Kurt groaned in frustration and punched his fists into his bed. He couldn't sleep. He'd been tossing and turning for the past two hours. After he got home last night, he changed into his most comfortable clothes and spent the rest of the evening curled up with a glass of wine, a tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, and the first season of Sex in the City.

He had felt relaxed when he finally decided to go to bed, sometime after two in the morning. Once he got into bed though, he couldn't quiet his mind. Blaine Anderson's smug face kept popping up, along with his stupid, gorgeous eyes and that damn perfect smile. Kurt groaned again and flipped onto his back and looked over at his clock. He should not be thinking about Blaine at five in the morning.

Resigning to the fact that he would not be getting any sleep, he decided to get up and busy himself in the kitchen. A nice complicated breakfast would take his mind off things for a while, or at least he hoped. He quickly poked his head into Rachel's room, to make sure his friend made it home, since she wasn't back by the time Kurt went to bed a few hours ago. He laughed quietly to himself when he saw Rachel was still in her dress from last night before stepping out of her room and heading to the kitchen. He decided to make spinach and mushroom quiche, all vegan of course, so Rachel could eat it too.

He made himself focus completely on what he was doing and nothing else. No thoughts of Chandler or Blaine. Kurt was about to put the quiche in the oven when he heard Rachel stumbling towards the kitchen. He turned and saw she had changed into pajamas, then laughed at the face she was making. "Rough night Miss Berry?"

Rachel groaned in response and plopped onto a stool , resting her head on the cool countertop. Kurt laughed again and fixed her coffee the way she likes it, then set it in front of her. Rachel looked up gratefully and propped her head up on her hand. "Why are you up so early Kurt?"

Kurt shrugged and went about cleaning up his mess as he answered, "couldn't sleep. How was the rest of the party?"

A small smile came across Rachel's face as she took a sip of her coffee. "It was so much fun Kurt, I really wish you would have stayed. Finn showed up about an hour after you left." She let out a dreamy sigh.

Kurt rolled his eyes and said, "So when is the wedding? I better be the one planning it."

Rachel giggled and shook her head a little. "Of course you will be. I don't think anything will be able to happen for a while. He's about to go shoot a movie in Germany. But," she said the last word in a sing-songy voice, "he's in town the next few days. Told me about this new club that opened recently. I've heard it's pretty exclusive and he invited us to go with him tonight. After your show of course."

Kurt stared at his best friend. "Rachel, you know I hate clubs. Besides, you made me go out last night."

"But you left after like an hour! Please Kurt. I need my best friend there!"

"You can't use that line every time ya know." Kurt replied, already feeling himself giving into her pleading look. He continued before Rachel could beg more, "And why would I want to go and watch you and Finn flirt the whole night. I love you Rachel, but there's only so much I can sit and watch."

Rachel pouted and seemed to think for a moment, then sat up straighter and all but shouting, "then bring Sam! Mercedes said she may go too! It can be like a group thing!"

"Yeah, with me being the fifth wheel. No thanks Rach." He turned away from her, signaling the end of the discussion. Unfortunately, Rachel never gives up that easily. He heard her get up from her stool and pad over to him. He turned to see her with her hands resting on her hips and an impatient look on her face. "Kurt Hummel. You will go tonight and I will find you the cutest gay boy there and you will have a good time for once. I'm going to shower."

With that she walked off, leaving Kurt no time to argue back. Some days, he wondered why they were friends.

As much as Kurt wanted to spend the whole day in bed, he had a show tonight and Kurt would be damned if he missed a show for anything less than death. He made sure to get to the theater early, knowing Chandler always got there super late. He was hoping he wouldn't have to deal with his ex before the show and thought of texting Sam to see if he was coming early too. There were only a few extras roaming around when he got there, so he made his way to his dressing room, locking the door behind him.

It was definitely a perk of being the star of a show, getting your own dressing room. He sat in his chair in front of his vanity and stared at his reflection. He had large bags under his eyes from not sleeping, the make-up people would not be happy about that. He had a few hours before he needed to be in his full outfit, maybe he would have better luck sleeping on the tiny couch in here.

He was about to get up and attempt sleep when there was a soft knock on his door. Kurt froze then stood, walking to his door and praying it was Sam or Carl- their other co-star-. But of course when he opened the door, Chandler was standing there. Kurt fixed him with the best glare he could manage.

Before he could speak, Chandler spoke up. "Kurt! Please let me explain. It's not what you think I swear! Please please please let me explain. Please."

Kurt stared, and for whatever reason, opened the door wider to let Chandler in. He closed the door and addressed him, "You have two minutes then you're out of here. Go."

