Chapter 1-Bars And Leather Pants
Standing outside the Wentworth Bar and Grillle, Blaine Anderson looked around. He knew that this was the most in-demand bar, and that the who's who of New York City always wanted to be seen there. Except for him. He didn't care either way whether or not he was seen there. He was a concert pianist and had a little bit of a bad boy edge to him. He'd been arrested twice for assault. Those were bullshit charges, because he was defending his coworker the first time, and defending himself the second. But whatever, he didn't care. He had just finished rehearsing his last piece, and was hungry. He needed to get something to eat before heading home. Everyone he worked with had recommended the Wentworth as a chill place, and a place to get a decent meal, so he decided to give it a try. He walked in and noticed that it wasn't that busy. He smiled at the hostess and made his way to a table. He grabbed a menu and looked over it, and that's when he saw it. A vision of porcelain in leather pants. He couldn't stop staring, and quite frankly, he didn't like that. He usually only glanced and then stopped, but there was something about that ass. Before he could look away, the owner of the pants turned and looked at him. And then Blaine was a goner. The eyes, the hair. All of it. Blaine cast his eyes downward and studied the menu. But he didn't realize that the owner was looking at him, too.
Kurt Hummel loved his little restaurant. It was something that was his father's dream, but became his after his father's untimely and tragic death. Three years, and he still wasn't over his father's assassination. But, he knew the guy who did it would fry for it, and he had no worries. He hadn't anticipated Blaine Anderson walking into his establishment, but when he did, he was hooked. He'd seen Blaine perform live twice and loved it both times. He was super talented. He waved Alaina off of the table and decided to take the hot guy's order himself. He walked over to the table and smiled.
"Hi there. I'm Kurt. What'll it be?"
"Uh, how are the burgers?"
"I like them. Can't really complain about it too much."
"Then I'll take the bacon burger and fries and a large Diet soda. And your phone number."
Blaine sighed. He'd never been quite so forward with guys before, but Kurt's leather pants were affecting him in a way that he hadn't realized before. Kurt blushed a delicious shade of pink, that just made Blaine want to lick every inch of the long neck that he was checking out. Kurt smiled and shook his head.
"Oh no, bad boy. I know your type. I don't just give out my phone number, you have to work for it. But, I will get you that bacon burger and fries."
Kurt said, smiling. He turned around and walked away, knowing that Blaine was still watching him. He'd gotten back to the kitchen and posted the order in the kitchen. His stepbrother, Finn stood there watching him.
"What?"
"Dude, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out he's flirting."
"Yes, and he is so cute. And I'd flirt back, but Finn. Flirting is all that can happen. I have an infant to contend with."
"We could watch Jamie, Kurt. You know that."
Kurt sighed. He wasn't having this conversation with Finn, again. But he was right. Kurt did need to get out. He hadn't had a relationship since Micah left, and even then, it was tough. Being a single father wasn't the easiest with running a business, but he'd managed this far. He wished he could have the single life he'd had nine months ago. But, he couldn't.
"I know. But Finn, you don't understand it. It isn't just Jamie. It's the fact that I have a business to run."
"Rachel does the books, Kurt. You're a success. You know that. Go out. Have fun. Enjoy yourself."
And right away Kurt knew that Finn was right. He'd waited until he'd achieved a modicum of success before he decided to anything, and maybe it was time to do something for himself. He went to the soda fountain, put some ice in a cup, and got his diet soda. Then he took a piece of paper and went to the table and put the cup down and the piece of paper. The eyes looked up at him and smiled. There was a note on the paper. Kurt walked away, waiting for Blaine's reaction. Blaine looked at the paper and read the note. He noticed song lyrics on the page, and then Kurt's number at the bottom. He smiled, and re-read the note one more time, before folding it up.
"Hey, I just met you. And this is crazy, but here's my number. So call me maybe? It's hard to look right, at you baby. So here's my number. So, call me maybe? 733-283-1111. Kurt."
Blaine smiled, drinking his Diet soda. He got an idea. He took his cell phone out of his leather jacket pocket and put Kurt into his contacts list. He then took out a message and started typing it.
"Kurt, that horrible song? Really? Good job though. You've caught me, hook, line and sinker though with that. I'm intrigued by you, Kurt. Thoroughly intrigued. Consider me calling you?"
And he slid his phone back in his pocket. Kurt felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, and read Blaine's message. He blushed, and Finn immediately noticed. He put the plate on the shelf, and Kurt answered his message, before taking his order over to him. He laid it on the table and smiled his best flirty smile.
"Is there anything else I can get for you?"
"No, I'm good, thanks."
Kurt nodded and went back behind the bar to answer Blaine's text. The bar was empty, although it was a Wednesday night, and nobody ever came in past a certain time on Wednesdays. Which was part of the reason why he closed early on Wednesdays. Kurt smiled and sent the message, watching Blaine's face light up at the sight of his text. He started wiping down the bar. Blaine watched Kurt wipe down the bar and turned back to his delightful meal, before reading the text.
"Blaine, Blaine, Blaine…it was the first thing I could've thought of! Bar closes at ten on Wednesdays. So, eat up hot shot. And technically no, this does not count as you calling me, since we are texting. You want to call me, you call me."
Blaine chuckled to himself. Kurt was being sassy. He liked sassy Kurt. He liked everything about Kurt, and he didn't even know him that well. He glanced at the time on his cell phone and realized that closing time was quickly approaching. He sighed sadly and finished up his meal and turned to walk towards the bar. Kurt met him halfway and smiled.
"So, you planning on coming back here?"
"I hope so. As long as the eye candy holds up."
"Well, I am here every night except Tuesdays. That's when my stepbrother runs things around here. I look forward to your phone call, Blaine."
Kurt said. Blaine smiled at him and handed him some cash to cover his meal. Kurt shook his head and made sure Blaine knew that dinner was on him. Blaine smiled and shook his hand warmly. He turned to say something to Kurt, and got lost in the Cerulean eyes. He laughed and found his train of thought.
"I shall call you tonight then. I mean, I have an early rehearsal tomorrow, but I can call you, tonight…right?"
"You can. I look forward to that phone call."
Kurt said, watching as Blaine walked out the door. Kurt smiled and hadn't noticed Finn and Rachel coming out of the kitchen together. They'd never seen Kurt this happy before. Not even when Micah was around. Kurt turned around and watched his brother and sister in law examine his mood.
"That was Blaine Anderson, Kurt. You know that, right?"
"What significance does that have to me, Rachel?"
"Blaine Anderson…world famous concert pianist. Studied at both NYU, and Julliard before accepting a full ride at Oxford in London. Played Carnegie Hall twice and sold out both times."
"You know a lot about him, Rach. Why don't you date him?"
"Because he's obviously gay. And my heart is with Finn. It's about time you started putting yourself out there again. And Blaine Anderson is the way to go."
Rachel smiled at Kurt. He had to get home to relieve the babysitter of her duties for the night. He escorted them out, and locked up the restaurant and hugged Finn and Rachel goodbye, before hailing a taxi and heading to his apartment, thoughts of the curly haired, leather clad concert pianist swirling in his head.
A/N: Okay, so tell me what you think! This is my first post Tease fic! Lol. I also have a 102 degree fever, so if it doesn't make sense…sorry. Song used is 'Call Me, Maybe' by Carly Rae Jepson…seriously, I hate that song. Reviews are like klainebows and happiness!
