The guy was freaking gorgeous. There was no other word to describe him. He walked around the club like he owned it, laughing and talking to everyone he passed. Blaine swallowed hard and started to nurse his drink, hoping to hide the fact that his jaw had literally dropped.

The guy was wearing artfully distressed skinny jeans that were ripped in all the right places... or all the wrong places. Blaine crossed his legs uncomfortably, mortified at how turned on he was by some of those rips, and the pale skin showing underneath. He had on an extremely fitted v-neck tee, with a short sleeved blue button up hanging open over top. Blaine couldn't see any reason for the button up. It was skin tight too, or would have been, had it been buttoned. It was just sort of hanging in place... decoratively. The blue in the shirt did make his eyes pop though. Every time he laughed and smiled, his blue eyes sparkled and shone.

Wait a minute. Did I just think the phrase 'make his eyes pop'?! What is up with me tonight?!

Blaine forced himself to turn away and face the dance floor instead. He had been shamelessly staring at the guy for the last ten minutes and he knew he needed to get his act together. He was in a gay bar for goodness sake. Staring at a guy like that was as good as saying you were interested... and he wasn't interested. He definitely wasn't interested. Nope.

Blaine smiled then as he watched his buddies on the dance floor. He was out with a group of guys from work, and when they had asked him if he wanted to tag along, he had thought 'what the hell?' He had plenty of gay friends, so the thought of going to a gay bar wasn't at all distasteful to him. He had just never done it before.

He really tried to keep his focus on the dance floor and his friends, but a light and musical laugh sounded, close to his right. His heart started to beat just a bit faster. It was like some strange magnetic force was pulling him in. He silently fought his burning desire to turn and gaze toward the gorgeous stranger once again. He finally gave in when he realized that he was nearly biting through his lip to keep himself from looking. He downed the rest of his drink in one go and tried to nonchalantly catch a glimpse of 'blue-eyes'.

Oh my god! I have a nickname for him!

He immediately found the stranger, who had moved considerably closer since the last time he had looked, and sighed contentedly as he drank in the sight. 'Blue-eyes' was leaning with his back up against the bar, looking around the room appraisingly.

Then it happened, almost in slow motion. Those bright blue eyes turned in his direction and caught his gaze. A slow smile spread across the angelic face, and a slender hand lifted to wave a little hello. Blaine smiled brightly and waved back enthusiastically, realizing too late that his combination of enthusiasm and lovesick staring was probably giving off the wrong impression.

What am I doing? What is wrong with me?! Oh my god! He's coming over here! What do I do?!

His heart was practically pounding in his ears as the guy slid onto an empty barstool next to him. He was just opening his mouth to speak when Blaine's panic caught up with him.

"I'm straight." He blurted out loudly, without preamble.

The blue-eyed stranger gave him a wide-eyed stare, before smirking and snorting a little laugh.

"Well, hello there 'straight'. I'm 'gay'. It's nice to meet you."

Blaine blushed a deep red.

"I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. That was so rude. You probably think..."

The other guy threw his head back with that musical sounding laugh.

"It's really okay. I'm not offended. You're a straight guy hanging out in a gay bar... for whatever reason. You just wanted me to know where you stood. I completely respect that. I won't say I'm not disappointed. You're absolutely adorable and you seem really sweet, but I am happy to get to know you in a totally platonic way."

Blaine smiled thankfully. He was so afraid that he had come across as some homophobic asshole who was petrified of being pegged as gay. He was anything but. He had just honestly not wanted to lead this guy on, and he knew that with his starry-eyed staring he had already given the wrong impression.

"I'm Blaine." He held out his hand with a friendly smile. 'Blue-eyes' smiled brightly in return and shook the hand offered to him with a firm grip.

"Kurt. And again, it's nice to meet you."

"So, 'straight', a.k.a. Blaine," Kurt said with a wink as he motioned for fresh drink for the both of them. "What brings you to this fine establishment tonight? Now that we know you're not out on the prowl."

