Mercedes nearly choked on her coffee.

"What? No!" She put her cup down on Kurt's bedside table, and then in varying degrees of emphasis and pitch she continued. "No! No! Noooooo!!!"

It was early and Kurt was nursing a slight hangover. Mercedes had stormed into his room to demand why he had gotten home so late, and why the hell he hadn't texted to tell her where he was. She had also been more than eager to hear about his 'meet and greet' with Blaine Anderson. Oh, did he have a story to tell her! Mercedes was his best friend in the whole world and she would be the only person he would share all the details with.

Right now she was poised on the edge of his bed, her mouth hanging slightly open as her head went back and forth between her autographed photo in one hand and Kurt's new VIP ticket in the other. Kurt pulled his legs up to his body and hugged himself, worried that she wouldn't believe him.

She leaned forward and stared at him intently. "You didn't?!"

Before he could even respond, Mercedes stared back down at the message that Blaine Anderson had clearly scrawled across the surface of the photo. She looked back up at him. "Are you messing with me?" And again, before he could respond, Mercedes answered for him. "Of course you're not messing with me! You. Made. Out. With. Blaine. Anderson??!!! Blaine Anderson the rock star!?!"

Kurt shrugged and held his hands up in submission. He still couldn't believe it himself. Last night seemed like a foggy dream, even though it had only happened - he quickly glanced at the clock sitting on his nightstand - five hours ago. Kurt closed his eyes and a quick flash of Blaine Anderson's face, right in front of his, made him jolt. He breathed deeply trying to steady himself, but he was sure he could still smell a hint Blaine's cologne mixed with a soft waft of Blaine's own personal delicious scent. He could even feel Blaine's hot breath on his neck all over again.

Kurt involuntarily shuddered. Holy crap, he had made out with Blaine Anderson! Yes, it had actually happened. His lips and Blaine Anderson's lips, his tongue and Blaine Anderson's tongue, his di....

"Did you get any other tickets?" Mercedes asked hopefully, interrupting his thoughts.

Kurt shook his head and Mercedes nodded not really fussed that she wasn't going to be able to join him. She placed the photo and new ticket back down on the bedspread in such a manner that anyone would think they were the most expensive and valuable items in the world. Actually, that wasn't far from the truth. Kurt couldn't think of anything else he would rather have on that bed right now, other than a very naked Blaine Anderson spread out all over it of course.

"But you didn't actually..." Mercedes began curiously. Kurt twisted his head when she paused, wondering if she was really going to go there and ask, "sleep with him?"

"No."

She looked disappointed. "Did you ...you know..." she paused dramatically, "At least get to see the goods?"

"Mercedes!"

"Oh man! Come on, you get all down and dirty with Blaine Anderson in a dark room and you don't even grab a glimpse of the merchandise?"

"Like you just said, it was a dark room."

Mercedes shook her head in disbelief. "I'm so disappointed in you," she mocked playfully.

Kurt grinned slyly. "But I sure did get to feel the goods."

Mercedes' face dropped and then her head flung back and she burst into a loud peal of laughter. Kurt enjoyed her merriment. They used to do this quite often, sit in each other's rooms and gossip about each other's love lives. But he had been so down and out of sorts recently, hiding from everyone and himself. It had been a long time since they had done this.

"So," Kurt glanced at the ticket still in her hands. "Do you think I should go?"

Mercedes glared at him. "Are you out of your mind, Kurt Hummel?" Kurt shied away from her outburst. "You go see Blaine Anderson in concert. He invites you back to an after concert get-together, gets it on with you and invites you again for another round." She threw her hands up in the air in desperation. "Of course you go again!" She leaned forward sassily. "And I'm not saying that because Blaine Anderson is a rock star and has one mean piece for an ass, and of course you don't secretly objectify him." Kurt blushed; busted. "But you're going to go," she continued with a wave of one of her fingers, "because you deserve it. Go treat yourself, because after the way Mark treated you..."

Kurt glared.

"Oh sweetie, you know that I love you but I'm sick of seeing your long, sad face. I want to see you happy Kurt, and I strongly believe a little action would do you good." Mercedes smiled wickedly. "And I have a sneaking suspicion that Blaine Anderson just might have the right amount of action you need."

"Mercedes! You watch your mouth!"

She giggled uncontrollably and gave him a friendly wink. He had to laugh with her though, and he picked up his pillow and gave her shoulder a soft whack.

Mercedes was right. He did deserve to go back and get seconds. But the thought that he was actually going to do this, go and see Blaine Anderson again and possibly have the chance of having those lips moving over his, his shapely body rubbing against his, Blaine's thighs pushing against his as he maneuvered between his legs. The butterflies in Kurt's stomach whirled in a delighted mixture of excitement and nerves. It was nearly too much to handle. But yes, Kurt wanted him, wanted him bad, and who cared if it was just for one night and he never got to have him again. It would be worth it.

"So, you're really going to have to leave now," Kurt announced all of a sudden.

Mercedes looked offended. "What! Why?"

"Look, if I am going to go and meet Blaine Anderson tonight I need to look my best." Mercedes understood immediately and she leapt off the bed, grabbing her cup in the process.