Chandler looked relieved as he launched into his explanation. "Thank you Kurt! Okay, so that guy was my ex, but he moved to LA like last year so we broke up because I can't do the distance thing. Then he just showed up at my apartment the other day, thinking we could get back together. I told him no because I love you Kurt, but he didn't have anywhere to stay, and it was really late, so I told him he could stay for one night then he had to be gone in the morning. I swear nothing happened. I swear Kurt, please believe me."

Kurt continued to stare, all his defenses back up, and not trusting a word Chandler said. Something caught the corner of his eye and he reached out and tugged the collar of Chandler's shirt to the side, revealing a rather large hickey. Kurt laughed humorlessly and stepped back. "Right. Nothing happened. We both know my thoughts on hickeys, so I know damn well that's not from me. Get out. Now."

Chandler looked like a deer in the headlights before his face changed into a glare. He stuck his nose up higher and gave Kurt a disgusted look. "Whatever. He fucked me better than you ever could. Besides, I was only with you because you're famous. Break a leg tonight...literally." Then he turned and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Kurt stood there, stunned, eyes filling with tears. He felt himself collapse into his chair, still staring at the door. He didn't know how long he sat there, just staring while angry, embarrassed tears escaped him, but soon Sam came bursting through the door looking concerned. He rushed to Kurt's side and place a hand on his knee, speaking quietly to him, "Kurt? Are you okay? I just overheard Chandler saying some...pretty vulgar stuff."

Kurt blinked and turned his head slowly to Sam before saying quietly, "cats."

Sam furrowed his brow, not following, "cats? What are you talking about?"

Kurt sat up a bit taller, speaking louder, "Cats Sam."

"I'm...still not following? Are we talking, actual cats, or the musical Cats?"

Kurt shook his head, "no cats. I'm going to get cats. Cats will love me, right Sam? Cats are good companions. Cats cuddle and love and don't need to be taken outside. I think I'll start with four, so they don't get lonely and have other cats to talk to."

Sam gave his friend a sympathetic smile and patted his knee. "I don't think Rachel will be too happy to come home to see an army of cats in her house."

Kurt pouted and let out a long sigh. He knew he was being a little crazy, but he thought the cat plan was a wonderful plan. "Maybe you're right Sam," he spoke quietly, "I'm just sick of feeling so alone all the time. I know I pretend it doesn't bother me, and that Kurt Hummel relies on nobody but himself, but I just want someone there at the end of the day to just cuddle and ask me how my day was and actually care. I don't think it's much to ask, but apparently it is for me. I guess I just have to face the fact that I'm not good enough for anyone."

Sam shook his head and stood a little to pull his friend into an awkward hug. He spoke into Kurt's hair, "Don't say that Kurt. Those guys are the ones that aren't good enough for you. You're the Kurt Hummel. Some silly little back-up dancer that talks too much and eats entirely too many garlic bagels just will not do for you." The got a small chuckle out of Kurt. Sam continued, pulling back to look at his co-star, "Now chin up. You're gonna have the best show ever and show that idiot how much better you are. And besides, there's gonna be a special guest in the audience tonight."

Kurt perked up at the teasing tone Sam was using. Curiosity definitely piqued, he asked, "Special guest? Who?"

Sam could hardly contain his giddiness, bursting out, "Mercedes is coming tonight!"

Kurt squealed and clapped for his friends, wondering why he never thought of setting them up before. Granted, he spent the first four months of knowing Sam convinced the blonde was gay. Now that he thought of it, the two were perfect. Sam was such a sweet guy, and his impressions could get a whole room laughing. Sam immediately launched into a retelling of the previous evening spent with Mercedes. The two seemed to really hit it off, Sam was taking her to dinner after the show tonight, then heading to the club Rachel had mentioned this morning. Sam seemed to be on the same level with Rachel as far as puppy eyes were concerned.

"Please Kurt, you should come! It would be a lot of fun."

Kurt groaned and shook his head, telling Sam he would thinking about it, then politely kicking him out of his dressing room so they could get ready for the show. He was pretty sure he would be giving in to both of his friends and going tonight. He could always go and then slip out when both couples entered their bubble of infatuation, which would lead to them all ignoring anything going on around them. Yes, that was a good plan.

As far as shows go, this was probably one of Kurt's best. Definitely top five for sure. He nailed ever number flawlessly and delivered every line perfectly. He wanted to show Chandler he wasn't affected by their break-up, but he also wanted Mercedes to enjoy the show.

