"What the hell is up with you these days?" Sebastian asked Kurt as they sipped their drinks and took in the dance floor. "You're making me want to pull my hair out, you're that depressing. I thought I was the one that was scheduled a middle life crisis."

Kurt dragged a hand over his face; he really had no answer for Sebastian. His friend was excellent if you wanted someone to have drink with, go dancing or to a party, however Sebastian was useless when it came to deep meaningful conversations about feelings or the news that didn't feature on the entertainment pages.

"I guess I've just been in a funk lately," Kurt sighed and tried to banish the vision of hazel eyes and tanned skin that threatened to take over.

"I know just how to get you out of that dark place," Sebastian grinned. "Let me find you a real treat, what do you fancy? Chocolate, Jalapeno or maybe Rice Crispy?" Sebastian had been scouring the club while he was talking. "Oh, look at him. If you don't want him then I am definitely having myself some chocolate tonight." Kurt couldn't help but laugh as his friend licked his lips seductively at a young black man. The boy was handsome, but Kurt couldn't muster any enthusiasm.

"You go on," he said to Sebastian, "I'll just finish my drink and go home."

"No, you can't go home," Sebastian whined. "I'll ask him if he has a friend."

Before Kurt could stop him he sauntered over to the young man. Kurt just watched as Sebastian did his usual routine. The young man smiled and laughed, but then shook his head. Kurt almost fell off his barstool as Sebastian came back, huffing in indignation.

"Did you just get turned down?" Kurt asked in disbelief. Sebastian didn't say anything, but he took Kurt's whiskey and downed what was left of the double.

"Talk about false advertising!" he burst out as he slammed the glass down on the bar.

"What? He's secretly a girl?"

"Worse, he is straight!"

Kurt laughed out loud, earning himself a poisonous stare from Sebastian.

"Why is he even here if he is straight, are you sure he didn't just say it to blow you off."

"No way, I even used the CD card (Casting Director). No, said he was here with friends to celebrate someone's birthday." Sebastian had calmed down some and Kurt waved down the bartender to get them new drinks.

"Look, those must be his friends. I think we should buy the birthday boy some drinks, because some of them have to be gay and all of them are hot as hell."

Kurt turned to find that Sebastian had already started crossing the distance to a group of young men. He looked them over, but none of them looked like pumped up gym bunnies so there was no threat of one of them breaking Sebastian in half. As they milled around Kurt caught sight of a familiar head of black curls and his heart plunged down into his stomach. Blaine...

He looked good, scratch that, he looked hot. This time he wore insanely tight black jeans and a v-neck t-shirt that was so thin it was close to see-through. It was all he could do not to start drooling right there and then. When Kurt regained some control over his body he hurried after Sebastian.

"...buy the birthday boy a drink." He heard Sebastian say as he joined the group. The black kid had a hand on Blaine's shoulder, as if he was ushering him forwards, but the curly haired boy didn't look to enthusiastic. He was studying Sebastian as if he was trying very hard to place him, of course it had been months since he had last seen Sebastian with his ex attached to his dick. Kurt hoped Blaine wouldn't remember. To late he realised that if there was one thing that could help Blaine make the connection it was seeing him with Sebastian, but Kurt had already ended up next to him.

"Kurt!" The surprise was evident on Blaine's face.

"Hi Blaine."

There was a stunned silence in the group before everybody started talking at once.

Sebastian took hold of Kurt's arm and got his attention.

"One, how do you know him, and two, does this mean I can't play with him."

Kurt rolled his eyes. Sebastian never changed; he always let his dick do the thinking.

"If you delve back to the evening of your birthday party you might remember a blow job that got interrupted..." Kurt let the sentence hang there to see if Sebastian's memory could be jogged.

"I thought the guy who gave me that BJ was blonde," Sebastian sounded like he desperately tried to remember something from his childhood not a couple of months ago.

Kurt shook his head.

"You are hopeless," he said with a little laugh and turned away from the sex fiend he called his friend.

"So, it's your birthday?" he asked Blaine, pulling the boy's focus back to him.

"Yes, little Blaine is twenty-two," one of his friends said.

"They grow up so fast don't they," another of them joked and Blaine blushed so adorably Kurt couldn't help but smile.

"So, can I have a dance with the birthday boy," Kurt flirted.

One of Blaine's friends, a blonde that looked like he had walked straight out of an underwear commercial, pushed Blaine towards Kurt.

"Go on Blainey, have some fun."

