Full Summary: It's an ordinary summer day at the diner where Kurt works, when a new guest enters. He's hot and flirty and orders coffee and fries, and Kurt. Kurt is instantly attracted and flirts back. When the guy waits for Kurt outside the diner, Kurt decides to go with him for a moment of pleasure. But there's a spark between them that neither anticipated. Soon Kurt finds out that the guy isn't who he claims to be and that he's got other secrets than his identity. He's mysterious and exciting and Kurt is falling for him hard and fast, but when the secrets are revealed Kurt finds himself between love and aversion and must decide if he should stay and help Blaine out of an impossible situation or leave him and save his heart.
Notes: I'm back with a new long story! It's been a while, and I've started numerous stories in between but never been able to finish anyone of them as new story ideas constantly popped into my mind. This one however, I couldn't stop writing! I'm currently writing on chapter 30 and then there's only the epilogue left so I can say for sure I will finish this one. The story is mainly told from Kurt's perspective but there are a few written from Blaine's POV. My plan is to post on Mondays and Thursdays, but life might get in the way some times :)
This story contains a mention of rape in Chapter 17, it's not described in any greater details but it's there and I will warn you before we get to that part. There is some smut in this story, mainly in the beginning and at the end, but not so much in between. As always, English isn't my first language so please excuse any grammatical errors you might encounter.
Now let's get on with the story!
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Chapter 1 – The Diner
The heat was almost unbearable even if the ceiling fans were rotating on highest speed, which in all honesty had very little effect on moving or cooling the air in the small diner. It wasn't only the heat that had Kurt's working shirt clinging to his chest, the humidity played its part, too. He tried fanning himself with a plastic menu card, but it had little effect. It was just one of those nights. It had been one of those nights for over a week now.
The diner where Kurt worked this summer instead of returning home to his dad and Carole in Ohio when his college semester ended, was old and in need of a face lift. Not that it would get one, the owners were as old as the diner and never around. The place was run by their son who was greedy and, Kurt was convinced, put most of the money it made in his own pocket. Thankfully, Kurt had only met him once since he started working there earlier that summer, but he'd heard the gossip from his colleagues.
Tonight, the diner wasn't even half-full, the heat kept most folks at the beach or at home where they had working air-condition, a nice backyard and a cooling pool. It had surprised Kurt how many people had their own swimming pool when they lived so close to the ocean, but people were just too lazy to make it to the beach he assumed. At least with people not being at the diner, Kurt's evening was a lot calmer than it used to be, and he didn't sweat as much as he would have had he needed to run around the diner taking orders and serving food and coffee.
"Kurt, table four looks like they could need a refill of their coffee, will you be a darling and take care of it?"
Ethel, who had probably worked at the diner since it opened in the sixties, preferred to stay behind the counter since her arthritis sometimes made every step hurt. Kurt couldn't figure out why she was still there, working every day, but he didn't want to pry so he didn't ask. She was a sweet old lady and Kurt liked having her around.
"Right on it, Ethel," Kurt answered, glad to have something to do even if it meant moving around in the unbearable heat. The hours dragged by and Kurt glanced at the clock on the wall as he picked up the coffee pot. Only an hour left until the diner closed for the night and he could go home. He went over to table four and filled up their cups. The two gentlemen at the table thanked him and answered no to Kurt's question if they needed anything else. He left them their check and went back behind the counter.
As he rounded the counter the bell above the door chimed, signaling either a new guest or someone leaving. Kurt turned around and caught the back of a man sliding into the booth by table eight. "I'm on it," he said to Ethel and smiled at her. He picked up the plastic menu he'd used to fan himself earlier and went over to table eight.
"Fries and coffee," the man said just before Kurt placed the menu in front of him.
"Okay, anything else?" Kurt asked picking out his notepad and pen from his apron pocket. He looked at the man sitting in the booth, and clumsily dropped his pen.
The guy, not older than himself, was absolutely hot and not what Kurt expected. Most guests were older, regulars who'd been there as long as Ethel. But not this guy. He was sexy and innocently beautiful at the same time. He was dressed in all black – black t-shirt, black jeans (who wore jeans when it was that hot?), and black converse (Kurt noticed as he bent down to pick up his pen). The shoes were worn and looked like they had walked many miles, and the jeans were ripped on the knees.
