It was about an hour and a half, or a few drinks later that Kurt saw Cathy slide into the seat next to him with a mans arms wrapped around her waist.

"Kurt!" He saw her eyes trying to focus. "Kurt. You will never believe who this is!"

He looked the man up and down and saw nobody he recognized. Just an averagely attractive male that was drunk off is rocker trying to score with his best friend. Kurt rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Who is it Cathy?" Was his voice starting to slur or was that just his ears?

"This." She said grabbing his shoulder, "This is...Greg." And then she started laughing hysterically and Greg leaned down to nibble her earlobe.

"How wonderful for you," he huffed and swung his chair around that way his back was to Cathy. He had lost Blaine in the crowd about a half hour ago, but he kept seeing Bill staring at him from various spots all around the room. Just watching. It was creeping him out.

This was the sight he turned to see when he swung his chair away from Cathy and her neanderthal of choice. Kurt narrowed his eyes but all Bill did was continue to keep staring at him with a smug smile on his face. Almost like he was planning something. The alcohol in Kurt's brain was telling him it would be a good idea to flip Bill off, so he did. All Bill did was start laughing.

Kurt scowled and turned that way he was halfway between Cathy and Greg, and Bill. He couldn't decide which sight was disgusting him more. Normally he and Cathy were each other's wingmen when they went out, but she must have known he wasn't going to be up for it and went out and found someone for herself. In his fuzzy mind this was a big enough reason to be pissed at her.

And upset that he wasn't off dancing with someone. Or sharing a drink with someone. Or having someone nibble on his ear...and by someone of course he meant Blaine. Where had he run off to anyway?

Wait...he couldn't be upset about Blaine not being next to him. Blaine had been dancing with some other asshole. And had made Kurt upset all day today. But for some reason his mind couldn't wrap his head around that. He wanted Blaine. And wanted him right now. To make all the pain in his heart go away. He had to find him but looking out into the moving mass of bodies that task was going to be impossible.

He snuffled as he watched the crowd. But then a slurping noise pulled him out of his thoughts.

"What's wrong Kurty bear?" Cathy said looking to far to her left with a fine line of spit still connecting her mouth to Greg's.

"Why do you have it so easy?! Sitting there with him!" Kurt knew he sounded like a whiny five year old but he had too much alcohol in his system to care.

"Because I don't have emotions!" She yelled throwing her arms into the air above her and wiggling around in her seat like she was trying to dance sitting down.

"You suck Cathy! You too Greg! You and your lips and your kissing and your sex. You all suck."

"Aw," Cathy said reaching out and slapping him across his cheek a little to hard to be playful, "it's okay Kurty. I still love you."

Kurt narrowed his eyes at her, "I don't love you back right now."

She smiled and giggled, "You don't mean that." Cathy wagged her finger at Kurt and then turned to Greg. "He doesn't mean that. Come here!" And she reached up and pulled his face back to hers again.

Kurt looked away and crossed his arms over his chest. He should just leave, just leave right now before something bad happened. But this was his one night a year to let loose, so shouldn't he take advantage of that?

Swinging his chair around so hard he almost knocked himself off it he faced the bar once more. He put his elbow down on the table and rested his chin on his fist waiting for the bartender to come back over. Kurt knew it wouldn't take very long since the man had taken a liking to him. Sure enough he came walking back over, smirking a few seconds later.

"What would you like now, babe?"

"An apple martini please."

"Aw, sweetie are you slowing down. And here I thought I was going to get lucky." The man teased the glint never leaving his eye.

"I may be slowing down. But just enough so I can actually move later on." Kurt winked.

"I knew you were something else the moment you sat down. I'll get your drink now superstar." Kurt watched his ass as he walked away and decided it suddenly had more swing to it. He giggled, flirting was fun. But this wasn't as much fun as it would be flirting with Blaine...Kurt pouted and when the bartender came back with his drink he swung back around before he had a chance to say anything.

He started scanning the room for the hundredth time tonight. Once again looking for Blaine. His drunken mind didn't nearly seem as mad at Blaine as his sober one did. For once, Kurt didn't really mind. It was nice to give his brain a break and let his heart and his body take over for a while, he should do this more often. But with Blaine. Because Blaine loved him. Kurt giggled to himself again, Blaine loved him. He would never say no.

Yet again his search proved Blaine-less. But it was also Bill-less this time. This was the first time that Kurt had lost track of Bill the whole night. He shrugged and sipped his martini. His eyes searched the room again but this time for anybody cute that was also gay. Kurt was adamant that he was not going home alone tonight and if it wasn't going to be Blaine...it was at least going to be someone cute.

