Hitting On My Man.
Kurt had never been used to women hitting on him, no matter how much it happened he didn't think he ever would. Blaine however thought it was hilarious. He was used to it because women had basically been throwing themselves at him since he was a teenager, but it was still new to Kurt. He had never thought of himself as sexy or hot. Not unless he was with Blaine seeming as Blaine refused to let a day go by without informing him. But that had always been different. Blaine was his husband so he was a little biased about his opinion on how Kurt looked.
Kurt could see the changes in his body and how he could be attractive to women. He had grown another inch or so since he left high school, his arms were bigger and more muscular. The same with his abs and pecks, thanks to a much used gym membership Finn had gotten him as a going away present when he headed off to New York for his first year of college. His jaw line was more sculpted and defined, and some times accompanied by a light dusting of facial hair (which Blaine absolutely adored) and his skin was a shade darker, making him seem less fragile. In short, he had become a man. Even his voice had dropped an octave when he was talking. Gratefully though he could still hit those high notes in songs and still maintaining his title of the only countertenor in his graduating class.
But he still didn't think he would ever get used to the idea of women being attracted to him. That is why one night, when they decided to head out to a bar for a night of some fun dancing and drinking Kurt was a little shocked at all the attention he was getting.
The walked into the bar around ten to find the place, half full which was usual at the early hour of the night in New York the bars didn't usually fill up until midnight. They find a table then Blaine headed over the bar to get them their drinks. There was a pretty long line so Kurt was going to be alone for a few minutes. Or so he thought. As soon as Blaine was alone a tall blonde girl walked up to him and asked him to dance. Being polite he decided one dance couldn't hurt. It wasn't as if he was repulsed by women, he still found them attractive but he preferred men which had always allowed him to appreciate women more then most straight men.
Kurt shot a questioning glance over to the bar where Blaine was standing waiting for their drinks. He flashed him a smile and mouthed something along the lines of save the last dance for me before winking and turning his attention the TV that was placed above the shelves of liquor. He took that as an okay so he grabbed the women's out stretched hand and lead her towards the dance floor. They danced for a few minutes, bumping and grinding slightly before Kurt feigned having to go to the washroom. She let him go easily enough but not before taking a small piece of paper from her back pocket and slipping it in his back pocket, he was guessing that it was her phone number.
He headed off towards the bathroom, planning after to go and find his husband. He was almost too the bathroom when another girl, this time a shorter brunette came up to him and asked him to dance with her. He looked towards the bar and Blaine was still sitting there and waiting for their drinks. He didn't really need to use the restroom so he figured one more dance couldn't hurt. They headed back out to the dance floor. After that one more dance turned into about fifteen more dances. By the time he finally managed to escape the dance floor and head back to their table Blaine was sitting there hiss glass already drained, with a smile on his face.
"Have fun?" he asked simply. He knew Kurt wasn't used to having all this attention from women but he absolutely adored it. He had always known Kurt was attractive and really appreciated that other people besides him were finally starting to realize how beautiful he was inside and out.
"Yeah I guess but I would much rather be dancing with you!" he said as he sat on the stool opposite Blaine. He felt a lump in his back pocket and reached in too see what it was. He pulled out 15 pieces of paper, each with a different phone number on it. He had a horrified look on his face while Blaine was trying hard not to fall off his stool in his fit of giggles.
"How do you find this funny? And not be jealous?" he asked Blaine once he thought his husband could form coherent sentences.
"I'm laughing because you are just so cute when you get attention from other people. And yes, I get jealous but I know that at the end of the day I'll get your last dance and that's all that I need. We're married Kurt I trust you!" he said lovingly. He grabbed Kurt's hand across the table. Kurt smiled back at him. It was true, Blaine had his fair share of women hit on him too but it never made Kurt jealous because at the end of the day they would save the last dance for each other.
"Let's dance!" Kurt said excitedly. He pulled Blaine up from his seat and onto the dance floor But not before taking all the numbers he had received over to the trash can. He had no use for them. He had an attractive husband whom he was madly in love with.
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