A/N: This is a part of the "Finn is Bi" universe I created years ago. Reading those stories is not essential as they are 75% smut, I'd say the first chapter in the 3rd one is most important (and this prologue is the epilogue of that one), but not reading it won't confuse you here.

Also, the title is a song and the chapter names are its lyrics by Jukebox the Ghost and have little to do with what happens (although it seems to fit quite well which is why I chose to keep them).

Kurt was just finishing up his morning routine in the bathroom when he heard David calling out to him.

"Hey, Kurt? Remember how we got really drunk last night when we went out for our anniversary?"

"Yes," said Kurt, following the sound of his boyfriend's voice to the living room. "Although, that's about all I can remember. So it's nice that we fell asleep before getting anywhere in bed."

Dave didn't reply to the comment. Instead, he turned the computer screen to face Kurt. "Well, apparently we had enough energy to post this before passing out."

If you've ever read the book "More" by Sloan Parker and are interested in something like that, meet me and my boyfriend at 3pm. You should wear a bowtie and we'll find you.

The blurb was followed by the address for one of Kurt's favorite coffee houses.

"Why would we ask him to wear a bowtie?" said David.

Kurt felt his jaw drop. "That's the issue you see? David, we just put out an ad for a third."

Shrugging, David closed the computer and stood up, resting his hands on Kurt's hips. "We've pulled it off before. Why should now be any different?"

"Because we knew Finn for years? We were in high school and didn't actually know how to be in a real relationship? There are plenty of reasons."

David sighed. "We're not asking to sleep with anyone, we're asking for a meet. Also, I take some offense at saying we weren't in a real relationship. It was real at the time, which is what matters. Besides, if we hadn't gone to two separate states for college, who knows how long the three of us could have lasted?"

"But what if it's some homicidal homophobe that wants to kill us?" Kurt couldn't believe he was considering going through with it and buried his face in Dave's chest in embarrassment.

"How many homophobes do you think go around reading erotic romance about three men in a menage relationship?" Knowing there was reason in his argument Dave nuzzled behind Kurt's ear. "Please," he pretended to beg, "This could be fun. Even without the possibility of sex."

Dave could feel Kurt giving in and five hours later they were sitting in the cafe, eyeing the crowd for a man in a bowtie.

After a few minutes Kurt let out an annoyed sigh. "Why are so many men wearing bowties?"

"Hey," said Dave, pulling his gaze away from a particularly attractive man in a bowtie, leaving with two cups. "Bowties are cool."

Kurt rolled his eyes at Dave's dorky grin. "We're leaving at 3:30 if no one shows. I don't want to waste more time than necessary on a drunken decision."

No sooner were the words out of his mouth than a hand appeared between the men. Both Dave and Kurt had stopped watching the crowd and missed when the boy with blonde hair and glasses walked in, scanning while twisting the strap on his bag.

He stood in silence, staring at the table, but waited until Kurt and Dave were both looking at him before speaking. "Hi! I'm Chandler."