***

Kurt sighed as he looked across the gym from his treadmill. Blaine was over by the office, leaning against the doorframe and joking around with his co-workers. Again. 

Lately, it seemed like Blaine gave Kurt his workout instructions and wandered off for the majority of his sessions. In the beginning, Blaine used to stay nearby, giving encouragement and tips. Now, it felt like they hardly spoke at all. 

Not that Kurt needed much instruction or encouragement. After over two months at the gym, he knew the machines well and got a good workout in. Hed been going to yoga on the alternate days and was feeling good. He was now wearing stuff from his middle pile and looking forward to fitting things from the smaller size pile soon. 

But he was disappointed that Blaine wasnt nearby because he had started to consider him a friend. And wanted to get to know him more. And this was impossible when he was always hanging by the office. 

Talking to Kyle. Kyle, the new guy on the gym staff. He was tall, with medium length dark hair and a great smile. He was muscular and tanned. There always seemed to be women hanging out near him. Along with Blaine. 

Kurt's initial gym sign-up was for three months with personal training. At the time, he wasnt sure if hed like it. Now, he liked the gym and getting a good workout done, but probably didnt need the personal training after three months. He knew what he was doing and was motivated. Maybe that was what Blaine was showing him by letting Kurt workout on his own lately. 

But then again, he wanted this last month with Blaine as his trainer to be good. Kurt wanted to see how far he could get, stay challenged physically. Might as well get his moneys worth out of it. 

On the other side, he missed hanging around Blaine. Missed chatting with him, missed his attention, missed him bugging Kurt to do more sit-ups or even fucking burpees. 

***

It was such a wonderful night. The meal was perfect, Kurt was dressed beautifully, and his handsome date was attentive. Scott was a house manager at a nearby theatre, and a few years older than Kurt. Kurt liked his sense of humor, his passion for his job and his big brown flirty eyes.

They had been dating a couple weeks now, and texting a lot. Every time his phone vibrated, Kurt felt a surge of excitement, wondering if it was from Scott. And they often were. 

After dinner, they slowly walked towards Kurts place, holding hands. Kurt liked that Scott was actually into dating, getting to know each other, and not just a quick hook-up like so many men around their age. 

Scotts thumb was stroking along the back of Kurts hand. It felt nice, like he cherished Kurt.

Reaching Kurts building, he hesitated, not really wanting to invite Scott up yet. 

Turning to face him, Kurt smiled. "Thanks so much for dinner. That was such a nice restaurant."

"Youre welcome." Scott returned the smile, and took a step closer, putting his hand on Kurts shoulder and leaning forward. 

Kurt closed his eyes, and felt Scotts lips gently touch against his. It felt nice. 

Scott pulled back a little, looking down at his face. "You have such amazing eyes, Kurt." His voice was soft, and then he leaned closer again, his lips firmer against Kurts, and his arms wrapping around his waist. 

It was such a beautiful summer night. A perfect romantic setting. Scott was so handsome and considerate. His kisses were good. But still Kurt didnt feel anything besides just a nice kiss. 

Pulling back, Kurt gave a small smile. "Thanks again, Scott, for such a nice night." 

And then he ran up the stairs, waving goodbye to Scott, and escaped into his building with a sigh of relief. 

Sheesh!  If you included Brittany and Karofsky (yuck), hed kissed four people on the mouth and he might as well be kissing his arm for all the excitement he got from it. Was he just unable to really enjoy kissing? And if Rachels theory was true, would sex ever be worth bothering with again? 

***

"Hello, Kurt. Come back from where ever you are..."

Kurt snapped back out of his thoughts to find Blaine waving his hand in front of his face. He just finished the outdoor yoga class with Sabina and was sitting on a park bench thinking. He hadnt even noticed Blaine sitting down beside him. 

"Oh, sorry, got some stuff on my mind." Kurt looked over at Blaine, dressed only in a tank top and shorts. 

Blaine smiled, looking delicious as always. "Must be some pretty deep stuff. Can I help?"

Kurt gave him a long look. "Um, maybe. Um, were friends right?"

Blaine nodded. "Id like to think so."

"So, would you do me a favor and kiss me?" Kurt looked over at Blaine, seeing his shocked expression. 

