They sat in the parking lot for several long minutes. The club was on the outskirts of Lima near a bunch of warehouses and hookah bars. To Kurt, it looked pretty sketch, but Puck assured them that the place was 'legit.' However, he probably wasn't the best person to ask these kinds of things.

Kurt swallowed nervously, realizing all the factors that could come into play tonight. First of all, they could get caught because they are minors with fake IDs. Second, they might run into some strange individuals that could make them feel uncomfortable. Third, this was a huge step for him and Blaine in their relationship, and it's possible this could make or break it.

Kurt really didn't know what to expect really. All he knew was that it was drag night, and the queens would be putting on a show that differed from the regular schedule.

"Ready?" Blaine's voice quivered with anticipation.

"I think so," Kurt steadied himself. "I'll drive home, so you can drink."

"Are you sure?" Blaine sounded uneasy.

"Yeah, I don't want my Dad to be suspicious of our outing."

"My dad would give a rip if I stumbled homed drunk at 2 in the morning," Blaine grumbled.

Kurt frowned, stroking Blaine's knuckles sympathetically. Kurt hated hearing about Blaine's deadbeat dad.

Blaine shook his head. "Sorry, this is our night." Blaine smiled blindingly before stepping out of the car.

They flashed their IDs, paid 10 bucks entrance fee, got wrist bands that claimed them as 21 and they entered the club without any trouble.

Blaine couldn't help but feel under-dressed looking around at the many colorful individuals. He thought that Kurt dressed a little outlandish sometimes, but in reality, he had nothing on these people.

They walked around nervously, not really sure what to do next.

Kurt, who was wearing gorgeous skin tight black jeans and an ironed button-up, looked modest and beautiful, and Blaine was so happy to be there with him. He squeezed Kurt's hand and led him toward the bar.

Kurt giggled behind his hand, because he noticed there were men dancing dressed in nothing but leopard print thongs in cages nearby. The shirtless bartender asked what Blaine wanted.

"Two shots of black cherry rum," Blaine replied.

Kurt raised his eyebrow, smirking. "Oh, sounds yummy."

Blaine nodded his head enthusiastically like a puppy. "It really is. Next time we come, you can have some!"

Blaine downed his shots back to back and winced slightly, but smacked his lips.

"Mmm... let's go dance!"

He slammed cash onto the sticky counter and then pulled Kurt into the mass of writhing bodies. Blaine twirled Kurt laughing cheerfully.

Kurt couldn't help but glance around. The music was almost unbearably loud, pounding against his eardrums. The lights flashed with the beat, and there was a platform on the north wall where the drag queens danced, as well as a select few really good, but inappropriate dancers.

A skinny bleach blond wearing a shimmering silver, skin-tight body suit was one of those dancers on stage. He whipped his hair around, and booty bounced against his much bulkier partner.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear, his voice slightly on the edge of jealously.

"No, Blaine, look," Kurt pointed, hollering over the loud thumping. "Is that... Karofsky?"

Kurt absolutely could not believe it, but behind the dark make-up shadowing over his eyes, and the ripped, loose-hanging t-shirt, this guy was a dead ringer.

"Holy shit, it can't be," Blaine said disbelieving.

"Well there's only one way to find out," Kurt insisted. "Let's corner him once he's done dry-humping his partner."

"Kuuuurt," Blaine whined. "That sounds really awkward; can't we just keep to ourselves?"

Kurt turned to look at Blaine, who was pouting, his plump lower lip jutting out.

"Yes, you're right," Kurt sighed affectionately. "Sorry."

Blaine smiled toothily. "I want another drink."

As the night progressed, Kurt found himself having a really good time, more than he expected to. The drag show was highly entertaining.

Blaine got progressively drunker, and more handsy, but Kurt couldn't bring himself to care. They were really reserved in public for the sake of not being bothered, but here they could just be like everyone else. With Blaine dancing close and running his hands all over him, Kurt felt wanted, sexy and that he belonged.

There was nothing but the music humming through their bodies and vibrating their skin in unison.

Blaine draped his arm over Kurt, back pressed into Kurt's front; leaning back occasionally to press soft kisses to his neck. Kurt wrapped his arms tightly around Blaine's waist, swaying to the beat, rolling his hips tantalizingly slow.

Blaine groaned in Kurt's ear. "I want to do so many bad things to you right now, Kurt."

Kurt responded by digging his fingers into Blaine's hips, pressing Blaine's ass into his half-hard dick.

Suddenly, they were yanked apart, and before Kurt could scream in frustration, he saw that it was Karofsky.

"Kurt, what are you doing here?" He looked completely panicked.

Blaine shuffled away. "I'm getting another drink…"

"What the hell, Dave?" Kurt snapped. "I'm here dancing with my boyfriend, at a gay bar. Remember that we're gay?"

Karofsky's eyes darted around nervously. "Kurt, you can't tell anyone you saw me here."

Kurt snorted. "You know I wouldn't, but you're not exactly being discrete."

Karofsky frowned. "What do you mean?"

Kurt swiped his hand through his sweaty bangs before placing it on his hip. "You were basically having sex up on the stage with your boy toy."

Karofsky's eyes narrowed and his face colored even more than it was already flushed.

"I don't know what you're talking abou-"

"Nice make-up, by the way," Kurt interjected. "I didn't bother you because it was nice to see you give in to who you actually are, but it looks like you're still in denial."

Karofsky balled up his fists, looking like he was about to strike Kurt, but instead he took a step into Kurt's personal space, with pleading eyes.

"Just please don't tell anybody," he begged. "It would ruin me."

Kurt stared determinedly back. "You know I won't. I keep my word, Dave."

