Kurt woke up in his bed, it was barely light out. Kurt figured it was pretty early. He felt and arm slip over his bare stomach and a soft kiss behind his ear. A smile automatically found its way to his face. The lover in his bed started humming a tune, a familiar one. Kurt couldn’t help but giggle. He knew right away the tune was “So this is Love” from Cinderella.

“You are so cheesy.” Kurt whispered.

The man chuckled. “That’s one of the reasons you love me though, right?” He whispered.

“Absolutely.” Kurt said as he turned over to face his handsome stranger, the smile on his face seemed to be sticking around permanently. “One of the many,” He planted a soft kiss on the man’s lips. “Many,” Again. “Many,” And again. “Many,” Once more. “Many reasons why I love you.” He touched his lips to the man’s again, this time he lingered much longer, breathing him in. Tasting him. He was delicious. He would never tire of him. He knew this in his heart, he was positive.

“You were amazing last night.” His handsome stranger whispered against his mouth.

“I was wasn’t I?” Kurt joked, before biting his man’s lower lip.

“Oh!” Handsome began to tickle Kurt’s side.

Kurt giggled loudly. “Stop! Stop it! We’re going to wake up Rachel!”

Handsome stopped, laughing as well. “Oh please, if we didn’t wake her up last night, she’s not going to wake up now.”

Kurt just chuckled.

“I love you.” The guy said.

Kurt smiled, he would never tire of that either. Because every time he said it, the way he said it, the look in his eye when he said it. It sent shivers all through Kurt’s spine.

“I love you, too.”

The man then kissed Kurt’s lips urgently, moving, holding himself up over Kurt as they began round two. As the man started kissing Kurt’s neck, Kurt moaned softly.

…

 Kurt’s eyes shot open. He looked around, obviously he was alone. “Oh.” He breathed. After a moment of trying to grasp onto what he could remember of this dream, he sighed, grabbing his glasses and slipping them on. He noticed it was three in the morning. He knew there would be no sleeping after that, so he went to do what he always did when he couldn’t sleep.

…
"Who is that?" Rachel asked hours later, walking into the extra bedroom.

Kurt took his brush from the canvas with a slight jump. He turned to his best friend, his glasses on the edge of his nose, a smudge of black paint on his cheek. "Jesus! You scared me!"

"Sorry." She giggled, taking a seat on the stool next to him, putting her feet on the bars that held the stool together.

"You know when I’m painting I'm in the zone."

She nodded. "Yes, yes Picasso. I apologize."

Kurt set his brush down and slid his glasses up onto his head. Crossing his arms, he sighed. "I don't know." He looked at the painting, shaking his head. "It’s him.”

"Oh?" Rachel raised her eyebrows. "Wow, he is handsome."

Kurt just nodded. "I know. I just...I just wish I knew who he was. Do you think it's creepy that I painted him?" He looked to her.

She looked up at him with a smile. "Just, don't hang it on the wall.”

They both laughed together.

“So I take it you had another dream tonight?” Rachel asked, putting her elbow on her knee, resting her chin on her hand.

Kurt nodded. “I wish I knew why I’m dreaming about him, or if he even exists.”

Rachel nodded with Kurt.

Kurt then noticed the sun was up. “Oh, jeez. What time is it?”

“Ten.”

“Oh my word. I’ve been in here since three.”

Rachel nodded again, pointing to the painting of the handsome stranger. “I can tell.”

Once he was aware of the time, Kurt suddenly felt tired. “Oh, I need coffee. No, what I need to do is find a new coffee shop.”

“Let’s go!” Rachel smiled.

While Kurt got ready, Rachel did a bit of quick research online. She made a list of a few places that seemed to have the best review within a 30 minute walking radius. Once they were both ready, they hit the streets. They were on a mission to find even better coffee than what the Tea Lounge served. The first stopped at a place on Mercer Street called Think Coffee. They went it, and looked around. It was a nice place. The ordered one cup of coffee; that was their plan, they’d share one cup at each place and then decide which one they liked better. They rated this coffee a five out of ten. Once they left there, they stopped a couple more places, but both of them only rated 4 out of ten. Next they went over to Bleecker Street to a place called Café Angelique. It looked promising from the outside. Once inside a girl who seemed awfully wired spit out a sentence that after a moment of processing, Kurt realized she asked if they needed a table or if they were taking out. Deciding to not just walk out then and there, they ordered one cup of their best coffee drink, or at least that’s what they had read on the internet. Once out, they both sipped it. They both made faces at the same time and the next trash can they saw, that’s where the cup went.

“That was awful!” Rachel said.

Kurt just nodded and they went to the last one on the list. A place called Gimmie! on Mott Street. When they walked into the shop they both loved it right away; just the feel of it. It was a lovely place. The people were very friendly and happy. A couple of them were ever cracking jokes. Kurt and Rachel ordered their cup of coffee and once they got it, Rachel took a sip, smiling. She nodded. “Oh my goodness! Ten! This is it.” She handed the cup to Kurt.

He smiled as well when he took a sip. “Yep.” He nodded. “Definitely.”

They ordered one more so they could have their own and they left. “This is fantastic.” Kurt said as they made their way down the street.

“Thank goodness!”

