Rachel had been bustling through the apartment sighing loudly since she got home. She obviously wanted him to ask what was bothering her, but Kurt was not about to interact with her. She'd just try to convince him to go out with her again. He was perfectly content to sit here and wait for her to start her nagging and pleading without his assistance. And then she had turned off The Notebook in a bid for his attention. Instead, Kurt focused on spooning ice cream into his mouth.
"Honestly Kurt, it's our first Halloween in New York. Now, you have been moping around the apartment for weeks."
He looked up from the half-eaten pint of Ben & Jerry's Phish food, fully intending to tell Rachel off for the umpteenth and hopefully last time this week. Words failed him as he took in the Rachel Berry fashion before him: A fuzzy headband with rounded ears and a brown tail poking out from beneath a brown tube top trying to pass for a dress.
"Are you dressed as a slutty monkey?" he managed to say.
"Kurt!" she gasped, affronted. "I'm not just any slutty monkey." There was a knock as the door of the loft began to slide open. "And there's my Ted Shackleford now."
Brody entered the apartment with a big grin. Kurt didn't know where to look first. The tight, bright yellow boxer briefs, the large yellow boater hat, or the ridiculous yellow polka dotted tie on his bare frustratingly hairless chest.
A laugh forced its way out of his throat. "Oh my god. You're going out as Sex-Curious George and the Man in the yellow hat?" He managed to wheeze between laughs.
"It's cute." Rachel insisted. "Kurt, you have to come with us. Go put on your costume. Right now. Go!"
"Rachel," he protested as she dragged him off the couch, pushing him toward his room, "I don't have a costume."
Rachel shushed him. "Now go in your room and don't come out until you're ready to party." She pulled the curtain shut behind him.
Kurt sighed and stomped over to his closet. Plenty of things in his wardrobe could pass for a costume, but he wasn't in the mood for something bondage chic. Or anything really. A crumpled-up t shirt on the bottom of the closet caught his eye and inspiration struck. He shimmied into a pair of dark skinny jeans, pulled the wrinkled tee over his head, and slid on a red button down.
"Rachel?" he called tentatively.
"Uh uh. Don't even think about coming out here without a costume on." she said from just beyond the curtain.
"Do you still have Finn's Brad glasses?"
After a pause, she responded. "I'll get them."
Barely any time had passed before her hand pushed through the curtain and into his room. He took the black frames and put them into place before stepping out of the curtain.
"Well, what do you think?"
Brody inclined his head at the costume choice as Rachel squealed her approval and clapped her hands.
"Our first New York Halloween!" she said, "Let's go!"
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Kurt leisurely sipped his coke from his spot at the bar. It had only taken Rachel twenty minutes to leave him all alone. At least she was having a good time, he thought bitterly. He took the thick black frames off his nose and set them on the table, putting his head in his hands.
"Taking off the glasses kind of ruins the disguise, doncha think?"
Kurt turned to see who had spoken. Standing behind him was a gorgeous blond in a grass skirt. A hula dancer, perhaps? "Looks like my cover's blown." He said, inwardly applauding himself on his quick and cool response.
He sat in the empty chair beside Kurt. "Was this seat taken?"
Kurt shook his head, trying to avoid the blond's green-eyed gaze. "All yours."
"I was over there on the dance floor and I could help but notice you sitting here."
"Really?" Kurt breathed, hoping against hope he wasn't blushing.
"Yeah. You looked like you'd rather be anywhere but here." He leaned in closer, "What gives?"
"Oh." Kurt forced his facial muscles not to show his disappointment. "My roommate dragged me out and abandoned me at a club where nobody knows me," he explained.
A brilliantly white smile spread across his face. "What's your name?"
"Kurt." He answered far too quickly.
"Well, Kurt, now someone in this bar knows you. Let me get you another drink." He motioned for the bartender to bring two more drinks.
"You have a name, Lilo?"
He chuckled, and the sound made Kurt weak at his knees. "Ryan Evans. And to be clear, I'm a tiki warrior." He cupped his right hand around his mouth and whispered, "I couldn't really pull off the cute Polynesian hula dancer look."
"It's very…sequined for a tiki warrior." He said, brushing his hands along the belt of the hula skirt.
The man laughed. "You should have seen the original."
"You altered it yourself?" Kurt asked, allowing himself to examine the costume in its entirety. It really was gorgeous, if not suitable for a tiki warrior.
"I've had it since high school. Long story. This costume started as a joke, but I've been altering it slightly every year."
Kurt took a few sips of his drink and searched the dance floor for Rachel and Brody. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, just above his yellow boxers as they spun around. How could she look this happy so soon after the disaster that was Grease?
"Is there a Louis or Lois Lane in the picture?" Ryan asked breaking him out of his musing.
"Louis, but no. I'm single." He took a deep breath and went for it. "Is there some sort of tiki warrior prince?"
Kurt wasn't sure what it was about this man that inspired him to be so forward. It looked like Kurt may just end up taking Santana's break-up advice after all.
"Just me." Ryan took a sip of his drink. "So, what are your plans for the rest of the night? Anything exciting?"
"Definitely. I'm hoping to get leid." Kurt said, pawing at the lei as suggestively as he could.
Ryan gulped down the remains of his drink and placed a twenty on the bar. "Wanna get out of here?"
Kurt slid his hand into the crook of Ryan's arm. "I thought you'd never ask."
A/N: This is a story that I've been wanting to write for a while. It began as a weird daydream and sort of spiraled into a story from there. I'll be updating whenever I find the motivation to complete a chapter. Thanks for reading!