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Suitemates

Suite 67D already has inhabitants when Kurt arrives.

He knows Lydia is already here because of One Direction blaring out into the quad, that Cyrina is probably here as well because Lydia is, and that Rachel had already arrived because of the dry-erase board with all of their names on it already affixed with a gold star next to her name.

Before he walks in he has to steel himself, though, because as his gaze lingers on the sign he is reminded that, after Bethany’s name is not Sam’s as it’s supposed to be, but instead some freshman they’re getting saddled with.

Damn Sam and his last minute acceptance to the New Zealand program.  Damn him and his love of Hobbits.

Kurt hefts up the box he’s carrying and pushes his Doc Martin against the door, the latch not caught.  

The common area is in a state of disaster, with boxes labeled everything from ‘Lydia’s Random Shit” to “Property of Rachel Berry, contents within to be organized in the common kitchen area”, as well as a smattering of bedspreads as well as toiletries for the common bathroom.  He wades through it, making a path to the single-side of their suite, and notices the room he had had last year is already occupied, a Roxy Music poster strangely juxtaposed above a magazine cut-out of P!nk and a poster for the movie Cabaret.  He stares at the door for a bit and realizes that the new kid - Blaine - wouldn’t have known it was his room because he isn’t Sam.  He sighs in frustration and moves on to the last room, his right side to the window seat.

The door is open, and Kurt realizes that the girls already have the keys somewhere. He puts down his box, surveying the small but clean room, taking a breather before the almighty trek to and from his car for his stuff.  This year he had packed as lightly as possible, foregoing extra furniture or supplies he didn’t need in favor of as much of his wardrobe he could possibly pack.  It was going to be a pain in the ass to get everything upstairs and waiting wasn’t making it any easier.

He hefts himself off the bed, his temporary reprieve over, and strides out of the room, slamming into someone just outside his door.  

“Shit, I’m-”

“Damn, what’re you-”

They disentangle and Kurt finds himself looking into anxious amber eyes.  

And fighting to control his jaw because his new roomate is flawless.

He’s shorter than Kurt, but broad and tentatively smiling, his wide eyes apologetic.

Kurt straightens out his clothes, not even sure if they need straightening, just so he can look down, away from Blaine’s face.

Because jesus.

“I’m so sorry, Kurt!  I just got back and the girls said you were here so I thought I’d-”

“Come and try to kill me the first day?” Kurt asks, but smiles, letting Blaine know all is well.

Blaine laughs, a warm, homey sound that curls around Kurt’s chest and settles in his gut.  Oh, this...this could get complicated he thinks before looking to Blaine, who’s wringing at his neck, his soft curls upset at the  top of his spine.

“Killing me off won’t get you more time in the shower in the morning, we live with four women.  You might as well get used to me, Blaine.”

Blaine nods and gestures to his room.

“I was going to finish unpacking but...do you need help unloading?  I-” He seems think for a moment glancing at his door and then at Kurt’s face, a question there.  “I mean, I can help if you want it?  We could get to know each other?”

Kurt smiles, wondering at this genuine boy.

“I’d love it,” he says, grabbing his keys.  “I’ll even treat you to dinner later.”

***

A month into the semester Blaine is well settled.  He knows when to rush for classes and when he can dawdle.  He knows how early he has to get up to beat all four of the girls AND Kurt into the bathroom.  He knows Rachel’s vegan and not to leave food cooking in the common kitchen lest the entire dorm be angry at him for setting off the fire alarm.  Awkward.

He’s happily slipped into a lunch routine with his suitemates and their friends all around him,
Kurt rushing through on Tuesdays and Thursdays due to his internship, but taking his time on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays to have coffee with Blaine.  They discuss their suitemates, as well as laugh about some of Kurt’s fellow fashion design majors and the juxtaposition of classes Blaine has being a double business/music major.

He knows what it feels like to puppy pile on the couch with all of them while they watch movies on a Saturday night, and what Lydia sounds like when she cries.  He cares so much for his newfound suite-family and it’s barely October.

He also has a little, secret, insignificant, I-can-ignore-it crush.

On a junior.

On his suitemate.

On Kurt.

His incredibly-talented-out-and-confident friend.