The music was pumping and Kurt let the rhythm take over when he got to the dance floor. He didn't know what kind of dancer Blaine was, but Kurt loved to shake his ass to the beat. His hands found their way to Blaine's hips and they started moving together. It soon became clear that Blaine was a great match for Kurt, he answered every hip roll and every grind, and pretty soon they were glued together and Kurt had never been more turned-on on a dance floor in his entire life. What was it with this boy that pushed every button he had?

The flashing lights reflected in the sheen of sweat on Blaine's face. He had thrown his head back and closed his eyes for a moment and Kurt could only marvel at his long dark eyelashes. He took a moment to study them shamelessly from his close proximity before they fluttered open again and Kurt was caught up in the pools of gold.

The song shifted and a hand came down on Kurt's shoulder.

"Mind if I cut in?" Sebastian's voice sounded in his ear. Kurt wanted to tell his friend to fuck off, but he didn't have any right to monopolize Blaine so he gracefully stepped aside.

Kurt made his way back to the table occupied by Blaine's friends.

"So, how do you know Blaine?" the black guy asked after introducing himself as David.

"We met in the park. I was out running with my dog and I met Blaine and his kid, Sawyer."
"Oh man, I bet you made a new best friend, that kid really loves dogs," the blonde one said. "I'm Sam by the way."

"Uhm yes, well I don't think I made a friend, but my dog sure had a bad case of separation anxiety for the next few days."

The three young men roared with laughter.

"Blaine really should reconsider giving Sawyer a dog," the last one said. He was quieter than the other two and looked to be of Asian decent. "I know he is trying to be responsible, but that boy has an exceptional touch when it comes to animals."

"Wes is only saying that because Sawyer managed to tame the so called feral cat his girlfriend adopted. I told you man, that cat was not feral, it just had the common sense to not like you," David laughed.

"So, are you all straight?" Kurt had to ask.

"Well, Sam is more versatile, but me and Wes are complete breeders," David laughed again. Kurt liked the young black man; he seemed full of life and had a great sense of humour. Kurt shifted his attention to Sam as he spoke to him.

"I wouldn't inform Sebastian of that, unless you want him to be all over you the rest of the night. You are just his type."

"I don't think I have to worry about that," Sam said with a smile and indicated with his head towards the dance floor. Kurt turned and looked, and his insides felt like they were in knots.

Sebastian was pressing up against Blaine, his hands on the young man's ass, pushing them together. It was hard to tell what Blaine thought of the attention he was receiving because Sebastian was leaning forwards and from the look of it he was nibbling on Blaine's ear.

All of a sudden Blaine's body went rigid and he pushed Sebastian away. Kurt felt like a whole group of cheerleaders were doing the splits inside his chest.

"Stay the fuck away from me," the boy shouted, drawing a few curious looks from the other dancers. Blaine stormed past Kurt and up to the bar. Sam shrugged before he followed him, but David and Wes stayed put.

Kurt looked around for Sebastian, but he was already dancing with another twink, being shouted at was an insignificant blip on Sebastian's radar when he was on the prowl.

"So Kurt, what do you do for a living?" Wes asked, and earned himself a slap on the back of his head from David.

"Ow, whad'ya do that for?"

David smiled at Kurt.

"You'll have to excuse my geek friend whose idea of fun is watching documentaries on robotechnics. I on the other hand have seen all of your movies Mr. Hummel."

Kurt smiled.

"Well if that isn't flattering then I don't know what is. Are you an actor yourself David?" His comment made Wes break into a spluttering cough, but David just laughed again.

"No, I'm in college, business actually, and Wesley here is an engineer. No, Sam is the wannabe actor in our group."

Kurt shot a quick look over at Sam and Blaine at the bar.

"And Blaine?"

This time it was David that did the spluttering and Wes that answered.

"Blaine just likes to hang with the little people."

That didn't make Kurt any wiser, but he felt that asking would be uncool. The term was probably 'young people talk' for something like kindergarten teacher or something equally obvious.

"I need another drink," he said and headed for the bar, and Blaine.

"Your friend is a dick," Blaine said as way of greeting when Kurt sat down beside him and Sam.

"Oh, I know," Kurt muttered and signalled the bartender for another drink.

"I can't believe I didn't recognise him from that party. I am such an idiot," Blaine groaned, getting a comforting pat on the back from Sam.

"When did you realise?"

"That would be when he whispered in my ear that he wanted to fuck my mouth. Such a smooth move on his part."

"I can only apologise on his behalf," Kurt said and tried to sound sincere, but he was so sick of sorting out Sebastian's mess that it probably didn't sound true.

There was an awkward pause before Kurt managed to kick his brain into gear.

"So do you want to dance?"

