Chapter 4: Think Happy Thoughts

"Blaine!" Blaine jolted awake from the sounds of Gwen screeching his name from the hallway.

"Don't have a bitch fit Princess!" Blaine suddenly heard Cherie yell to Gwen, he sighed and rubbed his eyes before hopping out of bed and walking out to the hallway. Gwen stood in front of the open doorway of the guest room tapping her foot and shooting Blaine a glare.

"Would you like to explain why this lush is in the guestroom?" She put her hands on her hips and huffed. Blaine peered in the room to see Cherie in a towel and her hair dripping wet.

"Cherie and I had a few drinks last night after work and I brought her here so she didn't have to drive and possibly crash." Blaine pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"You really expect me to believe that? You have a random woman in my house, sleeping in my house, and you just supposedly had drinks together?" Gwen said harshly with accusation.

"Believe it because that's what happened; would you like me to retrieve the trash bin with my hangover vomit in it to prove it to you?" Cherie crossed her arms over her chest and gave Gwen a full on bitch face.

"Cherie is right and how would anything else happen if we were in separate rooms the entire night. So yeah Gwen nothing happened." Blaine stated.

"And you know another reason why nothing happened Princess? Because he's gay! G-A-Y! Gay!" Cherie yelled and through her hands up in the air.

"I have to go to the office." Gwen gritted before turning on her heal and leaving down the stairs.

"Well she really is a wonderful wakeup call." Cherie said sarcastically before turning around and dropping her towel.

"Cherie I know I'm your friend and all plus gay but I don't think I need to see….your lady parts." Blaine said as he suddenly found the ceiling to be very interesting.

"Oh please I'm a guest I do what I do naturally at my own home so deal with it. Now can you lend me some clothes I kind of made a mess on my dress from last night." She giggled and turned back around to let Blaine see her full frontal.

"Yeah, sure, whatever just please put a towel over…that." He gestured to her body before jogging away from the room to get her something to wear.

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Once she was fully dressed in Blaine's College t-shirt and a worn out pair of jeans they both headed downstairs to relax and talk. Blaine headed straight to the coffee machine and poured to cups for him and Cherie.

"Keep it black." She stated before sashaying into the living area. Once he was done mixing his coffee he walking into the room to find Cherie placed comfortably on his brown leather couch. He handed her coffee to her and relaxed on the opposite loveseat in the room.

"So Blaine did you have fun with Fauvette last night I can barely remember anything." She giggled and sipped her coffee.

"Define fun?" Blaine said hesitantly and eyed over the room.

"Fun, as in did he ravish you or the other way around?" she chuckled and cocked her head to the side, awaiting an answer.

"Unfortunatley no, no fun." He sighed.

"Why the hell not?" she exclaimed and eyed him like he was insane.

"I-I don't know really I mean, honestly I was dying to touch him but…." Blaine trailed off not knowing how to explain exactly how he felt.

"Don't tell me you letter your little dapper ways be a cockblock. Oh dear lord you did." She groaned and threw her head back dramatically.

"I-I just….I'm scared that-" He stopped himself because what he was thinking, though it was correct, it was delusional.

"Scared of what?" She asked calmly and took a gulp of her coffee.

"I'm scared that if we do it that…well that would be all, it would just be one time and I jus-just want it to last." He was being honest, Fauvette was truly beautiful and intriguing and Blaine felt like he just couldn't stand the idea of not being able to see him again. At the same time Blaine thought he couldn't and shouldn't expect more, why would a gorgeous dancer stick around with someone like him.

"Blaine I…" She faded out without another word and Blaine understood. What could she possibly do or say to sooth him, he would just have to see what happens.

After a long draining silence Cherie spoke and rattled up a conversation.

"I'm leaving, tonight, for Venice I'm getting interviewed for a sex column on my last book." She stated quietly letting out a soft sigh.

"How long?" Blaine asked.

"I'll be there a week, I'm staying with a close friend so I'll also be spending time with them. Think you can manage a week without me?" She asked cheekily.

"I handled to months without you, it wasn't easy, but I think I can last a week after that catastrophe." Blaine chuckled.

"You were supposed to say that when I left you felt you couldn't breathe and lusted for my hugs but I guess your answers okay." She giggled.

"Oh well that too." Blaine shrugged sarcastically.

"Smart ass." She quipped.

"You love it."

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When Cherie left the house and said goodbye to Blaine he didn't know what to do it was only a half hour past twelve and he didn't have to work today.

