America wasn’t everything he thought it would be, but it was still better than anything Blaine had experienced. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like he was going to be able to stay there for very much longer. College had been a bust, and there was no way he was going back home. He needed to find some way to stay; once the INS found out he wasn’t attending school anymore they would deport him. That’s why he finds himself searching through immigration rights on a sunny, Saturday afternoon.

“U.S. immigration officials will not approve an immigrant petition filed by a U.S. citizen for a same-sex spouse”

“At present, gay people are deprived of equal immigration rights. In a same-sex relationship, the US citizen partner cannot confer immigration benefits on the noncitizen partner even though they may have been validly married in a foreign country that has legalized same-sex marriages.”

‘This isn’t helping. There has to be something.”

“United States Citizenship and Immigration Services (USCIS) District Offices have both confirmed that that alien relative petitions and green card applications filed by married same-sex couples will not be denied.”

Blaine smiles to himself.

Turns out that finding a solution to his problem would be the easy part. Now he had to find someone to go along with his plan. He couldn’t just go up to some guy in a bar and say “Will you marry me?” in broken English. But he needed to find someone soon; he could only evade the INS for so long.

Blaine realized he wasn’t going to find his future husband in an old library, so he went back to his hotel to get ready for tonight. After all, he had a lot of ground to cover on his ‘husband search’.

Kurt had been in New York for a year now. He knew the best places to go to find the hottest guys in the city. He loved the feeling of freedom he got when he flirted, kissed, and fucked any guy he wanted. It was a far cry from Lima, Ohio, where he was bullied for just looking at a guy (like he would want any of those assholes anyway).

Things were better for him here. He had a job that he was good at, a roommate he tolerated, and an apartment that wasn’t so terrible (once he repainted and put down rugs). Did one night stands leave him a little lonely? Sure. But it wasn’t like some smart, handsome guy was just going to randomly walk up to him and offer to spend the rest of his life being his loving, devoted husband. Things didn’t work like that in the real world, as he had already discovered. Life wasn’t fair. He wasn’t going to waste any more time looking for love.

He checked himself out in the mirror one last time before grabbing his wallet and keys and leaving the apartment.

The club was crowded, it being a Saturday night and everything. ‘Plenty of guys to choose from’, he thought, ‘Someone who doesn’t have X’s on his hands; I need a drink’.

There’s a blond at the bar that had already caught his eye, but blonds weren’t really his thing. Not anymore. But his hands were X free, so maybe he could give him a chance.

He’s flirting with this guy, drinking his second rum and coke, when he sees him across the room. Much better than the blond. He has X’s on his hands, but it doesn’t matter because Kurt already has a drink. He asks the blond if he wants to buy him a beer, and once the bartender puts it in front of him he takes it and excuses himself.

He’s confident as he walks over to this new guy. He’s done it enough times to know that he’s good, and he doesn’t need to feel nervous.

“Hi, I’m Kurt. I saw you sitting here and thought you could use a drink”. He puts down the beer in front of the boy.

“Thank you very much. But how did you get alcoholic drink? You are having the X’s too.”

“I have my ways.” ‘He’s cute and foreign. Looks like I found what I’m doing tonight.”

Kurt wakes up to bright sunlight. He quickly realizes that he’s not in his bed, he’s in… a hotel room?

“Rise and shining. It is almost twelve. I have gone to get breakfast from bakery and it will get cold.”

Somewhere in the back of his mind Kurt remembers the accent.

“What happened last night?”

“You came to me at bar. Brought me beer. Then you showed me how to get more beer. So I did. Then we come back to my hotel and have sex.”

“I got that, considering I’m not wearing clothes.” He got up slowly from the bed and started the search for his clothes.

“Here, I have them for you.”

“Thanks. Why aren’t you hungover?”

“What is hungover?”

“Nevermind.” Kurt felt way too sick to try to explain anything to him right now. He almost passed out pulling on his pants.

“Would you like a muffin before you go?”

“No.” All Kurt wanted to do was crawl into his own bed, in his own apartment.

“Would you like coffee?”

“No. I just really want to go.”

“Would you like to marry me?” Kurt stopped his search for his keys and looked at this boy, who looked even younger in the daylight. This had to be the worst hangover of his life.

“What?”

“I need husband. You say you like me last night.”

“Last night I was drunk. I would have said anything to get laid.”

“I’ll pay you. I have money.”

Kurt didn’t say another word. He found his keys and his wallet and left the room. When the door was closed behind him, he leaned against it. ‘Worst. Morning after. Ever.’ He waited until the urge to throw up passed before he continued down the hall, trying to block out how desperate what’s-his-face had sounded.