Blaine laughed and accepted the drink with a thank you.

"Just here with some friends from work."

"Where do you work?" Kurt asked with genuine curiosity.

"A recording studio. I actually just got promoted this week. I, um, I kind of run our whole division now." Blaine was feeling incredible comfortable with this guy, even after just a few moments. Kurt lifted his eyebrows in surprise and held his glass up to clink Blaine's.

"Congrats! I'm extra glad I bought you this drink now!" He said with a wide smile. Blaine blushed, feeling inexplicably happy to receive any praise from this guy's mouth.

"How about you?" Blaine asked after taking a large sip of his drink.

"Um, I do freelance work mostly. Actor type stuff." Kurt replied with a light tinge to his cheeks, looking steadily away.

"Oh, is it porn?" Blaine had just swallowed the rest of his drink in one gulp before he blurted out the thoughtless question. He didn't even realize how it would come across until Kurt turned back to look at him with offended eyes. His breath caught in his throat when he realized how rude he'd just been.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I mean, I'm not sorry if you do porn, cuz there's nothing wrong with it. There's nothing wrong with you. You do what you have to do, you know? I meant I'm sorry for being so rude. I don't know what I was thinking. I..."

He stopped when soft fingers were suddenly held up against his mouth and the bright blue eyes were looking at him, filled with laughter.

"Geez, you have absolutely no filter, do you?"

"Not when I'm drunk anyway," Blaine mumbled with a red face. Kurt pulled his hand away with a light laugh, the offended look disappearing from his eyes.

"You're lucky you're cute. That tendency could get you into trouble otherwise."

Blaine just blushed further and dipped his head, wanting to sink through the floor.

"I'm a model."

Blaine looked up suddenly at the soft words.

"Wow! I guess I can't say that I'm surprised. I mean you're absolutely gorgeous. Why are you embarrassed about that though? Are you, like, a naked model or something?"

Kurt turned slowly and stared at him incredulously once again. Blaine felt all of the color drain from his face.

Oh my god. Kill me now. Someone please just put me out of my misery and stop me from humiliating myself!

He sank his head down and banged it lightly on the bar.

"Oh honey," Kurt bit his lips to keep from bursting into laughter. He glanced warily at the bartender as Blaine's empty shot glass was refilled. "I'm wondering if I should cut you off before you say something you're really going to regret."

"I'm sorry! I don't know what's wrong with me!" Blaine shot out in exasperation.

"You know what? Let's just decide to find this amusing. I can tell you don't mean any harm. I'll laugh it off if you will too." Kurt said with a smile.

"You're amazing," Blaine gushed as he downed his next shot with barely a grimace. He was getting to the point where the alcohol didn't burn so much and the whole room was starting to feel floaty. He plopped his chin down into his palm and gazed at Kurt dreamily. The model reached out a hand to pat him good-naturedly on the shoulder before taking a small sip of his own drink.

"In answer to your question, no. I'm not a 'naked model'. I'm just a regular 'fully-clothed' model. I always feel weird telling people though. They usually act differently around me after they find out. They're either nervous or they just want to get into my pants. Well, gay guys want to get into my pants." Kurt laughed and sent another little wink at the other man.

"I can understand why most any guy would want to get into your pants."

Holy fuck! I just said that out loud!

"Oookaaay," Kurt laughed and held a hand over Blaine's empty glass when the bartender came over to refill their glasses once more. "I'm officially cutting you off now."

Blaine swallowed hard and his breathing quickened as he leaned in close to the other man.

"I really am straight," he whispered.

"I believe you." Kurt whispered back conspiratorially.

"I swear, I'm totally attracted to boobs. I've always dated girls. I've never even looked at a guy before."

"Good for you." Kurt snorted a little laugh.

"Why do I want to kiss you then?"

Kurt stopped laughing.

