Chapter 2 Narcisso

Kurt turned to see who asked to buy him a drink. He saw a 6'5 brown haired guy only a couple of years older wearing a red tie and a dark zygna suit. His face was shaven and shiny. Somebody's Watching me continued to blare in the background. "No." Kurt said quickly. "I'm fine."

"Why?" the guy asked.

Kurt stared at the floor. "Because…"

"Relax," the guy said slowly. Then he looked at Kurt. "You are so nervous."

Kurt shuddered, he was so nervous. He took a breath, what harm could a little drink do? Karofsky told him to try new things, now that his high school life was about to end. Sure, New York would be the best city to expand in but what if NYADA did not accept him? Then he looked again at the guy to see his face. "Um…sure," Kurt said.

"Good decision," the guy said as he approached the bartender. "We would like two bloody Marys," he said.

As they waited for the drinks to arrive, the guy took off his jacket and sat down next to Kurt. He inched the chair closer while Kurt watched the bartender prepare the drinks. "Enjoying yourself?" the guy asked while looking at Kurt.

"Um, I wish I could say yes but I am not," Kurt said as he turned around. "My b…" he stopped himself as he almost said boyfriend. That information could wait until Kurt knew this guy.

"I'll make you happy. All the gay guys ask me to make them happy and I do it, I have to bow to the demand. It's not like they force me to help them but I cannot resist," the guy replied. "The reason is that I'm gay but you'd never know I'm gay…until I tell you, but I tell everyone. My parents are fine with it, they have to be."

Kurt slowly nodded. "I see," he said. "What's your name?"

"Narcisso Zeus Bugiardo, but you can call me Zeus," the guy replied. He extended his hand to Kurt as Kurt slowly raised his hand. "You are hesitating too much. Shake like this." Narcisso moved his arm in front of Kurt's face and extended it firmly. "Now grasp my hand and shake it firmly, not too nervous." Kurt grasped Narcisso's hand. "Much better, keep it up. Anyway, My Dad's side came straight from the lovely city of Siracusa on the island of Sicilia. Our family specializes in selling the Italiano specialty, pizza…um…I mean the pizzazy cars!"

"Cars are nice but I don't know too much about them," Kurt said. "My Dad fixes cars actually. You may know him."

"I would, I know everyone in this village you live in called Lima," Narcisso said. "I know who you are, Kurt Hummel. I know your Father, Burt and his wife Carole. He's some car repairman, he probably does a good job. Anyway, I am the manager for one of our family's car dealerships. I want to save all the money I make there so I can quit that job and start a pool cleaning company. I already have some customers lined up thanks to my Dad's contacts. First, I will have to buy out that punk kid Noah Pukingman or whatever his name is. He's competition but he does not have my money. Then I'll save the money I make at my business and buy another pool company. I'll keep working until I make my 1st million. Then I'll make another million, and another and another. Judging by my calculations, I will soon…."

Kurt yawned and shook his head. "Actually, I might have to leave soon…um…" Then the bartender handed them the drinks.

"Sure you don't want to drink first?" Narcisso asked. "You seem so nervous."

Kurt stood for a moment and stared at the drink. He was not supposed to get drunk, was he? He was not driving home though, and wasn't there a first time for everything. "Okay, I'll drink." Kurt took a sip of bloody Mary. He burped as the drink's strength burnt his mouth. Actually, the bloody Mary had a fiery feeling that pleased Kurt. He took another sip, this one larger than the first.

"So," Narcisso said as he played with his glass while looking at Kurt's eyes. "Are you a top or a bottom?"

"What's that?" Kurt asked, still sipping the bloody Mary.

Narcisso groaned. "You don't know anything about the gay world. I am a great teacher though. A bottom is a typical gay guy, like you. He likes Madonna, he dances, he sings, he loves dressing up in funny costumes. You're a bottom, I can tell by your voice. I can always tell but guys sometimes think they can lie in front of me but they never fool me. I am very good at reading people."

"So is a top a guy who is the opposite of a bottom?" Kurt asked.

"Yep," Narcisso replied, flicking his finger at Kurt. "You get this stuff quickly. You are good. A top is a masculine gay guy, like me. All bottoms need tops but some inexperienced bottoms think they can date another bottom, another femmie who sings and acts but they need a top. They need a real man."

Kurt suddenly thought of Blaine who sang and acted. He sipped again and said, "I had a boyfriend Blaine. He was a bottom but he was the most amaz…" then Kurt stopped. He looked at Narcisso's smooth nose, the nose Rachel wanted. Even Quinn would dislike her nose when she saw Narcisso's.

"You are not the first guy who looks at me that way," Narcisso said, rubbing his hands under Kurt's gaze. "They all do it. This guy just as I walked in said to me "I like your tie." Of course he likes it, it's Hermes. Not only because I am a top and I am nice but also because I am smoking hot. My Mom was a model and my Aunt on my Dad's side also modeled. I'm just a great catch, especially for cute guys like you."

"Yep," Kurt said quietly with glossy eyes.

"By the way, we have to take you home, it's late out there and all bottoms need a top to protect them," Narcisso said. "Don't be nervous, I'll take you back. You will love my Maserati."

Kurt suddenly stopped and looked away from Narcisso. He did not know Narcisso well enough, who knew what Narcisso wanted to do? Kurt could trust Blaine except when Blaine was drunk but was Narcisso trustworthy? Then Kurt looked at Narcisso again and settled on Narcisso's hair. Even the cologne Narcisso had shined; it drew Kurt closer to him. That slicked back gel made the hair shine and feel like a beautiful grassy meadow with flowers where Kurt could frolic with one of Brittany's unicorns…or perhaps he could frolic with Narcisso there instead. Perhaps lying down in the meadow with Narcisso and touching him there and then…

Kurt sipped one last time from the bloody Mary. "Okay, I've made up my mind. You can take me home," he said.

Narcisso nodded. "Finally you're not being nervous. I promise I will make you have fun."

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