Alternative meeting, at a sauna.

Steamy

Kurt leaned his head back against the wall, sighing and letting his body relax completely in the steamy room, closing his eyes and shifting in his seat to get comfy.

Rachel was right- this was exactly what he needed after that extremely busy week at work, with Isabelle sick and his pressuring deadline just around the corner. He pushed all thoughts of work and money and stress out of his mind, focusing on the pleasant heat alone.

Few moments passed in peace, until his neck began protesting against the awkward position it was in, making him open his eyes unwillingly and straighten his posture.

It took him no longer than a second to spot the hazel-eyed, curly-haired man from across the room staring at him. Once he realized he's been caught, he smiled and winked, then looked away.

It's not that Kurt didn't get hit on. He did. He was also aware he looked rather well- after he moved to New York, he started going to gym and was maintaining a nice, not-too-bold six pack. Still, being flirted with wasn't something he was used to just yet.

The guy was damn hot, too. Sharp jaw line, defined muscles, tiny waist…

Kurt made sure to catch the man's gaze when he turned his eyes to him, thinking that maybe the sauna wasn't what he really had to thank Rachel for.

Deciding that he might as well have fun, Kurt smirked the best he could, and licked his lip.

The guy smiled, gesturing slightly with his head towards the door. Kurt rose silently from his seat, and walked outside, swaying his hips just a little more than necessary. He felt the man following him, and walked a little further away from the sauna, not wanting to be disturbed. He turned around suddenly, and the view was glorious- the guy was probably about his age, and man was he handsome. And his smile. And those biceps.

"Hi, handsome sauna boy," breathed Kurt, letting a stranger invade his personal space.

A soft hand traced a line down his arm, sending an electric shiver throughout his entire body. "Your eyes are gorgeous," purred the man, his own hypnotizing eyes burning into Kurt's. "May I ask your name?"

"Kurt," he blurted out. "May I ask yours?"

"Blaine." A moment, then," May I kiss you?"

"Yes."

I feel really mean for ending it there. I don't think they would do anything interesting later on, though. Exchange numbers, go on a few dates, fall in love, marry, have children, grow old together, you know, the usual. ;)

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