It’s quite pathetic, actually, because he doesn’t really think that Kurt even looks at him as more than a baby.

And, he thinks, he kind of is.  He’s only had one boyfriend, and even then it had been in secret and they’d only kissed a few times before Rian had freaked out and told him he couldn’t sneak around anymore.

It had been both the most exhilarating and confusing time of Blaine’s life.

He finds himself wondering about Kurt so much.  When he’s laughing with Cyrina on their way to class.  When he’s laying on Blaine’s bed, his pajama pants low and t-shirt barely rucked up reading Blaine’s theory book and listening to the new P!ink album, his bare ankles swinging.  When he’s blowing kisses to all of them on the way to the city to Vogue.

He doesn’t know what to do with it, not when Kurt has shown no interest whatsoever.

But tonight?  This?  He doesn’t think he can take it.

Kurt is waltzing around the suite in a barely-there shirt and leather pants painted on.  The shirt is blue and sheer in stripes, his hair all sex-crazy and glitter shining on his skin.

He also put on fucking eyeliner.

Eyeliner.

Blaine wishes he were wearing anything other than sweatpants as he pulls his statistics book onto his lap.

He watches Kurt walk out of his room, shutting and locking it while he pockets his wallet.  His boots are still unlaced and so he stops in the sitting area to tie them and talks to Blaine during the whole process.

“So I’m realizing now I should’ve invited you, Blaine.  A bunch of us from the fashion department go clubbing the first and third weekends of the month starting in October so we don’t let life get away from us.  I mean, I know you can’t drink but you’re legal to get in the club if you want to come sometime?”

He finishes tying his Martens and looks up at Blaine, eyes kohl dark.

Blaine can barely breathe.

“Yeah, okay...sometime for sure...”  He trails off, watching as Kurt turns and grabs a jacket from the hooks.

“Okay, Blaine, good.  I think you’d have a great time. Don’t wait up!”

With that, he’s out the door, Blaine wishing his erection away and wondering how to deal when all the girls are sweeping around the suite, the night young.

***

It’s late when Blaine wakes up, so dark in his room with no windows that he relies on his alarm clock, shining and blue, to keep him in some small semblance of light.

The clock that’s fiercely stating it’s 3:24am.

It’s only Saturday so he’s not worried, he can go right to bed but-

Then he hears it.

A soft sound, through the sheetrock next to his head.

He strains his ears, it’s coming from Kurt’s room and-

Oh.

His blood runs hot, then cold, as his ears adjust and he can make out what Kurt’s doing...what he’s saying, and Blaine remembers the vent between their rooms is under his bed, against the wall.

He can’t hear it all, but some things come through.

At first it’s just the sound.

And god, it’s like every fantasy he’s ever had of Kurt, breaking through his wall.

Little groans and ohs filtering through the plaster in an unmistakable rhythm.

And they’re getting louder.

And Blaine, despite himself, just strains to listen, his cock hard and insistent against his lower belly.

Kurt’s voice, now painting pictures in Blaine’s mind, plaintive cries of “yes, yes, fuck yes” and, oh my god, begging for “more”.

Blaine groans into his pillow and bites at his fist, listening to Kurt get fucked and wishing it were him making those sounds come from Kurt’s perfect mouth.

He hears the other voice, distinctly male, and jealousy threatens to eat him alive, anger burning low and fast in his chest.

It should be me, he thinks, but doesn’t know how that could be.  Inexperienced Blaine with nothing to...

I want you to teach me how to fuck you, he thinks, and his cock throbs, his ears still trained on Kurt’s muffled pleasure.  Guilt runs through him as he palms his cock through his pajamas, walking the line of indecision before Kurt wails and he has to, just has to do it and get it over with.  He thrusts his hand into his pajama pants and works himself over, hard and quick, his chest already tight and balls already drawn, picturing what Kurt might do.

You could show me how to...fuckshitgod...how to fuck you like that he thinks, twisting his hand on the upstroke.  Or teach me to take your dick, Kurt, and oh fuck teach me to ride you and-

He comes, not daring to make a sound and biting his lip, hard, as he arches up and away from the bed, spilling over his fist and shaking as Kurt’s cries grow frantic and stop.

