“I can’t believe you brought us here,” Blaine complained as he wrapped a protective arm around his husband’s waist. Sebastian had convinced them to go out for a little early birthday celebration for Blaine, whose birthday was the following weekend.

Blaine, Kurt, Sebastian, Santana, and Dave had just walked into Johnson City, a male strip club appropriately named by the look of the shirtless hunk walking around.

“Seriously! When you said we were going to Johnson City, I thought you were talking about that we were going to Johnson, New York. They have some lovely Bed and Breakfast’s in the area,” whined Dave.

Santana pushed through the boys, heading straight for the open table up front by the stage.

“Come on boys! Let your hair down and loosen up. What’s the matter with a little looking?”

Sebastian was right behind her, literally dragging the others.

“Blaine, I think that there might be a dancer or two here that will catch your eye,” said Sebastian, adding a cheesy wink.

Blaine looked alarmed. “Pfft! What? Why would you say that? I am totally happy with Kurt? I don’t even notice other men.

“Calm down, babe. It’s ok to look every now and then. I wouldn’t be upset. Besides, if you think that I won’t be enjoying tonight, you are mistaken,” said Kurt, giving Blaine a quick peck on the lips before joining Santana by the stage.

Blaine stood there for a second, blinking, processing what Kurt had said. He was being honest when he said that he didn’t look at other men. Kurt was literally the man of his dreams, so he never saw any need to look elsewhere.

Dave, patting him on his shoulder, knew that it was easier to just go along with Sebastian’s plans than to fight them.

“Come on man. Might as well enjoy this.”

As soon as the five friends were settled at their table with drinks in hand, a voice came over the loud speaker.

“Ladies and gentlemen, for our next act we are going to ask an audience member to join the dancers on stage.”

Blaine did not like the conniving look on Sebastian’s face.

“I do believe we have a birthday boy in the house.”

Uh-oh. Blaine stomach sank.

“Will Blaine Anderson-Hummel please come up to the stage?” the voice boomed.

There was no escaping for Blaine. Sebastian had immediately began drawing attention to their table, pointing and jeering for Blaine to go.

Blaine looked over at Kurt, who was all smiles. He found himself standing, walking towards the steps. He couldn’t believe that his friends had gotten him into this.

As he walked on stage, he tried to ignore the many catcalls and focus on the man directing him to sit on the chair in the center of the stage.

“Don’t worry buddy. They will go easy on you,” said the stagehand before running off stage.

“Now that we have our willing victim, it is time to introduce the entertainment!”

The bright lights and loud music was making it hard to Blaine to focus on anything but the voice coming out of the speaker. He kept trying to see Kurt’s face in the crowd.

The voice continued, “Blaine here is in for a treat. Two of our finest studs are coming to the stage. Please welcome Porcelain and Charming!”

The crowd got even louder as the lights dimmed, smoke filling the stage.

Blaine could feel the bass of the song rumbling in his chest and grew a little anxious, not knowing what to expect.

He could hear that he was not the only one of stage now, but did not turn around to see the dancers. Looking straight forward, he finally caught a glimpse of Kurt.

Kurt looking shocked, wide eyed and open mouthed. Blaine couldn’t help but bet a little upset, seeing as he had never seen Kurt make that face because of him.

When the first dancer came into Blaine’s view his jaw dropped. If he did not know that Kurt was sitting right in front of him he would have assumed this lithe, blond currently thrusting his hips in Blaine’s general direction was his husband.

Kurt’s doppelganger, Porcelain presumably based on his alabaster skin tone, straddled Blaine’s hips giving him a flirty smile.

“How ya doin’ Tiger?” the man asked into Blaine’s ear, practically purring.

Blaine would later blame his body’s reaction to this man striking resemblance to Kurt, but he could not deny that his pants were starting to feel a little tighter.

His breathing hitched as stripper Kurt began giving him the lap dance of his life. From where Blaine was seated, he could see Kurt squirming in his seat, pupils blown, apparently enjoying the show.

Just as Blaine was beginning to get comfortable and enjoy the experience he felt two hands sliding down his chest from behind. He guessed this was Charming joining the party.

By the crowd’s reaction, he guessed that this guy was sexy as fuck. Blaine, finally giving into the evening, couldn’t wait to see what was in store.  

As soon as Blaine caught a sight of the second stripper, it was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on his head. Instantly his arousal was gone, as Porcelain backed off to let Charming take his place molesting Blaine.

Before Charming could get a groove going, Blaine bolted from the chair almost knocking the surprised dancer over. Grabbing his coat and Kurt’s hand, Blaine headed towards the door and didn’t stop til they were on the sidewalk across from the club.

Kurt had not stopped giggling since Blaine had jumped off staged.

Blaine kept glaring at Kurt while he waited from him to stop laughing and catch his breath.

When Kurt was finally composed enough to talk, he couldn’t help but tease his better half.

“Oh come on Blaine, he didn’t look exactly like Cooper. I mean, I doubt your brother has a butterfly tattoo tramp stamp.”

Kurt could barely hold it together long enough to finish his sentence before devolving into another fit of laughter.