The stranger stood still, just as frozen as Blaine was, until someone clopped a beer mug down a little to hard on the solid wood table and broke the spell, and the low rumble of the bar slowly returned to Blaine's ears as he continued to watch the man, who let the door slide out from his long slender fingers and it swung closed silently. He was wearing a stark white nearly floor length coat with a delicate fur trim, and had the most perfectly styled hair Blaine had ever seen, not to mention his eyes where the most amazing shade of... Blue?

He made his way to the bar and took the last stool on the far right end, where the walk around for the bar was located and Blaine was instantly at his side.

"Hi, I'm sorry to bother you" the mystery man spoke, and his voice was so high and soft, and Blaine thought it was very possibly the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard "I don't want anything alcoholic, but I need to come down from my flight and you're the only one open right now" he explained and Blaine shook his head "Uh, no, no, it's fine... We have uh, coke, sprite, diet coke, milk and orange juice" Blaine's smile was far to bright for someone who was only listing off drinks "Mmm, diet coke please" the stranger requested and Blaine bobbed his head in understanding before stepping to the middle of the bar and gabbing a small glass tumbler.

He watched the stranger out of the corner of his eye as he slid off his stool and started to unsnap his coat, just as Blaine stuck the soda hose in the glass and started to pull the trigger the stranger let his coat part across his chest and slip down his arms, before he caught it daintily with his finger tips, reveling a perfectly fitted shirt that showed off his broad shoulders and tapered down to his slim waist, where the tightest pair of skinny jeans in existence took over.

The sound of the glass shattering against the hard floor filled the bar as it slipped from Blaine's grip, effectively snapping him back to reality, and it was only then he realized he'd been staring ,"shit" he muttered as he instinctively made a small hop backwards and a light chuckle came from the scraggly man sitting across from him at the bar "You ok there son?" he asked and when Blaine's head popped up he saw his eyes sparkling, he had clearly been paying attention to the whole thing "Oh, shut up Scooter" Blaine groaned, earning another chuckle from the man as he glanced back down to the end of the bar, where the stranger was trying,and failing, to look like he was paying attention to anything except Blaine.

Blaine returned from the back with a broom and upright dust pan and swept up the glass, not bothering to dump it before leaning them back against the wall. He made the stranger's drink quickly and got back to his side, placing the drink on a cardboard coaster and sliding it toward him "One diet coke, as promised" he said with a grin "Oh, god, thank you" the stranger hummed and popped in his straw before taking a long drink from it "Mmm, it's excellent sir" the stranger complimented the drink with the most adorable giggle, and did he really just giggle, "My names Kurt, by the way" he supplied with a small smile, suddenly going very still and once again holding Blaine's eye contact "Blaine" came the response, accompanied with a grin of its own.

And there it was, pure, unadulterated, attraction. There was no question of sexuality, no games, it was all right there, in their eyes, they both laid it out on the table, they liked each other. So what were they gonna do about it...

They tried to hold their silent eye contact for as long as they could, but Blaine faltered first, he let out a nervous laugh as a goofy smile crossed his face and he let his head hang down a little and focused his eyes on where his hands where leaning against the counter. Kurt, who was also smiling far to brightly, took another long sip from his drink, and his heart sped up slightly as Blaine looked up at him through his eyelashes for just a moment before straightening up.

"So, huh" he let out a shallow cough and crossed his arms across his chest. "You, um, want anything else? Food, or something?" Blaine asked and Kurt squinted at him a little "Do you have any food?" Kurt asked cocking his head to the side, this was a bar after all "Well, uh, no actually..." Blaine admitted, a slow blush creeping across his cheeks when he realized what he'd done "Then no, I wont have any" Kurt replied smartly with a smirk on his face and Blaine laughed shaking his head.

"You know, I usually have much more finesse than this" he let his voice be a little flirty as he leaned back against counter "Mmm, I'm sure" Kurt hummed, his eyes dancing as he took another drink "Oh wait!" Blaine abruptly stood upright again "I have peanuts!" he said triumphantly "That's food!" he grinned and Kurt giggled at his enthusiasm but shook his head "I just had a four hour flight, I think I've had more than enough of peanuts" he held up his hand and watched as Blaine recrossed his arms and leaned against the counter resting his weight solely on his hips, and god, why was that so sexy?

Blaine tilted his head back and forth, looking over Kurt carefully "Chicago?" he finally said and Kurt shook his head "Las Vagas?" the next guess, still no "California?" he ventured raising his eyebrows and Kurt raised his eyebrows right back "Do I look tan to you?" he asked incredulously, and Blaine saw he had a point, his skin was the smoother and paler than anyones else he'd ever met, he went quiet for a moment, wondering what it felt like, was it that shade everywhere, could skin taste pale?

