Embarrassingly, once all had finished, Blaine could barely remember what the rest did because Kurt's stuck out far beyond the rest. Thank goodness he took notes for an actual grade, otherwise his memory would fail him. He swore this vulgar, gorgeous boy could possibly be his downfall. He needed to take control of the situation.

"For next class, I'll bring some scenes and monologues in for you guys to choose from; have a great rest of your day," Blaine informed, as the class started packing up their things.

Much to Blaine's delight, he noticed that people were already starting to make friends and form bonds because of mutual interest. Some were still wary by one Kurt Hummel, of course. Also, Rachel's blunt attitude and their joining of forces didn't really help matters; but the two didn't really seem to care.

Blaine felt his stomach do flips as he pretended to make a chore out of packing his satchel, even though he knew Rachel and Kurt were hanging around again once everyone had left.

"So? Did you make up your mind about Friday night?" Kurt eventually asked, so close that Blaine could almost feel the warmth of his body.

He shivered because Kurt's breath tickled his ear. "I still don't think it's a good idea," Blaine said, turning to face Kurt finally like he wasn't affected by his presence whatsoever.

"There's no harm in having a good time," Kurt reasoned. "If you don't have fun I won't ask you out again, but you need to live a little, I can tell you're way too uptight."

Blaine blinked a few times, still astonished by Kurt's flawless appearance. "Speaking of, how did you assume I was gay?"

Kurt laughed heartily before pursing his lips and raising his eyebrow, looking at Blaine like that was the most ridiculous question in the whole world.

"You're kidding right?" Kurt slipped something into Blaine's back pocket, causing him to jump from the contact. Kurt winked and walked out of the room with Rachel once more. Blaine had to force himself not to watch Kurt pert ass and muscular thighs as he did so because Blaine really didn't feel like dealing with another throbbing boner so early in the morning.

Blaine reached into his pocket and felt a small, crumpled up piece of paper. It was a telephone number with 'call me Friday' scrawled underneath it in neat, slanted handwriting. Blaine sighed, and stuffed it into his wallet for safe keeping.

Once Friday evening rolled around, Blaine found himself too nervous and amped up to eat a proper dinner. He picked at his food worrying over whether or not 7:00pm was too soon to call Kurt for their outing.

Blaine paced for a while, watching the clock. He decided to grade a few quizzes and check his email to give himself something to do. Once he was out of excuses, with shaking hands he picked up his iPhone and dialed Kurt's crinkled up number.

On the second ring, Kurt answered, "Hello?"

Blaine's stomach felt like it was going to fall out of his ass he was so nervous. "Er, hi... It's uh.. Blaine, you know from acting."

Kurt chuckled, clearly amused. "Yes, my teacher." He accentuated the word like he was just trying to tease Blaine. "You all ready to go?"

"Uh, yeah. Want me to meet you at the bar?"

"No," Kurt said. "Rachel and I can come get you if you give me your address."

Blaine hesitated. "You promise no funny business?"

Kurt laughter pealed loudly over the phone. "No, I can't promise that."

"Kurt," Blaine sounded dejected. "I don't want people egging my apartment or leaving bags of poop on my doorstep or something."

"Oh that kind of funny business," Kurt sounded thoughtful. "No, where you live can be our little secret."

Blaine's heart stuttered in his chest, but against his better judgement repeated his exact address to Kurt.

"Great!" Kurt sounded genuinely pleased. "We'll pick you up in about half an hour, depending on traffic."

"Okay," Blaine said. "See you."

"Bye." Blaine could hear the smile in Kurt's voice before they both hung up.

Blaine ran to the bathroom to make sure he looked presentable. His hair was gelled to perfection, but then he started to panic about his wardrobe. It was probably too tame for a night club. Blaine groaned, slipping off his shirt and digging through his closet for a suitable replacement.

He decided on a nice white v-neck he usually only wore under his cardigans or to bed, but he was probably going to sweat a lot tonight and he didn't want to ruin a nice button-up. His mind also reminded him he'll be sweaty from dancing, not from getting laid. Blaine's dick twitched in his pants in protest, because Blaine really, really wanted to get laid. He couldn't even remember the last time that was actually that good.

Blaine pushed those thoughts out of his mind when he heard a buzzing through his intercom. He pressed the button, and heard Kurt's voice. "We're here!"

"I'll be right down," Blaine answered, grabbing his keys and a jacket just incase it got chilly later.

Blaine jogged down the stairs, his legs almost feeling like jelly from nerves. Before he pushed open the secure door to go outside where Kurt stood, smirking, Blaine took a deep shuddering breath to calm himself.

"Hey there, Anderson," Kurt smirked, grabbing his wrist and leading him to a red compact Honda Civic that Rachel was driving. Blaine took note of a pretty blond with pink streaks in the passenger seat, and a boy sitting in the back that Blaine recognized as the one Kurt was kissing that first day of class.

For some reason that irked Blaine, and found himself asking, "Is that guy your boyfriend," before he could stop himself.

Kurt laughed again. Why was he laughing? Blaine wasn't trying to be funny, so he huffed out in annoyance.

However Kurt winked again, "He's not if you don't want him to be," he replied flippantly.

Blaine grumbled under his breath, sliding into the middle seat and Kurt followed suit, squishing himself into the fully packed car.

The guy next to Blaine held out a hand, grinning wolfishly. "Hi, I'm Sebastian, nice to meet you, shy school-teacher Blaine. Kurt told me all about you."

Blaine turned to glare at Kurt, but he smiled back unabashedly. "Sebastian's 21 so he'll be able to get us drinks."

Blaine for some reason felt emasculated by the fact that someone with less authority was older than him on their outing.

"And this is Quinn, Rachel's girlfriend," Kurt introduced.

The girl named Quinn turned around, smiling dazzlingly and shook Blaine's hand firmly.

The ride to the club took quite a while since the traffic was starting to get heavy. None of them really seemed to mind because they turned the radio up, singing cheerfully.

Blaine sort of felt like a fifth wheel as Kurt and Rachel sang; while Quinn and Sebastian talked loudly and animatedly.

Kurt surprised him however by squeezing his thigh encouragingly, so Blaine decided to close his eyes and listen to Kurt's angelic voice, and how it flowed perfectly and elegantly along with Rachel's. Blaine had no doubt that they would win any sort of competition, as long as they duet together.

Rachel made a particularly sharp left turn, pulling into a cramped parking lot.

"God damnit, eight bucks and hour, this blows!" Rachel complained, grabbing a ticket stub and pulling into a parking space.

"Blaine pulled out a couple twenties and prodded her shoulder. She stared at him in shock, hand outstretched but looking hesitant on accepting them.

"No, I insist, I know how funds can be tight when you're in college," Blaine smiled sympathetically, pressing the money insistently into her palm.

"Wow, thank you, Blaine. I don't know what to say," Rachel mumbled in wonder.

Blaine brushed it off, satisfied that he was helping out, but also one-upping this Sebastian character in gratuity. It made him feel better.

Kurt yanked Blaine out of the car. "C'mon let's go party!"