He sighed and began to stalk up to the guest room and clean up the mess Cherie left in the guest bathroom. While he was wiping down the sink clean of his friends stomach contents he peered up to find a small white piece of paper stuck on the mirror.

Cameos

Bar by Day and Entertainment Club by Night

Blaine chuckled at the tacky red shiny font stamped into the card with devil horns above the O. He twirled it between his fingers only to see Cherie's delicate script on the back of it in black pen.

Of course you would clean up my mess you silly boy. So to make up for my trail of body fluids go get some drinks, on my tab. Also, Blaine sweetie, say hi to Fauvette to me.

Love Cherie xo

He sighed and read over her not a few more times before leaving the mess and cleaning supplies behind to get ready to go to Cameos.

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It would be an understatement if Blaine said he was nervous, he was beyond the word nervous. He was going to Cameos during the day, he was going to see Fauvette during the day, and worst part of it all was that he was going alone.

Blaine was now walking and weaving through the familiar alley ways and corners where Cherie usually leaded him through. Blaine was now padding down the familiar sidewalk that lead to the bar, he smiled as the familiar neon sign and door came into view. It was odd and new, seeing the place in daylight, the sign didn't have its usual glow due to the sunlight and the doors blue was much lighter than he thought. After hesitating for a minute or so Blaine let out a deep breath and opened the door to walk inside.

It all looked the same the decorations, the colors, and there were a few familiar faces from the two times he had been there but it all had a different atmosphere. It wasn't puling with music, sweat and flushed bodies. Only a few people were scattered around the tables and most of the bar counter was filled with people sipping at their drinks and talking with the tenders.

Blaine slowly walked over to the bar and took a seat in one of the free stools he saw someone wearing a fedora crouched down as they arranged something under the bar.

"What can I get you?" a muffled voice came from under the counter.

"Uhm I'll have glass of Jameson." He sighed and peered around the room once as he heard the clatter of the person getting his drink. The beautiful boy he hoped to see was nowhere in sight he sighed once more and turned his focus back to the bar.

"Waiting for someone?" A familiar sweet voice ringed forward, Blaine peered up to find Fauvette with his glass of whiskey in hand swirling it teasingly.

"No." He replied with his captivated expression still on his face.

"Good, no competition." Favuette winked before sipping from Blaine's glass. Blaine was completely frozen, the look of Fauvette's Adams apple bobbing as he swallowed from the drink and the small lick of his lips as he set the glass down in front of Blaine.

Blaine took in his appearance; there was no glitter or boy shorts or makeup, just a handsome man in a t-shirt and tight jeans. Even though Fauvette lacked his usual appearance and gimmick he still kept his sexy rate off the chart, Blaine really wanted someone to explain to him how someone in jeans and a shirt could just ooze so much sex appeal.

"So what brings you to a bar at one in the afternoon?" Fauvette asked cheekily.

"I wanted to see you." He thought.

"Cherie left an open tab for me to make up for the mess she made in my guestroom." He lied with a chuckle.

"She did that to me too but didn't make up to me with free drinks; I'm going to have to talk to her about that." He smirked.

"Yeah uh she says Hey, she's going to-"

"Venice? Yeah I know she texted me all about it drunkly last night." He giggled.

After a few moments of silence and Blaine squirming under Fauvette's hot stare, it was all broken off when Fauvette suddenly through his legs over the surface of the bar and swinging them lightly aside Blaine's arm.

"Follow me." He ordered quietly to Blaine before hopping off the bar top and walking towards the red door by the stage. Blaine hurried after him and past the door; he came to a halt to grab Blaine's hand before moving on.

Fauvette tugged him into the room where they were formally introduced; surprisingly Fauvette only pulled Blaine passed the array of vanities and chairs to settle in front of another door. It was white and wooden with a copper colored door knob; Fauvette immediately retched the door open and started to tug Blaine up a set of hardwood stairs.

"W-where are we going?" Blaine asked nervously as he tumbled behind the gorgeous man.

"My place." Fauvette chuckled and picked up his pace. Seconds later they were standing in what looked like an apartment.

"You live here?" Blaine asked as he noticed Fauvette didn't bother letting go of his hand.

"Yup home sweet home, take a seat I'll be right back I need your assistance." Blaine reluctantly let go of his hand to sit down on a small white couch up against a redbrick wall as Fauvette sauntered off at what appeared to be a bathroom.

