Kurt threw his head back and downed another shot of tequila. He felt his throat burn, but ignored it. By now, the feeling was normal. He slammed the glass down onto the counter and sighed. Reluctantly, he took out his phone. 12:02 a.m. Today was the day. It has been one year. One year since Blaine broke up with him after graduation. Blaine left him with no good reason or explanation.
(1 year ago)
Kurt was sitting on the couch watching Project Runway reruns when he heard a knock on the front door. It was the end of July and he wasn't really expecting anyone. Finn was away at football camp and Burt and Carole were both at work. He got up from the sofa and opened the front door with much curiousity. As he opened it, Blaine Anderson was revealed. Kurt felt his heart beat faster and he smiled.
"I didn't know you were coming over." Kurt said seductively before pulling Blaine into a heated kiss on their front porch. Blaine kiss he back passionately, almost needy like. The pulled apart once they ran out of breath. After catching his breath, Kurt noticed the look on Blaine's face. It was sad, and empty.
"What's wrong honey?" Kurt asked as he pulled Blaine into the living room and onto the couch.
"I can't do this anymore, Kurt."
"Do what?"
"I c-can't date you anymore."
"W-what?" He asked with tears in his eyes. He could literally feel his heart shatter.
"Kurt, please don't cry. Just trust me, it's for the best. " Was all Blaine said before standing up and leaving the Hudmel household quietly.
As soon as he heard the door close, Kurt collapsed into the couch and sobbed uncontrobably. He had no idea what just happened, but he knew one thing. Blaine Anderson would be impossible to get over.
(Now)
So here he sat, at the local gay bar in New York, drinking another shot. He couldn't see straight anymore and was pretty sure that he couldn't walk either. This had become a routine for Kurt. Every time something reminded Kurt of Blaine, he would go to the bar, drink as much tequila he could, and hook up with a random guy. After Blaine, Kurt couldn't date anymore. He couldn't. Not when he was still in love with him.
Kurt looked around and searched the bar for a guy to take home. He saw a few cute guys, but none that were worth talking too. He saw a hot guy at a table near the exit, but he had curly hair. Anyone that had a quality similar to Blaine's were an absolute no. He felt a light tap on his shoulder and turned his body to the opposite side.
"Can I buy you a drink?" A tall blonde guy asked Kurt. He had light blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. He was very muscularly built and had on a tight shirt to show it off.
"What's your name?" Kurt asked sounding uninterested.
"Ken." How fitting.
"You live around here Ken?"
"Yea, two blocks from here." He answered, trying to sound smooth. Kurt rolled his eyes and downed another shot.
"Let's go." Kurt said boringly as he pulled on his jacket and and headed out of the door, Ken falling closely behind.
They walked down the streets of Manhattan, Ken now leading the way. Ken continued at ask Kurt questions about Kurt, but he ignored them. Finally, when Ken asked if Kurt had a boyfriend, Kurt had had enough. He walked in front of Ken and stopped as they approached his apartment building.
"Look, let's not pretend that this is something it isn't. We both know that you aren't going to call me and you don't want a relationship. And even if you did, I don't. So let's go upstairs, fuck, and I'll go home in the morning. Sound good? Good." Kurt yelled. Ken nodded in response and went upstairs to his apartment.
"We have to be quiet. I just got a new roommate and he goes to sleep early."
"Whatever."
The couple entered the apartment quietly. The apartment was pretty nice. There was a large window at the back that showed a great view of the city. The room was furnished with white furniture and shiny appliances. The kitchen was beautiful and looked brand new, practically begging to be used. There was a short hallway with three doors. The first was slightly cracked and revealed the bathroom. The second door was completely shut, but light emitted from the bottom between the floor and door. Kurt guess that it was Ken's roommate. They approached the third door and Ken opened it naturally.
"Don't bother turning on the light." Kurt declared. Ken obeyed him and closed the door softly.
Before Ken had a chance to talk before Kurt pulled him down and connected their lips. The kiss was rough and hard. Hands were roaming all over bodies and hair was being pulled. Ken was feeling completely overwhelmed by lust. But Kurt felt nothing.
"You're so hot." Ken moaned as Kurt placed hard kisses down his neck.
"Don't talk." Kurt replied. And that was the last thing he remembered about that night.
(The next morning)
Kurt was suddenly awoken by a loud crashing noise. His eyes snapped open and he could immediately feel the pounding in his head.
"Sorry." Ken said as he picked up a desk chair that fell over. "I have to go to work. Can you get home by yourself?"
"Yea."
"Okay. My roommate made breakfast and he made extra if you want some."
"Thanks."
"Okay, well I wrote my number down in case you want to do this again. And I left some aspirin and water too. They're on the kitchen table" Ken explained. Kurt nodded, but didn't respond. He really wanted Ken to leave.
"Okay well, bye." Ken said nervously before making a quick exit out the door.
Kurt groaned and buried his face into the pillow. The smell of pancakes wafted into the room and just then, Kurt's stomach growled. He never stayed for breakfast after hook ups, but the smell of bacon filled his nostrils and he couldn't resist. He slowly got up and put his clothes back on, which took a few minutes since they were scattered throughout the room. He stepped out of the room and into the living room sluggishly, his head still pounding. He saw the kitchen table and saw that there was already a plate made. He practically ran to the table, not even looking at anything else, and sat down. He grabbed the fork next to the plate and stabbed into the small pile of pancakes on the round plate. Just as he went to swallow, he heard a voice.
"Oh my god." The voice whispered. Kurt knew that voice anywhere. He struggled to swallow the bite in his mouth without choking.
"Kurt?" The voice called again, sounding closer than before. Kurt slowly turned his body around in the chair and came face to face with the one and only Blaine Anderson.
