Hello again

This was originally going to be a One-Shot but as I typed it up, I wasn't satisfied with the ending. So, I fleshed it out and now it's a (mini) multi-chapter. (the chapters are short though).

I will try to post a new chapter at least once a week (try being the operative word).

Here goes nothing...

Chapter 1: Great, Just Great

WARNING: *slight ignorance regarding gayness or more so 'looking gay'/assuming peoples sexualities based on who they are around*

This is not how Kurt wanted to spend his Friday night.

He should be back at home with Rachel, watching Moulin Rouge, or on the phone catching up with Mercedes. Heck, Friday night dinner back in Lima, would have been better than this.

But Santana was in dire need of lady kisses and for some reason she wanted Kurt there with her. "Us gays need to stick together", she preached when she suggested they go out.

Which explains why he's here, standing at the corner like a street walker, watching too-drunk-for-their-own-good losers, staggering out of all the different clubs and bars nearby. Does there really have to be so many?

He checks his watch. He still has a few minutes before Santana should be arriving. He doesn't know why they couldn't come together, considering they actually live together, but she left an hour earlier with a promise that she would meet him there. As the third loser approaches him though, he wishes Rachel did come along in the end, at least to play beard while he waited.

"Kurtie. If you don't want to go out with her, just say so. You should tell her no, like I did. Honestly, more people should tell her no once in a while", Rachel had said to him earlier that night.

"Okay, first of all, don't call me that. You know I hate it when you call me that." she ignores him. "Secondly, she didn't even ask you, so there was nothing for you to say no to, was there." It wasn't a question. His two best friends could never seem to get along and he always ended up in the middle. He hated being in the middle.

Rachel pouts as she got up from his bed muttering, 'whatever' under her breath, before leaving his room.

He added the finishing touches to his outfit, giving himself a once-over before following Rachel to the living room area, taking the space beside her as she put on one of their favourite Musicals.

"Lastly", he continued, "After the week we've had, getting some attention couldn't hurt now, could it?". She looks at him then, sadly and nods. They both had a very intense week at NYADA but unlike Kurt, Rachel had someone. And between showcases, finals, and the constant cut-throat competition; letting loose seemed like a relief.

Except he has been waiting for Santana for the past fifteen minutes now and was starting to second guess himself. Standing on the corner between the train station and a row of shops, isn't how he wanted to spend his Friday night. At all.

He gives up waiting for Santana and decides to cross the road to see where exactly this new club was meant to be located.

"Walk down the alley, and you'll see big blue doors. You can't miss it. You'll see Heaven!"

After the third alleyway, he spots a load of people waiting outside what seems to be a club, but from this distance he couldn't tell if it was the right place or not. He wants to ask somebody, anybody but everyone seems to be off their heads. Great, he thinks.

He starts to walk closer to the entrance of whatever-the-hell-this-place-is when he spots blue double doors. This must be it.

He looks around, trying to judge how 'gay' this place actually was. There seemed to be more straight couples and far too many women, to be considered a gay club. He was about to take out his phone when he's approached by yet, another loser.

"Look I'm not interested in anything you have to – ", he stops himself when he sees who actually approached him. He can't help but eye this guy up.

He's shorter than Kurt, but not by much and by the way his hair was styled, you'd barely even notice. And he was without a doubt, the sexiest man Kurt's ever laid eyes on.

His curls cupped his face perfectly, wild, and full of volume and he momentarily felt an urge to run his fingers through the raven ringlets. He was dressed in a stone-washed denim jacket, with a hunter green Henley top underneath. His ripped black jeans were hanging a little low but secured with a belt; loose, but snug where it mattered. Not something Kurt would particularly wear himself but with this guy, it worked.

When he focused back on the guy's face, he realised he too was being sized up. Kurt cocked his hip to the side, allowing the man's eyes to travel all over him. Kurt looked good and he knew it.

The guy noticed the action and looked up but said nothing, for what seemed like forever to Kurt.

Getting frustrated, Kurt folded his arms and raised his eyebrows expectantly, towards the stranger. Hot or not, the guy was staring a little too hard.

The guy smirked, eyes exploring Kurt's body one more time before speaking.

"You seem lost?"

"I'm not" he responded, "Just waiting for someone."

The guy's eyes never left Kurt's face and the intensity of his gaze, caused Kurt to look away.

"Hmm. Me too".