Kurt offered an apologetic smile as he straightened himself again, trying (but probably failing) not to blush.
"You, perhaps?" the guy said, a playful smile on his lips.
"Sorry, I'm not on the menu," Kurt smiled back, though he wished he were for this guy. His hair was a mess of dark curls and his eyes… his eyes a swirl of amber and hazel so intense when they met Kurt's it made him a little dizzy.
"Too bad," he said, biting down on his lower lip.
"I'm not sure you'd like me, I'm a bit spicy," Kurt countered as he placed the pen and notepad back in his pocket and picked up the menu again.
"Oh, I'm sure I would," he smirked.
"I'll be back with your coffee and fries," Kurt said, acting unaffected when the guy's attention in fact affected him a whole lot. It was flattering, being flirted with by a guy that hot and confident, Kurt couldn't deny that. It was fun flirting back, too. It sure beat the boredom of the slow-moving night at the diner.
Kurt hurried back behind the counter, placed the order with their chef Earl, married to Ethel, and poured a large cup of black coffee.
"Local," Ethel said.
Kurt looked at her with a small frown. "Definitely an out-of-towner."
It was a game they played. Whenever a new guest arrived, someone who'd never visited the diner before, they made a qualified (?) guess whether that someone was local or from out-of-town based on their appearance and their order. Ethel had a theory that locals ordered simple things whereas out-of-towners were more elaborate in their orders. Mostly she was right, but there was no way this guy was a local and Kurt had never seen him before.
Now it was up to Kurt to find out who was right. Normally he would wait the few minutes it took to prepare the fries, but with light steps he went back to the booth with only the coffee cup, hungry for more attention. His life wasn't exactly filled with it, not since the semester ended and all his friends went back to their hometowns. Now his days consisted of work and wishing he had been able to go back home, too.
"One cup of steaming hot coffee," Kurt said, wondering why on earth he used the words steaming hot, and placed the cup on the wooden table. "Your fries will be ready shortly."
The guy barely looked at him as he grabbed the cup and greedily drank half of the coffee even though it was too hot to drink. Okay…, Kurt thought to himself, a little disappointed that he wasn't getting the guy's full attention. After gulping down his coffee, the guy leaned back with a content smile and Kurt decided not to get discouraged, the guy probably really needed some caffeine.
"So, what brings you to our small diner? A tourist passing by on his way to greater adventures in the sunshine state?"
The guy laughed a little. "Do I look like a tourist?"
He did not. He looked like one of Kurt's wildest fantasies. He was tanned, Kurt noticed now, his body slim, almost scrawny but not quite, with traces of sculptured biceps.
Kurt shook his head. "No, but I've never seen you here before."
"I heard about a hot guy working here, so I thought I'd check him out."
Kurt's face flushed. He was sure that if he had a reputation about himself it wasn't as a 'hot guy', and even if it was part of the flirting game Kurt couldn't help the heat he felt at those words.
The service bell signaled that the fries were ready, and Kurt was saved from coming up with a reply. He went back to the counter where Ethel had placed the red plastic oval basket with red and white checkered paper filled with fries.
"Well?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Undetermined," Kurt answered.
"I see," Ethel said with a sly smile. Her eyes told Kurt she knew something she didn't share, but Kurt was more interested in going back to the new guy than figuring out what Ethel knew.
"I'll find out," he promised her as he swooped up the basket and carried it to the booth.
The same procedure happened this time as when Kurt brought him his coffee, the guy stuffed his mouth with fries and didn't appear to notice Kurt until he had eaten about two handfuls.
"Hungry much?" Kurt asked, unable to look or walk away even if he should probably leave their guest to eat in private.
"Best fries in town," he answered, still chewing.
"So, you are from around here?" Kurt couldn't tell if he was serious or only making up an excuse for throwing himself at the food.
He looked up at Kurt, smirked, leaned his elbows on the table and leaned forward. "Do you want me to be?"
