Illusion [1/?]
Title: Illusion
Author: Ria/BringontheKum
Rating: R [NC-17 in future chapters]
Characters/Ships: Sam Evans/Kurt Hummel/ Mild mentions of one-sided Suck.
Summary: Rave AU. Written for Brittany on Tumblr.
“You came in from the darkness and held the door open wide
You stood there like a vision before my unbelieving eyes
I believe in what I see and also what I hear
But did the night play tricks on me or were you really there.”
Fucking Puckerman. He thought, gritting his teeth as he watched the crowd thicken around the DJ stand. There were, of course, benefits to being best friends with the DJ of Cleveland’s biggest club- Free entries, guaranteed booze through the night- even a blowjob if he promised to get them an autograph, though Sam Evans had plenty of propositions on his own.
Problem was, they tended to come from the wrong sex.
Granted- he’d stayed up a few nights, panting raggedly into his bedsheets and hoping Puck couldn’t hear him in the room next door as he jacked off hurriedly, images of strong, tanned muscles and the sweaty, shit-faced grin Puck would sometimes shoot him from the booth invading his head when the world went white and he’d stained his sheets. But it wasn’t like he liked Puckerman.
Or any guy. He’s straight- a wet dream here or there probably meant nothing more than indigestion, not that he’d ever bothered with the psychoanalysis bullshit. That was Matt’s major, not his.
His eyes met Puck’s- eyebrow lifted in amusement, tips of the infamous mohawk glowing faintly- making him scowl. Puck knew he hated coming early, hated it because the early crowd consisted of the pre-pubescent High School kids, glowing from every inch they could stain or paint or spray, and couples, grinding together in his face and further reminding him of the fact that he hadn’t had a steady girlfriend in six months or gotten laid in three.
Fuck you, he said with his eyes, and turned away as the DJ laughed from his stand, playing a song in response. Benny Benassi- a crowd pleaser. Sam stood, feeling his glowsticks clink gently from where they hung on his belt as he headed for the bar- Electric sticks, rechargeable. A gift from Artie when he’d turned twenty-one- an advantage, perhaps, of having the top of the engineering class as a close friend.
“Blow. Double-hit, please.” He said, feeling the vibrations of the speakers around him make the bar tremble. He didn’t bother checking to make the bartender had heard - he had - before turning, leaning against the bar and letting the vibrations move his own body, accelerate his heart to match the beat of the song as colors flashed through the darkness, lighting faces in a rhythm that never stopped, that move every person in here in time.
A cool rush of air made him turn towards the door, so different from the heat inside the club, generated by panting breaths and moving bodies, coating each of them. A figure- lean and confident was illuminated from the briefest of seconds - He’d have to draw that, the lighting had been impeccable- before darkness took over once more, the faint lights of the bar illuminating the newcomer.
Sam stared.
The boy- unmistakeably male, despite the long eyelashes he could see illuminated by the xenon lights, the perfectly shaped lips that formed into a coquettish smile as their eyes met - walked past, his stride long and flowing and jesus fucking christ, how did he even get into those pants-
“Oy. Kid- Your drink.”
He turned slowly- vaguely wondering how he’d even managed to hear the man as the song melded seamlessly into Paul Oakenfold. He didn’t bother with a thank you- just tipped the guy and turned around, gripping his drink as though for dear life as he looked and- there. There he was. The green glow around him was impossible to miss, even as his throat went dry when the brunette swirled and dipped in time.
Sam forced himself to look away- only to see Puck, Puck staring from his DJ booth at the form on the floor, an unmistakable look in his eyes. He stopped thinking- downing his drink in one go before pushing off the bar easily, making his way through the crowd towards those eyes that had already found his through the crowd, heart beating powerfully.
Fuck sense.
Author: Ria/BringontheKum
Rating: R [NC-17 in future chapters]
Characters/Ships: Sam Evans/Kurt Hummel/ Mild mentions of one-sided Suck.
Summary: Rave AU. Written for Brittany on Tumblr.
“You came in from the darkness and held the door open wide
You stood there like a vision before my unbelieving eyes
I believe in what I see and also what I hear
But did the night play tricks on me or were you really there.”
Fucking Puckerman. He thought, gritting his teeth as he watched the crowd thicken around the DJ stand. There were, of course, benefits to being best friends with the DJ of Cleveland’s biggest club- Free entries, guaranteed booze through the night- even a blowjob if he promised to get them an autograph, though Sam Evans had plenty of propositions on his own.
Problem was, they tended to come from the wrong sex.
Granted- he’d stayed up a few nights, panting raggedly into his bedsheets and hoping Puck couldn’t hear him in the room next door as he jacked off hurriedly, images of strong, tanned muscles and the sweaty, shit-faced grin Puck would sometimes shoot him from the booth invading his head when the world went white and he’d stained his sheets. But it wasn’t like he liked Puckerman.
Or any guy. He’s straight- a wet dream here or there probably meant nothing more than indigestion, not that he’d ever bothered with the psychoanalysis bullshit. That was Matt’s major, not his.
His eyes met Puck’s- eyebrow lifted in amusement, tips of the infamous mohawk glowing faintly- making him scowl. Puck knew he hated coming early, hated it because the early crowd consisted of the pre-pubescent High School kids, glowing from every inch they could stain or paint or spray, and couples, grinding together in his face and further reminding him of the fact that he hadn’t had a steady girlfriend in six months or gotten laid in three.
Fuck you, he said with his eyes, and turned away as the DJ laughed from his stand, playing a song in response. Benny Benassi- a crowd pleaser. Sam stood, feeling his glowsticks clink gently from where they hung on his belt as he headed for the bar- Electric sticks, rechargeable. A gift from Artie when he’d turned twenty-one- an advantage, perhaps, of having the top of the engineering class as a close friend.
“Blow. Double-hit, please.” He said, feeling the vibrations of the speakers around him make the bar tremble. He didn’t bother checking to make the bartender had heard - he had - before turning, leaning against the bar and letting the vibrations move his own body, accelerate his heart to match the beat of the song as colors flashed through the darkness, lighting faces in a rhythm that never stopped, that move every person in here in time.
A cool rush of air made him turn towards the door, so different from the heat inside the club, generated by panting breaths and moving bodies, coating each of them. A figure- lean and confident was illuminated from the briefest of seconds - He’d have to draw that, the lighting had been impeccable- before darkness took over once more, the faint lights of the bar illuminating the newcomer.
Sam stared.
The boy- unmistakeably male, despite the long eyelashes he could see illuminated by the xenon lights, the perfectly shaped lips that formed into a coquettish smile as their eyes met - walked past, his stride long and flowing and jesus fucking christ, how did he even get into those pants-
“Oy. Kid- Your drink.”
He turned slowly- vaguely wondering how he’d even managed to hear the man as the song melded seamlessly into Paul Oakenfold. He didn’t bother with a thank you- just tipped the guy and turned around, gripping his drink as though for dear life as he looked and- there. There he was. The green glow around him was impossible to miss, even as his throat went dry when the brunette swirled and dipped in time.
Sam forced himself to look away- only to see Puck, Puck staring from his DJ booth at the form on the floor, an unmistakable look in his eyes. He stopped thinking- downing his drink in one go before pushing off the bar easily, making his way through the crowd towards those eyes that had already found his through the crowd, heart beating powerfully.
Fuck sense.