down, but the music pouring from the place told Blaine that it was anything but.

Kurt appeared beside him and Blaine frowned. Kurt had dawned a scarf since Blaine had last seen him. It was covering up the hickey that Blaine had given him. Blaine didn't like that at all. All those other guys had to see it, so they knew Kurt was taken.

Chuckling, he snatched the scarf from around Kurt's neck and ran off towards the entrance to the bar. Kurt chased him all around the parking lot, yelling at him about expensive scarves. Kurt finally caught him at the door and gave him a small smack on his head before taking the scarf back. "Why did you steal my scarf, Blaine?" he demanded, slightly breathless.

Blaine pulled Kurt close to him, leaning down so that he could place small kisses on the smooth skin of Kurt's neck. "I just hate it when you cover your beautiful neck. If it's covered I can't do this…" He moved his lips to that spot on Kurt's neck that was oh so very sensitive. He licked and sucked at it, turning Kurt into a moaning mess. The sounds that Kurt made were just so sexy that Blaine forgot for a moment that they were outside of a gay bar and not at Kurt's house. He kissed his way around Kurt's neck until he made it to Kurt's ear. His tongue flicked out and licked the shell, making Kurt gasp. Blaine was going to do more, so much more, but Kurt was pushing on his chest, which brought Blaine back to reality.

He blushed a fierce shade of red when he realized what he had been doing. But Kurt was just so freakin irresistible. He was glad to see that Kurt didn't seem mad at him. "Fine," Kurt breathed, a smile tugging at his lips. "No scarf." He held out his hand and linked it with Blaine's before opening the door and walking inside. It was warm, dim, and loud inside. A drunken looking man checked their IDs which Puck had got them. They were so obviously fake it was laughable, but the man didn't seem to notice and merely waved them inside while informing them about Drag Queen day.

There were a lot of people there, hidden by the flashing lights. Blaine instantly spotted about five drag queens, all dressed up like different female characters from different shows. He instinctively tightened his grip on Kurt's hand as one passed too close for his liking. He didn't like it here. It definitely wasn't something they normally did.

Luckily, (or maybe not so lucky), they spotted Sebastian at the bar. He saw them and a huge smile spread over his face. He gestured for them to come over.

Sebastian watched Kurt strut over to where he was sitting. God, did Kurt even realize how sexy he was? That outfit was ridiculously hot. And he just looked so…awesome. Okay, so Sebastian admitted that he was a little tipsy already. He wasn't going to wait for those two just to start drinking. But he had made sure his mind was clear enough to go through with a little plan he had. It consisted of three steps: get Kurt drunk, get Blaine out of the way, and then fuck the little fashionista senseless. Preferably on a bed, but if he couldn't wait that long a bathroom stall would also do. Really, Kurt was just asking to be fucked with those jeans he had on. Man, those jeans. They showed off Kurt's killer curves and delicious looking ass. And he could tell Blaine, who was walking behind Kurt, noticed as well. Blaine must have a lot of self-control not to jump his boyfriend every time they walked out of the house.

Blaine eyed Sebastian as they finally came to a stop in front of him. The blonde boy held out a glass to Kurt that was filled with an alcoholic mixture that Blaine didn't recognize. Kurt, who was parched from all the running around, gave Sebastian a quick thank you before downing the whole thing. When he was done, Kurt looked down at the glass and his eyes went wide. "I probably shouldn't have drunk that." His face lit up in embarrassment.

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's shoulders and whispered in the small boy's ear. "Don't worry about it, Kurt. You go have fun. I'll be the designated driver." He kissed Kurt, probably a little harder and longer then necessary, but was satisfied when he heard Sebastian let out an angry grunt. "Why don't you show all those guys how awesome you can dance?"

"Okay, but I just hope I don't go around kissing girls when I get drunk like you do, Blaine." Kurt smiled at him, gave him a peck on the cheek and then moved onto the dance floor, where he began to gently sway his hips from side to side in time with the music. Blaine wanted Kurt to have fun, so he was willing to not drink so he could drive Kurt home, but also so he could be sober enough to keep an eye on the other guys in case they got too close to Kurt.

Sure that Kurt was doing alright, Blaine turned to Sebastian, who was sipping his own drink and watching Kurt with a smirk on his face. "You better not go anywhere near Kurt." Blaine warned.

Sebastian turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "I never took you for the jealous type, Blaine."

