Author's Note: I noticed a blunder this morning when I went to post this chapter: In my summary, I failed to mention that this story, with the exception of the prologue, takes place over the span of an hour. It's in the summary now, but in case you missed it, I wanted to be sure you knew. :)

All lyrics in this chapter are from Just the Two of Us by Grover Washington Jr.
Special thanks, again, to my beta, JayhawkWrites!

Kurt sat alone at the end of the bar, staring at the front door, just waiting. He glanced at his phone screen again. Ugh. 6:57. Adam was an hour late, and Kurt was cursing Mercedes every time he glanced down and saw the time. Kurt unlocked his phone and checked his text messages as well as his messages on the dating app. Nothing. He was being stood up at Grooves, his new least favorite place on earth.

At 6:58, an announcement came over the speakers. "Welcome to Grooves first annual Valentine's Day dance!" The announcer paused for hushed applause. Then, he said, "I'll be here all night, shuffling tunes from throughout the decades that will undoubtedly keep you in the arms of your sweetie and out on the dance floor. Let's kick this dance off right with some smooth saxophone. Just the Two of Us..."

As the sounds of the Grover Washington Jr. song began to play through the speakers, Kurt glanced at his phone again. Still no message. Damn it, Mercedes! Why did you have to set me up on this date? He sighed. He wasn't going to wait around forever, but he would stay for just a little bit longer. He'd only ordered one cocktail while he was waiting for Adam. He didn't want to get too sloppy before his date showed up and make a bad first impression. However, if he was going to be stood up, he could have a few more. He was taking a cab home, so there was no reason he couldn't get a little tipsy to take the edge off of this terrible night. Besides, there was no sense in rushing home now; he could start Moulin Rouge whenever he wanted. It was Friday night, and he had the weekend to himself.

"Bartender!" Kurt called. "Bring me another Mai Tai, please," he instructed, gesturing toward his empty glass.

"On the rocks?"

"Ice. Please."

"When I think of you some time
And I want to spend some time with you"

Kurt scoffed. If only someone wanted to spend some time with him. He was tired of watching his friends pair off and not being able to find the one. He glanced at his phone again. 6:59. Fuck it. Maybe I should just go home after this drink. He couldn't help but giggle a little at the situation, though, shaking his head. This was what dating had been like for him for so long.

His relationship with Nick had been okay; looking back, he could see all the problems that led them to eventually breaking up, but in the beginning, they'd been very happy. After their amicable break-up, though, dating had been a chore. He'd meet up with guy after guy from the dating app or friends of friends that thought they'd make a nice pair. Some of them were only looking for a quick lay, while with others, there was just nothing. No attraction at all. Nothing ever really seemed to stick, ever, and he'd had, by far, more failed first dates than he had good ones. He'd really hoped that his Valentine's Day date would be the one to turn his luck around, but it apparently was going to be another in the long string of dates with disappearing acts.

"Mai Tai over ice," the bartender said, setting Kurt's drink down in front of him. "You alone tonight?"

"Waiting on someone," Kurt replied.

The bartender nodded silently, sensing that the man did not want to make small talk, and turned back to the other patrons at the bar.

"Good things might come to those who wait
Not to those who wait too late"

Silently, Kurt skimmed through Adam's pictures on his phone. He looked cute, Kurt supposed. Adam wore too many beanies for his liking, and there wasn't enough color in his wardrobe, but maybe his personality made up for what he lacked in clothing taste. He did like Great Britain after all, and Kurt loved all things British royalty. There was something so appealing about sitting in your finest garb and sipping tea with your pinkie finger out while gossiping about your first cousin and her laughable attempts at doing anything demure. It was possible that he and Adam would get along well, if only he wasn't too late. A glance at his phone told him it was 7:00. He was officially an hour late, too late in Kurt's opinion; so, what in the hell was he still doing sitting at this club?

There was movement at the bar doors, and Kurt sat still, waiting, hoping it was Adam with a wonderful excuse. Something about how he'd wanted to get Kurt flowers and chocolates, but the stores had been so packed with last-minute shoppers he'd had to stand in line for forever just to get him a beautiful bouquet. How romantic, he breathed. He glanced at the time. 7:01. If this is him, I'll forgive him for being late. Oh, please let this be Adam! His hopes were dashed moments later when a remarkable couple sashayed through the door. One of them took Kurt's breath away, and he paused, hand to his chest, at the sight of the boy.

"Just the two of us
You and I"

Kurt watched as they took off their coats and handed them to the attendant at the door. They were both smoking hot and made for an extremely striking couple. The taller one had styled his hair into a perfect coif. He had a pleasantly round face, and his bright blue button-up shirt and dark-wash jeans made him quite appealing. However, it was the other boy that Kurt couldn't quit staring, and possibly drooling, at. He was dressed in a black polo shirt, a red striped bow tie around his neck. The polo hugged his every curve, and even from across the bar, Kurt could tell that the boy was fit and toned. He wore a white belt in the loops of his red pants, and Kurt could not appreciate those pants enough. The sight of him was making Kurt sweat.

He looked at his phone again, tearing his eyes away unwillingly from the breathtaking boy as the last notes of the song faded away, and the announcer's voice filtered back through the speakers. 7:02. Crap! Where in the fuck was Adam?