Dream A Little Dream Of Me (2/?)
Media: Fic
Title: Dream A Little Dream Of Me (2/?)
Author: musiclover48
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Pairings: endgame!Blaine/Kurt, mentions of past Kurt/Chandler & Blaine/Sebastian, & other pairings/characters to be included later
Spoilers: none
Warnings: AU, sexual suggestions/situations, foul language, etc.
Word Count: 2413
Summary: Up-and-coming author Blaine Anderson draws inspiration for his books from his never-ending dreams of an amazing, gorgeous boy called Kurt. The thing is, he doesn't quite realize that Kurt, a Broadway hopeful attending NYADA, does indeed exist. This is their story.
Author's Note: None, actually. Except that I hope you spread the word of this story to your friends? Other than that, I'm good.
Previous Chapter
- - - -
If Kurt was being completely honest, he wasn't all that big on going to bars or clubs like everyone else was. He went once in a while, if anything. Going out, getting drunk, and sleeping with some random stranger didn't appeal to him at all. That being said, his break-up with Chandler was enough to make him want to do the total opposite - he wanted to go out to a hot club, get wasted, and have mind-blowing sex he'd probably have a trouble remembering the morning after. Some would call him crazy, others would call him courageous. He was going to go with the whole courageous deal, because it helped make him feel fierce rather than slutty.
Now when it came to dressing up for a night on the town, Kurt was hopelessly confused. He searched through his entire wardrobe until he found something he could somewhat work with. In the end, he settled for a snug-fitting plain black shirt, an old pair of jeans he found in the back of his closet (that made his ass look awesome, thank you very much), and a pair of black laced mid-high boots. It was a pretty good outfit in his opinion, but he wasn't quite sure if it was right for going out.
"Do I look good?" Kurt asked Rachel once she arrived at his apartment. "I'm trying to go for casual, but not too casual that I make myself look like a tasteless slob."
"Kurt, you look stunning, as usual-" She paused, surveying his outfit, and then added, "-and those jeans make your butt look amazing. Are they new?"
Oh yeah, he thought with a satisfied grin, I'm going to do just fine at the club.
- -
"I'm not going."
"Blaine," David sighed in frustration, turning from the passenger's seat of Jeff's car to glare at his friend, "we'll already be at Splash in, like, five minutes. You no longer have a say in this."
"But I never wanted to go out!" Blaine exclaimed, looking around at his friends angrily. Flint and Trent were too busy making out in the back to care, but he got vaguely sympathetic looks from Nick and Jeff.
"We just want you to get out and have a good time, y'know?" Nick spoke up, nudging Blaine with a faint smile. "Ever since you and Sebastian broke up, you've been kind of down."
"Which does nothing to help with your writing," David piped in, which made Blaine question his motives.
"Did Wes put you up to this?" Blaine questioned. Now that Wes and David were dating, Wes would often ask David to 'talk some sense' into Blaine (which never worked, of course).
"No, I'm actually doing this as a friend, not your publicist's boyfriend," David replied sincerely. He resisted the urge to laugh when Blaine started pouting. "Dude, chill out. You're gonna have guys all up on you in there."
"But that's the thing - I don't want them all up on me," Blaine persisted, frowning.
"Whatever," Jeff scoffed, glaring at the writer from his rearview mirror, "you'll change your mind when you're drunk."
- -
"So let me get this straight," Rachel practically shouted over the loud music of the club, "you found Chandler and his ex screwing on your couch, you fought, then you kicked them both out?"
"Pretty much," he replied and downed another shot, slamming his glass down so the (attractive) bartender could give him another. "You make it sound so simple though, which is weird considering you always find a way to make things complicated."
"Break-ups are pretty simple for me," she explained as she delicately slipped her appletini. "I've gone through plenty of them and have a lot of experience because of it. Splitting isn't a bad thing, especially if it's an unhealthy relationship-"
"Now there's the Rachel Berry I know," he teased, earning a playful glare. "Oh, you know I love you, Rach."