"I'm not." Blaine mumbled, turning his gaze back to Kurt.

Sebastian rolled his eyes and laughed. "You could have fooled me. You think I don't notice how you were glaring at me when we were in the coffee shop? Or how you kissed him just now? I don't blame you, though. You kind of have to be jealous when you have a sexy boyfriend like that."

"Don't call Kurt sexy."

"Why not?" Sebastian gestured at Kurt with his drink. "That's what he is. A sexy little thing. With that smooth neck, that little body, those long legs, and that perfect ass." Blaine's hands tightened into fists and he let out a small growl. Sebastian looked a Blaine, a smirk playing on his face. "I wonder why it took you so long to figure out that you liked him."

Blaine's angry face fell for a moment. Sebastian continued on. "Oh yes, Blaine, I know all about your whole roller coaster of a relationship with Kurt. He liked you since the very first day, but you were so oblivious to how you flirted with him and gave him hope. He followed you around like a lost puppy dog, doing all sorts of things to get you to notice him. And then you pulled that whole Gap deal and broke his little heart when he finally confessed that he had feelings for you and you said you weren't good at romance or whatever your excuse was. Kurt was still hopeful until you had that whole thing with that Rachel girl. Did you even think how that made Kurt feel to see you sucking face with a girl when you were his role model? Did you think about how Kurt felt when he was trying to be sexy and you told him it looked like he had gas pains? No, you didn't think. And you left Kurt even more heartbroken. But then you finally, finally realized that you loved him and everything went smoothly after that." Sebastian ordered two drinks from the bartender. He looked at Blaine's shocked expression. "The Warbler's are a very gossipy bunch. All I had to do was ask."

Blaine quickly regained himself, though he felt like crap when he remembered all he had done to Kurt. "I would never hurt Kurt on purpose. I was just confused. But now I know my feelings for him. Kurt is incredible and I don't appreciate you trying to come between us."

"Listen, Blaine." Sebastian said, placing a finger on Blaine's chest. "You've broken Kurt's heart so many times; it won't matter if I break it just once. I'm going to get a piece of that beautiful little ass, whether you want me to or not. And then he's going to come running to you, crushed. You'll get to put back together the pieces and you'll grow even closer. It might put your nonexistent sex life on hold for a bit, but that doesn't concern me. All I care about is getting into those tight, tight skinny jeans. Then you are free to take him back."

The anger returned to Blaine, pulsing, raw rage. He grabbed the front of Sebastian's shirt in a tight grip and yanked the boy close. "Stay away from Kurt, or I swear to all that is holy I will beat the living shit out of you and tear off your freakin dick so you won't be able to hurt anybody ever again. I love Kurt too much to let you get your sick hands anywhere near him. He is beautiful and perfect; everything you don't deserve. So stay the hell away from him, or I'll make sure you'll regret ever laying eyes on him." Never before had Blaine felt so very furious. Never in his life would he have thought he would say things like that. He was supposed to be a gentleman, but when Sebastian talked about hurting Kurt, about taking his virginity and not giving a shit about it, that changed everything.

Sebastian seemed unfazed. It might be the alcohol in his system, but Blaine's threats didn't bother him in the slightest. All he could think about was Kurt totally naked and spread out before him, begging to be fucked into the mattress. His slightly unfocused eyes found Blaine. "I believe it is Kurt's decision to choose who he hangs out with, Blaine, not yours. But don't worry. He'll love every second of it. I'll make him scream my name." The boy's eyes roved over Blaine. "And to think I thought you were hot." Sebastian gave a laugh, grabbed the drink he hadn't touched, and went over to Kurt, who had now started busting out some serious moves.

Blaine was tempted to go over there, but didn't want Kurt to think he was being too over protective. He would just watch from here and then intervene if Sebastian tried anything.

Blaine had to smile as he watched Kurt swing his head from side to side, messing up his hair slightly. His eyes were shut and he was rotating his hips in a way that Blaine found totally sexy. Thank God for Booty Camp. Blaine ordered a beer and watched Sebastian move slowly closer to Kurt. Sebastian gave Kurt the drink and Kurt downed it quickly so he could get back to dancing. The alcohol made Kurt's face flush red. He made it possible to look adorable and sexy at the same time. The smile only grew when Sebastian attempted to get closer to Kurt, and the fashionable boy only twirled away drunkenly. He watched this for a while, careful not to drink too much, before a voice cut through his thoughts.

