maybe we got lost in translation, maybe i asked for too much. but maybe this thing was a masterpiece till you tore it all up. running scared, i was there, i remember it all too well.
Words: 880
Rating: PG-13
Summary: New York helps Kurt finally see himself in the mirror. He’s hot. This isn’t news to Blaine.
A/N: HAPPY CHAMPAGNE BIRTHDAY, MICKEYRANDY3! This is for you.
Inspired by the recent s4 pics of Kurt where I just can’t do anything but keysmash.
New York State of Mind
“So apparently, I’m hot.” Kurt is sitting on his bed, staring at Blaine on the computer screen, and trying for casual.
He had spent that afternoon sitting in a cafe in Grenwich Village completing some sketches for his boss, and three, yes THREE, separate guys had asked for his number. Including the barista, who still gave him a free mocha even after he told him he had a boyfriend. When Heather, his neighbour and almost but not quite friend from his building, walked into the cafe mid-pick up attempt number three, she sat down across from him with her coffee and shrugged. “Yeah. Get used to it. You’re hot, Kurt.”
Oh.