"And I love you too, so lay off the shots before you get alcohol poisoning," she snorted and snatched his shot glass from his hand. "Now, you need to go out there and - oh."
"Oh?" He repeated, looking to where her gaze had fallen. "I don't see what you're seeing."
"Chandler is over there!" She gasped dramatically and pointed to the DJ booth, where Kurt saw Chandler grinding up against a guy - no, not just any guy,Sebastian. Chandler had the decency to look embarrassed when he realized Kurt saw them, but Sebastian merely waved and pulled Chandler in for a passionate kiss. "Is he with that Sebastian guy?"
"Yes," he ground before snatching her appletini and downing the remainder of it. Now he was the right amount of tipsy to really have some fun."If I'm not back in thirty minutes, it means I got a hot piece of ass and you can go home, alright?"
He felt bad for leaving her at the bar since he was the one to invite her out in the first place, but he really needed to show Chandler that he was better off without him. If that meant he needed to grind on a few guys and make a public display of going home with one (all within view of Sebastian and Chandler), then so be it. He could worry about it tomorrow morning.
- -
After his friends (mainly Jeff and Nick) threw shots and beers and other alcoholic concoctions his way, Blaine was led onto the dance floor, wedged between David and Flint as the drinks gradually took effect. Once he got into the swing of things (aka was too tipsy to care anymore), he slipped into the crowd with a grin. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad, right? Or maybe that was the alcohol talking. Frankly, he didn't give a damn.
After (drunkenly) declining the advances of a group of rather rough-looking guys looking for "a good time in the back", he accidentally bumped into a slightly taller man. His vision was hazy for a moment thanks to the numerous neon lights illuminating the dance floor, so he found himself grabbing the stranger for support, which the man didn't seem to mind all too much from the sly smirk he gave Blaine.
"Sorry," Blaine laughed as he flashed the man an apologetic look, "I'm a little out of it right now."
"Oh, that's fine," the stranger giggled, slipping his arms around Blaine's neck. "Mind if I snag you for a dance? It's the least you could do for bumping into me, after all, um..."
"Blaine," he replied breathlessly, "and you are?"
"Kurt," the man replied with a dazzling smile. "Pleasure to meet you, Blaine."
His name was Kurt.
Kurt.
Just like the boy in his dreams.
Blaine took a slight step back to survey the man - young man, he realized upon closer inspection - and had to admit, he was stunning. His skin was practically flawless (how was that even possible?) and his eyes - god, his eyes - were brilliantly bright pools of cerulean that Blaine could find himself getting lost in. His hair was slightly tousled, but clearly meant to look like that. Then there were his clothes, which left nothing to the imagination. His jeans outlined the curves of his hips and the swell of his ass, all the while accenting his long, lean legs at the same time. When he raised his arms in any manner, his skin-tight shirt lifted and revealed a tantalizing strip of skin.
Actually, if Blaine didn't know better, this boy really did look like Kurt Hummel - a living, breathing, completely real Kurt Hummel. Too tipsy to properly function, he figured dancing the night away with this guy could help rid the constant craving for his dream boy out of his system. Granted, it could also make his infatuation that much worse, but Blaine was going to live in the moment and just go with it.
"Sure," Blaine finally replied with a faint grin, "I'd really like that."
Kurt returned the grin and pulled him deeper into the crowd, his gaze set on a couple grinding in the heart of the dance floor. As soon as Blaine saw them, his stomach lurched in dread. It was Sebastian with some other guy, who Blaine could only assume was the same guy he'd been dumped for (if their kissing was any indication). He scowled when Sebastian spotted the two and blew Blaine a taunting kiss, which made him absolutely furious.
"You know Sebastian?" Kurt scoffed as he pulled Blaine close, an eyebrow raised in question.
"He's my ex," Blaine replied bitterly and grabbed Kurt's waist rather roughly. "How do you know him?"
