Hey guys

This is a two part oneshot that just came to me randomly one day. It is Klaine so don't be put off by what happens. There is a little smut and bad language used.

Prepare your creys...

Liz xxx

Wasting Away - Part 1

Ding.

The timer on the microwave rang out. I slid across the floor secret agent style and pressed the button, getting out of the way at the door flew open. Touching the plate with my bare hands I immediately recoiled, the heat coursing through me. I always did that.

"Food's ready!" I called out, reaching for a tea towel draped over one of the chairs and picking up the plate with it wrapped around my hand. I heard a muffled reply from the other room but couldn't make out the words, so grabbed some cutlery and walked into the other room.

"Be careful, it's hot." I said. Kurt smiled as I placed the plate down in front of him and then put the knife and fork in his awaiting hands. "Enjoy."

"What did I ever do to deserve you?" He said with a grin. I leant over and kissed him lightly on the forehead.

"You were just you." Skipping back into the kitchen I picked up my own meal and returned, slipping in beside Kurt on the bed. We had the TV paused at the start of a Gossip Girl episode and I reached over to press play on the remote once I'd found a comfortable position.

"You know I only watch this show for the outfits right?" Kurt said as the opening scene began to play out, taking a bite of his lasagne as he spoke. I laughed.

"Please. You idolise Blair as much as I do. And Dan is hot."

"Dan?" Kurt seemed surprised. "You like Dan?"

"Yeah, what's not to like?"

"Hmm, I guess." He paused, pondering the thought. "I always liked Chuck better." Now it was my turn to be surprised.

"Really? Wow." I chewed my mouthful thoughtfully. "I never pictured you as the bad boy lover."

"There's just something about him I guess…" I chuckled.

"I need to start robbing more convenience stores then." I had meant the comment as a joke, but Kurt stopped his hand in mid air, looking over.

"Hey. I love you just the way you are." His eyes looked deep into mine and I savoured the glacial blue quality. It was like I was jumping into a clear pool, the cold refreshing me.

"Me too." Moving my now touchable plate to the side I leant over and pressed my lips to his. Kurt exhaled and I cupped his jaw with my hand, pulling him in closer. My tongue ran across his teeth and I sensed his hesitance, before slowly he let me in and I sighed. He tasted so good.

Suddenly a jerky movement sent Kurt flying away from me, his hand knocking into my chest and his dinner flying upwards so it splattered into him.

"Oh! Crap!" He jerked again in pain from the heat and I instantly recoiled, using my hand to scoop up the lasagne and dump it back on the now empty plate. The food burnt the tips of my fingers and I yelped out too, but didn't stop until it was all off. Kurt had an ugly orange stain on his shirt and he looked down at it despondently.

"Damn that chorea." He said, anger pricking at his tone.

"Hey, it's ok. You have mine." I said, wiping my fingers on the already stained bedding. I picked up Kurt's plate, pushing mine towards him, and walked back into the kitchen.

Placing the plate on the side I leant my hand against the counter and sighed deeply. My eyes clenched shut and I tried to stay calm, tried not to get frustrated. This was getting worse. I was used to Kurt's chorea now, the involuntary movements that he couldn't control. But they were happening more often. And they were making him upset.

When I went back into the room a few minutes later Kurt hadn't touched my food. He'd managed to pull his legs up and was clasping them weakly with his hands, his head buried into his knees. I thought about scolding him for the unnecessary energy waste, but decided against it, instead simply sitting down beside him.

"Kurt…" I raised my hand and placed it softly on his back, but he flinched, pushing me away. I wondered if it was another involuntary movement, but then his head flicked round as well.

"Don't." I was hurt. Kurt seemed angry with me. I wondered what I had done wrong.

"Kurt what's wrong?"

"You know what's wrong." My husband spat back. His tone was harsh and it stung me. "The same thing that's been wrong for years. Me." I sighed.

