“It’s about time!” Rachel said as Kurt sat down across from her once he finally made it to the restaurant.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He waved his hands quickly, dismissively. “Guess what!”

“What, Mr. Rudepants?” She placed her elbow on the table, resting her chin on her hand.

“I met him.” He pressed his lips together; his excitement was just coursing through him.

“What?” She said, lifting her head, her eyes wide. “What?!”

Kurt just nodded, practically bouncing up and down in his chair. “I met him! Oh my god, Rachel.”

“Tell me everything!”

“Well, he’s twenty four, he’s flirty as hell, charming, his favorite drink is a Blue Breeze, and he does work at Tom and Jerry’s. He’s from WESTERVILLE.”

Rachel’s jaw dropped. “As in Ohio?”

He nodded.

“Oh my god, Kurt! This was SO meant to be!”

He sighed, his excitement wearing down a bit. “Except one thing...”

“Oh dear lord, what?”

“He has a boyfriend.”

Rachel’s shoulders sunk along with her face. “Oh no.” She frowned. “That’s not good!”

He nodded. “I know. But I think, and this is horrible because I would hate for this to cause bad karma, but I don’t think it matters.” He looked at his best friend. “I think he belongs to me.”

Rachel giggled, giving him a look. “You’re not going to be a home wrecker are you?”

“If it can be wreaked, it wasn’t much of a home to begin with, right?”

“Kurt! I was kidding!” She gasped. “Don’t you even! That-“

“I know, I know, it’s awful.” He nodded, picking up his menu. “I’m not going to do anything like that.”

“Kurt...” Rachel warned.

“I won’t!” He scoffed. “Jeez.”

“So, what’s his name?”

Kurt bit his lip, looking down shamefully.

Rachel shook her head. “You didn’t get his name? You’re an idiot.”

“I am aware. Can we order now?”

Rachel just laughed slightly.

…..

Kurt recognized the place in his dream right away; it was the bar he had met his stranger at. It was night time, and it was empty.

“Hello?” Kurt called out, he smirked to himself. He knew his man was here somewhere. He sighed dramatically. “Gee, there doesn’t seem to be anyone here. I suppose I’ll just sit at the bar and wait.” He took a seat at the bar, resting his hands together on it. Seconds later there were warm hands covering his eyes and hot breath on his neck. He felt lips lightly touch the back of his neck and it sent shivers through his spine. Neither of them said a word as his stranger ran his hands down Kurt’s shoulders, down his arms. Kurt leaned his head back gently, closing his eyes. The sensation shooting through him was almost too intense. The stranger hand his hands to Kurt’s, sliding his fingers through his. He placed a kiss on Kurt’s neck again, then again, then kissing right behind his left ear, then his right. Kurt’s breath quivered. His stranger then turned his bar stool around to face him. Kurt was delighted to see those hazel eyes looking into his. He looked to his stranger’s lips, then back to his eyes. His stranger took his arm, kissing his forearm, then his wrist, then his palm, all very slowly. He repeated with the other arm and Kurt’s pulse raced. His heartbeat was definitely erratic. His stranger had a peaceful look on his face as he smiled at Kurt.

“I-“ Kurt started.

“Shh,” Handsome leaned in, running his hands up Kurt’s arms to cup his face. He kissed Kurt’s jaw line softly. Kurt just nodded; his mind was in a haze as Handsome kissed his neck, his Adam’s apple, his chin. Finally their lips connected. Kurt grabbed his stranger’s wrists softly, returning the kiss, moving his lips slowly against Handsome’s. It was one of the most sensual kisses Kurt had ever experienced. Hell, it was the most sensual anything he had ever experienced. His stomach burned with the passion he felt for the stranger, his heartbeat had not slowed, if anything it was faster. As his handsome stranger kissed him slowly, he bit his lip gently. Kurt loved nothing more than when Handsome did that. Anytime he did that, he almost lost all control. Their tongues finally met moments later as they completely tangled themselves in the kiss. Moments later, Handsome pulled away.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“Shh,” Kurt said before catching Handsome’s lips with his again.

Kurt’s eyes opened into his dark room. He sat up, looking around. “Jesus.” He whispered, wiping the sweat off of his forehead. That had been the most intense dream yet and all they were doing was kissing. Shaking his head, Kurt got out of bed. This dream called for a cold shower.