When Kurt answered that the guy could be from wherever he wanted, he leaned back again, picked up two fries and slowly chewed on them. "Are you always this interested in your customers?"
"Only the ones I find interesting enough." Kurt leaned against the booth, trying to look sexy and attainable.
"So only me then."
"Yeah, pretty much."
A pleased smile spread across the guy's lips, and though he tried to hide it Kurt still noticed it. It made Kurt feel all fluttery inside. He couldn't tell what it was about this guy that made him feel like that. He was good looking for sure, but it wasn't only that. There was something else about him that made Kurt feel unusually drawn to him.
"Why don't you sit down and let's see what other interesting stuff we can talk about."
Kurt would love nothing more than to sit down and talk to this guy for the rest of the night, find out what was underneath all that sexy and flirtatious exterior.
"I'm working, and I've already taken my break." It was the sad truth. They had rules and regulations to follow in the diner, and break times, how long and how many, were written into his contract.
"Come on, I'm sure you can spare ten minutes, it's not exactly a full house tonight."
Kurt was tempted, because the guy was right, there wasn't much to do tonight, and he probably did have ten minutes to spare. Kurt was also curious to see what he could find out about him. If he'd open up and not only flirt and answer with evasive answers. Surely no one would notice or mind if he sat down for an extra ten minutes on a slow-moving night. But then the service bell rang again. Kurt looked over at the counter and saw Ethel standing there with the coffee pot in her hand.
"Work is calling," Kurt said and almost felt like apologizing. The guy only nodded in reply.
Ethel informed him that table eleven had signaled that they wanted a refill and that table four had left so if he would please clear the table. Kurt hadn't even noticed them leaving, or the signal for refill. But to his defense, it wasn't every day someone showed that kind of interest in him. He told Ethel she was right about him being a local, though he wasn't completely sure yet. He had to pretend he'd gotten some answers after all the time he'd lingered by his table. Ethel seemed pleased at this. She handed him the coffee pot and hurried him off to table eleven.
As Kurt walked by table eight, he felt the eyes of the guy on his back. Heat raised all over Kurt's body at the realization that the guy was checking him out. He swayed his hips a little more than usual, giving the guy something to look at. Kurt filled up table eleven's cups, asked if they needed anything more and handed them their check. On his way back to clear table four, he stopped at table eight and refilled the hot guys coffee cup as well.
"No, wait, I didn't ask for that," he said looking slightly anxious.
"Everybody wants a refill on their coffee, that's why they are free. Keeps the guests coming back," Kurt said and added a wink. He wouldn't mind this particular guest returning.
"Oh, I see." The guy relaxed again. "Sweet."
Just like you. The words were at the tip of Kurt's tongue but he couldn't quite make himself say them for some reason. "Can I get you anything else? More fries?" Kurt asked instead. "We're closing soon so if you want anything else, this is your last chance."
"You." The guy held Kurt's eyes steadily and there was that heat and flutter in Kurt's belly again. His eyes were so intense and so serious this time, it made Kurt's breath catch in his throat.
"Still not on the menu," Kurt managed to get out, his voice not as confident as he'd like it to be. What was it about this guy, aside from his good looks, that had such an effect on Kurt?
The guy held eye contact for a few more seconds before the seriousness was replaced with mischief again. "Too bad, it would have improved the menu substantially."
Kurt, breathing normally again, placed the check on the table and picked up the empty basket. "I'm sure most people would disagree with you."
"Perhaps, but most people don't know to appreciate the fine things in life."
Kurt couldn't help but smile at his comment. He knew it was only playful flirting, that the guy didn't really meant the things he said, but it was such a nice thought - being a fine thing in life to someone.
"Enjoy your evening and please come back again." It was a standard phrase, but Kurt had never meant it more.
He continued to table four, cleared the dishes and went into the kitchen with them. He told Earl there would be no more orders, that he could start closing down the kitchen. Earl looked grateful at that news, tired after a long day. Kurt then went back out to the diner, fetched a rag and a bottle of cleaning spray, and returned to table four to wipe it clean. He thought of something funny to say to the table eight guy before he left, perhaps find out his name so he could use that in his daydreams about him.