It took him a few minutes but Kurt had finally picked someone out. It was a man who was taller than him, obviously drunk and obviously gay. He wasn't up for a challenge tonight anyway. He hopped off the barstool and took a few staggering steps when he heard a familiar voice close to him coming from his right.

"Where are you going?"

Kurt turned his head and grimaced, "I'm going to dance. Leave me alone Bill."

He started to walk away when he felt a hand on his shoulder pull him back.

"Let go!" Kurt tried to squirm out of his grip but Bill held on tighter.

"You are not dancing with anyone, not unless it's me," Bill practically growled at Kurt and he started fighting more.

"Get your hand, off of me!" Kurt screeched hoping that maybe Cathy would hear him and get him out of this whole mess.

"No," Bill answered simply and squeezed down even more which made Kurt struggle harder. Now Kurt was scared. Why couldn't Cathy hear him?

"Hey! He said let go," said a voice off to his right. He knew that voice, that was one of his favorite sounds in the whole world. Kurt watched in awe as Blaine walked up to them, confidence and anger radiating out of his pores. Kurt was never happier to see him.

"Blaine," he breathed and Bill's hand shook him.

"He said," Blaine gritted out through his teeth, "to let go."

"And what are you gonna do about it, short stuff? You hurt him and he came to me. He screamed at me about how much he hated you. Do you really think he wants you?" Bill said, his voice full of venom. Kurt winced but Blaine stood his ground. Never flinching, never breaking eye contact.

"Was that before or after you took advantage of him when he wasn't capable of thinking clearly?"

"Watch it Anderson." Bill growled, the hand on Kurt's shoulder never loosening.

Blaine took a step forward that way he was right in front of Bill. Even though Bill towered over him the look in Blaine's eyes was pure hatred.

"You listen to me. You are nothing but a coward. You intentionally took advantage of someone I care about when you knew he was drunk. That is one of the lowest things a person can do. You are nothing to me. And Kurt...I can't live without. So take your fucking hand, off of his shoulder before I get someone to come kick you out of here. And don't think I won't tell Harvey exactly what you did."

Kurt's jaw dropped. It was only a rare few times he had ever heard Blaine speak in such a manner. Blaine wasn't even blinking as he stared Bill down, waiting for him to back off since Blaine knew he had the upper hand.

Finally the grip on Kurt's shoulder loosened. He felt Bill put his hand in the middle of his upper back and shove, hard. Kurt lost his footing and fell forward bracing himself for the hit that was about to come. But it never did. Blaine had moved right in time to catch him and Kurt ended up with his face in Blaine's chest instead of the floor. Kurt instinctively wrapped his hands around Blaine's neck and felt warm arms wrap around his waist in response.

"Coward," Blaine growled under his breath. "What were you thinking Kurt? Him? Asshole." He said a bit louder even though Kurt had not detached himself from Blaine.

Kurt stood up straighter but still didn't move his arms. Instead he started to play with one of the curls on the back of Blaine's neck. He twirled the soft hair through his fingers on his right hand.

"Kurt?" Blaine questioned, trying to take a step back but Kurt just moved with him. Blaine's arms were still heavy around his waist so he didn't see why he should let go either.

"You saved me." Kurt cooed into Blaine's left ear. Blaine's whole body shuddered and Kurt left himself smile in victory.

Blaine cleared his throat nervously and dropped his arms. "Umm yeah. But it didn't exactly take Superman or anything."

"Doesn't matter to me." Kurt whispered and moved his head away from Blaine's ear that way his breath blew over Blaine's face. Blaine blinked a few times.

"Jeeze, did you bathe in booze?"

Blaine reached behind his neck and gently forced Kurt's hands away from where they were starting to move up through his hair slowly. Kurt pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, huffing air out through his lips.

"What's gotten into you? Besides your weight in alcohol."

Kurt smirked and he slid forward that way his body was flush with Blaine's. "I want you." And he swore he could feel Blaine's heartbeat through the two layers of clothes, or was that just his own?

"Whoa!" Blaine yelped, jumping away from Kurt. "That's a total turnaround from the past...7 years."

"Whatever," Kurt breathed and stepped toward Blaine again but this time Blaine was prepared and Kurt walked into his hands instead of him. "What's your problem?!" He yelled.

"Kurt..." he started, but stopped when he saw a look of devastation on Kurt's face.

