Things were good for Kurt for a while since hooking up had gotten easier for him. He became a lot more sexually confident, and sex didn't physically hurt him anymore, since he'd learned how to prepare himself well.
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It eventually became easier for him to turn off his emotions so he could just enjoy feeling good. Although Kurt bottomed most of the time, he preferred topping. He felt far less vulnerable and found it much easier to become emotionally detached. He only bottomed to please his partners.
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He didn't feel so bad about being used anymore, since he was also just using his partners to make himself feel good too.
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But now after a year of hook-ups Kurt was really starting to get bored.
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Finding a partner was so much easier when he'd just turned eighteen. Now his options were getting more limited all the time.
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Most people over eighteen had found their soulmates. He had a few regular guys his age that had a soulmate but just hadn’t met them yet, but he usually found himself sleeping with seventeen year olds. He couldn't do that forever, that would just be creepy.
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He knew he needed to enjoy sex while he could still get it, but it just didn't feel the same anymore. He didn't get that thrill he had at the beginning, every hook-up seemed the same now. It was incredibly monotonous.
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He just kind of felt numb most of the time.
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Hanging out at Scandals was nowhere near as exciting as it used to be. It was strange to think how this environment had seemed so overwhelming and scary at first. Now he felt more at home in places like this than he did anywhere else.
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He looked around and saw all the same people as usual. Some he'd slept with, some he'd rejected (He did have some standards), but none of them excited him anymore.
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This night really wasn’t as fun as he hoped it would be. He took a final sip from his Diet Coke and turned on his bar stool to leave when someone suddenly caught his eye.
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He had just come in the door followed by his two friends. He was so gorgeous. His soft dark curls lightly gelled into position, eyes wide and curious taking in his surroundings. He was absolutely adorable.
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He was definitely new. Kurt was sure he'd never seen him around here before.
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Kurt felt his heartbeat start to speed up. This was something he hadn’t felt in so long, genuine attraction. He didn't think he'd ever felt so affected by someone who hadn’t even looked at him yet. He felt himself fill with excitement and insatiable curiosity; he really needed to talk to this boy.
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He ordered another drink, forgetting all about leaving. This night had suddenly gotten very interesting. He had to hang around to see where this goes.
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*o*~*o*~*o*
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“What about that guy?” David said pointing to a very burly guy with a mean expression on his face.
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“I don't think so,” Blaine said.
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“What about him, is he your type?” Wes said pointing to a drag queen Tina Turner.
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“Come on, be serious.”
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“What?” Wes shrugged. “Some people like that kind of thing.”
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“Well, I'm not one of them.”
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Blaine was already starting to think this was a really bad idea. None of these guys looked right for him. They all either looked intimidating or just unappealing.
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He didn't see one guy he would actually consider doing anything with as they moved through the crowds in the direction of the bar. He really shouldn’t have come. He was about to tell the guys he wanted to leave when he heard Wes' voice coming from behind him.
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“Hey, I think that guy is checking you out, Blaine.”
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“This better not be another drag queen,” he said as he hesitantly turned to look towards where Wes was looking.
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At the far end of the bar there was a guy wearing black, and Wes was right, he was looking right at him.
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God, he was beautiful. Pale skin, perfectly coiffed chestnut brown hair, he was definitely Blaine's type.
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The guy gave him a warm smile and turned back to his drink.
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“Well?” Wes asked.
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“He's perfect,” Blaine said dreamily, still unable to take his eyes off the guy.
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David rolled his eyes. “Well, go and talk to him,” he said, giving Blaine a shove in the direction of the guy.
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Blaine was suddenly feeling very nervous. “Er... I think I'll get a drink first.” He really didn't want to make the first move. What if he read the signs wrong and the guy wasn’t really into him. Plus he'd never hit on a guy before, he knew he'd end up saying something stupid that would turn him off.
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He was sure this was still a really bad idea. He wished he could get something stronger than Coca-Cola, maybe then he'd have the courage to talk to him.
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*o*~*o*~*o*
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Kurt was confused. He had obviously given that boy the green light or at least he thought he was pretty obvious about it.
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Apparently not since he was now sitting at the far end of the bar from him.
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Obviously this boy was either shy or playing hard to get. Either way it was up to Kurt to make the next move, which of course, he didn't mind.
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Kurt didn't usually chase boys. He'd give them a smile and wait for them to come to him, but in this boy's case he was willing to make an exception. There was something very intriguing about him.
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Next time he'd try a more direct approach. As he was planning his next move he saw the boy's friends dragging him onto the dance floor.
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Perfect.