Kurt hurriedly gave Blaine the address and hung up, but he couldn't help himself and he stared at his phone again in disbelief. What the hell had just happened? Had that conversation really taken place? And then, 'Oh my!' He stared down at himself. Was he even ready to see Blaine again? He had to make sure he was presentable, that was for sure. He ran back into the bar and hurried to the bathroom where he quickly went about fixing his hair and checking his appearance.

Blaine had told him that he would only be twenty minutes but what the hell was he supposed to do with himself for twenty minutes except die in agony as he waited. The anticipation alone would be enough to kill him. He sat on a stool beside the window of the bar, a strong stiff drink on the table before him. He had decided that he needed it now. Beer wouldn't suffice in this situation. He waited, the minutes ticking over and just when he believed that Blaine had tricked him and was never going to show, a dark limousine pulled up in front of the bar.

Kurt's heart began to pound aggressively inside his chest as his eyes settled on the dark vehicle. He walked back out to the pavement and hesitantly approached the doors only to have Blaine open one from the inside before he reached it. Their eyes locked instantly, and Kurt couldn't believe it, but yes, it was really going to happen. He was really going to be able to spend one more night with Blaine.

"Whiskey?" Blaine asked simply once he was sitting comfortably on the seat opposite him. The drink was already poured, being held out, waiting for him to take it.

Kurt nodded, and he was sure that if he had tried he wouldn't have been able to answer anyway. He took the glass and steadied himself, the limousine swaying slightly as it pulled back out into the traffic.

They sat in silence, in the darkness, Blaine watching him as he took several healthy sips of his drink, anything to try and calm his excitement. Blaine leaned forward and the lights from the evening splashed over his face disjointedly, casting it into shadows and then into full light at random. His arms rested on his legs and he brought his two index fingers to his mouth, his dangerous eyes never leaving Kurt's.

Kurt stared back, transfixed by Blaine's appearance. Instead of getting used to Blaine's good looks he was only becoming more and more entranced. Blaine was looking rather scruffy tonight, even more than usual, his regrowth getting precariously long, and his eyes rather dark from unwashed mascara.

But Kurt didn't realize that he was sitting in a just as equally sexually taunting position. He sat, one leg crossed over the other, his hand poised elegantly on his thigh, the glass glimmering in the street lights.

They matched each other's pose with tenacity, the sexual tension building. They were at a standoff, a sexual standoff, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Kurt took another sip of his drink, the hard alcohol burning against his throat. He welcomed it though, wanted it, anything to diminish the fire and the painful need within him.

"Where are we going?" He asked finally, never taking his eyes off Blaine.

"Nowhere."

"We've got to be heading somewhere."

"Not this limo," Blaine rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "We're just going to drive around, and around, and around."

"Oh, really?" A twitch of a smile came to Kurt's face. He could handle that.

Blaine's eyes narrowed even further. "I have to be honest. I don't have a lot of time. I kind of skipped out on something to be here and I have a meeting at ten o'clock."

"That's alright." They shared a quick, knowing smile and Kurt slowly uncrossed his leg and placed his glass on the mini bar. He slid to Blaine's side of the limousine and settled beside him. "That's more than alright," he stated again. His hands went up to Blaine's collar and he straightened it gently holding on to either side, his eyes focusing on the dark skin around his throat.

Blaine placed his forefinger under Kurt's chin and lifted his head slightly forcing Kurt to meet his gaze, and shit, that was a frightening thing to do this close. Kurt was afraid that he would get sucked in completely and he would never be able to pull himself out, and he would float aimlessly for forever within them. They continued to gaze at each other, Kurt mesmerized by the honey hazel changeable color of Blaine's and Blaine hypnotized by the sparkling sea that played within his.

"There's just something about you, isn't there," Blaine finally whispered, his head tilting curiously to the side.

"You could say the same about yourself," Kurt replied with just as much zeal.

"Hmmm," but Blaine wasn't answering his comment, he was too busy absorbing every minute detail of Kurt's face, his long lashes, the freckles on his nose that could only been seen close up at night, his chiseled jawline and the one small tuft of hair that refused to stay high on his head and instead fell onto his face. "You are one of the hottest men I've ever laid eyes on and I just want to fuck you every which way until the end of days," Blaine whispered again.

