Kurt gave his hair one last spritz of hairspray and nodded at his reflection. Not bad. The bruise under his jaw was still noticeable, but he didn't bother to try and cover it up. It would most likely be dark at the party and it didn't matter if people noticed. Thinking of how he got it made him close his eyes. Finding out Blaine had yelled at him out of jealousy made the whole experience sexier. He had been playing the scene of that kiss over and over in his mind, even in the shower. He grinned at the thought. After he'd promised a dance to Blaine, he'd come back to the room to shower and change. The image of Blaine kissing and licking his neck in the shower had been too powerful for him to resist as he'd stood under the hot spray. He'd palmed himself with a soapy hand and stroked himself to the thought of Blaine's hot tongue against his skin. It had taken only moments before he was coming in the shower, a whisper of Blaine's name escaping his lips. That had only been an hour ago and here he was, thinking about it again. Shifting his hips against his body's reaction, he gave himself a last critical look. The deep blue of the straight cut jeans hugged his shape just enough to show his shape without being constricting. Perfect for dancing, he thought with a smile. He'd paired it with a short sleeved white Henley and a black vest. Add in his most comfortable boots and he was set for a fun night. Hearing Colton and Puck talking to Jason outside, he left the bathroom and the four set off for the party.

Walking through the campus, the first thing sign of the party was the thumping music. The lights outside the dorm were bright, but it looked almost black inside with small flashes of neon. Puck said they usually handed out glow-in-the-dark necklaces at the door to add to the atmosphere. Jason, doing his protector part, made them all promise to call or text someone if they were leaving or needed help. It would ensure they all made it home safely. Colton and Kurt promised, Puck just smirked at him and they went into the dorm. As Puck said, they were given a choice of a necklace or bracelet and Kurt picked the bracelet, but instead of putting it on his wrist, he attached it to a belt loop on his jeans. Puck, using his alcohol radar, swiftly led them through the throngs of dancing people to the bar where he handed them each a cup of something fruity smelling. Jason sniffed it and took a taste.

"Mmm, somebody got creative. Tastes like Sex on a Beach. Go ahead," he waved to Kurt and Colton. "Give it a try."

Kurt took a tentative sip and smiled appreciatively. He'd never liked the taste of alcohol but the fruity flavors overpowered it and made it taste good. He took a longer pull on it and Puck slapped his back.

"Go Hummel! Alright, gents, I'm off to meet some girls. Don't get too upset if I take them all. I've been known to handle entire sororities before, so fair warning." Looking between Colton and Kurt, he laughed. "Sorry, forgot who I was talking to." He took off, grabbing another drink on his way.

"You guys wanna dance?" Colton asked, looking eagerly at the crowd of writhing bodies. "I mean, sorry, Jason, I wasn't um, I was just, um," he stuttered, realizing Jason might be uncomfortable dancing with a guy.

"Sounds good, lead on, Shorty," Jason said, putting his drink down and taking Colton's hand. Kurt saw the delighted smile on Colton's face as they made their way to the dance floor. Kurt walked around until he found an open section of wall to lean against. People watching had always been a fun past time and he was quickly finding that a drunken dorm party was even more fun. Women were dancing on tables surrounded by starved looking Dalton guys. There was a game of spin the bottle going on in the far corner. It looked like if the bottle landed on you, you were required to try and swallow someone else's face whole. Kurt laughed and finished his drink. He found a garbage can, though it didn't look like anyone else was using it and decided to join the dancing. Jason found a girl to dance with and at the sad look on Colton's face, Kurt danced with him to a couple of songs. Another guy interrupted them and asked Colton to dance, who immediately said yes, after Kurt nodded.

Kurt found the bar and the fruity drink, taking a breather. The party was a lot of fun. It had no threatening undertones, no obvious homophobes. It was a truly good time. He sat out the next full song until Jason and Colton came and found him.

"Come on, Kurt," Jason said, tugging him toward the dance floor.

"No standing around, it's time to dance again," Colton agreed.