We fucking came together he thinks, and then drifts.

***

He’s never hidden in his room but that’s exactly what he’s doing.

It’s almost eleven and he’s hungry even though he ate some poptarts he had stashed so Bethany wouldn’t steal them.  They were strawberry, after all.  

They usually go to brunch together on Saturdays.  Does that happen if you have a hook up? he wonders and then Oh, fuck, what if the guy stays?  The jealousy threatens to overwhelm him again and so he just tries, again, to read his music theory text, the words blurring together and then focusing again as he calms his body.

Then he hears Kurt’s door open, two sets of feet and a giggle pass, and then hoots and shrieks from the common area.

He waits.  Waits until he hears the master door open and close and then gets out of his bed and goes to the common area.  When he get there he sees Kurt, his hair touseled and his pajamas clingy, snuggled up against Rachel, who’s laughing.  Cyrina and Lydia are in various states of dress, obviously getting ready to go to brunch, and he can hear Bethany brushing her teeth.

“-that’s all I’m saying.  I mean, damn, he’s so fucking cute.”  Cyrina finishes what she’s saying and Rachel looks up at Blaine.

“So how did you sleep?” And there it is.  The perfect moment for Blaine to let Kurt know he’s loud and he can hear him and it’s so difficult and-

“Oh, guys.  I sleep like the dead.  My mom and dad used to make jokes about me dying in fires and shit.”  He looks at them, feigning as much innocence as humanly possible, and watches Kurt blush.

“Well that’s something, anyway...” he hears Kurt mutter, and Rachel laughs.

“Well, you’re lucky then.  Sam used to complain about it all the time and his bed was on the opposite wall!  Yours is right over that vent and on the same wall - I’ve been so patient, dammit, and look, girls, Blaine didn’t even hear it.”

Kurt swats her.  “Rachel, stop.”

Bethany comes prancing in, obviously having slept better than Blaine, and gives Kurt a look.

“Oh, no way.  If you’re bringing Ben back here more than once again this year, even if he is just your booty call, we get to oogle and catcall you because he is one hot piece of ass, Kurt. Like, jesus, why is life so unfair?”

She faux-faints and then goes to get her meal card, the other girls clicking and tossing throw pillows at Kurt.

“Sorry, Kurt,” Cyrina says, “At least we can live vicariously through you since the rest of us aren’t getting laid.”

“I object!” he hears Bethany’s muffled cry from her bedroom.

“You and your boyfriend since the Jurassic period don’t count, Bethany!  It might as well be married sex!” Lydia calls, crossing her arms and shaking her head.

“Lies, you all wish you were getting on the regular like me,” Bethany says, tugging on her hoodie and eyeing Blaine.

“What about you, freshman?  Hmm?”

He knows he’s red and shit shit, this wasn’t part of the plan.  “I-”

Bethany clicks her tongue and walks around him, sizing him up.

“Blainers, we love you, we’re not judging...okay, so you have a pretty gorgeous ass, you know that?”

Blaine laughs at that and tackle-hugs her until she’s on the floor, screaming for help and mercy.

“Aww, Bethy, you like me!  You really like me!” he says, turning the hug into tickling.

She just laughs and fights until Cyrina’s tickling him for her and all hell breaks loose, pillows flying and women taking sides until they’re all laying on the floor, flushed, leftover-laughter-bubbling messes.

“I just...wanted...to go...to breakfast,” Rachel says, hooking her leg over Kurt’s.

“I just wanted you all to stay out of my sex life!” Kurt says, smile evident in his voice.

“When you let the whole suite know...” Cyrina begins, but Kurt cuts her off.

“Belgian waffles!”

***

Two weeks isn’t that long in college time, although the days sometimes seem to drag, and without Blaine realizing it, it’s club night Friday again and Kurt comes waltzing into Blaine’s room. His eyes and hair done are done, his shirt - this time black and in some shiny, clingly fabric that makes Blaine want to both touch it and have a personal moment to himself - already on, but still wearing yoga pants.  He crawls across Blaine’s bed, invading his personal space, and brackets Blaine’s shoulders with his hands against the mattress.

