The music played, smoke swirled and glasses clinked as people sauntered from one group to another chatting aimlessly and enjoying their evening. Kurt however, stifled a yawn and snuck a quick glance at his watch. He had been at the private get-together for over an hour, and now, more than ever, he just wanted to go home. To starve off his boredom he was currently in the process of trying to count the petals on the flower before him. It was a Wootton Cupid Dahlia and he was impressed with how the flower had been selected to go with the rest of the room, but after having three strong drinks, the beautiful flower was proving to be more than a difficult challenge.

He gave up and glanced around the room. He wasn't even too sure whose place he was at, but he had found himself in a lavish apartment in one of the most expensive areas in LA. It wasn't exactly what Kurt had expected for a rock star's party, but Rachel had said it was only going to be a small gathering of people. A small gathering of snobbish, self-obsessed people, Kurt might add. Several of whom who had actually come up to introduce themselves, but once they had found out he was just a fan who had won a back stage pass they had quickly lost interest and moved on.

So now he stood all alone with no one talk to. He had seen Blaine Anderson wandering around the party on several occasions but he never approached Kurt, and Kurt was too afraid to approach him on his own accord. It was Blaine Anderson after all.

He had actually already tried to leave on several occasions, but Rachel had maintained a vigilant eye on him and had followed him whenever he had tried to make a move for the exit. Rachel was nice, he'd give her that, and when she spoke to him she actually looked like she was interested in what he had to say. He didn't know the first thing about her, but amongst all these empty faces, he liked her.

The only problem with Rachel was that she never stopped working. She was constantly moving about, checking messages on her phone, writing notes down on her notepad, and then whispering the odd word here and there into Blaine's ear, no matter who he was talking to.

Blaine Anderson, as always, oozed sex. No matter what position he sat in, or how he stood, or how he moved, the only word that came to Kurt's mind was sex; pure, unadulterated sex. Kurt licked his lips. Even when he drank from his glass he was fucking sexy. The way he tipped his head back and brought the glass to his mouth, the way his Adams apple bobbed as the liquid went down. Blaine lowered his glass and their eyes locked across the room. Oh shit! Oh shit! He's looking at me! Kurt panicked and his insides squirmed because he had that very uncomfortable feeling that a person gets when they've been busy eye-fucking someone and that someone catches them in the process.

But then Kurt squirmed even more because Blaine Anderson didn't smile at him this time, he actually frowned and looked slightly confused. Had he already forgotten that he had invited Kurt there? Kurt looked away, unable to maintain his penetrating gaze and began to shift his weight nervously from foot to foot. Geez, why had he said yes? Any minute now, Blaine Anderson was going to come storming over and demand to know what he was doing there. The last thing Kurt wanted to do was to cause a scene in front of all these strangers.

He held his breath feeling like his insides were raging an internal battle. One part of him wanted to flee, and the other part, well, the other part actually wanted nothing more in the world than to turn and see whether Blaine Anderson was still staring at him. Kurt held off for as long as possible which in fact, wasn't that very long as it turned out. He couldn't help himself and his gaze quickly went back to the small group of people where Blaine Anderson was sitting.

Blaine Anderson's eyes had not moved astray for one millisecond. They were still firmly planted on him, like a hunter watching its prey and getting ready for the kill. Kurt nearly, nearly shied away but somewhere in the dark crevices of his mind, his old self that insisted he needed this, came through to the surface and matched Blaine Anderson's fierce, lustful gaze. 'Yes, Mr. Blaine Anderson,' Kurt thought as he narrowed his eyes slightly, 'you can eat me up any day of the week!'

He was sure that he caught just the slightest hint of delighted surprise in Blaine Anderson, but he wasn't sure because it was then that Blaine Anderson lifted his hand and slowly indicated with his finger for Kurt to come closer. Kurt's heart literally stopped. It actually missed a beat. But heck, you only live once right?