"Oh Kurt. You know I don't think that." I tried to bring my hand up to his face, attempting to talk some sense into him the way I always did, but was batted away again.

"Don't say what you're going to say. Don't say that you don't care – that you love me whatever. It's only gonna be a matter of time before I wont be able to talk to you at all." Kurt looked away and I began to feel the same pang in my heart I got every time he did this. This was getting worse too.

"Don't say that." I muttered. Kurt spun back round.

"Say what? That I have Huntingtons? That my body is slowly shutting down and there's nothing I can do about it? Yeah, it's much better to live in your dream world Blaine." He looked at me, fire in his eyes, and I tried to stop myself from crumbling.

"I'm just…trying to help…" I mumbled. Kurt scoffed.

"You're not helping. You're pitying me. Because you feel you should."

The tears that had been threatening in my eyes now began to trickle down my face. I tried to stop them, frantically rubbing at my eyes and pretending that I had something in my eye. But Kurt could see. His face fell at the realisation.

"Blaine…"

"NO." Now it was my turn to push him away. "I do not pity you. I never have." Standing up I walked out of the room, ignoring the cries that followed me, tried to call me back. The sickening thought was that I knew Kurt couldn't follow me. He was trapped in his bed.

I walked back into the kitchen, grabbed the phone on the side and dialled the familiar number, waiting for the dial tone to sound and praying for someone to pick up.

"Hello?" I sighed in relief.

"Carol?"

"Oh hi Blaine." Kurt's mom replied, sounding cheerful. "Is everything ok?"

"Yeah," I began, even though I knew I didn't sound convincing, "are either you or Burt free to pop over for a couple of hours? I need to get out of the house."

"Oh." Carol seemed to notice something was wrong. I begged her silently not to ask.

"Um, sure, I can come over. Has something happened?" I swallowed.

"No. I just need to go out and don't want Kurt to be left alone. How soon can you be over?"

"About fifteen minutes?"

"Great, thanks." I hung up the phone and took another deep breath.

As I walked into the spare room I was trying not to cry again. Most of my clothes were in the bedroom but I saved some in here just incase that had to be cordoned off, if the doctor was in there or something. As I fumbled through the closet I spied several books on Huntingtons scattered across the bed and immediately knocked them out of sight onto the floor. I'd tried to know everything about it – as if knowledge would lead to a cure, and an end to all of this. It had just made it more real.

Pulling out a shirt I glanced down at the one I was wearing and saw faint splatters of orange. I yanked it off and shoved the new shirt on, also kicking off my jeans and replacing them with tighter pants. After quickly running my fingers through my hair my hands fumbled around the dresser for some aftershave. This had needed to happen a while ago. I'd just been trying to avoid it.

When I left the room and began searching around for my wallet I could still hear Kurt calling my name. Every time he said it I felt like I was being stabbed in the heart, but I ignored it. When the door sounded and I opened it I almost walked straight past Carol, thanking her for coming so quickly and unlocking my car as I passed her.

The streets were so unfamiliar. It felt like it had been years since I'd been here, and it had. With Kurt bedridden, our idea of a good night was sitting together watching Pride and Prejudice. Occasionally we would venture out, but it took a lot of effort to get him in the wheelchair and he didn't like the staring. I pressed my foot down on the accelerator, glad to be able to move fast just for once, to do something without caring or worrying. The feeling was like electricity coursing though my veins.

I parked up down the road from the club, already the bass pumping through my body right down to my feet. Locking my car I slipped my keys in my pocket and strolled up towards the entrance.

It was still fairly early so the queue was small – I didn't have to wait long. As I stood waiting I was briefly taken back to a time before Kurt when I had done this, albeit with a few friends. Back then it had been exciting, new, sometimes dangerous because we were using the fake IDs David's cousin had scrounged for us. A small smile graced my lips as I shuffled forward and thought about it. The security guard looked me up and down when I reached the front, but I had my real ID this time and he waved me through.

