Characters: reader, Kurt (Steve).

Summary: The moment he walked into your Wintery, small town, you knew there was something different about him. Little did you know that the man you began to fall for wasn't who he appeared to be. On an unexpected, snowy night, the truth comes out and everything changes. Can one night alter the course of your entire life? [Canon]

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, heated make-out session. ;)

Word Count: 2.1k

Song Inspiration: Save Tonight by Eagle Eye Cherry & The Night We Met by Lord Huron

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 Previously:

A smile tugged at your lips while butterflies took flight in your stomach, attempting to hide your gleeful expression behind your coffee cup. You had a date with the man of your dreams. Finally!

Snowmobiling wouldn't be your first choice in dates these days and it had been a while, but you used to ride all the time in high school. It's not something you forget, right?

What could possibly go wrong?

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Saturday morning, you found yourself bundled in multiple layers while gassing up two snowmobiles borrowed from your father, with permission this time. It had been years since you had done this, but muscle memory all came back shortly. Kurt was familiar with the basics, having been around motorcycles, so after a few minutes of instruction, you were on your way.

The tracks were fresh and the weather was good, not too cold but with a little cloud cover which helped with the snow blindness. Soon you were both trying to out-do one another, attempting small jumps and racing playfully. A few hours in, however, your sled began to sputter and it eventually died halfway up the mountain. Kurt circled back and you both checked the motor in confusion.

"I filled them both up before we left and I thought they'd been serviced recently," you said with a frustrated sigh.

"Well, that's a lie," he replied, backtracking upon seeing your angry expression. "No! Not you, I mean...I know you filled up the tanks, but I don't think they've been serviced recently. Looks like you've been leaking gas since we left and now....empty," he shrugged.

"Damn it," you cursed as you tried to move around to keep warm. The temperature seemed to have dropped and you were cold from standing still so long. The effort of driving had kept you warm the past few hours but now you were stuck freezing your butt off.

Kurt thought it over with hands on his hips. "Well, I could siphon gas from the other sled but yours will keep leaking. We probably wouldn't have enough to get us both back, though. Might be best to leave yours here and head home. Come back for it later?" he proposed, stuffing gloved hands in his pockets.

You were annoyed by the whole situation, but knew he was right. "Okay. Let's go."

Kurt straddled the snowmobile and you slipped in behind him, wrapping your arms around his small waist. Feeling the warmth emanating from his muscular back as you held him close, you thought that maybe this wasn't so bad. The engine roared to life and he steered the sled back toward town. You had only been riding about five minutes before the snow began to fall, obstructing your view.

Another fifteen minutes later, Kurt slowed the snowmobile, letting the engine idle as he half-turned toward you to speak. "I can't see a damn thing. Do you have any idea where we are?" he asked as you loosened your grip on him.

You looked around for any landmarks, finally spotting the outline of the nearest mountain peak faintly through the snowfall. "Y-yes. I think w-we're about 3 miles a-away," you answered with a shivering voice.

"God, you're soaking wet, you must be freezing," he uttered with concern. The snow that fell was heavy and wet. Adding that to the spray from the sled, you were struggling to keep warm. "I wish there was somewhere closer—"

"Th-there is," you interrupted, teeth chattering. "M-my father has a hunting c-cabin. It's not far," you sniffled.

"Okay. Lead the way," he told you, rubbing his large hands over your arms still wrapped around his waist.

Ten minutes later, Kurt was pulling the sled into the slight overhang to the side of the cabin. You struggled to move in your frozen state, but he stayed right behind you, rubbing your arms for warmth. Feeling around the frame of the doorway, you found the loose brick that housed the spare key and let yourself into the darkness.

Your father hadn't used this cabin in years, but on occasion his friends used it. Hopefully there was dry clothing somewhere and non-perishable food because you were starving. Using the light from your phone, you found an old-fashioned oil lantern and some matches to light it with. The flame sparked to life and a warm, yellow glow filled the cabin.

"Would there be any firewood outside?" he asked, rubbing his hands together.

"Around back, I th-think," you chattered.

"Okay. We'll get you warmed up in no time," he said with a smile before stepping out into the cold again.

Glancing around, you took in your surroundings. The cabin was small, consisting of only one bedroom and bathroom with a combined living room and kitchen area. There were white sheets over the furniture, ghostly shapes of a couch and chair facing the currently empty fireplace. You wandered into the bedroom and searched the drawers for dry clothing, thankfully finding some around your size.

Closing the door just in case, you peeled off your multiple layers of a coat, jacket, thermal underwear, t-shirt, and leggings underneath. Your basic underclothing was thankfully still dry, so you pulled on a pair of sweats and cinched them around your waist before buttoning up a large, flannel, long-sleeved shirt. Peeking in the closet, you discovered a huge, warm blanket that you immediately wrapped around yourself before leaving the bedroom.

Kurt had returned then, crouching in front of the fireplace and within minutes a fire roared within its depths. You crawled forward and sat on the rug directly in front of the fire, pulling the blanket tight around you like a cocoon. Only your face was showing at that point and you heard a snicker from beside you, turning slightly toward the sound.

"Feeling better?" he asked with an amused smile.

"Yes, thank you," you answered in a pleased tone. He stood there a moment and you noticed that he still wore his damp clothing and had made no move to change. So far he had only taken off his hat and gloves. "There's dry clothing in the bedroom, it's sort of a random selection, but you should be able to find something."

He waved your suggestion away. "I'm fine, really."

You offered a deadpan expression. "Kurt. Come on, we could be stuck here for hours, depending on the storm. Might as well let your clothes dry and get comfortable," you reasoned with him.

He considered your words and finally resigned, heading for the bedroom and closing the door.

The fire had soon thawed you considerably and by that time, you realized how long Kurt had been in there. Much too long, it seemed. Curious, you stood and lightly knocked on the door.

