Short drabble is short but this idea got stuck in my head.

Blaine laughed, when one of his friends from college yelled after him as he walked into the bathroom of the shady club they'd dragged him to.

'Get some!'

Blaine merely shook his head and ignored the guy.

But when he walked into that bathroom, he hadn't expected to see a boy around his age, maybe a little younger, crying in the corner. He was completely ignored by the other two men, who were just headed out of the bathroom as Blaine stood still.

He just knew he must've looked rather surprised, but honestly, this wasn't a sight he saw every day.

The boy's clothes looked pretty expensive, from what he could see. The black pants seemed to have rows of bullets as decoration on the sides and the red shirt was accessorized with a black belt that was around the waist and one shoulder. On top of that, a black tie hung around his neck and it seemed the boy had loosened it a little.

Blaine bit his lip, because he wasn't very sure what to do. Usually, when he approached strangers, he was either told off or hit on. Too bad that most of the time he was in fact hit on by girls and told off by guys. And he just so happened to be as gay as the fourth of July.

Just as he tried to decide whether to do his business here and leave the boy alone or approach him instead, a pitiful and loud sob echoed through the restroom, leaving Blaine with no choice but to try and help him.

So he stepped forward, until he was right in front of the boy and leaned over him a little.

'Are you alright?'

The boy jumped and looked up at Blaine with big, blue, terrified eyes, sobs immediately fading away. Then, he looked around him, but Blaine wasn't sure if that was because he was scared and looking for help or if it was because he wanted to make sure there were no other people around.

'W-What?' The boy hiccuped.

'I asked if you were alright.' Blaine said in a friendly tone.

'Yes...'

'…'

'No.' The boy told him in a strangled voice, fresh tears streaming down his face and sobs breaking the silence around him yet again. Blaine felt sorry for him and sat down on the floor as well, leaning against the wall.

'I hope you don't mind me asking, but what's gotten you this sad?'

'How-How would y-you feel i-if you found your boyfriend making o-out with your best f-friend in a-a place l-like this?'

'… Your boyfriend cheated on you?'

'With m-my best friend. Well, s-supposed to be be-best friend.'

'In here?'

The boy nodded.

'We w-were going o-out to celebrate m-my b-birthday.'

'It's your birthday today?'

He nodded.

'That really sucks. And you found them?'

'Uhuh.'

'… Well, they certainly don't deserve you.'

'… Really?'

'Really.'

The boy looked up, his gorgeous blue-ish eyes once again leaving Blaine speechless.

'I'm Kurt.'

Blaine felt his cheeks heat up very quickly and smiled the happiest smile ever. Somehow, he knew this wouldn't be the last time he'd see Kurt. If only he could get his number.

'Blaine.'

They shook hands.

AND THEN THEY STARTED GOING OUT ON DATES AND STARTED DATING AND MOVED IN TOGETHER AND GOT AWESOME JOBS AND GOT ENGAGED AND MARRIED AND HAD 3.5 CHILDREN AND A HOUSE WITH A WHITE PICKET FENCE AND THEY GREW OLD AND WERE STILL AWESOME.

Someone get me away from my computer.