Kurt couldn’t see the person he was kissing right away, but he had this hungry feeling in his gut. He had to have this man. Have him, hold him, kiss him, and love him. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before in his life. Not even with Aidan, his boyfriend of eight months. It was funny that Aidan hadn’t seemed to cross his mind, except for thinking he had never felt like this with him. His mind was too consumed in this person kissing him like there was no tomorrow, like it was painful when their lips were apart. This burning, pulling, sensation in his stomach indicated that he was supposed to love this stranger with everything in him, and he did. The feel of the stranger’s lips against his was also something like he had never felt before. The stranger’s lips were soft and full, and judging by the way he was kissing him, he felt the same for Kurt as Kurt did for him. Their lips wrestling with each other, they couldn’t get close enough, or kiss hard enough. The stranger’s tongue was all but completely down Kurt’s throat. Kurt loved the taste of the stranger; there was a strong coffee taste, with a light spearmint flavor. He wasn’t even bothered by the hint of cigarette he could taste. He actually loved it, a lot. He felt the stranger’s hands on his hips, slipping under his shirt. He backed into the wall of the empty hallway they were in. He had no idea where they were, but he didn’t care. The stranger moaned against Kurt’s mouth. “Kurt...”
Kurt just smiled and captured the man’s lips in his own again. Then suddenly the man pulled away.

“What?” Kurt whispered breathlessly, looking up. He was looking into the most beautiful hazel eyes he had ever seen and he noticed the man’s face for the first time. Their foreheads were leaning against one another; they were just an inch away from each other’s face. Their bodies were pressed together, the stranger’s hands on Kurt’s waist and Kurt’s arms around the stranger’s neck. Not only did he have gorgeous hazel eyes, his hair was dark and a mess of curls. Kurt noted to run his fingers through it when they started kissing again. He took in the face of the stranger, the light stubble, his thick, adorable, eyebrows and his shiny perfect smile. “Jesus,” Kurt breathed. “You’re beautiful.”

The guy chuckled, smiling bashfully. “Please, have you seen yourself?” He looked up into Kurt’s eyes before suddenly looking down and pulling away from Kurt, frowning.

Kurt frowned as well. “Wait, what’s wrong?”

The man just shook his head. “No, I’m sorry. I-I have to go. I’m sorry, Kurt.” He took Kurt’s face in his hands, kissing him urgently. “I love you, I love you so much. I’m so sorry.” He let go and starting running down the hallway.

“No! Wait! What is your name? Please! I think I love you, too!” Kurt tried, but it was too late. He was gone.

…..

Kurt sat straight up in his bed, breathing as heavily as he had been in his dream. He felt on the nightstand for his glasses, grabbing them and putting them on. He looked around his dark room, looking to his alarm clock; it was five-thirty in the morning. He sighed. “Not again. What the hell?” He whispered out loud. This hadn’t been the first dream of the handsome stranger. It had been going on for a couple of weeks now. He had it the first time two weeks ago, then again the next week, then three times last week, and this was the fourth time this week. But this had been the first time he saw the stranger’s face. He was getting frustrated. He didn’t know what the dreams meant or even how they made him feel. He felt silly about feeling things for an imaginary person, but he couldn’t help it. It was almost like he was falling in love with this person in his dreams. But he couldn’t, could he? No. It was ridiculous. Kurt sighed, deciding it was no use to try and go back to sleep, he might as well get up. He decided to paint for a bit before he had to get ready for school. He got out of bed and quietly snuck to the extra bedroom in his apartment, careful not to wake his best friend (and roommate) Rachel. They had moved to Manhattan after high school and after spending three years in a dumpy apartment, and after saving for three years, they lucked out. They found a rent controlled apartment on Perry Street. Rachel had put her grandmother’s piano and a few other things in the room and Kurt had his painting area set up in front of the window. They walls were gray, but it was a very nice room. Kurt sighed, replacing the half painted on canvas on his easel with an empty one. He sat down on the stool in front of it, staring at it for a minute. Then he grabbed a brush, dipping it in paint and he started. Also, he had Aidan. Who loved him, who had been through a lot with him the past eight months, who would be heartbroken if he thought Kurt was straying away.