"You better watch out for Hummel. Bedroom eyes over there is getting a little too friendly."

Blaine turned towards the voice that had said this and his eyes widened in shock. Sitting next to him on a stool was none other than the closeted bully who had made Kurt's life a living hell, Dave Karofsky. Blaine's hands tightened in fists and he shot the jock a death glare. He still hated the boy for what he had done to Kurt. "What are you doing here? Last time I checked you were so far in the closet you were sitting on the Christmas decorations. You know this is a gay bar, right?"

Karofsky looked a bit uncomfortable. "Well, I'm still not out at school. I just want to have a normal year. But I like it here. They're nice here. I don't have to worry about being judged."

"Sure you didn't come to just yell 'fags' and then shove us all into lockers?" Blaine wasn't buying into Karofsky's story.

"Listen…" Karofsky ran a hand through his hair. "I know you probably hate me for what I did to Hummel. And you have every right to. But I'm sorry now. I was an idiot. I was too scared about being gay to think straight."

"You threatened to kill him."

"I know!" Karofsky closed his eyes. "I told you, I was scared. I thought he had infected me with gay or something. I know now that isn't true. I was ignorant and I took it out on Hummel just because I could."

"You also know what else you did to him. What you stole." Blaine still remembered that day. He remembered how frightened Kurt had sounded over the phone. He had been angry. How dare he steal that from Kurt! How dare he steal something so special?

Karofsky let out a sigh. "I know," he said. "I shouldn't have done that. I wasn't thinking. I told you already that I was confused behind belief. He was so close…I just had to make sure. I didn't know it was Hummel's first kiss."

"You made him terrified of school. You made him transfer away from his friends. I know he missed McKinley every day he was at Dalton, but he couldn't go back because of you."

"Okay, look." Karofsky opened his eyes and looked at Blaine, his eyes pleading. "I don't expect you to forgive me. And I definitely don't expect Hummel to. But I just want you to know that I am really, really sorry for what I did to him. If I could take it back I would." Karofsky turned his gaze on the drink in his hand. "You treating him right? Hummel's a good kid. He didn't deserve what I did to him. I'm glad he found someone like you he could talk to about all this. Sorry I was such a jackass when you tried to help."

Blaine eyed the jock warily. He still didn't fully trust him. But he knew how hard coming to terms with being gay was. He, himself had denied being gay for the longest of times. Perhaps Karofsky had just acted a little bit harsher to the whole thing. The fact that he was sitting in a gay bar and not hiding or anything earned him some points in Blaine's books, but still… "As long as you're not hurting Kurt, I'm fine."

"You really care about him, don't you?"

Blaine looked over to where Kurt was dancing and a huge smile spread across his face. It was amazing how just looking at the boy could cause such a reaction in him. "Yeah, I really do."

Kurt, as if feeling Blaine's gaze on him, looked up and grinned at him. He stumbled over towards Blaine, dropping the glass he had in his hands. Giggling, Kurt crawled onto Blaine's lap and kissed him on the lips. Blaine could taste the alcohol on his breath.

Kurt pulled away, his face bright red. Blaine ran his hand through Kurt's messy hair, staring into his boyfriend's eyes which were alight with excitement. "Are you having fun, Kurt?"

Kurt nodded his head enthusiastically. "Yeah, Blaine, you have like…no idea! I was dancing so awesomely! Did you see me, Blaine? Did you see me dance?"

Blaine laughed and moved his hand down to Kurt's cheek, cupping it gently. "Yes, I did see you. You were amazing."

Kurt looked sideways and saw Karofsky. He giggled even more. "Karofsky, hey, Karofsky! Guess what?"

Looking uneasy, Karofsky asked, "What?"

"No!" Kurt gave him small smack on the knee. "You have to guess, duh!"

Karofsky raised his eye brows at Blaine, who mouthed, "Humor him."

"Fine, Kurt. Did you want to tell me that this guy is your boyfriend?" Karofsky jerked his thumb towards Blaine.

"No! Well, Blainey is my boyfriend, but that's not it!" Kurt pouted, obviously disappointed that Karofsky hadn't guessed right. He buried his face in Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine tilted his head down and whispered into Kurt's ear. "How about you just tell him, Kurt? You're hurting his feelings."

