Skin On Skin

Chapter 2

The music played, smoke swirled and glasses clinked as people sauntered from one group to another chatting aimlessly and enjoying their evening. Kurt however, stifled a yawn and snuck a quick glance at his watch. He had been at the private get-together for over an hour, and now, more than ever, he just wanted to go home. To starve off his boredom he was currently in the process of trying to count the petals on the flower before him. It was a Wootton Cupid Dahlia and he was impressed with how the flower had been selected to go with the rest of the room, but after having three strong drinks, the beautiful flower was proving to be more than a difficult challenge.

He gave up and glanced around the room. He wasn't even too sure whose place he was at, but he had found himself in a lavish apartment in one of the most expensive areas in LA. It wasn't exactly what Kurt had expected for a rock star's party, but Rachel had said it was only going to be a small gathering of people. A small gathering of snobbish, self-obsessed people, Kurt might add. Several of whom who had actually come up to introduce themselves, but once they had found out he was just a fan who had won a back stage pass they had quickly lost interest and moved on.

So now he stood all alone with no one talk to. He had seen Blaine Anderson wandering around the party on several occasions but he never approached Kurt, and Kurt was too afraid to approach him on his own accord. It was Blaine Anderson after all.

He had actually already tried to leave on several occasions, but Rachel had maintained a vigilant eye on him and had followed him whenever he had tried to make a move for the exit. Rachel was nice, he'd give her that, and when she spoke to him she actually looked like she was interested in what he had to say. He didn't know the first thing about her, but amongst all these empty faces, he liked her.

The only problem with Rachel was that she never stopped working. She was constantly moving about, checking messages on her phone, writing notes down on her notepad, and then whispering the odd word here and there into Blaine's ear, no matter who he was talking to.

Blaine Anderson, as always, oozed sex. No matter what position he sat in, or how he stood, or how he moved, the only word that came to Kurt's mind was sex; pure, unadulterated sex. Kurt licked his lips. Even when he drank from his glass he was fucking sexy. The way he tipped his head back and brought the glass to his mouth, the way his Adams apple bobbed as the liquid went down. Blaine lowered his glass and their eyes locked across the room. Oh shit! Oh shit! He's looking at me! Kurt panicked and his insides squirmed because he had that very uncomfortable feeling that a person gets when they've been busy eye-fucking someone and that someone catches them in the process.

But then Kurt squirmed even more because Blaine Anderson didn't smile at him this time, he actually frowned and looked slightly confused. Had he already forgotten that he had invited Kurt there? Kurt looked away, unable to maintain his penetrating gaze and began to shift his weight nervously from foot to foot. Geez, why had he said yes? Any minute now, Blaine Anderson was going to come storming over and demand to know what he was doing there. The last thing Kurt wanted to do was to cause a scene in front of all these strangers.

He held his breath feeling like his insides were raging an internal battle. One part of him wanted to flee, and the other part, well, the other part actually wanted nothing more in the world than to turn and see whether Blaine Anderson was still staring at him. Kurt held off for as long as possible which in fact, wasn't that very long as it turned out. He couldn't help himself and his gaze quickly went back to the small group of people where Blaine Anderson was sitting.

Blaine Anderson's eyes had not moved astray for one millisecond. They were still firmly planted on him, like a hunter watching its prey and getting ready for the kill. Kurt nearly, nearly shied away but somewhere in the dark crevices of his mind, his old self that insisted he needed this, came through to the surface and matched Blaine Anderson's fierce, lustful gaze. 'Yes, Mr. Blaine Anderson,' Kurt thought as he narrowed his eyes slightly, 'you can eat me up any day of the week!'