"Found him fucking my boyfriend - now ex-boyfriend - in my apartment," Kurt explained as he grabbed two shot glasses from a nearby waiter, handing one to Blaine. "The guy he's dancing with, actually."
"Small world," Blaine chuckled before they downed their shots, the vodka leaving his throat dry and scratchy.
He blanked out for a moment, no doubt due to all the liquor he was downing, but when he finally came back to reality, he found the shot glasses gone and his hands instead gripping Kurt's ass while the brunette danced against him. He looked around confusedly before noticing Sebastian and Kurt's ex staring at them angrily.
Kurt's mind was hazy from all of the drinking he'd done throughout the night, so it really wasn't his fault when he got vivacious and began grinding against Blaine, winking at Chandler and Sebastian as he did so (the looks on their faces were completely worth it). Although, Blaine didn't seem to be quite that into it.
"Enjoying yourself?" Kurt murmured into Blaine's ear, running his fingers through the man's curly hair. He then added with a slight slur, "You seem a little down, babe."
Blaine chuckled and began moving in time with Kurt, their hips colliding while at the same time swaying together with the beat of the music. "You couldn't be more wrong, baby."
- -
"Hey!" David called to Nick and Jeff, who were trying to woo a brunette girl they'd happened upon at the bar. "Have you seen Blaine?"
"No," Nick replied quickly before turning his attention back to the girl. "So you don't have a boyfriend, right - um, what's your name again?"
"Rachel," she sighed before turning away from him, "and look, I'm just here for - Kurt! Kurt, thank god, there you are!"
Kurt, holding onto the hand of someone she couldn't quite make out, slapped a twenty in her hand breathlessly. "Get a taxi home. I've got plans tonight-"
"Plans?" She gasped, looking at him with wide eyes. "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, you can't just abandon me-"
"Love you Rach," he giggled, slightly drunk, and pecked her cheek before turning to Blaine with a sultry grin. "Let's head back to your place?"
"Sure," Blaine murmured into his ear, nibbling at his earlobe. Just as drunkenly, he turned to David and said, "You guys have fun. I'm going home with Kurt here, alright?"
"Wait, what?" David exclaimed in worry. "No, Blaine, you've got to meet with Wes in the morning! He'll kill me if you-"
"Not my problem!" Blaine laughed, cutting off his friend. He began leading Kurt toward the exit, leaving their friends behind in a dumbfounded daze.
"Wow," Jeff muttered, staring at the retreating couple before turning back to Rachel with what he hoped was a seductive smolder. "Want us to help you home?"
"I'm fine on my own!" Rachel snapped and pushed the two boys away. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going home to my boyfriend, so back off!"
- -
The taxi ride to Blaine's apartment was quite a wake-up call for Kurt, who now found himself second-guessing his choices with the alcohol gradually losing its effect on him. Blaine was too preoccupied with leaving sloppy hickeys on his neck to actually talk to him, so it gave Kurt some time to think.
What was he even doing? He felt so embarrassed for his actions back at the club and he felt even worse for leaving Rachel to fend for herself when he was the one to invite her out with him in the first place. Not only that, but he was going home with an unbearably drunk guy that probably thought he was going to get laid tonight - the poor guy was being led on for crying out loud.
Fuck, Kurt thought bitterly, I feel like such a hoe.
"You alright, Kurt?" Blaine slurred, looking at Kurt expectantly.
"Fine," Kurt stammered as his hands began to shake, mainly due to nerves. "Just fine, um, Blaine."
"Good," Blaine replied, smiling as he looked out the window. "Oh, look! We're here!"
"You're way too happy for a drunk," Kurt muttered under his breath whileBlaine paid the taxi driver when their cab came to a halt. Kurt braced against the chilly night air when Blaine opened the door, the curly-haired man jumping out excitedly.
"You coming?" Blaine asked and expectantly held his hand out, eyes bright and suddenly more electrified than before. God, how was Kurt supposed to let this guy down?
Kurt, swallowing the lump forming in his throat, took Blaine's hand with shaking fingers. "Yes, I'm coming."
