Mutual Butterflies

don't you want me?

A/N: Hey guys! 

Just wanted to check up on y'all, and warn you about some light smut going on in this chapter ;)

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Chapter 10

Kurt doesn't get a minute to himself after he is ambushed by the crowd of people shouting his name and hugging him and acting like that. And only after checking if Blaine followed him inside, does he let himself get dragged by hands grasping him and people cornering him. Mercedes hasn't changed, still phenomenal and breath-taking, confident and straight forward,

"Boy where have you been? I haven't heard from you in months!"

And he doesn't have time to answer before Santana's grabbing him by the arm and raising her eyebrows suggestively,

"Who's the boy toy Hummel? Have you been getting some and completely forgot about us? "

And then Rachel's linking their arms and leading him away from the table but closer to the bar,

"Kurt I have *so* many things to tell you! Remember Brody? Well turns out he's a whore... like literally... and-"

But she's cut off by Sam shaking his arm and introducing him to the bartender, or the owner, he doesn't know,

"This is my pal Sal', he loves when I call him that! His boyfriend is a model. We've worked together a few times..."

Even when he excuses himself to the bathroom, he is surrounded by strangers that are all Sam's friends and he can't get one single minute of silence and peace.

Blaine on the other hand is as overwhelmed but it doesn't seem to bother him, a few guys and even Santana try to flirt with him but the second he spots Kurt sitting on a sofa between Liv', Sam's photographer friend, and Tina discussing a topic about art and looking bored out of his mind and like he's about to explode on the spot, he takes his chance and approches him,

"Ladies, could I borrow Kurt for a minute? "

"Oh hi Blaine! I have to say, it's really nice to meet you. I'm glad that you and Kurt are friends! "

"You look great in that leather jacket by the way... "

Blaine notices the way Kurt rolls his eyes at Liv's lame flirting and smiles warmly, extending a hand for him to grab. Kurt takes it, the dim lighting failing to hide his soft blush, and he leads them outside. Kurt's shoulders relax instantly in the cold night while Blaine's tense. This jacket may be cool but it's not super appropriate for a Saturday night in January in New-York.

"Thanks for that... "

"No problem... You sure you wanna stay? 'Cause you said earlier... "

"Too late for that now..."

And they both fall silent, watching the cars honk and the Taxis drive by so fast they can barely hear the taxi driver's screams. Watching the people hurry in the streets, trying to get back home, get warm, order some take-out, or cook, turn on their TV, maybe go back to their loved ones, slip into bed, or fall back on their couch. Watching as the streets start to light up, neon signs colouring the night in red, blue, green, yellow... And then the sound for clattering teeth and sniffing pulls Kurt out of his rêverie and he notices that Blaine's shaking...