After the final curtain fell, he let out a breath of relief. He was exhausted and already regretted his decision to go to a club tonight. There was still about an hour before he could leave the theater too. Certain members of the audience were able to come up on stage and take pictures with the cast. Mostly it was celebrity guests and wealthy donors. Kurt really didn't mind, it was kind of cool getting to meet so many celebrities, who also showered him with praise.

He kept an eye out for Mercedes to come up, also giving wide berth to one of their regulars- a creepy old guy named Sandy who did not understand personal boundaries. Kurt saw his old friend make her way on stage, just as Sandy started moving towards him. Kurt made sure to quickly rush to Mercedes and give her a big hug. She returned it happily and began raving about the show and how great everyone was.

They chatted for a few more minutes before Sam joined them and pictures were taken. Kurt may as well have been invisible for how much Sam and Mercedes stared at each other. Kurt excused himself, his excuse not being heard at all by the lovebirds.

He walked to his dressing room, a smile still on his lips. His night was actually turning out a lot better than he expected. Maybe he would have a good time tonight. He quickly gathered his things so he would have enough time to get home and changed before going to the club. Kurt was shocked that he was feeling a little excitement, maybe a place with loud music and alcohol was something he needed.

He left the theater and called for a cab. Rachel was already texting him and bugging him about his whereabouts. He sighed, knowing he was about to be rushed to get ready, but you can't rush being fabulous so Rachel would just have to wait.

By the time he walked into their house, Rachel was already dressed and pacing. Kurt gave her a once over and nodded his approval. It was a hard time trying to break Rachel of her habit of wearing skirts with bobby socks, or sweaters with animals on them, but Kurt was determined, and there may have been a small "accident" involving a metal garbage can, lots of lighter fluid, and everything in Rachel's closet.

Rachel followed him into his room, talking about her day as he got undressed. They had been friends for so long, they were both completely comfortable around each other, so he didn't mind changing in front of her. Rachel sat at the edge of his bed, careful not to wrinkle her dress as Kurt looked through his closet.

He told her all about his talk with Chandler, and his moment of crazy when he thought getting multiple cats would be a good idea.

His excitement was growing as he put together the perfect outfit. Rachel even went and fetched a drink for them. One drink turned to three before Kurt was dressed to perfection and they were finally ready to leave. He was feeling pleasantly buzzed and couldn't wait to get out on a dance floor and dance away all his frustrations.

Their car was waiting for them when they stumbled out of the elevator into their lobby. Both Kurt and Rachel were giggly from the alcohol. They all but fell into the car, collapsing against each other, still giggling.

The ride was short, or at least it felt that way with the mini dance party they were having in the back of the car. The car pulled right in front of a club with the name "Blackbird" on the front. There was a line all the way down the block, and there in front was Finn, singing autographs and taking pictures with fans. Rachel squealed right in Kurt's ear and rushed out of the car, pulling Kurt with him. Kurt had no choice but to grip her hand, he was far too unsteady to be on his own right now.

Finn greeted them with a huge smile, which was mostly for Rachel. He apologized to his fans and the trio was instantly let into the club. Kurt couldn't help but put his nose in the air a little, feeling a tad smug at being able to get into the club right away while everyone else had to wait outside.

The club wasn't as packed as Kurt had expected, which was nice. There was a large dance floor in the middle of the room, mostly lit with black lights. The bar wrapped entirely around the dance area and off to the side there was a staircase that led upstairs to the VIP area. Finn led them upstairs and to a table where some of his friend were sitting. Sam and Mercedes were there as well, sitting off to the side and completely focused on each other.

Kurt smiled at them as he slide into the booth, next to someone named David, who was apparently a professional football player. They shared a shy smile as a waitress came up, and Kurt immediately ordered another drink.

Rachel was already completely focused on Finn and nothing else, and looking over, he saw Sam whispering something into Mercedes' ear. David was now in some sports conversation with his friend that Kurt already forgot the name of. He felt awkward and completely alone.

He slammed his drink and looked around the VIP area. He recognized some famous faces, but seeing nobody he knew personally. A loud, annoying laugh drew his attention to a booth across the room and he glared. Of course Blaine would be here. Kurt was even more annoyed by the fact that there was some girl sitting in his lap, running a hand through his hair, and giggling loud enough for the whole room to hear.

With a roll of his eyes, Kurt stood and shimmied his way past Finn and Rachel out of the booth. He made his way downstairs and to the main bar. The music was much louder down here, and much more crowded. For some reason he felt more at ease as he pushed his way through all the bodies to get to the bar. He felt suffocated upstairs, but down here he felt he could breathe easier.