Their eyes remained on each other as he approached the small group. They were in the middle of the room sitting on an arrangement of chairs that sat in front of a long white sofa. Kurt stood hesitantly before them when he saw there were no vacant seats available. What was he supposed to do now? He wasn't going to ask someone to move, he didn't know who they were, or more importantly, who they were to Blaine Anderson. He was to be saved though because it was just at that moment that Rachel glanced up and saw him.

"Here, have my seat," she offered and she was gone before Kurt could even begin to protest.

Subtle Rachel, subtle.

Blaine didn't say a word but confidently slid his body over the sofa forcing two people on the other end to stand up. They didn't complain. It seemed that no one went against Blaine Anderson because no one wanted to be kicked out of an exclusive Blaine Anderson party. Still staring at Kurt, he patted the space beside him suggestively.

Kurt gazed at both invitations; the empty chair and the spot beside Blaine. It would be the scariest thing he had done in a long time but Kurt believed that Blaine Anderson's invitation was definitely the better of the two. He perched on the edge of the sofa, and in an ever so casual manner, Blaine Anderson swung his hand over the back of the couch behind him. From that instant on, Blaine made it very clear that he was no longer interested in what any of the other people in the small group had to say. He ignored them, rudely ignored them in fact as their questions and comments were sent his way but remained unanswered. All he cared about now was the quiet Kurt Hummel sitting beside him.

"Am I boring you?" Blaine asked his voice low and soft.

"No! Not at all!" Kurt couldn't help but blush again and he coughed uncomfortably. He took a shaky breath and forced himself to look the man in the eyes. Fuck! He was hot! He quickly glanced away again. "Rachel sure keeps an eye out for you." Kurt noted, anything to distract from the fact that Blaine was now sitting only inches away from him, his cologne teasing and haunting him.

"Yeah, she's crazy and neurotic but that's why she's great for the job." Blaine ran a hand through his hair and Kurt couldn't help but watch on, transfixed by the fact that he was actually only inches away from his gorgeous curls and there was nothing more in the world that Kurt wanted to do than to run his fingers through them. "I trust her more than anyone else in the world," Blaine continued. He paused for a moment drinking in the sight of Kurt Hummel.

They were both distracted as Rachel sat back down in the chair in front of them. She ignored them though, too engrossed in whatever she was reading on her phone.

"So, what was your favorite part of the concert?" Blaine asked after a few moments of silence. Kurt was disappointed. So this was how Blaine Anderson rolled, he invited his fans back to join him so he could listen to them rave on about how great he was. Oh well, Kurt's father had brought him up to be polite and if Blaine's ego needed patting then he would do it.

"All of it, to be honest." Kurt tried to give him a smile but he wasn't sure if it was very convincing.

"Which song was your favorite?"

Kurt froze. Oh my fucking God! His brain had gone blank. If he was a real fan he would be able to list several songs, but in his panic, he couldn't even remember any of the songs that Blaine had sung that evening. "Um, um."

Blaine only laughed at his discomfort. "You're not really a fan, are you?" He edged closer to Kurt on the sofa, and Kurt couldn't control the flutter of butterflies that reemerged in his stomach. He didn't belong here, in this room with all these self-important people, and most of all, he didn't belong there with Blaine Anderson sitting at his side looking like he wanted to ravish him on the spot.

"Urr, to be honest... no." Kurt swallowed anxiously.

Blaine chuckled again and achieved the impossible by managing to move even closer still. "I didn't think so." He was now so close that Kurt could feel his hot breath on his neck. He fidgeted and a twitch of a smile tugged at Blaine Anderson's upper lip, and he slowly moved his mouth over Kurt's neck again allowing his gentle breath to tease him. Goose bumps rose up on Kurt's skin causing him to shiver.

"Your neck is fucking exquisite, you know that right?" Blaine breathed his voice husky and wanting.

Either Blaine Anderson was a nasty tease and a flirt, or Blaine Anderson was in fact hitting on him, or he was just doing a combination of all the three. Kurt pulled back nervously. He had never been a person for outlandish public displays of affection especially not in these circumstances.