Kurt laughed and gave in. A new song was starting, Kurt recognized it as "S.E.X." by Nickelback. It had a great beat and he closed his eyes and let his body lead the way in the dance.

Blaine watched Kurt dance, trying to keep his jaw from hanging open. Kurt looked amazing tonight. The jeans were hugging his ass just right and with the glow-in-the-dark circle hanging from his hips, Blaine was unable to tear his eyes away. The way he circled his hips to the beat, the glowing bracelet making designs in the air, the undulating and spinning was so fucking sexy, Blaine was getting hard in his jeans. He'd been keeping a general eye on Kurt all evening, half nervous to claim his dance and half wanting to make sure he was okay. Seeing him dance with Jason and then Colton, he realized the three were all just friends, though he was sure Colton would jump on Jason if he weren't straight. Now, though, he knew he was going to claim his dance. He wanted those hips up against him. Going to the DJ, he whispered in his ear and handed him a fifty dollar bill. The guy smiled and nodded and started searching through his music.

Blaine made his way to Kurt as the song ended and his song choice began. He tapped him on the shoulder and gave him a smile.

"Mind if I have this dance?" he asked, trying to keep the plain lust out of his eyes.

Kurt grinned, his eyes bright from the fruity drinks he'd been having all night. "Sure."

Blaine took his hand and pulled him to the corner of the dance floor. They both started moving slowly to the beat.

"Having fun?" Blaine asked, inching closer.

"Yeah, this is the funnest party I've ever been to," Kurt said. He didn't know if he was intoxicated by the alcohol in his system or the smoldering gaze of Blaine's golden eyes. He was dressed in his typical tight v-neck t-shirt and jeans that looked like he'd been poured into. It left very little to the imagination and Kurt had to keep his eyes on Blaine or he'd give away his own thoughts.

"You haven't been to many parties, then, have you," Blaine asked with a grin, moving even closer.

"Not really," Kurt said, watching Blaine as he moved in on him. When Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, he put his hands around Blaine's neck. Swaying together, Blaine moved one of his legs in between Kurt's as he dipped them lower, undulating, pressing their hips together. Kurt inched in until his face was buried in Blaine's neck, taking in his unbelievable scent. They were both half hard and were both aware of the other's arousal. Kurt took in small shuddering breaths as they grinded against each other. The sensation of his cock rubbing against Blaine's through their jeans made him want to cry out with the pleasure.

Hello, welcome to the show

Somebody's gotta be on top

And that's the way it goes

Oh yeah, lights off time to

set this party off baby pull

Down the shades they're gonna

Be like down for days clothes

Off for a private dance tonight

I wanna take you down naughty

Street tonight

Baby let's keep it private cause

Were getting ready to ride it

Ecstasy on the balcony going down

For more on the kitchen floor

Slipping and sliding I want you

To ride it on my knees I'll have

You screaming wait, wait, wait

Don't let it go

Don't you wanna come along for the

Ride of your life (somebody) somebody's

Gotta be on top coco butter skin I can't

Wait till I get in your body somebody's

Gotta be on top

Right now I think I I'm gonna shut this

Party down. There's a sequel to the show

Come on i gotta let you know admission

Can't be paid at the door stroke, stroke,

Poke, joke gonna blow it out sugar ain't no

Doubt I'll be stroking that's what I'd be talking

"Kurt," Blaine muttered, digging his hands into Kurt's back pockets, grabbing his ass and pressing their pelvis's even closer.

Kurt was watching a drop of sweat trail down the side of Blaine's neck and he couldn't resist reaching out with his tongue and lapping it up, enjoying the shudder that went through Blaine's body. Keeping one hand on Kurt's ass, Blaine reached up and took the back of his head with the other hand, smashing their lips together. Pure heat spread between them as their tongues danced and thrust against each other to the beat of the song.