"Nah, I'm not in the mood. Why don't you dance with Sam, I'm sure he would appreciate some time alone with a famous actor like you."

Kurt felt a little bit hurt at Blaine's dismissal, but it was obvious that he was still thinking about Sebastian and his ex. So he asked Sam to dance, who accepted instantly, and the two of them found themselves on the dance floor.

The music chose that moment to slow down and Kurt found himself in the arms of the blond. Normally he would have enjoyed it, but now it felt awkward. He was very aware of Blaine over at the bar and Kurt desperately wanted to make a good impression on his friend so he did what he does best, small talk.

"So have you known Blaine long?" he asked, yes he was trying to pump this guy for information.

"Oh yes, we've known each other since we were kids," Sam's face lit up as he spoke. "My mum is a teacher and I remember that one day she came home from work she had this boy with her. He hadn't been picked up from school so my mum brought him home with her because she couldn't stay late at work since she had us kids at home that needed to be fed. He was such a tiny guy, I remember I wouldn't play with him because I thought he was a "baby", but it turns out he was pretty cool even if he was a year younger than me. In the end his grandmother came and picked him up, but we managed to stay friends and here we are..."

Kurt shot a look over at Blaine and saw that he was staring at them with an intense sort of look in his eyes. Kurt tried to give him a smile, but just then Sam spun them around so that he was facing in another direction.

"So is Blaine an actor like you?" he asked Sam, only to be met with a roar of laughter. The young man had to take several moments before he managed to calm down.

"Oh no, I am the only idiot that thinks he can make it in La-la Land," Sam said with a smile. "Blaine is a student; he is taking both photography and music. Knowing Blaine he is probably trying to shock the creative part of his brain back into gear after suffering through courses in business and law."

"Uhm, how did he manage that? He's not old enough to have had time for those kinds of degrees."

Sam laughed again.

"In the case of any normal twenty-two year old you would be right, but Blaine did college courses while the rest of us sat and struggled with geometry or economics in high school. It's the privilege of private schooling, the result of a controlling father and the strong sense of responsibility and a thirst for knowledge. It's Blaine in a nutshell."

Kurt was trying to get his brain to follow Sam's speech. It left him with an even stronger urge to get under Blaine's skin, to know what made the young man tick and learn what his passions were.

His thoughts must have been somewhat evident on his face because Sam gave his ass squeeze to catch his attention which led to Kurt spluttering, trying to explain that he was flattered but no...

"I can tell you really like him," Sam said, but at the same time he caught Kurt's gaze in a way that made his knees feel a tad unsteady.

"What are you doing," Kurt hissed, as Sam continued to put his hands on his ass.

"I am getting his attention... uhm, it worked."
Kurt was suddenly spun around and found himself facing Blaine. His eyes were dark and he growled at Sam; "I'm cutting in."

The slow song changed into the typical upbeat club music and Kurt was lost in the pounding baseline and the feel of hot bodies gyrating together. He can't say who started it, but pretty soon he was devouring Blaine's neck in between moans, as the younger man found a particularly sensitive spot by his ear.

"Come home with me," Kurt moaned, and felt hot breath on his face as Blaine groaned out a "Yes."

After the car picked them up by the backdoor, it was all Kurt could do to keep his hands off Blaine until he was inside his own home. By the time he shut the door he was so hard it was painful, and he couldn't remember being this turned on since he was a hormonal teenager, and crap, Blaine was barely out of his teens compared to him, but that thought was pushed away and he caught the young man by the waist and slammed him up against the wall.

"God, I need you, now," Kurt groaned pushing his hands under the thin cotton of Blaine's t-shirt feeling the warm skin. His hands travelled over two rock hard nipples and as his hands moved up, Blaine raised his hands over his head so that Kurt could take off his t-shirt. Their mouths clashed together in a fervent kiss as hands roamed under clothing. Kurt felt Blaine's hard-on jutting into his thigh as the young man pulled them together.

"Off, take it off," Blaine gasped as he dragged Kurt's shirt out of his pants. Kurt took a step back as he quickly unbuttoned his shirt. Blaine was leaning against the wall, breathing heavily, he looked delicious. Wrenching his arms out of his shirt, Kurt fell on him, kissing and biting down his neck and across his torso.

"I want to fuck you up against the wall," he growled and felt Blaine's breath hitch. Coming up for air he looked in his young lover's eyes but found only want in those slightly glazed golden orbs.

