"No," Kurt deadpanned without looking up from his sketch.

"Come on, please?" Rachel begged.

"No."

"He's really nice!" she insisted. "Attractive, too. I'm not just saying that either. All the woman hit on him before they realized he was gay and – "

"No."

But, Kurt – "

"I let you set me up once, and I vowed never again, Rachel Berry. Never again."

"But that was in Ohio! This is New York! There are so many more options here!"

"Exactly, I don't need your help finding anyone."

"But you do. All you do is work, Kurt. It's depressing. You've always been such a hopeless romantic dreaming of going off to New York and falling in love, but you don't even give yourself the time to meet anyone."

Kurt finally set down his sketchpad, rolling his eyes. This was probably going to take a while.

"And you are so up tight like all the time, you know that? It's probably because you haven't gotten laid in –"

"I've not having this conversation with you, Rachel. So you better stop right there."

"Five months," she finished.

"What? How the hell do you know that?" Kurt shrieked and had to force himself to lower his voice.

"You've nothing but an uptight bitch since," Rachel shrugged.

"What have you been keeping track of who I sleep with?"

"Tina's wedding, right? And even then you were only doing it because you were lonely and depressed because Tina got married before you did. And you hooked up with your ex. I wouldn't exactly call that progress."

Kurt was fuming now. "She got married before you too, Rachel," he snapped.

Rachel waved her fingers in reminder the microscopic diamond on her hand. "I can get married anytime I want. I'm the one making Finn wait, and you know that. You on the other hand are not anywhere close to getting married."

Kurt was ready to explode, but Rachel went on. Did she ever stop talking?

"But you know what? That's okay."

Kurt looked up surprised.

"We're still young. You have years before you need to think about settling down. Date. Fall in love. Break some hearts. Sleep around if you feel so compelled."

"You know I don't sleep around, Rachel."

"That wasn't my point. You need to get out there, Kurt. You're lonely. I can see it in your eyes."

Kurt looked away. "I'm still not letting you set me up."

Rachel sighed dramatically and he was scared she would start talking again so he went on.

"I'll go out, though, since you seem to be so worried about me."

"Out where?"

"To a bar or something. I don't know."

Rachel giggled. "This is so excited."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "You worry far too much about my love life."

"Someone's got to."

"Go home, Rachel."

"Are you kicking me out?"

"Don't you have a performance or something that you could be getting ready for?"

"Oh! I almost forgot."

"It's Broadway, Rachel. You never forget."

She smirked and changed the subject. "I'm not leaving until you say you'll take me with you."

"If you want me to meet someone so bad why do you want to add you in the equation?"

Rachel somehow allowed the insult in the statement to go right over her head. "I won't stay the whole time. I just want to make sure you're making an effort."

"Why would I go to a gay bar and not try to meet a guy?"

"Kurt."

"Fine. I guess you can come."

Rachel squealed before kissing him on the cheek. "See you tomorrow."

Shit.

….

Kurt's phone shocked him awake late the next afternoon. For a moment, he was disoriented. He'd fallen asleep at his desk and his sketches were scattered everywhere. He groaned. He never let his desk get messy. He let his phone go to voicemail, but it started ringing again only a moment later. He snatched it up. "What, Rachel?" he said into the phone without checking his caller ID.

"No need to get snippy with me. Geez, did you just wake up? It's four in the afternoon, Kurt Hummel."

"I pulled an all nighter," he yawned.

"Why?"

"I'm trying to finish my new line, and us going out tonight is going to set me back a little."

"You're not canceling on me then?"
"Was that an option?"

"No."

Kurt sighed.

"Pick you up at six."

Kurt only groaned in reply before hanging up the phone. He wanted to get some more sleep, but if he was going out tonight he wasn't going looking anything but gorgeous and that would involve at least two hours of prep time.

When he walked out to meet Rachel at the cab two and a half hours later, she actually whistled. "Damn."

"Shut it, you."

"Take a compliment."

"It will be nice to hear it from a guy instead of you."

"Don't worry they will be all over you tonight." She winked.

Kurt rolled his eyes at this, but the second they walked into the bar guys were staring.

"Holy shit, Rachel," he muttered.

"I think I'm going to go."

"What?" he snapped.

"My primary goal was to get you here. You're here! I was going to wait until you started chatting it up with a guy," She said with a corny nudge "But I don't think you'll have any trouble since I can currently see at least two, no, four guys eye fucking you from here without even looking."