Blaine was not phased one bit and he continued with their previous conversation. "So, you don't really like my music then?"

"Don't get me wrong," Kurt said quickly. "You're obviously a great singer and you have some catchy songs, but," Oh my God stop now! Stop before you say too much! He cried to himself. Was he really going to go ahead and insult the man again, "but I think most of the songs are, you know... empty." Kurt couldn't believe that the words had just come out of his mouth, and even Rachel who had been in the middle of texting a message, paused and lifted her head quickly to stare at him. He had said too much, he was sure of it. Ever since he had met Blaine Anderson only inappropriate words had come out of his mouth. He had to try and fix the moment. "Do you write any of your own songs?" Kurt asked his voice high as his agitation grew. He prayed that Blaine didn't write any of his songs though because while Kurt was sure that they appealed to the masses, for the most part, they really were just hollow lyrics. But then Kurt filled with dread and he flicked his head to the exit. Maybe he should just make a run for it, because if Blaine did write his own songs, he had just implied that Blaine's song writing skills were empty and hollow too.

Blaine however, reached up and placed a firm finger on Kurt's chin where he then proceeded to guide it back so that Kurt was looking at him again. Blaine was frowning, but instead of going off at him and causing a scene, he leaned against the back of the sofa and rested his head in his hand and continued to watch him.

"You really are a diamond in the rough, aren't you?" He announced, avoiding Kurt's question.

Kurt looked back at Blaine Anderson trying to judge just what might be going through his mind. The soft glow of light in the room illuminated his face, leaving his skin flawless and soft, and his eyes dark but vibrant.

"That's what I sensed about you," Blaine continued. "You've never worried to share your opinions and I like that about people."

"Oh, trust me, sometimes I get worried."

Blaine's hand reached over to Kurt's. "Like now?"

Kurt hiccupped. "Yeah, like now. Yeah, I'm worried now."

"Why?"

"Because you're Blaine Anderson, that's why."

It was Blaine's turn to look marginally disappointed. He sat up quickly their faces only inches apart and he rested his hand on Kurt's knee. He gave it a gentle squeeze and Kurt couldn't stop the electric bolt of heat that shot through him and back down to his crotch. "Don't be," Blaine said in an almost warning tone.

Kurt opened his mouth but he couldn't respond, his heart pounding ever so fast as he realized just how close Blaine Anderson's mouth was to his.

To his dismay though, it was right at that moment that Rachel leaned in sharply. He jerked back surprised by her unexpected closeness, but she ignored him and whispered something viciously in Blaine's ear causing him to sigh. He didn't argue or say anything back, but stood and left without saying another word.

Kurt sunk back into the plush cushion on the sofa and visibly relaxed, but he couldn't help himself, the temptation was too much, he had to do it. He swiveled in the sofa and watched Blaine as he moved to the opposite side of the room, his eyes super-glued to soft rise and fall of Blaine's butt cheeks. Kurt looked back to the small group after Blaine had disappeared out of sight, a shy, giddy smile on his face, and then he startled when he realized that Rachel had been watching him the whole time. The smile quickly left his face. Sprung! Yes! Guilty as charged, he had once again been caught checking out Blaine Anderson's ass.

Rachel eyes unnerved him but her expression was without judgment. "He's always busy like this," she apologized for him.

"Oh, is he?"

"Yes."

"But don't worry. I'm sure he'll be back soon." She tried to hide a knowing, teasing smile, but Kurt didn't mind because her words had reignited that optimistic hope within him that maybe, just maybe, he might get to know what it was like to have Blaine Anderson's lips on his.

After another hour though, Kurt had changed his mind. It was getting close to two o'clock in the morning and he was exhausted. There really wasn't any point in him hanging around any longer. He couldn't continue to live under the childish fantasy of wanting to get it on with his rock star crush any longer. It wasn't going to happen, simple as that.

