A/N: Hi, all. For those of you reading, thank you! I posted a chapter for the word "Moon" also, but the FF site didn't move the story up on the list to notify anyone of the update. (sigh) Anyway, hope it works properly this time, and if you're interested, go back a chapter to read Moon, as well.
Number
Blaine eyed the tall, gorgeous man sitting on the barstool across the room. Rolling his shoulders and tipping his head from side to side, he let out a cleansing breath and began his approach. "You got this, Anderson," he muttered under his breath. He took the few steps to his target and claimed the adjacent barstool in a single, fluid movement that caught the attention of the other man, just as he'd hoped.
The taller man turned towards the newcomer, his blue eyes shining in the soft overhead lighting. He eyed the dark-haired man appraisingly and gave him a small, but welcoming, smile.
"Hi there," Blaine opened. Nothing fancy. Start small.
"Hey," his companion replied, melting Blaine's insteps a little with the timbre of his voice.
"My name's Blaine," he returned, holding out his hand. "Kurt. Nice to meet you," the other responded, taking it in his own. The handshake lasted just long enough to be more than friendly but not so long as to be uncomfortable. They released each other's hands, but maintained eye contact as Kurt turned his body on the stool to face Blaine.
"So, Kurt, you come here often?"
"Oh, lord, really Blaine?" Kurt laughed, his posture changing. "That's the best you've got?"
"Kurrrrrt," Blaine whined. "Come on. You promised."
"Okay, okay. Sorry." Kurt shifted again, donned his best playful look, and softened his voice. "No, not really. It's my first time here."
"Well, then, it's my lucky night," Blaine sighed, leaning in towards Kurt slightly. Kurt giggled shyly, glancing down and then back up through his eyelashes.
"It just might be, at that." Kurt's hand slowly slid across to lightly cover Blaine's. In spite of himself, Blaine felt himself blush. Clearing his throat, he slipped his free hand into his jacket pocket and retrieved his phone.
"So, can I have your number?" he said, opening up his contacts screen and placing the phone in front of Kurt.
"Well, I don't normally do this, but…" he trailed off, taking the phone and quickly inputting the digits before returning it to its owner. He gracefully slid off the stool to stand and leaned over so that his lips were next to Blaine's ear. "Don't wait too long to use it," he whispered seductively. He pulled back to look directly into the hazel eyes he knew so well, holding the gaze briefly before turning and walking away.
He made it a few steps before turning around and holding out his hand. "You coming to bed now?" he asked, his voice back to normal but still soft and welcoming. Blaine stood from the barstool at their kitchen island and crossed the living room to join his husband. He took the outstretched hand and raised it to his lips, kissing it warmly and walking with Kurt to the bedroom.
As they walked, gently swinging their hands between them, Kurt said, "You know they imported all of your contacts from your old phone to this one when you bought it today, Blaine."
"Yes, but I deleted your contact info."
"You did what? Why?"
"Because getting your number this way," he said, releasing Kurt's hand and sliding his arm around his husband's waist to pull him closer, "was infinitely more enjoyable."