"Rachel! Don't say things like that."

"Bye!"

"Wait – "

The second she was gone there was a guy at his side. "Buy you a drink?"

Kurt shrugged secretly loving the attention. "Why not?"

After a few minutes of being showered with compliments but the conversation going nowhere, Kurt grew quickly bored. The guy saw Kurt losing interest and disappointedly excused himself. Kurt gulped down the rest of his drink.

Just as soon as he was starting to feel awkward sitting at the bar alone, a pair of hands snaked themselves around his waist. "Hey, gorgeous," a deep voice purred into his ear and he felt hot breath on his neck.

"Hello," he said nervously pulling from the man's grasp but turning to face him. The man placed his hands on the bar on either side of Kurt leaning into him.

"What's your name?"

"Kurt."

"Nice to meet you, Kurt. Want to go back to my place?"
"No thanks."

"I'll buy you a drink first. I'm a gentleman."

"No, I don't really think you are. Back up, please."

"Playing hard to get I see," he whispered almost into his skin, as his lips got closer to Kurt's neck. He began running his hand up the inside of Kurt's thigh. "You can pretend all you want, but you come here dressed like that and everyone knows what you came here for."

Kurt pushed him off. "I believe I said no."

The man started to lean back in when someone interrupted.

"Kurt, sweetie," the voice said lovingly, "Do you want to go dance now?" Kurt looked up and the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen was offering his hand.

"We're kind of in the middle of something here," the man, who Kurt realized he still did not know the name of, grumbled.

"With my boyfriend?" the gorgeous man asked calmly, but firmly.

The man stepped back. "Boyfriend. Should've known." He made no further comment and stalked off.

Once he was out of earshot the beautiful man held out his hand. "Blaine."

Kurt shook it. "Kurt, but you already seem to know that."

"I overheard your conversation," he admitted. "That guy, Eric's his name, hangs around here a lot. He's a total creep. I saw you sitting over here by yourself and I knew the second I saw you that he would try to make a move. You didn't seem too into it so I thought I'd help you out. Although, you seem to be able to handle yourself pretty well."

"You're right. I can. Thanks anyway I guess." Kurt paused for a moment. "So you were watching me before he even came over, hm?"

"Yes," he said not missing a beat. "You're ridiculously gorgeous. Every guy in this bar is watching you."

Kurt shook his head. "So you're act of heroism was completely out of the goodness of your heart and not just an opportunity to hit on me then?"

"A little bit of both." Kurt was starting to get to the impression that this guy was blatantly honest. "He is still looking over here you know," Blaine points out.

Sure enough, the man is still watching them talk as though waiting for the opportunity to sweep back in and claim Kurt. "He's probably suspicious that you haven't taken me up on that offer to dance. I am your boyfriend after all."

Kurt rolled his eyes but finds himself agreeing anyway. "Let's get this over with then," Kurt said walking off towards the dance floor.

By the time they reach the middle of the floor, most of the eyes in the bar are on them. Blaine laced his arms around Kurt's waist and pulled him close as he started to dance. Kurt rested his forehead against Blaine's, and Blaine could feel Kurt's breath against his lips. Blaine continually attempted to lock their hips together, but Kurt was not having it. He would brush their hips together teasingly then quickly pull away so only their heads were touching.

When Kurt got bored with that he pulled away completely.

"The songs not even over," Blaine whined.

Kurt only smirked. He turned around pressing his back against Blaine's chest and looped his arms around Blaine's neck behind him. Then, he began grinding his ass into Blaine's hips. He heard Blaine's breath hitch a little, and he enjoyed the fact that he had caught him off guard. He continued like this through the end of the song and once he felt Blaine growing in his pants, he pulled away.

A little out of breath Kurt asked, "So are you going to buy me a drink or what?"

Blaine nodded not entirely trusting his voice at the moment.

"You order, I'll pay," Blaine offered. After Kurt requested his drink, Blaine handed the bartender his card. "Put all his drinks on my card for the rest of the night," Blaine told him and the bartender nodded in understanding.

"You sure you want to do that?" Kurt challenged. "I may not look like it, but I can certainly hold my liquor."

Blaine subconsciously licked his lips. "I don't doubt that."

Kurt hopped up from the bar and wandered over to a group of empty couches in the corner. Blaine hurried over quickly before those seats filled with eager men.