They walked in silence for a few short while down Mott street, up to Elizabeth street, just enjoying the city and the nice Saturday it had turned out to be. Kurt certainly didn’t want to go home and waste the day inside.

“Central Park?” Kurt asked.

Rachel nodded in agreement. “Central Park!” She pranced over to the curb and tossed her hand up. “Taxi!” She sang.

Kurt smiled at his best friend as a cab came to a halt. “I still don’t know how you do that.” He opened the cab door to let her get in. “How many years have we lived here and I couldn’t catch a cab to save my-” He stopped. Right before he was about to get in he had looked up. That’s when he saw him. A man walked out of the building across the street and leaning against a small sliver of brick wall, lighting up a cigarette. Not just any man standing over across the street, it was him. It was his handsome stranger. “Oh my god…Oh my god. It’s him.” His jaw dropped and it felt like that brick building had body slammed him. The coffee he was holding fell to the ground. Kurt blinked, shaking his head to make sure he wasn’t seeing things again. When the guy was still there, his heart was nowhere to be found, neither was his breath. He was just standing there, frozen.

“Kurt?” Rachel asked.

“Oh my god.” Kurt repeated, his heart beat had come back. It was going too rapidly that he was positive it was going to force its way out of his chest. “Ra-Rachel.”

“What is it?” She scooted over, looking up at him.

“In or out!” The cab driver called.

“Rachel.” Kurt whispered again. “It’s him.”

“Huh?”

“Handsome.” He couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“Oh my god! No way!” She quickly jumped out of the cab. “Are you serious?” She slammed the door of the cab and it took off. “Where?” She looked around urgently.

He looked at her, his eyes wide, in shock. “Across the street, up against the brick wall.”

Her eyes went over to the stranger and she gasped. “Oh my god, Kurt. Oh my god, oh my god!”

“Oh my god.”

“Oh my god.”

Then they realized they were both staring intensely and thankfully he hadn’t noticed. They both turned around quickly.

“Oh my god.”

“Oh my god.”

Kurt’s mind was racing. “He exists. Oh my god. Holy fuck he exists.” He could not believe it. His stranger was real. “Oh my god.” He repeated. He was in total shock. “I don’t think I can feel my legs. I think I’m going to pass out.”  

Rachel slowly looked over her shoulder, the guy was still standing there, smoking, and he hadn’t seemed to notice them. This, in reality, wasn’t unusual because while they were thinking they were acting like idiots, much more weird things happen on the streets of New York all the time.

“Oh my god, Rachel. What should I do?”

“Go talk to him!” She gave him a small shove.

“No! I can’t! What would I even say?” He shook his head.

“Ask him for a cigarette.”

“I don’t smoke.”

“Who cares?”

“Rachel.”

They were speaking in hushed tones. They moved away from the curb, over to the building front beside them, trying to look casual as Kurt freaked out.

“Okay, okay!” She said, she thought for a moment. “Hmm. Go up to the cross walk,” She pointed. “Go across the street and down, then fake trip in front of him!”

“No! I’m not embarrassing myself.”

Rachel huffed. “You know, I don’t have to help you!”

“Hurry! What can I do? He’s not going to stand there forever.”

“I know! Go over, act like you’re lost and ask for directions!”

Kurt shook his head. “Then what happens when he finds out I live here?”

“Dammit, Kurt!”

Kurt sighed. “Well, I can’t just walk straight over there!” He shook his head. “What if he’s not like he is in my dreams?”

“What if he is?” Rachel said softly.

“Okay.” He took a deep breath. “I’ll just go over there and I’ll figure out something to say.”

“Just don’t say “I love you.” Or “I’ve been dreaming about you.”” She paused. “Well, that last one may be alright, but it could be taken completely romantically or completely creepily.”

“Okay, here I go.” They exchanged an anxious smile.

“Taxi!” The familiar voice that he had only ever heard in his dreams made Kurt’s heart skip and his stomach jump. He turned quickly to see his handsome stranger getting into a taxi.

“No!” Rachel said.

“No, no, no, no!” Kurt whined.

The taxi drove away, taking his handsome stranger to god knows where.

“Oh no.” Rachel whispered.

“Oh my god. That would happen to me, wouldn’t it?” He watched the taxi until it was out of sit. “God-god dammit!” He leaned back against the brick building with force.

“Oh honey.” Rachel looked sympathetic towards Kurt. She took his hand, squeezing it a bit. “Hey, there’s a bright side. We know he exists, he’s obviously really real.”

Kurt nodded. “Yeah, you’re right.” He sighed heavily; he looked across the street to where his handsome stranger had been standing, to the building he came out of. It seemed to be a bar. “Tom and Jerry’s.”  He whispered.

“Hmm?” Rachel said, looking to him. She had been looking the way the taxi went.

“Tom and Jerry’s. The bar across the street, I wonder if he works there.”

Rachel looked across the street. “Let’s go!”

“And say what?”

“Ask if he works there!”

“But I don’t know his name.”

Rachel groaned in frustration. “Fine. Fine, fine, FINE. Let’s just go to Central Park.” She tossed her hand up into the air and a taxi stopped immediately.

“I swear, they’d stop and kick someone out for you.” Kurt shook his head. He sighed, looking once more at the bar across the street. He could not believe he just saw the man of his dreams. Literally.