Alright, I just kind of wanted to see how this will go over. It'll probably be about 3-4 chapters total... unless I get carried away. *shifty eyes* But please! let me know what you think. :)
I do want to mention that there may be eventual Klaine- I'm not sure yet. BUT the whole story will be about Finn and Kurt either way. Sorry for not knowing yet. I don't have the whole plot mentally down already like I usually do.
I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Kurt leans over his best friend, placing kiss to his forehead. They were close, most thought they were together, but Kurt just wasn't ready to make the commitment. "Are you sure? I feel guilty leaving you here alone."
"I'll be fine, Kurt. It's the flu. I'd rather you not be here to see me this sick anyway."
Kurt gave him a look.
"Really. Go." Blaine lets out a laugh. He wasn't going to argue this anymore. Kurt had been cooped up with him for three days at his bedside 24/7. The boy deserved a break.
"Okay," Kurt finally complies, patting the boy's hand.
"Just don't dance with any cute guys," Blaine jokes.
"I don't think that will be a problem," Kurt doubts there will be any interested men at the club he's headed to for the evening.
There's a knock at the bedroom door. "Are you guys done yet?" Mercedes asks. "We need our boy, Blaine."
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Kurt waves his hand at her.
"Just be careful. You know how I feel about clubs."
"Only because of that creep, Sebastian," Kurt replies like it's nothing, earning a serious look from Blaine.
"Kurt," The smaller boy searches his friend's eyes, surprised he would blow off what happened like that.
"I'll be careful, promise."
"Oh, come on!" Mercedes yells. "It's not like you're never going to see each other again. Let's go!"
"We'll have him back at a reasonable time, Blaine." Rachel steps into the room, dragging Kurt out.
He can barely even get out "bye" before the bedroom door is shut and they're heading to Rachel's car.
In fifteen minutes there at the club and are all sitting at the bar. Mercedes and Kurt are waiting for their martini's to come out (Rachel offered to be the designated driver since alcohol doesn't set well with her anyway). The girls start scanning the crowd for cute men, but Kurt's eyes are focused at the entrance. A tall man, with dark hair and eyes just walked in. He's wearing a black leather jacket, charcoal wash jeans and a pair of black converse. Kurt knows this guy must be bad news, but something about him just screams alluring and he can't stop watching him.
The man sits down at the bar a few seats down from him and Kurt overhears him order a beer. His voice is deep, sexy; different than Blaine's smooth, velvety one. It makes his heart beat faster and causes something to flutter in the pit of his stomach.
No, no, no. This was wrong, he couldn't feel this way about this... this stranger. His best friend was worried about his coming here for the exact reason of what was sitting three stools away from him.
Kurt turns away and stares out into the crowd, finding that Mercedes and Rachel have found a couple guys and were dancing. Great, Kurt thinks. He grabs his martini and chokes it down, immediately asking for another. Ten minutes here and he's already wishing he hadn't come.
Another drink or two later, Kurt's feeling more giddy, but extremely bored. Then, he feels a presence behind him. A man's voice whispers in his ear, "You want to dance?" The smell of beer on the man's breath strikes his nose, affecting him in a strange way. Usually, the scent was absolutely disgusting to him, but something about it at this moment doesn't bother him at all. In fact, he kind of likes it, but maybe that's just because he's been drinking too.
"Sure," He replies, happy to have some form of entertainment. He finally turns to see his pursuer and discovers it's 'the bad boy.' For a moment he almost changes his mind, thinking back to what happened to Blaine, but the guy takes his hand and pulls him to the dance floor. Kurt takes a good look at him. This man is too attractive for his own good. He has these sort of puppy dog eyes, which should clash with his tough look, but only make him more mysterious. He's a little scruffy around the jaw line, which Kurt would usually mind, but it looks good on him. He can't help but wonder why in the world this gorgeous, must-be-straight man asked him to dance.
"What's your name, babe?" Kurt feels himself go red in the cheeks before replying with the answer. "Kurt, huh? I'm Finn."
Kurt nods, not sure what else to say, but he's glad because he doesn't think he'd be able to say anything right now.
An upbeat song starts playing and Finn leans in to whisper in Kurt's ear again, "So, I'll admit, I can't dance very well."
For some reason, a burst of confidence shoots through Kurt. This man actually wants to dance with him for whatever reason and he, well, he needs to take advantage of it. "Just follow my lead," He replies and slings his arms around Finn's neck, pulling himself inches from the body of the boy he'd just met. Finn places his hands around Kurt's waist, bringing him another inch closer. They still aren't touching, but they're close enough Kurt can feel the heat from Finn's body hitting his own.