"Say no more, I'm going to let you get your beauty sleep. I won't make a sound so you can be all good to go for tonight." Kurt tried to smile appreciatively, but a new wave of excitement found its way to his chest and he was worried that he wouldn't be able to get any sleep at all.

"Just don't tell Finn, okay," Kurt demanded as she headed towards the door. "He's coming over to hang out this afternoon."

She glanced over her shoulder and smiled. "Don't worry, my lips are sealed. You're going to get lucky," Mercedes began in a sing-song voice. "You're going to get some."

Kurt threw his spare pillow towards her and Mercedes squealed. He was too late and the pillow hit his closed door. An exasperated squeal escaped his mouth and he fell back onto his bed. He desperately needed at least another three hours sleep if he was going to feel one hundred percent. He snuggled back into his sleeping pillow and his mind suddenly wandered back to that first initial kiss, the one at the front door. Kurt frowned with his eyes closed and he tried to shrug off that uncomfortable feeling that he knew he shouldn't get. It was a feeling that would let him get hurt if he wasn't careful, because in that kiss there had been something else other than lust and the desire of sex. He chastised himself even more. Thoughts like this would not let Kurt sleep either. They were dangerous thoughts that should be kept deep inside and only let out when that one special person came before him. They were not feelings that should surface when you're going back in the hope of a one night stand. Kurt rolled over in his bed and started to count to ten slowly, trying to get his thoughts to melt away. If he did get any sleep now though, it would be a miracle.

***

"So who can I make it out too?" Blaine asked without a hint of recognition or interest in his voice. In fact, he looked more bored than anything else. He didn't even make eye contact with Kurt.

"Kurt Hummel," Kurt stammered and he wanted to run straight out of the room. He felt like a fool. It seemed like Blaine Anderson had invited him back just to rub it in his face. Hah! Thought you could have a piece of this, think again!

His heart literally sank, right down into that deep dark place where his soul had been hiding since he had broken up with Mark. He had put so much effort into getting ready for tonight. It had taken him nearly an hour to pick out what he was going to wear, another just to get his hair perfect, and it had all been for nothing. Nothing! Kurt wanted the ground to swallow him up. He had even bought one of Blaine's souvenir books for him to sign. His heart raced with humiliation as Blaine's hand swiftly ran over the inside of the front cover, and still, Blaine Anderson refused to meet his gaze.

"I enjoyed the performance tonight," Kurt tried as Blaine concentrated on what he was writing. It was a lie though. It was as if Kurt had been watching a robot up there on the stage performing all the same motions from the night before. Did he really do the same things night after night? Really, was there anything inside of Blaine that was genuine and spontaneous?

"Thanks," Blaine responded absentmindedly. Kurt wanted to scream at him. He still didn't make eye contact, and instead, shoved the book back into his hands like Kurt was wasting his time and walked away to the next giggling girl.

So that was it then. Blaine Anderson had played him and swept him along like the fool that he was. Kurt defiantly squared his shoulders and lifted his chin. He had many things he could say to Blaine, but he was going to be the bigger and better person here. He was just going to walk out of the room with his head held high and run back to Mercedes where he would drown his sorrows in a tub of double chocolate ice-cream and a long list of romantic comedies starting with Bridget Jones Diary. And that's just what Kurt intended to do. He poised his lips in anger, spun on his heels and stalked towards the door. He held his breath, hoping, pleading inside that Blaine would call him back and tell him there had been some kind of mistake, but there was only silence that followed him to the door.

The corridor wasn't cold tonight, but Kurt's insides were. He was such an idiot, thinking that he could play alongside these people. Who the hell did they think they were anyway? Thinking they were better than everyone else.

There was bin in front of him and Kurt began to swing the book high in the air so he could drop it in with one loud dramatic thud. He stopped though, one last thread of hope stopping him in time before he did just that. What message had Blaine Anderson written inside his book? His paranoid, negative side quickly came forth destroying all of his pleasant thoughts. 'You wish!' 'Try again next time!' 'Sucker!'

Kurt flicked the front page open and brought it closer to read it. His eyes went wide as he read the simple three words that he found there.

"Go with Rachel."

Kurt turned quickly and found Rachel standing a short distance away, waiting for him. She flashed him another big smile.

"Care to join me?" She asked happily.

Kurt Hummel was quickly becoming very fond of Rachel Berry's smiles.

He nodded, quickly regretting all of the nasty thoughts that had just been racing through his mind, because hell yeah, he'd love to go with her. He came to her side and she gave a slight giggle before she looped her arm with his, just like she had the night before.

"We'll go the back way. Blaine wants to ride with you tonight," she paused a moment and hint of pink came to her cheeks. "No pun intended, of course."

Kurt nearly choked on her unintended mistake of words. At least he wasn't the only person thinking about him and Blaine fucking their brains out.

Kurt had never been in a limousine before. He had been in LA for the better half of two years, but he was still a long distance away from the lavish lifestyle of the rich and famous. He was a Lima, Ohio kid to the core and this would probably be the most luxurious car he had ever been in. He tried to be discreet in front of Rachel and drank every tiny little detail of the interior, the plush comfortable seats, the mini bar with its mini sized spirit bottles, the suave carpet and upholstery, the dark tinted windows; oh, the wealthy sure knew how to live.