Kurt slowly lifted his head turned his pout on Blaine. "I'm thirsty," Kurt slurred.

"I'll get you a drink if you tell Karofsky what you were talking about." Blaine promised. He would get Kurt something slightly less alcoholic.

Kurt's face lit up like a Christmas tree. He turned to Karofsky, the giggles coming forth again. "The cherry slushie? It's totally my favorite. It tastes awesome! Though it totally sucks to get out of clothes. You should only hit people with the cherry one. At least then it tastes good. But the grape one is the easiest to clean off…" Kurt looked like he was thinking.

"Don't worry about it, Kurt. I don't throw Slushies at people anymore."

"Oh, good!" Kurt clapped his hands like he was happy.

At that moment a really tall, very muscular boy in a dark purple v neck shirt came over to them and spoke to Karofsky, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Come on, Dave. You're not ditching me, are you?" The boy looked Blaine and Kurt up and down, like he was rating them in his mind. "I didn't think you liked the scrawny type."

"Don't worry about it, Cameron. I was just talking." Karofsky gave a nod to the two of them. "Kurt, Blaine." He got up and walked away.

"He's a bad kisser…" Kurt mumbled, frowning.

"Am I a bad kisser, Kurt?" Blaine said, placing a gentle kiss on Kurt's lips. He just couldn't get enough of the small boy.

"Of course not, silly!" Kurt placed his forehead against Blaine's. He giggled again. "Your eyebrows look like triangles." He covered his mouth with his hand and laughed behind it.

Blaine frowned. "I thought you said you liked my eyebrows."

"I do!" Kurt practically shouted. "Triangles are my favorite shape!" Kurt moved his head and breathed into Blaine's ear. "You're my favorite, Blaine."

Blaine laughed. Kurt, in his drunken state, had probably thought he had just said the sexiest thing ever. Blaine peppered Kurt's pale neck with kisses. "You're my favorite too, Kurt."

Suddenly, Kurt pulled away and hopped down from Blaine's lap. "Oh my Gaga, Blaine, I forgot to tell you!"

"What is it?"

Kurt paused, swaying slightly. "I was talking to Sebastian while I was dancing and he said that I had a cute butt. And…And I told him that Santana said I had a bubbly butt. He said she was right and that my butt was sexy." Kurt turned around and wagged his butt in Blaine's direction, earning him a couple of wolf whistles from the other guys at the bar. "Do you think my butt is sexy, Blainey?"

Blaine grinned at Kurt, nodding. "It's very sexy, Kurt. Very bubbly." Drunk Kurt was just like a five year old. This seemed to be the right answer, because Kurt ran back over to him and straddled his waist, kissing him roughly so that their teeth hit together. It was sloppy, but enjoyable. But then Kurt began to get a little handsy and Blaine had to stop him. While he liked it (more than the dapper part of his mind would admit), he reminded himself that not only were they in a public place but Kurt was also drunk. He only wanted to do this with Sober Kurt, who would be able to remember it in the morning. "How about we go dancing, Kurt?"

This distraction seemed to work. Kurt nearly squealed with happiness. He grabbed Blaine's beer with one hand and Blaine's hand with another, pulling him onwards towards the dance floor. Sebastian was there, waiting for Kurt. He was a lot more drunk now, and his only thought was that Kurt's hair looked really, really sexy all messed up like that and that it would probably look a lot better after sex. But he frowned when he noticed Blaine was with Kurt. That stupid gel head was going to ruin everything. What did Kurt see in him? Sebastian was obviously better looking.

Kurt was draped around Blaine, laughing. "Hey, Blainey, you know Sebastian? You wanna know something funny? His name is that one like that crab in The Little Mermaid! I love that movie!"

Blaine securely locked his arms around Kurt, holding him so he didn't fall, but also so he could glare at Sebastian over Kurt's shoulder. Kurt placed his head on Blaine's chest and closed his eyes. "I love you, Blainey." He murmured.

Blaine placed his face in Kurt's sweet smelling hair. "I love you too, Kurt."

Sebastian's frown deepened. He stumbled away as fast as he could. He was growing impatient. He had to talk to a few people to get the next stage of his plan into action.