…

“Well, look who’s here!” That velvety voice ran smooth through Kurt’s ears as he walked through the doors of Tom and Jerry’s later that day. Kurt blushed a bit, feeling the hazel eyes all over him. He was a tad unprepared for what he was going to say, how he was going to explain why he was here again. But he figured he did so well unprepared the last time. It had been a couple of days since they met last. He didn’t want to see too eager (even though, now that he knew Handsome existed, he was.) being that Handsome didn’t know who he was. A smile found it’s was to Kurt’s face, as he sat down in front of handsome at the bar. “Hey you.” Handsome’s voice was lower, which made Kurt’s stomach flutter.

“Hi.” Kurt smiled up at the stranger.

“What can I get you?” Handsome asked.

“Lemonade.” Kurt smiled.

“Anything particular you want in it?” Handsome asked, grabbing a glass and the lemonade. “You like strawberries?” He smiled, looking at Kurt as he poured the lemonade into the shaker.

Kurt nodded. “Surprise me and yes.”

Handsome mixed a bit of vodka with the lemonade and a few strawberries in it, shaking it all up. He poured the mixture into a glass. Kurt noticed his arms; His black button down shirt was folded up like before, but Kurt noticed his arms this time. His toned, tanned, arms. His arms Kurt wanted to lick things off of. Wait. Focus. Name. Flirt. Etcetera.  Kurt smiled as handsome set the glass in front of him, adding a strawberry on the glass. “Thanks, handsome.”

Handsome smiled. “That’s my name,” He chuckled. “You’re welcome.” He put the things he had used away as he said, “You know, I’m a bit disappointed.”

“Why’s that?” Kurt raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of his lemonade.

“Because, this handsome stranger comes in here, flirts with me, and then doesn’t tell me his name or anything.” He held onto the bar, leaning on it in front of Kurt. For any other two people who had just met, handsome being this close would’ve been awkward. But they were different. Kurt felt as if he knew everything about this man. And Handsome seemed to be drawn to Kurt in the same kind of way.

Kurt almost tuned out at ‘handsome stranger, because out of all of the things he could have said he said that. Kurt smiled, looking down, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. “Well,” He looked up to the handsome stranger. His mind raced with what he should say. “Someone has a boyfriend, and I don’t want to give you the wrong impression.” Oh, well, crap. That’s not exactly what he wanted to say. Now it sounds like he’s not interested. Great.

Handsome’s face fell a bit and he stood up straight. “Oh,” He smoothed his shirt out. “I’m sorry. I just thou-“

Kurt shook his head. “No, that came out wrong. I’m sorry.”

“So, were you flirting or not?” Handsome chuckled nervously.

Kurt nodded. “Oh absolutely. But I’m not one to be a home wrecker.”

Handsome just nodded, smiling a bit. “Oh, I see.” He stared at Kurt for a moment.  Kurt could feel him thinking hard.

“What?”

Handsome shook his head. “I just…I just feel like I know you.”

“Maybe you’ve dreamt of me?” Kurt said, with a teasing tone. Oh, that was good.

Handsome chuckled. “Maybe.” He shook his head. “Oh well.” He leaned back onto the bar where he had been before. “So, tell me about yourself.”

Kurt sipped his drink. “Well, I’m a student at NYU. I’ve lived here with my best friend-“

“The wife?”

Kurt nodded. “The wife, since we graduated high school. Go Mckinley! Whatever our mascot was.” Kurt shook his head, waving his hand dismissively.

“McKinley, huh?”

Kurt nodded.

Handsome made a thoughtful face, like he had heard that name before. He shook his head again. Duh, that’s where his boyfriend’s brother in law went to. “So, anything else?”

Kurt shrugged. “Not really, I guess. Oh- I like to paint.” He smiled.

“Ohh,” Handsome raised an eyebrow. “You’re an artist, huh? Is that what you’re going to school for?”

Kurt nodded. “Yeah, I’ve been pretty much dedicated to art since my mom was sick. It was the only thing that kept me sane. And when she died, whenever I’d start feeling that dark, sinking, feeling, I’d paint, draw, whatever and I would start to feel okay again.”

