What's wrong with me? Kurt wondered as Blaine returned to the dressing room to change back into his street clothes. The more he spent time with Blaine, the more attractive he found him. That was hardly surprising; Blaine was great looking with his sunshine smile, crazy curls, whiskey eyes, and kissable mouth. But a lot of men were attractive, and Kurt was immune to their charms. He could look, and touch, and walk away. He could always walk away. It was easy. Blaine was different. Kurt wanted to know Blaine. He wanted to be with him all the time. He wanted to look at him and touch him and talk to him, and he wanted Blaine to talk back.

This would not do. It would not do at all.

Maybe it's because I haven't slept with him. That was probably it. Kurt always lost all interest as soon as the afterglow faded. Kurt was still in the foreplay stage with Blaine—not that Kurt was a big fan of foreplay—but still. This thought made Kurt much more comfortable. He just needed to sleep with Blaine, and then he could get Blaine out of his system and dismiss him like he had so many others.

Being with his parents and then with Sam made Kurt think back to how he was in high school when he had the sexuality of a baby penguin. That Kurt seemed like an entirely other person. He didn't feel attractive or special then; he felt like an outcast. Yes, the one other gay kid at his school had kissed him, but that kid was a bully who wanted to dominate Kurt because Kurt was out and proud. It really had nothing to do with the Kurt he was then—a Kurt who flaunted his sexual orientation as an act of defiance and secretly craved romance. That Kurt viewed himself through his perceived view of the eyes of his fellow high schoolers—he was an unattractive freak who was destined for a life of loneliness. However, once Kurt was in college at NYADA and surrounded by gay men, they all seemed to gravitate toward him. Kurt realized suddenly that there was something about him that was attractive to other men, and that attraction gave him power.

The first man Kurt had slept with—a lanky Englishman named Adam—had broken things off with Kurt soon after their first time, and it didn't take long for Kurt to figure out that the chase had been far more interesting to Adam than the catching. Kurt quickly discovered that the same was true for him. He got a high from attracting men, from making them want him. His attractiveness gave him power over others—power that he hadn't had in high school. Beyond that, he had very little interest in romantic relationships.

But now there was Blaine who had been a complete stranger less than a week ago, and Kurt was feeling…something. Kurt shrugged. Maybe it was just the forced intimacy. He rarely shared a bed with a man long enough to achieve a second orgasm, so two nights in a row with Blaine was practically a record, especially since no sex was involved. Plus, there was all the time in the car. Yep, sex was definitely the way to straighten out these confused feelings.

Once they were back at Sam's house, Kurt dressed carefully in inky black jeans, Italian loafers, and a skinny button down. Normally he would add a vest and a broach, but since he picked out a vest for Blaine, it would be a little too date-mate if they dressed so alike. He did add a signature scarf, and he spent forever getting his hair both perfectly coiffed and sweat-proof.

Across the way in the bathroom, Blaine was also dressing.

Kurt stepped into the hallway just as the bathroom door opened, and the two men nearly collided. Kurt's jaw dropped when he saw Blaine, who had not only put on the outfit that Kurt had selected, but he had also jelled his hair back in a manner reminiscent of a 1950s screen star. It wasn't a look Kurt would want to see Blaine in every day—he loved the wild curls too much—but for one night, it was sexy as Hell.

Kurt realized he was just standing there gaping, then he realized that Blaine wasn't saying anything either. They looked into each other's eyes. “You look amazing,” Blaine breathed.

Kurt felt himself drawing up at the compliment, “You, too,” he smiled.

They entered the living room together to a chorus of cat calls.

“Spin,” instructed Sam to Kurt, and as Kurt pirouetted, Sam playfully smacked Kurt on the ass. “You're still The Babe.”

Blaine looked puzzled, so Nick explained, “Kurt calls his shots, just like Babe Ruth. We can walk into a club in any city, and he will find the best looking man in the place and just point at him, and we all know that before the night is over, Kurt will be tapping that.”

“Yeah,” Ryder agreed, looking over Blaine from head to toe, “but now it looked like Kurt's bringing the best looking guy with him, so, no matter what, he's gonna get lucky.”

Blaine blushed at the compliment, and then he jumped when Kurt slid an arm around his waist and said to Ryder, “You're probably right.”

