Blaine was bored. Bored, bored, bored. Being in San Francisco should be exciting. The city was amazing. He lost track of how many gay and lesbian couples hed holding hands, especially here at Night Owls. The atmosphere at the bar was nice, if a little dimly lit, with lots of stools clustered around small tables, a decent stage, and a dance area. When he'd realized that Kurt's schedule wouldn't allow him to go with him to San Francisco, Blaine had decided to head up on Friday as soon as school got out. He said it was to check out the place, but really it was so he wouldn't have to be moping around their home and getting pissed at his husband about something he couldn't control.

He still couldnt believe that Kurt had to film this weekend and wouldnt be able to see him preform. Kurt had never missed him on stage and now it would be twice. He was probably too busy having fake sex with Cooper to even notice. Blaine sucked on his drink. Misery loves company and right now his only friend was Jose Cuervo. Knowing he needed to snap out of it and being able to do it were two different things. Whatever. He'd have most of the day tomorrow to play tourist and get in a performing mood before his gig.

Someone sat down next to him at the table. Blaine opened his mouth to say he wasnt interested in talking to anyone when the words died in his throat. Sebastian Smythe smirked at him wearing a shirt that said, "You Suck. I like a that in a man."

Blaine clutched his drink, trying to figure out how hed lost track of reality and when he started hallucinating. 

"You look like shit," Sebastian said.

Blinking up at him, Blaine finally got his mouth working. "What are you doing here?"

Sebastian shrugged. “Visiting some friends. Maybe taking in a show. I heard the singer thatll be here tomorrow is awesome."

"How?" This encounter could be a vivid alcohol induced delusion. 

"Kurt and I are facebook friends. He mentioned youd be performing here and I couldnt miss sex on a stick singing like a teenage dream."

Blaine frowned at his mostly empty drink. "You and Kurt bitch at each other every time you talk."

"I know," Sebastian said. “And now we bitch over facebook. Didnt Kurt ever mention it?"

"Maybe. I dont know." Blaine vaguely recalled Kurt going on about "that smirky meerkat” living in the same state as us and hell must have frozen over when we weren't paying attention because he's got a boyfriend.

“Kurt told me you were…dating?” That sounded weird.

“Yep,” Sebastian said. “But we have a fifty mile rule and he's in San Diego.”

“Kurt's further than fifty miles away,” Blaine mumbled. 

“And if you had a rule that you could hook up when you're more than fifty miles from the ball and chain, we could go to my hotel and have a night you'd never forget. However, if I seriously suggested that, princess would carve me up with his sai swords and it would be a crime to deprive humanity of my sexy face.”

Blaine shook his head. “Huh?”

“Jesus, how much have you had?” Sebastian asked. “I'm in town for a few days and Kurt suggested I come see you now after you drunk texted him from a bar. Where is gayface anyway?”

“Probably off fucking my brother. Or getting fucked. They didn't tell me which it is.” The annoyance that he didn't know ate at him. 

Sebastian's eyes went comically huge. “Woah, what? Since when?”

“Since they started making that stupid movie together.”

“Kurt's making a porno with your brother?” Sebastian asked in disbelief. 

“No, dummy, they're making a comedy with sex scenes in it. It's rated R.”

“For a second there, I thought I'd fucked up," Sebastian muttered. 

"Fucked what up?" Blane asked, which was weird because he didnt really care.

"Nothing important. Let's get something to eat. So whats new?"

Blaine told him about teaching and performing and Kurt. Always Kurt. Sebastian talked about being a lawyer in San Diego and his boyfriend, Jeff. "But not warbler Jeff," Sebastian added quickly. “I don't do twinks."

They chatted for an hour or two, half shouting over the music and munching on greasy bar food. Sebastian's phone chimed with texts a few times. He'd pick it up, check it, and smile. It made Blaine miss Kurt more. Seeing all the happy couples surrounding him made everything that much worse. When the current song ended, Blaine thought it was odd that the next one didnt start immediately. "Dead air" was a DJ no no. 

"Hi," said a familiar voice through the sound system, "My names Kurt Hummel and apparently if you bribe the DJ enough, hell let you sing.”

Blaines mouth fell open. Kurt stood on the small stage, a wet dream with perfect hair, painted on pants, and a tight shirt that showed off his muscles. 

"So," Kurt continued. "Theres this guy I have my eye on and I know he loves music. Im hoping if I do a good enough job singing, I can get his number. Wish me luck!"

Someone shouted, "You dont need to sing to get my number."

Kurt laughed and Blaine growled. Stupid drunk people who didn't realize that Kurt wasn't available.

Ive been looking for a driver who is qualified

So if you think that youre the one step into my ride

Im a fine-tuned supersonic speed machine

Got a sunroof top and a gangster lean

Kurt didnt have cars to lay on like Rhianna in the video, but he did bend over the table on the stage, rubbing his hand down his butt and thigh when he sang about handling the curves.

I got class like a 57 Cadillac

And overdrive with a whole lot of boom in the back

He turned around and slapped his ass on the word boom and winked at Blaine. The audience erupted in cheers. 

Blaine's entire body tensed up and he started to rise. Sebastian's hand clamped down on his wrist. “I know you and Kurt love each other with the passion of a thousand fiery sunsets or what ever the fuck it is you two go on and on about, but you can't seriously think interrupting him singing is going to end well.”

After a moment's consideration, Blaine settled back into his seat.

Get you where you wanna go, if you know what I mean

Got a ride thats smoother than a limousine

Can you handle the curves? Can you run all the lights?

