I don't own anything. Only the storyline.

I knew Chandler was different from the moment that I met him. That was a year ago now, and were getting serious but I didn't expect him to want to do this. I thought we were just going out for a romantic meal to celebrate our 1 year anniversary. I couldn't have been more wrong. A key party. The last place I expected to go. Yet here I am sitting in a living room full of people I have never met in my life. If I wasn't so disgusted to be here I may have complimented on the decor, but I had more pressing things to think about such as how Chandler actually wanted us to do this. Sleep with other men.

About an hour in and a few drinks later I was starting to relax. That's when I saw him. He had dark curly hair that fell across his face, bright hazel eyes surrounded by thick, long eyelashes, strangely perfect thick triangle eyebrows and just the right amount of stubble decorating his jaw. He was absolutely gorgeous. Now my attention is solely on him. I notice the way his Adam's apple bobs in that long neck when he swallows his drink. The way his eyes crinkle when he smiles that adorable toothy grin. The way when he talks he waves his hands everywhere, because he talks about it with so much passion. The way his hand holds the glass with such a vice grip that I imagine it around my-

I'm interrupted from my thoughts when the host of the party announces that the 'fun' part is about to begin. I watch as different men put their car keys into the bowl, including that gorgeous man, and an excited Chandler. We are so over.

The proceedings, if you will, then started. Chandler got picked second by some overly muscly man. He leant down to kiss me but I turned my head quickly away, and whispered in his ear "don't worry hun, I'm sure he won't break you too much, although with that thug face he sports you'll be lucky to get out alive" with much less enthusiasm he walked away with the hulk.
Now there is only two keys left and one of them is the nameless beauty, and I'm next to pick. 'Please be him. Please be him. Please be him.' I chant in my head as I reach in to pick a set of keys out.
I show the 3 other men in the room the keys and as luck would have it, the curly haired man stands up. I hadn't seen him stand up before now but as he stands about a foot in front of me I notice that he only comes up to my shoulder. Tearing my eyes away from his face I look at his body, his tight jumper hugs his lean but slightly muscled chest, and his tight jeans hug his perfectly defined legs. This could be better than I thought.

I quickly remember that I should move, or say, or do anything. But before I can say anything a rough hand grabs my smooth one and drags me towards the stairs. Once we reach a room with a stupidly huge bed he lets go of my hand as though it burnt him and stands as far away as possible with his back to me. Weird.

I swallow thickly whilst thinking of something to say. Eventually I decided on a simple, "my names Kurt."
He slowly turns around and quietly says, "Blaine."
"Okay Blaine. Urmmm...so..." I cough slightly and carry on "are you okay?"
"not really." He replies after a short pause. I move to sit on the end of the bed, and tap beside me to indicate that he should sit. After much hesitation he moves to sit next to me but ensues to keep about a foot in-between.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask.
"It's nothing really it's just that, this isn't really my sort of thing, I didn't even know I was coming here. Sebastian said he wanted to go out and have 'fun'" he indicates with his hands the quotations. "And that I should join him. I'm sorry. I guess you were expecting to do stuff."
"No not at all. I didn't want to come either. I thought me and Chandler were going out for a meal but I guess not. What I do know though is that we are officially over. God, how can someone who says he loves me, do something so wrong? And on our anniversary as well."
"I was just thinking the same thing."
"Look we don't have to do anything, seen as though we both don't feel comfortable. But I don't really want to stay here, listening to them. So do you wanna, say go out somewhere for a meal?"
"Yeah that would be really nice, lets get out of here." He grabs my hand and we head towards his car. It seems my night may just turn out okay.