Once inside the music was really beginning to pound, the bass ringing in my ears so I had to stand to the side for a couple of minutes to get used to it. There were lights everywhere and they blinded my eyes. Finally plucking up the courage to move after ten minutes I strolled as causally as I could manage over to the bar and leant against it, holding up my finger like I remembered they did in the movies to catch a bartender's attention.

"What can I get you?" The man asked when he reached me. He was attractive, defined muscles in his arms that I found myself staring at. Kurt's muscles had wasted away like him.

"Um," I said, trying to regain my composure so the bartender laughed. "What's your strongest?"

"Probably the whiskey." I nodded my head to show I wanted it and he laughed, sauntering up to find me a shot glass. I glanced briefly around the club and saw several different men hanging around. Nobody seemed to be here with anybody else, all just guys like me, out looking for a good time. Except I wasn't sure that was what I wanted.

"Here you go." A voice made me turn back round and I saw a shot glass filled with dark semi-viscous liquid in front of me on the bar. "Three twenty." I handed over my money before picking up the glass and downing it in one. It tasted disgusting – I almost spat it back right out. My mind forced my throat to swallow however, and I slammed the glass back down with satisfaction.

"Another." The bartender raised his eyebrows but wasn't going to argue – he wandered off and I rubbed my temples with my thumb and forefinger.

"Rough day?" I heard another voice to my right and turned my head to see a tallish blonde haired man also leaning against the bar, looking straight at me. He seemed amused by my predicament.

"You could say that." I replied, still not removing my fingers from my forehead. The man laughed.

"Samuel." Suddenly there was a hand in front of my face. I stared at it for a couple of seconds, not quite sure what I wanted to do – the light casting patterns over his skin so he seemed like an alien.

"Blaine." Eventually I decided to be sociable and brought out my own hand, taking hold of his and shaking it firmly. Samuel had a strong grip.

"Are you here alone?" He asked. I couldn't tell if he was being flirtatious or not so just nodded. "Well you're more than welcome to join us if you want." Signalling to a group of guys standing a few feet away near the dance floor he smiled, glancing back at me. "Unless you'd rather stay here and drown your sorrows." His hand suddenly motioned back to the bar and I saw my new shot there waiting for me. God. This was pathetic. I'd come out to have a good time and at the moment the only thing I was doing was drinking myself into a coma.

"Yeah, sure." Grabbing the shot and downing it in one again I quickly signalled that I wanted a slightly weaker drink, leaving my money on the bar before accompanying Samuel back to his friends.

There were about six guys in the group, two of them definitely seemed paired off and another two didn't seem far off. When we approached Samuel called out and they all turned to look at us, shouting out comments that I couldn't quite hear over the music.

"Guys." Samuel said once we were near enough to converse properly. "This is Blaine." He slapped me on the shoulder and I flinched slightly, before getting a proper look at everyone. All of them seemed around my age, and very good looking.

"Blaine," Samuel began, turning back to me and smiling, "these are my friends. Alex and Steven…" His hand glided over to point at the two coupled up guys, who were both ethnic and seemed to be holding hands, their bodies close together, "Brent and Cameron…" the nearly couple were tall and fair haired – breaking eye contact with each other just long enough to glance and smile at me, "Brian…" a guy with dark hair and glasses held out his hand which I duly shook. He seemed more suited for managing the club than being a patron. "And finally, Damien."

I hadn't paid much attention to the man at the end, him being too far in my peripheral vision as I looked at everyone else. When I was introduced however, and my eyes focused on him for the first time, I gasped. He was beautiful. Rich chocolate brown hair framed an oval shaped face with a smooth but defined jawline and deep green eyes. Eyes that locked with mine and sucked me in almost instantly as we stared at each other.

"Say hello Damien." Samuel said, almost teasing. He hadn't seemed to notice my reaction.