The silence returned.

Kurt took his phone out, seeing if Santana had sent him a text. Nothing.

"Want one?" the stranger asked.

Kurt looked back at him, to see what was being offered and screwed up his face in disgust.

"No, I don't. Smoking kills".

"What doesn't?"

Kurt didn't know how to answer that, so he just rolled his eyes. "A smart ass. Great."

The guy smiled then, something genuine dancing in his expression.

"What's your name, Pretty boy?", Kurt wanted to be offended by the name. Always being called 'Pretty' or 'Lady boy', or 'Lady Hummel', if you were Santana. With the exception of her though, he hated anyone calling him anything that was the slightest bit feminine. Yet the way this guy said it, it was almost like a pet-name.

Before he could answer, they were interrupted by a high-pitched yell.

"BABY!" Both looked towards the voice and a petite Asian woman with high-lighted brown hair, came running towards them. Kurt watched as whatever-his-name-was broke out into a massive smile. "Tina, baby girl!"

The woman – Tina, apparently - jumped up, wrapping her legs around the guy's waist before planting a kiss on his lips. He spun her around, both laughing cheerfully. Kurt felt one part amused, one part confused, and all parts disappointed.

Great, the sexiest guy I've ever seen is straight. Of course, he is. He sighs, while continuing to watch the scene unfold.

"I'm so sorry I'm late. You know what I'm like. One thing led to another and then something happened at home. Before I knew it, it was 10 o'clock! I got ready as fast as I could – God, I'm sorry!"

The extremely-hot-extremely-straight stranger, cupped her face, "It's okay, you're here now. And everything's okay?" she nodded, "Good" he said, kissing her right cheek.

At this point she had managed to detangle herself from him, so he spun her around to examine her outfit. Kurt continued to watch as her boyfriend brought his fist to his mouth, biting down. "Dammnn".

Kurt couldn't help but scoff as he shook his head, disbelievingly. And he's a sleaze.

This caused the pair in front of him, to finally realise he was still standing there.

"Oh shit – I'm sorry. Did I – Did I interrupt something?" Tina looked back and forth between the two men in front of her.

"Actually, I was ju-"

"No, you weren't interrupting anything", Kurt cut in, because really, she wasn't. He looked back at the guy, and noticed his face change, but Kurt couldn't recognize the expression. And quite frankly, he didn't care.

Kurt turned away and left the two of them standing there, as he slowly walked back up the street.

"And what was that?", Tina asked as she watched Blaine.

"Nothing, apparently", His eyes never left the other guy's form. Tina smirked.

"Oh, but you wish it was something". She countered.

Blaine looked at her then and she noticed disappointment in his eyes. "I just thought – it seemed like he was interested".

Tina looked towards the direction the guy walked, noticing he was now talking to a woman. The woman, who looked gorgeous by the way,- in her tight fitted red dress- had her arms around his neck and was pulling him close.

Tina quickly glanced at Blaine and saw he was looking too.

"But I guess I read that wrong", Blaine turned around, pulling out another cigarette before Tina snatched it out of his hand and threw it on the floor.

"Hey!"

"You need to stop with that shit", she told him.

"You know I only smoke when I'm drunk, nervous or sad, and I'm not drunk yet".

She rolled her eyes at him. He could be so dramatic sometimes.

She wrapped her arm around his waist, pushing him towards the line outside the club. "Come on, let's line up and forget all about…?"

"Pretty boy", Blaine supplied.

"Pretty boy?"

"Yes." He uttered, confidently. "Did you not see him?", they both looked at each other and chortled, in unison.

"Well,", she said, once they were in the queue.

"There will be plenty of boys tonight to make sure you forget all about pretty boy."

Blaine didn't respond. The guy in front of them however, turned around and acknowledged what she had said.

"I can make you forget all about pretty boy, Killer. When I'm done with you, the only pretty boy on your mind will be me."

Tina bumped shoulders with her best friend. "See" she whispered, loud enough for both men to hear.

Blaine looked the guy up and down.

I guess he would do... For now.

And there it is, Ekk! *I quickly want to say a few things before you go*.

I support sex workers! - I just thought "street walker" would be something Kurt would think/say in this 'verse. He seems a bit snobby in this.

Once again, I welcome positive/constructive criticism so if something didn't work for you, please let me know.

Feedback of any kind is always appreciated.

Okay, bye.