Kurt glanced over at the dance floor and watched the newest addition to New York's notorious gay bar dance like a total idiot. This man was absolutely perfect (well, if you could get past the slicked down hair and affliction for bow ties; Kurt could definitely work with that) and yet he still didn't know the mysterious mans name.
Hot rage filled him as the guy began dancing with some pretentious douche wearing a green polo shirt with the collar popped. The guy didn't even know how to dance! Flicking his shoulder to and fro. Kurt stared into his cup and took a long swig, he supposed it was another long night of late night blogging and online vogue readings again.
He dared another glance at the gorgeous man on the dance floor before slamming some bills on the counter, "Can I ask you a question?"
Kurt looked over at the person in question and raised his eyebrows; the last person he expected to hit on him at a gay bar would be a middle aged man, but he could make it work, "What is it?"
"I'm sorry but… we're you just staring at that guy over there?" The man in the yellow jacket asked. Which by the way was so in fashion with the additional denim shirt and denim bow-tie.
He stared at the man and gaped, "I—No, no."
"Do you like that guy?"
"No, and even if I did, the feeling isn't mutual. We've never actually talked in person." Kurt admits, "I'm kind of creepy, right?"
"Would you like some friendly advice there?" The man asked him, Kurt nodded and sat back down in his spot. "Go ask him to dance with you. He's been totally vying for your attention all night. Maybe it is mutual?"
Kurt looked over at sweater vest boy and was speechless when their eyes met, the guy gave him a bit of a smile and a head nod. Kurt blushed and looked back at the man who had talked to him, "Before I leave, may I ask why you care about my pending relationship with that guy?"
He smiled, "He's my son."
Kurt gaped as the sweater vest's apparent dad walked off and met another equally middle aged man on the dance floor. He was about halfway to hyperventilating when sweater vest guy walked up to him, "Sorry, was my father bugging you?"
Kurt cocked an eyebrow, "Do you always use your father to help you pick up guys."
The man laughed, "Only the really intriguing ones."
"And how many is that?" Kurt pondered, watching as the man ordered them both some drinks.
"Just you." Kurt's breath caught in his throat as the guy continued, "My name is Blaine."
"Kurt."