“So are you going to come with me this time, or...?”  He’s giving Blaine the same pouty face he did three days ago when there was only one ice cream cone left in the dining hall and he wanted Blaine to give it up for him.  

Do you have any idea what that does to me, Kurt? Blaine thinks, before flicking a cheeto from his bowl at Kurt.

Kurt squawks and pulls back, giving Blaine time to sit up and put his musicianship book down.

“I have a report due Monday, Kurt, and I kind of want to get it done so I don’t have to do a fucking thing on Sunday.”

“So studious,” Kurt says, shaking his ass in Blaine’s direction.  “I remember when I was studious...”  He gazes at some fixed point above Blaine’s desk, and Blaine laughs.

“You’re still studious, just not tonight, Kurt.”

Kurt eyes him and smiles.  ‘Awww, Blainers you noticed!”

Blaine nods, but winces internally at the words.  He doesn’t want to be another one of the girls or a little brother to Kurt.  He wants...so much more than Kurt can even see.  The nights where they sit, shoulder to shoulder and sharing popcorn watching deliciously horrible TV and laughing are some of Blaine’s favorites of his whole life and Kurt doesn’t even know.

“Mmm, yes. It’s our job, us little brother types, to notice and be proud.”  He says this rather pointedly, almost asking for Kurt to call it out.

It works.

“You’re not my little brother,” Kurt says, his whole frame stilling and his eyes growing serious.  “You’re not.  I- I’m so glad to have you around this year, Blaine.  You make my life more...happy.”

Blaine’s shell shocked, his whole body furiously attempting to make a move, make him get up out of his bed and gather Kurt up in his arms, make him see the way he feels-

But then Kurt shakes his head and the moment is gone.

“I’m so sappy today, sorry,” he says, blurting it out in a rush.  “Need to get my pants on...enjoy being studious, Blaine!”  And then he’s gone and Blaine’s kicking himself.

***

At two am, Blaine’s still awake and staring at the ceiling.  He’s argued with himself over and over that it’s the caffeine he had at the cafe at seven or the fact that it’s a Friday night and he can sleep in and his body just knows but that’s not it and he’s a liar and god he just needs to go to sleep because the likelihood of it happening again might not be-

He hears the master suite door open and then bang shut, Kurt’s stifled giggles coming through the common room and then rushing by his door, another voice with him, deep and loud.

“God, I can’t wait for you to fuck me.”

Right outside his door.

Some guy just told Kurt he wants to be fucked right outside his door and-

“Shhhh! Jesus Christ, Ben...and I’m making you go home this time, the girls gave me so much shit...”

Blaine wonders if Kurt realizes he’s being just as loud as his would-be lover.

“Kicking me out?  That’s-”

Blaine stays still, listening, but all he hears is silence and then-

Fuck, let’s at least get in my room, Blaine may sleep well but-”  And then Kurt giggles, and Blaine’s heart could break from this, he wants Kurt so much.

He stops listening then, and buries his head beneath the pillows.

***

It doesn’t matter.  He doesn’t fall back asleep and it just makes things worse.

Ten thousand times worse.

Because, in his head, his fantasy of last time, of Kurt showing him how...how to ride him...

“Take it, c’mon...”

Kurt’s voice, loud enough for him to hear and breaking at the end, Kurt’s bed hitting his wall.

Fuck.  Fuckfuckfuck.

“So tight, fuck-”  Blaine can barely breathe, slicking himself with lube and dragging his hand over his cock, quickly, surely.  He can’t help it, has to do it, his breath ragged and harsh through his nose while the guy - Ben, makes more noise than Blaine would like.  But then Kurt-

“So good, so good-”

Blaine grips himself tighter, milking his cock and bringing himself to the edge and-

“Fuck, Fuck- Blaine!”

He stops, his orgasm crashing over him, come spurting out over his stomach as one part of his body finishes something he can’t mentally stick with at the moment because all motion through the wall has stopped.  

He shudders and shakes, wide awake and straining to hear.

Low, muffled talking.  Then higher, Ben’s voice-

“What the fuck, Kurt, I-”

Then a harried “shhhhhh!” and Kurt’s low voice.

He stays still, terrified to move, breathe, clean himself up because-

Fuck-Blaine!

