Thud. Thud. Thud.

It was the sound of Kurt's heart beating hard and fast in his ears. He was more than aware of its erratic pace and he tried to focus on calm soothing thoughts to settle it, but he didn't think it was going to be possible, not with what was going on right at that moment. He had to question everything that had led to this point in time because he was still filled with so much disbelief.

Was this really happening to him?

Kurt opened his eyes and gasped for breath taking stock of the curly-haired man who was hurriedly pulling off his leather jacket. It was quickly discarded on the floor, clearly not bothered by the fact that it probably cost more than Kurt's fortnightly income. He was back on Kurt in a flash.

Oh, fucking hell! It was really happening! It really was! Blaine Anderson, one of America's most famous rock stars currently had him pinned against the wall, his body flush against his, his breathing heavy, his hands hot, his lips firm and his tongue more than persistent. Blaine Anderson was taking advantage of him, and Kurt, well, he didn't mind in the least!

He tried to gain another breath. He didn't know how it had gotten to this so quickly, but it had. The thing was though, situations like this didn't happen to him. Heck! Situations like this never happened to him! And anyway, how the hell does a person get lucky like this? Who in the world was lucky enough to win a VIP backstage pass to meet a famous singer, only then to be invited to their private after party, only to then be guided to a private room with that famous singer, and only then to be pounced on by that gorgeous hunk of a guy?

Kurt was shy, caring, quiet, and handsomely charismatic, but most of all, Kurt was predictable. He happily lived in his own little world, had a job that he was passionate about, his own small group of friends, and apart from a couple of small-time flings when he had been in college and one steady boyfriend that had lasted for just over a year, he was single. But in saying that, Kurt was also never the type of guy to hook up with a stranger and have a one night stand. He usually had been on at least a couple of dates before anything remotely like this ever happened.

Kurt's fingers scratched over the surface of the wall behind him, his fingers desperately wanting to clench and squeeze something. He was still too scared to lay a finger on the guy, even though Blaine Anderson had already explored every inch of his chest, his shoulders and back.

Blaine Anderson broke away from the kiss. "Baby," he spoke, his voice ragged and husky, "Can I touch you?" He leaned in again, his lips teasing the sensitive skin on Kurt's neck, and Kurt needed no hint or indication of just where Blaine Anderson wanted to go. Blaine Anderson pressed his body against him again and grinded slowly...provocatively...hungrily. Kurt held onto to the whimper that wanted to escape him. "Babe?" he whispered when Kurt still hadn't responded.

Kurt could only manage a nod. He didn't trust himself to say or do anything else. Mercedes always told him that he should live a little. He didn't know if this was what she had in mind but he was sure it was somewhere along these lines. Heck, why not? Kurt deserved to have a little bit of fun now and then, didn't he?

Even so, he couldn't help but shy away instinctively as Blaine Anderson's hand began to trail down along his chest and come to rest on his belt buckle. Blaine Anderson was determined though, and his forceful lips found Kurt's again, convincing him that it was indeed a good idea after all.

Kurt kept his eyes closed and let his mind wander, anything to distract himself from the fact that any moment now, Blaine Anderson was going to have his hands inside his pants. And that would probably be the most exciting thing to have ever happened in Kurt's quiet, simple life.

Blaine rubbed over the outside of his jeans, teasing him and dragging out the suspense, and this time Kurt did whimper.

"Come on," Blaine said gruffly, his fingers working to undo his buckle. "I know you're holding back." He pulled on Kurt's ear impatiently. "You don't have to be shy with me." His hand finally found its way inside the front of his jeans and Kurt closed his eyes. His touch was pure heaven. Warm fingers wrapped around him and that was it, he couldn't take it. It didn't matter that Blaine Anderson was one of the hottest men in the universe, Kurt Hummel wasn't going to be the shy, intimidated guy anymore. He was going to enjoy himself too. He reached up and roughly grabbed his neck, his other hand moving around to hold him by the waist. Blaine Anderson's only response was a satisfied grunt.

'Oh boy!' Kurt thought to himself. Just how had he ended up here?