Kurt glanced at his watch again. Yes, sadly it was time to make a move. He held his fifth drink in his hand but believed he could finish it by the time he reached the door. The warm buzz in his belly would help him to forget his disappointment at losing his chance with Blaine Anderson. Maybe he might even have a shot too, it was going to be a long trip home and he was going to need all the help he could get so he could think about anything else other than the one and only Blaine Anderson.

It was at that moment too that Kurt made a decision. Mercedes had been right. He had been wallowing for too long. He had to forget about Mark, and put himself out there again and find someone new. The flirtatious conversation he'd had with Blaine Anderson had reminded him of the excitement of hooking up with someone new, of having someone touch him, and of having someone want him. Kurt nodded to himself. Yes, tomorrow he would start a fresh and it would be a new Kurt Hummel, ready for love and ready for adventure.

"I've been neglecting you," a familiar voice spoke from behind him, just before Kurt was able to finish off the last half of his drink. He jerked round, his pulse rapidly increasing at the sound of Blaine Anderson's words. Maybe, just maybe he wasn't going to be disappointed after all.

Blaine walked straight up to him and Kurt stepped backwards, stepping into the closed door. The sight of Blaine Anderson before him made his vocal cords freeze once more. Maybe Kurt wasn't the strong adventurous hero he had made himself out to be.

Blaine took the glass from Kurt and took a slow, exaggerated sip of his drink before lowering it and replacing it back in his hand. Kurt frowned wanting nothing more than to suck on the liquid that was now on Blaine Anderson's bottom lip.

"Eye fucking me again?" Blaine asked stepping up close so their chests grazed against each other's.

Just slightly! Had he been that obvious? How could he answer a question like that? Wouldn't he sound horribly shallow if he said yes? Kurt simply nodded and Blaine chuckled.

"I thought as much." He leaned in, his lips nearly touching Kurt's ear. "You're just my type, you know," he whispered and his mouth grazed over the skin on Kurt's collarbone.

"Oh?" Kurt stammered, but he wasn't naïve. From the amount of questionable photos that had been exploited by the paparazzi over the past couple of years, Kurt knew that Blaine Anderson had in fact many types. He risked a quick glance at Blaine again and giggled apprehensively when he saw the lust pulsating from his eyes. But then Kurt remembered that he didn't care, he was there to have some no-strings attached fun. He glanced down at the drink in his hand. It was still quite full and he decided to knock back the rest of its contents. Maybe if he was more inebriated he wouldn't worry about everything making sense and he would just let himself enjoy the moment.

But then, before he could take a sip, Blaine Anderson did something that Kurt really didn't expect. Out in the open, in front of his close friends, he gently took Kurt's chin in his thumb and forefinger, leaned in and kissed him. And the amazing thing was, Kurt just fell into it like it was the most expected thing for him to do that day. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the smoke in the room that had made him dizzy, or maybe it was the music that pulsated around them, but their lips molded together with such perfection that it held none of the hesitations or uncertainties of a first kiss. Neither did it hold the fever of an out-of-control drunken kiss. It was a kiss that was filled with raw intensity, lust and unresolved passion, but it was a kiss that also held more tenderness and warmth than Kurt had ever experienced in his entire life.

Their mouths moved gracefully, and what had started off as a curious and slow exchange quickly turned into several. When Kurt would close his lips Blaine would nudge in for another, guiding Kurt's mouth open and teasing him gently with his tongue, only for Kurt to initiate a new kiss when Blaine's lips began to pull away. Eventually, out of breath and feeling incredibly turned on, they both pulled away at the same time, their breaths heavy and their chests raising rapidly, both of them blown away at such an unexpected feeling of certainty.

"Come with me," Blaine ordered. He indicated with his head to the stairs that led to the second floor and Kurt, lost in a daze, placed his drink on the counter and followed after him.