Kurt and Blaine stayed that way for a while until a more upbeat; club like song filled the room. Kurt pulled away, yelled "I love this song!", and began dancing again. Blaine used a few of the moves he had used when he was in the Warbler's, which were apparently impressive because he was attracting a lot of attention. Kurt took another swig of beer before Blaine took it away from him. Kurt made a whining noise and gave a little pouty face that was so cute Blaine almost gave it back. But he managed to resist Kurt's puppy dog face with great effort.

"You're drunk, Kurt. You don't need any more to drink." Blaine reprimanded.

Kurt got on his tippy toes to place open mouthed kisses on Blaine's neck. "I'm thirsty, Blaine." He whispered huskily while biting down slightly. Blaine took a calming breath and placed his hands on Kurt's shoulders to force him back down. Kurt's lips were red from kissing and looked so tempting. Blaine forced himself to look into Kurt's eyes, which weren't totally focused.

"I will get you some water, Kurt, okay? No more alcohol."

"Fine," Kurt grumbled. He pulled away from Blaine and started dancing again. Blaine looked around for Sebastian once before he finally went to get Kurt his drink.

Kurt felt like the whole world was spinning. The room was a blur of colors as he danced and it was so much fun! He wished Blaine was dancing with him though. What was taking him so long? Kurt was thirsty. And cold. He wanted Blaine there. He didn't like these other guys. They kept bothering him. He knew he was pretty. Blaine told him all the time. He didn't need these other guys to tell him that. He was fabulous! Of course his clothes were amazing. He didn't need to be told that either. He wished they would just leave him alone. Where was Blaine?

Sebastian was back. He had a drink. He held it out to Kurt. "I heard you were thirsty, Princess. Thought I'd get you something."

"Thanks, Sebastian!" Kurt took the drink and took a long drink. It tasted like blue raspberry and the now familiar taste of alcohol. His vision got a bit fuzzier. "It tastes awesome!"

Sebastian moved forward and placed one hand on the back of Kurt's neck while the other rested on his lower back. He pulled Kurt flush against him, their faces inches apart. "I bet you taste awesome, Kurt." Sebastian breathed, staring at the red, full lips so close to his. Kurt's beautiful glaz eyes widened in shock, but he was too drunk to do much else. Sebastian closed his eyes and leaned in, wanting, no, needing to feel those lips against his.

But before he could Kurt was yanked away in another boy's arms. Sebastian glared at the boy who currently had his arms full of Kurt. It wasn't Blaine, but some boy with black hair and blue eyes which were unfocused. The boy's face was bright red from drink and a huge grin was spread across his face. "Hey, sexy, how 'bout you ditch ferret face and come dance with me, huh? I just wanna grind up and down your little sexy body." The boy moved his hands down to grip Kurt's hips, as if to emphasize his point.

Sebastian grabbed Kurt back and wrapped one arm tightly around the small boy's shoulders. "Princess stays with me." He growled.

The boy gestured at Kurt dramatically with the drink he had in his hand. "Maybe he doesn't want you, ferret face. Maybe he wants somebody sexy like me. Someone who can fuck him real good."

"I don't want…you guys." Kurt slurred, the alcohol Sebastian had given him finally starting to take full effect. "I…I want Blaine. Where is Blaine?" Kurt looked around for him, but couldn't spot his boyfriend. "Blaine…Blaine gets jealous…he won't like you doing this…he doesn't like Sebastian."

"Shhh, Princess. Blaine's just getting you a drink, remember? He just got a little caught up, that's all." Sebastian ran his hand through Kurt's soft hair and felt Kurt relax slightly under the ministrations. Sebastian shot daggers at the boy across from them. "The only one you'll be fucking tonight is a cheap whore that you pay to have sex with. Now get out of here."

The boy's face grew angry. He lifted the drink in his hand and jerked it so that all the liquid flew out of the glass. It was intended for Sebastian but instead hit Kurt right in the face. It was cold. Very cold. Memories of slushies bombarded him. He grew angry. Why were these jocks always bothering him? Why couldn't they just leave him alone?

He launched himself at the unsuspecting drunk, screaming nonsense and clawing. The drunk gave a shout and shoved Kurt, who was much smaller, down to the ground, where his face hit painfully. The boy turned and ran before Sebastian could beat the crap out of him, which he was very close to doing. Instead he bent down and helped Kurt up. His hair was dripping wet and there was a fat bruise forming on his cheek. He looked close to tears. "I want Blaine…" he choked out, eyes again searching.