Next Chapter
Title: Dream A Little Dream Of Me (2/?)
Author: musiclover48
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Pairings: endgame!Blaine/Kurt, mentions of past Kurt/Chandler & Blaine/Sebastian, & other pairings/characters to be included later
Spoilers: none
Warnings: AU, sexual suggestions/situations, foul language, etc.
Word Count: 2413
Summary: Up-and-coming author Blaine Anderson draws inspiration for his books from his never-ending dreams of an amazing, gorgeous boy called Kurt. The thing is, he doesn't quite realize that Kurt, a Broadway hopeful attending NYADA, does indeed exist. This is their story.
Author's Note: None, actually. Except that I hope you spread the word of this story to your friends? Other than that, I'm good.
Previous Chapter
- - - -
If Kurt was being completely honest, he wasn't all that big on going to bars or clubs like everyone else was. He went once in a while, if anything. Going out, getting drunk, and sleeping with some random stranger didn't appeal to him at all. That being said, his break-up with Chandler was enough to make him want to do the total opposite - he wanted to go out to a hot club, get wasted, and have mind-blowing sex he'd probably have a trouble remembering the morning after. Some would call him crazy, others would call him courageous. He was going to go with the whole courageous deal, because it helped make him feel fierce rather than slutty.
Now when it came to dressing up for a night on the town, Kurt was hopelessly confused. He searched through his entire wardrobe until he found something he could somewhat work with. In the end, he settled for a snug-fitting plain black shirt, an old pair of jeans he found in the back of his closet (that made his ass look awesome, thank you very much), and a pair of black laced mid-high boots. It was a pretty good outfit in his opinion, but he wasn't quite sure if it was right for going out.
"Do I look good?" Kurt asked Rachel once she arrived at his apartment. "I'm trying to go for casual, but not too casual that I make myself look like a tasteless slob."
"Kurt, you look stunning, as usual-" She paused, surveying his outfit, and then added, "-and those jeans make your butt look amazing. Are they new?"
Oh yeah, he thought with a satisfied grin, I'm going to do just fine at the club.
- -
"I'm not going."
"Blaine," David sighed in frustration, turning from the passenger's seat of Jeff's car to glare at his friend, "we'll already be at Splash in, like, five minutes. You no longer have a say in this."
"But I never wanted to go out!" Blaine exclaimed, looking around at his friends angrily. Flint and Trent were too busy making out in the back to care, but he got vaguely sympathetic looks from Nick and Jeff.
"We just want you to get out and have a good time, y'know?" Nick spoke up, nudging Blaine with a faint smile. "Ever since you and Sebastian broke up, you've been kind of down."
"Which does nothing to help with your writing," David piped in, which made Blaine question his motives.
"Did Wes put you up to this?" Blaine questioned. Now that Wes and David were dating, Wes would often ask David to 'talk some sense' into Blaine (which never worked, of course).
"No, I'm actually doing this as a friend, not your publicist's boyfriend," David replied sincerely. He resisted the urge to laugh when Blaine started pouting. "Dude, chill out. You're gonna have guys all up on you in there."
"But that's the thing - I don't want them all up on me," Blaine persisted, frowning.
"Whatever," Jeff scoffed, glaring at the writer from his rearview mirror, "you'll change your mind when you're drunk."
- -
"So let me get this straight," Rachel practically shouted over the loud music of the club, "you found Chandler and his ex screwing on your couch, you fought, then you kicked them both out?"
"Pretty much," he replied and downed another shot, slamming his glass down so the (attractive) bartender could give him another. "You make it sound so simple though, which is weird considering you always find a way to make things complicated."
"Break-ups are pretty simple for me," she explained as she delicately slipped her appletini. "I've gone through plenty of them and have a lot of experience because of it. Splitting isn't a bad thing, especially if it's an unhealthy relationship-"
"Now there's the Rachel Berry I know," he teased, earning a playful glare. "Oh, you know I love you, Rach."