Once at the bar, he ordered another drink, pleased when the bartender sent a tiny wink his way. The DJ was actually playing good music, and Kurt felt his hips swaying along with the beat. The alcohol in his system made him want to go out on the dance floor and dance seductively, though there was no-one he felt like seducing. Maybe he could drag Rachel and Mercedes down with him.

He turned back, intending to go grab his ladies when he found his way blocked by Blaine. Of course. Kurt rolled his eyes and made to step around the shorter man, but Blaine caught him by the waist and stepped close. Far, far too close to whisper in Kurt's ear, "Careful where you're swinging those hips."

Kurt felt a shiver run through his body. Blaine pulled back and the moment was gone. Kurt shook his head. It was a hate shiver, yes that was it. He turned a glare on Blaine that hardened when the annoying girl bounced, literally bounced up to them and started squealing.

He tried tuning her out, which was easy enough with the loud music, but he heard random snippets like, "was looking everywhere for you!" and, "I missed you so much!" and, "oh my gosh we should totally dance!"

It was then that the girl noticed Kurt standing there, and she threw him a glare as if he were interrupting something. She rose her voice, making her sound even more annoying, "What are you staring at?"

Blaine tried to hide a smile and leaned over to whisper something in her ear. Her eyes lit up at whatever he said. She then bounced and clapped and stepped forward, all but yelling in Kurt's face, "Oh my god! You're Kurt! I'm Sugar Motta, it's so awesome meeting one of Blainey's good friends!"

Kurt raised his eyebrow at the term 'good friend', but he couldn't say anything because she was suddenly launching into some story, presumably how she met Blaine, as if they were the best of friends. He felt his hatred for Blaine grow a bit more.

He was planning his escape when the music suddenly cut off and the DJ's voice filled the room, "Yo yo yo shut up! Listen! Yo yo!" The crowd finally quieted and fixed their attention on the DJ as he continued, "We have a very special treat for you all tonight. The Prince of Pop himself, Mr. Blaine Anderson is going to give us a live performance of one of his hit singles!"

The crowd went wild. Kurt looked behind him, to where Blaine was standing, but he wasn't there. Kurt didn't even see him leave. Sugar was shrieking, there was no other word for it. She suddenly grabbed Kurt's wrist in a death grip, and pulled him closer to the bar, probably for a better view.

Music started up and Kurt saw Blaine step up onto the bar, mic in hand, as he began singing.

"I could tell when I stepped in the room

And I saw you standing there

Caught in a vibe by the way that you moved

Couldn't help the way I stared

There was some mysterious force

Leading me here to you, lead me to you"

Okay, singing was a loose term. Growling would be more accurate. Blaine was across the bar, but spotted Kurt and sang directly at him.

"So I stood there watching

I was hypnotized

By the rhythm of your body

And the music in your eyes

And I was lost inside your world with you"

Then he did this thing that could only be described as moaning, which made Kurt blush. Thankfully, Blaine turned to the DJ, pointing at him as he sang the chorus.

"Hey Mr. DJ keep playin' that song for me

Out on the floor in my arms she's gotta be

Let's get it on, Jam all night long

Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ please play it for me."

Blaine started walking around the bar, really making the crowd cheer. Kurt was sure Sugar was about to pass out next to him. He was certain she thought Blaine was singing this song to her. For some reason, Blaine never came over to their section of the bar, choosing instead to send winks their way. Each time he did so, Sugar would squeal and exclaim how hot Blaine was. It was completely obvious to Kurt, Blaine was singing directly at him.

"Now it feels it could be romance

As we dance across the floor

Every move that your body makes

Only makes me want you more

And it seems like time's moving fast

How can we make this last?

Make it last now"

He started rolling and thrusting his hips along with the music, and Kurt couldn't help his mouth from watering just a little. The song and the man singing it were hypnotizing, he couldn't do more than stare. Blaine worked the crowd again as he sang the next bridge and chorus. People were even beginning to sing and dance along. The song slowed slightly and Blaine stood tall as he sang as sensually as he could.

"Close your eyes

And imagine us alone

Let the music put you in a zone

I get lost

Lost inside a groove with you

When you do the dance you do

Come on and work your body, work your body."

The next part of the song was apparently some sort of sing a long, and Blaine somehow got everyone to sing with him before he sang the chorus a couple more times. Finally, thankfully, the song ended. Blaine gave Kurt the biggest smile and threw yet another wink at him. Sugar was screaming and Kurt realised he was breathing heavily.

Him and Blaine were just staring at each other as the crowd went wild. The DJ was yelling something into the mic, but they continued to stare at each other. Then Sugar started to literally shake Kurt's shoulders, going on about how hot that was. Kurt agreed.