"Come on, Princess. Blaine's waiting in the bathroom, I promise. He'll help me clean you up." This was a lie. Blaine wasn't in the bathroom. The dapper boy was currently being heavily flirted with by two very persistent friends of Sebastian's. He knew Blaine was just their type.

Kurt clung to him, shaking slightly. He had to half drag Kurt into the bathroom, which wasn't the cleanest place in the world. Luckily, after Sebastian checked all the stalls, it proved to be empty. Kurt was by the sink, staring into the cracked mirror. "Blaine's…Blaine's not in here, Sebastian."

After one more quick check, Sebastian walked over to where Kurt was and pushed the small boy against the wall. "No, Blaine's not here."

"Why d-did you bring me here? I want Blaine."

Sebastian placed his hands on either side of Kurt's head, trapping him. "You won't want Blaine after you've had me, Kurt. I can make you feel so good. Blaine may be too much of a gentleman to show you how amazing you could feel, Kurt, but I'll let you feel everything. I'll make you come that hardest you've ever come in your life. I can pleasure you so much you will beg me for more. Ever had a blow job, Kurt?" Kurt's huge eyes told him all he needed to know. "You have no idea what you're missing, Princess. I can fuck you so hard you'll see stars."

"B-but I love Blaine." Kurt tried to push weakly at him, but Sebastian only moved closer so that his body was pressing up against Kurt's.

"Of course you do, Kurt. He's the first gay guy you had met. You were bound to fall for him." Sebastian took Kurt's face in one hand, forcing it up so that those eyes were staring at him. "But I'm here now. You're so sexy, Kurt. Blaine doesn't deserve you if he doesn't realize that." Sebastian leaned forward and connected his lips with Kurt. They were as soft as he imagined they would be. He could taste the light layer of strawberry lip gloss and he swore it was one of the best things he had ever tasted. He slid his fingers into Kurt's hair, his other hand still holding on firmly to Kurt's face. Kurt stiffened up and his mouth opened a little in shock. It was just enough to allow Sebastian to slide his tongue into Kurt's mouth.

He moaned. Kurt tasted like coffee, alcohol, strawberries, and it was just amazing. His mouth was so warm and inviting. He ran his tongue over the back of Kurt's teeth. God, this was perfect. But wait…were those tears? He opened his eyes and saw that indeed they were. Kurt was crying. That was a little much in Sebastian's opinion. Kurt should be enjoying this. Sebastian knew he was a good kisser. He had been told that more than once. Whatever. It didn't matter. Sebastian couldn't bring himself to care all that much.

He removed his lips from Kurt's and moved down to the boy's pale neck which he now noticed was littered with hickeys. "Blaine's possessive, isn't he? I don't blame him. You have such a perfect neck. So easy to mark." He placed kisses all over the pale skin and smirked when he heard a whimper come from Kurt. He kept searching until he found a spot that made a small moan fall from Kurt's lips. He teased that spot for a bit longer before moving back up to Kurt's lips. This time he attacked them with more ferocity, intent on making Kurt love it so much he would kiss back. He licked Kurt's quivering bottom lip, which earned him a little gasp. "You're so beautiful, Kurt." He whispered. He slid his hands up and under Kurt's shirt, regaling in the feeling of the smooth, soft skin. He pushed Kurt further into the wall and forced his tongue in deeper.

The door to the bathroom flung open. Blaine, who had just managed to get away from the two guys who had been flirting with him, found himself witnessing one of his worst nightmares. Kurt was being pinned against the wall by Sebastian who was practically fucking Kurt's mouth with his tongue. Kurt looked absolutely terrified with tears falling down his face. Something in Blaine snapped. He ran forward, yanked Sebastian away from Kurt, and threw the blonde boy to the ground. His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails were digging into his palms and drawing blood. He saw red. Kurt was his boyfriend. How dare Sebastian even think about touching Kurt? Blaine was so angry he just wanted to grab Sebastian by his neck and shake him until he understood, or died, whichever came first. He took a threatening step forward, fully prepared to beat Sebastian into a bleeding mess on the floor.

But a sob stopped him. He looked over his shoulder and saw Kurt sobbing his heart out on the floor. His heart broke. Forgetting all about Sebastian, Blaine went over to Kurt and took the small boy in his arms. Kurt cried onto Blaine's shoulder, sobs racking his body. Blaine stroked Kurt's hair and whispered words of comfort into his ear. "It was…like Karofsky…" Kurt whimpered, clinging to Blaine like he was a life line.