Wiping the table, he glanced in the direction of the guy who had turned his boring night into an interesting one, who had made the last hour fly by instead of dragging on. But there was no one sitting there. Kurt's heart sunk. The guy had left in a hurry when Kurt was in the kitchen, without saying goodbye. Then he felt foolish for expecting something more. The guy was just someone passing by, someone who was probably that flirty by nature. Kurt wasn't someone special to him, just a stranger who happened to be his server.
Finishing table four, Kurt went over to table eight to clear the coffee cup and wipe the table clean. On the check a handful of coins were left. Kurt sighed as he noticed it was all nickels and dimes, not even quarters or dollar coins, and that he would have to count them all. It added up of course, but the guy had left him no tip, which frankly made Kurt both disappointed and a little angry. Mostly he was disappointed though, that the guy hadn't said goodbye, felt cheated somehow of a last flattering comment or a chance to let him know that Kurt thought him hot. The tip he could manage without.
Well, well. He was just a stranger passing by.
Kurt followed the routines they had for closing the diner for the night - taking out the trash, putting up chairs, mopping the floor and so on. Ethel helped Earl in the kitchen and Kurt did pretty much everything else. When they were all finished Kurt turned on the alarm system and locked the door.
Stepping outside was like stepping into a sauna compared to the diner and Kurt notice that the ceiling fans had actually helped quite a lot. He pondered going for a walk on the beach. He wasn't tired and didn't feel like going straight home to his apartment, but he didn't feel like taking a long walk either. Instead the he started to cross the empty parking space to get to his car. Maybe he'd just drive aimlessly around the city.
"Hey, blue-eyes!"
Kurt paid no attention to the voice, he knew no one in this neighborhood and though he had blue eyes so did millions of other people.
"Kurt."
That on the other hand got him to stop and turn around. There, some distance away, stood the hot guy from inside the diner. He was leaning against a black motorcycle, still dressed in all black, arms loosely crossed over his chest, looking sexy as hell.
"You want to go for a ride?"
Kurt looked at him, took in the sight, felt something stir inside of him. He knew what he would be agreeing to if he said yes. Was it a wise call, stepping onto a motorcycle with a stranger? Probably not. Did he want to? Absolutely yes!
Kurt took a few steps towards the guy and the motorcycle. "How do you know my name?"
"Lucky guess?"
"No one's that lucky."
"You could be, if you're not afraid to ride with me."
Thrill and excitement fluttered in Kurt's belly and his cock twitched in his underwear, telling him to go, just go. It had been a while, but Kurt wasn't a stranger to casual meetings with guys he didn't know.
"How do you know my name?" Kurt asked again, taking the final steps so he was now standing in front of the guy. The guy smiled mysteriously at him.
"Your name tag, blue-eyes." The guy pointed at the tag on Kurt's working shirt.
Of course. Heat spread from Kurt's neck up his cheeks and he felt like rolling his eyes at himself. The tag reminded him that he was still wearing his work attire, that he hadn't showered and that he smelled of fried food and sweat. He felt a bit gross and not very attractive.
"Well?"
He looked between the guy and his motorcycle. The guy was hot and so was the motorcycle. Kurt had never ridden one before, which added to the excitement. It was tempting, very tempting. "Okay," Kurt finally decided, a decision made not by his brain. "But I haven't showered, and I probably smell like-"
"I don't mind, blue-eyes." He smiled and handed Kurt his helmet.
"What about you?" Kurt asked. There was no second helmet, no bag where it could be stored.
"I don't plan on crashing this thing. I'll be fine." He straddled the bike, turned the key, and started the engine. Then he motioned for Kurt to jump on behind him.
Kurt hesitated for a second. Was he really doing this? Riding away with a stranger on a motorcycle for sex? Yes, he was. He was too flattered by this very attractive guy's attention to turn away. He put on the helmet and straddled the bike behind the stranger whose name he didn't know.
"Hold on," the guy said, and Kurt loosely put his arms around his waist, feeling a bit awkward.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see," the guy answered and then they were off.
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Notes: Let me know what you think so far!
