"Lesbians!"

A purse slammed down on the bar next to Blaines hand. The ice in his glass clinked as a woman dropped down beside him. "Jack and coke, please," she snapped at the bartender. "Ugh, Im not coming here anymore."

"Rough night?" Blaine asked uncertainly. He glanced bacpolyamoryk out towards the dance floor where two of his friends were dancing. As soon as theyd heard hed never been to a bar before, theyd forced him out onto the streets of New York City. It might have been a fun night if hed been a lesbian too or if theyd taken him to his first gay bar. Instead, hed sat at the bar all night and nursed several strawberry margaritas. His first week in the city had certainly ended on a strange note.

The woman spun her chair towards him and looked him over suspiciously. Blaine didnt blame her for the dark look. Hed already seen, and helped out, several women being hit on by stray straight men that had stumbled their way in.

"Oh, youre gay," she said happily. "Thank god. If another straight man comes in here and thinks hes of any interest to any of us, Ill pop his testicles with my heel."

She smiled brightly at him and swallowed half of her drink. "Im Kourtney. Kourt for short."

"Blaine."

He looked her over carefully as she finished her drink and called for another. She couldnt have been any older than him. Early twenties at most. She was quite beautiful as far as women went, with a strong jaw, bright eyes and short, neatly coiffed hair.

"Are you here with friends?" he asked uncertainly.

She nodded. "A few ladies I know. Theyre dating so you know how that goes. I just wanted– ugh, lesbians."

"Um, arent you a lesbian?" Blaine said, watching her arrange her skirt and shirt. He blushed at the small glimpse of her mid-drift, then blanched at his own thoughts. Too many margaritas.

Kourt laughed until her eyes crinkled in the corners. "If I was, my night would be heading towards some lovely sex right about now." She shook her head at his confused look. "Im bisexual, and, well, a lot of the women here arent fond of a woman who might stray for dick."

"Oh," Blaine said in surprise. Hed never met anyone bisexual in high school, but it seemed silly to him to think that. "Thats kind of dumb. Them thinking that, I mean. Polyamory and bisexuality arent the same thing. Or open relationships or whatever you wanna equate it to."

Kourt looked at him closely and then a genuine smile spread over her face. "At least someone in here is smart."

"Well, I did make it into college."

"So Im guessing youre here with friends, too," Kourt said as she took a slower sip of her second drink. "You look like youre having as much fun as me."

Blaine twirled his drink on the bar and nodded. "Never admit youve never been to a bar when your first college friends are bar hoppers."

Kourt winced and kicked her heel against the bar stool. "Hmm, you must be new. To the city," she added when he looked puzzled. "I was in the same boat last year. What school are you at?"

"NYADA," Blaine said. "Its my first weekend in the city and–"

"And your new lesbian friends dragged you to a lesbian bar," Kourt laughed brightly and smiled. "Been there. My first friend at NYADA was a gay guy. Took me to a gay strip club. Lots of dicks wagging for a small town Ohio girl."

Blaine blushed a little at the thought. "I bet that was a traumatic experience. God, I hope I never get dragged to a strip club."

"It was pretty nice actually," Kourt said flippantly. She propped her elbows on the bar and eyed him. "I enjoy a nice dick when its attached to someone worthwhile."

"O- oh," Blaine said. He ducked his head and blushed darker. His stomach felt like it was full of cotton candy. Maybe hed eaten something that didnt mix well with liquor. "Well, thats not too bad then."

"We should go sometime. My treat," Kourt decided. "I can scream and goggle their helicopter dicks and you can sit back and pop a boner while your face overheats."

"I- Im– well," Blaine picked his drink up and downed the rest of it. Kourt only laughed, the sound surprisingly low and cheerful.

"Im just teasing," she said, patting his empty hand on the bar. "Youre cute when you blush. Makes your cheeks match your bow tie."

Blaine wished someone would splash water on his face as Kourt reached over and adjusted his bow tie. It was a new one his brother had sent from California, bright red with little Hollywood signs all over it.

"Can I borrow this sometime? Its so cute."

"Sure," Blaine stammered. He smiled shyly at her and let his eyes look her over once more. He hadnt felt so bashful since hed met his first, and only, boyfriend in high school. Theyd dated for close to two years, but finally broken up at the end of their senior year. Jordan was headed to Washington for college and Blaine had chosen New York City. Trying long distance, especially with how many fights theyd already been having, hadnt seemed worth it.

"Oh, god, are you bi, too?"

Blaine jerked his head around so fast he almost toppled over. "What? No. I mean, there was this one girl at a party when I was fifteen, but I was drunk and I dont think– Im gay."

Kourt took another sip of her drink and watched him carefully. "Okay, but youre blushing an awful lot for a gay man being flirted with by a woman."

"Youre flirting– damnit!"

Blaine stood up as his drink spilled all over the bar and onto the floor. The bartender hurried over and wiped it up as Blaine pulled napkins from the dispenser and started wiping the bar stool and floor up. Kourt dropped down with him.

"Boy, Id hate to see you around a man you want to joyride on," she remarked as they wiped the floor off. "If you cant handle a beautiful woman who you arent interested in, then you must be hopeless."

"I– dating isnt something I have a lot of experience in," Blaine said awkwardly. "And you are beautiful, and I might be so drunk I dont even know Im drunk because youre an attractive beautiful and I dunno. This is weird."

