Finding love in unlikely places
Kurt approached the bar, head tilted down but with his eyes subtly scanning the room.
What on earth possessed him to drive out to Scandals, by himself, at 11 o'clock on a Friday night?
He paused mid-way to the bar, telling himself he should go, he should just turn around and leave. His mind swarmed with images of earlier today, Karofsky shoving his right shoulder towards the lockers, Azkimo giving him a hard should check to the left. The taunting and Jeers that he was an ugly fag that no one wanted, that he was so disgusting even his friends didn't come to help cause of their repulsion of having to touch him.
Another shove and a swift kick to his ribs as his legs gave out and he fell to his knees. Memories of laughter echoing through his mind as his bullies walked away claiming he was a pathetic little virgin who was going to die alone.
He stood taller more confident as he continued his walk to the bar. He was not ugly or worthless or any of the other names he had thrown at him on a daily basis.
Perching on the nearest empty stool he put on his most confident persona and signalled the bar tender. A slightly shorter toned and muscular man walked over. He couldn't have been much older than 21 or 22 years old and he had the most intense hazel eyes Kurt had ever seen.
So stunned by his attractiveness Kurt missed it when he first asked what drink he wanted. The man looked at him smugly; he knew that men found him good looking and he was amused that this pretty boy, who was clearly underage, was mesmerized by him.
Kurt suddenly realised he was staring and snapped out of his daze.
'Sorry, what?'
The bar tender smiled 'I said, what'll be?'
'Oh I'll um, have um a rum and coke please'
'Sure'
The drink was slid across the counter as he placed the notes down and thanked the barman.
'Enjoy' he stated as he walked away to serve another customer.
As time passed Kurt could not believe his eyes; images of men dancing together, cuddling each other, making out in booths and in dark corners of the room. He had never even seen another gay person, with the exception of Rachel's dads, but they were older and clearly didn't count.
A feeling of happiness swept through him that these men could be like this here without fear of repercussions, a sense of hope that maybe, just maybe his life might not be so bad.
An hour later, the hope was dying as the realisation hit him. They were right; no one wanted him.
He had sat and watched countless guys chatting, dancing, and hooking up but not one person came near him.
Was he really that horrible? He remained slumped in the chair, eyes down on his glass as he felt a wave of sadness hit him and tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
Why did they have to be right?
'You ok?'
Kurt looked up to see the bar tender looking at him with concerned eyes. What Kurt hadn't known was that he had been watching him all night. He was tempted to go over to him several times but each time he plucked up the courage to do so, he was signalled to serve someone else.
'Yeah, just fine'
'Can I get you another?'
Kurt looked up and shook his head 'No thanks, I think I'm going to leave now'
'Oh, alright. I guess i'll see you around'
'Not likely' Kurt stated sadly as he slid off the stool and made his way to the exit.
The bar tender watched him go, regretting not saying more. He turned to his colleague, 'Hey Charlie, Is it ok if I clock off early tonight?' 'Sure no problem, just collect those glasses over there and head out', 'Thanks'.
As Kurt walked across the empty car lot to the far corner where his car was parked he failed to notice the figure lurking a few feet over until he heard their voice. 'Hey Fancy, what are you doing here?'
Kurt jolted and looked to the side to be met with Karofskys cold stare. 'What are you doing here?'
'Hey I ask the questions not you, you freak.'
Kurt continued to look at him puzzled; it was Friday night why was Karofsky at a gay bar on the outskirts of town? He knew for a fact that Dave lived right on the other side of town and from the entire buzz going around at school, should have been at Azimos party tonight.
Karofsky panicked at his quiet gaze and stepped forward grabbing his shirt. 'What the hell are you looking at me like that for?'
'Why are you here Karofsky'
'None of your business freak'
'You're at a gay bar?'
'Shut up'
'Why are you at a gay bar?'
'I said shut up before I make you shut up'
Suddenly realization dawned on Kurt as he took in Karofskys fearful face.
The sharp intake of his breath alerted him that Kurt had figured out the reason he was here and he squeezed tighter as he rammed him into the nearest truck.
Kurt was scared for his life seeing the anger and hate shining from Karofskys eyes.
His left cheek felt like it exploded as the back of Dave;s hand made contact. The taste of copper in his mouth told him he had cut the inside of his cheek on his tooth but he had no time to recover as the right side of his head was smashed against a parked vehicle. Kurt felt pain in his right temple like no other and knew from the cold trickle he could feel down the side of his face that he was bleeding.
'Please stop, please, I won't say anything'
The top few buttons of Kurt's shirt had been torn during the struggle and his smooth pale collar and right shoulder were on display. Dave paused in his actions as his eyes wandered down to the newly revealed bits of flesh.
He slowly licked his lips then without warning pressed his whole body against Kurts and attempted to latch his mouth on to the trembling lips in front of him.
Kurt turned his face away and shouted for Dave to 'Leave me alone'.
Abruptly, Dave's body was pulled off of where it was pinning him to the truck and a warm body swiftly stepped in front of him, shielding him for Dave.
'Get the fuck away from him' the bar tender shouted.
'Fuck you – this is none of your business this is between me and the princess here'
'I'm making it my business'
Dave stepped forward to grab hold of Kurt's saviour, only to receive a swift punch to the jaw followed by several jabs to the stomach before being pushed back.
'I told you once, now I'm telling you again –Fuck off'
Karofsky, though bigger could tell this guy knew how to take care of himself. He stepped back looking at Kurt like he was filth. 'Fine, he isn't worth this shit anyway. He's nothing, you got that fancy, can you hear me you filthy fag, you're nothing but dirt' he kicked loose gravel from the ground in Kurt's direction, making him flinch. 'You're a useless disgusting homo who's nothing but dirt; you say anything about this at school, anything and it'll be the last thing you say'
'Get out of here NOW! '
With one final snarl in Kurt's direction Karofsky walked away leaving them alone in the dark lot.
Turning and taking in the beautiful customer from earlier, he was shocked to see Kurt shaking with blood dripping down his face and a bruise forming on his cheek. He raised his hand to check he was alright but Kurt jumped back in fear.
'Hey, Hey its ok. I'm not going to hurt you. My names Blaine, I served your drinks earlier, do you remember.'
Kurt took in his kind worried eyes and nodded. 'Kurt' he whispered.
'Come on; let me take you home;
Panicked, Kurt shook his head with wide eyes 'I can't, I can't go home. I lied about where I was going tonight.' He looked down 'I didn't plan on going home tonight.'
Blaine swallowed at that statement and looked at him for a moment.
'Ok, come on'
Kurt looked up confused.
'You're coming home with me; no funny business but someone's got to take a look at that cut.
No way. Kurt could not believe it. No way did this gorgeous bar tender want to take him back to his.
Blaine didn't quite know what to make of Kurt's expression but placed a protective arm around him and started ushering him in the direction of a BMW.
'It's alright; I'm not going to hurt you. We can leave your car here ok? Let's get you looked at'
Blaine unlocked the passenger door of his vehicle then looked at Kurt to sit inside.
One look into those big hazel eyes, full of concern and the worry lines apparent on his beautiful face and he knew he could trust him. Without another moment's hesitation he got in.
What would happen now, he had no idea. Watching Blaine get in and glance over at him with a gentle smile, he couldn't wait to find out.
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