Truth About Love
A/N: Hello Kurtbastian lovers out there. This is a story that Kurt is not who he say he is. Please R&R. Leave comments what I should do or if you have suggestions. Enjoy!
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Kurt Hummel is not who you think he is. He's not some lovey-dovey, goody two shoes, only sex after marriage, prude virgin that everyone thinks he is. He's quite opposite actually. He actually is a one night stand, lie to the police, sex whenever he wants, sex god.
It all started when he was 15 years old. He went on a trip to Paris with his Aunt Alice. By then he knew he was gay and liked guys. Since his aunt is super awesome, bad-ass relative she got him a fake ID. He went to a club know as 'Scandales'. Translated into 'Scandals'.
*flashback*
'Just stay calm' Kurt thought to himself.
"ID please" the hopper said in a deep and very rich French accent. He nodded to Kurt and opened the door. Kurt could now here the music play. The bass was vibrating the in tire floor. Kurt now saw this was a gay bar.
'Perfect I'm gay may be I could loose my virginity' Kurt thought.
He entered the club. At the entrance there was a banner saying Karaoke night. Maybe Kurt would sing a song.
He entered farther into the club. He saw a bar with couple guys were making out. Another was talking with a lean tall 6' 9" ebony man. On the dance floor he saw a ton of people grinding. A short blonde with a very slim frame was singing a slurred version of 'your love is my drug'.
Kurt walked towards the bar fully aware of the eyes that singed into his back but one was very different. More of a protective look. Kurt heads over to the bar. A man comes to sit by him. He looks about 16 maybe 17. He is short about 5' 4". Skinny and has a chubby checks that still had very little baby fat. He had very light brown eyes almost a hazel.
"Louis, may I have a Samuel Adams." The boy asked. "And a Bud Light."
"Sure thing, Andy." The bartender, Louis. A darker haired blue eyed man, probably around mid-twenties early thirties. Average height a little chubby for his age.
"So you come here often?" The man, Andy, asked.
Kurt just laughed in front of him.
"What? What's so funny." Andy asked.
"It's just that you would most likely know if I do or if I don't." Kurt answered still giggling.
"Please elaborate on why I would know. I love your voice." Andy said intrigued.
"Well first you knew the bartender first and vice-versa. The way people look at you like they fucked you or they fucked you. Either way I know you are a regular and a pretty well known one." Kurt said.
"Good job... Ummmmm..."
"Kurt."
"Kurt yes a very nice name indeed." A random person said and pulled up a stool up right next to Kurt.
"And who are you?" Kurt asked the new man. He was probably Kurt's age. Smaller but seemed to be very confident.
"Hunter. I said no hook-ups tonight" Hunter said.
"Ohhhh are we having a gang bang over here" yet another person came. But this one was different. He started getting a tingling feeling. Weird.
"No we aren't doing anything. But we can leave." Hunter said starting to get a little edge "Go get Niff. Sorry for the inconvenient. Bye."
"Bye" Kurt said as they all left picking up a blond and brown haired men that must've been Niff.
He turned back around to see the 6' 9" ( No Pun Intended) African American.
* end flashback *
Kurt thought he'd never see them again so he deleted the encounter from all memories. He did loose his virginity. Been a slut since.
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