"I don't know. I can guarantee you that I'm not hiding an incredible rack underneath this shirt though, so you probably want to rethink that sudden impulse."

Blaine nodded, as if he agreed, but continued to lean forward until their lips were only a couple of inches apart. He could make out each individual freckle on Kurt's adorable nose.

"I really am straight," he whispered desperately, one last time.

"So you keep saying," Kurt breathed against his face. "You're also groping my thighs and are about two seconds from going in for a kiss. You can see why I'd have reason to question that statement."

Blaine glanced down.

Well look at that. I am indeed groping his thighs.

"Do you want me to rethink that impulse because you'd rather I not kiss you?"

"I just want you to think twice because I don't want you to regret it."

"I don't think I'll regret it. That's what's scary."

"Why does it have to be scary?" Kurt asked. The question was asked gently and with genuine curiosity, with absolutely no pressure. Blaine was blown away by this man's thoughtfulness and sensitivity.

"I just... I've always identified myself as straight. What does it mean if I want to be with another guy. What am I? Am I gay now? Am I bi? Does bi actually exist?" Blaine looked at the other man earnestly. He was seriously killing his own buzz by all of this deep thinking. One look at those lush pink lips made him wish he had just gone for the kiss instead of the intense conversation. Kurt shrugged and shook his head.

"Um, yes. Bi exists. I really can't answer those other questions though. You're the only one who can answer those. Why is it so important to have a label?"

Blaine's eyes widened. He had never considered the possibility that a label really didn't matter. Society had always made it seem so important. Kurt smiled sympathetically then.

"Look. Finding your identity is important. I'm not belittling the need to know who you truly are. I'm just saying that one intimate experience with a person of the same sex doesn't necessarily mean that you need to change the way think about your orientation. I'd say that it just means you're... heteroflexible."

"Is that a word?" Blaine laughed.

"Absolutely!" Kurt grinned. "It basically means that you're straight, but shit happens."

"Interesting. That's good to know."

They had pulled away from each other again by this point. Blaine had sobered significantly from the heavy conversation and they were looking at each other a little awkwardly.

"Okay, straighty." Kurt smiled. "I'm out of here. It was... interesting meeting you." He stood from his stool and held out a hand.

Blaine's breath caught in his throat.

No! This isn't happening! I freaked him out by over-thinking this and now he's bailing!

He took a deep breath and stood quickly, grabbing Kurt's hand and pulling him close. Before he could think twice, he reached up a hand and cupped the soft cheek, leaning in for a kiss. The moment their lips connected he felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him.

Damn his lips are soft!

He quickly deepened the kiss, parting his lips and sweeping his tongue into the other man's mouth with a contented sigh. Apparently Kurt was enjoying it just as much, as he gave a breathy little moan at the intrusion, but responded enthusiastically. He reached up a hand of his own to thread through Blaine's curls and leaned into the kiss. They pulled away after a few seconds, breathing heavily and looking at each other with wide eyes.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" Blaine whispered in a rough voice. Ten percent of him was petrified that Kurt would say yes. Ninety percent of him was petrified that Kurt would say no.

"I live right down the street. We can go to my place," Kurt breathed, kneading the curls between his fingers.

The ninety percent bitch slapped the ten percent into compliance.

"Let's go."

He grabbed Kurt's hand and yanked him toward the door, pointedly ignoring his friend's catcalls as he exited the bar. He glanced back at Kurt when they got outside. The model's cheeks were flushed and he bit his lip shyly as he gazed back, blue eyes shining.

Nope. Blaine thought with a grin. I'm not going to regret this one little bit.

One last coherent thought crossed his mind as they tumbled onto Kurt's bed, not ten minutes later. He panted and moaned as their erections rubbed together. Kurt latched onto the crook of his neck, kissing and sucking as they found each other's hands and laced their fingers together.

I wonder if heteroflexible is just transitionary? I guess we'll see...