"Where are you taking me now?" Blaine asked, trying to raise his voice over the sound of the bustling city. One minute Kurt was talking about his roommate, Rachel (who had brought him to the party and sounded a bit overwhelming to say the least), and the next he was pulling Blaine down the streets of New York City, again.

"Somewhere!" Kurt called back giddily.

"Please tell me this isnt another place where I can get bodily injuries." If the first place Kurt took Blaine was ice skating there was no telling where hed take him next.

"No promises!" Kurt smiled from ear-to-ear as he pulled Blaine for another block. Blaine couldnt help but smile too; Kurts enthusiasm was contagious.

Blaine wondered if Kurt was this way with everyone he met or maybe…Blaine was special.

"Here we are!" Kurt exclaimed when they stopped in front of a building bursting with music and flashing lights. There were men going in and out, many dressed in thin shirts and jeans so tight it was hard not to stare.

"Did you…just bring me to a gay nightclub?" Blaine asked slowly, trying to keep his voice from changing octaves.

"I mean, if you want to get specific…"

Kurt tried to take Blaines hand again before Blaine pulled away. "Didnt we just leave a party? Why would I walk straight back into a place thats probably even more crowded-"

Blaine stopped when he realized Kurt was merely inches from him, and Blaine could feel his heart start to race. Were Kurts eyes always that color? What would happen if Blaine chose to close the space between them and…

"Why do I make you nervous?" Kurt asked, almost too innocently. Something told Blaine Kurt knew exactly why.

Blaine had to wait a few moments to answer so he didnt sound like a stuttering idiot. "Well for starters youre three inches from my face and for all I know you could be a serial killer who chose me as your next victim."

Kurt smirked. "Plausible, but highly unlikely." There was a few seconds of awkward silence before Kurt took Blaines hand and bit his lip. "I promise youll have fun. Just a few minutes? If you dont like it I swear we can leave and do something you want to do."

"I guess…"

"Great!" Kurt started pulling Blaine to where people were lining up to get in.

"I guess this would be the best time to admit that Ive never been in one of these clubs before," Blaine said over the loud thumping of the music as they walked through the doors. The air was almost humid and the atmosphere was quite different than anything Blaine had ever encountered.

"I thought so," Kurt replied. "Just try not to get lost and dont go home with any guys who cant show you a valid ID. You dont want to wind up sleeping with a guy whos a freshman in high school."

"Ill try to keep that in mind…"

Blaine stared mindlessly at the men dancing around him. Most of them seemed his age or older, although there were a few he knew were not possibly old enough to legally get into the place.

Once they managed to make their way to the bar Kurt told Blaine he had to go to the restroom and that hed be right back. "Just order yourself something, I wont be long," he had told him.

Blaine didnt like the feeling of being left by himself in an unfamiliar environment, but did as Kurt told him and ordered a Coke from the bar. "Are you sure thats all you want, sugar?" The bartender asked.

Blaine nodded. "Im taking it easy tonight."

"Dont be ridiculous," said an unfamiliar voice from beside him. "Well have two Long Island iced teas, on me."

"No really, Im fine," Blaine countered. He looked over to find a guy much taller than Blaine standing next to him, an empty drink already in his hand. He was tan with blond hair, and obviously very, very drunk.

"Dance with me," he nearly slurred. He was half-lidded and barely able to stand on his own two feet. Something about him that made Blaine feel extremely uncomfortable.

Blaine looked around the crowd to see if Kurt was on his way back yet, but he was nowhere in sight. "Umm…no, thank you. Im expecting someone so Im just going to stay here," Blaine told him calmly.

"Come on, its just one dance," he persisted, grabbing Blaines arm almost too hard.

"Hey!" Blaine suddenly let go of the breath he had been holding at the sound of Kurts voice. "Im pretty sure when someone says no they mean no." Kurts voice was harsh and Blaine couldnt see Kurts eyes but he knew he didnt want to be on the other side of his glare.

"Kurt I can handle it." Blaine didnt want to make anything into a situation.

Kurt looked over at Blaine for a few moments and his eyes softened. Turning back to the guy, who clearly didnt even register what was going on, Kurt continued sharply. "Maybe you should lay off the alcohol next time, guys are much more receptive to people who can actually walk in a straight line." He looked at the guy for a few more seconds before adding, "Maybe you should lay off the tanning bed for a while, too. I would recommend getting that dark spot on your arm checked out, youre never too young for skin cancer." Kurt picked up the drinks that the bartender had just placed on the table. "Thanks for the drinks!"

Kurt motioned for Blaine to follow him and Blaine quickly complied. Blaine was pretty sure neither he nor the guy understood completely what had just happened. They moved to a table and sat down next to each other before Kurt slid Blaine one of the drinks and started sipping on his.

"I can see why you dont go out, youre a creep magnet."

"Hmm, I wonder why," Blaine mumbled.

Kurt paused for a moment to look at Blaine, who was staring down at his lap. "Here." Kurt placed his hands on Blaines shoulders and turned his body towards him. Blaine looked at him skeptically as Kurt rolled up the sleeves of his cardigan. "You look so uptight, relax," Kurt said soothingly, running his hands up Blaines arms and shoulders, finally stopping at his neck. He untied Blaines bow tie and fixed the collar of his shirt, smiling thoughtfully. "There, now youre nightclub material."

"Why are you doing this?" Blaine questioned. "Being so nice to me?"

Kurts answer caused Blaines breath to hitch. "Because," he said slowly, leaning in dangerously close, his breath hot on Blaines cheek. "You make me nervous, too," he whispered into his ear.