"Hi." Damien opened his soft pink lips to speak and for a second I could barely breathe. All I wanted to do was kiss them.

"Damien's our local immigrant, all the way from Ireland." Samuel continued. He still hadn't noticed – I couldn't see how. My mouth was hanging open slightly and I rushed to close it, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Cool." My voice was shaky – I felt like I was back in high school. Finally Samuel seemed to notice and raised his eyebrows, smiling.

"He's single, just so you know." He said, giving me a wink and punching me lightly on the shoulder. I called out in indignation, wanting to kill him even though we'd only just met and he laughed, before turning to speak to Brian.

"Don't worry about Sam, he likes to be the centre of attention." Suddenly I heard that Irish voice again and realised Damien was speaking. Turning round a little too fast I felt my head reel and had to close my eyes to steady myself. When I reopened them he was looking at me with a smile on his face, and I blinked to see if I was dreaming.

"Sorry." I replied, in response to both my previous action and just the way I was acting in general. Damien laughed.

"No worries." He reached out a hand to gently touch my arm and I almost hyperventilated. This was so wrong – I shouldn't be feeling like this. And it shouldn't be so exhilarating.

"What are you drinking?" I looked down at my hands, trying to remember what exactly I had ordered. My thoughts were so blurred and confused I was struggling to think.

"Umm…Southern Comfort and lemonade." I held up my glass to qualify my statement, even though it revealed how much my hands were shaking, and Damien smiled.

"Well, whaddyaknow. Snap." Also holding up his glass I stared at the yellowish liquid for a couple of seconds before it finally clicked. Oh.

"Wow." I replied, not really knowing what else to say. Damien shifted slightly to lean more against the wall he was standing by and cocked his head to the side.

"So how come I haven't seen you around here before?" He asked. I blushed.

"Um…I don't go out very often." It was true. But it made me sound like some kind of hermit.

"Your job pretty demanding?" I laughed.

"You could say that." Damien seemed intrigued. For a while he simply stared at me, making it hard for me to concentrate on anything. His eyes were so mesmerizing I could have spent hours just analysing them. And then there was the way his lips pursed when he concentrated, as if he were puckering up for a kiss. This was the alcohol going to my head, I knew it. I never normally had these kind of thoughts about another guy. But this was so liberating. I couldn't bring myself to stop.

"Hey!" Suddenly Samuel interrupted us, his voice now considerably more slurred as he'd been continually drinking. "Let's go dance!" He slapped my on the shoulder again and I laughed, glancing briefly over at Damien. Half of me just wanted to stay chatting, but the dance floor also seemed very appealing. Especially if he was going.

"Sure, why not." Damien shrugged his shoulders, downing the rest of his drink and slamming the glass on a nearby table, before grabbing hold of my hand so I had to frantically halt my gasp.

"You ready?" He asked. I was.

The music was even louder on the dance floor. Thumping bass reverberated through my whole body and for a moment I wondered if I was gonna be sick. Something squeezed my hand and I looked across to see Damien looking at me with slight concern – I smiled to show I was ok (and also at how warm his hand felt against mine) and he smiled back, pulling me in a bit closer towards him. We reached the middle of the floor and suddenly Damien raised his hand in the air to twirl me around so I lost control of my feet and crashed into him. I giggled into his chest like a six year old girl and felt the vibrations of his laughter against my face. He smelt like cigarettes and roses.

When I pulled back to try and steady myself I blinked to get my eyes accustomed to the light again. My nose scrunched up and suddenly I was face to face with Damien, those same eyes staring into mine again.

"Oh!" I called out, my eyes widening. He laughed, saying something that I couldn't hear behind the music.

"What?" I asked. Damien moved his lips right to my ear, his breath hot.

"I said," He replied, his voice sending shivers down my spine, "you're adorable." I bit my lip, trying to stop the thoughts that were running through my head. Suddenly I heard a cheer and saw Samuel attempting some kind of break dance move beside us, everyone else clapping and cheering along.