The car sat idly running and the minutes ticked by, and with each and every second, Kurt became more anxious and impatient. He began to fiddle. It started with his hair, and then he moved onto playing with the collar of his shirt. He rubbed his thighs and couldn't stop from tapping his foot to a silent beat that was trapped somewhere in his subconscious.

Rachel suddenly leaned forward and placed a hand on his knee.

"Stop stressing," she advised him firmly. Kurt's eyes went wide, surprised by her sudden interjection.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

She was just about to respond when the door beside them flung open and the space around them filled with the screams and cries of frantic fans. Kurt's view was blocked by Blaine Anderson as he waved and called out to the people who had followed him to his waiting car. "Thanks guys!" He yelled while they took his picture. "Thanks for coming, gotta go! See you next time." He finally climbed into the car and the door was securely closed on the outside by his large and ominous body guard, and Kurt couldn't help but notice the way he visibly relaxed as the tinted windows put him into privacy once again.

Blaine sighed rubbing his hands together taking a moment to catch his breath. Kurt sat frozen, petrified. If he had been nervous before, he couldn't explain this new wave of panic that had overwhelmed him. There he was again, Blaine Anderson, and he was sitting right beside him. What the hell do you say to someone like Blaine Anderson after their exotic encounter the previous night? They had both been fairly drunk. Did he really want him like that again?

The car started to move, and the moment it pulled away from the curb, Blaine was on him. Okay, so maybe Blaine did want him still. His hands were already on Kurt's chest, his leg draped over his own and his mouth passionately on his lips. He was so eager in fact that he roughly pushed Kurt off balance and half climbed on top of him over the length of the back seat of the limo. It took a moment for Kurt to recover, to respond to his more than enthusiastic, lust driven actions.

"Oh my fucking God!" Blaine gasped, one of his hands quickly finding its way to the inside of Kurt's shirt. "I didn't think it was possible but you're even hotter than last night." He gave Kurt's lips a sensuous lick and Kurt felt his insides cry for more, but he couldn't, not with Rachel sitting there. He pulled away, his cheeks red with embarrassment. "Rachel's here," he managed tugging Blaine's hand free from his clothes.

Blaine didn't even look at her and snorted. "Trust me," he laughed after Kurt had glanced suspiciously at her. He ran his hand up the inside of his thigh, higher and higher. "She doesn't care," he placed a kiss on Kurt's neck. "And she's got earphones anyway," he breathed. Kurt closed his eyes, his breath, his touch, his body heat; they were all having disastrous effects on his ability to keep rational.

Blaine's lips found Kurt's again and just like the night before it swept Kurt away into a tantalizing fantasy world where, yes, all of Kurt's dreams did come true. He submitted to Blaine's hold and brought his hands to the side of Blaine's face as Blaine's lips teased his mouth open, and it was against Kurt's mouth that Blaine continued to speak. "I can't wait to get you alone. I'm going to do the nastiest things with you." Kurt trembled. Blaine could do whatever nasty things he wanted to him but he was still too conscious of Rachel sitting within an arm's reach away.

With more determination and self-control than Kurt thought he had, he managed to pull away again. "You can do whatever you want with me," he whispered. "Just not here."

Blaine pulled back resting his arm around the back of Kurt on the chair. "Pity," he said softly, his eyes burning, "What a pity."

They stared at each other and Kurt filled with regret and disappointment. He was sure he had just ruined his chances, because really, who the hell turned down Blaine Anderson? No one but Kurt Hummel, that's who. He wanted to hit himself. Only an idiot would do what he had just done. Kurt glanced nervously at Rachel again, she might have put her earphones in her ears as soon as Blaine had latched onto him, but her face was heavy with a frown and he was sure that she was more than aware of their exchange. Blaine also looked towards Rachel, and this time, her head did flick up. They exchanged a silent unreadable thought, Blaine shook his head and Rachel nodded hers.

'Oh shit!' He thought. He had gone and done it. Kurt wondered whether they had a secret Austin's Powers' booby trapdoor that they would now use to dispose of him. He imagined himself falling through the bottom of the car and rolling away down the road. He would watch crumpled and used in the gutter as they pulled up further down the street and picked up the next fuckable guy that Blaine saw.

He waited and waited, but the limo never stopped and Blaine Anderson never kicked him out.

He met Blaine's gaze again and Blaine smiled. "It's fine." He leaned forward and grazed his lips back over Kurt's before he pulled away completely.

"I'm hungry," Blaine suddenly announced. "I'm thinking pizza."

"Do you want me to do it," Rachel asked after the car had pulled up outside of a small late night pizzeria. She had already pocketed her phone and was edging towards the door.

Blaine frowned. "You know what, no. I just want to be able to order my own fucking pizza." Kurt startled at Blaine's harsh words. Rachel however, was not phased one bit. She gave him a quick short nod, sat back in her chair and miraculously pulled out her phone again, so quickly in fact that Kurt had to wonder whether it had ever left her hand in the first place.

"Do you always let him talk to you like that?" He braved to ask once Blaine had left the car.