"Kurt? Everything okay? Were you able to find something to wear?" you asked through the wooden door.

"Um...kind of," he answered, voice muffled. Kurt opened the door a sliver with only his face showing.

"What's wrong?"

He hesitated a moment. "Promise you won't laugh?"

Raising an eyebrow, you slowly agreed and backed away from the door. "Um...okay. I promise."

Slowly he swung the door open, revealing the large man wearing the smallest clothing possible for his frame. You bit your lip to keep your reaction in check as you recognized what you were seeing. The sweats he wore were almost okay, thanks to his unusually slim hips but the bottom hem hit him mid-calf showing a lot of ankle. The shirt, however, was a problem, but not in a bad way, in your opinion. He had somehow squeezed into the off-white thermal, "long-sleeved" shirt that exposed his wrists as well. The shirt was skin-tight, showcasing every curve of his taut muscles that rippled and stretched as he moved into the living room.

Still trying to keep your face passive, you spoke, "Um...are those...children's sized?"

"I think they're women's, actually," he replied sheepishly. A snort escaped before you could clap a hand over your mouth and he pointed a finger. "Hey, you promised!"

Straightening out your expression, you took a deep breath and nodded. "You're right, I'm sorry," you apologized, clearing your throat. "So...I'm feeling much warmer and now I'm starving. Let's see what's in the cupboards, shall we?" you offered, leading the way to the kitchen.

After a few minutes of searching, you both had discovered a few cans of edible food, a sleeve of crackers, bottled water, and your last discovery had you quite excited.

"Ah-ha! I knew it!" you exclaimed, producing a bottle of wine from the back of a cupboard, then blowing the dust that had collected. "This has probably been here long enough that it's a decent vintage. A little something to warm us up, huh?" you said with a smile.

He chuckled lightly, then making a discovery of his own. "Victory! A can opener," he grinned at you, also plucking another tool from the drawer and offering it to you. "I guess this corkscrew might come in handy as well?"

You took the corkscrew from him, fingers lightly brushing his, and you set out to open the bottle as he pierced the top of one of the cans. "So tell me, Kurt...does red wine pair better with baked beans or chili con carne?" you asked with a cheeky smile.

This time, a full bodied laugh burst from him, his right hand clutching the left side of his chest as he head was thrown back. You joined him in laughter and a different kind of warmth began to fill you.

Spoons were found and a pair of dusty glasses were washed with bottled water over the sink, since the water lines were frozen. You threw the white sheet off the couch and settled on one end with the cans and bottle of wine resting on the small coffee table. Kurt joined you on the couch and poured each of you half a glass of the dark liquid. You were so hungry that the cold baked beans and crackers actually weren't that bad. There was a small stove in the kitchen, but the gas line wasn't connected, it seemed.

Kurt tucked in as well, inhaling the chili in a few bites. There was also a can of green beans, which you shared. Stomach filled, you sat back with your glass of wine and let out a sigh of contentment.

"Feeling better?" he asked you, taking a sip.

"Much," you replied as you drained the last of your glass.

You stood then, reaching to the far end of the table for the bottle, but your shuffling feet stepped on the blanket with your legs tangled and you began to fall with a squeal, unable to catch yourself. Kurt wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down to the couch with you half landing on top of him.

A laugh broke free from you, feeling embarrassed as he joined you with a chuckle. "Thanks for catching me. Sorry," you said, turning your face toward him. Suddenly you felt his closeness, strong arms still around you with his nose an inch from yours as your eyes flickered to his lips. The atmosphere changed as you leaned in just as he did, your lips connecting in a soft, tender kiss.

You leaned back slightly to gauge his reaction, seeing the desire burning in his eyes as you freed your arms from the blanket and pulled him closer. He pressed his lips to yours once again, the once gentle tenderness now gone, replaced with a furious passion as his strong arms pressed you against his body. You nipped at his lower lip and he opened wide, granting your tongue entrance to explore. Your hands wound into his dark blond strands as he pushed the blanket down to your waist, his fingers teasing the hem of your shirt.

Finally you unwound the blanket from you in a frustrated tug, your lips never leaving his as you placed a knee on either side of his narrow hips to straddle him. His large, warm hands pressed against the skin of your lower back as you broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck.

"Kurt..." you moaned in pleasure.

Immediately he stopped his actions, frozen in place before he gently pushed you away from his lap and stood in a quick, sudden movement. "I'm sorry, I can't, Y/N..." he whispered, combing his fingers through his hair in uncertainty.

"What?" you breathed out in confusion. "Why?"

He huffed out a sigh and walked toward the fireplace. "I just...I can't. Not like this."

"What do you mean, 'not like this'? Not here? Not with me? I mean, I definitely want this but it's okay if you don't feel..." you began, trying to ease the sting of rejection once again. Your heart couldn't take much more.

"No!" he whirled your way. "I do! I do want this...you. You have no idea how much, but I just don't feel good about...deceiving you," he confessed, a flicker of guilt glancing over his handsome features.

"I....what?" you uttered, now more confused than ever.

"Y/N...I'm not the man you think I am."

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Part 4>>> Coming Soon

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Aaaahh!!!! I know, the cliffhanger is mean, but we're about to get to the juicy stuff!! I am so SO excited about the next part. I hope you are, too!! Things did get a little steamy, but I think Steve would be the good guy who wants to do the right thing, no matter what. Do you agree? Or would you rather yell at him for stopping? ;) Also, Kurt is possibly the worst name to moan, am I right? haha! I'd love to hear what your theories are about who Kurt really is (or more like, why Steve is hiding his identity :D) That snowy cabin, though, right?? I love the snowed-in trope! Thank you for reading and I look forward to your comments!! Love you guys!!