Before Blaine could even manage to register Kurts words he was gone. "Where are you going?" Blaine asked as Kurt got up from the table.

"Im going to dance. Do you want to come with me?"

Blaine looked out into the crowd of men and shook his head, still bewildered by what just happened. "Im just going to finish my drink, but Ill meet you out there when Im done."

"You better," he smirked, although Blaine could tell he was disappointed. But like a switch Kurts whole demeanor changed, and he practically strutted to the dance floor.

Blaine could feel the heat in his cheeks and his heart was beating faster than the bass of the song that was playing. What was Kurt doing to him? And more importantly: Why?

Once Kurt started dancing Blaine couldnt stop staring. For the first time that night Blaine allowed himself to actually look at Kurt. His red shirt hugged his lean torso perfectly, and his dark black pants made it hard for Blaine to keep his eyes off his ass. Blaine bit the inside of his cheek, trying to send his rampant thoughts elsewhere, but all he could think about was the way Kurt was losing himself to the music, his body moving in perfect rhythm.

Blaine looked down at his untouched drink. Maybe Kurt was right, he was acting uptight. Blaine deserved to let go and have a little fun, right?

He fixed his eyes back on Kurt and watched as he moved his hips in ways Blaine didnt even think were possible. Two guys started moving closer to Kurt, and soon they were dancing together and rubbing their bodies against him. Kurt must have noticed Blaines staring, because he kept looking over at him with piercing eyes.

Blaine nervously tried to redirect his attention, finding it easiest to concentrate on the drink in front of him, which he decided to drink after a short deliberation. When he finished, he allowed his eyes to drift back to Kurt, who was finally dancing alone again. Blaine didnt know whether or not to take the opportunity and dance with him, but as soon as Kurt made eye contact with him the whole world felt like it was frozen in place. All Blaine could hear was the steady beat of the music as he made his way to Kurt, their eye contact never faltering.

Kurt grinned when Blaine made it to the dance floor, pulling him in by his belt loops. "I thought you werent going to come," Kurt admitted.

"And here I thought you knew everything."

"I can still be surprised. I actually really like surprises."

"Well Ill have to keep that in mind," Blaine replied, as Kurts eyes suddenly broke away and his smile faded.

Before Blaine could ask if something was wrong Kurt took his hands and pulled him to the center of the club. "Dance with me, I know you can."

At first they were dancing a few feet away from each other, slowly getting into the rhythm of the music. As time progressed, they moved gradually closer, until Kurt had his arms on Blaines shoulders and their bodies were pressed against each other. Blaines head was spinning, and the air almost felt too thick for his lungs.

Blaine placed his hands on Kurts waist and Kurts eyes fluttered closed, his face flushed red from dancing. This was the closest Blaine had been to anyone physically in so long, and he could feel himself wanting, needing more.

He slowly moved his hands to the small of Kurts back and then further down, stopping before he indulged his desire to slip his hands into Kurts back pockets.

Kurt opened his eyes, which were much darker than before, and carefully studied Blaine. Blaine had never seen anyone with pupils so dilated, the blue in his eyes almost disappearing.

Blaines heart was beating out of his chest. Kurt knew it too, and something told Blaine he felt the same way. At that moment Blaine wanted nothing more than to press their lips together, to feel the electricity with another person that he had been lacking for so long.

Blaine hadnt even realized they had stopped dancing.

Kurt slid his hands around the back of Blaines neck and brushed his thumb against his jawline. His hands were smooth and warm, and he loved the way they felt against his skin.

"Relax," Kurt whispered, his hands slipping down to Blaines shoulders.

Blaine felt the tension and nervousness suddenly leave his body just with Kurts words. Blaines eyes drifted to Kurts lips, which were slightly parted and no more than a few inches in front of his.

"Kiss me." The words were so faint that Blaine didnt even know if they were Kurts words or if he had imagined them. But whatever the case may be, Blaine closed the empty space between them and pressed his lips against Kurts. As soon as he did everything fell silent, and the only thing Blaine could hear was the sound his own heartbeat beating hard against his chest.

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaines shoulders, pulling him in closer. His lips were soft and firm and more than hed ever expected. Blaine was tentative to do anything more, afraid that hed startle Kurt or go too far.

When they broke for air, Blaine tried to hold back a whine and was surprised to hear one come from Kurt. All of the nervousness he felt was suddenly replaced with arousal. Blaine couldnt get over how unbelievably gorgeous Kurt looked and the sound that just came out of his mouth didnt help Blaines growing desire.

"Wow," Kurt breathed.

Suddenly a rush of adrenaline surged through Blaine, and he captured Kurts lips in yet another kiss. Kurt deepened the kiss within seconds and slid his hands down Blaines arms, which were pulling Kurt in by the small of his back. It was intense and electrifying and Blaine didnt even care that there were people around him because everything felt incredible and so, so right.

"Youre amazing," Blaine whispered against Kurts lips, his voice deep and raspy. Blaine loses himself in the moment, suddenly finding himself peppering kisses down Kurts jaw. Kurt didnt seem to mind, tilting his head to the side and humming as Blaine pressed his lips to Kurts neck.

Then everything felt wrong.

Kurt froze in Blaines arms, and his hands started to shake. His body started swaying and Blaine thought he was going collapse.

Blaine pulled back and tried to search Kurts eyes, which were looking past him and into the crowd. "Kurt, whats wrong?"

"I-" Kurt looked at Blaine and back to crowd. "I-Im sorry." Kurt suddenly pulled away, shaking his head and pushing through the crowd, leaving Blaine alone in the middle of the dance floor.