The gang was getting a little more rowdy than usual tonight at McClaren’s. Everyone was in a really good place in their lives and felt like celebrating.

Kurt had just gotten his promotion, Dave was seeing a new guy named Neil, and Sebastian hadn’t been shot down all night.

Blaine was sitting in their booth watching Kurt and Santana dance beside the juke box, enjoying the view. His show choir had just made it to National’s, he had a good beer in his hand, and was with his favorite people. Blaine was definitely enjoying the moment.

He was trying to keep up with the conversation that Dave and Neil were having about the event they were planning for the LGBT youth center. He really was interested in the cause. Unfortunately, his attention seemed to keep drifting to the pair dancing in the corner.

Kurt was wearing skinny jeans, as usual, but this pair seemed to be painted on him. They left nothing to the imagination. Blaine was mesmerized by his husband’s hips. The thing Blaine loved about Kurt’s dancing was that it never seemed forced. He swayed and shimmied so naturally to the music.

Blaine gave up on the conversation and let his attention fall completely on Kurt. The song had just changed from a more upbeat poppy song to something a little slower and funkier. Kurt was moving his hips in what could only be described as sexual, dipping and grinding with Santana.

Even though he knew that his mouth was probably hanging out and he was blatantly staring, Blaine could not keep his eyes off Kurt. All he wanted to do was drag Kurt home and make him put on a private show.

When Kurt looked over his shoulder at Blaine across the bar, he could see the predatory look in his husband’s eyes. He made sure to add an extra roll of his hips as he winked at Blaine.

“ALEXANDER MCQUEEN!” Blaine blurted out unexpectedly, standing up from his seat.

Everyone turned to stare at him, wondering if he had lost his mind.

Kurt, on the other hand, stopped dancing immediately and rushed to Blaine. Blaine threw some money on the table and grabbed Kurt’s hand as they headed towards the door.

“Really? Could they be more obvious?” Santana asked, dropping down into the booth. Panting a little from dancing, she stole a sip of Sebastian’s scotch.

Sebastian pulled the tumbler from her hand, glaring at her with little heat behind it.

“I know. We get it. You two are going home to have crazy monkey sex. Plus their code words are always so lame,” drawled Sebastian.

“I don’t know. I think it is kinda cute,” Dave added, beaming at Neil.

“You would,” replied both Santana and Sebastian, trying to pretend they were annoyed with their clearly infatuated friend.

“Ugh! Couples. Want to go play some laser tag?” asked Sebastian, as the two stood up, leaving Dave and Neil to their night.