Prompt Post #11
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Pairing - [Spoilers if any] - kinks or [FILL], in reply to a prompt
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PART TEN
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Of all the people Blaine had expected to see, Kurt was not one of them.
His mind knew that Kurt was in New York, so there was the off chance that they might one day run into each other. But he had never actually expected it to happen.
Not like this.
Not in some seedy club on the lower east side.
Not when it was close to 2am.
Not when Blaine had consumed one too many drinks.
If he was honest with himself, he would have to admit that he had imagined reuniting with Kurt many times. But in his fantasies he was always older, better looking, more successful...
He wasn’t like this.
But then, in Blaine’s fantasies, Kurt was different too.
He wasn’t on the dance floor wearing black leather pants and knee high Doc Martins. He wasn’t wearing eyeliner. He wasn’t being groped by at least three different guys and looking like he was having the time of his life. And he definitely wasn’t being eye fucked by every single guy and girl in a ten meter radius.
“Blaine?” Nick’s hand came down on his shoulder and squeezed. “Are you okay?”
Blaine’s jaw clenched. He knew he had no right to be jealous, not when he and Kurt had parted amicably the second Kurt graduated from McKinley to move to New York. But seeing Kurt be felt up by random strangers was igniting a possessiveness that Blaine hadn’t felt since high school.
Nick squinted in the direction Blaine was staring. “Is that Kurt?” he asked, his voice laced with awe and something else that Blaine really didn’t like.
“Don’t look at him,” Blaine snapped.
Nick tore his eyes away and smirked at Blaine. “I don’t think you have to worry about me looking, Anderson. He’s got his hand down some guys jeans.”
Blaine didn’t even realise he had made a move towards the dance floor until Nick grabbed his arm. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, buddy. Calm down.”
“You don’t understand,” Blaine said pointing to the dance floor. “That isn’t Kurt.”
“Sure looks like him.”
“No-” Blaine pressed his fingers into his eyes frustrated. “No, I mean, that isn’t Kurt. Kurt doesn’t do shit like that. He doesn't even like clubbing.”
Nick gave him a sympathetic smile. “Blaine, it’s been four years.”
“I realise that but-” Blaine took a breath and forced himself to relax. Nick was right, it had been four years. He had no right standing here getting defensive over an ex. He ran a hand through his hair, “Let’s go get a drink.”
Nick clapped his shoulder. “That’s my boy!”
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