“Where’s that?”

Kurt jumped, dropping his brush. It made a soft clatter against the hardwood floors and he turned. “Dammit, Rachel!”

She giggled. “Sorry.”

Kurt just shook his head, standing up, it hadn’t been the first time his best friend had snuck in on him painting, startling him. And he knew it certain wouldn’t be the last. She liked to watch him paint. He bent over to pick up the paint brush. “I don’t know.” He sighed, looking at the canvas, stepping back a bit. He looked at the familiar place on the canvas. It was the hallway he was in with his handsome stranger in his dream. “I-I was here, in my dream tonight.”

“It’s a pretty place.” She smiled.

Kurt nodded before sighing again. “Rach, can I tell you something? You can’t say a word to Aidan about it.” He slid his glasses onto his head.

Rachel nodded. “Of course, love!” She went over and sat on the stool in front of her best friend.

“Okay, this is going to sound insane I think. But I can’t keep it to myself and I can’t tell Aidan.” He paused for a moment. “I’ve been having these dreams, where I’m with this stranger, except he’s not a stranger. It’s very obvious he’s painfully in love with me, and I think I am with him, too. And we’re just in this heated make out session. We’ve never gone all the way, but it’s like we want to. And he keeps saying my name and telling my how much he loves me and I feel this odd sensation I have never felt before. It’s like; I have to have him and if I don’t it’ll be painful.” He shook his head. “I don’t know. I think it’s crazy, but I think I’m just as in love with him as he is me. It’s like we can’t keep our hands off of each other. We’re hungry for each other.” He rubbed his face with his hand. “It’s so real. It’s almost like it really happens, you know?”

“Whoa. That sounds pretty intense.”

Kurt nodded. “It really is. So much in fact, that I think I feel the feeling I have in the dream when I’m awake and I think about it.”

Rachel kept up with Kurt’s blabbering nicely. “So, you think you’re in love, for real, with this imaginary mystery man? How long has this been going on?”

“A few weeks, I have it often, too.” Kurt realized how really stupid it sounded when Rachel said it out loud. “I know; it’s stupid. I’m sorry. Just forget I said anything.” He sighed.

Rachel shook her head. “No, no, no, no. It’s no stupid. Sure it might sound a bit crazy to a normal person. But, I understand. It’s alright. You know, for most of my high school years I was painfully in love with Steven Tyler and-”

“Rachel, that is not the same thing because that was indeed; insane. And gross.”

“At least he wasn’t imaginary.” She poked.

“Touché,”

They laughed for a moment.

“What if he’s not? What if he’s real? What if he’s like your soul mate or something?” Rachel said.

“Oh come on. Nonsense,”

She gasped overdramatically. “What if you’re psychic? I can just see it now! You and-”

“Ha. Ha.” Kurt laughed over obnoxiously at his best friend. “You’re hilarious. Now stop being ridiculous, I have to get ready for school.”

“Ditto,” She stood up. “But seriously Kurt, keep your eyes open. What if he is real?”

“Oh,” Kurt dipped his brush into the paint thinner, and then wiped it off. “And if I just happen to run into him in this giant city, what am I supposed to say? “Uh, excuse me stranger, I’m in love with you.””

“Oh Kurt,” She shook her head disapprovingly. “You’d have to handle yourself better than that.” She kissed him on the cheek. “We’ll work on it; just in case. Manhattan is a small island.” She winked at him and padded out of the room, back into hers.

Kurt sighed once more, looking at the painting of the hallway. He didn’t realize how long he had actually been sitting there painting. Considering the detail and the time, it was a long while. He rushed to get ready for school and left, trying not to think about the stranger.