"No," Rachel said firmly, her eyes still studying the screen but she stopped and looked up. "He's just been a bit stressed lately, that's all. Which is probably why you're such a good idea," she added.

Kurt blushed. "Oh."

The car fell back into silence for a few moments.

"So, what's it like being Blaine's Anderson's personal assistant?" Kurt asked.

"Busy," Rachel replied shortly, forever fiddling with her phone.

Kurt's fingers drummed over the armrest nervously. Despite the fact that he already knew she was busy, he didn't like silences with people he didn't know. It always made him feel edgy and uncomfortable. His father was the complete opposite to him, always chatting and making new friends, it made Kurt feel quite inadequate with his abilities of talking to people.

"I would have thought someone as famous and busy as Blaine would have more than one assistant," Kurt observed as she jotted down another sentence down on her notepad.

His words cut through the air though and Rachel froze in the middle of what she was doing. She looked up at him and glared. "I am quite capable of doing my job."

'Oh fuck!' Kurt panicked. 'I've gone and done it again!' Why was he forever saying the wrong things? "I didn't mean to offend you. I just meant that you must be flat out."

Rachel's eyes narrowed and it appeared that she was trying to ascertain whether he was being rude or just observant. Her mouth slowly twitched up into a grin.

"Blaine mentioned that you like to speak your mind." She nodded to herself. "It's good, he needs that right now. And you're cute too," she observed.

Kurt swallowed deeply, the nerves in his stomach jittering again at the mere mention of his name.

"You're being awfully nice to me when you don't need to be," Kurt acknowledged, shifting his position on the seat.

"Oh?"

"Well, compared to the other people at the party last night, you're nice to me, but I bet you get to see this kind of thing all the time."

Rachel paused and Kurt believed that it was the first time he had ever actually seen her stop. "Me and Blaine," she began, her head tilted slightly as she still tried to decide what she should say. "We've known each other a long time. We're old friends, even before he became famous. And I've been his assistant since day one." She looked out the window, the lights from the street glimmering in her eyes. "He hasn't been happy for a long time, and if doing this," she waved her hand towards him, and Kurt couldn't help but squirm uneasily on the leather chair, "makes him happy, then I'm more than willing to turn a blind eye in the back of a limo."

Kurt deliberated her response. Rachel must indeed be a good friend to subject herself to such working conditions. "And to answer your previous question, Kurt," Rachel continued. "Yes. Blaine hooks up with people all the time, but what doesn't happen all the time, is what just happened between you two."

"What do you mean?"

"Ninety-five percent of the people who get into this car don't give a fuck that I'm here. They're just too busy being happy that they get to fuck Blaine Anderson, and quite a few of them, actually like putting on a show."

Kurt scrunched up his nose at her words and he suddenly felt sorry for her, and even though he had just pushed Blaine away, he felt horribly guilty because really that's what his original intention had been. He was just here to get laid as well because heck, he knew full well that after tonight he would never see Blaine Anderson again.

His eyes watched her as she continued to work. "That must be horrible for you."

She laughed. "Fortunately, as you said, I'm flat out and I do have my earphones."

"Yeah, Blaine mentioned those earlier." Kurt frowned. "But you seemed to have known what went on before."

It was Rachel's turn to blush. "I only turn the music on when I want to. Don't get me wrong," she quickly added when Kurt's face dropped in shock. "I just believe it's my job to know the people who spend time with Blaine. I like to keep an eye out for him, although some people would disagree that that is my place," she scrunched up nose and Kurt guessed she was thinking of someone in particular.

They fell into silence again and he looked out the window and tried to assess just where they were. "So where are we going?"

"Back to his hotel."

"No party tonight?" he asked surprised and Rachel laughed again obviously finding him amusing. "You know Kurt, you are so adorably naïve. There's always a party, Kurt." She watched him closely. "It's all ever Blaine does, he has an image to uphold after all," she sighed as she said the last words and Kurt frowned wondering at the meaning behind them.

"Why would he stay in a hotel when he lives in LA?"

"He always stays in hotels when he's on tour."

He was distracted as the car door opened and Blaine bounded back in and the immediate excited knot in his stomach returned.

"I just signed some girl's fucking bra," Blaine laughed.

Kurt looked horrified, but Rachel, didn't even lift her head up from her phone.

***************

This was no little private get-together. This was a party, a real party! And it was much louder and more aggressive than the night before. Kurt ogled. He had never been amidst such mayhem or such madness before. He hid in one corner, his jaw hanging down at everything that was playing out in front of him, and he wondered just how the hell Blaine Anderson would be able to get away with this. Surely he would get kicked out of his hotel room for it.

So far, someone had smashed a vase that Kurt hoped dearly was a fake, someone else had spilt red wine on the plush thick carpet, there were people on the balcony heckling any pour soul who dared to pass by on the street below, and he really didn't want to know how far the two people on the sofa in the corner of the room were going to go, but it was definitely 'M' rated by now.

And right there in the middle of it, basking in all his glory was Blaine Anderson. He was in the middle of the dance floor having just completed a shot competition with a groupie. He had won of course. Seven shots into the competition and the groupie was on the floor rolling around in hysterics. Blaine had leaned down and placed a passionate kiss on the groupie's mouth before standing up and ripping off his shirt shouting how victorious he had been. The sound of something shattering on the tiles in the bathroom broke the din for a moment, everyone looked at each other, and then they all cheered again.