If you can, baby boy, then we can go all night

‘Cause its 0 to 60 in 3.5

Baby, you got the keys

Now shut up and drive, drive, drive

Kurt finished the song with a bow, handed the mike back to the DJ, and hopped off the stage, heading straight for Blaine. "Can I have your number, handsome?" he said, a playful smile dancing around his mouth.

"You can have anything you want," Blaine said.

"What if I want you naked on a bed with your legs spread?"

"What if I want *you* naked on a bed with your spread?"

"Well, Im in town for a few days. Theres a super sexy singer whos going to be performing here tomorrow and Sunday. But other than that, Im all yours for the weekend.” Kurt ducked his head and smiled shyly.

"Hey, you were fabulous," a guy interrupted. "If you dont get this guys number," he said, "Id love to give you mine."

Blaine stood up. "Hes getting my number, hes getting my hotel key card, and hes getting lucky right now. Come on, Kurt." Blaine pushed three of his fingers into the waist of Kurts jeans and dragged him towards the bathroom by the front of his pants. 

"Bye," Kurt said to the guy, stumbling after Blaine. Sebastian winked. 

Blaine pushed open the door of the restroom and pulled Kurt into the nearest stall. It was cramped and he was pretty sure at least one of the other stalls had a couple fucking in it, but he didnt care. 

"What are you doing here?" Blaine asked between kisses. He pushed Kurt against the wall and attacked his neck. 

"The director had to...oh, god...push back the filming. I...ohhhh...couldnt miss you singing…harder."

Blaine fumbled with the fly on Kurts jeans and eventually got it undone. He slid the pants down Kurts hips far enough to free his dick. "You dont have any underwear on.”

"I was hoping to have sex if my little performance went well, so I planned ahead." Kurt let out a long, low moan as Blaine started stroking his dick. "And I didnt want any lines under these pants."

Blaine wanted to fuck him against the wall, but a nagging thought suddenly occurred to him. “Lube?"

Kurt pulled a packet out of his shirt pocket and pushed it into Blaines hand. Blaine ripped it open with his teeth and squirted lube on his fingers. He wanted Kurt and he wanted him now so he didnt bother with a bunch of teasing. Blaine stretched the ring of muscles as quickly as possible. Blaine lubed up his dick and pressed inside until he bottomed out. 

“More,” Kurt whined. 

Blaine grabbed his hip with one hand and wrapped his other around Kurt's dick. Kurt twisted his head to kiss Blaine. The angle was awkward. It was more breathing into each other's mouthes than kissing, but Blaine didn't care. Kurt was hot and tight around him and that made everything perfect. 

Kurt pushed back as Blaine thrust forward. He knew the angle to hit Kurt's prostate over and over, making him moan and tighten around him. 

Blaine could feel his orgasm building. He stroked Kurt, trying to make him come first. Kurt twitched in his hand, warm fluid coating his fingers and making everything slippery. Toes curling, Blaine stilled as pleasure fired across his nerves.

“Love you,” Kurt panted.

Blaine slumped against Kurt, pushing him into the wall as they both caught their breath. 

“We need a shower,” Kurt said. “And I may have gotten lucky, but I didn't get your hotel key yet. So hand it over, mister.”

With a laugh, Blaine leaned forward and kissed his husband. “Give me a minute.” He grabbed some toilet paper and got them cleaned up as best he could. 

The exited the restroom hand in hand. A few guys winked or gave them thumbs up. Sebastian smirked. “I'm glad you texted me to keep Blaine here till you showed. Watching Blaine drag you off to the bathroom? Totally worth you snarking at me on facebook. I may have to revise my no twinks policy because that was hot.”

Blaine turned steadily redder and Kurt giggled. A short man with a shirt sporting the bar's logo approached and the clench in Blaine's stomach had nothing to do with all the alcohol he'd drunk.

"Hi Blaine," Steven said. 

"Hey. This is my friend Sebastian and my husband Kurt." He put an emphasis on the word husband hoping that it didnt sound like he was hooking up with a random person. "Guys this is Steven. The owner of the bar who hired me to sing tomorrow."

Sebastian laughed and bit his lip. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

Kurt blushed. "Im so sorry," he said in a rush. "I was just messing around and wanted to surprise Blaine. Hes very professional and I wasnt thinking. Please. This was all my fault."

Steven waved his hand dismissively. "Pftttt. If I had someone who looked like you in my life, Id run to the bathroom for a quicky, too. And I assume that when you preform tomorrow that Kurt wont need to drag you off. Cuz that might give the audience ideas and I dont want any problems."

"Ill keep my hands to myself.” Kurt stepped away from Blaine.

“You two ever perform together?” Steven asked.

“Dear god, please no,” Sebastian moaned. “They'll sing some sappy Disney princess song.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “We sing stuff besides Disney. But this is Blaine's show.”

"How did you get the DJ to let you sing? Hes a hard ass about letting people use the cordless mike even when were doing karaoke."

“He thought he recognized me from somewhere. Turns out he's a huge fan of Cooper Anderson and Im staring as his love interest in a movie. I described in detail what a great kisser he is and promised to send an autographed photo.”

"Lucky," Steven said, fanning himself. “Cooper is so hot.”

"I know,” Kurt said. “But enough of that, we need to go. I want to make sure Blaine gets plenty of sleep to put on a fantastic show tomorrow.”

Blaine lips pressed into a thin line and Sebastian glanced between the two of them several times.

“What the hell?” Sebastian mouthed as he gestured to Kurt.

Blaine shrugged. For the first time since Kurt told him that he'd be in the movie, Blaine felt a little better. If Sebastian thought something was odd, then Blaine wasn't crazy. Probably.