Looking for the softest place on earth

Someone to break me off let's stick it

To the bed get it nice and wet never

Do it from the side just kiss the chest

Kurt had never thought he could be this turned on. If they kept this up, he might just come in his jeans. Ripping his mouth from Blaine's he heard Blaine cry out in protest. Spinning quickly, Kurt backed up until his ass was flush with Blaine's cock. They both yelled, not caring who heard them, as their bodies made contact. Blaine approved of the new position, wrapping his around Kurt's slim waist, holding his hips against his own as they began swaying to the beat. Kurt reached over his shoulders and put his hands around Blaine's neck, pulling his lips down to his neck. Blaine obliged and began sucking, nipping, and licking at Kurt's sweat streaked skin, grinding his hips into Kurt's soft ass.

Looking for the softest place on earth

Someone to break me off I'll kiss you on

Your neck than down your back doing it

All night long like insomniacs lookin

For the softest place on earth someone

To break me off take the pillows off the

Couch put them on the floor give it to you

Nice and strong make you scream for more

Lookin for the softest place on earth

Someone to break me off if you're feeling me

Like I'm feeling you get on top of me

The song ended, but neither of them noticed. Blaine couldn't believe how close he was to orgasm. There had never been such an intense dance as this one before, never a man like Kurt. He was feeling things beyond arousal, that made his chest ache. Lightly, he brushed a hand down Kurt's flat stomach, intrigued at how he was both firm and soft at the same time. Skimming his fingers over Kurt's arousal, he heard a desperate whimper escape the other man's throat.

"Let me make you feel good, Kurt, please. No sex, just let me make you feel good," Blaine breathed heavily in Kurt's ear, nipping at his neck.

"Yes," Kurt muttered.

As soon as the word left his mouth, Blaine was dragging him out of the room by the hand. After knocking on several doors, he found an empty room and shoved Kurt inside. Turning the light on, he pushed Kurt up against a wall and stared at him for a long moment. "You are so beautiful," he murmured. Kurt's skin was glowing from arousal, drinks, and the dance. He'd never seen anyone so breathtaking as this man in front of him. He could have brought Kurt to orgasm in moments, but he wanted to make it special for him, even if it was in a strange room at a dorm party.

At his compliment, Kurt's eyes fluttered closed and a small smile lifted his full mouth. Blaine leaned in and pressed his lips softly to Kurt's. For several minutes, he went no further, just moving their mouths together, listening to the small pants escaping Kurt, each sound sending shivers through his body. Kurt apparently didn't like his pace as he suddenly thrust his hot tongue into Blaine's mouth, wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck, locking them together. They lapped hungrily at each other, Kurt trying to press his hips tighter around Blaine.

Blaine reached around and grabbed Kurt's ass, easily lifting him against the wall. Kurt took the hint and wrapped his legs around Blaine's waist. Nothing could have prevented their loud cries as the position lined them up so Blaine's cock was rubbing at Kurt's ass.

"Blaine, please," Kurt whimpered.

"I know, baby, me too," Blaine muttered. He began grinding his hips into Kurt's ass, feeling Kurt's hard cock against his stomach. Harder and harder they pushed into each other, the sensations pushing them over the edge.

"Blaine!" Kurt cried out, his head falling back against the wall as he came.

Feeling the subtle throbs of Kurt coming against him pushed Blaine to orgasm, shouting out Kurt's name with one final thrust against his ass.

They rested there for a moment, breathing heavily against each other. Blaine eased Kurt down gently, unable to resist kissing lightly at his chin and lips.

"That was," Kurt sighed, unable to come up with the right words.

"It was," Blaine simply agreed. "Come on," he said and gently took Kurt's hand. He led them slowly from the room and to a bathroom. He nudged Kurt inside. "You clean up, I'll wait for you here."

Kurt's eyes sparkled with pleasure. "I'd like that."

"Me too," Blaine said, sounding half surprised.

As Kurt went into the bathroom, Blaine leaned weakly against the wall. That had been the most intense orgasm of his life and with his experience, that was saying something. There had been no bare skin, only the intensity of their bodies together. Blaine knew he wasn't much for emotions and such, but there was no way he was letting this boy out of his life. He'd find a way to buy himself a filter for his mouth so he wouldn't fuck it up. All he knew was that Kurt was his now and he'd do whatever it took to keep him that way.