Kurt had never seen someone so in their element, so on fire and so in love with life. Still topless, Blaine continued to dance in the middle of the room occupying his time between several different other partygoers. His upper body gleamed in the light from the sweat that was exuding from his pores and all Kurt wanted to do was walk over there and lick it, all the way from his belly button and up to his collarbone. But what was even more sexier, was the protruding trail of hair that started at his belly button and began its seductive path down to under his underwear that were just visible over the top of his jeans. They sat snuggly on his hips and only highlighted the ample curve of his ass, that delicious ass that Kurt just wanted to go over to and squeeze.

Kurt continued to watch, wanting to approach but not wanting to disturb or interrupt Blaine's fun either. He'd had four drinks since arriving and he was feeling more bold and confident, in fact, the alcohol had made him wonder why on Earth he had been worried in the first place. It was obvious from what had happened in the limousine that Blaine wanted him, and tonight, Kurt was going to ensure that Blaine did get him.

Two songs later and Blaine was still on the dance floor dancing seductively with two other people, their hands roaming inappropriately all over each other's bodies. It was all an act though for it was at that moment that Kurt and Blaine's eyes locked again across the room. They stared hungrily at each other, and this time, Blaine didn't need to signal for Kurt to go over.

Kurt approached and Blaine stepped away from the other two people he was with. Kurt wasn't a dancer, he was barely capable of moving from one foot to the other without getting out of time with the music, but the alcohol had loosened him and his needs overcame his usual concerns of his two left feet. He hadn't felt this empowered in a long time. This was what he had come here for. It was Blaine he wanted and he was done waiting. He daringly walked past the other partygoers and straight up to Blaine where he walked up into his space and simply breathed, taking in his scent and relishing in the heat that was radiating off his skin. And then, ever so slowly, Kurt placed a possessive nibble on his ear before he slowly trailed his lips down Blaine's jawline until he found his mouth.

"You taste fucking awesome," Kurt spoke not caring who heard over the music. Kurt didn't kiss him though, he just stayed there, his chest rising rapidly against Blaine's while his lips grazed teasingly over Blaine's lips. His hands glided over Blaine's filmy chest and around to his back where they proceeded to find the very ass he had just been mesmerized by. Kurt pulled back and licked his lips slowly.

His effect on Blaine was obvious. The man was virtually frozen on the spot, his overzealous behavior instantly forgotten. Oh yeah, Kurt smiled inside, he had him and he had him good. Blaine eased back slightly too, his fingers tucking into the belt loop on Kurt's jeans. He could see Blaine breathing rapidly too, his excitement and needs more than evident.

Kurt gave him a slight smile, and when he spoke his voice was smooth and seductive, "I'll see you in the bedroom."

Without another word Kurt turned and headed down the hall. He glanced over his shoulder just once to ensure that he was being followed. He needn't worry though, because Blaine was hot on his trail.

Kurt paused in the center of the room while Blaine clicked the door closed behind him, immediately flicking the lock on the handle. He turned and found Kurt standing a short distance away, staring at him, waiting for him. He took a step forward but Kurt held up his hand cautioning him to stop. Blaine frowned displeased, but then, Kurt's hands went to the top of his shirt and his fingers slowly started to unbutton the top button, his eyes all the while piercing into Blaine's daring him to just look away once.

Blaine watched on hungrily in approval as Kurt started to strip before him. Kurts arms slowly slid out of his shirt and he placed it over the chair beside him, taking the time to slowly turn his body and effectively showing off his own lithe, toned form. Blaine began with the rest of his clothes as well and his hands went to the top of his jeans where he began to unbuckle his belt. Kurt's eyes dropped eagerly and his hands moved to his own trousers. He undid his belt and slowly, teasingly, pulled it loose, all the way round his body until it was free.

"You first," Kurt invited nodding his head towards Blaine's jeans.

Blaine smirked. He undid his buttoned up fly and pulled them down without any hesitation, kicking them off with his feet so he could watch Kurt's eyes soak up every bit of him. Kurt tried to control himself, the sight of Blaine in just his tight, snug black briefs again was too much. How he stopped himself from running across that room and devouring him on spot, he did not know.

"Your turn," Blaine said with just as much conviction.

Kurt smiled, and he pulled the zip down, put his hands on his hips and guided his jeans off.

"You," Kurt nodded. He couldn't believe that he was going to have Blaine Anderson standing in front of him butt naked, and sure enough, Blaine Anderson was far from shy. Before Kurt could count to three, Blaine had pushed his fingers under the waist band and pushed his briefs down his legs. He swung them in his finger like a lasso and then flung them to some dark corner of the room.

Kurt took a moment, his hand sliding unconsciously over his own chest as he took a mental photograph of Blaine's naked form. He would want to remember that sight for the rest of his life and have it stored in his memory where he would easily be able to access it until the end of time. Finally, Kurt managed to lift his eyes back to Blaine's eyes and his stomach dropped again. He had never seen someone possessed with so much desire before, and it was all directed at him and him alone.