Karofsky's eyebrows furrowed, biting his lips deep in thought. He seemed to make up his mind, and nodded.

"Well, see you later," he mumbled. "You better get back to your pretty little boyfriend before someone sweeps him up off his fairy feet."

He gestured in the direction of the bar and then slumped away. Kurt glanced over and saw Blaine was still at the bar, sipping a drink. He was being chatted up by a handsome brunette with a strong jaw. Blaine was probably too drunk to notice that this guy was way too close for comfort.

Kurt stormed in their direction. A few people jumped out of his way, noticing his death glare.

Once Kurt slipped his arm possessively around Blaine's waist, he jumped and almost spilled his drink in surprise.

"Kurt!" Blaine's voice was reaching slurring status. "This is Sebastian, he was asking if I would like to dance, but I told him I was here with my beautiful boyfriend."

Blaine smiled dopily, swaying, and kissed Kurt sloppily on the cheek.

"Hello, you must be Kurt," Sebastian drawled, offering a hand to shake. Kurt ignored it. "I thought Blaine was just playing hard to get"

"No, he wasn't, so if you don't mind," Kurt sniped, pulling Blaine away.

"Kurt," Blaine complained. "He was just being nice, you didn't have to be mean."

Kurt sighed irritably. "Yes I did, he was trying to get in your pants."

Blaine swatted playfully at Kurt's arm before finishing his drink. "You know that I only have eyes for you."

Kurt couldn't help but smile, Blaine was looking positively adorable in that moment. Terribly drunk, but still adorable.

Kurt took his empty glass and gave it to one of the passing bus boys. He checked his pocket watch, it was nearing midnight. "I think you've had enough to drink, maybe it's time to go home."

Blaine swayed dangerously, hiccupping. "But I don't want to go home; I want to snuggle with you all night."

Kurt caught him around the waist, helping him keep steady. "I'm sure my dad will let you sleep over if you stay on the couch."

Blaine hummed, leaning into his touch. "Okay, Kurt."

Kurt hauled Blaine out of the bar, enjoying how affectionate he was being.

"I love you so much," he sighed, eyes dazed.

"I know, Blaine. So where are your keys?"

"In my back right pocket."

Kurt dug into Blaine's slacks, cupping his ass before pulling out the keys.

"Hey, don't threaten me with a good time," Blaine joked.

Kurt chuckled, unlocking the hatch-back, easing Blaine into a lounging position in the back seat. Blaine smirked, grabbing onto Kurt's collar before plopping down, bringing Kurt with him.

Kurt was flush against Blaine, and before he could even get up, Blaine crushed their lips together with a desperate, bruising force.

Kurt was instantly aware the Blaine was rock hard, and this realization sent blood rushing to all the right places. They never got to finish their sexy dance inside, so this was all he needed.

The positioning was slightly awkward, but Kurt tangled his hands into Blaine's hair, causing Blaine to buck into him, groaning.

Kurt released his hold on his head, as Blaine started kissing down his neck. Kurt tried to grapple at anything. Blaine's shirt, the seats, his hips.

Their bodies being so close was so hot; too hot. Kurt tried to sit up slightly to breathe, but Blaine followed, pulling Kurt's shirt until it was un-tucked completely.

Feeling Kurt's smooth skin, Blaine's searing hot palm stroked him, trying to get access under his jeans.

"Kurt, I want you so bad right now," Blaine panted harshly, nipping at Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt responded by connecting their mouths once more, shoving his tongue past Blaine's lips, imitating thrusting motions. Blaine moaned brokenly into Kurt's mouth. Kurt rolled his hips down, feeling the sparks of ecstasy up his spine from the delicious friction.

Blaine reached down and started fiddling with his pants. Kurt could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Kurt, fuck me now, please," Blaine begged, voice ragged and wrecked.

Kurt froze at his words, realizing what they were doing. "But you're drunk, and we're in a parking lot."

"I don't care," Blaine growled.

In one fluid movement, Kurt hopped off of Blaine and out of the car. He leaned in to look at Blaine with a guilty expression. Blaine was a mess. His hair was sticking out in all directions, his clothes wrinkled.

"Kurt what the hell," Blaine sounded dejected.

"Blaine, you are really drunk."

"And so were you! At Puck's party, yet we still did stuff!"

"I know, but I want our first time to be special," Kurt reasoned. "You and I only feel lust right now. I want to make love, not fuck."

Blaine struggled, but he managed to stand up and shove past Kurt, storming off in a random direction.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm sorry I was trying to be fun and spontaneous!" Blaine called over his shoulder.

"Get back here!" Kurt yelled.

"No! I'm walking home!"

Kurt jogged after him, grabbing his shoulder. "Blaine-"

"No, leave me alone! Go be with other guys you'd rather have sex with," Blaine said petulantly.

Kurt was starting to get annoyed. "C'mon, Blaine, don't do this."

Blaine flipped around, looking Kurt full in the face. "Why Kurt, you clearly don't want me!"

Kurt crossed his arms "What on earth are you on about?"

Blaine looked like he was about to cry. "It's fine, I get it. You don't want to have sex with me."

Kurt touched his elbow lightly. "Of course I do, Blaine. Why would you think that?"

Blaine threw his arms up in the air. "I don't know, I just feel so rejected!" He plopped on the ground, head in his hands.

Kurt leaned down, stroking his hair.

"If we did it tonight, you wouldn't remember it," Kurt said soothingly. "I want it to be unforgettable, and really special."

Blaine murmured incoherently, shaking his head. Kurt heard a sniffle.

"I love you, Blaine. And I want it to mean the world."

Blaine looked up, eyes watery. "You're right, Kurt. I'm sorry."

Kurt smiled, taking his hand.

"C'mon, let's go home."