Stop! Kurt cried within his head. Stop now before you get sucked in too far. This. Is. Too. Dangerous!

Blaine wasn't going to make it easy for him though. He leaned in then, their lips meeting softly and gently before Blaine lifted his hand to cup the side of Kurt's face to guide it in the directions that he so wished. He eased off slightly, his breath hard and warm on Kurt's face.

"Take your jacket off," Blaine ordered him in a quiet deep voice. Kurt obeyed and pulled his shoulders and arms free and tossed the jacket on the opposite chair. Blaine swept in on him again, his lips teasing Kurt's mouth open and with his other arm that had fallen to hold his side, Blaine lowered Kurt down onto his back until they were both lying on the seat. Blaine's hands feverishly pulled Kurt's shirt free from his trousers but thinking better of it, his fingers went straight to the top of Kurt's shirt. Their hands met clumsily and they both furtively began to undo the buttons.

"I want to taste you so bad," Blaine gasped when his shirt was finally open. His lips left Kurt's and Blaine began to kiss his way down his chest and without any hesitation, his fingers found the buckle of Kurt's trousers and began to work it free.

Kurt's head swayed back and forth on the seat, his eyes closed as he drowned in Blaine's touch. It was too much, Blaine's mouth and his fingers, being touched in such a manner, exploring and urging him to be ready. This was going to be over all too quickly if Blaine kept going.

"Blaine," he begged bringing his hands to Blaine's hair. He didn't need to say anything else, Blaine knew what he wanted.

He heard the slight sound of Blaine's buckle being undone in the silence and the hurried removal of his clothing. Kurt lifted his head so he could watch and remember every second of their time together, and through the shadows and flickers of light over Blaine's face and skin, he watched as Blaine climbed back onto the seat. He repositioned himself between Kurt's legs, he hands stroking affectionately over his skin, but instead of giving Kurt what he wanted, Blaine leaned back down to kiss him again wanting to provoke him for just a little bit longer. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's chest, drawing him closer and he realized he didn't care, he loved it all, the weight of Blaine's body on his, their breath expounding on each other's flesh in between each kiss and each teasing sensual grind. He could stay there forever.

Blaine finally pulled back again and Kurt smiled faintly as Blaine brought the condom wrapper to his teeth. He ripped the wrapping with one quick swift move of his head and Kurt watched as he expertly rolled the condom on, his body aching with the anticipation. The last thing Blaine did was flick the music controls in the back of the limousine on, and Kurt couldn't believe his luck with the music. The hypnotic lyrics of Kings of Leon's 'This Sex is on Fire' started to pound through the speakers.

It took them a minute to get comfortable and sorted. The car swayed sharply again just as Blaine tried to line up, knocking him off balance and Kurt had to swivel this way and that in the confined space to improve his access. But then, after a couple of misjudged movements on both parts they settled into a rhythm. Kurt closed his eyes. Oh, god it felt fucking fantastic, the music and Blaine's steady movements rocked him into a trance like state of mind. He quickly became lost in it. Kurt turned his head away and let his thoughts melt away. He hadn't submerged himself this far in sex for such a long time.

He thought he heard his name. It could have been his imagination, it had been so soft and faint it must have only been a whisper or an echo of Blaine's thoughts, but it was enough to pull him back to the surface again. Blaine was holding him close, very close and unlike the frantic sexcapades a couple of nights ago, Blaine was now caressing him with each and every move. It had to be because of the confined space that they were in because it really didn't feel like just fucking, it felt like something more. But no, it couldn't be. Kurt turned his head and opened his eyes, only to lock piercingly with Blaine's through the darkness. His face was only inches away, and Kurt caught a glimmer of happiness in Blaine's eyes when he saw that Kurt was staring back at him. What was going on? Kurt wondered frantically. Wasn't this meant to be just about sex? Why was he looking at him like that? But then, Kurt realized that he was thinking too much.

Just fucking go with it, Kurt! Just enjoy it! He scolded himself.