With one excited, deep breath Kurt lower his hands to his own underwear.

"Don't you fucking dare!" Blaine suddenly exclaimed. "I'm going to do the rest."

"Then get your ass over here," Kurt ordered him. And before Kurt could blink, Blaine was on the other side of the room and had swooped him up in his arms. His hands raked over Kurt's body and then lowered to his underwear, and Kurt couldn't stop the delighted giggle that escaped his lips.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

This time it wasn't Kurt's heart that was going thud, thud, thud in his ears. This time it was bed's bedposts that were going thud, thud, thud against the wall.

Kurt was being fucked every way possible and he was loving it. He was sure that if he was ever to star in a porno flick then this is what it would feel like. The pair of them had gone through virtually a dozen different sex positions in the past half hour, and while under other circumstances it might have been a bit over the top, Kurt was enjoying himself too much that he really didn't give a flying fuck how many times they moved around the room.

He didn't care that he didn't know which way was up or which way was down. He didn't care that he probably wouldn't be able to walk for a week. He didn't care that he was probably going to have to hobble out of this room black and blue, because right now, it just felt fucking fantastic. He had seriously forgotten just how great sex was, it had been three months, no he lied, four months, okay if he was going to completely honest, it had been six months since he had gotten laid. And well, right now, it had been worth the wait.

The chair had been comfortable and intimate while over the back of sofa had been hot, the top of the cabinet in front of the mirror had been fucking obscene and sitting on top of Blaine on the floor had been awesome but had grazed his knees. His head hanging over the side of the bed had been a bit too much because of the alcohol he had consumed, but when Blaine had flipped him over and placed a pillow under Kurt, he had managed to go deeper than in any other position.

This was their current position now and Kurt was getting close, fuck, actually he had been close a long time ago, but Blaine was skilled and whenever he realized Kurt was getting there, he pulled back bringing him back down. Now though, it seemed like Blaine was going to take him all the way, or so he thought.

"Fuck Blaine! Fuck!" Kurt cried out. "Fuck! Don't stop! Oh, man! So deep! Oh! It feels so good."

"God you're fucking perfect. I should make you wait even longer," Blaine laughed and he gave Kurt's side a gentle squeeze.

"You fucking tease," Kurt gasped and Blaine chuckled. He enjoyed playing this game, in actual fact, Blaine hadn't fucked someone for his long and with this much passion in a long time.

The bed posts started to pummel into the wall again and Kurt reached out to stop his head from hitting the thick panel in front of him. They had started out in the middle of the bed but from the power of Blaine's thrusts Kurt had quickly ended up at the top sending the pillows in a multitude of different directions. He pushed against the headboard and groaned even louder as Blaine's thrusts went deeper still.

"Oh fuck it, if you're going to groan like that," Blaine told him and he gave him hard slap over his right cheek in punishment. Kurt gasped again at the sting but the burn was quickly forgotten as Blaine increased his pace again.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" Kurt cried out and he slapped the headboard in front of him in time with Blaine while he hung his head and let the pressure build. He didn't care how loud he was being. The party was still in full swing outside and the music was reverberating through the walls of the room. No one would hear a thing outside, and then, Blaine found his spot again. "There Blaine, yeah there! No! To the right, no, I'm mean to the left."

"There?"

"YES! There. Fuck! Yes, there!" Kurt closed his eyes, trying to hold on but wanting the high also. He couldn't help himself. "Blaine!"

"There!"

"There!"

"There!"

"Yes! Blaine! There!" and then with one mighty shudder,

"THEREeeeeeeeeeeeeee........."

"......"

"......"

"....."

Kurt floated back down suddenly aware of Blaine pressed against his back. He fell onto his stomach from his weight and Blaine wrapped himself around him, pushing his way only further where Kurt felt him shudder uncontrollably. His hot breath expelled onto the side of Kurt's face and Kurt trembled from the aftershocks that rippled through him.

They were still for a moment, Blaine still lying on top of him.

"So, Kurt?" Blaine began after he had caught his breath.

"Yeah," he croaked, his head spinning slightly.

"Was it really there, like right there? You know because it could have been somewhere else and not there!" Blaine teased.

Kurt tried his best to slap him playfully but from his position it was nearly impossible. "Shut up, I'm vocal when I'm drunk alright." Okay, so Blaine Anderson did have a sense of humor, nice to know.

Blaine chuckled and slid from his body, and Kurt heard the faint sound and quick snap of the condom being tied. He heard another plop as it hit the bottom of the trash can, and then, Blaine was back by his side wrapping his arms and legs around him, not caring for the fact that they were both still lying in Kurt's mess.

"Fuck, I needed that!" Kurt exclaimed when his breathing had returned to normal. He ran a hand through his bed hair and was surprised to find that some of it was still managing to stand up straight.

"Been a long time had it?"

"We're not all rock stars Blaine Anderson."

Blaine chuckled again and only tightened his grip. "I think it's safe to say we're on a first name basis now Kurt, you used my first name quite enough just then."

Kurt smiled to himself in the darkness. "Blaine," he said softly testing the sound of only his first name on his lips. It did feel different, but it was nice.

