Kurt tried to be a nice person usually, but tonight, he was fed up. He’d only agreed to return to Scandals with Blaine because his boyfriend had promised that it would just be them this time, no Sebastian in the middle of everything. Kurt had also made Blaine promise that he would not overdo it on the alcohol because even though the two of them had advanced their relationship from ‘romantic’ to ‘sexual’, sex in the back of the car was not something Kurt was into. At least, not yet. That had been said with an uncharacteristic wink that left Blaine staring after the taller boy with his mouth slightly open. Blaine had promised he’d be good, and promised that it would all be about Kurt. Kurt had believed him. Now there he was, sitting at the bar, drink in hand, watching Sebastian come waltzing back over to them. He’d gone off to dance with some poor unsuspecting boy, but he’d apparently gotten bored, because he was back now, sidling up next to Blaine, who was standing next to Kurt trying to convince him to dance.

“Blaine, this is obviously a lost cause. Your boyfriend can’t dance, anyway. Why don’t you quit wasting your time and come have some fun with a real man?”

Blaine rolled his eyes. “What, Sebastian, your fourteen-year-old didn’t work out?”

“He was fifteen, and no, he didn’t. He was no you.”

Kurt clenched his fist around his drink and turned away, trying to get rid of the red tinting his vision. If Blaine didn’t do something about that insufferable Warbler, Kurt was going to, and it would not be pretty.

“I’m sure there’s someone here you can victimize. Just don’t make it me.”

“I’m not victimizing you, Blaine. I’m merely presenting your options. Your boyfriend is obviously going to be a boring prude all night. If you wanna get some, you know where you can.”

Sebastian was about to turn around and walk away (presumably to find some other kid hiding under a fake ID to harass), but Kurt lost it. He was sick and tired of that Meerkat-faced douchebag coming onto Kurt’s boyfriend. He stood up and whirled around. Gone was poised, sophisticated Kurt with his slight “I’m-better-than-you” air (never intentional, mind). In his place was a bitchy, angry, pent-up teenage boy with a long history of bullshit to pull from, and a very big reason to start pulling more than bad memories. He hadn’t been drinking (not alcohol, anyway), so everything he did then was anger-driven.

“All right, Warbler-boy. It’s time for us to have a little chat, man-to-man. This shit ends here and now. I will not tolerate you scamming on my boyfriend anymore. This has already gone on way too long, and I’m done. I’m done with the drama, I’m done with the fighting, I’m done with the bad pick-up lines, and honestly, I’m done with you. If you were actually good-looking, I might be more worried. But the thing is, you’re no threat to my relationship with that face.”

“Oh, now you’re telling me I’ve got the wrong face for relationships?” Sebastian scoffed. “Please.”

Kurt smirked, channeling all the mean girl attitude he’d picked up from Santana the last few years. “Don’t get me started, I won’t want to stop and you won’t like what I have to say.”

“Please, you’re still the same pussy Kurt. You wouldn’t dare open that mouth.”

“Oh? Watch me, Smythe.”

With that, Kurt turned to face Blaine. The dark-haired boy had been watching the exchange with wide eyes, wondering where the hell this side of Kurt had been hiding. Kurt didn’t give Blaine any more time to think about it, though, because at that moment, the taller boy crashed their lips together fiercely. Blaine tensed up in surprise, but immediately relaxed and settled into the kiss. Kurt almost never kissed him like this—possessive, heavy, sexy, and wild. The whole thing was exciting for Blaine—in more ways than one. He cursed himself for letting Kurt dress him, as he was now very quickly growing hard in obscenely tight skinny jeans that were actually Kurt’s, which meant they were long, too. The second Kurt moved, the entire bar would be able to see how Blaine was affected by his boyfriend. But then Kurt shifted and Blaine felt him against his hipbone, and suddenly he didn’t care because Kurt was hard, too, and that made it okay. He never would have expected this from Kurt, and he never would have pegged him as an exhibitionist, but the way Kurt was fucking Blaine’s mouth and the sounds he was making told Blaine that Kurt actually was an exhibitionist.