Blaine was lucky the bar was dark causing his eyes to already be fully dilated or they would have betrayed his thoughts. Finally regaining his ability to think he silently pushed up off the counter, and walked around the end of it, stoping when he was catty-cornered with Kurt and leaned his forearms down on the edge of the bar before linking his fingers together. Kurt swiveled his stool so he could look straight at him and Blaine just looked into his eyes "Boston." Blaine said with a quiet sureness, his voice dripping dapper quality "No" Kurt shook his head with a tiny amused smile "That woulda been great though huh?" Blaine asked his eyes sparkling and Kurt agreed with a shallow thoughtful nod.

"I'm from-" Kurt started but Blaine held up his hand and cut him off "Nope, I'm in to deep now... I can get this, trust me" he protested with a wink and Kurt pressed his lips together to suppress his giggle, while Blaine thought about it some he went back to drinking his drink. "Washington?" Kurt let the straw fall from his lips "DC or state?" he asked "DC?" Kurt shook his head, pulling the plastic into his mouth again "State?" he shook his head grinning around the straw and Blaine chuckled "Las Angeles?" no "Detroit?" no "Canada?" Kurt nearly choked on his drink "Nnnoo" he laughed and Blaine chewed on his bottom lip, and Kurt had never been so jealous of someone else teeth before "Texas?" Blaine asked tentatively and Kurt put his hand up "Ok, this is just getting sad" he said with a smile and Blaine grinned back.

"Alright" Blaine conceded "Kurt, where are you f-" Blaine's sentence was sharply cut off by a young male voice talking far to loudly for the ambient bar "Whose leg do I gotta hump to get a dry martini around here?" he exclaimed as he approached the bar, and his friends all laughed at his Family Guy reference and Blaine groaned. Kurt was looking over toward the group of college aged kids, but his skin prickled when he felt Blaine lean in close to him, probably closer than strictly necessary for the sharing of secrets "They all think they're so original" he whispered, and Kurt froze as his warm breath cascaded over his cheek "I probably hear that ten times a week" he pulled back and Kurt chuckled into his hand.

"That would be me!" Blaine answered the question as he made his way around the bar "So we can do this here... Or..." he pointed his thumb over his shoulder toward the door leading to the back room and the boy who spoke just stared at him, clearly taken aback "Does that ever work?" Scooter asked from his spot at the bar and Blaine laughed "Well, it hasn't yet... But you never know! I might get lucky one day!" Blaine said with a shrug and Scooter belted out a laugh "Oh shit, I gotta get home" he said standing up "See you 'tmarra Blaine" and Blaine tipped his head at him in response.

When he finally turned his attention to the group, that consisted of two girls and three guys, the leader had his arms crossed with an impatient look on his face and Blaine clapped his hands together "Alright, let's see some IDs!" he said and began rubbing his hands together "We are in college" the leader said with an undertone of superiority, as if simply being in college should get you off the hook for showing your ID "Really?" Blaine faked astonishment "Because I never would have guessed!"

The leader narrowed his eyes at him "IDs please" Blaine repeated patiently "Well I don't know who you think you are" the boy remarked but reached for his wallet anyway, causing the others to follow suit "I'm the guy, who pours the drinks" Blaine said cockily, receiving a sneer from across the bar and a suppressed giggle from the other end.

When all of the IDs had finally been produced Blaine looked them over and handed them back. Everyone ordered a mixed drink, except for the one girl who wanted a beer and Blaine chuckled. He proceeded to make all the drinks with a great amount of flare because he could feel Kurts eyes on him, and he wasn't about to pass up an oppertunity to impress. He passed out the drinks, naming off what they where as he handed them over "Amretto sour, appletini, strawberry daiquiri, pint of Guinness" he took a second to wink at the girl as received her drink.

"Aaand a Shirley temple" he slid the last drink across the bar and the guy looked up at him rolling his eyes "I said I wanted a tropical margarita!" he said looking at Blaine pointedly "And your ID said you're only 20... As in not yet 21..." Blaine replied with a smile and the boy pouted like a five year old little girl "Does it really matter?" he whined "Um, considering the fact I could lose my job, my liquor license, and go to jail... Ya, it matters"

The man scoffed and picked up his drink, and the group proceeded to find a large both and continue to be far to loud. Blaine just shook his head at them. He scooped some cherries into a small bowl on his was back down the bar and resumed his post at the end of it near Kurt and slid the bowl out between them.