Blaine balanced his head in his hand watching him fondly, "Yeah, hearing you scream my name on multiple occasions was definitely a highlight of the night."

Kurt laughed and felt his cheeks burn, but really, he hadn't been this happy for a long time. Six months was a long time to go without having the feel of another person beside him.

Blaine pulled Kurt in for a kiss. It was a gentle, relaxing, where their lips played lazily and slowly before he eased back. Kurt opened his eyes. 'Shit!' he thought looking into Blaine's. He knew it couldn't be so, that this was a night of astronomical miracles, but he really didn't want it to end. Actually, he was surprised that Blaine hadn't kicked him out already, isn't that what rock stars did? Because surely, he was just another guy, at the end of an extremely long line of other guys that Blaine had fucked.

Kurt was spent though and he needed a couple of minutes to gather himself further before he attempted to find his clothes amongst the disarray that was now Blaine's bedroom. He kept his defenses up, because even though Blaine was being completely endearing and respectable, it was clear to Kurt that his evening was going to come to an end soon. He didn't mind, he knew what the deal was and they were both on the same page. Kurt didn't think for one moment that Blaine kept his conquests around for seconds or for even a conversation.

Or did he?

Because it was then that the strangest thing happened. Kurt saw it, something changed in Blaine's eyes and a soft whimsical look overcame his face.

"You know what one of the most intimate things in the world is? For me, anyway," Blaine suddenly asked.

Kurt didn't answer straightaway, surprised by his question. "No?" Because he possibly couldn't imagine what Blaine Anderson, sorry Blaine, thought the most intimate thing in the world was.

"It's not the fucking," Blaine began, edging a little closer to Kurt. "And yeah, watching someone else come is about as close to someone as you can get, but it's the time after the fucking for me, when it's just skin on skin; real body contact. You know, when you're still catching your breath and you're holding onto each other, in the lull, just like right now," Blaine explained. "It's when you're both too exhausted to move and it's just yeah, skin on skin." Kurt blinked not believing that this was the same Blaine that had he had witnessed in the past forty-eight hours. "I don't even think most people even notice that, because sometimes people are too busy worrying about whether their orgasm was good or not, or whether they made the other person come or not, or their just too fucking excited that they got to have sex with Blaine Anderson." He added the last part bitterly and sighed. "But really, when you've been to that other level with someone, all that other stuff shouldn't matter. It's now, now's the time where you can really feel the pleasure of being with another person and feel the gratitude of knowing what you just shared, that's the most intimate time. Yeah, fucking skin on skin, sweat on sweat, breath on breath, and heart on heart."

There it was...

Blaine wasn't an empty shell. There was the pure honesty and depth that Kurt had been looking for, and in that instant, Kurt felt something that wasn't lust. It was something a little more, something a little deeper.

"Wow, you should write a song about that?" Kurt whispered without thinking, he hadn't even contemplated the thought. It had spilled out of his lips before he'd had time to. He gently reached up and dared to stroke Blaine's face. He had never heard anything so beautiful before in all his life. "You could put so much passion into it. Now that would be a fucking rock song; Skin on Skin."

Blaine looked at him in surprise, his eyes wide, but it was quickly replaced with a frown that covered his brow. Kurt was finding it extraordinary how quickly Blaine's emotions kept changing and he was finding it hard to keep up, to process them all, so much so that he was having difficulty knowing just where he stood.

Blaine shrugged away from Kurt's hand and sat up wrapping his arms around his knees that he drew up around his body. Kurt pushed himself up too and leaned on his arm.

"Did I say something wrong?"

Blaine didn't answer and Kurt sensed the anger radiating from his pores. He suddenly didn't feel welcome. The mood in the room had shifted so rapidly and Kurt was at a loss as to what he should say. He swallowed uncomfortably and Kurt didn't know if he preferred rocker Blaine or the intense Blaine he had just witnessed, either way, both had the ability to slaughter him tonight.

"What?" Blaine asked knowing that Kurt was still watching him. "Why are you still staring?"

"You're just different."

"Different?" Blaine quipped.

"Yeah, just different from what I expected. More complex than I expected, that's all."

Blaine didn't answer and just kept staring into the space in front of him.

"Maybe I should leave?" Kurt finally said. He felt embarrassed but he wasn't too sure as to just why he was. He definitely didn't feel comfortable though, not now, not naked. He sat up and swiveled his feet around, but before he could put any weight on them Blaine quickly swung back around to face him, to stare him directly in the eyes like he was trying to determine just exactly who the hell he was. He could feel them entering his soul, winding their way down to his heart and into his blood where they continued to examine every single essence of his being as his blood pumped throughout his body.

A loud thumping knock at the door broke their intense standoff.

"Blaine!" Kurt heard an unfamiliar voice yell and Blaine visibly deflated at its sound. He leapt off the bed and stormed to the door where he didn't hesitate and swung it wide open. Kurt quickly pulled the sheets up and over his body as the sight of a tall, slender man appeared in the doorframe, his face in shadows and unrecognizable due to the light streaming in from behind him.

The man ominously stepped into the room and Kurt desperately tried to seek out his clothes. They were on the other side of the room but there was no way that Kurt was going to walk butt naked in front of this new person.