"So," Kurt began taking a sip of his drink, "tell me about yourself."

Blaine scrunched up his face.

"It doesn't have to be personal. I just like to learn about people," Kurt assured. "Where are you from?"

"Ohio."

"No, really?"

"Something wrong with Ohio? …Other than the obvious."

Kurt laughed. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm from Ohio to. I grew up in Lima. Ever heard of it?"

"Lima? No fucking way. You go to McKinley?"

"Yeah. How the hell did you know that?"

"I went to Dalton."

"Ah, my parents wanted to send me there, but it's pretty steep. That's crazy. Small freaking world."

"Sure is. Damn."

"Hey wait? What did you say your last name was?"

"I don't believe I did," Blaine said giving him a teasing look.

Kurt simply raised an eyebrow.

"Anderson."

"You weren't lead singer for the Warblers by chance?"

"My god. My glee club days are following me." Blaine shuddered.

"You embarrassed?"

"Nah, it's just weird to think about that side of myself. I've changed quite a bit. How'd you know about the Warblers?"

"We competed against you."

Blaine nodded. "So you were in the New Directions."

"I was. So what brings you to New York?"

"So many grilling questions," Blaine teased, "Other than needing to get the hell out of Ohio?"

"That's kind of a given."

"I suppose. I moved here to help my brother run his law firm."

"A lawyer," Kurt nodded in approval.

"Yourself?"

"I'm a designer."

"As in fashion?"

Kurt nodded.

"Aspiring?"

"Nope. I'm pretty much the real deal. Even made this outfit," he said gesturing to his ensemble.

"Wow. I was honestly thinking when you walked in that it was designed by a genius," Blaine said genuinely.

"I think you've got to be the only guy in here that was appreciating my outfit for the style."

"I'm also a fan of how tight it is along with everyone else. Just to be honest," Blaine winked.

Kurt looked away pretending the comment had absolutely no effect on him.

"So do I get to ask you any questions?" Blaine asked cheekily.

"I thought you were against the getting to know you thing?" When he got no response he shrugged. "Okay, shoot."

Blaine thought on it for a moment. "What is your favorite musical?"

Kurt's laugh rang out gaining some of the attention that had started to fade back on him. "That's your big question? How do you even know I like musicals?" Kurt challenged.

"Kurt…you never told me your last name."

"Hummel," he supplied.

"Kurt Hummel, you seem like a pretty amazing person so that would pretty much mean you like musicals as a given, but the fact that you were in glee club in high school also isn't helping your case."

"Fine!" Kurt surrendered. "You got me. I live and breathe musicals."

Blaine nodded satisfied.

"Moulin Rogue," Kurt answered finally well Blaine fell silent.

Blaine nodded again, this time, in approval.

"And yours?"

"That's a bit of a personal question, Kurt."

Kurt scoffed. "You are completely impossible."

"Thank you. I try."

"I'm not sure why I'm still sitting here having this conversation. I could have at least" Kurt glanced over his shoulder in inspection, "Five other guys right now yet I continue to sit here and deal with you."

"Five? I thought you were confident. Try any guy in this entire bar. That includes the ones in committed relationships. And I believe you just implied that you had me, and depending on what that entails I'm not sure I'm quite ready to give you that responsibility."

Though Blaine said it in a teasing tone, Kurt flushed red.

"And he blushes," Blaine commented. "Damn, that's adorable."

Kurt was, at this point, beat red.

"Another drink?"

Kurt nodded.

"Don't let another guy sweep you away before I get back, beautiful." Blaine's flirtatious tone disappeared and became adoration on the word beautiful. Kurt stopped blushing and allowed himself to feel wanted.

When Blaine returned with his drink, Kurt drank it down rather quickly.

"Trying to rush out of here?" Blaine teased.

"Do you want to go back to my place?" Kurt asked suddenly.

"I was only joking."

"I'm not."

"Yes, I would like that very much, but, uh, I think we should cover something first."

Kurt cocked his head to the side.

"I'm not usually the sit down and talk type of guy," Blaine explained. "It's usually a get in, do what I need to do, get out type of situation."

"Uh huh," Kurt encouraged.

"I just hope that I'm not giving you the wrong impression."

"How so?"

"No matter what happens, or does not happen, between us tonight I don't, nor will I ever, do relationships."