Chapter 18

"At least he's gone now," Blaine said after Sebastian stormed out of the room. Trent and Jeff had headed for the pool, leaving Kurt and Blaine alone.

"What was all that?" Kurt asked. Sebastian had demanded to know how Kurt had hid and Blaine insisted he was a wizard who would crucio his ass if he didn't back off. "I mean, what's a wizard?"

"A human who can do magic. It's made up like fairy tales. Although," Blaine reached under Kurt's hat to stroke his ears, "I'm open to the possibility that it's real. Sebastian will think it was some sort of trick, not real magic. My favorite wizard is Harry Potter. He has seven books and eight movies. If only he and Draco Malfoy were gay for each other, it would have been perfect."

"What kinds of magic did they do?"

"Spells and potions, mostly."

"What's your favorite one?"

Blaine bit his lip. "Expecto Patronum. It shoots a ghostly animal out of your wand and it defends you from evil. Everyone's animal is different and it says something about you. Plus the tenth doctor sort of used that spell to repel witches."

"I wonder what mine would be," Kurt mused.

"Something amazing." Blaine's eyes glazed over. "It would be so awesome if you could do that."

Kurt considered for a moment. He couldn't conjure an actual animal, but he might be able to create an image of one.

He didn't have his wand, but he wouldn't use it for something like that. He held out his hand. "Expecto Patronum." He made a bubble, but instead of round, he focused on a bird.

It was supposed to look like the one in his learn to read books, but it wasn't exactly the way he wanted.

Blaine's face lit up. "Oh my god, is that a warbler?"

"Yes," Kurt said quickly, reaching for it with his magic to better shape the head. It could be a warbler if you squinted. He pushed too hard and it popped.

"Your patronus is a warbler? That's so romantic, it means we're soulmates. Do it again!"

Kurt did it a second time, concentrating on the bird in the Warbler logo.

"That's so hot," Blaine moaned. He pushed Kurt back on the bed and straddled his hips. Threading his fingers through Kurt's hair, Blaine attacked Kurt's neck, kissing and sucking. "If I teach you more spells, will you do them?" Blaine asked between kisses.

"If your going to act like this when I do, sure. But I may not be able to everything you want."

Blaine rolled him on top and Kurt wiggled out of his clothes. "My fiancé is Harry Freaking Potter. I've died and gone to fanboy heaven."

"You're talking too much," Kurt whispered.

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"So what's up with the magic bubbles?" Jeff asked, quietly. "Lydia would not shut up about how we should date so you'll make her magic bubbles."

"They're for my costume, sort of," Kurt whispered. "And Blaine keeps telling Sebastian I'm a wizard so he told me I can do it in front of him because it pisses him off when he can't figure out how I'm doing it."

It was now almost ten and they were getting dressed to sneak out to the club. Blaine had loudly announced he didn't feel comfortable getting changed with an audience before going into the bathroom with his costume. Kurt would be getting dressed last. Blaine hadn't seen his outfit yet and he wanted it to be a surprise.

Sebastian lounged on his and Blaine's bed wearing tiny gold shorts with a red sparkly R on the right hip and gold lace up boots. Kurt refused to blush at how naked Sebastian was. It would give him something else to start in on. Jeff dressed as a space cowboy and Trent had decided he wanted to sleep. Kurt suspected he was afraid of getting caught.

Blaine made his grand entrance. He had on a red body suit with green leggings and sleeves. A yellow belt hung on his hips. The cape was the same yellow as the belt and it fastened with a black bow tie. A black mask, cat ears, gloves and boots completed the look.

"What are you supposed to be?" Sebastian asked.

"I'm Robin dressed as a cat. What are *you* dressed up as?"

Sebastian raised his eyebrows. "Rocky Horror."

"Rocky's R goes on the left hip and the rhinestones are red, purple and pink, not all red."

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "None will notice or care."

