"Lets go out to dinner," Kurt said when he came through the door of their condo.

Blaines stomach clenched. The look on Kurts face was eerily reminiscent of the one hed had when Blaine confessed to cheating senior year. "Whats going on?" he asked. If Kurt was hiding something, Blaine wanted to know now in the privacy of their home and not in a restaurant where people could gawk if they got into it.

"Nothing." Kurts smile came out forced. 

"Im not going anywhere unless you tell me what it is." 

Kurt flopped down on the couch next to Blaine. “I kissed your brother today,” he said, his gaze firmly fixed on his lap.

“What?” Blaine growled. He'd had a feeling this was going to be bad, but it was worse than he'd imagined. “Why?”

Sighing, he said, “To see if we have chemistry.”

“Do you?” Blaine asked, unsure if he wanted to hear the answer.

“Yes. Your brother's gorgeous." Kurts eyes flicked up. "I mean," he backpedaled, "we had enough sparks to convince the director to cast me in the role as Cooper's love interest. I'm going to be a stripper at a gay bar named Dicks. And that's Dicks as in more than one, not as in belonging to Dick.”

Blaine snorted, the tension slowly easing out of his shoulders. No wonder Cooper had been so adamant that Blaine not try out for the part. “Please tell me your dressing up as a firefighter or a police officer.”

“Do you have a thing for guys in uniforms?"

"Well, you looked super hot as officer Krupke in Westside Story. You can come arrest me anytime, officer. I've been a very very bad boy.” Blaine held his wrists together in front of Kurt.

“You're such a dork,” Kurt said, shoving playfully at Blaine's arms. “And it's a comedy, so yes, I be dressing as a stripping cop, but in a ironic twist, I'm playing an undercover cop trying to bust a drug ring being run out of the bar. So when he sees me in an actual uniform, Cooper has every reason to think I'm a stripper for the cliche treating the cop like a stripper scene. But the great news is…I get to sing on the soundtrack! People will be able to buy a CD with me singing on it. I could even sign it if I meet a fan.”

“What are you singing?”

“Stripper, by Soho Dolls. And the movie is called One More Night so Cooper and I are singing it during the closing credits.”

“That's amazing. And signing autographs is fun.” Blaines job as an elementary school music teacher allowed him time to pursue his dream of singing on stage. He had a small, but dedicated, fan base and hed preformed at several local clubs. Staying late to sign stuff for fans was always a joy. He'd even signed someone's chest once. Which he'd downplayed when telling Kurt why the guy had been trying to get all over him after the show, because damn, that guy had been attractive. The man in question had propositioned Blaine - twice. If he'd been single, Blaine would have left with him in a heartbeat. 

Blaine paused. Kurt would have fans wanting him to sign their chests and sleep with them. Hell, he'd probably be sleeping with Cooper on screen-

“Are you and my brother going to have sex?” Blaine asked.

“That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I planned to take you out for a fancy meal and tell you in the restaurant.”

“So I wouldnt be able to yell?”

“Yes. And yes to the sex question. The movie's rated R so no frontal nudity, but there are plans for a few ass shots, so we will be naked for some of the filming and I'll be stripping to a thong on screen. I knew you wouldn't like it, but it's a big opportunity. I'm going to be in a main role and not ‘waiter number three.' This is what I want to do with my life. And I have no problem kicking Cooper's ass if he a acts like an ass.”

Kurt crawled across the couch, straddled Blaine's hips, and pulled him into a kiss. “How about a celebratory blow job because you're the best husband ever?” Kurt asked between kisses.

“Mmmm,” Blaine murmured. “I was about to suggest a blow job for you to say congratulations on your big break.” Wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist, he pressed their bodies together. It didn't matter that they had been together forever. Blaine would never get tired of being with Kurt. 

“We could go in the bedroom and sixty-nine,” Kurt said. “You know, because we're both so fabulous.”

“I like the way you think, Mr. Hummel.”

So what if Blaine pulled off Kurt's dick several times to decorate both of his hips with hickies. It didn't mean anything except that Kurt had biteable skin.

An hour later, they both lay sprawled out on the bed, content and sated. "Cooper wants us to take him to a gay club," Kurt said. "For research."

Blaine laughed. "Are you serious?"

"Ugh, yes. I dont know where to take him or what to wear."

"You should wear your black crop top with the low slung jeans and your lace up boots," Blaine said. "That would be perfect for Paradise.”

Kurt blinked. "Last time I wore that particular outfit was at Rocky Horror and you kept trying to get me to put my coat on. Arent you worried Ill get cold? You went on and on about it."

Of course I did, Blaine thought. There had been a tall blond in his underwear trying to get Kurt into the infamous back row where the audience goes to fuck during the show. "Itll be warm in the club," Blaine insisted.

If they were going out, they should dress up. Kurt wouldnt enjoy himself if he didnt get to put together a stunning outfit. That was half the fun. Besides, Blaine would be able to run his hands over Kurts warm, smooth skin while they danced. And Paradise shouldn't be crazy enough to scare Cooper off. 

Kurt texted Cooper to meet them there and then spent the next half an hour getting ready and fixing his hair.

“What do you think?” Kurt asked, striking a pose. 

“Super sexy,” he said, smiling at the man he loved.

Blaine neglected to mention that those clothes did a spectacular job of showing off the bite marks on Kurts hips.