"Ooooh! Don't you guys look beautiful?" the DJ asked over the final notes of the song. "Now, we're going to go a little bit newer for our next song. So, pull your date close and keep on moving." The tinny sounds of a guitar sang through the speaker.

The stranger in his arms had stopped dancing as the DJ spoke, but now that the music was playing again, he began to move, his head still resting on Kurt's shoulder. Their erections were still rubbing against each other as they swayed, feeling oh so good, and a smile crept over Kurt's face as he tucked his chin against the stranger's head and thought, This night is getting sweeter all the time.

As the first lines of Sweet Creature came through the speaker, Kurt marveled again at the man in his arms. It was as if he never tired. Without checking his phone, Kurt was sure that this beautiful stranger had been on the dance floor for nearly 20 minutes without stopping. It was as if his feet never tired, and with the exception of those few moments between songs, he never stopped swaying or shaking his hips.

"We don't know where we're going

But we know where we belong"

As they slowly danced in a circle, Kurt found his gaze again drifting to the two dates at the bar. The stranger's date was still talking animatedly to Adam; they seemed to be hitting it off well. I wonder what they're talking about, Kurt mused. This stranger knows more about Adam than I do now and I'm not at all mad about it. As he watched the two men, his head slowly lifted, trying to keep them in his line of vision. A moment later, there were two burning fingers grazing against his cheek, guiding his gaze into the beautiful stranger's sparkling hazel eyes. Though they didn't exchange any words, the message in the stranger's eyes was clear: he had liked Kurt's closeness. So, when his curly head was settled back against Kurt's chest, Kurt again rested his cheek against him, sighing deeply. This feels right.

"Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home"

Why does this feel so perfect? Kurt wondered as they continued to hold each other. He was absentmindedly rubbing his thumbs up and down the stranger's back. The boy leaning against him was so...solid. He was shorter than Kurt. More compact, he thought. But, he was strong and comfortable and warm, all the things Kurt was looking for in a man. How did I find him? How is it that he just showed up on the same night I did? Especially since I hate this place. It felt like something else, Fate maybe, was guiding this night.

The more he thought about it as they continued to dance, the more Kurt felt like there had to be something else guiding them than just their own desires and feelings. Something much bigger had put him in the same place at the same time with his boy, and he needed to know more about him. So, when there was a momentary break in Harry's singing, Kurt spoke into the boy's ear, "I'm Kurt. What's your name?"

"I always think about you and how we don't speak enough"

Patiently, Kurt waited to hear the boy speak, but after a few moments, he decided that he must not have heard him. He thought about repeating himself, but decided against it. They could talk later. Right now, I want to enjoy his company and the way he's pressing himself against me for as long as I can. There's time for introductions and worrying about the future later. The boy remained where he was, leaning heavily against Kurt, swaying to the beat of the music almost mindlessly, as if dancing was second nature. His hot breath hit Kurt's neck in little puffs, steadily reminding Kurt of his presence with each exhale.

The music continued to play as Kurt danced with the beautiful stranger. I wonder what his voice sounds like, Kurt thought. I wonder if it's deep, if he can sing, if his laugh sounds more beautiful than the sweetest song. I wonder what he looks like when he smiles and allows it to reach his eyes. For a few more moments, as the song moved toward its final chorus, Kurt continued to hold onto his stranger, imagining what the future could be like if, by some great mystery or act of Fate, he ended up with this nameless stranger forever.

"Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home"

Sweet creature...an accurate description, Kurt thought. This boy is a sweet, sweet creature. He even smells sweet. Kurt closed his eyes as he continued to dance. This stranger's arms felt like home. He inhaled the heady scent of his dance partner as the last two lines of the song played throughout the bar.

"Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home"

As the last lines of the song faded away and the guitar strummed its final notes, Kurt felt his dance partner lift his head. His arms never moved from around Kurt's neck, and he kept his body pressed close. Kurt tightened his grip on the boy's hips, unwilling to let him get away without at least finding out his name. Then, he felt the stranger's hot breath against his ear. His body tensed, unsure what the stranger was doing. Then, he heard one word pass from the stranger's lips in the most beautiful, magical, wonderful voice he'd ever heard.

"Blaine," the stranger breathed into his dance partner's ear.

Kurt was so caught up in the sound of the stranger's voice, he didn't hear the DJ announce the next song.