"And I love you too, so lay off the shots before you get alcohol poisoning," she snorted and snatched his shot glass from his hand. "Now, you need to go out there and - oh."
"Oh?" He repeated, looking to where her gaze had fallen. "I don't see what you're seeing."
"Chandler is over there!" She gasped dramatically and pointed to the DJ booth, where Kurt saw Chandler grinding up against a guy - no, not just any guy,Sebastian. Chandler had the decency to look embarrassed when he realized Kurt saw them, but Sebastian merely waved and pulled Chandler in for a passionate kiss. "Is he with that Sebastian guy?"
"Yes," he ground before snatching her appletini and downing the remainder of it. Now he was the right amount of tipsy to really have some fun."If I'm not back in thirty minutes, it means I got a hot piece of ass and you can go home, alright?"
He felt bad for leaving her at the bar since he was the one to invite her out in the first place, but he really needed to show Chandler that he was better off without him. If that meant he needed to grind on a few guys and make a public display of going home with one (all within view of Sebastian and Chandler), then so be it. He could worry about it tomorrow morning.
- -
After his friends (mainly Jeff and Nick) threw shots and beers and other alcoholic concoctions his way, Blaine was led onto the dance floor, wedged between David and Flint as the drinks gradually took effect. Once he got into the swing of things (aka was too tipsy to care anymore), he slipped into the crowd with a grin. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad, right? Or maybe that was the alcohol talking. Frankly, he didn't give a damn.
After (drunkenly) declining the advances of a group of rather rough-looking guys looking for "a good time in the back", he accidentally bumped into a slightly taller man. His vision was hazy for a moment thanks to the numerous neon lights illuminating the dance floor, so he found himself grabbing the stranger for support, which the man didn't seem to mind all too much from the sly smirk he gave Blaine.
"Sorry," Blaine laughed as he flashed the man an apologetic look, "I'm a little out of it right now."
"Oh, that's fine," the stranger giggled, slipping his arms around Blaine's neck. "Mind if I snag you for a dance? It's the least you could do for bumping into me, after all, um..."
"Blaine," he replied breathlessly, "and you are?"
"Kurt," the man replied with a dazzling smile. "Pleasure to meet you, Blaine."
His name was Kurt.
Kurt.
Just like the boy in his dreams.
Blaine took a slight step back to survey the man - young man, he realized upon closer inspection - and had to admit, he was stunning. His skin was practically flawless (how was that even possible?) and his eyes - god, his eyes - were brilliantly bright pools of cerulean that Blaine could find himself getting lost in. His hair was slightly tousled, but clearly meant to look like that. Then there were his clothes, which left nothing to the imagination. His jeans outlined the curves of his hips and the swell of his ass, all the while accenting his long, lean legs at the same time. When he raised his arms in any manner, his skin-tight shirt lifted and revealed a tantalizing strip of skin.
Actually, if Blaine didn't know better, this boy really did look like Kurt Hummel - a living, breathing, completely real Kurt Hummel. Too tipsy to properly function, he figured dancing the night away with this guy could help rid the constant craving for his dream boy out of his system. Granted, it could also make his infatuation that much worse, but Blaine was going to live in the moment and just go with it.
"Sure," Blaine finally replied with a faint grin, "I'd really like that."
Kurt returned the grin and pulled him deeper into the crowd, his gaze set on a couple grinding in the heart of the dance floor. As soon as Blaine saw them, his stomach lurched in dread. It was Sebastian with some other guy, who Blaine could only assume was the same guy he'd been dumped for (if their kissing was any indication). He scowled when Sebastian spotted the two and blew Blaine a taunting kiss, which made him absolutely furious.
"You know Sebastian?" Kurt scoffed as he pulled Blaine close, an eyebrow raised in question.
"He's my ex," Blaine replied bitterly and grabbed Kurt's waist rather roughly. "How do you know him?"