So there Kurt was, currently being groped by Blaine Anderson, in a bedroom, in the dark, in someone's apartment, somewhere in the middle of a prestigious neighborhood in the middle of LA. Whatever the kiss had been or had meant outside, it had quickly been forgotten in the darkness and privacy of the room. And finally, thankfully, he had gotten over his fear of touching Blaine Anderson and his concern for what everyone else downstairs just might be thinking. Because what the fuck, Kurt would never get this lucky ever again. He didn't care that he was just Blaine Anderson's conquest for the night, because as it turned out, Blaine Anderson was just as much his conquest too. Blaine Anderson was just what he needed to get his confidence back again and enable him to put himself out there and find someone new.

Blaine's fingers were like fire, searing with passion as they roughly shoved Kurt's jeans off his waist. His hand quickly found him and Kurt broke away so he could tilt his head back against the wall, the feeling of Blaine's fingers too intense for him to focus on anything else. "Oh, fuck that feels great," he murmured, and he smirked to himself as he let his hands wander down Blaine's chest. He didn't give a shit that he was going to have to do the walk of shame when he left and he giggled to himself as Pink's very same song came on downstairs. 'How appropriate,' he thought to himself.

Blaine Anderson was rushed and forceful but Kurt didn't care, and somehow in the darkness while Blaine had one hand on him, Blaine managed to undo his own trousers and began to push one side down. They helped each other out, pushing and tugging at each other's clothes until they were naked from the knees up, their jeans twisted and caught around their calves.

"Fucking perfect," Blaine gasped and he pushed Kurt back against the wall again so hard that he lifted him slightly off his feet. Kurt used the momentum, placed his hands on top of Blaine's shoulders and swung one of his legs around Blaine's waist. The position was more than agreeable, binding them tightly together.

"Fuck, you feel awesome!" Blaine exclaimed, his mouth still moving over Kurt's as he grinded into him.

"The bed," Kurt suggested his breath hard on Blaine's mouth. Blaine grunted in agreement and swiveled around managing to take Kurt with him. He half carried, half pushed him across the room.

Kurt couldn't believe how strong he was. He picked him up and easily lowered him onto the bed so Blaine could lie on top of him. He kissed him deeply and pulled away sucking on his bottom lip. "I'll be right back," Blaine told him with a wicked grin. He stood at the foot of the bed and tugged at his trousers to get them off his feet. Frantically, Kurt tried to kick off the remainder of his clothes as well but with his shoes still on they only became more entangled around his legs.

"Do you want help?" Blaine asked chivalrously.

"Please," he practically begged.

Blaine reached for his foot.

"You're so fucking hot, you know that right?" Blaine gasped, his hands tugging on Kurt's jeans and pulling them the rest of the way off.

Kurt sat up and grabbed him by the waist and pulled him closer. The sight before him was unforgettable. Blaine Anderson in only his briefs, crotch at eye level - and an ample satisfying sight that was - he might add, the defined curve of his V and his flat stomach. Kurt sighed; perfection. Blaine Anderson was perfection. He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Blaine's stomach and gazed provocatively up at him.

Somewhere deep in his chest Blaine growled in a low rumble of a response. "Fucking oath you're going to get it." He pushed Kurt back roughly and climbed on top, straddling over his body. "I'm going to have so much fun with you," he teased just before he leant back down into another kiss.

"Please," Kurt murmured, his stomach doing somersaults at his words. "Have all the fun you want."

Blaine smiled and wrapped his arms around Kurt to pull him with him as he rolled to the side and onto his back so that now Kurt was on top. His hands stroked down Kurt's back and slid under his underwear to cup over the cheeks of his butt, and Kurt sighed appreciatively. Could this night get any better?

Unfortunately, for Kurt, it wasn't.

It was just at that moment that a sudden urgent knock sounded on the door interrupting them. "Blaine, Blaine!" Kurt recognized Rachel's voice. "I'm really sorry but you're going to have to come out. He's here."

