Chapter Three

Kurt returned to the bar, several nights a week. Sometimes with Rachel and sometimes without. After a few weeks he had managed to work out which nights Sam was working and then those were the nights that he would pay the establishment a visit. He wasnt being a creeper, he did come for the events that they held and to get out of his dorm room. Seeing Sam was just a perk.

Kurt felt like he was getting the hang of this flirting thing. He didnt yet know if it was working but he enjoyed doing it. He just needed to work his way to get the courage that he needed to ask him out. The idea of doing it made him way too nervous so he figured that he would make his way up to it.

Sam taught Kurt a lot about New York. Kurt had come here wide-eyed and naïve and he hadnt really thought about many of the other aspects of New York apart from the acceptance of people for other sexualities. There was actually a lot more to it than that. People moved so fast and barely had time for anybody else. There was so many people around, you were never truly on your own but at the same time, most of the time, you could be completely alone. It was a strange experience for Kurt, going from a small town where everyone mostly knew everybody else, to a big city where it seemed that no one really wanted to take any time out to get to know another person.

Kurt wasnt really making any friends in his classes. He had thought that college would be better than high school and he would escape the loneliness. College was exactly like high school in that there were different kinds of people all in their certain groups. Then there were the different clubs to go to which almost everyone was in one or another. Kurt hadnt managed to find one that he felt that he belonged to. He had looked around but nothing had really caught his fancy.

Honestly he was starting to worry that he would never fit in properly. Sam was the only person, apart from Rachel that really talked to him. His dad only rang him once a week and Kurt didnt want to ring him anymore than that in case his father caught on to the fact that Kurt wasnt really fitting in, in New York. He was feeling a little embarrassed, truth be told. He could only hope that things would start to get better from here.

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Blaine glanced at his phone again as it notified him of another missed call from his girlfriend. He hadnt really talked to Amy all that much since that night hed watched that guy perform Blackbird.

The muse had hit him full force and so he was spending most of his time in his room with his headphones on so that he could play his instruments way into the night or he was holed up in a classroom, with the permission of his lecturers. He just couldnt seem to stop writing and playing about with music, crafting it into something beautiful. There were lyrics written but none of them were recorded. The only voice that could sound right for these were that of the guy from the karaoke night at the bar because that was the voice that he heard whenever he heard the lyrics.

He knew that Amy didnt really understand but music to her seemed to be less of a personal thing and she would never understand his genre of music. She was more interested in a good dance beat and lyrics that didnt make a lot of sense. In a way he pitied that she couldnt connect more with the music. He thought that it was such a beautiful thing when someone could feel something through the music being played. He knew that music had always featured in his life and he couldnt imagine not being connected to it. It was such a big part of him.

It was because of this and other reasons that many wondered why Blaine and Amy were together. He was used to his friends questioning the relationship but many of them were nice enough to have just accepted it without the questions. Hell, even sometimes Blaine himself questioned his decision to date her. He wasnt one to sleep around and so it seemed only natural that he should ask her out and they should become official. She had laughed at him at first, not really believing that he was asking her out. She had expected him to do the deed and then walk out of her life. She had said yes immediately when she realised that he was being serious. The relationship was weird but Blaine couldnt really complain. Both of their sexual appetites were healthy and they had a good time together. He just had no idea where the relationship was going to go. He couldnt see himself marrying her, that was for sure. But really he couldnt see himself marrying anybody right at that moment. He resigned himself to the thought that the right one would come along at the right time and he just had to wait. It wasnt like he needed it right now. Not while he was still studying.

Looking away from his phone, Blaine focused back on the keyboard, his fingers moving over the keys as he played the melody that he had been working on for most of the day. He was a bit of a perfectionist and often went over and over different parts until they seemed perfect to him. He couldnt wait until he could put the whole song together and maybe eventually he could find the guy from the bar and ask him to sing it for him. He just couldnt shake himself from the idea that this song was made for him, and him only to sing. No one else would do.

Blaine worked steadily for another two hours before a knock on his door interrupted him mid-flow. He frowned at being disturbed from the music but got up from the piano stool and went over to answer the door. His limbs felt stiff from being in the same position without stretching for a while.

Opening the door Blaine was greeted to a full body hug from his girlfriend who disengaged from the hug so that she could lock lips with him immediately. He returned her kiss but with less enthusiasm.

"Hey baby. Its been so long since I saw you last or even spoke to you. Whatve you been doing babe? I hope you arent seeing another woman." Amy said coyly, doubting that he actually would be.

"Hey babe, sorry. Ive been working crazy hard on college work and Ive just been way too focused on that to think of anything else." Blaine said apologetically.

Amy tsked at him before making her way further into the room. Blaine gazed after her before closing his door. He was surprised that she had come round.

"Ive missed you babe." Amy said, getting herself situated on Blaine bed and taking off her jacket.

"Yeah I missed you too." Blaine said, going back over to his piano stool and straddling it so that he could face her to talk to her.