"Don't- You don't want me anymore, do you?" Kurt whispered his voice full of tears. Rejection hit him hard and it traveled instantly through his whole body. Kurt felt his heart breaking again at the thought. Blaine had practically been begging for him back and here he was, ready, and Blaine didn't want him. He should have known-

"God damn it! Of course I want you! Can't you see how much I'm struggling saying no?! But I will not do this with you drunk. Your heart and head have to want this. Not just your body. I won't take advantage of you like-" Blaine's words cut off as that look of hatred came back. Kurt hated that look.

"You're silly. Now come here and kiss me." Kurt reached out to wrap his arms around Blaine again but Blaine was to quick and pulled away.

"No. Not like this." There was pain in Blaine's eyes and Kurt figured if he pushed him far enough Blaine would snap. He just had to get him to that point.

"Please Blaine," Kurt whined changing his tactics.

Blaine ran both of his hands through his hair and Kurt could really see how much Blaine was struggling with whatever his internal dilemma was. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, whether he was frustrated with Kurt or himself, Kurt couldn't tell. Maybe if he pushed a little bit more...

"Show me that you still love me. Prove it to me."

Blaine groaned, Kurt smirked. "You are going to be the death of me Kurt Hummel."

Seeing this as an opportunity, Kurt pounced on Blaine. Taken aback Blaine's arms immediately pulled Kurt closer and Kurt giggled in happiness. He leaned back down to Blaine's ear and whispered lowly, "No dying allowed. At least not until I get to fuck you." Kurt finished the sentence by licking the shell of Blaine's ear.

He felt more than heard the moan that went through Blaine's whole body. Blaine seemed to shake with the force of it. His arms tightened more and Kurt breathed in a sharp breath of sweet victory and the next thing he knew he was out of Blaine's embrace. But Blaine had somehow latched his his hand onto Kurt's right one.

"I can't Kurt. I can't do the same thing to you as that douche bag!" Blaine's voice broke.

"But I'm asking you for it. It's different. Please Blaine? Please?"

Blaine stared at Kurt brokenly, like he was seeing him for the first time. His eyes were full of wonder and sadness, like it was literately paining him to keep saying no. His curls were falling into his eyes and it just made the whole pained look even more sad. But Kurt wasn't going to give up. He needed Blaine.

However, Blaine was pulling on Kurt's arm. Dragging him through the club. Twisting around bodies and squeezing them through spaces Kurt thought they would never make it through. He had no idea where Blaine was taking them until they stood in front of the large platform that the DJ was standing on. The music was louder here and Kurt could feel the vibrations from the bass though his whole body.

Turning around to face him, Blaine put one hand on each of his shoulders and mouthed 'Wait here,' to him. Kurt smiled and nodded as he started to swing his hips to the beat showing Blaine that he was content where he was. Blaine watched him for a few long seconds before wrenching his eyes away and jumping up the few steps to the DJ.

Kurt watched as Blaine yelled something over the music to the man. But the music was much to loud so Kurt couldn't hear a word he was saying so he just kept dancing. He saw the DJ make a face and shake his head no and then Blaine was slipping him a tip. Kurt had never seen someone bribe a DJ to play a song before, what was Blaine doing? The DJ seemed as shocked as Kurt, but nodded and Blaine grinned happily before jogging back down the few steps.

The music's volume dipped a little and Kurt watched as the DJ leaned down to his mic to start talking.

"So we've got an unusually bad request. But lets just take a moment to appreciate how much better music has gotten in the last ten or so years okay?" Kurt felt the laughter from the people around him and he looked at Blaine, who was now back by his side, in confusion. But all Blaine did was smile and look back to the DJ waiting. They both watched as the DJ shook his head but the song changed anyway.

The familiar 'dun, dun, dun' of the song filled Kurt's body and he turned to look at Blaine with his mouth wide open. Blaine had his hand out stretched and was smiling from ear to ear as Katy Perry's voice filled the entire club. Kurt laughed and shook his head but took Blaine's hand anyway. He pulled them into the throng of moving bodies and wrapped one arm around Kurt's waist and held the other hand out. Kurt moved his arm to Blaine's shoulder's and let him lead the old fashioned dance in the middle of a night club.

Through the whole first half of the song Blaine was mouthing the words to Kurt. Kurt's heart swelled but he was still not okay with all the distance between his and Blaine's body. Kurt knew when the line was coming, having listened to this song on repeat for months, so right before Katy sang the words he was waiting for he dropped Blaine's hand and pulled him tight against his body. It was perfect timing as he whispered into Blaine's ear, "this is real, so take a chance."

Before Blaine could react, someone was trying to pull Kurt away from him. Kurt screamed and latched on tighter to the body of the man in front of him, fighting whoever was trying to get him to detach himself. Blaine's own arms tightened and pulled, wrenching Kurt out of the other person's grip. Stepping around Kurt, Blaine stood in front of him, protecting him.