"Fuck!" Blaine shouted. He sat up straight knocking Kurt off balance. He gave out a yelp and unable to gain his bearings from Blaine's sudden movement, he rolled to the left and fell to the floor with a loud thud.

"Fuck!" Kurt cried.

"Fuck!" Blaine looked down at Kurt. "Are you okay?" He didn't wait for an answer, "Really Rachel, right now of all times!" He yelled to the door.

"He's here!" She shouted again rattling the handle as she tried to open it.

Was she really going to come in? Kurt was horrified. He quickly sought for his jeans, the very pair that he had just managed to take off and shoved his feet inside and pulled them up to his waist. Blaine glared at him.

"I just got you out of those," he hissed. But he jumped off the bed and pulled his own trousers back up around his waist. He stalked to the door and flung it open to reveal Rachel standing there with her hands on her hips. Kurt yelped as he caught sight of her and quickly pulled up his fly, quickly scanning for his shirt at the same time so he could make himself presentable before Rachel really laid her eyes on him. But if Rachel had seen him she didn't acknowledge him, she was full of tact. Rachel Berry just continued on with her job.

"Sebastian's just arrived and he's got company," she was in the middle of saying.

Blaine shook his head and swore again. "Fuck!"

He raised his hand and pushed Rachel back into the corridor and Blaine followed, pulling the door nearly closed so they could speak privately.

Kurt waited inside the room unsure of what he should do. He desperately wanted to know what they were talking about. He edged nervously to the door but he couldn't make out their furtive words and decided that maybe he was better off waiting on the other side of the room. He didn't know how they would react if they knew he had been eavesdropping. Kurt leaned against the very wall that Blaine had just had him up against and closed his eyes. Oh, it had only been minutes before, but right now, it felt like an eternity ago. He needed to regain his composure. He took a deep breath and focused on that calm, safe place within his mind.

"If you would come with me, Kurt."

He jumped and opened his eyes to find Rachel standing before him. It definitely was not the person he had hoped to see when he had opened his eyes again. He had dreamed of Sex God Blaine Anderson sweeping him off his feet and carrying him back to the bed.

"If you can follow me, I'll see you out," Rachel repeated politely. Kurt quickly looked towards the door and his heart sank. Blaine Anderson had already left without saying a word, without one last touch and without one last kiss. It was all over.

"Where are we going?" Kurt asked trying to hide the displeasure in his voice. In truth, he was bitterly disappointed. Blaine Anderson had just been manhandling him like he was a piece of meat, in the most delicious way possible, and then, without a word or a look, he had left him. He hadn't wanted it to finish. He couldn't deny it any longer. Yes, he wasn't afraid to admit it! Heck! He would shout it out to whole world. Kurt Hummel wanted Blaine Anderson to fuck him! Fuck him long and hard, in all positions imaginable, until he couldn't walk straight.

Stop!

The mere thought had caused the blood to rush back to Kurt's crotch. He needed to stop now and wait until he got home before he could proceed to use Blaine Anderson as his next year's supply of masturbatory material.

Rachel led him down another staircase, away from the party and he was surprised to see that they had come out at the back of the apartment's kitchen.

"It would be more appropriate if you left by the side entrance," she informed him.

"Oh." Kurt had no idea what was going on but he wasn't going to argue. He already felt like he had outstayed his welcome so he didn't feel like he had a right to question Rachel.

She guided him to a large door and pulled the lock revealing the cool evening on the other side. Kurt sighed, it really was the end.

"It was nice to meet you, Rachel Berry," Kurt said softly extending his hand to say goodbye. She smiled at his polite gesture and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I've already called a taxi. It should be here soon." She reached out and placed a ticket in his hand.

"What's this?" Kurt asked. Rachel flashed him another heart-warming smile, and he had to admit that even though she had escorted him to the back door to ensure he left and was chucking him out, he still liked her.

"It's another VIP backstage pass for tomorrow night."

Kurt's mouth dropped open.

"Blaine Anderson would like to see you again, if you're free that is."