"Sebastian," Blaine spat with a disgruntled frown.

"Aaah, I see you're at it again," Sebastian laughed after he took in Blaine's naked body and the sight of Kurt in the bed. "Nice going when we've got someone from TMZ here and all." He shook his head completely amused. Sebastian glanced at Kurt once again and snorted, "Not your usual type."

Kurt glared haughtily back at him.

"You know how it goes," Blaine began as he walked back into the room and pulled on his briefs, continuing the conversation just like Kurt wasn't there at all. "I like the challenge. The usual fans are too easy, you know. But this guy, he wasn't even a fan, took me two nights to get him here."

Kurt's mouth fell open. The fucking asshole!

Sebastian laughed, "Don't tell me you're losing your touch."

Blaine glared at him and Sebastian's laugh only deepened, "You going to come through and do this interview then?"

Blaine glanced at his watch. "Nah, make them wait another fifteen minutes, I'm not done in here yet."

Sebastian gave Kurt another quick glance and Kurt glared haughtily over towards him. Sebastian only sneered. "Don't get too comfortable," he said with a laugh, "Blaine will have someone else lined up before you're even out the door."

"Is that really necessary?" Blaine hissed guiding Sebastian back to the entrance of the room.

"Only stating the truth."

He sauntered out of the room and Blaine slammed the door shut behind him. He stood with his palm against its closed surface, his head hanging for a moment before he braved to turn.

Kurt was already out of the bed though.

"Look, I don't know what the hell I said before that was so wrong, but you didn't have to go and be an asshole about it." He found his jeans and scooped them up quickly, his phone falling out of a pocket in the process. He picked it up and saw that he had missed some calls. "We both knew that this was just a fuck, okay." Kurt couldn't believe how angry he was. He honestly wouldn't have minded if Blaine had chucked him out right after they had had sex, but when they just had a tense conversation like the one they had just had, he had expected the evening to end a little differently than this. Kurt shook his head in disbelief. He quickly walked around the room trying to find the rest of his clothes all at the same time answering Mercedes message to let her know that he was on his way home. "Don't stress yourself out any longer. I'm just going to go to the bathroom and clean up and I'll be out of your way." Kurt threw his phone down beside the TV and stalked into the bathroom.

He was only in there for a few moments, long enough to clean himself up and make himself presentable. But before he left, he glared at himself in the mirror. Why was he so angry? Really, he should have known better. He had prepared himself for Blaine being an asshole, but fuck, it still had stung, especially since the sex had been some of the best sex Kurt had ever had.

He opened the bathroom door and found Blaine waiting for him on the other side. He had pulled his jeans back on and was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed against his bare chest. Fuck! Why did the man still have to look so gorgeous? Kurt tried to shove past him to have one last quick look to see if he had left anything behind.

"Kurt," Blaine spoke softly behind him.

But Kurt ignored him.

"Kurt!" Blaine reached out for him this time but he managed to slide past. He was eager to just get to the door and leave. He didn't want to hear another thing from Blaine Anderson ever again. Blaine was faster though and he pushed him against the back of the door and held him firmly against it. Kurt's eyes radiated with anger.

"Sebastian is my manager and he's the asshole," Blaine paused, obviously struggling with what he wanted to say. "Tonight was fun alright, and to be honest, I haven't had that much fun with someone in a long time." They eyed each other up, and the anger that had been in Kurt's gaze melted away slightly as he saw the toil in Blaine's eyes.

Blaine gently released him.

"I bet that was hard to say," Kurt admonished with just a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He shuffled on the spot straightening his clothes.

"You'll never know," Blaine answered and he held out his hand. "Don't forget to take your phone." He placed it in Kurt's hand and walked away.

Kurt eyed him. He really didn't know how to take Blaine. He was like night and day all rolled up into one. Kurt wanted to be angry at him. He wanted to put Blaine in his place but there were so many conflicting emotions from Blaine that he didn't know what to do. One thing for sure though, he sensed that Blaine had told him the truth and he believed him when he said that he hadn't had that much fun for a long time, because for the first time since he had met Blaine, Kurt saw pain in his eyes.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked softly. He took a tentative step forward and stopped. What was he doing? He didn't know anything about Blaine Anderson the rock star, let alone Blaine Anderson the real person. Kurt shouldn't be prying.

Blaine turned to face him. They shared a moment, both of them sure of what they saw in each other's eyes but uncertain of whether they should proceed. But then, in a blink of an eye, Blaine's face turned distant and cold, much like what Kurt had seen when he had been in the 'meet and greet' room.

"It's time for you to go now, Kurt."

They stared at each other for another moment and then Blaine turned away. He moved to look out of the windows that looked out over the busy district of the city, his body language still and withdrawn.

Kurt nodded to himself. It wasn't his business. But he felt like he was suffering from emotional whiplash, and he was leaving the hotel room with an unexpected and uncomfortable weight on his shoulders. Who would have thought he would have seen such a different side to Blaine Anderson, and who would have thought that there was more to him than the rock star persona he so easily portrayed. There was nothing else in the world that Kurt would like to do than to unfold those layers and discover more about him, but as he reentered the chaos that was still the party, Kurt knew that wouldn't be so.