On impulse Kurt reached out and touched Blaine's face, stroking down the side of his rough jaw and Blaine did something that Kurt didn't expect again, something gentle. He turned his head into Kurt's hand so his palm soothingly cupped his face as if he wanted Kurt's tender touch, needed Kurt's tender touch. That was it, Kurt needed Blaine's lips back on his and he leaned up bringing his mouth up to Blaine's and kissed him again. It was slightly disjointed and off from their movements but there was still enough there that their needs could still be exchanged. Kurt pulled Blaine's head down gently with him, his hand placed over the back of his head. Kurt sensed it, could feel it in his core that this wasn't just about the sex tonight. There was definitely something else going on with Blaine.

"I want to watch you this time," Blaine whispered to him, his breath becoming short. Kurt's eyes almost rolled into the back of his head, the rhythm, the translucent music, the weight of his body, the touch of his lips.

"Blaine," he gasped.

"That's it, let me take you there."

Kurt brought his hands to claw into Blaine's hair. "Fuck, Blaine!"

"This is so much better this way, watching you," Blaine whispered into his ear.

Kurt untangled his fingers that were wrapped in Blaine's curls and reached down to grab a hold of Blaine's ass. He held on tightly, squeezing and massaging, and then, Kurt saw it, that look in Blaine's eyes, he was getting close, and unlike the night before where Blaine had been in control and had made Kurt come first, Kurt instead watched Blaine fall apart. His thrusts quickened and deepened, he wrapped his arms tighter around Kurt and all Kurt could hear was his hard breath on his ear. Blaine froze at the end of one particularly hard thrust, deep inside of him and Kurt felt him pulsate as he came.

Blaine stayed there, his head down, his breath still heavy and Kurt held onto him, more than happy to wait while Blaine recovered. He gently swirled his fingers over Blaine's back and into the beads of sweat that had formed in the small of his back.

Eventually Blaine lifted his head. "Wow," he muttered against Kurt's lips, still slightly dazed that he had lost control and had come first. "I just...your face, you were so in to it, it just sent me over the edge."

Kurt smiled. "I'm glad I could be of service," he joked. He had been close before as well, and even now, after watching and feeling Blaine and having Blaine's body still on him, he knew that he still wasn't that far off. "It was fucking hot," Kurt assured him.

Without a word, Blaine slipped free and expertly disposed of the condom with one hand. He flashed Kurt a wicked, cheeky smile, so mischievous that Kurt knew that the rocker Blaine was back again and the vulnerable person who had just been in his arms had disappeared. Blaine swept down just as keen to satisfy Kurt as Kurt had satisfied him and his actions were met with more than a delighted yelp from Kurt.

It seemed like only a moment later that Blaine was already pulling away licking his lips with a smug, more than happy smirk on his face. "That was fun," Blaine commented with a laugh. "And quick."

Kurt exhaled shakily, "Just slightly."

Blaine gave him a satisfied, gentle smile and lowered himself down onto Kurt's chest, the sound of Kurt's heart still pounding, greeting his ears.

Kurt frowned and floundered suddenly uncertain because he couldn't help but notice that rock star Blaine seemed to have disappeared again. 'Oh fuck it!" Keeping up with Blaine was just too much. He was just going to relish and be enthralled that he had Blaine lying across him again. And then, just as he had that thought, Blaine seemed to snuggle in closer as if he was silently begging for Kurt to just wrap his arms around his body and hold him. Kurt didn't know what to do. The last time they had been together it had been Blaine who had held him and not the other way round, and the more Kurt tried to ignore the desire to just take him into his embrace, the more it overpowered Kurt's thoughts. He eased his arm that was pinned in between himself and the car seat, as if he was uncomfortable, and gently rested it over Blaine's back. And to his amazement, Blaine only snuggled further into the crook he had made in between his arm and his chest.

Was this the way Blaine behaved with all the people he had sex with? It wasn't exactly the image that came to his mind when Kurt thought of the rock star he had seen on the stage only a couple of nights before. Kurt wanted to believe, heck, he was certain, more than anything else in the world that there was something more going on.

"I don't want to sound like a jerk," Blaine finally spoke, lifting his head to rest his chin on Kurt's chest. "But..."

"You have somewhere else to be?" Kurt laughed, and surprisingly, he wasn't too worried about it.

Blaine sighed though and leaned up to delicately kiss his lips. "I'm sorry. I just have to get to this meeting."

Kurt stroked his back. "It's fine Blaine, I think I can handle it."

