Kurt felt the bass of the music like a second heartbeat. It thrummed through him as he bumped and ground and swiveled. It had started faster, with a more frenetic energy that had him and Jeff up and off their seats in ten seconds flat. Neither of them could resist the pull of the music. After a few hours of techno remixes and top 40 hits, the DJ had brought things down to a persistent throb of house dance music. It was the kind that had no words, but the rhythm was enough to have your body swaying before you realized it.

Kurt and Jeff had yet to leave the dance floor, which was made easier when they had others to bring them libations. Kurt accepted a bottle of water gratefully from Blaine and drank half all in one go without pausing in his groove, and then passed the rest off to a very sweaty Jeff. Kurt affectionately swiped his bright blonde bangs off his forehead so he could see through his half-lidded eyes again.

When he fell back into his spot, he bumped into Blaine. He unapologetically stayed in the other boy’s space and Blaine was quick to wrap an arm around his waist to keep him there. There were people crowded all around, so there was little other space for the two to occupy.

Kurt rested his weight back on Blaine, letting the other boy keep their bodies moving to the beat. He watched as Jeff chugged most of the water and then dumped the rest over his head. The three men dancing around him clearly appreciated the added wetness, especially the way it dribbled down his exposed chest and turned his white button-down translucent.

Jeff tossed his head, flicking drops of water onto his admirers. One carded a hand through Jeff’s hair to give it a better sense of style. Jeff smiled back happily like a puppy being pet. He trailed a hand down the front of the muscled man in front of him, his fingers catching on his defined abs, as he rode the man’s thigh.

Before Kurt had a chance to watch Jeff’s hand continue its trek even further down, a stranger cut in between the crowd to dance with Kurt. Kurt raised an interested eyebrow while sizing the new man up.

He was about of equal height with dirty blonde hair, pretty brown eyes and a flattering navy shirt that paired well with his jeans - far more clothing than any of the men dancing with Jeff, but Kurt didn’t mind having something to look forward to. Kurt pushed off Blaine so he could dance closer with the newcomer.

The man perked up. He’d passed the first elimination round.

Kurt picked back up the grove of the DJ as he sidled over, throwing his arms up, tossing his head and bouncing on the balls of his feet. He felt Blaine behind him all the while, a hand still possessively resting on Kurt’s hip. Every now and then, Blaine would surge forward to almost spoon Kurt as he danced.

At a lull in the song, the stranger leaned in. “I’m Dylan!”

“Kurt.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Kurt!”

Kurt grinned at the way Dylan kept shouting to be heard over the music. Well, wasn’t he just adorable. Most men preferred action to words in places like these.

Kurt threw a look over his shoulder and Blaine nodded back at him after taking stock of the man from head to toe. And so, Kurt hooked a hand around Dylan’s neck.

“Nice to meet you too.”

They danced a few songs together, at parts linked dirtily, at others open and part of the wider group of Jeff and his entourage, Blaine and Sebastian.

Wait, Sebastian?

Kurt tracked Sebastian as he approached him across the dance floor. There was a dark, playful look in his eyes. Kurt turned to Dylan one last time, smiling against his ear when he said, “It’s been fun, sweetie.”

Dylan pulled back, confused. Before he could verbalize a question, Sebastian was suddenly there. He pinched the blonde’s butt teasingly when he backed away from Kurt and yelled over the music, “Maybe next time!”

Kurt was pleased to see Dylan smile and wink as he slinked away instead of looking like a kicked puppy at being interrupted. Yes. Next time.

Sebastian walked right into Kurt’s personal space, wrapping the large spans of his hands around his hips and grinding into him once, twice. Then, he ducked his head to nibble on Kurt’s neck -wonderfully exposed in his boat neck tee.

“Hello, lover.”

“Hiya, Seb,” Kurt answered, amused by his territorial play. Kurt pet the back of Sebastian’s head and rocked with him to the thrum of the heavy bass.