"How many times, do I have to tell you? He's mine." Blaine hissed out through his teeth.

Bill grinned wickedly, "Not yet he's not. This isn't over." And without another word he stalked away.

Blaine turned back around to face Kurt and saw the fear in his eyes. Instantly he pulled Kurt into his arms, and Kurt buried his face into Blaine's neck. His whole body was shaking and now he needed Blaine more than ever to make him forget. To wash away all of Bill's touches.

"Kurt," Teenage Dream was still playing in the background, "I'm sorry I had to say that, I know you're not mine. But I had to do something. Man, I hate that guy!"

"I don't care about what you said. Just make me forget him, make me forget my mistakes. I need you to."

"I-I can't. Not tonight. I can't take advantage of you. I'll never be able to live with myself if I do that to you. You deserve so much more than that."

"I don't give a fuck about what I deserve!" Kurt screamed. "I just want you!"

Kurt watched as something in Blaine's eyes seemed to snap. A low groan ripped out of Blaine's throat and before he knew what had happened, Blaine crashed his mouth down onto his. Kurt gave a small yelp through the kiss in triumph. This kiss was anything but slow and chaste. Blaine's teeth raked across Kurt's upper lip as his hands snuck down to Kurt's ass and pulled Kurt's lower body against his own.

Gasping Kurt pushed his tongue fast and hard into Blaine's mouth. Their teeth clinked in the rush of them fighting over who got to be closer to who. Blaine won dominance and forced his tongue into Kurt's mouth. He explored quickly and roughly, knowing exactly where to touch to make Kurt react. After skillfully tickling the back of Kurt's teeth, Kurt involuntarily thrust his hips into Blaine's.

Kurt could feel that Blaine had enjoyed the kiss just as much as he had when their groins made firm contact, he relished in the feeling until Blaine stopped. He had quickly yanked his mouth back and started gasping for air. Kurt watched and whined at the loss. Beginning to move his hips slowly against Blaine's, trying to reel him back in. Kurt smirked when Blaine groaned loudly.

Blaine reached up to Kurt's ear and slowly said, "Do you feel that? Do you feel how much I want you? Does that prove myself to you?"

Kurt whimpered and breathed, "Yes."

"Good," Blaine said grinning against Kurt's ear before stepping back that way they were no longer touching.

"Hey! Where are you going?!" Kurt was outraged. Blaine had finally caved and now he was pulling away, again.

"I'm not going anywhere. But I told you I'm not having sex with you, or doing anything sexual," Blaine corrected when Kurt started to protest, "while you are intoxicated. It has to be you who wants it. Not the alcohol in you."

"But-" Kurt started.

"No buts. However, I do have to get you out of here before I lose my self control again. You are way too sexy for your own good sometimes, you know that?"

Before Kurt could answer Blaine had grabbed his hand again and was pulling him through the crowd to the exit.

Almost to the door the pair ran into Cathy who was nursing a drink while Greg was grinding into her ass.

"Perfect! I'm so thirsty!" Kurt yelled and grabbed the drink out of Cathy's hand and downing the rest of it in one gulp. After, he shook his head and a small 'whoa' came out of his lips.

"Umm, Cathy...what was that?" Blaine asked, concerned. Kurt giggled despite the pain burning his throat.

Cathy shrugged, "Vodka."

"And?" He pressed.

"More vodka?"

Blaine groaned and Kurt giggled even more. Blaine started to pull on him again, "Cathy I'm getting him out of here before Bill attacks him again. Or he attacks me again..."

"Okay," she waved in the wrong direction, "have fun with your butt sex!"

"Right." Blaine said in a clipped voice and started pulling harder on Kurt's hand.

Blaine was pulling him out the door as Kurt giggled, "See! Even Cathy wants us to do it!"

Except Kurt had basically screamed it, trying to make Blaine hear him over the music. But now they were outside and the whole line of people waiting to get in had overheard. Blaine blushed crimson but Kurt just giggled more and leaned into Blaine.

"Come on, Kurt." Blaine said tugging him in the other direction.

"Where are we going Blaine?"

"I'm bringing you back to my apartment. Rachel will kill me if I bring you home like this. Plus I wanna keep my eye on you in case you drown yourself when you start throwing up."

"When we get back there, can we have sex?" Kurt said right into Blaine's ear. The alcohol from Cathy taking a fast effect. Through Kurt's eyes he had just seemed to grow even more desirable the more he resisted. Pushing harder and harder seemed to be the only way for him to get what he wanted.