Instead he just listens as the movement continues and then Kurt’s door opens.

There are no words outside his bedroom door now.

The master suite door opens and closes and then he hears Kurt come shuffling back and then-

Stopping.

At his door.

He barely breathes but what if-

He moves, stealthy and silent and grabs his shirt from the floor, quickly wiping at his stomach and hand and then breathes, thinks, decides.

He crosses his room and opens his door-

To nothing.

To the sound of Kurt’s closing.

***

This time two weeks seem to drag and Kurt can’t seem to calm himself down.

I’m asking him this time.  He keeps repeating this to himself every day, at the weirdest times.

When Blaine comes out of the bathroom with toothpaste breath and his towel finally un-self-consciously around his waist instead of in a robe the size of Kansas City and Kurt wants to just-

When they’re curled up together with Cyrina and Bethany on the couch watching Bunheads and Blaine, asleep for the moment, nuzzles his nose into Kurt’s shoulder.  And then again when wakes up and blushes seven shades of red and apologizes fifteen times more than necessary.

When he watches Blaine pick the marshmallows out of his Lucky Charms and then ditch the rest of the cereal at breakfast on Thursday.

When Blaine.

***

Blaine’s waiting for it this time.

Kurt comes in, right on schedule, looking fabulous in red, his face not done yet, but his hair all awry.

“Come on.  This time you’re coming with me.”

Blaine takes a breath.  Then another.

“No.”

Kurt stops and stares, the command evident in Blaine’s voice and, well, it’s now or never.

“Stay here.  I mean...stay with me.”

Kurt looks at him awhile, smile barely tracing at the curve of his lip.

“Yeah?”

Blaine steels himself and then pushes his feet forward.  Three steps, four, and then takes Kurt’s face in his hands and kisses him.

It’s like drowning, the way he feels like he can’t breathe and his chest is filled with so much.  He takes Kurt’s tongue in his mouth and groans, running his palms over the mesh of Kurt’s shirt and then down, gripping his ass and pulling him closer, making Kurt’s eyes open in surprise.

Blaine stares at him but still kisses, nipping at his bottom lip, stroking his tongue and then pulls back.

“I don’t want you to fuck anyone but me.”  Blaine can’t believe he said it.  He can’t even believe it, but it’s true.  It’s so true-

Kurt pulls him closer, whispering.

“Oh my god...”

Blaine pushes forward with his plan, his well-rehearsed two-week plan...

“Not...not tonight but...sometime soon because I just...you make everything amazing, okay?  And I know I’m younger and-”

“No, no, that’s fine, Blaine, I-”

He lifts his fingertips to Kurt’s lips and silences him.

“I’m never gonna say this if I stop so listen, Kurt, okay?”

Kurt, eyes wide and skin flushed, nods against his fingertips but holds him close, not letting him hide away from his next statement.

“I heard you.”

Kurt freezes but doesn’t pull back.

“I...both times.  And I heard...I heard...”

Kurt closes his eyes then and bites his lip, but still doesn’t pull away and so Blaine rushes on.”

“And I...okay, so I had to...you sounded so hot, Kurt and I want you to...show me.  Show me how to make you sound that way and-”

He can’t finish because Kurt’s gasping and pulling at him, invading his mouth and pulling at his shirt.

“We’re- we’re not having sex tonight-” Blaine gasps out, Kurt’s teeth on his neck.

“Not necessary,” Kurt grins, and dives back in, Blaine succumbing at last.

Cordillair (8/10+E Kurtbastian)

Some time ago I took this prompt on the GKM and thought to myself, "I can do this. I can make this world."  I took it to try to deal with my feelings on Klaine breaking up, and I took it to stretch my writing wings.  If Kurtbastian isn't your thing, let me assure you - Kurtbastian doesn't happen for many, many chapters.  And this is DEFINITELY not canon.  It's a completely different world, with OCs and only three canon characters in name - Sebastian Smythe and Kurt and Burton Hummelod (Hummel-ODD).  Maybe take a chance on me and I'll take you on an adventure.

