Title: a storm whereon they ride

Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Byron

Warnings: AU

Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, with Kurt/OMC and Blaine/OMC

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 265

Point of view: third

Prompt: Glee, author's choice, with their eyes


Kurt sits at the bar, slumped down over his drink, letting one hand dangle beside him and the other rest on his neck. He's been there for hours, nursing the same drink, glancing over his shoulder every now and then.

"Boy trouble?" a pretty man asks, settling next to him, body turned to face Kurt, a pretty smile on his pretty face, his pretty blond hair swooped back from his pretty forehead, pretty dark lashes framing his pretty green eyes.

"He's not my boy anymore," Kurt answers, eyes flicking up to look at the man, before focusing back on his drink. "He's with Kyle now, and they're happy, and I'm alone again."

Kurt is not a weepy drunk, and he's not drunk at all, but tears spill over, and he brings both hands to his eyes to hide them.

"Hey, now," the pretty man says. "Is he here tonight?"

Kurt lowers his hands, nodding, still keeping his face tucked down.

The pretty man says, "I'm Alex. Dance with me; show him you don't need him anymore."

Wiping at his eyes, Kurt whispers, "You're very pretty, Alex."

Alex laughs and stands up, holding out a hand. Kurt smiles and slips off the stool, letting himself sway into Alex's grip.

The song changes to Kurt's old favorite "Bad Romance," and he looks over Alex's shoulder at Blaine, dancing with a blond who could be Alex's brother.

Blaine meets his eyes, grinning wide enough to show all his teeth, and Kurt tilts his head so he can kiss Alex's neck.

It's going to be a good night.