"Mm, a man with power" Kurt hummed with a flirty smile "Well, someone's gotta keep this town in line" Blaine joked as he ate one of the cherries. Kurt reached out with his long fingers and plucked one up by the stem "Wasn't it Henry Kissinger who said 'power is the greatest aphrodisiac'?" Kurt asked looking at Blaine through his eyelashes as the caught the cherry between his teeth and popped the stem out.

And now Blaine was full on staring at his lips, they were full and pink with just the slightest bit of cherry red running down the center line, and so, so kissable. And oh, how Blaine would kiss those lips, in every way they deserved to be kissed, and when to corners of them tipped up in a small smile Blaine realized he'd been caught. He flicked his eyes up to meet Kurt's, unwavering and unashamed "Ya, that's a good one" his voice was low and a bit husky, and Kurt wondered how much deeper it could get.

"Ok, mr bar tender..."Kurt said in a voice that was nearly sultry as he leaned closer to Blaine across the corner of bar and rested his chin in his hand "Impress me." he challenged.

Blaine locked eyes with him and grabbed a cherry, and popped it into his mouth stem and all "Ooo, that ones a little old Blaine" Kurt chastised softly but Blaines confidence didn't waver, his jaw move back and forth slightly for a moment and the stem poked back out from between his lips, he reached up and grabbed it without breaking their eye contact. He pulled it back out of his mouth slowly and the stem was tied in a tight knot... with the cherry, still perfectly attached. "fuck" Kurt breathed and his hand fell down against the bar "ya" Blaine agreed with a cocky smile and popped one of his eyebrows.

Blaine held the cherry out toward Kurt and watched as the tip of his pointed tongue snuck out to draw the cherry into his mouth before separating it from the stem. They stared intently into each others eyes and Blaine's lips parted slightly as he watched Kurt suck the cherry off its stem, and both their hearts pounding in their chests, and Blaine's mouth went dry.

An obnoxious whoop followed by a loud clatter broke the trance they where under and Blaine glanced up sharply in the direction of the disturbance "Damn college brats" he mumbled and looked back at Kurt "If you'll excuse me for a moment" he said laying on his dapper charm and Kurt swooned, he couldn't help it!

Over the next few hours Blaine stayed right at Kurt's side, as they engaged in more meaningless, flirty, conversation. Blaine would leave only when he had to go help a customer or make a drink and return as quickly as he could. The number of patrons slowly dwindled and Blaine leaving to bartend slowly gave way to him leaving to clear down tables and fix up things behind the bar.

Kurt was watching him wipe over the counter behind the bar for the second time when he slipped his phone out of his pocket to check the clock for the first time since walking through the door, his phone illuminated and his head snapped up "Ohmygod, it's five o'clock in the morning! What time do you close?" he asked clearly surprised and Blaine chuckled looking up in his direction "Actually, we closed about three hours ago" he said with a grin and Kurt's mouth fell open, his head whipping around to scan the bar and he found they were completely alone, how had he not noticed that?

"Now, usually, it doesn't take me this long to do my closing tasks" he laughed "But, the company was good" he said with a grin and Kurt blushed. Blaine pressed his lips together as he thought, "Give me a minute" he said and disappeared into the back, he was gone for a short while and returned holding two ceramic mugs, "Coffee?" he asked and Kurt's smile was huge "Ohmygod, you've been holding out on me!" he watched Blaine walk past him and set the mugs down on a small table in the middle of the deserted bar, Kurt gladly slid off his stool and joined him, sitting down opposite him and grabbing one of the mugs.

"Sugar?" Blaine asked gesturing to the packets in the middle of the table as he took a sip of his own "Hm, no. Just like this is fine" Kurt answered and wrapped his fingers around the cup letting them slid together across the back, he lifted it and took a long drink and, moaned. As the hot coffee washed down his throat and warmed him from the inside out, he actually moaned and Blaine's mind stopped. Suddenly all he could think about was Kurt, naked underneath him, back arching up toward him as sweat rolled off his porcelain skin, and Blaine's mouth devouring him, as the most sinful noises poured out of his hot parted lips, I would make you moan all night Blaine promised silently.

Kurt lowered his glass and Blaine pulled himself back into reality "So, what's life like living in Telluride?" Kurt asked with a smile, it was the first real conversational question that had been asked that night, no joking around, no banter, just I want to know you.

And that's how it started. Kurt and Blaine sat there, at that little table, in that little bar, and talked about all the things people getting to know each other talk about. Their coffee cups where emptied at least three times over and eventually the soft light from the sunrise started to peek through bar windows.

Blaine had noticed it first, and Kurt followed his gaze, when they looked back at each other their eyes locked, and while the words remained unspoken, both their faces screamed the same thing.

They didn't want to say goodbye...

But it was morning, and they couldn't stay there forever.