"So what has made you so busy? It cant just be work for college. Because if it is then you really need to take a break. The year has only just started"

Blaine didnt want to tell her about the music he was writing. It was a very personal thing when he was still in the stages of developing it. Not even his friends knew that he was in the midst of writing something. He would tell them when he had finished and if he could get it perfect. Because Amy wasnt very understanding of his love of writing music it was very hard to confide in her about something that meant so much to him. He knew that she wouldnt understand and he didnt want anyone tainting his passion. Maybe that was selfish, he wasnt quite sure.

"I just wanted to get started on practising early. You never know and Im like a boy scout, I like to be prepared." Blaine smiled.

"I could get down with the boy scout image." Amy winked at Blaine and he couldnt help but chuckle. "So what do you say?" Amy said, that look in her eye which made Blaine know exactly why she had come round.

And really who was he to resist.

Amy stood up from the bed and pulled Blaine toward her and they started kissing desperately he hands getting lost in his curls, pulling him closer to her so that they could grind together. She pulled him back towards the bed and then turned so that she could push him back on to the bed. She leant down to her purse and pulled out a condom and waved it at Blaine.

"Look who came prepared herself." Amy smiled coyly and him.

She undressed herself, stripping herself of her short skirt and patterned t-shirt until she was left in a matching bra and panties. She took her time removing those pieces of clothing until she was completely naked in front of Blaine and no one could deny that she was beautiful.

She moved toward Blaine and unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans. He leant up so that he could pull his t-shit off and while he was taking care of that he felt a wet heat cover his cock as Amy took his length into her mouth and licked and sucked.

"Oh, holy crap." Blaine muttered, his eyes threatening to roll back in his head.

She pulled off, replacing her mouth with her hand. "You like that baby?"

"Shit, babe." Was all Blaine could say in reply.

Amy took the condom off of Blaine and unwrapped it before rolling it down his length. Before Blaine could say anything more she had straddled his waist and sunk down so that his cock filled her pussy.

"Oh god, you fill me up so much. Fuck, so big." Amy moaned as she started to bounce on his cock.

Blaine held onto her hips and pumped his hips so that he was meeting her efforts.

They never had sex slowed down. It was always fast and sometimes a bit rough which both of them loved. Amy really loved to feel her pussy being fucked and never wanted to do anything that was slow and sensual. Sometimes she could be insatiable and Blaine had to find the perfect angle to be able to make her come repeatedly, which she loved.

It had been a while for both of them and they both reached completion after not long. Blaine emptied his come into the condom as he could feel her walls clamp around him. She pulled off of him and stripped him of the condom, tying it up and chucking it in the general direction of the bin. Then she laid down beside him and snuggled into his side.

"Mmm, that was so good." She said as she ran a hand across Blaines bare chest and he had to agree with her. "We both deserve a rest after that."

"Sure." Blaine said, curling an arm around her waist and pulling her closer to him, feeling her naked and flushed skin against his own.

He was still staring at the ceiling long after she had dozed off.

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Kurt was sat at the bar on a Wednesday night which was always the slow night there. Sam was working but he had a lot more time to chat as customers mostly came in to play pool and sit in little groups to chat.

"So how are you getting on a few weeks in, new kid?" Sam asked.

"Its not too bad. The workload is manageable so far and Im managing to keep up with all the acting techniques. I just hope I can continue this way." Kurt smiled at Sam.

"Thats great. But Im warning you now that everyone gets ten times harder in second year. Not that I want to scare you or anything." Sam winked at Kurt and Kurt could feel himself blushing.

"One step at a time." Kurt laughed and Sam laughed along with him.

"Hey white chocolate." A womans voice sounded from the doorway.

A black woman approached the bar and leaned toward Sam placing a kiss on Sams willing lips and Kurt felt himself freeze up.

"Whos your friend, Sam?" the woman asked, smiling toward Kurt.

"This is Kurt, hes a first year. Kurt this is Mercedes, my girlfriend." Same face was light at the announcement and you could tell that he was proud to be with her and she obviously meant a lot to him.

Kurt didnt know how he managed to hold a good conversation with Mercedes when he was feeling pretty shell-shocked.

Once again he had made a fool out of himself by chasing after someone that was straight. First Finn and now Sam. It was getting to the point where Kurt was getting tired of everything. He seemed to always be making a fool out of himself and what was worse Sam hadnt even corrected him. He must have known that Kurt had been attempting to flirt and yet he hadnt said anything to deter Kurt. He couldnt help but feel humiliated and he wanted nothing more than to just go back to his room and bury his head under his pillow and leave the real world alone for a while. It was one of the worst knocks to any confidence he had thought that he had built up.

As soon as Kurt could find a point to leave where it wouldnt make him seem rude, he took it. He went back to his room as quickly as possible before the tears of humiliation started to make his way down his cheeks. That would be even more embarrassing. When he finally made it back to his room he threw himself on his bed and shoved his head into the pillows, allowing the tears to fall, knowing that once they had the situation wouldnt seem as bad as it did right now. He just felt so stupid.