Wait. No. That was Blaine singing at him. No it was not hot. It was wrong. Wrong, wrong wrong. Because Kurt hated Blaine. Yes. So, there was no reason for him to be turned on right now. Oh God, he was turned on right now!

Kurt quickly turned away and ran for the door. Not even bothering to go tell Rachel he was leaving, actually not even remembering he came here with her. He just needed to get outside and in cab then go home.

He doesn't really remember how he got there, but suddenly he was slamming his front door and breathing a sigh of relief. Home. Safe home. No stupid men singing sexually charged songs at him in here.

Kurt convinced himself it was the alcohol that was making him feel that way and vowed to never drink again. At least not while Blaine Anderson was in the same state as him. He shook his head at his own silliness, and went to change out of his clothes. He felt dirty, though all he did was watch helplessly as Blaine rolled his hips and shook his ass-

No.

Kurt would not let himself think about it anymore. Besides, Blaine had Sugar to spend the evening with. He glared darkly at the room as he changed. He needed a good distracting movie. Something scary with a lot of gore. Hopefully there was something suitable on his Netflix.

Once he was changed, he went to the kitchen to make himself some tea. He knew he should probably just go to bed, but he was honestly afraid of where his dreams may take him. After the tea was made, he went to settle into the couch but there was a soft knock at the door.

He sighed, figuring Rachel forgot her key or something. Well at least she was home early and could distract Kurt from his thoughts. Except when he swung the door open, it wasn't Rachel standing there.

It was Blaine.

They stared at each other for a moment before Kurt remembered to glare at Blaine. For some reason, this made Blaine smile and invite himself in.

"There's my Kurt." He said as he walked past.

Kurt blinked in surprise and shut the door, following Blaine into his house. Blaine stopped after a few steps and turned to face Kurt with an amused expression.

Kurt was anything but amused. "May I ask why you're here? Scratch that. How are you here? Stalking me?"

Blaine laughed and replied, "Rachel told me when I asked. And stalking you? Maybe a little. I wanted to talk to you."

"Right right. So you show up at my house in the middle of the night, leaving your girlfriend behind at some bar just so we could have a lovely conversation about the weather."

"Sugar isn't my girlfriend. She's uh- She's, well she's-"

Kurt interrupted, "Ah right. She's a publicity stunt so everyone around the world knows that The Blaine Anderson loves vagina."

It was Blaine's turn to glare. Kurt continued, "You may be able to fool the rest of the world, but you're not fooling me. I know the truth, remember?."

"The truth? You want the truth? Okay then. Truth is, you couldn't keep your eyes off me tonight. Just like I couldn't keep my eyes off you at your show earlier."

This stunned Kurt a little and he stuttered out, "Y-you were at my show?"

Blaine ignored the question, stepping closer and lowering his voice, "Admit it Kurt. You want me, just as bad as I want you. Have always wanted you."

They were much closer now. Too close. Kurt's heart was racing, his breath catching in his throat, but he managed to step back and make it to the door. He opened it wide, then stared at Blaine. "Get out."

Blaine's eyes darkened as we walked forward, stopping in front of Kurt. He slammed the door shut then roughly pushed Kurt against it, instantly sealing their lips together in a heated kiss. Kurt made a whimper of protest, but soon found himself kissing back with everything he had. He pulled Blaine closer, pushing a hand through his curls and gripping tight.

The kiss lacked any real technique, both too desperate to really worry about how well they were kissing. It was all teeth and tongues and hungry growls. Kurt was so lost in it. He had never felt anything quite like this before. This raw passion. The need to be closer, much, much closer. He lifted his leg and locked it over Blaine's hip, pulling them closer. He let out a moan when their groins pressed against each other and he could feel Blaine's hardness through his jeans.

Wait.

No.

Blaine. This was Blaine.

His arch enemy Blaine. What was he doing? With a gasp and a rough shove, Kurt pushed Blaine away from him. His hand instantly came up to his mouth as he stared in horror at the other man. Blaine blinked in surprise then took a step forward, eyes apologetic.

"Kurt I-"

Kurt cut him off, his voice rough and his breathing heavy, "Get out."

Blaine reached a hand out, but dropped it just as fast. "Kurt wait- I didn't mean..just let me-"

"GET OUT!"

The shout startled them both. Kurt felt behind him and found the doorknob, quickly opening the door and looking anywhere but at Blaine. There was a pause before he saw Blaine's shoes come into his view. Another silent pause, then he heard Blaine sigh sadly before walking out of the open door.

Kurt blinked back tears as he shut the door, then falling against it and sliding to the floor. He buried his face in his hands and let out a slow breath.

"What the hell just happened?"