A/N: This story is based around the song 'Don't You Want Me' - I love the original version but especially the Glee version. I do understand that in the song Glee performed, Rachel was the other vocal but I don't ship Blainchel - I ship Klaine. Klainers gone Klaine!
Blaine picked up his Blackberry and glared at the screen, it displayed a picture of him and another man hugging. Blaine was pulling a face, his tongue was lolling out of the side of his mouth and his eyes were crossed, and the man that stood wrapped in his embrace was laughing. Both of their faces radiated love.
Where did that love go? Don't you want me, Kurt?
Blaine Anderson was frustrated with life, he was 29 and desperately in love with his client after they had a whirlwind romance. At first, he didn't expect much from Kurt but that was before he fell into a pool of him. And once he found himself drowning in that pool, there was no ladder to help him out and Kurt was the only lifeguard but the brunette refused to do much difference. Blaine had thought that only women, in his line of work, fell for their clients. No, Blaine is not a prostitute, but a talent scout. It all started with one drunken kiss in a bar and it escalated.
They met when they were both 24. Kurt was working in a bar, which was famous for its array of colourful cocktails. Blaine, the talent scout, was in need of new talent to manage and help rise up in the world.
"Blaine - I'm sorry but you have to find a new star to manage or you could be on the firing line." Blaine's hazel eyes widened. It felt like the life he'd taken so long to build up was slowly crumbling down. He knew that this conversation would happen sometime but was unaware of how horrible it was to hear.
"What am I going to do? Where am I going to find a new talent?" Blaine was pacing his apartment later that same day. He ran a hand through his mess of untamed curls and looked hopefully at his best friends. They were busy dancing around, humming Thriller.
"It's New York, man! Even the street cleaners are all sing and dance!" David smiled at Blaine while Wes pretended to sweep rubbish before doing a Michael Jackson-esque spin. Wes was also a talent scout. He managed David and daily named him, his 'prodigy'. The pair lived together, although they were both 'straight' and David had a girlfriend. They shared a close bond, and Blaine always thought they could talk to each other via psychic links. A small smile hinted at Blaines full peach lips. Wes sighed,
"Lets go bar hopping later! If you don't find talent," David and him stood side by side and did crazy jazz hands, "you still have a 90% chance of getting laid!"
Blaine barely jelled his dark curls down - enough to hold them whilst he partied the night away but not enough to stop them from bouncing when he walked, to stop them falling in his face as he talked. He was wearing dark jeans and a button down shirt. Typical dapper him. But when he got out of the cab, every atom of adrenaline he had been mustering fell from his trim body leaving him regretting agreeing to come. This was useless.
"Guys, this is stupid! This is the sixth freakin' one!" The Raven huffed and rolled his eyes as his Asian friend dragged him toward the door.
"Sixth time lucky!" David sing-songed.
Once they were inside, they realised - unlike other bars - this one was pretty empty. There was no live band - just a karaoke machine, DJ decks and instruments strewn un-played on the stage.
"This ones famous for its cocktails." Wes called as he and David made a run for the stage. Blaine looked toward the bar and saw someone who looked very out of place behind it. He looked too delicate and fragile to work in a place like this, but he was wearing the bartender uniform and was serving customers. The bartender had light brunette hair that laid carefully slicked back in a comfortable formation and Blaine could see his enchanting glasz eyes from where he stood in the doorway. The brunette's head turned and he threw a small smile towards Blaine, of which Blaine returned. Before Blaine knew what he was doing, he had sat at the bar at the end, which was completely empty. The bartender looked down the bar and his eyes met Blaines. He was the only one without a drink.
Hmm, good looking. Good features. Sexy hair - I'd like to run a hand through that. I wonder if he's gay…
He strutted characteristically toward the good-looking male sat at the other end. The man was looking at the drinks menu, so the bartender put his palms on the bar and let out a small cough.
"Hey, what can I get you?" The curly haired man smiled and continued to read the menu. Blaine looked back at the bartender,
"Erm, surprise me." The bartender looked pleased at his choice. He picked up a glass and the mixer. He couldn't help looking dreamily in the direction of his customer. His voice was like chocolate, it was smooth and comforting. The brunette noticed a small smirk start to take form on the handsome mans face. He had a slight twinkle in his eyes. Possibly gay.
"How much alcohol do you want in your drink?" He asked, tilting his head to look directly into the man's eyes. His gaze drifted across his face, noticing a handful of tan freckles laced on the man's face. He raised a perfect eyebrow.
"Again - surprise me…" The customers eyes slid down his chest to his nametag, the bartender couldn't help feel partially self-conscious, "…Kurt" Blaine read the nametag, with a hint of suggestiveness in his voice. He couldn't get over how suggestive he sounded. Was he normally this flirtatious? Was he normally this openly gay?
"Haha. So you know my name, what's yours Hotstuff?" Kurt winked as he mixed two fruits together. Blaine grinned and flushed. Definitely gay. Kurt decided he would have a bit of fun with this one.
"Blaine." Blaine watched, as Kurt seemed to drown the fruit in a few different types of alcohol. Did he really know what he was doing? Have faith, Blaine. Faith.
"…Blaine," Kurt repeated, the name rolling off his tongue perfectly. "Nice, it suits your face."
"Thanks." Kurt emptied the contents of the mixer into the glass and dropped an umbrella into it.
"One Kurt Hummel surprise!" He pushed the glass towards Blaine.
"What's the surprise?" Blaine was clearly amused. Kurt subconsciously concluded that other bartenders could serve customers. This, one, customer had his complete undivided attention for the rest of the night. Kurt gave him, what he hoped was, a seductive smile.
"The amount of alcohol in that thing. It's pretty intoxicating. You could get drunk." Resting his elbows on the bar, he watched as his new favourite customer took his first sip. Blaine pulled a tight face, his eyes creased up. It was completely adorable.
"Eh. Why do I have the feeling you want to get me drunk?" Kurt lifted a perfectly shaped eyebrow at his question.
"It never even crossed my mind…"
So, review if you want? This story is half finished so bare with me if I take a long time to add more chapters because I want to finish the story on Word before I publish this properly. This is technically just a taster BUT is the first chapter! REVIEW-REVIEW-REVIEW! *lessthan3*