Kurt blushed, looking down at his hands. "Its just that Scott kissed me for the first time last night and it was nice. Just nice. Just like every other time Ive been kissed." Kurt rambled, embarrassed, not even knowing what he was saying. "Everyone always says kissing someone you care about should be so amazing, big fireworks and all that. But it's never like that for me. Maybe its just me and-"

"Ill do it." Blaines firm voice cut off Kurts rushed ramblings. 

Kurt looked up, looking at Blaines face, unable to read his expression. "You dont have to, really, its just me overthinking things -"

"Shut up, Kurt, and close your eyes." Blaines voice had a hint of laughter to it, underneath the firm tone. 

Kurt looked at Blaine for a couple heartbeats, opening his mouth to say more. But Blaines gaze kept him quiet. Kurt shut his mouth, and then shut his eyes, heart pounding, holding his breath. 

Blaines hands came up, cupping Kurts face, angling his head slightly. And then Kurt could feel his breath against his face, and then Blaines lips softly brushing against his. 

He pulled back, and Kurt almost reached out towards him, but then Blaines mouth was against Kurts again, pressing firmly against his. Blaines fingers dug into Kurts hair, as his lips moved over Kurts, and Kurts hand came up tentatively, before resting on his shoulder. 

Kurt felt breathless, his heart still pounding loud in his ears, when Blaine backed off, releasing Kurts hair. 

He opened his eyes, blinking slowly, and Blaine was looking down at him. 

"Well...?" Blaine asked, a little smile on his face. 

Kurt shrugged, sighing. "It was nice. Very nice."

Blaines eyes narrowed as he looked down at Kurt. "Nice? Just fucking nice?" He growled under his breath, and then he grabbed Kurt, dragging him across the park bench until he was practically in Blaines lap, pressed up close to his body. 

Kurt gasped in surprise, and Blaines mouth was against his again, his kiss hard and insistent, as Blaines arms wrapped around Kurts back, pressing him closer, right into his heat. Kurts heart was pounding hard, and he could hardly catch his breath. Blaine licked lightly across Kurt's bottom lip, and then his tongue pushed into Kurts mouth, moving against Kurts in a way that made Kurt gasp again. 

They were both breathing fast, lips swollen, when Blaine let go of Kurt, his face so close as he looked down at Kurt's mouth, and then his darkened eyes met his gaze. 

Kurt was still reeling when Blaine got up, gave Kurt a little nod, smiling, and walked away.

***

“So, you kissed two different men within 24 hours? You are really changing things up, Kurt! Good for you!” Lucy leaned over and gave Kurt a hug. 

Kurt rolled his eyes. “I didn't tell you to brag, Lucy. I'm seriously confused here.”

Lucy poured herself another cup of tea from the teapot, stirring in some honey. “So, you've been dating Scott a couple weeks, and when he kissed you, it was only nice? And Blaine kisses you, as a ‘friend', and your shoes practically shoot off. Is that a fair summary?” 

“Well, basically, yeah.” Kurt felt shy discussing this with anyone, but he'd thought about it all night and he was still as confused. 

Lucy took a sip of her tea, holding the mug with both hands. “Well, I really believe in chemistry. You're familiar with this whole idea, I assume?”

“So, I should base who I'm with by physical attraction and that's it?” Kurt crossed his legs. 

Lucy sighed, “Of course not, but it's important in a relationship. If there is no chemistry at all in the beginning, I don't think it's something that will ever develop later.” 

“Should I just drop Scott then?” 

Lucy gave Kurt a long, considering look. “Well, you really seem to like him, so I think it's worth another try. Maybe try getting him somewhere alone and trying some hotter kisses out with him, see if you have any sparks.” 

Kurt nodded his head. “And what should I wear for this hot date?” This was totally out of his comfort zone. 

Jumping up, Lucy walked into Kurt's bedroom. “Come on, show me what you got.”

***

After the movie, Kurt invited Scott back to his apartment for dessert and coffee. Kurt felt like he was being a little too obvious, with the invite and with the outfit Lucy had picked out for him.

Excusing himself from Scott, Kurt went into the washroom, splashing water on his face. After drying off, he took a long look in the mirror. Lucy had asked him to try on some things from his smallest fitting pile, against Kurt's objections. When he squeezed himself into some very tight light grey skinny jeans and a fitted dress shirt, she claimed it was perfect. Kurt thought they were too small, but she insisted that they were made to wear that tight, and that Kurt looked good. 