"You sure?" Blaine asked. "My brother used to play Brad and I have never seen any group of people so anal about costuming as Rocky Horror fans. He made his corset from scratch twice because the first didn't have the proper balance of red sequins. Gay guys at a gay club will know that shit."

Kurt stifled giggle. He had no idea if any of that was true, but Sebastian's expression slowly soured.

There was a knock at the door and Kurt grabbed his bag. He went into the bathroom, scooted the pile of towels over so he would be able to see better, shrank, and hid.

Blaine yanked his mask off. Jeff opened the door to Mr. Jenkins scowling face. "What are you wearing?" he asked Blaine.

"These are my pajamas. I love Batman and Robin. I have Superman ones, too, but those are at home."

"And you," he turned to Sebastian.

"I just got back from the pool."

Mr. Jenkins ground his teeth. "Stay in the room, gentlemen."

"Aye aye, captain," Sebastian said.

Kurt grew as he flew down, and shut the door.

He twisted in front of the mirror admiring his brilliance. The costume was inspired by Jareth's in Labyrinth and created from small pieces of fabric Blaine had acquired for him. The pants were black stretchy material that hugged his legs and showed off his ass, and the black lace up knee boots with a slight heel made him taller. His corset style top, dark green in a velvety material, came up his back to just below his wings. Black fishnet gauntlets covered his arms from over his elbows to above his wrists with the marriage bracelet below. A little glitter eyeshadow and a wreath of dark purple flowers completed the look. Fluttering his wings, he smiled at his reflection.

He strode into the main room, head up, ready to blow Blaine's mind.

"Holy fuck," Jeff said. "What happened to Kurt the baby penguin?"

Blaine's eyes dilated and his dick twitched.

Kurt twirled. "You like?"

Blaine swallowed and nodded his head several times. "You're the goblin king," he breathed.

"No, why would I want to steal a baby?" He fluttered his wings and it felt so good for them to be free from the shirt. "I'm the king of the fairies."

"Good," Sebastian said. "You couldn't be David Bowie with a year to practice."

Kurt grew a bubble, his hands fluttering like wings as the ball rolled from the back of one to the other.

"Is that the magic bubble Lydia was going on about?" Jeff asked.

"She was going on about a few of them," Kurt said. He grew three more, one at a time. Blaine would know what he had done, but to the others, it would look they had appeared out of nowhere. The four stacked into a pyramid, three on the bottom and on on the top. He kept the bottom three rotating as he transferred them back and forth.

"Oh my god," Jeff said. "That's the coolest thing ever. So, I totally get why Lydia wants us to date."

"Hey," Blaine yelled, coming out of his trance.

Jeff held his hands up. "Whoa. I wouldn't try to come between you guys with a forklift. I'm just saying."

"Yawn," Sebastian said. "Is that the best you can do?"

Kurt slowly popped the bubbles one at a time. Sebastian jumped the tiniest bit. Good, thought Kurt. He was getting to him. Kurt had watched Labyrinth enough that he could copy all of Jareth's onscreen dancing and improvise for when he wasn't. Kurt sang.

I saw my baby, crying hard as babe could cry

What could I do?

My baby's love had gone

And left my baby blue

Nobody knew

What kind of magic spell to use?

Kurt added an extra thrust to his hips, enjoying the way Blaine's eyes were glued to him. Blaine licked his lips so Kurt toned it down a smidge. He didn't want to get attacked halfway through his performance. Now, if they were alone...

Dance magic, dance

Dance magic, dance

Put that baby spell on me

Jump magic, jump

Jump magic, jump

Put that magic jump on me

Slap that baby, make him free

Kurt pressed up against Blaine, gazing into his eyes. "In nine hours and twenty three minutes, you'll be mine," he said in a low, gravely voice.

"Nrrrrggg." That was even better than the baby's response in the movie. Kurt laughed. He wouldn't be surprised if Blaine started drooling.