Blaine passed his palms over his knees nervously and slowly eyed over the place. It was very well decorated it seemed like the theme was black and white. The sofa and love seat were white and the small side tables were black topped with striped tall lamps and in the center was a clear glass table with a small black bowl with….ashes in it? Blaine was broke from his observation when Fauvette walked back into the room with an armful of what appeared to be clothes.

"So Mr. Anderson I need your help, help with my performance outfit for tonight." He said slyly and rested the pile of clothes on the white love seat across from Blaine.

"W-what?" Blaine's pulse jumped, what was about to happen?

"You see a few customers have been asking if I can add a few, accessories so to say to my performance outfits." Fauvette replied as he reached behind the loveseat pulling out a long black box.

"Basically, I had to choices, a thong or…" He trailed off as he set the box on top of the small glass table, sliding the ashtray away. Then he slowly tugged the lid off to expose a sea of purple tissue paper, he looked up quickly to smirk at Blaine before pushing away the tissue paper. What Blaine saw immediately made him almost choke on his own saliva.

In the box was a crimson corset with thin black lines tracing the bust edge, Fauvette's elegant and pale fingers traced lightly over the front laces.

"You see the problem is I have no idea what colors to wear with this and what kind of bottoms." He rose slowly from his knees and sauntered over to the pile of clothing. Though Blaine felt like his lungs were being squished by the growing pulse of his heart he was still fully capable of checking out his pert ass.

"I was thinking maybe the typical black or maybe a navy blue?" He turned around on his heel holding to pairs of shorts. Blaine didn't know what to say his mind kept going back to the corset, why the hell was the idea of Fauvette wearing a corset turning him on so much?

"Blaine? Which one do you think I should go with?" Fauvette pulled for his attention once more and took a few small steps closer to Blaine.

"B-both would be- be fine." Blaine managed to choke out.

"Maybe I can wear the black sparkly boy shorts and forget the glitter?" Blaine could only simply nod and gulp at the suggestion due to his imagination running wild.

"Maybe…we should preview it, how does that sound?" Without waiting for a response Fauvette grabbed the box of the table and ran into the bathroom. Now Blaine was sure his heart was going to bust out of his chest and it wasn't helping that he was half hard. Any second now Fauvette was going to walk out with that corset on and Blaine didn't know what he would do.

"I might need your help tying it up!" Fauvette shouted from the bathroom sounding like he was struggling.

Before Blaine could even register his words Fauvette was standing in the center of a room with the corset around his midsection, unlaced.

"A little help?" He gestured to the front with a smirk. Blaine took a deep breath before attempting to stand up but was stopped by Fauvettes hand.

"It might be a little easier if you just sit, I want it tight so you're going to have to pull…real good." Suddenly Blaine had a lap full of beautiful limbs. Fauvettes knees were on the sides of his thighs and his arms drooped lazily, framing the corset.

"Just take the ends of the laces and pull I'll let you know when it's tight enough." Fauvette whispered and grasped Blaine's hands to pull them forward to the laces. With shaking hands Blaine took the laces and gave a small tug, he heard Fauvette hum in approval. Blaine was fully hard now but lucky Fauvette was hovered just enough so he wouldn't feel it. Blaine tugged one more a bit harder than he did at first and looked up at Fauvette's darkened eyes, he smiled.

"A little bit tighter." Fauvette urged and moved his face closer to Blaine's and laid his hands on hi shoulders at the same time. Blaine shivered under his touch and gaze, he tugged once more and Fauvette whimpered.

"Come on just a little more I know you can do it you're so….strong." Fauvette whispered feverously and touched his forehead to Blaine's causing his breath to hitch. Blaine felt a surge of control and lust and tugged harshly at the laces, Fauvette through his head back and whimpered once more. Blaine finished off the laces in a small bow, with him feeling confident Blaine took it up a notch and placed a small soft kiss above the top of the corset, his lips meeting the sinfully soft flesh.

"Thank you." Fauvette whispered before slowly sliding off of Blaines lap.

"My breaks over but will you come see me…perform tonight?" Fauvette asked quietly as he took a few steps back towards the bathroom.

"Yeah." Blaine smiled confidently and rose from the couch an then proceeded to kiss Fauvette on the cheek before heading towards the door.

"You forgot something." He heard Fauvette yelp; He turned around slowly only to be me by the feeling of Fauvettes warm slips against his own.

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