Blaine nodded thoughtfully. "Can I ask you question?" He asked.

"Sure."

"That first night, when I invited you to the private get-together, why did you say yes?"

Kurt blinked and considered his answer for a moment. He had always been honest and up front, and he had to admit that it wasn't always his most attractive quality. It had gotten him into quite a bit of trouble in the past but it was a quality that he was sure most people appreciated. He believed that he was tactful in whatever he said, so why would he change now? Because, he wasn't going to.

"Even though I've never really been a big fan, I've always thought you were hot and I just thought that even if I got to have one night where I could spend some time staring at you in person, then that would be just enough. I would have been happy with that." Kurt held his breath and he wondered if he was brave enough to say more. "But I have to be honest, I'm intrigued."

"Intrigued?" Blaine queried.

"Because I know there's more to you than just the rock star. And to be honest, for me, that's far more interesting."

Blaine just simply gazed at him with an unreadable expression, absorbing his words. After another thirty seconds though Kurt started to panic as Blaine's eyes continued to bore into him. Had he just ruined everything? Had he finally sounded too shallow?

"I hope I didn't say anything wrong. I've just always believ..." But Blaine cut him off and brought his finger to Kurt's mouth.

"Stop. Nothing's wrong. That's the problem, when I'm with you nothing is wrong. And that's the craziest shit to come out of my mouth because I don't know the first thing about you."

Kurt was sure his heart stopped again. What the hell was Blaine implying? Blaine really had to stop doing this to him, he had no idea how he should respond to those words and before he could think of something to say, Blaine kissed him again, a long, open mouthed hot kiss. Kurt moved with him, sure that the kiss could easily last the rest of the night if they wanted it to. He couldn't hide the fact that Blaine's words had affected him. He was sure that Blaine could hear and feel his heart beating out of control.

"This is so frustrating," Blaine began when they finally pulled their lips apart. "I've still got another three months of this tour to go but," Blaine paused fractionally, "I would really like to see you again."

Kurt tried to hold onto the surprise that he was sure was written all over his face.

"I,I,I would really like to see you again too." And shit, if his stutter hadn't returned. In fact, he didn't know what it was about Blaine that made him stutter. He never did it anywhere else in his life.

It was the truth though. Kurt really did want to see Blaine again. It wasn't just because Blaine was a rock star and the fact that Blaine was drop dead gorgeous and had the finest curvaceous ass (Kurt had to mention that as well). But when Blaine had opened up to him, the words that had come out of his mouth had had depth and meaning, revealing to Kurt that there really was a complex creature underneath his grandiose behavior.

"Will it be alright if when I get back to LA that I call you?" Blaine asked.

Kurt's face dropped. Really?! Did he really just say that? "Sure," Kurt stammered.

"God you're so fucking cute," Blaine chuckled. He stared at Kurt, their eyes locking and Kurt truly wished that he had the strength inside to ask Blaine what his true intentions were. Kurt could feel his heart beginning to entwine itself around Blaine's, but no he couldn't do that just yet. Their lips moved fluidly again, their mouths slightly apart, each taking turns as to who was in charge and who was guiding the kiss. Blaine pulled away first and Kurt licked his lips wanting more. He just wanted to stay right in that spot, kissing Blaine until the sun came up, but it was then that Kurt noticed that the limousine had come to a stop and the engine had been cut off.

"Trust me," Blaine said softly stroking his face. "I don't do this with everyone." Shit, had the guy been reading his mind? Kurt wondered.

Blaine pushed himself up and off Kurt's body and Kurt shivered against the instant loss of heat. He took the hint though knowing that their time was over and he needed to redress himself. Blaine half watched and half helped him as he put his clothes back on, and then, when he was finally fully clothed, Kurt turned back to face him. He smiled, his head still whirling in the disbelief of how his evening had turned out.

"I'd better go and let you get to that meeting," Kurt said softly. He reached up and touched Blaine's face one last time, stroking his jawline gently, and Blaine couldn't help himself and he had to just kiss him one last time.

"Where the hell is he Rachel?" Sebastian ordered down the phone.

"I'm so sorry Sebastian, I totally forgot about the meeting," Rachel told him quickly. "You know, we've had so much going on over the past couple of days."