Handsome’s forehead winkled. “Oh, wow, I’m sorry about your mom.”

“It’s alright, it’s been fourteen years. Fifteen years next month.”

Handsome’s eyes widened as he leaned back against the shelf that held the liquor. “Wow,” He crossed his arms. “That’s some dedication to art.”

Kurt nodded again. “Yep. But like I said, it kept me sane. I don’t know what I’d be doing or where I’d be if it wasn’t for art.”

Handsome made a sympathetic face.

Kurt sighed. “Enough of the downer talk. Tell me about you, handsome.” He placed his elbows on the bar, cupping his chin with his hand.

Handsome smiled. “Well, I moved here when I was out of high school, also. Go Dalton Academy Warblers!” He chuckled.

Kurt’s eyes widened. “I’ve heard of them.” He nodded. “My school’s glee club competed against them!”

“Were you in the club?” Handsome asked. He was trying to figure out why his mind kept telling him that he knew this guy. Maybe it was that?

Kurt shook his head. “No, but my best friend, Rachel, was. She would be the one singing all of the solos.” He laughed.

Handsome nodded. “I remember her! She’s the wife?”

Kurt nodded. “She’s the wife.”

“Wow,” He whispered. “Small world.” He shook his head. “Wow.”

“So? Anything else?” Kurt smiled.

“I graduated college from NYU, and when I’m not bartending at a bar named after a cat and a mouse, I’m a teacher over in Brooklyn. At Waverly.”

Kurt raised his eyebrow. “Wow, impressive. What do you teach?”

“First grade.” He smiled.

“Oh my god, that’s the cutest thing in the entire world.” Kurt gushed. His cheeks turned a bashful shade, as his mind realized what he said. He was never one to act like that towards a stranger; telling them how handsome and cute they were, but he was doing it all over the place. But I guess it was okay because after all, it wasn’t any stranger. It was his stranger.

Handsome chuckled. “The teaching board wasn’t too thrilled about me having this job. But they all agreed not to make a deal out of it, because I’m so good with the kids.”

Kurt shook his head. “I can just imagine.” And did he like to imagine it. Handsome with kids. He almost melted just thinking about it.

After five hours, three lemonades, and countless random facts about each other Favorite colors. (Handsome-Green. Kurt-Blue, which handsome already knew.) Favorite movies. (Kurt- Practical Magic. Handsome- Anything with Doris Day.) Songs, bands, places, hobbies, etc., Kurt sighed, looking at the time. “I should get going, I left my cell phone at home and the wife is probably freaking out.” He chuckled. He smiled, looking up at the handsome stranger. His heart hadn’t calmed down the whole time he was here. Sure he was comfortable around the stranger, but just like you’re nervous around someone you’re deeply in love with, he was nervous around him too. His stomach still burned with that excited, giddy, feeling as he stood up.

“It was nice to see you again. Really nice.” Handsome smiled.

Kurt bit his lip. “How much do I owe you?” He took a napkin out of the pile on the end of the bar, writing something.

Handsome shook his head. “You kept me company for almost my whole shift. Nothing.”

Kurt shook his head. “You’re impossible.” He laid a twenty and the napkin on the bar, turning and walking away before Handsome could protest. He stopped halfway to the door, think of what an idiot he was for almost forgetting again. “Hey, handsome.” He turned.

Handsome raised his eyebrows questioningly. “Hmm?”

“You got a name?” Kurt smirked.

“Blaine.” Handsome smiled.

“Blaine.” Kurt nodded. “See you soon, Blaine.” He smiled.

“I hope so…”

“Kurt.”

“Kurt.” Handsome nodded, smiling.

Kurt took in the sight of his handsome stranger standing there once more. He still wasn’t sure if he was still in his dreams or not. It was so surreal, spending this time with his dream lover. He just hoped that things would turn out the way they should; Instead of in heartbreak. Something told him it would be fine, why else are you dreaming about him? He smiled, turning around. “Bye handsome.” He called over his shoulder.

Blaine just chuckled, wiping down the bar. “Bye, Kurt.” He whispered as the door shut. He picked up the twenty and the napkin, noticing Kurt’s name and phone number written on it. He didn’t know who this guy was, well he did now I suppose, but he wanted him. Something inside of him was pulling to him, wanting him. He needed him.