Fic: So Simple In The Moonlight
Word count: 9,000+
Summary: Kurt has never been kissed and he’s fine with it. Most of the time. But then, his coworkers take him out for his twenty-first birthday and there’s a (gorgeous) stranger who kisses him to get away from a guy who just won’t understand that he’s interested.
Author’s note: For the wonderful Jen, my favourite little pineapple, who sent me a prompt that was basically the entire plot for this. A big, big, gigantic thank you to Adri for kicking my ass and telling me to stop being lazy and write what needs to be written instead of skipping over it.
Also, fuck canon, Blaine is the same age than Kurt in this. It’s just simpler that way.
The title is from Lua by Bright Eyes, but it is in no way representative of the level of angst present in this fic. Don’t panic.
The music is loud and thumping, every vibration rattling in his ribcage and shaking his very soul; everywhere around him, bodies are undulating and pressing together and then away, over and over again and Kurt wishes he were anywhere but here. He’d take Rachel crying because of a break-up over this club.
“There you go, birthday boy!” one of his friend shouts over the music as she shoves a bright blue drink at him. He nearly drops it; it’s the fourth one of the evening and his fingers feel numb and clumsy.
“You really didn’t have to,” he replies, repeating the same words for the hundredth time that day.
“Where’s the fun in having a baby working with us if we can’t even take him out to get hammered on his twenty-first birthday?” She pinches his cheek and then she’s gone, disappearing in the mass of bodies with a whoop indicative of the number of shots she already had.