"I should fire your fucking ass!" Sebastian practically yelled at her. "You're his personal assistant for goodness sake. How can you forget about what could be one of the most important meetings in his career?"

"It's okay, he won't be long. He just had something that he had to deal with alright, but don't worry, I know for a fact that he's nearly finished and I'll be able to bring him back."

"Get your ass into gear Berry. I don't care how long you've known Blaine, if you can't do your job, I'll find someone else who can!" Sebastian ended the call and Rachel pulled a face.

"Asshole," she muttered under her breath. She paused for a moment. The sound of muffled voices greeted her ears, then a long pause of silence, and then, the soft thud of the car door being closed.

The divide in between the front and the back of the limo began to slide slowly down and Rachel's head suddenly appeared from around the driver's side.

"Your driving sucks, Berry!" Blaine sassed to her.

"Hey!" She exclaimed. "Do you know how big this thing is? It's not easy to drive. It's got an ass as big as a bloody elephant. I told you before we left that I had never driven a limo before!"

"You could have just pulled up somewhere."

Rachel gave him a patronizing gaze. "Yeah, right," she admonished sarcastically. "On top of everything else that I've had to endure this evening and you want me to add having to sit through you two boys rocking the shit out of this limo to it?"

"Oh come on, we weren't that bad," Blaine paused. "Were we?"

Rachel just gave him a look that informed him that maybe they had been a little bit louder than they had realized.

"Well, come on the music must have drowned most of us out."

Rachel laughed. "Don't worry. But you owe me Blaine Anderson."

Blaine tried to hold onto his own laugh. Rachel rarely used his full name, and when she did, it was different to when anybody else said it. Rachel and Blaine had been friends since high school, although they went to different schools, and Blaine knew that when she used it she was close to losing her cool.

"I'm sorry, I really do appreciate you driving," he said softly, while doing his best to put his sad droopy puppy eyes into action.

"Put those away, Anderson," Rachel ordered. "Those puppy dog eyes will not work on me tonight." Rachel sighed. "It's alright," she assured him, the tone of her voice going soft. "It's not really you." She lifted her phone and glared at it, but she tossed him an endearing smile and he nodded in understanding. "Blaine."

"Yeah."

"That really was one of the hottest things you've done in a long time."

"I just had to see him one last time, you know," Blaine said more to himself than to her.

Rachel tried to hide her smug smile. "I know."

"I wouldn't have been able to do it without you helping me." He gave her a big smile and leaned over the seat to give her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Blaine!" She cried, wiping her cheek frantically with the back of her hand. "As much as I love you and as much as I'm sure Kurt is a great guy, I don't want your mouth on me right now!"

Blaine couldn't help laugh at her slight disgust and he fell back on the chair. His gaze went back to pavement. Somewhere amongst the other people walking on the path, Kurt had disappeared into the night. He wondered what he was doing now, how far he had to walk until he got home, and he felt an immediate drag pulling him towards Kurt. Blaine tried to shrug it off.

"You really like him, don't you?" Rachel spoke softly, her voice now serious.

Blaine sighed and didn't answer straight away. "Yeah, I do. I like him a lot."

"You going to see him again?"

Blaine looked longingly out the window. "I hope so, Berry. I hope so."

Rachel watched him for a moment, wishing with all her heart that Blaine would do the right thing and call Kurt once they got back from his tour. She swiveled round in the seat and glanced at the time. "Come on," she called over her shoulder. "We need to make a move, Sebastian is already aware of your lack of presence and it's my butt that he's going to grill."

Blaine gave a cackle of a laugh. "Right you are." And it was just at that moment they both heard her phone beep.

"Oh, too late," Rachel giggled.

"Sebastian?"

"Sebastian."

"Come on, move over and I'll drive." Rachel didn't argue and Blaine quickly scrambled through the divide and into the driver's seat.

***

The three of them stood in the elevator silently, pretending to be listening to the elevator music tinkling around their bodies. It couldn't be more further from the truth though. Rachel, for one, didn't have her head in her phone and instead stared at the ceiling, her hands twisting and kneading together as the looming meeting hung heavily in her thoughts. Blaine and Sebastian stood in front of her having let her enter the elevator first and Blaine now tried to catch her gaze in the mirror. He wanted to assure her it was going to be alright, he could feel the nerves radiating off her body but she was lost too far in her own thoughts to see him.

