Come on, please come with me," Blaine begged, giving Kurt his best puppy dog expression. He had heard of this gay club that wasn't too far away and that was supposedly the best hangout for a lonely Saturday night. He had just gotten to New York and going out was something he had looked forward to, but Kurt wasn't having it.
"Blaine, I'm not sure that a gay bar is the place for me," he said with a wave of his hand as he sat on the couch, magazine on his lap.
"So you'd rather just sit here and do nothing all night?"
"I'm with you and I have this magazine. I think I'll be set." He smiled up at him before returning to his magazine.
"You are such a boring person," he shot back, sinking in the couch next to his fiancé. "I'm serious, Kurt. We never do anything fun, like ever together. I want to go out and have fun with you tonight, and I know just the place where we can do that."
Kurt sighed and set his magazine down, turning his attention to Blaine. "You think I'm boring? You didn't think that last weekend."
Blaine blushed, but held his ground. "I'm just saying, we need to live a little. I know you haven't been out to a club yet, and I think that we should go for the first time together. What do you think? Please?"
For the first time since he brought it up, Kurt seemed to look like he was thinking about it. He looked towards the television and bit his lip. "Do you really want to go?"
"So bad."
"I suppose we can go as long as I get to pick out our outfits. We need something that will make the other guys jealous that we are both taken."
Blaine couldn't help but agree, and they were soon dressed in their tightest pants and shirts that showed off their chest and arms before leaving. It was a bar, but Blaine had manage to get a fake ID since Kurt had already had one. They got in easily and the place was popping. Kurt didn't look too sure about it, but Blaine pulled him over to the bar.
"Just drink it!" he called over the music as Kurt looked at the drink he was handed. "It'll get you loose!"
Kurt gave him a look before taking a sip. It wasn't long before both of them had consumed a couple of drinks, made best friends with not only the bartender, but several patrons as well. Kurt had let loose, pulling Blaine on the dance floor with him, grinning madly.
"I love this song!" Blaine yelled as he grabbed Kurt's hips.
"I love you!" Kurt called back, giggling.
They danced together, turning and swaying with each other. Blaine's mind was a little fuzzy, but he couldn't believe how much fun they were having. Kurt turned out to be a pretty great gay bar superstar. Everyone around them loved him, and they got along with all the people. Kurt was smiling and giggling as they held onto each other, drinking drinks that were brought to them because for the new couple, their drinks were on the house.
The two of them, they were, according to everyone, the cutest couple they had ever seen. It was nice letting go. Kurt was trying to get Blaine to drink one more by the time they should be heading back to the loft.
"Kurtttt," Blaine dragged out, pulling on his hand. "Let's go home. 'm tired."
"Me too!" Kurt proclaimed, suddenly not wanting to support his weight as he feel onto Blaine, making him support all of him. "Tired."
"Kurt," he said, giggling slightly. "Too heavy."
Kurt got the message, holding himself up as he wrapped an arm around Blaine. "Home. Wanna go."