You remind me of the babe

Kurt leaned towards Jeff, thankful when he answered.

What babe?

The babe with the power

What power?

The power of voodoo

Who do?

You do?

Do what?

Remind me of the babe

Kurt sang the chorus once more and gave a theatrical bow when he finished. Blaine clapped as he walked across the room and threw his arms around Kurt, careful of the wings. He sucked Kurt's earlobe into his mouth.

"I want to blow you at the club in that outfit," Blaine whispered.

"Okay," Kurt squeaked. "But wouldn't you rather have me blow you?'

"And risk you damaging those pants? Don't think so."

Kurt's body heated all over. He didn't care what Sebastian thought. An epiphany hit him while Blaine licked the shell of his ear. He didn't care what Sebastian thought. About him or them or anything else. They needed to stop baiting him. He'd let Blaine know the new plan as soon as he could form the words.

"Ah-hem." Someone cleared their throat loudly. "Time to go."

From the way everyone had been carrying on, Kurt hadn't expected to simply go out of the lobby doors with Nick, Jeff, Sebastian, and a couple of other Warblers. He also hand't expected to see a girl looking up and down his body with evident admiration as they waited in line.

They got inside by handing the person at the door small rectangles with pictures on them. The club wasn't what Kurt was expecting. Between the darkness and the flashing colored lights, Kurt could hardly see anything further away than a few feet. Guys in costumes he couldn't identify danced in one area and most of the small tables had people sitting at them with colored drinks. Kurt and the Warblers were wearing more clothes than most of the people already there. Kurt closed his eyes as a guy walked by wearing a tiny pouch over his dick that looked like the elephant in one of his books.

Sebastian dragged them all over to a long counter. "Blow jobs for everyone!" Blaine scowled and Kurt went white. Surely he didn't mean he wanted to have sex with all the Warblers, even if it was dark. Kurt straightened his shoulders. If this was some human tradition he was expected to participate in, Blaine was getting dragged out of there by his ear.

"What?" Nick yelped. "No way. I know I wanted to come dance with you guys, but I'm straight. I feel the same way about a guy sucking my dick as you feel about a girl sucking yours."

"He probably knows what he's doing, though..." Jeff trailed off.

"I don't care if he's a fucking expert, I'm out."

"A blow job as in the drink," Sebastian said. "Jesus Christ I don't want to suck your dick. Blaine's maybe, but fuck."

Nick stopped. "Okay, then."

Blaine put his mouth against Kurt's ear. "You are the only one I want to blow."

Kurt shivered.

Sebastian slapped a bill down on the counter. "A round of blow jobs for me and my friends."

The bartender set out small glasses, filling them from a couple of bottles and adding white foamy stuff on top.

Jeff started to pick his up.

"Stop," Sebastian hissed. "It's a blow job. No hands."

"I don't get it," Jeff said.

"Amateurs." Sebastian rolled his eyes. "You use your mouth, not your hands, for a blow job."

"Stop being an ass, Sebastian," Blaine said. "This isn't a drink most straight guys have heard of and they aren't psychic. When Cooper bought me one, the bar tender explained it to me instead of being an jerk." He smiled at the group. "It's got almond and hazelnut liqueur and Bailey's in it and it's topped with whipped cream. So, two nuts and a whole lot of cream." He leaned over the glass, wrapping his lips around the rim without getting the white fluff on his mouth, leaned his head back and swallowed a few times. He placed the glass back on the counter, held his hands up and wiggled his fingers. "Who's next?"

Jeff managed to smear the white stuff all over his mouth. Nick did better than Jeff, but that wasn't saying much.

Kurt wasn't nearly as elegant as Blaine. It was awkward and the glass was heavier than he had guessed, but he didn't drop it. And why no hands? He always used his hands to stroke at Blaine's skin or rub at his prostate when he blew him. "That was almost as good as cookies."

