Nr. Three

the first of two fics I started based on gif sets:

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Summary: Kurt isn't really thrilled when Rachel forces him to go out to enjoy the adventure that is New York City until the singer at the piano catches his eye.


Kurt wasn't exactly opposed to going out. Not at all. He was a young adult in freaking New York City. The place of his dreams. The place where he could finally be himself, but Vogue took up so much time that going out and being giddy and awake just seemed impossible in the evenings.

He also didn't enjoy going out with Rachel and Brody too much. He had tried it once and it had ended with them singing flirty duets all evening and undressing each other with their eyes and it had just made him very uncomfortable. He liked Brody. He did, but being between these two just made him feel even lonelier than ever… and well Finn.

So he had spent the evening sipping his Cosmo (no he had no idea how they had sold him that but it was quite delicious), feeling uncomfortable looking at Brody and Rachel, thinking about Finn and fighting off about five guys trying to hit on him.

He knew that meeting someone had been one of Rachel's reasons to make him go out but he had had exactly one boyfriend for like three months before leaving Ohio and it hadn't been the love of his life but enough to show him that that was exactly what he wanted. He wanted someone sweet and gentle who looked at him with adoration and not only lust.

It really shouldn't surprise anyone that he blocked any attempt to go out again after that.

Still, Rachel Berry wouldn't be Rachel Berry if she weren't annoying and very stubborn so Kurt knew what was coming for him when she waited for him outside their apartment door one Thursday night, dressed up and with a look of determination on her face.

"Rachel. Wha…?" Was as far as he got before Rachel pulled him back down the stairs and out of the building.

"Rachel!" He gasped as he tried to keep up. "Would you care to explain to me what on earth you are doing here? I am positive that abduction of tired interns is forbidden under penalty of death in the state of New York!"

All he got as an answer was a "you know what this is about" look and he knew that if Rachel didn't even see the need to speak her mind, there wasn't a force on earth to stop her. For a moment he entertained the idea of whining until she'd let him go but he had a long weekend ahead and a pissed of Rachel Berry was worse than average Rachel Berry, so that wasn't an option either.

A subway ride later they were standing in front of Callbacks once more and Kurt had surrendered.

He would try to get some more Cosmos, hide in a corner and let Rachel hog the stage. He had the day off tomorrow; maybe it was time for his first real hangover since sophomore year.

They entered the bar and while Rachel was greeting people left and right Kurt headed straight for the drinks and even before Rachel had made her way to him he had nearly finished his first drink.

"Whoa Kurt, slow down, I really like these shoes." She said to him, smiling and raising her eyebrows at his drink.

He looked down at her footwear. "Don't worry Rach. Should I ruin them I will have done you a favor." She looked hurt but Kurt just motioned for her to get him a refill. She had dragged him there. Not the right moment to expect kindness.

As Rachel left, Kurt looked around. The place was pretty crowded and a guy was playing the piano on stage. Kurt shrugged; it would take mere minutes for Rachel to toss him off the stage and claim her place.

And then he started to sing. It was a "Do you think I'm sexy" and god, now that Kurt looked, his answer could just be hell yes!

He didn't seem too tall, but the polo hugged his arms in a very nice way, while his sweater west underlined the broadness of his shoulders. How was that even possible? He had dark hair that was gelled back with way too much product.

Still, he could appreciate the style. It was sort of classic, sort of nerdy but first and foremost extremely cute.

And his voice! I mean sure this was a bar for musical theater majors and everyone here could sing but this was different. Special. The version was different from the original. More sensual, less 80s and it made Kurt feel fuzzy. He might argue that this came from the alcohol but he knew it wasn't. He was intrigued. He couldn't look away. He had to stare and listen. He didn't even notice Rachel coming back until a drink was pushed into his hand.

She started talking about stuff but stuff wasn't important because he was still singing and so he shushed her. Rachel looked offended until she followed his gaze and a smirk started forming on her face.

As the song ended and the people applauded Kurt felt like waking from a dream.

"You like him." Rachel sing-sang, still looking like the cat that got the cream and Kurt couldn't help but blush. Damn his porcelain skin!

"Shouldn't you rush to the stage to sing your first of many songs?" Kurt said, in an attempt to distract both of them. He took his drink to take a sip smiling at her blasé smile.

"Well not tonight. It's not karaoke. In fact on Thursdays local artists perform what means that he", she emphasized the 'he' with a pointed look at the piano player, "will be playing all night for your pleasure Kurt."

Kurt coughed. He couldn't help it but his head snapped so fast, still sort of drinking to stare at the young man who had just started the next song.

Rachel patted his back as Kurt tried to seem indifferent.

"Well *cough* that's nice *cough* I thought *cough* he had a nice…" More coughing.

"Ass?" Rachel assisted, looking innocently.

"How the hell should I know Rachel? I have only seen him sitting?" She chuckled.

"Well let me tell you. It is worth looking. I saw him when I got my first drink and wow. Really nice."

Kurt bit his lip. Damn it. Why hadn't he paid any attention?

He was still scolding himself as Rachel jumped from her chair.

"There is Brody! I'll just go say hi and leave you to your ogling." She winked at him before rushing off.

And boy he did. With every song the man played, he was fascinated. They were all popular songs ranging from the 80s to current top 40 hits but he had rearranged them all so well and sang them with so much emotion that they felt like his original songs.

Kurt used his third drink as an excuse to take a seat closer to the stage. He could make out the guys eyes now and though they were of some shade of brown he just couldn't put his finger on the exact beautiful color.

He didn't want to flatter himself but he was sure that he had caught the guy's eye and every time that their eyes met his stomach did a little flip.

Kurt hadn't seen Rachel for over an hour and the show must have been at a closing point as the singer spoke to the audience for the first time since Kurt had entered.

"So everyone. Thank you for being so kind tonight. This is going to be my last song for the night. I like it a lot so I just stuck with the original composition. I hope you'll enjoy it. Good night."

He started playing the first chord and Kurt knew what song it was: Your song. The Moulin Rouge version.

The guy was singing and his voice did things to Kurt. He couldn't look away and the guy was staring back. Directly at Kurt, looking into his eyes.

Kurt couldn't breathe! Was that really happening? Was this talented, beautiful, sweet singer really singing to him of all people?

The song ended and Kurt was frozen.

The young man stood up, gave the audience a toothy smile and bowed before leaving the stage. He started walking into the direction of Kurt, a shy smile on his face as another man stormed over and pulled the singer into his arms.

He was taller than the guy, presumably taller than Kurt and he was pressing him close, stroking his hair and laughing!

He pressed a kiss to the singer's forehead and stroked his cheek.

As they finally came to a halt they looked into each other's eyes, happy smiles on their faces. That way Kurt could finally look at the other man and he was so good looking, it hurt to look at!

Tall and muscular, brown wavy hair and piercing blue eyes. He seemed a great deal older than Kurt or the singer but Kurt had to say that that only added to his appeal and Kurt knew he stood no chance.

This guy really did seem gay. Just not with Kurt and that small thought did it for him.

Suddenly he could move and he moved fast. Passing the two men so caught up in each other. Passing Rachel and ignoring her question of where he was headed.

The sounds of the city hit him once he was outside. Calming him but also making him very tired. He just wanted to go home and crawl into bed and feel miserable for dreaming.