That night Kurt’s dream was short, but he didn’t feel any less intense in it.

“This doesn’t bother you, does it?” The stranger asked, holding up a cigarette.

Kurt shook his head. “Not at all.” He slipped his arm around the stranger’s. They were sitting against a bright blue door outside of a bar, a bar that Kurt was sure the stranger worked at. “I think it’s sexy.” He leaned in, his voice low.

The handsome stranger smiled lighting the cigarette and taking a puff.

And surprisingly, it was true. Seeing this man smoke a cigarette was one of the hottest things. Usually smoking was the biggest turn off to Kurt. He had turned down so many guys because they smoked. But something about handsome with a cigarette in his mouth, and his slightly unkempt hair, the stubble on his face, it was all so sexy.

“That’s a turn on.” Handsome winked, flicking the ash off of his cigarette.

“You’re a turn on.” Kurt said with a smirk. Something about handsome also made Kurt so straight foreward. He would never talk that way towards anyone else.

“I love you.” Handsome blew the smoke away from Kurt before kissing him on the cheek.

Kurt leaned into the sweet kiss, smiling.

Kurt woke up and it was five-thirty in the morning. Kurt sighed, putting his glasses on. Thanks to this stranger, he’s been waking up so early lately. Too early. He went into the extra bedroom and sat on the stool in front of his painting of the stranger, he just stared at it, recalling his dream, and the dream before that, and the one before that. His stomach fluttered. He felt so ridiculous. Falling in love with a dream person. But, he wasn’t just a dream, he was real. He saw him with his own eyes; and he almost died. Okay, maybe that’s a little dramatic, but he did almost faint. He never thought he’d actually see him. Out of the millions of people in the United States, in the world, what are the odds of him actually seeing Handsome across the street from him in Manhattan. He fought with himself about what to do. He was worried that if he actually met Handsome, he wouldn’t be anything like he was in his dreams. But then again, what if he was? Kurt, sighed, fighting with himself for a few more minutes. Then he looked into the hazel eyes of his painting. “Tom and Jerry’s.” He whispered and suddenly he knew what he had to do.

….

Instead of going home after class like normal, Kurt made the detour he had been anxious about all day. He stood there across the street from the bar where his handsome stranger had been spotted. He had been standing there for five minutes “looking at a New York Times”, he hadn’t seen Handsome yet. Kurt guessed that he was probably already there. “Just, go.” He told himself. He folded up the newspaper, tossing it into the nearest trashcan. He made his way across the street, going into the bar. His heart raced, his hands trembling. He was nervous, real nervous. It was a nice little dive bar. Some old 90’s song was playing on the jukebox, a few couples were seated at the tables around the place, two people sitting at the bar, and behind that bar was exactly who he expected to see. His palms were sweaty and his heart resembled hummingbird wings as it fluttered around. It was his handsome stranger, looking handsome as ever, serving a beer to one of the people at the bar. He was wearing a black button down shirt with the sleeves folded up about an inch from his wrist, he was smiling. His smile literally lit up the room. Kurt went over to the bar, sitting down.

“Well, hello.” Handsome smiled, coming up to Kurt. “What can I get you?”

Kurt’s stomach flipped the moment Handsome’s mouth opened. He didn’t realize he had been holding his breath. “Surprise me.” Kurt was impressed with himself and his quick flirtation.

Handsome smiled, nodding. “Okay then.” He looked thoughtful for a moment. “Do you like spicy things?”

Kurt shook his head. “No,”            

Handsome nodded again. “Then no Spicy Margarita. Hm, What’s your favorite color?” He smiled a small smile.

“Blue.” Kurt smiled. He was trembling still, he noticed.

Handsome nodded once more, turning around and grabbing a glass and a bottle of whipped cream flavored vodka. He set the glass in front of Kurt. Kurt watched the stranger carefully as he mixed the vodka with a Sprite and something blue, turning the clear liquid a bright blue.

“Wow, that’s pretty.” Kurt commented.

“One Blue Breeze.” Handsome smiled.

“Why thank you, Handsome.” The second the words left his mouth he wanted to swallow them back. Oh shit. He was thinking “Handsome this, handsome that” so much it just slipped out. His eyes were wide, he didn’t want to creep Handsome out.

But much to Kurt’s surprise and happiness, Handsome smiled. “Anytime, cutie.” He shot Kurt a wink and Kurt almost fell to the ground. He could not believe he was actually sitting here flirting with his dream guy and he was flirting back. This day would go down in history as the best day of his life.

He watched as handsome put away the things he had used to mix his drink, and as he wiped down the counter. He wanted to know about him so bad. At least his name. He had to make small talk. But he had to be cute and witty, not creeping and nosy. He took a sip of the blue drink in front of him. “Oh wow, this is fantastic.”

Handsome smiled. “It’s my favorite.”