Wrenching open his button fly Kurt pulled Blaine's pants down and spun the young man around so that he was facing the wall. Kneeling, Kurt placed his hands on those perfect round globes and spread them so that he had access to Blaine's hole. He was so perfect and pink, and Kurt wanted nothing more than to dive in, so he did. Blaine gave a shout of surprise that turned into a moan as Kurt worked him open with his tongue.

"More, I need more," Blaine's voice shook.

Kurt left his place behind Blaine to grab lube and a condom out of a drawer. Barely taking the time to remove his pants he was back and put on the condom before lubing up his fingers. Pushing one in, he kissed Blaine between his shoulder blades.

"More," Blaine demanded, and Kurt added a second finger, watching as his fingers fucked in and out between Blaine's ass cheeks.

"You are so beautiful," he breathed as he added a third, almost coming from the visual alone.

"I want you, fuck me now," Blaine groaned, and Kurt was more than eager to comply. Slicking his cock with lube he pressed into the tight warmth.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Kurt moaned and set up a steady rhythm. Catching a hint of movement to his left, Kurt stilled for a second before he saw that it was just their reflection in one of the glass doors of a closet. The image was somewhat blurry, but he could see them standing there. Blaine was leaning his head on his folded arms against the wall, his dick bouncing as Kurt started to up his tempo. Kurt had never thought that watching himself in the act would be a turn on, but the image was just blurry enough that their features weren't clear.

"Look," he said and guided Blaine's chin to the left so that he could see as well.

Kurt saw the young man's eyebrow's draw up in surprise but then his face relaxed again and one of his hands came down and snaked itself around to push on Kurt's buttocks.

"Harder," Blaine commanded, and Kurt's hips snapped forwards. The sound of skin slapping against skin joined their moans as Kurt pounded into Blaine. The hand disappeared from his butt and instead Blaine started stroking himself.

"Are you close?" Kurt asked.

"Mhm, so close," was the answer.

Kurt placed his own hand over Blaine's.

"Come for me, Blaine."

With a shout, the young man stiffened and clenched around Kurt. He was vaguely aware of hot come coating his hand as he felt his orgasm take hold of him and he came so hard he saw black spots in front of his eyes.

They slumped against the wall, both breathing hard. When Kurt thought his legs would support him again, he gently pulled out and turned his lover.

"Let's get you into bed," he smiled, and slowly guided Blaine up the stairs to the bedroom, only veering from the path to grab a towel and clean them up a little bit.

They fell on to the bed and Kurt couldn't help but snuggle up against the young man, letting his fingers gently play with his hair.

"Give me a minute and I'll be out of your way," Blaine murmured, banishing the warm fuzziness that had taken up residence inside Kurt.

"No, I want you to stay," he protested.

Blaine opened his eyes and looked at Kurt. He seemed to come to a decision.

"Okay," he said quietly and closed his eyes again.

When Kurt woke up the sun was bathing the bedroom in a golden glow and he was strangely turned on. He stirred and felt warm skin against his body, more precisely an arm draped across his hip and a hand gently playing with his balls. Turning his head he found two eyes twinkling in mischief. Blaine leaned over and placed a kiss on his lips.

"Morning handsome," he said.

Kurt smiled, stretching and then relaxed again, taking in the sight of the gorgeous young man beside him.

"Have you been awake long," he asked.

"Mmm, not that long."

"Not that I don't appreciate sleeping in, but you could have woken me up you know." Kurt reached out and let his fingers trail from Blaine's hairline, down to his jaw.

"I did wake you," Blaine's hand had moved from Kurt's balls to his cock and was stroking him. "Besides, I like watching you sleep. You look so young."

"Hmm, as opposed to when I am awake and I look positively ancient?" Kurt half joked. Blaine reached over and kissed him again, lingering longer.

"You are not old," he said against Kurt's lips, "and you are so beautiful. It's just nice to be able to take it all in without being distracted by your personality."

Kurt wasn't sure if he should feel insulted or flattered.

"You don't like my personality?"

Blaine, moved his hand from where it was busy with his dick and placed it on the opposite side of Kurt so that he could straddle the other man.

"I have absolutely no complains about your personality. It is deliciously snarky, sexy and big enough to fill a room, which is precisely why it sometimes distracts from the sheer beauty that is Kurt Hummel." He looked so endearingly serious that Kurt couldn't help but reach up and pull him down to him and kiss him.

"You have a way with words Mr. Anderson. I like that in a man. Myself, I just parrot out lines that others write for me." He kissed him again. "Let me take care of you."

Kurt rolled them over so that he was on top, noticing the little wince as Blaine's backside met the mattress.

"Was I too rough yesterday?" he asked in concern. Blaine shook his head.