"Aw, do you think Im pretty?" Kourt made a big show of batting her eyes at him as they stood up and ordered new drinks. "I dont like to brag, but these heels do wonders for my chicken legs."

As she tilted her leg to let Blaine see the stiletto, his stomach filled with warmth. "Im so drunk Im getting turned on by a leg."

"Honey, you arent the first boy Ive met who realized he was bi instead of gay. I have good radar about these kinds of things."

"Im not– well, I dont think I am," Blaine said. He gladly took the shot the bartender set down in front of him. It burned his throat, but he slapped the glass back down and waved for a second. "None of the girls I knew were ever interesting, but at Dalton–"

"Oh, god, you went to Dalton? Im from Lima, went to McKinley," Kourt explained. "We competed against you guys at sectionals a lot. Regionals once, too. I mean, you might just be drunk and projecting your lust onto me. Its possible, but if youve only been around boys for the last four years, assumed your sexuality ended at men, and never questioned it, then you might be bi. Or you might just have a thing for me specifically, and my pretty face."

Blaine quickly downed his second shot and stood up. His knees wobbled slightly and his vision was a little fuzzy, but otherwise he felt okay. "Boobs are weird."

"So are testicles," Kourt said. "Especially when theyre smacking against your ass cheeks while youre getting fucked. Like, what the hell, right?"

"I always kinda liked that the few times I bottomed," Blaine mumbled as Kourt handed him a glass of water.

"Switch, huh? I love a man who switches with me," Kourts hand found one of his as he drank a few mouthfuls of water. "So, I dunno what youre thinking or if it is just the alcohol, but well, my apartment is empty tonight and Santana and Dani live down the hall and they always find their own way home. We could – god, Im not usually this forward, but youre hot."

"Are you inviting me over for sex?" Blaine said in disbelief.

"More like some experimenting," Kourt said with shy smile. She was a softer person when she smiled at him like that. It wasnt that she was suddenly more gentle, but something in her gaze felt more real and genuine to him. "I mean, its been months for me and I bet youre horny, too. If you like kissing me, then we can do more, or we can just watch a movie and sober up. I mean, if we enjoy each other, then we enjoy each other. Its nobodys place to judge how that fits into some label."

"Im– my friends," Blaine said lamely. He stared out at the swarm of women on the dance floor. There wasnt one of the three in sight. For all he knew theyd left him stranded here.

"I can show you the joys of a tongue ring," Kourt teased. She tugged on his bow tie playfully and Blaine swallowed as he adjusted himself through his pocket. "What do you say, cutie?"

"Okay," Blaine found himself saying. His eyes stayed on Kourts grin as it widen and she leaned in and kissed his cheek. She was as a little taller than him in her heels and the damp press on her lips burned like the alcohol had.

"This is weird."

Kourt flicked her tongue ring against Blaines neck and laughed. "A good weird or a bad weird? Cause you feel pretty hard through your jeans."

Blaines hips shifted under her as she dragged her thigh over him again. "Fuck, thats– good weird. Definitely. I just– where do I put my hands?"

As Blaine shifted under her again, Kourt laughed and laid down on him. "The same places you put them when you make out with anyone, you dork. Actually, if you arent freaking out, Id really like your hands," she grasped each of his as she sat back and placed one on each breast, "here. Mmm, god, I really like being touched there. Is that okay?"

"Theyre so… squishy," Blaine remarked as he rolled them awkwardly through her shirt. He giggled a little as she groaned and arched into his hands. "Boobs are so cute."

"You are so gay," Kourt huffed. She lifted the leg she had between Blaines thighs and straddled his hips. "Are you okay with this? Not having a vagina freak out yet?"

"Vaginas are beautiful," Blaine mumbled as she leaned over him and started sucking on his neck again. "Part of me went into one and then all of me came out. Vaginas are, like, awesome."

"I think youre drunker than me," Kourt giggled and kissed his neck before sitting back and pressing down against the rough outline of his cock. "Oh, you feel good."

To her surprise, Blaines hips rolled up and started to move with hers. "Wow, thats–" Blaine moaned softly and his hands tightened on her breasts. "I– um, can we, like– skin?"

"Mine or yours?" Kourt asked breathlessly.

"Both? Lets just be naked," Blaine decided. "Naked is nice."

Kourt unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it behind herself as Blaine sat up and tugged his bow tie and polo off. After a few awkward minutes of scrambling and flailing they were down to their underwear and kissing fiercely.

"How are you so soft?" Blaine murmured against Kourts lips. "God, can I kiss you everywhere? Im gonna see if your boobs are as soft as your lips."

Before Kourt could agree, Blaines lips were ghosting over the top of her breasts where her bra didnt cover. She gasped and sat back, hands tangled in his gelled locks as his lips sucked gently and his chin nudged at the cup of her bra.

"Theyre softer," Blaine murmured as he moved over to the second one. "Thats really amazing. Boobs are neat. Can I, um, how do you undo these things?"

With another giggle, Kourt leaned back and unhooked her bra. She was nervous to lose it as she always was with a guy, but Blaine seemed mesmerized by everything about her and her body. There was no judgment in his eyes like with most men shed slept with. It was a nice change.

"Your nipples," Blaines surprised voice said. "Theyre so perky."

"Oh my god," Kourt laughed as his mouth inched forward, first over the damp skin and then down towards her nipple. "Oh my god, wow. Keep doing that."

"What if milk comes out?"

They collapsed back against the pillows as Kourt swatted his chest and they both laughed until they couldnt breathe.