When they kissed, Blaine made himself known again, crowding up behind Kurt and placing his mouth wet and warm over his sweaty neck. It was gloriously arched and exposed to his advances as Kurt strained to meet Sebastian in their kiss. Blaine licked along the stretch of muscle languidly, petting down Kurt’s side with one hand while hooking his other in the back pocket of Sebastian’s jeans.

The three boys lost time with each other.

Kurt looped one arm up and back around Blaine so he could alternate between resting his weight against him, watching his two partners make-out over his shoulder, and pushing forward to claim one of their mouths for his own. He could feel Sebastian hard and grinding into him with every step and found himself whimpering as his own erection was trapped between their writhing bodies when Blaine used his grip on Sebastian’s ass to pull the man in.

They rode each other through the transition of two songs. Their stamina could have kept them going for much longer than that, but through the thrill of pleasure sparking up his spine at every rub of thigh or drag of hand or open-mouthed kiss, Kurt reached a point where he couldn’t breathe past the lust filling the air.

He excused himself demurely, slipping away from Blaine and Sebastian’s greedy hands. “I’ll be right back!” he promised with a laugh. The two boys were pouting at him, Blaine with his head tucked under Sebastian’s chin. “Two minutes! You won’t even miss me.”

“That’s impossible.” Kurt couldn’t tell at first who said the words -they were spoken too deeply and too quietly to be heard easily over the music- but then he saw Sebastian dip down and nuzzle against Blaine’s temple and he knew.

Resisting the temptation to ignore his body’s need for a break, Kurt flipped himself around quickly so he couldn’t be pulled back into the mass of lithe, writhing bodies.

——

Knowing the owner as he did, Kurt was able to sneak into the bathrooms at the back of the VIP section. They were much cleaner and more spacious than the ones in front and he could take his time instead of tripping over an unending line of anxious men. It was the best perk he could imagine and part of the reason they always returned to that particular club.

The boys of Dalton were often solicited by clubs and bars in the areas because their presence always brought in better attendance. A lot of places would hold special nights for them. Occasionally, they were on the clock and it was a paying gig or at least the owner wouldn’t charge them a cover and they’d get free drinks as long as they danced up some of the locals. But then there were nights like this one when they were simply there as anonymous boys looking for a good time.

It was the Dalton version of a field trip.

Kurt smirked at the thought, imagining other schoolboys being taken to state fairs and science museums. He took one last glance around the room, all neon lights and smokey atmosphere and swarms of hot barely-clothed men, then slipped into the bathroom.

The second the door shut behind him, silence surrounded him. The walls were intentionally thick to allow for a bit of peace and quiet and Kurt sighed gratefully at the reprieve.

He leaned over the sinks tiredly. He never felt the effects of dancing for 3 hours straight until he stopped and then suddenly a wave of soreness and exhaustion would overcome him. He splashed blissfully cool water on his face, drying it off with a paper towel that he wiped against his forehead and neck. As his temperature cooled and his other senses came back online, his ears perked up at the sound of rustling coming from one of the stalls. He turned around from inspecting his eyeliner and fixing the coif of his hair to see one of the mahogany doors rattling on its hinges.

Kurt assumed someone was about to exit, but then he heard a soft groan.

Oh.

Kurt smiled, hunkering down to see two sets of feet within the single stall. He had to clap a hand to his mouth to hold in a bark of laughter when he recognized the designer shoes of one of the boys. Jeff.

He must have taken one of his dance partners for “break.” Kurt leaned back against the porcelain behind him, making himself comfortable. He smirked when he saw Jeff’s jeans suddenly pool around his ankles. Ah, he’d made it just in time for the main event.

Kurt wasn’t embarrassed by the growing hardness in his own jeans. In fact, he embraced it -literally. As he heard a few more grunts and Jeff’s breathless voice saying “Yeah, yeah, there,” he cupped himself through his skinny jeans and squeezed.

He could guess by the foot placement that Jeff was bent over the toilet, his hands pressed against the back wall for support as his partner drilled into him from behind. Their feet were securely planted as they thrust together and Kurt planted his own shoulder-width apart so he could unbutton his fly and slide his hand under his briefs.

