Kurt Hummel had a plan, and nothing will stand in his way.
The plan was made after drinking one too many tequila shots at Santana's New Year's party. Kurt does not want to spend another year single and alone with just his Broadway musical dvd collection for company. He was living in New York City for God's sakes! There had to be a plethora of young, available gay males looking for someone in this big city. That was why after he made that resolution, Kurt took any, and every opportunity to go on a date with any guy he could. Sure some of them turned out to be assholes and arrogant pricks, while others were more pathetic than him, but Kurt would not be discouraged. Some guy out there had to be Mr. Right, and Kurt was going to find him, marry him, have two children with him, and grow old with him. He was determined, and a determined Kurt was a force to be reckoned with. Kurt will find someone to be his boyfriend, and he will not rest until he does.
However, even he knew that this went beyond desperate. See, Kurt had gone on a date with this guy, Connor, a week ago. It was a lovely date, in Kurt's opinion, in which conversation was easy and bright smiles were exchanged. At the end of the evening, Connor hailed him a cab, opened the door for him, and told Kurt that he had a great time and would call him. Kurt had spent the past seven days obsessively checking and rechecking his voicemail to see if Connor had left a message. He hadn't. He's probably busy or something came up. Or maybe he lost his phone number? Countless of possibilities ran through his mind. Kurt, never being one to wait around, decided to take matters into his own hands. He decided to go back to the restaurant and bar that Connor had taken him to in the hopes of accidentally bumping into him.
Walking into the restaurant, Kurt's eyes immediately started scanning the room to see if Connor was here.
"Hi, are you joining us for dinner or-" The host asked as he saw Kurt looking around. Kurt was so engrossed in his search that he didn't hear him. "Hello?"
Startled out of his search, he turned a full-watt "Kurt Hummel" smile onto the host. "I'm meeting someone, a guy." He said excitedly.
The host mumbled under his breath, and after seeing Kurt looking at him interestingly, once again repeated, "Sorry. For dinner?"
Kurt replied with another one of his smiles and said, "I'll just wait at the bar." The host had said something else, but he wasn't too bothered with it. It didn't seem too important.
With his mind still occupied with thoughts about Connor, Kurt walked over to the bar and sat down on the only available seat. It was definitely crowded in the restaurant, which would make sense seeing as how it was a Friday night in New York City.
"What can I get you?" The bartender asked him. The bartender looked to be about Kurt's age, with curly black hair and hazel eyes. His dress shirt was black, as well as his pants, but Kurt realized that it was probably because that was the dress code.
"Oh no," Kurt said with a laugh. "I'm meeting someone."
The bar tender's eyes shined as he teasingly remarked with a wink, "Oh yeah? So you've got a hot date?"
Kurt turned slightly pink. On any other night he probably would have turned into "Bitch Kurt" and tell this stranger to mind his own business, but tonight was different. Kurt was feeling giddy and nervous at the same time, and needed someone to talk to. "Ah, I wouldn't know if you could call it hot. I mean this guy and I've only been out this one time…"
"Oh, you're gay?" The bartender questioned.
"Yeah, got a problem?" Kurt said with defiance and a glare.
The bartender shook his head. "No, not at all. I'm gay too." He gave Kurt a slight smile that Kurt could not help but return. "So you and this guy, are you two supposed to be meeting here?" The bartender asked after a little pause.
Kurt bit his lip and started to play with the hem of his shirt, both of which he does when he is feeling nervous. "Oh. Oh, when I said 'meeting,' I guess it was sort of a broad term, sort of a wide interpretation of the word 'meeting.'" Rambling was another thing he did when he was nervous.
The bartender gave him a strange look. "Right. Well," he said conversationally as he wiped the counter with a white rag. "You could call him."
Eyes widening, Kurt replied quickly, "Whah, no. Totally unnecessary. I was actually just in the area, so I just figured I would swing by and see if he was around." Feeling as though he should explain himself some more but without sounding desperate, he continued, "Because…I had his pen." 'Pen? Of all the lies you've told when you were in high school that even Dad didn't detect, you come up with pen?' Kurt silently scoffed at himself.
Obviously the bartender didn't buy it, seeing how his triangular eyebrows were now raised. "You had his pen?" The bartender repeated slowly.
"Yeah, his pen. I thought I should give it to him before he freaks out you know." Kurt gave a nervous chuckle.
"Okay then. So what's this guy's name?" The bartender questioned.
Kurt answered this happily, bordering on gushing, "His name's Connor."
The bartender stopped for a second. "Connor? Blonde spiky hair, blue eyes, with a British accent?"
"Yeah," Kurt replied in confusion. "You know him?"
"He comes here all the time. He came by yesterday with…" The bartender started saying before he abruptly stopped, looking like a school boy who accidentally told his best friend's secret to everyone in class.
'Of course.' Kurt thought to himself. This is what usually happens. Kurt would go out with a guy, have great time, and the guy would never contact him again. He knew that he was a bit intense, but he did not want to be grow old and not have anyone who loves him, god damn it! Dejectedly, he looked at the bartender. "Oh…Well, I'm Kurt, I went out with Connor last week. I just…" Kurt heaved a sigh. "I just…I thought that if I just ran into him…I don't know. I'm just gonna go now."
It must be saying something that he wasn't even embarrassed that he was made a fool again. As Kurt was getting off the bar stool, the bartender stopped him. "Wait. My name is Blaine. Why don't you- Ah, just, hang out for a second. Let me buy you a drink. One drink, okay? Give me, ah, two seconds. I will be right back." He gave Kurt an understanding look, and Kurt couldn't help but nod his head yes.