"You look good, Blaine," Sebastian commented his eyes sweeping over him as he straightened his own tie in his reflection. His words were sharp in the small space and they were enough to bring all of them back to the elevator. Blaine snorted at his words. He didn't care how Sebastian believed he looked.

"Yeah, we all look good after we've gotten some exercise," Rachel smirked and Blaine quickly cast her a 'keep-your-mouth-shut-Berry' look over his shoulder.

"I'm not here to impress anyone," Blaine replied shortly to Sebastian and Sebastian dropped his hands.

"Of course you're not."

But instead of saying more to Blaine, Sebastian gazed over his shoulder and looked down his nose at Rachel like she was annoying fly that just wouldn't go away.

"Is she really necessary?" Sebastian asked. Rachel scowled back up at him.

"Where I go, she goes," Blaine answered simply.

Sebastian sighed, obviously not impressed with Blaine's response, but he continued anyway.

"Okay, so after meeting with us the other night, his manager took the ideas back to him and he's happy," Sebastian began again, his fingers immediately going to his jacket to fiddle with it for the hundredth time. Just who was Sebastian trying to impress? He was preening himself like he was a bloody peacock about to strut his stuff.

"Yes, I know," Blaine breathed with a touch of annoyance in his voice. "You've already told me a hundred times that they are just as excited about this as we are. Don't worry, I trust you Sebastian." And to be honest, Blaine did trust Sebastian. They had known each other since their Dalton days and if it wasn't for Sebastian, Blaine wouldn't even have the success that he had today. It was only because Sebastian had entered Blaine into a national competition five years ago that Blaine had been 'found'. It was a video from a fancy dress party where Blaine had gone as a rock star and someone had filmed him singing on stage. Overnight he had gone from unknown college student to famous rocker, and then it seemed within a week, he was known worldwide. Rock, it appeared, was not dead. People wanted it, and Blaine believed that it was his duty to give it.

Sebastian had been his manager from day one, and he was good at it. He had come up with some incredible ideas in the past, one of which had been Blaine's image, and at the start, it had been a fun image to portray. His new fans welcomed it, craved it in fact. Blaine loved the whole being on stage aspect of it, and it was as if when he went on stage a completely different persona embodied him and he was leading some other extravagant person's life. He loved the crazy parties, he loved the fans and groupies, he loved going crazy on stage and playing it up, he loved causing mayhem, and he wasn't going to lie, he also loved the obscene amount of sex the rock star image had allowed him.

But of course, with the fame had come deceit and betrayal. Old friends had moved on and become distant while making new ones had become difficult unless they were in the entertainment field. It was why he held Sebastian and Rachel so close to him. They had known him before he had become famous, they were his best friends and that's what Blaine needed around him to keep him grounded and to help him remember who he was at the end of the day.

Blaine stared at his two friends in turn. He really didn't know how the three of them had come to this, the snarky, sarcastic bark that continually bounced back and forth between them. Blaine knew that Rachel and Sebastian had never gotten along, that was just Rachel, not many people did get along with her but they had at least in the past been civil to one another on Blaine's behalf. Maybe they were just all tired. Maybe it was because they were mid tour and maybe it was just because they all needed a holiday and a break from each other. Blaine sighed to himself. The three months left on the tour seemed like an eternity right now, but then he shook his head, if everything did go ahead as planned, Blaine didn't see himself having a break or a holiday in the foreseeable future at all, because now, Sebastian had come up with another great idea, an idea that was really going to shake things up.

They stepped out of the elevator and walked down the corridor to the hotel room. Blaine's thoughts unexpectedly fleeted to Kurt and his face flashed in Blaine's mind. He felt an instant ache inside of his chest. It was unexpected, unusual and unplanned, but it was also warm, comfortable and somehow, safe. He knew it was ridiculous to feel such a connection with someone this quickly especially in his circumstances. Blaine shrugged the thought of Kurt aside as they approached the waiting door though. He had to think of his career right now.