Kurt felt Sebastian’s eyes burning into him, so he knew he had an attentive audience. This was his chance to get the stupid asshole out of the way for good, so even though he was nervous as hell, he knew what he had to do. He’d never be able to live with himself if he knew he’d had to chance to shut Sebastian up for good and didn’t. He broke the kiss and took a deep breath, staring into Blaine’s eyes as if to say, “Trust me.” Blaine nodded slightly, just enough that Kurt caught it. He took another deep breath and dropped to his knees.

Blaine tried to control his face when he felt Kurt’s practiced fingers—those fingers that drove him to endless bliss night after night—playing with the button on his jeans. He wasn’t actually going to—in the middle of the club, was he? Was he? The tight jeans slid down Blaine’s legs, and that answered that.

He was.

Blaine honestly couldn’t believe what was happening. Kurt was shy about oral sex even when they were absolutely sure they were alone, but now they were in the middle of a gay bar with people all around, some people watching—with Sebastian watching. Blaine couldn’t complain, though, and he couldn’t even find it in himself to be embarrassed when Kurt slipped his boxers down, mostly because the older boy immediately took all of Blaine into his mouth. He relaxed his throat, hollowed his cheeks, and sucked, hard. Blaine couldn’t help it—he moaned. Loud. His fingers tangled in Kurt’s hair, tugging experimentally. Kurt whimpered, so Blaine knew his boyfriend liked it. He was learning so many new things tonight…

Kurt had always had a certain talent with his tongue. He was really good at driving Blaine crazy in all kinds of ways with it, and this was no exception. Kurt’s pointy little cat tongue was doing things Blaine was pretty sure should be illegal, and the varying pressure was incredible. He fucked into Kurt’s mouth, moaning uncontrollably now. He’d almost completely forgotten where they were and who was watching.

Half the bar was watching now as the young brunette they’d all noticed was f-i-n-e blew the curly-haired one he’d come in with, quite a few of them feeling an uncomfortable tightening in their pants. Blaine’s moan as Kurt dragged his fingernails down his thighs echoed around the bar, matching the volume of the music.

The throbbing strobe lights and the pulsing beat of whatever shit rap song the DJ was playing and Blaine’s continued moans were starting to drive Sebastian crazy. He just wanted in on the unbelievably sexy sight before him, but he couldn’t seem to move. And if he was being honest with himself, he was a little scared of Kurt right then, too. He’d never seen the ex-Warbler so possessive and bitchy, and he’d definitely never expected him to blow Blaine in the middle of a bar. Watching Kurt perform such an intimate, dirty act was actually making Sebastian question himself…had he been chasing the right guy all this time? Had he been crazy to go after Blaine, and had he compromised his chances at a sex animal like Kurt in doing so? God, he hoped not.

“Kurt,” Blaine whimpered. “Kurt, I’m so close.”

Kurt looked up at Blaine, letting his sophomore-year-esque innocence flood his eyes, tightening his throat at the same time. Blaine lost it, screaming and coming hard down Kurt’s throat. Kurt swallowed everything Blaine had to give, stood up, fixed his boyfriend’s clothes, and then pushed their lips together again, this time softer. This kiss was passionate but not bruising, and Blaine could taste himself. He whimpered one last time, his sensitive cock already twitching in his pants. God damn, where did Kurt learn to be such a dirty minx?

“You’re mine, you got that?” Kurt asked in a low, dangerous voice, loud enough for Sebastian to hear. “Mine, and no one else’s. Tell me.”

“God, why would you ever doubt that?”

“I didn’t say I doubted it. I said tell me.”

“I’m yours. Always. In any way you want me.”

“Hold that thought.”

Kurt turned back to Sebastian, fire in his eyes and a smirk on his lips.

“You were saying?”

Sebastian was simultaneously too turned on and scared to say anything. His eyes were wide and his jaw was slack, and he looked like maybe he’d just seen a ghost. Kurt nodded shortly.

“Exactly. Now here’s the deal. You’re going to back the fuck off, got it? I don’t want you anywhere near either of us. Ever. For any reason. Don’t give me an excuse to hurt you, because I swear to God, there is nothing I’d love more.”

Sebastian nodded weakly and sank shakily onto a bar stool. Kurt looked back at Blaine, still smirking deviously.

“How about we blow this place, go back to mine? I’ll show you all the ways I want you…”