The club was much wilder than Kurt expected it to be. Well, Kurt had been spending the last year of his life taking care of an infant, and the only other time he had been to a club, his concentration was mostly spent on Blaine, so he didn't have much experience with clubbing.
"Don't be nervous, Kurt. There are plenty of single gay men in here looking for nothing more than a good time, just like you. So, relax, and get that sexy booty out on the dance floor." Mercedes pushed Kurt into the crowd of people, making him stumble until he hit against some random guy's back.
The man's back stiffened as he turned to Kurt. "Woah, watch where you'r-oh hello. Who are you?" the guy asked, surprised as he noticed how attractive the young man standing in front of him was.
"K-Kurt, I'm Kurt. That's my, my name, Kurt. With a capital K, ha-ha," Kurt said, before sighing nervously.
"Hi Kurt with a capital K, I'm Trace. You ah, come here often?" he joked.
Kurt's nervousness started to fade as he said, "No, my friend," he said while pointing back at Mercedes, who was trying to hide that she was eavesdropping, "told me I was spending too much time cooped up in my house, so she practically forced me to come here tonight."
"She sounds like a good friend. I come here with my friends and usually find my own ride home," he said with a raise of the eyebrows.
"Oh." The blood rushed up to Kurt's cheeks as he started to feel warm.
"Here, why don't you let me buy you a drink?" Trace asked. Kurt nodded, so Trace led him over to the bar and ordered a couple of beers for the two of them. "Is beer okay?" Kurt nodded again, and Trace handed him his beer before taking a sip of his own. "So, Kurt, what kind of stuff are you into?"
"Oh, this and that. I'm really into musical theatre. I'm going to NYU for it."
His eyebrows raised in surprise. "Wow, that's great. I'm going to NYU, too. It's funny that we haven't bumped into each other."
"Well, I only take a couple of classes on campus. I do most of my schoolwork online, so I can take care of my son," he said, before he could stop himself.
Trace's smile dropped from his face. "Son? You have a son?"
Kurt mentally slapped himself. "Yeah."
"Oh," the guy said, trying to hide his sudden lack of interest, "That's cool. Well, I gotta run."
"It was nice to meet y-and he's gone." Kurt slumped against the bar, and looked back at Mercedes to see her flirting with a couple of guys near the other end of the bar. He rolled his eyes before taking another sip of his beer and resting his hand on his fist.
"Don't let Trace get you down. He's an ass." Kurt looked up to see who was talking, when his entire body stiffened. Standing right next to Kurt was a tall, muscular man with bright green eyes and straight blond hair that went to his chin.
"Oh, are you two…friends?"
He laughed. "Yeah, that would be a no. We're exes, and I can tell you from personal experience that you really dodged a bullet with that one."
Kurt's smile returned slightly. "Well, I knew bringing my son up was probably going to turn away any twenty-year-old guy, so I'm not surprised."
"Well, maybe you should reconsider. I mean, I'm a twenty-year-old guy, and I think that you are pretty smokin', with or without a kid." He held out his hand, "I'm Alex."
"Kurt."
Kurt didn't know how it happened. It was so fast, that he didn't even realize his clothes were off until he was putting them back on again with Alex smiling slyly from the edge of the bed.
"Not gonna lie Kurt, you are pretty spectacular at s-" Kurt shut him up by smothering him with a pillow.
"Shh, my roommate is in the room right over there," he whispered as he nodded his head to the left.
Alex laughed as he fell back onto the bed wearing nothing but jeans, and they were laying low, showing off the most amazing abs in the world that carved a v leading straight down into the blue bootcuts. "I'm sure your friend is used to hearing you get loud, seeing as you seemed pretty sensational."
Kurt tried to hide his grin as he slipped his t-shirt back on and pushed a disappointed Alex out of his room.
"Come on baby, one more round. You seemed pretty interested," Alex said as he looked down at Kurt's pitched tent.
Kurt wanted so badly to give in as Alex slowly kissed down his neck, but he knew that Quinn would be by to drop off Devon at any moment, and he didn't want them to walk in on them having sex in his bed.
"You have to go, my son is going to be dropped off soon," he said, his tone coated with disappointment.
Alex pulled back, got his stuff together, and was about to leave, but before he walked out the door he held out his hand. "Give me your phone."
Kurt thought about it for a moment, before biting his lip, and handing it over. Alex typed a few words into the device, before handing it back.
"If you ever want to let lose, text me." He then left, but not before giving Kurt a sexy wink.
(FAR AWAY)
They finally had the money. They had been saving for over a year, working odd jobs and only spending money on necessities, and they finally had all the money they needed. Burt and Blaine had spent all of their time on this island the natives called Siniea, on finding a way to fly back to America. They had found a man with a plane, and the means to fly them to America, but it came at a high price. The island didn't have any way to contact anyone, no internet or phones, so this was the only option Blaine and Burt had.
They said quick goodbyes to the natives they had become friends with, and were even clapped for by a huge crown as they were leaving the ground. The plane ride was bumpy, and they barely had a chance to sleep because of it, but it didn't matter because eventually the water became land again and the pilot said they had reached America. That's when it happened. The bumpiness soon turned to turbulence, and then the right side engine caught fire. The plane turned sharply on its left, and soon Burt and Blaine were plummeting into a field.