Blaine spun around and glared at Sebastian. "If you touch Kurt again I swear to God I won't hesitate to beat you into a fucking coma! He is my boyfriend, understand?" Blaine didn't even wait for Sebastian to answer. He pushed past the boy and walked back out into the club, searching for the exit. They weren't staying here another second.

He shoved many people out of his way until he finally stepped out into the cold night. He made sure to still whisper comforting things to Kurt as he made his way to his car. He went around to the passenger side and tried to put Kurt on the seat. Kurt shook his head firmly and refused to let go. "Come on, Kurt, you have to get in the seat."

"Don't leave me, Blaine, please…" Another fresh wave of tears poured down his face and stained Blaine's shirt.

Just the way Kurt said this showed Blaine how very terrified he was. "You're a clingy drunk, aren't you, Kurt?" Sighing, Blaine shut the passenger door and went back around to the driver's seat, Kurt still in his arms. He slid into his seat, keeping the door open to let in fresh air. He had to think.

Kurt still hadn't removed his face from Blaine's shoulder and was still crying. Blaine hadn't seen him this sad since he was kissed by Karofsky. Blaine imagined that in Kurt's mind having Sebastian do the same thing was like being back in that locker room. There was the fear and the powerlessness.

Blaine supposed he should get Kurt something to at least cheer him up again. To bring back happy drunk Kurt at least. He had an idea, but he knew Kurt would kill him when he was sober. But he would have to face that. He knew what made Kurt happy when he was sad. Carefully, Blaine buckled him and Kurt in with one buckle and positioned Kurt so he was comfortable. "Kurt, if I get pulled over because of this, you are totally paying for the ticket."

He was careful to drive. It was kind of hard having Kurt between his arms and trying to steer at the same time. But Kurt downright refused to move. He needed the comfort and safety of Blaine to not freak out. Blaine still hadn't seen his face. "Don't worry, Kurt. Sebastian won't touch you again. I promise."

Kurt sniffled and mumbled something that sounded a little like 'Blainey' before falling silent. After a few more minutes of driving Blaine pulled into the McDonalds parking lot. Kurt had said he used to eat fast food all the time after his mother died because his dad didn't know how to cook. He hadn't been to one in years. But Blaine knew that when Kurt was sad he liked to eat sweets that he wouldn't touch otherwise.

Blaine swung into the drive-through and waited for his turn. When the voice came over the speaker he ordered two vanilla milkshakes. He went to the first window and received a look from the person at the cashier when they caught sight of Kurt in his lap. Blaine just paid and drove to the next window to get the drinks. He waited for about two minutes before the window slid open and a girl with a blonde ponytail and a McDonald's hat handed him the milkshakes. She sent him a questioning look and Blaine merely said, "He's drunk." He thanked her and parked in the nearest empty parking space. "Kurtie, look what I have."

Kurt finally lifted his head and Blaine saw his eyes, puffy and rimmed red. He saw his lips, swollen from kissing. And finally the huge bruise on his cheek. Blaine wiped the tears from Kurt's face and placed a gentle kiss on his nose. "I got your favorite, Kurt." Blaine handed him the milkshake.

Kurt managed a small smile and took it from him. "I like milkshakes. They are like slushies, but with ice cream and they're more creamer and stuff, and not as colorful, but I still like them cause they taste like ice creams." Blaine silenced him by putting the straw in his mouth. Kurt placed his head on Blaine's chest and gently sipped and the milkshake, his eyes closed.

Blaine could smell the alcohol on Kurt. He didn't like it. Kurt was supposed to smell like roses and coffee. "You're taking a bath when we get home, Kurt."

Kurt looked up at him with huge innocent eyes. "Can I get bubbles?"

Blaine grinned. "Yes, you can get bubbles."

"Yay!" Kurt returned to drinking his milkshake. After a few minutes, he spoke. "Blainey?"

"Yes, Kurtie?" Blaine teased, playing with Kurt's hair.

"Your face tastes way better than Sebastian's."

"I'm glad Kurt." Blaine kissed the top of Kurt's head. "Just be sure to remind me to never let you get drunk again. While you're acting cute as hell, it's not worth all this trouble."

"I love you, Blainey." Kurt said, nuzzling Blaine's neck.

"I love you too, Kurt."