The bartender set a full Mai Tai down on the counter next to Kurt, the sound echoing a bit in the silent moments before the DJ's voice came back over the speaker again. "Okay, ladies and gents, if you thought the last song was Cute, we're going to really kick it up a notch with a love song by The Beatles." Loud cheers erupted throughout the room, and a few moments later, the sound of a tambourine came through the speakers.
Kurt picked up his new glass and began to slurp his drink as he turned his attention back to the stranger across the bar. 7:06, he thought. Adam doesn't know what he's missing.
As soon as the beat began, the stranger across the bar began to dance, his feet tapping and hips shaking along with the beat of the music. Many other couples were filing off of the dance floor, but he didn't seem to care. He was lost in his own little world. Nothing phased him, not even when his date stepped closer to whisper something into his ear before kissing his date and walking off toward the bar.
"Open up your eyes now, tell me what you see
It is no surprise now, what you see is me"
"I see sex on a stick, and he dances like a dream," Kurt muttered to himself as he watched the boy dance. "I see perfection, beauty, grace." He lapped at his straw suggestively without really meaning to. He couldn't help it. His body was having some sort of reaction that was completely outside the realm of 'normal' Kurt Hummel behavior. Even with Nick, he'd never acted like this, so sloppy and outwardly attracted to him. Here he was, having a mini-orgasm at the bar, probably causing people to stare, and he wasn't the least bit embarrassed. It was his nature to be more reserved, but it was as if his body had forgotten that piece of information. There was something drawing him to that sexy, steamy, hott stranger across the bar, something Kurt couldn't resist even if he wanted to.
It was clear, as Kurt continued to watch, trying to ignore his obvious arousal, that this stranger was flirting. On the nearly vacant dance floor, the boy had placed himself squarely between the only two men that were still out there, and he was putting on his best show. When the one behind him was facing him, he'd dance with his ass, almost as if he was inviting the other man to come over and grind with him. When the man in front of the stranger would face him, he'd shake his hips, pushing his pelvis forward just a bit as if hinting to the man that there was a present for him hidden beneath those sexy red pants.
Lazily, Kurt wondered if the way the boy was dancing was appropriate for the song and the beat, but he quickly discarded the idea. He wouldn't have cared if the song was church music, so long as he kept moving his body like he was. Without knowing it, this boy was putting on a show for Kurt that he never knew he needed.
"Listen to me one more time, how can I get through?
Can't you try to see that I'm trying to get to you?"
"I wish you'd try to get to me," Kurt said to himself, slurping down the last of his Mai Tai. He'd guzzled that one down in under two minutes, he was sure. Oh well. He was starting to feel buzzed now, but he didn't care. He set the cup down on the bar, and almost immediately, the bartender was there, grabbing his cup to refill it.
With his hands empty, Kurt felt an impulse to check his phone, but he pushed the idea down. I've forgotten about Adam, he reminded himself. He's not important. He stood me up, but I have more important things to do right now. Like watching that sexy as hell boy dance. So, instead, he folded his hands beneath his chin, letting his chin rest on his pointer fingers as he watched the boy continue to try to encourage the two men on the dance floor.
The boy's hips were on fire! Getting nowhere with his flirting, he began to dance backward toward the hotter of the two men, at least in Kurt's eyes. The stranger got closer and closer, and as he approached, he threw his arms above his head, crossing his wrists and letting the music move him closer still to the man behind him.
Now it was too hot in the bar for Kurt. The dark purple button-up that he was wearing with his black dress pants was too constricting, and he undid the top two buttons, sighing when he could again breathe. He was still too hot, though, and he wished that the bartender would hurry back with his Mai Tai. He needed something to distract himself.
Kurt was incredulous. How has no one else noticed him? he wondered. He was the first thing I saw when he walked in, and I haven't been able to take my eyes off of him since. For a second, Kurt marveled at the fact that he was nearly suggesting that someone else flirt with this boy. Then, another pang of not-jealousy rolled through him. Yeah, I definitely don't want that.
"Open up your eyes now, tell me what you see
It is no surprise now, what you see is me"
Kurt kept his eyes on the stranger as The Beatles crooned the last few notes through the speakers, and the tambourines took their last few shakes. The song was sliding to a close, and the boy was still dancing like he'd only been doing it for a matter of a few seconds, not several minutes.
"Okay," the DJ called through the speakers. "We all love The Beatles, don't we?" he called, earning him some more cheers and applause. Then he asked, "How many of you are single?"
At that, Kurt grabbed his phone. 7:0-7:10. I've only been watching him for 10 minutes? It feels like it's been hours. No, seconds. It feels like it's been seconds, and it's been 10 minutes. He put his phone back down next to himself again. It didn't matter. Time meant nothing when he was watching the stranger.
"Coming to a bar alone on Valentine's Day takes guts!" the announcer was saying. "I want all you single people to partner up and get ready for our next song!"
There was more cheering and shouting, and the dark-haired stranger scanned along the bar for his date. His eyes came to rest on Kurt, and they narrowed for a split second. Then, a smile curved the boy's lips, and he crooked his index finger in front of his nose.
Kurt's breath caught in this throat, and he choked on air. Me? Is he asking for me?