"Wow," I said, smiling. Damien chuckled before I noticed Cameron and Brent begin to get down and dirty with each other. I swallowed nervously, a lump appearing in my throat.

"Hey." Damien said into my ear again. I turned round and saw him grinning, his palm outstretched, "wanna dance?" It took only a few seconds of contemplation to make my decision.

My hand reached out to grab Damien's but suddenly he grabbed hold of my waist, pulling me in close so our hips crashed together and I almost let out a moan. Grinning he brought my hands up to twine round his neck and I tried to regulate my breathing. Was this happening? I think it was happening. I knew I should stop – the sane, rational part of my brain was screaming for me to pull away, to leave. It was screaming at me for even coming to this place. But the other part didn't want to leave, This was…fun.

Damien's eyes were still staring into mine, now taking on a different quality, Lust. He smiled, beginning to grind into me and I smiled back, joining in. As our bodies rubbed together I felt my pulse begin to raise and sweat pool in tiny droplets on my forehead. I tightened my grip and laughed, not being able to remember a time when I had felt this free, this excited. This happy. Damien's breath was hot on my face, his lips inches from mine, and I suddenly felt a draw towards them. I wanted to kiss him. I closed my eyes and moved forward, waiting for the moment.

All of a sudden I felt a jerky movement and Damien's body was removed from mine. My eyes flew open in protest but saw his hand grab hold of my arm and immediately begin to drag me somewhere.

"Come with me." He said, so I wouldn't be alarmed. His voice seemed hoarse so I followed him without any questions.

We left the dance floor and began to walk towards the bathroom. I suddenly wondered if Damien was one of those people that needed someone to accompany him to the toilet like a girl, but then we took an abrupt turn down a corridor nearby and stopped. Damien shoved me against the wall, the sensation sending a jar through my body so I called out, but was then cut off by his lips on mine.

At first his kiss was rough and I was shocked, almost pulling away. But then I tasted him. It was like the cigarettes and roses had multiplied, combining together into some amazing combination that I just wanted more and more of. Bringing my hand round to clasp at the back of his neck I shoved him closer, making him moan against my lips so I sighed with pleasure. Damien's tongue ran across my teeth and I happily let him in, groaning as he explored my mouth in a way I hadn't felt for months. As his hands roughly ran up and down my sides I felt myself getting hard. Wow, that hadn't happened in a while too.

"You are so hot." Damien growled, the new texture to his voice sending me crazy so I kissed him harder, thrusting upwards with my hips so his hands dug in to my waist.

"I want you." Suddenly I felt the gap lessen between us and tried to pull him back, before a hand slipped down and suddenly started palming me through my jeans.

OH GOD.

I couldn't stop the pleasure running through me, it filled up every cell in my body so I felt like screaming. I think I might of because Damien cut me off with another kiss before he transferred his lips to my collarbone. There was a sharp stabbing pain and then the sensation of sucking – I threw back my head before realising what was happening and how hard it would be to hide the next day.

"No." I said, moving my hand up to push Damien's head roughly away so he looked at me, disappointed. "Let me." I sunk my teeth into his own neck and heard him moan, the sound combined with him still palming me sending me crazy. I timed my sucking to the rhythm of his hand, both of us grunting and his strokes getting more and more fierce, until suddenly I felt myself getting close.

"Damien…" I said, my voice breathless as I broke away. "I'm gonna…" Suddenly he seemed to get the jist. I expected him to back away, let me cool down (there was no way I was ruining these jeans) but instead he dropped to his knees. I felt hands reach for the buckle of my belt and gaped at him.

"Wh-wha?"

"What? I'm not just gonna leave you hanging. And we don't wanna ruin these jeans..." He reached a hand out to gently stroke the fabric, making me whimper as he ghosted over the bulge that was now beginning to hurt. "Unless you don't want to?" Suddenly looking up he smiled. Oh Lord. I hadn't planned on this happening. I hadn't planned on it at all. But now he'd mentioned it, I couldn't think of anything I wanted more in the world.