"No, it was great."

Satisfied, Kurt kisses his way down Blaine's chest, licking over a nipple, biting a little at his hip bones. He teases Blaine with little licks to his cock, making the young man squirm under him. He keeps it up for a while until Blaine sounds like he is on the verge of crying in frustration. Then he moves up and kisses him deeply.

"You are evil," Blaine says when they come up for air. Kurt just hums and with a sudden movement dives down and gives the head of Blaine's cock another lick.

"Fuck!" the young man shouts.

"Language," Kurt teases before he gives in and takes the cock in his mouth. He varies how far down he goes and presses his tongue into the prominent vein. Kurt uses all his tricks and when he hums as he deep throats him, Blaine stiffens and comes. Kurt swallows around him and then licks him clean.

He crawls up and fits himself into Blaine's side, burying his nose in his hair. He is still turned on, but he hasn't had a chance to cuddle like this in a long time, so he is going to take full advantage.

"How long can you stay?" he murmurs into Blaine's hair. The young man has been quiet since his climax and Kurt lifts his head just to check that he is still conscious. He is, he looks like he is trying very hard to pull himself together so that he can form words and answer Kurt's question.

"What time is it?" None of them have a watch on, but Kurt estimates the time to be around 11 am.

"A couple of hours maybe. I have Sawyer from four, so I need to get home in time for that."

Just like that Kurt's dick is down to half hard and his mind is filled with questions.

"So, do you have full custody of Sawyer or how does that work?"

Blaine, turns a little so that they are facing each other and though Kurt misses nuzzling his hair this is equally great. Talking about personal stuff, face to face, it is almost like having a relationship and he has missed it.

"I have shared custody of Sawyer. Me and Tina have a very good relationship, in fact we live in the same building, it makes it easier for Sawyer since he spends half his time with me and half his time with his mother."

"Wow! That is admirable. Unconventional, but admirable."

"Yeah, well we are not really a conventional family. I mean, two kids having a baby, building their own sort of family without marriage being involved, and making it work as well as we have. I mean, Sawyer is such a great kid, and I know all parents love their kids, but I am so proud of him and how he tackles the craziness of our extended families."

Kurt looks at Blaine, how his face lights up when he talks about his son and feels this swooping feeling in his stomach.

"You have a crazy family, huh?" he says, he wants Blaine to keep talking.

"Well, not crazy as in should be in a mental institution, but not normal. I mean, my mother treats Sawyer like a baby, even if he is six she changes her voice whenever she talks to him. I swear whenever we are around her he gives her these looks like he isn't sure whether she is all right in the head or something. My dad has no idea how to relate to a kid and he still calls Tina 'that girl' even if I have told him over and over again that he can't do that, especially round Sawyer. Not that her parents are any better. They are still angry that she got knocked up by a non- Asian, and it's the non-Asian part they are mad about, not the knocked up part. If you add in my grandma, who is slightly loopy, she spent a lot of time in studio 54 in the seventies and I suspect that has done something to her head, y brother who is an egotistical actor and my sister who builds orphanages in India. Yeah, we're a pretty normal family. Of course there is also the added complication of daddy liking men, mummy having a new husband, and 'daddy, why haven't you got grey in your hair like Josh's daddy?' It is confusing to me, and I am grown up, imagine what it's like for a six year old."

Kurt can't help but smile, and he pulls Blaine in and gives him a kiss.

"I could tell from the moment I met Sawyer that he is an awesome kid, and he has an awesome dad. I'm sure the rest isn't going to bring him down."

Blaine smiles, it is a different smile from the one he usually gives Kurt. This one is more subdued, like he doesn't know how to receive praise.

"Maybe we should change the subject," he mutters, but Kurt is not having that.

"I like hearing about your family, about Sawyer. I like getting to know you."

"Kurt..." Blaine looks uncomfortable.

"Look, I know you said that you didn't want a relationship with me, but you also said I got one shot with you, yet here we are again. And I think we are pretty great together and I really want to keep seeing you Blaine. Whatever you can give me, I will take. Even if I am just your booty call," Kurt quips and puts on his most naughty grin. Blaine bursts out laughing and rolls them so that he is lying on top of Kurt.

"What am I going to do with you?" he says and kisses Kurt on the tip of his nose.

"I have a suggestion," Kurt says, raising his hips so that Blaine can feel his cock which woke up as soon as Blaine got on top of him.

Blaine grins mischievously.

"I guess I owe you one Mr. Hummel," he says before making his way down to Kurt's crotch.

Kurt usually prefers giving blowjobs; that is until he met Blaine Anderson...