written for this week’s klaine AU fridays theme: firefighter!klaine
the time to hesitate is through
“Happy birthday, Cutie Pie!”
“Thanks, Sugar,” Kurt says as he lets himself be enveloped in her sparkly, Viva La Juicy-scented embrace. “What, no tiara for me?”
“I totally have extras,” she promises, beaming up at him. “I’ll make someone bring you one!”
“No, no, I’m good,” Kurt assures her hastily. Having his birthday fall over Christmas break is always kind of a drag, since he ends up in Ohio instead of living it up in the city, but Sugar had insisted on hosting a fabulous soirée to celebrate his twenty-first, so he can’t really complain. She’d rented out Scandals for the evening, which is pretty amusing considering he’d never been to the lone gay bar in his hometown before. But Sugar had said he’d be “right at home!” and she does have the place totally decked out, so. Okay.
“Come on,” she chirps, dragging him towards the bar. “Let’s get you a cocktail!”
An hour later, Kurt has to admit he’s having a fairly spectacular time. Practically everyone who’d ever set foot in the McKinley choir room is there, the liquor is flowing freely, and Kurt’s dancing happily in a Mike-and-Tina sandwich when he notices the smoke pouring out of the kitchen.
“Oh, shit,” he says, darting off the dance floor. Sugar meets him at the kitchen door and waves him back, shoving a drink into his hand for good measure.
“It’s fine, it’s fine! Just a teensy weensy little issue, I don’t know why I didn’t bring in my own kitchen staff! The fire department is on its way! Carry on, Birthday Boy!”
“Is it out?” Kurt asks, trying to see past her. “You can’t just throw money on it, you know.”
Sugar sticks her tongue out at him. “Yes, Kurt, I’m aware of that. Lighten up!”
The door to the bar swings open with a crash, revealing a single man in a fireman’s uniform, clutching a fire extinguisher. “Someone called about a fire?”
“Yes,” Sugar says, waving him over. “It’s in the kitchen!”
“I figured it might be,” the man says cheerfully, giving them a thumbs up as he heads into the kitchen. Kurt stares at him — it might just be the cocktails, but he doesn’t think so; this guy is cute. Dark curly hair and a smile bright enough to be clearly visible in the darkened club. Happy birthday to me, he thinks with a giggle. Sugar hears him and pokes him in the chest.
“Hot firemen, right? Yum.”
“Yum,” Kurt agrees, downing the rest of his drink. He smirks. “Think he’ll stay if we ask him?”
“Oh, I think he might,” Sugar says brightly, glancing toward the kitchen. She nudges Kurt out of the way to wave at the DJ over in the corner, and a few seconds later the music changes. It takes Kurt a moment to recognize it, but when he does, he gasps.
You know that it would be untrue, you know that I would be a liar, if I was to say to you, girl, we couldn’t get much higher…
“Oh, yeah,” Sugar says, cackling and clapping her hands as the fireman walks back out of the kitchen and hops up onto the bar.
Come on, baby, light my fire…
As the fireman drops his coat to the floor, revealing the tight tank-style undershirt he’s got on beneath it, Kurt can hear someone (maybe Rachel) shriek, and a whoop from someone who might be Puck. “Oh, god,” he groans, then grabs Sugar’s Cosmo and tosses back what’s left of it.
“Come onnnnnn, come see your present!” Sugar says, grabbing Kurt’s hand and pulling him closer to the bar so they can stand at the fireman’s — the stripper’s — feet. He grins down at them as he slides his suspenders off his shoulders, and Sugar points to Kurt excitedly. The man crouches down, and he’s close enough that Kurt can make out the vibrant hazel of his eyes.
“Hi,” the man says. “I suppose you’re the guest of honor?”
“You could say that,” Kurt says with an embarrassed laugh, barely resisting the urge to hide his face, which he knows must be bright red, in his hands.
“My name is Blaine,” the man says, holding out his hand.
“Kurt,” he says helplessly, taking it.
Blaine squeezes Kurt’s fingers softly, then pulls him closer so that he can whisper in his ear.
“I’m not really a firefighter, Kurt.”
“I caught that,” Kurt whispers back.
“Is this okay? If you’re uncomfortable I can get down right now.”
“Um,” Kurt says, his eyes roaming over Blaine’s shoulders and then up to his gorgeous, surprisingly earnest face. “Would it be creepy if I said no, please go on?”
Blaine laughs, the sound warm and reassuring.
“Not at all,” he promises. “Happy birthday, Kurt. I hope you enjoy your present.”
Blaine straightens back up and pulls his shirt smoothly over his head, and yeah, Kurt thinks he’ll enjoy his present just fine.