They move together; nothing elaborate. Just a side to side motion in tune with the beat of the song.
Kurt feels something in his heart being near this man the way he is.
Something of lust.
Something of want.
It doesn't make sense to him, but the alcohol in system is preventing him from actually searching his mind for an answer.
They're still dancing two hours later. Somehow, they wound up touching, full on pressed up against each other. It's weird for Kurt, he's never been this close to anyone, but the feel of Finn's body pressed into his and the sweet scent of the sweat on his neck is intoxicating. So much that Kurt doesn't even notice himself trailing his nose to Finn's jaw and placing a kiss to the skin there. He pulls back when he realizes what he's done. He knows the alcohol in his system has worn off slightly, because he actually has a grasp on the situation, so why did he just do that? He doesn't even know if this guy is actually gay… wait, what was that bulge in his pants? Kurt pretends he didn't notice and looks to meet Finn's eyes, but he's checking the time on his phone.
"I have to go," He says.
"Oh," Kurt responds. Yep, he's definitely not gay. Well, that was embarrassing.
"It not that, I liked that, I just have somewhere to be," He looks at Kurt strongly and the smaller boy nods in understanding. Before he knows it, Finn cups his cheek and presses their lips together. The kiss is a bit rough and the stubble on Finn's chin doesn't help, but Kurt rather enjoys it anyway.
The tall boy pulls away and starts to head out. Kurt follows him out of the dance floor. "Wait."
Finn turns.
"Will I ever see you again?"
"That's up to you, babe."
"What? What do you—"
"Sorry, I really have to go," He nods at Kurt and heads out the door, reaching in his back pocket for a pack of cigarettes as he goes.
Kurt's stunned when Finn leaves, but he knows he can't dwell on it. As much as he feels like there was something there between them, Finn's just some guy he met and had a good time with. That's all and that's probably all it will ever be.
When Rachel and Mercedes drop him off at home, he heads straight to Blaine's bedroom to see how he's doing.
"Hey," Blaine says the minute he opens the door.
"Hey, I'm surprised you're up. It's eleven."
"I know, but I was worried about you."
Kurt rolls his eyes, not sure if he wants to tell Blaine about the man he met tonight. Blaine has made it clear to Kurt that he's ready for a relationship, but Kurt just can't commit yet. He doesn't know what it is, but he just can't. Yes, he loves Blaine, but sometimes he can't tell if love love or just hey-you're-my-best-friend love. He's felt attracted towards Blaine, but never as strongly as he had tonight with Finn. He was just so new to Kurt. Mysterious. Dangerous. Something exciting. Blaine is so… predictable. He's sweet and nice but that just sounds so boring after what he'd been introduced to today.
"So, did you meet anyone?"
"Uh…" Kurt hesitates, but he realizes he can't keep anything from Blaine. Besides, he'll probably never see the guy again anyway. So, he spills. Blaine looks concerned at first, but when he sees how excited Kurt is while telling his story (leaving out a few of the unnecessary details), he lightens up a bit. Kurt was having fun and he deserved it, Blaine tells himself.
"So, was that it? You guys just danced?"
"Well, he… he kissed me when he left," Kurt says somewhat breathlessly.
Blaine raises his eyebrows.
Kurt waves his hand, "It didn't mean anything, of course. Just 'hey, I had a good time,' you know, that kind of thing."
Blaine nods, feeling slightly jealous, but he pushes it away.
"How are you feeling? Any better?" Kurt presses his hand to the curly-haired boy's forehead in a motherly way of checking his temperature.
Blaine cracks a smile in response to this and says, "Yeah, a bit. I hope I'm back to new tomorrow."
"Well, it usually lasts five days or so. I bet you'll be feeling great tomorrow," Kurt smiles. "I think I'm going to crash."
"Night."
"Night," Kurt waves and shuts the bedroom door behind him.
When he's finished getting ready, he sits in his bed; mind rolling with thoughts of Finn. What did he mean by "That's up to you" when Kurt asked if they'd meet again? How would he be able to control that? He has no way of contacting him.
Kurt slips under the covers and lays back, snuggling in to the mattress. All the dancing he did had exhausted him. He'll have to think about it later.
Author Note:
So... that was chapter one! How was it? :D