Part One Two Three Four Five Six / Seven

Warning for this chapter: graphic violence/whipping.
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Cordillair (7/10+E Kurtbastian)

Some time ago I took this prompt on the GKM and thought to myself, "I can do this. I can make this world."  I took it to try to deal with my feelings on Klaine breaking up, and I took it to stretch my writing wings.  If Kurtbastian isn't your thing, let me assure you - Kurtbastian doesn't happen for many, many chapters.  And this is DEFINITELY not canon.  It's a completely different world, with OCs and only three canon characters in name - Sebastian Smythe and Kurt and Burton Hummelod (Hummel-ODD).  Maybe take a chance on me and I'll take you on an adventure.

Part: One // Two // Three // Four // Five // Six
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Cordillair (6/10+E Kurtbastian)

Some time ago I took this prompt on the GKM and thought to myself, "I can do this. I can make this world."  I took it to try to deal with my feelings on Klaine breaking up, and I took it to stretch my writing wings.  If Kurtbastian isn't your thing, let me assure you - Kurtbastian doesn't happen for many, many chapters.  And this is DEFINITELY not canon.  It's a completely different world, with OCs and only three canon characters in name - Sebastian Smythe and Kurt and Burton Hummelod (Hummel-ODD).  Maybe take a chance on me and I'll take you on an adventure.

Part OneTwo  // Three  // Four / Five

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Cordillair (5/~10 Kurtbastian)

Some time ago I took this prompt on the GKM and thought to myself, "I can do this. I can make this world."  I took it to try to deal with my feelings on Klaine breaking up, and I took it to stretch my writing wings.  If Kurtbastian isn't your thing, let me assure you - Kurtbastian doesn't happen for many, many chapters.  And this is DEFINITELY not canon.  It's a completely different world, with OCs and only three canon characters in name - Sebastian Smythe and Kurt and Burton Hummelod (Hummel-ODD).  Maybe take a chance on me and I'll take you on an adventure.

Part: One // Two // Three  // Four

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Cordillair (4/~10 Kurtbastian)

Some time ago I took this prompt on the GKM and thought to myself, "I can do this. I can make this world."  I took it to try to deal with my feelings on Klaine breaking up, and I took it to stretch my writing wings.  If Kurtbastian isn't your thing, let me assure you - Kurtbastian doesn't happen for many, many chapters.  And this is DEFINITELY not canon.  It's a completely different world, with OCs and only three canon characters in name - Sebastian Smythe and Kurt and Burton Hummelod (Hummel-ODD).  Maybe take a chance on me and I'll take you on an adventure.

Part On // wo /Three

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Cordillair (3/~10 Kurtbastian)

Some time ago I took this prompt on the GKM and thought to myself, "I can do this. I can make this world."  I took it to try to deal with my feelings on Klaine breaking up, and I took it to stretch my writing wings.  If Kurtbastian isn't your thing, let me assure you - Kurtbastian doesn't happen for many, many chapters.  And this is DEFINITELY not canon.  It's a completely different world, with OCs and only three canon characters in name - Sebastian Smythe and Kurt and Burton Hummelod (Hummel-ODD).  Maybe take a chance on me and I'll take you on an adventure.

Part: One // Two //

WARNING for this chapter: non/dub con HET sex, abuse with kicking/whipping,  NC-17
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Kurtbastian: Cordillair (NC-17)

Some time ago I took this prompt on the GKM and thought to myself, "I can do this. I can make this world."  I took it to try to deal with my feelings on Klaine breaking up, and I took it to stretch my writing wings.  If Kurtbastian isn't your thing, let me assure you - Kurtbastian doesn't happen for many, many chapters.  And this is DEFINITELY not canon.  It's a completely different world, with OCs and only three canon characters in name - Sebastian Smythe and Kurt and Burton Hummelod (Hummel-ODD).  Maybe take a chance on me and I'll take you on an adventure.

There are 15,000 words of this story already written and I've been writing every weekend to make this happen.  I'm starting to post today, December 2, a Sunday...and the next post will be Wednesday, December 5th.  :)

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Hi. My name's Stut_ter. I like to write...

You may know some of my stories. I have written two that some people know about: Save Yourself (Klaine AU where Blaine is a 30-year old Virgin) and Enzymes (AU where Blaine meets Kurt at a club called Desiderate).

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