"Did anybody fall in love during that last song?" the DJ joked as I Choose You faded away.
I did, Kurt thought to himself. I did. At least, I think that's what's happening. The pressure of the stranger's hands still lingered at his hips, and he decided that he liked it; he never wanted it to stop.
"For the next song, we're going to slow it down, kick back with some soft rock. So, grab your date, hold 'em tight, and let your love flow. That goes for all the fresh lovers, too." There was the muffled sound of the mic being turned off and then the tinkly sounds of We're in This Love Together began to play.
"It's like a diamond ring
It's a precious thing
And we never want to lose it"
Suddenly, the stranger's arms were wrapping around Kurt's neck, startling him. Well, I guess he's all in, Kurt thought. He loved the feeling of the stranger's weight against his shoulders, and he didn't want to lose it. So, hesitantly, he brought his hands down to rest gently against the boy's hips. This was the first voluntary contact he'd had with the boy, and his fingertips felt like they were on fire. He gasped as the boy moved a bit closer and began to sway his hips gently.
"Every time we hear the music"
Something about the music was making Kurt want to dance, so he began to sway, too. The friction this was creating between their two bodies was almost too much; his senses were overloading. All of his blood was rushing to other parts of his body, and he could tell that the stranger's body was reacting the same way. What is this thing that's so electric between us? Kurt mused.
"We're in this love together
We got the kind that lasts forever"
Kurt let himself imagine, as he and the gorgeous stranger danced together, what life could be like if this boy was somehow his forever love. Would we have a beautiful future? Yes. Would I take him absolutely every Vogue event just to show off his incredible body? Absolutely yes. Would I design clothes for him? Ye-well, I'd probably like him better without clothes. And-oh, my God. We have got to stop touching like this. I can feel...everything, and I like it way, way too much. At just that moment, the stranger laid his head against Kurt's shoulder, letting his body lean into his even further, and Kurt decided that he never wanted this to stop. I could stay like this forever, he thought.
"And like berries on the vine
It gets sweeter all the time"
Kurt sighed, loving the way this felt. It was perfect to be dancing with this boy. As he breathed in, the faintest, sweetest smell of cologne tickled his nostrils. Was that the stranger? he wondered. Turning his head ever so slightly toward the boy's curly head, he sniffed again. A new smell settled in this time, something manly and oh, so attractive. This boy smelled amazing, a mix of pine and lemon and peppermint that Kurt wasn't aware he could love until that very moment. He let his eyes wander down the boy's back, taking in the relaxed muscles and gentle curvature as if he was taking in a perfect art piece. He so adored this strange man in his arms, the one he'd never talked to but almost felt as if he knew somehow.
"We got the whole thing working
Out so right
And it's just the way we planned it"
None of this was planned, Kurt realized. None of this was set up, and somehow it's perfect, much more perfect than the date I was supposed to be on. And that's when he remembered. This sexy man came here with a date. The euphoria he'd been feeling came crashing down around him; he didn't know what this boy's relationship with the other man was. They hadn't spoken a word to one another outside of singing the lyrics to I Choose You, and it had been too loud at the time for Kurt to even hear him; he had no idea what the stranger's voice sounded like.
Carefully, cautiously, Kurt turned them in a circle so his back was no longer facing the bar. Without stopping the dance, he let his eyes roam over the people standing at the crowded bar, looking for the stranger's date. A little piece of him hoped that his date had left, and another part of him wondered if he'd even recognize the other man from behind. Just as he was about to give up hope, he spotted the other man standing at the bar, his back to the dance floor. He was leaning against the countertop, his left elbow propping him up as he spoke animatedly to someone next to him.
"We're in this love together
And like berries on the vine
It gets sweeter all the time"
At first, Kurt thought nothing of the boy's date talking to someone else. An immense feeling of relief washed over him as he finally accepted that maybe this boy wasn't using him as a cheap side date. He was just beginning to think that there was something more to what was happening when the man that Kurt's stranger's date was talking to turned just a bit. Kurt squinted his eyes at the face. That face looked familiar; he knew that face. But from where? Then, it dawned on him. That face belonged to none other than his very, very late date.
"Ooooh! Don't you guys look beautiful?" the DJ asked over the final notes of the song. "Now…"
The stranger stopped dancing but made no move to step back or move his head from Kurt's shoulder. Their erections were still pressed together as they stood, and a smile crept over Kurt's face as he thought, This night is getting sweeter all the time.