"Yes, oh God yes, do it." Pushing his head towards my crotch Damien laughed, the feeling of his breath making me whimper.

"Well thank God for that. Stay still." Moving painfully slowly – so slowly that I almost wanted to slap him – Damien undid my belt, smiling as my boxers were revealed. He slipped his fingers under the waistband and I hissed, moving my hand towards his head again.

"Nuh uh uh!" Looking up he scolded me, waving his finger like a teacher. "Don't rush a good time." He grinned, before suddenly in one swift motion my boxers were down and I felt the cold air on my erection.

I knew this was the time to stop. The last chance for me not to do this. I shut my eyes, preparing for the words to form. Then it happened.

Damien swirled his tongue around the head of my cock, licking off the pre come that had already begun to seep out. I howled, my hands instantly reaching for his head and digging into his hair. The sound of laughter echoed around and the vibrations made me moan again.

"You like that?" He whispered against me. I nodded my head violently, still not opening my eyes. Suddenly I felt his tongue at the base, licking all the way up the bottom so once he reached the end I was practically screaming.

"FUCK Damien!" I said, all my restraint now focused on keeping my hips down. "Fuck!" Chuckling one more time Damien sighed, before finally, to my relief and sheer ecstasy, slipping his mouth over completely.

My God. He was so hot. And wet. I was practically unravelling already and he hadn't even started. Smiling at my instant reaction Damien didn't mess about this time, instantly beginning to bob his head. The feeling was beyond everything I had ever experienced – or at least in the past month or so. Occasionally he let his teeth drag slowly down and I moaned, digging my hands in further and slamming my hips back against the wall. And then there was the humming. He was good. So so good. Quickening the pace I began to feel that familiar coiling in my stomach, my hips unable to stop themselves from jerking upwards.

"Damien…" I groaned, my voice breathless and hoarse from the emotions running through me. "Damien…" I was giving him one last chance to pull away. Instead he sped up further, moving his tongue in such a way that suddenly it was all too much. I came, hard and fast – stars clouding my vision so I screamed out and my head thunked back against the wall.

When I opened my eyes several seconds later my legs felt like complete jelly. Unable to hold myself up any more I slid down towards the floor, where I was met with Damien, who was smiling widely. I could see come on his lips and he licked it off in one swooping motion of his tongue, making me shiver.

"That." He said, his voice also rather breathless. "Was freakin awesome."

"You're telling me." I mumbled, still unable to believe what had actually happened. Damien leaned over to kiss me again and I could taste myself on his lips – it was unbelievably sexy. The last time Kurt and I had had sex…

Shit.

Suddenly the realisation hit me. Kurt.

"Oh my God." Immediately trying to stand up my legs gave way underneath me and Damien reached his hand out to grab me.

"Blaine, what's wrong?" He asked. There was concern in his voice and it made me feel sick.

"I have a husband." I said bluntly, almost saying the direct thoughts that were running through my brain. "He's sick. I have a husband and I just had sex with another guy."

"Wait, what?" Now Damien moved back, confusion across his face. I knew he was probably going to get mad, but I couldn't concentrate on him at the moment.

"I just…we just…"

"You have a husband?" Damien was definitely mad. He had moved away from me, anger on his face, but I didn't care. I didn't want to be near anyone right now. "What the fuck man?" As he stood up I scrabbled against the wall trying to drag myself to my feet. My trousers were still undone and I stunk of sex. Oh God. What had I done.

"That's the last time I give a hot guy a blow job." Damien said, turning to walk away. For a split second I thought about calling out – but then I realised what that meant. Shit. Finally getting myself to my feet I stumbled out of the corridor, Damien already far away probably telling all his friends what an asshole I was.

I was an asshole.

To be continued...