The club was hopping when they got there. A line had formed down the sidewalk, but the six men walked right in, of course, and they slipped into a semi-circular booth that Kurt told Blaine later was permanently reserved for the owners, as at least one of them was in the nightclub every night except Sunday and Monday, when Deliverance was closed.

They gave their drink order to a muscle-bound waiter in leather pants and a ridiculously tight t-shirt who magically appeared almost as soon as they sat down, and Blaine was impressed to see Sam, Ryder, Nick, and David almost immediately scanning the place, looking for the slightest problem. Sam slipped away at seeing some service imperfection and returned quickly having resolved the shortcoming to his satisfaction.

When the drinks came, Blaine barely had time to take a sip before Ryder said into Blaine's ear, “You look like a man with some moves, Blaine. Care to join me on the dance floor?”

Blaine nodded and David slipped out of the booth so that Blaine and Ryder could exit. Ryder took Blaine's hand and pulled him to the middle of the dance floor, and Blaine was happy to see that Ryder was a good dancer. He was also somewhat surprised at how Ryder danced. Blaine had expected that Ryder would be flirty and attentive, but he moved his body naturally to the music while he scanned the crowd. Blaine soon realized that, just as at the table, the four Deliverance owners were at work. Being in the middle of the dance floor was Ryder's way of getting a different vantage point, so that he could see everything that went down in this club. If a waiter was slow getting drinks to a table, they would spot it; if it looked like drugs were being passed around, they would spot it; if someone was getting inappropriate with someone else's date, they would spot it. They had bouncers—big bouncers—but they used their own eyes, as well.

As each song changed, Blaine's partners changed, cycling through all four club owners. Each had his own dance style. David and Sam were more overtly attentive to Blaine, Sam going so far as to grab Blaine's hips and do some sort of obscene hip roll right out of a Chippendale's routine. Blaine would have laughed, but he didn't want to hurt Sam's feelings. Nick was more reserved and more obviously using his dance floor vantage to look for trouble. Sometimes Kurt joined them on the floor, dancing with one of his friend-owners. At other times he disappeared into the crowd, and Blaine couldn't find him as he found himself scanning the throngs for a glimpse of the spare man with the chestnut hair.

At some point, Kurt returned again with Sam in tow, and then Kurt and Sam were doing some sort of…routine that was altogether too hot and sexy, made more so by the fact that they were clearly having a great deal of fun. Blaine felt a stab of jealousy that surprised him, and when the music changed and Kurt turned to leave the floor, Blaine's hand shot out and grabbed Kurt by the wrist.

Kurt turned and looked at Blaine, then, as the music changed, he grabbed Blaine by the waist and held him close, sliding his hands to Blaine's hips and moving Blaine's body along with his to the music. He slotted one leg between Blaine's thighs and began rolling both of their bodies in time to the beat, reaching around to grab Blaine's ass and pull him even closer. Blaine's gasp was lost over the sound of the music, but he heard Kurt say into his ear, “God, you are so hot.”

“You're gorgeous.”

“Do you want to get out of here?” They were practically shouting over the music.

“What about your friends?”

“They'll understand.” Kurt took Blaine's hand and led him off the dance floor, but they were intercepted before they got far. Sam grabbed Kurt and dragged him back to dance, and Ryder put a fresh drink in Blaine's hand and led him back to the table.

“So tell me how you met Kurt,” Ryder prompted. In this booth, a lot of the dance floor sound was muffled, so it was no longer necessary to shout.

“I was hitchhiking; he picked me up.”

“When was that?”

“About three days ago.” Ryder looked at Blaine with surprise. “You seem like you've known each other a lot longer.”

“I know.”

Both Blaine and Ryder looked out toward the dance floor. Kurt's arms were loosely around Sam's shoulders, and his head was thrown back laughing. Blaine thought he'd never seen a man more beautiful. He also had an irrational urge to pull Sam away and throw him halfway across the club.

Blaine realized that his muscles had involuntarily clenched at the violent impulse, and Ryder was looking at him quizzically. “You've fallen for him, haven't you?”

Blaine looked at Ryder for a beat, then he nodded.

Ryder shook his head, “Be careful, man. He's a real heartbreaker.”

Blaine just pursed his lips and said nothing.