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Chapter 3

Date night had been a great idea. Blaine and Dallas enjoyed a nice dinner out. They talked about their day, talked about the news on TV and laughed about things that were funny. It is comfortable and they enjoy each other's company. Everything feels nice and content. He loves this about them. It is these feelings that make him sure that they have a future. They never have awkward moments and they never lack for conversation.

After dinner they walk the two blocks to Tequila Bay. It's a small little bar that has a piano man that will play any song you want to sing or hear and some nights they even have a full band. He loves going there, it always feels so at home. The atmosphere is just what Blaine craves and it has been a long time since they have been. There once was a time that he wished Dallas would take his hand as they walked down the street. But he didn't expect that anymore. Dallas is from a very small Texas town and while he never denies who he is, he is not comfortable with public displays of affection. At first Blaine thought it would take time, being in New York City and seeing other gay couple couples openly holding hands, embracing, even kissing in public without ridicule. But, three years, it just isn't who Dallas is and Blaine has accepted that PDA is something he will never have. And he is ok with it now.

When they arrived at Tequila Bay they made their way to the bar. They order their drinks, beer for Dallas and Scotch for him, and find a table. They laugh some more and enjoy listening to some of the people sing. Some of them were pretty good while others, not so much. After his third scotch, Blaine tries to get Dallas to sing with him.

"Come on. Sing with me. You're not bad, I promise! You are WAY better than that last guy. He sounded like a feral ally cat," he teases.

Dallas laughs hard, "No sweetie! Really, singing is your thing. You go ahead and I'll be your number one fan boy," he lowered his voice and whispered in Blaine's ear, "watching my sexy boyfriend up on that stage. And I will imagine what I'm going to do to him when I get him home. Sing something good for me."

Blaine's eyes darkened and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, "You got it babe."

He made his way up the stage and told the band what song he wanted.

Baby boy where you at?

Got no strings, got men attached.

Can't stop that feeling for long, no. Mmmmm

You makin' dogs wanna beg

Breaking them off your fancy legs

But they make you feel right at home, now

See all these illusions just take us too long

And I want it bad

Because you walk pretty

Because you talk pretty

Cause you make me sick

And I'm not leavin', till you're leavin'

He sang right to Dallas. Singing the words implying what they would do when they got home. As he finishes the chorus, he looks around the bar and feels the energy in the room. He feels the eyes on him and being the natural born entertainer he is, he begins to perform. He is in his element.

As the second verse starts, he locks eyes with someone very familiar at the bar. Someone whose eyes have been haunting his dreams, day and night, for the past two days.

Baby boy you the shit

That makes you my equivalent

You can keep your toys in the drawer tonight

All my dogs talkin' fast

Ain't you got some photographs?

Cause you shook that room like a star, now

Yes you did, oh

These lines he is singing right to Kurt and a feeling shifts inside him. This is the man he wants to get alone right now. He wants to feel his strong hands touch him and please him. He wants to touch Kurt, to kiss along his chiseled jaw and mark him for everyone to see.

All these intrusions just take us too long

And I want you so bad…

He starts to feel a familiar feeling tightening in his gut. He is getting turned on thinking about Kurt this way and if he doesn't stop looking at him he is going to have a very embarrassing problem in front of all these people. He can already feel the beginning of it. And it is not helping the way that Kurt is looking at him. Leaning against the bar, looking ever so sexy with his perfect hair and his perfect eyebrow arched over his perfect eye. And the look he sees on his face is one that Blaine is pretty sure is reflected on his own face right now. Lust.

When I get you alone

When I get you you'll know baby

When I get you alone

When I get you alone, now

He brakes the eye contact and looks back at his boyfriend. Dallas' eyes seem to be following his from Kurt back to himself. Blaine's stomach dropped. He finishes the rest of the song, singing to the crowd but never looking back to Kurt. He looks back to Dallas, playing the game of perfect boyfriend singing a song about sex to his boyfriend. Not to the sexy barista standing at the bar.

Everyone applauds and he hurries back to his table. "Hey, let's go," he says quickly, rocking back and forth on his feet. He needs to leave. He isn't ready to deal with Dallas and Kurt crossing paths.

"Why are you so anxious," Dallas asks him with a smirk, "got some big plans? Something you need to do right away?"

He leans over and whispers in his boyfriend's ear, "Yeah, you cowboy. Let's go"

Dallas stands up and holds out his hand in front of him, gesturing towards the door, "After you sexy."

They quickly move to head out of the bar. As he walks to the door, he looks back and catches a glimpse of Kurt one last time. He sees him still standing at the bar but now he is talking very closely with a guy. His hand is on the guy's bicep and he appears to be laughing at something douche bag must have said. Blaine feels a touch of jealously that he's not the one being touched by those hands and that Kurt isn't laughing with him. He sees him look in his direction and winks at Blaine. He cracks a smug smile and turns back to follow Dallas out the door.

Tonight when Blaine reaches his orgasm, it's Kurt's face he sees when he closes his eyes. As he lays there falling asleep in his boyfriend's arms, the guilt begins to eat at him. He knew that soon he was going to need to make some very tough decisions. His plans were spiraling out of his grasp.

Kurt can't work the morning shift every day. He does have to go to class some time. He has already missed two classes this week when he covered for Lindsey and then the next day when he had to see Blaine again.