Blaine paused for a moment outside of the hotel room, risking one last wary glance at Rachel. She looked back up at him, the worry dancing evidently in her eyes. He wasn't about to ask her for reassurance because he knew she didn't approve. As far as Rachel was concerned, she would rather Blaine run away and never ever think again at the possibility of entering the room that was now in front of them. In Rachel Berry's books, if there was a list of worst people in LA to exist, the person on the other side of the door would definitely be number one on that list.

"You ready?" Sebastian asked impatiently snapping Blaine right back to the hotel.

Blaine squared his shoulders and gave him a confident look. "Let's fucking bring it!"

"That's my boy!" Sebastian laughed and he slapped Blaine on the back.

Sebastian knocked on the door and the same man who Blaine had met a couple of nights ago, the night where he had first made out with Kurt, opened the door and let them in.

"He's in the other room," the man informed them. The four of them circled round the large extravagant hotel room, its furniture expensive, gaudy and lacking in genuine taste.

Their eyes met as soon as they entered the room. They stopped and took stock of each other and Blaine felt his insides churn because without a doubt, everything was about to go bat shit crazy.

"Blaine Anderson," Sebastian exclaimed by his side, "let me introduce America's other upcoming and successful rock star, Hunter Clarington."

They began to size each other up, both trying to suss the other out before they even spoke a word. Hunter was a handsome man there was no doubt about that. His sandy blonde hair was styled and thick and his facial features chiseled and strong. But Hunter walked with a preppy arrogance, his chin always held just a little too high, and when he wanted to say something snarky, his eyebrows hung heavily over his eyes and a taunt, wry smirk tugged his cheeks high.

"This is going to be the best move ever," Sebastian declared and he rubbed his hands together in glee. "On the last night of Blaine's tour you'll both perform together with the collaboration song we've picked and totally kill it on stage. America's two greatest rock stars, finally together, on stage with one kick ass song. It'll be filmed and we'll release the footage with the song. The crowd is going to go crazy! America will go crazy! They'll never expect to see it. It'll be the biggest surprise this year in the music scene. You'll party together, cause trouble and send everyone crazy. People will want to be you, they will want to party with you, and people will definitely want you!"

Blaine blanked out of Sebastian's words. He knew it was a shrewd and clever move on Sebastian's part. Ever the sharp minded businessman, Sebastian had been keeping a close eye on Hunter's rapid and fast rise in the rock scene. He wasn't as famous as Blaine yet, but he was definitely on his way. And Sebastian was right, the fans were going to go insane but, compared to Blaine, Hunter was proving to be the ultimate hard core rocker and the stories about him and his ways were already legendary. Blaine liked to party but Hunter was known for letting things get completely out of hand. He was notoriously known for his violent and despotic personality and it had already landed the man a short stint in jail for grievous bodily harm. He was also renowned for his wild concerts where the man was known for taunting and encouraging unruly behavior at his concerts. While Blaine was known for his craziness as well, he couldn't shake the distinct feeling that Hunter was only using his wild behavior to fuel his popularity, as if he almost didn't care what music he pumped out. And furthermore, Blaine was the complete opposite to Hunter because Blaine would never lay a finger on someone unless it was for self-defense.

A bottle of champagne was popped and glasses were filled so the small group could celebrate. "Here's to our new collaboration," Hunter's manager announced.

Hunter threw his arm around Blaine's shoulder. "Let's go to this amazing club I know and get to know each better."

"Sure," Blaine replied trying to sound at ease and just as excited.

Hunter turned and scowled at Rachel. "Let's ditch the broad though, yeah? There are way sexier woman in this place, you know," his hands went to his chest and he outlined larger breasts. "They have way more, just like I need."

Rachel's face dropped. How rude!!

Blaine didn't even look back over his shoulder to defend her though and he continued on his way to the exit with Hunter. "Sure, let's go party! But I have to let you know, Hunter, there better be men at this club as well."

"Don't worry," he patted Blaine's back, "everyone's tastes will be definitely catered for in this club."

Rachel went to follow but Sebastian stopped her with a vicious glare. She opened her mouth to argue but decided better of it and closed her mouth. She couldn't push things too far right now. She had to play it smart and keep her job because if she did lose it, there would be absolutely no way that she would be able to look out for Blaine.

'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' Rachel screamed inside her head as she watched the retreating pair and she couldn't help but think again, that no, this was not going to end well at all.