“Well, now you know my favorite color, and I know your favorite drink. What else should I know about you?” Oh, very good. Kurt shocked himself again.

Handsome chuckled. “Well, I’m tweny-four.”

Kurt nodded. “I’m twenty-one.”

“Oh, well, I guess I should’ve asked you that, right?” Handsome chuckled. “I guess I was just distracted.”

Kurt’s stomach flipped again. “Oh?”

Handsome nodded. “Yeah,” He leaned back against the shelves of drinks, across from Kurt. “Do I know you?”

Kurt stopped breathing again. What? Oh my god. What was he supposed to say? ‘Well, I’ve had sexual and intimate dreams about you. I think I’m in love with you.’? No. “I don’t think so.” He shook his head.

“Hm.” Handsome studied him for a moment.

While he was nervous, Kurt felt so comfortable around him, just like in the dreams. It was the weirdest feeling.

“So, handsome.” Kurt smirked. “Where are you from?” He tipped the glass to his mouth.

“Westerville, Ohio.”

Kurt almost choked on his drink. “Oh, oh wow.” He said.

Handsome raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“I’m from Lima. Lima, Ohio.”

“Oh my god,” Handsome chuckled. “No way! My boyfriend’s brother in-law is from Lima.”

You know how when you’re blowing up a balloon and it gets so full of air that it just pops? Kurt could have sworn someone had just popped his heart. He could’ve sworn he ever heard the pop.

Boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

Boy. Friend.

Of course.

This day would go down in history as the worst day of his life.

Kurt suddenly felt so far away from his stranger, when he was starting to feel so close to knowing him. Like there was this glass wall between him and his future. It made him feel itchy and uncomfortable. He didn’t want to be the horrible person who wanted a taken man, but he had to have the Handsome stranger. He just knew he was staring at his future. There was no way they weren’t meant to be together. Why have dreams about a stranger, and then actually see him on the busy streets of New York, and then meet him, if it was going to go nowhere? Now that he’s met him, he knew he couldn’t let him go.

“Oh,” Kurt said. “Boyfriend, huh?”

Handsome nodded. “Yeah, eh, it’s not exactly serious. He’s kind of flighty. But we’ve known each other for years so…” He trailed off.

That was a good bit of information to know. “And what would he say about you flirting with a stranger while you’re at work?”

Handsome chuckled, leaning on the bar directly in front of Kurt. “I believe it was you started it, handsome.” His voice was low.

Kurt bit his lip. “And who’s finishing it?”

Handsome just laughed, backing away from Kurt. “You’re sassy.”

Kurt nodded, shrugging a bit.

“I like it.”

Kurt just blushed, sipping his drink. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket he pulled it out, seeing it was Rachel, he answered it. “Hey,”

“Good! You’re not dead. Where are you?”

“What-oh! Crap! Shit, I’ll be right there. I’m sorry.” He had completely forgotten about having plans for dinner with Rachel.

“You better hurry, Hummel.” She didn’t sound so happy.

“Yes dear, I’m coming, calm down and get a table.”

Rachel just huffed before hanging up; Kurt slipped his phone back into his pocket, shaking his head. “Jeez.”

Handsome chuckled. “Yes dear? Boyfriend?”

“Wife.” Kurt said flatly.

Handsome looked confused for a moment. “Oh?”

Kurt shook his head. “No, not really. Having her for a best friend and a roommate is- it’s like being married.”

Handsome smiled. “Oh? So, how long you been married?”

“Fifty years.”

The handsome stranger laughed again, he was wiping the counter where the one other person at the bar had just been sitting. “Congratulations.”

Kurt sighed, looking his handsome stranger up and down once more. “Well, while this has been fun, I must go. The wife is waiting on me.” He pulled out his wallet. “How much do I owe you?”

Handsome looked to Kurt, smiling. “Your name.”

Kurt just smirked. “What’s your boyfriend’s name?”

Handsome hung his head. “I’m not flirting.” He smiled.

“Mmhmm, okay.” Kurt laughed, placing a ten on the bar. “Will this cover it?”

Handsome shook his head, walking back down to where Kurt was. “It’s on me.”

Kurt took the ten, putting it back in his wallet. “Well, if you insist.” He stood, “Thanks, handsome.”

“Absolutely.” Handsome smiled. “Anytime. Please come again.” He winked.

Kurt smiled, biting his lip before leaving the bar. He was on cloud fifteen. He couldn’t believe that any of that had just happened. He met his handsome stranger, they hit it off better than he could’ve dreamed of, and he was so smooth and quick with his witty-ness and his flirting. Minus the whole boyfriend thing, that couldn’t have gone any better. Kurt finally caught a cab after his sixth try; once he was in he thought to himself how great that went. Except; he didn’t get handsome’s name. He suddenly felt like an idiot.