Kurt stares at the empty spot in the king sized bed that had been vacant for countless nights. Chest tight, stomach sunk in the pits of the abyss that his body could conjure up in this bitter loneliness, he decides enough is enough.

Rolling out of bed, he dresses into something less than appropriate compared to his usual attire - jeans with a hole above one knee and underneath one of his ass cheeks to tease milky white skin for anyone who wanted to see more. Complimenting well with his black v-neck, and denim jacket.

Not minding one bit if he disturbed the rest of the house in his haste to escape it, desperate for something - anything - that wasn't the tormenting silence of his bedroom a minute longer.

The drive to Scandals, the new hot spot now that everyone was out and proud, was short and sweet. Flashing his I.D. to the bouncer on muscle memory, even if the guy didn't even have time to ask before Kurt is pressing past and finding an empty stool at the bar. Not taking him long to motion the bar tender to send a drink to the only other person who seemed to be sitting alone at the bar.

Only when he's indicated by the bar tender to be the sender of said drink, Kurt wiggles his fingers in a small wave. "If you'd rather swap it out for something a little less sweet and a lot more hot, just let me know. I know a guy who might be interested."