Back out of the washroom, Kurt carried the slices of cake over to the coffee table. Scott already had their coffees there. “Here you go, chocolate-mint cake.” 

“That looks really good, Kurt.” Scott was sitting on one end of the sofa, and Kurt sat down at the other end. 

Kurt was feeling nervous, so he only had a couple bites of cake before putting his plate down. He looked over at Scott, admiring his big, brown eyes, his dark hair and the way he wore the fitted black V-neck sweater and blue jeans. He looked very attractive. 

“I'm glad you like it. So, what did you think of the movie?” 

Scott shrugged. “I'm not usually into horror, but I do like horror-comedies. For some reason, I think laughing occasionally releases the tension, and it makes the scarier parts even more intense.” 

“I agree.” Kurt smiled. “Plus, it makes the whole thing more fun, because it's less predictable.” 

Putting down his empty plate, Scott shifted on the sofa to face Kurt better. “Too bad you are so wrong about Steven Sondheim, though. Otherwise, I'd say we were very compatible.” 

Kurt shook his head slowly. “I think you are the only man who works on Broadway who doesn't adore Sondheim. Maybe you should start dating guys from Jersey.” Kurt teased Scott back. 

Scott shifted closer on the sofa, so he was very close to Kurt. “The only guy I'm interested in dating lives nowhere near Jersey, unfortunately.” His eyes were intent on Kurt's face, moving from his eyes and drifting down to his lips. 

Kurt felt nervous, but he leaned closer. Scott's hand came up to his neck, pulling Kurt in until their lips touched, brushing back and forth lightly. It felt nice.

Nice. As soon as that word popped into Kurt's head, he knew he'd have to be the one to step things up. See if it could be something besides nice.

Moving closer to Scott, he put a hand on his shoulder, pushing gently until Scott laid back on the sofa. Kurt shifted to stretch out beside him, his chest against Scott's. “Is this OK?” Kurt asked, looking down at Scott's face, so close below his. 

Scott smiled. “Very OK.“

It felt different to be the one initiating the kiss, controlling the pace, but Kurt liked it. Leaning down, he brushed his lips over Scott's, liking the feel of his full, soft lips. Light kisses intensified into deeper ones, and Scott's hand pushed into Kurt's hair, tugging on it lightly. His other hand was rubbing up and down Kurt's back. 

After a little while, Scott shifted on the couch, and he guided Kurt so that they switched positions. Kurt was lying on his back, and Scott moved over him, kissing along his neck. Scott's hand was rubbing back and forth just above Kurt's waistband, and then he started tugging on his shirt. Once loosened, his hand slid underneath, touching the bare skin of Kurt's stomach. 

Kurt pushed his fingers into Scott's dark hair, nudging his face upwards, and capturing his mouth in a hard kiss. The kisses were intense, deep, and Scott was responding, shifting his body over Kurt's, and lowering his hips down to Kurt's. 

“Um…. Scott…” Kurt moved his mouth away from Scott's. 

Scott kissed along Kurt's jawline. “Kurt….” 

Kurt nudged against his shoulder, and Scott shifted away. Sitting up, Kurt was soon off the couch. “Sorry, Scott. I'll be back in a moment.” 

Seconds later, Kurt was in his bedroom, closing the door behind him, taking a deep breath.

After a few minutes, Kurt came out and sat back down on the sofa. “Um…. Scott….” He had no idea how to say what he needed to say.

“It's not you, it's me?” Scott supplied, sitting upright on the other end of the sofa. “I get it, Kurt. We get along really well, but I could tell you weren't really into what we were just doing, right?” 

Kurt let out a deep breath of relief. “Yes, exactly. You are fantastic, but the chemistry just isn't there for me.” 

Reaching over, Scott brushed some hair off Kurt's face. “It's too bad, because I was really starting to like you. But I'd like to be friends, if we can't be more. Really. And I promise it won't be awkward.” 

Kurt nodded. “That would be great, Scott.” 

Scott got up, straightening his clothes. “Thanks, Kurt. Well, I'll get out of here” 

Kurt walked him to the door, and they said goodbye with a quick hug. 

***

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