So, this morning he goes to class like he should. Although he isn't sure what good it does. His body is present but his mind is on Blaine and that song he sang at Tequila Bay the other night. He had never been so intrigued and dare he say, aroused at someone singing a song. Well, I mean the song was about sex. He was singing in public about sex and sex toys. I'm a gay man who is apparently very attracted to that gay man. It's normal to be turned on by an almost stranger. Right? When he ran into Puck at the bar he told him all about meeting Blaine. Puck gave him some very Puck-like-advice but he just laughed it off. He never listens to Puck.

After class he goes to work. He makes coffee for his regulars and daydreams about honey eyes. The awesome thing about his shift is that it is hardly ever busy. He gets little spurts of customers, but for the most part it's pretty dead. It works perfectly for him because he gets lots of his homework done, reads books, trolls on twitter, or reads up on the latest fashion trends on .

He had just sat down at one of the corner tables. Jason said he would take the next few customers so Kurt pulls out his phone and is just reading through some article about the new McQueen spring line when someone sets a drink down in front of him.

"Grande Non-fat Mocha," Blaine announced.

Kurt smiles at him and points his hand to the chair across from him inviting the man to sit down. Blaine sits down across from him, never taking his eyes off of him. Kurt studies his face wishing he could read the thoughts the other man is thinking. With the way he is being stared at, he wonders if Blaine can tell that Kurt has been thinking about him nonstop for days. Intense is the word to describe this moment.

Blaine takes a sip of his own drink and Kurt breaks the silence, "So… you sing."

"Yes, I sing," he chuckles back.

He thinks that maybe he sees a tiny bit of embarrassment from the honey eyes. He doesn't want him to feel this way. "You were very se-… amazing," he assured Blaine as they both blushed, "You were amazing. Breathtaking, really." He hopes Blaine didn't catch onto his little slip of the tongue. He doesn't let on if he did.

"Thank you. I, uh used to sing in glee club in high school," he tells him.

Kurt perks up at this information, "Oh my god! Me too!"

Now it is Blaine's turn to sit up straighter, "Really? That's cool! Tell me more. I don't know anything about you, Kurt"

He looks around to be sure he isn't needed behind the counter. Jason gives him a thumbs up, letting him know his fine. He sits up taller, crosses his legs and places both hands over his knees.

"Well, my name is Kurt Hummel. I'm 21 years old. I'm in my third year at NYU. I say my major is business, but I truly have no idea what I want to do. I'm from Lima, Ohio. Go Buckeyes! I moved to New York City to find my dreams-"

"Have you?" Blaine interrupts, never taking his eyes off of him.

"Have I what?" he asks him.

"Found your dreams," the other man responds. His eyes are baring into him. Kurt glances down to Blaine's pink, kissable, bow tie shaped lips as he pulls his own bottom lip between his teeth. He looks back up into those hypnotic honey eyes.

"I'm working on it. I think I'm starting to… I'll keep you posted," he teases.

"Please do," Blaine teases back.

"So," he continues, "I told you my bio. What about you? Who are you, Blaine?"

The man scoots up closer to the table setting down his drink. He folds his hands together and placing them in front of himself. He clears his throat with a little smile.

"My name is Blaine Anderson. I'm 24 years old. I'm in my last year of grad school at Columbia. My masters is in musical education and I want to become a music-theatre teacher. Small world, I am also from Ohio, Westerville. Go Buckeyes! I also came to New York City to find my dreams…"

"And…" he probed.

"…and I'll keep you posted," Blaine teases him again.

Kurt wishes he could sit and talk to him all day but he notices business is picking up. He looks around and then back to Blaine with a hint of disappointment. He doesn't want this to end just yet. He lets out a long sigh, "I have to get back to work. Thank you so much for the coffee Blaine Anderson."

"Anytime Kurt Hummel."

He's so nervous. He really wants to see him again, so he bites back his nerves and before he can chicken out he asks, "Can I get your number?" The words stumble out so quickly, he isn't sure if it even made sense.

Blaine holds out his hand and he just looks down at the other man's hand in confusion. Blaine laughs and reaches across the table and picks up Kurt's phone. He types some stuff into Kurt's phone and then his own phone chimes. Blaine hands him his phone back and takes out his own phone. He types out something and Kurt feels his phone buzz. When he looks down, he has a message from an Ohio number. The message is just a picture of music notes.

"Music notes from the music teacher. Very cute," he says to Blaine.

"Music notes because that's what I heard the first time you spoke to me."

Kurt's breath was caught in his chest and his heart sped up. He knows that his face must be the darkest shade of red possible.

"Bye Kurt," the other man stood up and winked at him while he walked backwards toward the door never breaking eye contact till he got to the door. Then smiles and turns and walks out the door.

He looks down at his phone and he releases the breath he was holding. He saves Blaine's number and as he walks back to the counter to help Jason, he types out a quick text.

Pools of honey. –K

? –B

Your eyes. They are like pools of honey. It's what I thought the first time you looked at me. –K

:) Have a great day Kurt. –B

Kurt had the best day ever.

When I Get You Alone- Robin Thick (Gap attack version with minor adjustments)

LOOK! StarGleekBelle taught me how to use the line breaks! Thanks girl!