"No, we can't."

"Aw Blaine, why not? It'd be fun! Lots and lots of fun."

Blaine groaned as Kurt licked the shell of his ear again. He stepped away from Kurt to the edge of the sidewalk and hailed a taxi. There were lots around because of the club so it didn't take very long. When it pulled up Kurt watched Blaine open the door to the backseat and come back to get him.

Kurt looked at him with heavily lidded eyes and was watching him hungrily. Blaine himself wearing a look that was easily able to see exactly where his mind was. Kurt smirked in triumph.

"Come on Kurt. In you go."

Giggling, Kurt lurched forward and Blaine went to steady him before he fell face first into the cab. Kurt felt Blaine's hand on the top of his head that way he ducked and didn't hit his head. His brain was so fuzzy, and this seemed like the nicest gesture anyone had ever done for him.

When Blaine plopped down himself he quickly muttered his address to the cabbie and then Kurt pounced on Blaine with tears in his eyes.

"You," he said slurring, "are so nice for letting me not hit my head."

Blaine pushed Kurt off a little that way Kurt was only sitting extremely close next to him, instead of on top of him. Blaine laughed when Kurt didn't seem to notice.

"It was no problem. You would have done the same for me. If you could remember your own name right now..."

"I know my name!" He said defensively. "It's Kurt! And you're Blaine. You're so pretty Blaine..." Kurt poked his cheek while he stared at him in wonder.

Quiet laughter shook through Blaine's body and Kurt looked at him confused. Blaine was a little fuzzy around the edges when he shook his head and said, "You are very pretty too Kurt."

Kurt put his hand on the inside of Blaine's knee. Blaine started to fidget at the contact. Kurt leaned to Blaine's ear and tried to whisper but it came out a lot louder than he was intending, "Let me fuck you then. We'd make pretty babies."

Now Kurt's hand was slowly moving toward Blaine's groin. Rubbing slowly and with a firm pressure. Blaine slapped his hand away quickly, especially because he heard the cabbie cough uncomfortably.

"No touching Kurt. We keep our hands to ourselves when we are intoxicated okay?"

Kurt pouted but leaned down on Blaine's shoulder anyway. He smiled in content and closed his eyes, maybe that would make everything stop spinning...

It seemed like he had closed his eyes for thirty seconds when Blaine was shaking him and pulling on his arm to move.

"I don't wanna move!" Kurt said grumpily.

"You have to. Come on, come on up to bed."

Kurt widened his eyes. Bed? Bed sounded lovely. Maybe bed with Blaine was worth all the effort it was to move. Slowly he slid to the end of the seat and reached his arms up waiting for Blaine to help him. He scowled when Blaine laughed.

"What's so funny?" He asked once he was on his feet. He heard the cab door slam and drive off quickly.

"You," Blaine said simply taking his arm and helping him up to the door of the building the cab had dropped them off at. Kurt was thankful for his help, walking was hard.

Blaine led them into the building and down a short hallway before he started to fumble for his keys. "I knew there was a reason I picked an apartment on the first floor," he mumbled. Kurt just "mmm'd" and leaned heavily into Blaine, standing was hard too.

The door swung open and Blaine reached for the light switch that was just inside the door on the right. Kurt winced at the harsh lighting that was now filling his eyes.

"Sorry," Blaine apologized. "Just come with me and we'll get you to bed."

Taking both of Kurt's hands in his Blaine marched down to his bedroom. The whole time Kurt was just staring at Blaine in wonder. Blaine walked them over to the edge of his queen sized bed and eased Kurt down into a sitting position.

"Do we have sex now?" He asked looking up at Blaine, then down to his crotch. Blaine leaned down that way he was eye level with Kurt.

"Tomorrow. When you are sober, if you still want to, I will gladly let you. Deal?"

Kurt made a face but he seemed to realize that that was the best offer he was going to get, he looked Blaine in the eyes, "Deal." Blaine smiled sadly in response.

"Why are you sad?" Kurt said putting one hand on the side of Blaine's face.

"Don't worry about it. Just-Just go to sleep." Blaine's voice was thick, but he said not to worry about it...

Shrugging, Kurt snuggled himself down at the top of the bed, resting his head on one of the pillows. He closed his eyes and suddenly realized just how tired he was. But he had to say something before he fell asleep.

"Blaine?" He called softly.

"I'm right here sweetheart."

"I love you," Kurt whispered not opening his eyes and smiling.

He felt Blaine kiss each one of his eyelids softly before whispering, "I love you, too."