"Found him fucking my boyfriend - now ex-boyfriend - in my apartment," Kurt explained as he grabbed two shot glasses from a nearby waiter, handing one to Blaine. "The guy he's dancing with, actually."
"Small world," Blaine chuckled before they downed their shots, the vodka leaving his throat dry and scratchy.
He blanked out for a moment, no doubt due to all the liquor he was downing, but when he finally came back to reality, he found the shot glasses gone and his hands instead gripping Kurt's ass while the brunette danced against him. He looked around confusedly before noticing Sebastian and Kurt's ex staring at them angrily.
Kurt's mind was hazy from all of the drinking he'd done throughout the night, so it really wasn't his fault when he got vivacious and began grinding against Blaine, winking at Chandler and Sebastian as he did so (the looks on their faces were completely worth it). Although, Blaine didn't seem to be quite that into it.
"Enjoying yourself?" Kurt murmured into Blaine's ear, running his fingers through the man's curly hair. He then added with a slight slur, "You seem a little down, babe."
Blaine chuckled and began moving in time with Kurt, their hips colliding while at the same time swaying together with the beat of the music. "You couldn't be more wrong, baby."
- -
"Hey!" David called to Nick and Jeff, who were trying to woo a brunette girl they'd happened upon at the bar. "Have you seen Blaine?"
"No," Nick replied quickly before turning his attention back to the girl. "So you don't have a boyfriend, right - um, what's your name again?"
"Rachel," she sighed before turning away from him, "and look, I'm just here for - Kurt! Kurt, thank god, there you are!"
Kurt, holding onto the hand of someone she couldn't quite make out, slapped a twenty in her hand breathlessly. "Get a taxi home. I've got plans tonight-"
"Plans?" She gasped, looking at him with wide eyes. "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, you can't just abandon me-"
"Love you Rach," he giggled, slightly drunk, and pecked her cheek before turning to Blaine with a sultry grin. "Let's head back to your place?"
"Sure," Blaine murmured into his ear, nibbling at his earlobe. Just as drunkenly, he turned to David and said, "You guys have fun. I'm going home with Kurt here, alright?"
"Wait, what?" David exclaimed in worry. "No, Blaine, you've got to meet with Wes in the morning! He'll kill me if you-"
"Not my problem!" Blaine laughed, cutting off his friend. He began leading Kurt toward the exit, leaving their friends behind in a dumbfounded daze.
"Wow," Jeff muttered, staring at the retreating couple before turning back to Rachel with what he hoped was a seductive smolder. "Want us to help you home?"
"I'm fine on my own!" Rachel snapped and pushed the two boys away. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going home to my boyfriend, so back off!"
- -
The taxi ride to Blaine's apartment was quite a wake-up call for Kurt, who now found himself second-guessing his choices with the alcohol gradually losing its effect on him. Blaine was too preoccupied with leaving sloppy hickeys on his neck to actually talk to him, so it gave Kurt some time to think.
What was he even doing? He felt so embarrassed for his actions back at the club and he felt even worse for leaving Rachel to fend for herself when he was the one to invite her out with him in the first place. Not only that, but he was going home with an unbearably drunk guy that probably thought he was going to get laid tonight - the poor guy was being led on for crying out loud.
Fuck, Kurt thought bitterly, I feel like such a hoe.
"You alright, Kurt?" Blaine slurred, looking at Kurt expectantly.
"Fine," Kurt stammered as his hands began to shake, mainly due to nerves. "Just fine, um, Blaine."
"Good," Blaine replied, smiling as he looked out the window. "Oh, look! We're here!"
"You're way too happy for a drunk," Kurt muttered under his breath whileBlaine paid the taxi driver when their cab came to a halt. Kurt braced against the chilly night air when Blaine opened the door, the curly-haired man jumping out excitedly.
"You coming?" Blaine asked and expectantly held his hand out, eyes bright and suddenly more electrified than before. God, how was Kurt supposed to let this guy down?
Kurt, swallowing the lump forming in his throat, took Blaine's hand with shaking fingers. "Yes, I'm coming."
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