He closed his eyes, letting himself fall into fantasy with nothing but the dull throb of music and the wet smacks of coitus to guide him. He dragged a hand up under his shirt to trail over his fluttering stomach and his heaving chest. When he reached his nipples, he drew lazy circles around each until he had to suck in a quick breath to keep from moaning.

“Yes, fuck-ungggh-“

Kurt bit his lip hard, almost drawing blood, trying not to verbalize a similar exclamation. He tweaked one nipple between his fingers while his other hand slowly pumped his cock. His mind imagined Jeff opening up for his partner, always so wide and eager it almost took no effort to pound into him. There would be new rivulets of sweat trickling down his hairline, replacing the ones left over from dancing, and his mouth would be open as he begged for more. Jeff was such a beggar.

Kurt startled when he heard the door open next to him, but didn’t stop his movements as he waited to see who was about to intrude.

Blaine smiled after his head popped through the door. He looked like he was about to say something when he noticed Kurt’s hand down his pants and heard the gentle thuds coming from the nearby stall. Without a word, he approached the debauched Kurt in short order and lifted him up onto the countertop. He crowded in-between the other boy’s knees and leaned in for an unprompted kiss.

Kurt hummed happily against him, wrapping his legs around Blaine’s waist and rolling his body against him. He had to qualms about turning his solo act into something more.

Blaine reached between them quickly to unzip his slacks and pull Kurt free of his briefs and then let them rub together. They moved like that for a while. Every so often, the heads of their cocks would catch in just the right way and they would go from gentle rocks to erratic jerks while their kisses opened wider and went deeper.

All the while, behind them, they let Jeff and his companion speak for them.

“Oh god, it’s just- you’re so big. I always forget-“

Forget? Kurt’s curiosity was peaked, but he quickly lost his train of thought when Blaine sucked hard around his tongue.

“Mmm, yes. I-I’m close!”

Blaine murmured an agreement against Kurt’s lips, rutting faster than before. He’d been worked up on the dance floor for too long and was already on the verge of coming. Kurt racked the nails of one hand down Blaine’s back in response and then wrapped both arms tightly around his shoulders.

“Unh-I don- more, just a lit-tle, fuck me, yes!”

Kurt buried his head against Blaine’s neck, breaking their kisses in favor of biting the other boy to keep in his screams. He squeezed tighter around Blaine’s waist with his legs, so tight their was no longer a push and pull to their thrusts, just a constant pressure of cock-on-cock as they rode each other in perfect sync.

Both of them eventually tuned Jeff out, too overcome by their own sensations, which was why they were surprised when the blonde showed up at their side a minute later. His hair was in shambles -though, to be fair, it had been like that earlier too- and his eyes blood shot. Blaine stared back at him dumbly with a wide open mouth. He and Kurt were still angling for release.

Kurt couldn’t see Jeff with his head pressed to Blaine’s other side, but he could see Nick as he exited the bathroom stall and zipped up his pants.

“Nick!”

He hadn’t meant to say anything, but the other boy just grinned back at him and joined Jeff at the sink to clean up. Nick must have pulled Jeff away from the dance floor with the promise of a quickie. There wasn’t much else that separated Jeff from a good groove.

“Nice time for a ‘break,’ isn’t it?” Jeff teased Blaine, nudging his side and forcing him harder against Kurt.

“Ungh,” Kurt groaned out loud for the first time. He held on tighter with arms and legs, his rhythm unbroken by their surprise guests, and just as Jeff winked at them on his way out the door he and Blaine came with a shout.

——

They retired to the VIP lounge after that. Wes and David were already there, enjoying a few elaborate cocktails with fresh fruit and those tiny little umbrellas Trent liked to play with. Speaking of, Trent was chattering next to them while twirling one between his fingers.

Blaine waved as he approached with Kurt, his other hand intertwined with his best friend’s. He settled at the booth next to Wes, dropping all the way to the floor without a second thought. Kurt sat above him and provided his knees as back support. Blaine smiled up at him sweetly in thanks.