"Missed a spot," Blaine said, and he licked the corner of Kurt's lips. Kurt grabbed the back of his neck. He pushed his tongue into Blaine's mouth, moaning into the kiss. Blaine's hands settled on his waist and pulled him close.

A tap on his shoulder startled Kurt out of the kiss. "That's the hottest fucking thing ever," a guy in a pirate costume said. At least, Kurt thought he was a pirate because the hat reminded him of Captain Hook's. Except Captain Hook wore more clothes than the tight black shorts the guy had on. "Are you two are interested in a third, cuz I'll be all over both of you."

"A third what?" Kurt asked. Blaine flushed red.

"I think he means for sex," Jeff said quietly.

Kurt froze. "How would that even work?"

"Any way you want, sugar," the pirate said.

"We're not interested," Blaine said flatly. "Fuck off."

The guy held his hands up. "You can't blame a guy for trying."

Blaine grabbed Kurt's wrist, his grip pressing the marriage bracelet into his skin. "Come with me." In the middle of the dance floor, Blaine stopped, touching as much of Kurt as he could. He followed Blaine's lead, moving in time with his body. Blaine tightened his grip on Kurt's waist. It took a few minuets for Kurt to realize that Blaine wasn't singing along with the music, he was saying, "Mine," and, "Love you," over and over.

Kurt stopped. He grabbed the sides of Blaine's face and pulled him close. "I'm never saying good bye to you. Never." Blaine was jealous. Blaine was afraid he would run off with someone else. A small part of him wanted to say "This is how Sebastian makes me feel." It wasn't rational and it wasn't fair. Why couldn't love be simple?

"Forget him," Kurt said. "The only thing I want right now is to dance with you."

"Kay." The music playing changed. "I love this song," Blaine yelled. Kurt recognized Katy Perry's voice. Blaine listened to her a lot.

They danced, touching and grinding. Kurt's dick strained at Blaine's hip. Blaine turned, rubbing his ass against Kurt's crotch. A guy watched them out of the corner of his eye. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and bit his neck.

"Fu-uck," Blaine groaned. "Can I blow you in the back room? Please."

"Yeah." Kurt's body thrummed with the need for release, his dick so hard it hurt. He didn't care if everyone in the club, including Sebastian, watched them.

Blaine lead them to a back room where several couples were kissing and more. No one seemed to be paying attention to anyone else. Kurt leaned against an unoccupied section of wall. Blaine dropped to his knees.

"Remember, no hands for blow jobs," Kurt teased.

Blaine unfastened Kurt's pants and pulled out his dick. He licked his lips. "No hands." He sucked the head into his mouth, tonguing the slit. Kurt reached down and threaded his fingers through Blaine's hair, encouraging him to go deeper. Blaine relaxed his muscles and Kurt slid in until he hit the back of Blaine's throat.

Kurt set the pace, thrusting into the wet heat of Blaine's mouth. Blaine whimpered and pushed his hand under his costume, fisting his dick. The moans Blaine made as he came shoved Kurt over the edge.

His head hit the wall as his orgasm washed over him, pulse after glorious pulse. Blaine stilled, swallowing around Kurt's twitching cock a few times before pulling off.

Kurt fastened his pants and helped Blaine up. "That was better than I imagined," Blaine said. He panted against Kurt's neck. "We should go back out and dance before Sebastian comes looking for us

"I don't care about Sebastian," Kurt said. "I mean, I still want to know why he thinks he's heard my language, but I don't care. He'll never tell us. I'd have to blast him with magic or force him, which would get ugly. So unless you know some way to trick him into talking, I'm letting it go. Can we get another drink? After all that, I'm really thirsty."

"Sure," Blaine said and lead him back into the main room. He ordered Kurt an oatmeal cookie and Kurt was surprised and a little disappointed to find it was a drink, not a cookie. Blaine scanned the drink list. "What has the most alcohol in it?" he asked the bar tender. He turned to Kurt. "I think I have an idea."