“You-ah, you missed some,” Wes laughed above him. Blaine quirked an eyebrow until the Head Warbler leaned down and swiped a finger from his chin to the curve of his bottom lip. When he pulled it away, there was a bit of Kurt’s come on it. “Such a messy eater.”

Blaine blushed, then took Wes’s finger into his mouth to clean it off. Right as Kurt was about to pet him for it, Sebastian arrived and collapsed down on the couch with his head in Kurt’s lap. “Seb!” Kurt laughed while smacking the boy’s arm.

“I’m exhausted,” Sebastian whined melodramatically. Not that he wasn’t always over-the-top about things. He turned his head so he could see Blaine and frowned enviously at the way his friend was leaning his head against Kurt’s knee. “Blaine,” he drawled thoughtfully, “come here.” He patted his thighs as if indicating Blaine should sit in his lap.

Blaine looked up at Kurt before complying and when his master shook his head ruefully, he stayed where he was.

“Stop it, Seb. You can’t have him just because you’re jealous.”

Sebastian shot up at that. “I am not!”

Wes burst into laughter. David and Trent were quick to follow.

“Yeah you are!” Trent shouted. He was bent in half, holding his stomach from laughing so hard.

Sebastian fumed good-naturedly. “All kidding aside, where’s my favorite sub anyways?” He glanced out the back of the lounge to the dance floor to try to pick Thad out from the masses.

“I thought I saw him dancing earlier,” David spoke up. But Wes was quick to shake his head, still chuckling behind one hand.

“No, no, I think he headed to the bar a minute ago.”

Sebastian scanned the room, landing on the bar, and saw Thad receiving a dirty martini. The rest of the Dalton boys went back to their conversations from earlier, but he kept his gaze trained on the slim Warbler. He could handle himself, but sometimes the Caregiver in him came out and it was harder for him to turn guys down. He wanted to please everyone.

Wes started talking about new songs they could sing at their next performance, most of his choices clearly influenced from the DJ’s catalog. Sebastian listened to their discussion with one ear, smiling when Kurt started stroking his hand soothingly. Blaine subtly shifted so he was still pressed against Kurt’s calf, but had one shoulder touching Sebastian and Sebastian had to resist the urge to ruffle his hair.

Never alone. It was an unwritten and unspoken code amongst the Warblers.

“Hey, wait, we can’t use any of those! Trent will tell the Canaries and they’ll steal them right out from under us!”

Sebastian glanced away from Thad at David’s words.

Trent guffawed. “Oh come on! I’m not a spy!”

When they started to squabble, Sebastian turned away again to resume his watch on Thad.

Thad who was suddenly surrounded by five very interested, very eager, very tall men. The second he saw his friend gesture negatively at one of them and try to slip away, Sebastian stood up.

“Seb?” Kurt asked.

Sebastian didn’t respond, just stood in place, waiting to see if one of the guys would give Thad any trouble. When one did, grabbing the slimmer boy’s arm to prevent his escape and shoving him back into the center of the circle of men, Sebastian strode over to intervene. The rest of the Dalton boys followed.

It was easy to break things up. Sebastian was the same size as the strangers, plus it was eight against five once Nick and Jeff joined in. They formed a barrier around Thad and shoved the drunken men back.

“Not tonight.”

That was all Sebastian said when one of them tried to start a fight.

“Hey, he wanted it!”

“I highly doubt that,” Sebastian spat, looking down his nose at them. “Regardless, we’re leaving. And he’s coming with us.”

They moved as one out the door, tipping their heads to the bartender and the owner who had walked in from the back. The bouncer tried to apologize as they hailed their driver, but Wes just waved him off.

“It’s okay. No one can handle themselves around Thad.”

Then, they all piled into their limo. No one commented when Sebastian sat Thad on his lap and wrapped his arms protectively around the flushed boy. Kurt leaned his head against Sebastian’s shoulder and wrapped his own arm around Blaine who nuzzled into his side. Nick and Jeff slouched along the side seat contentedly, while Wes, Trent and David continued their argument about song selection.

The night faded to black around them as they returned from whence they came, the world a passing blur.