Day Two: Cute

Never again. Kurt had lost count of the number of times he had uttered that phrase after falling for some scheme of Rachel's designed to get them boyfriends. Tonight, he added another one to the list.

They were both single and it was Valentine's Day, so Rachel insisted that they go out and drown their sorrows in wine and song at Callbacks. Kurt had initially planned on spending the night wrapped in a blanket watching "The Notebook" and eating a pint of ice cream by himself. Somehow, in that very insistent Rachel Berry way, she talked him into accompanying her, instead.

Rachel had conveniently failed to mention that Callbacks was having a singles party that night. Once Kurt saw the sign out front, Rachel literally had to drag him in by the arm. Swearing to him that it would be good for both of them to get out and mingle instead of wallowing in self-pity, she managed to get him through the door.

Now here he was, an hour later, sitting alone at the bar watching Rachel flirt and dance with some guy. Apparently, only the most annoying gay men in New York had decided to attend. Kurt had been subjected to a parade of creeps, each with a more ridiculous pick up line than the last. If one more jerk approached him with some lame line…

"Excuse me, is someone sitting here?" a voice asked from his side.

Kurt was already mid-eye roll as he turned to the owner of the voice. "Hey, can you just…" he began, pausing when he caught sight of the extremely handsome man standing beside him, gesturing towards an open stool.

The man instantly raised his hands in surrender. "Hey, I was just looking for a place to sit. I didn't mean any offense," he said, taking a half step back as if to walk away.

Kurt realized he'd been harsh – all the guy had done was very politely asked if the seat was available. "Wait," he interrupted, reaching out and touching the stranger's arm to stop him from leaving. "I'm sorry," he sighed, "it's been a rough evening. The seat is free. Of course, you can sit here." The man eyed him warily. "Please, I insist," Kurt added with a hopeful smile.

That seemed to do the trick, as he smiled in return and perched on the stool. "I'm Blaine," he introduced himself, holding out his hand in a gentlemanly manner.

"Kurt," he replied, shaking the offered hand.

Blaine caught the attention of the bartender and ordered himself a drink. The two sat quietly until Blaine's drink came and he decided to break the silence. "So, a rough evening, huh?" he started, swirling the ice in the glass. He hesitantly eyed Kurt, gauging his reaction to the attempt at conversation. Kurt couldn't blame him for being cautious after the way he had initially behaved.

"Yeah, sorry about earlier. I've just had so many guys in here tonight feeding me bad pick up lines that I guess I assumed you were doing the same," he confessed sheepishly.

Blaine chuckled, turning his body on the stool to face Kurt. "Oh my gosh, I know what you mean! When I first got here, some guy came up to me and said, 'Are you running out of breath from running through my head all night?'"

Kurt laughed out loud. "That's nothing. I got, 'Can I have a photograph to show my friends that angels truly exist?'" he countered.

"Oh, wow," Blaine laughed back. "That's almost as bad as the guy who asked, 'Your lips look so lonely, what they like to meet mine?'"

Kurt nearly spit out his drink laughing at that one. "Where did they come up with these things? Do they really expect lines like that to work?" He shook his head, taking a sip as he recalled one more line from earlier in the evening. "Oh! And here's another one. 'Your eyes are blue like the ocean, and baby I'm lost out at sea.'" He batted his eyelashes at Blaine for effect.

Blaine's grin faltered momentarily, and he swallowed hard. "Well, I, uh," he stumbled, glancing away.

"What?" Kurt encouraged, laying a hand on Blaine's where it rested on the bar.

Blaine coughed lightly and shifted in his seat before continuing. "I was just going to say, and don't take this as a cheap come on, please, but I kind of…I kind of can't blame the guy for that one," he admitted.

Kurt could feel himself flushing faintly, and was unable to stop the corners of his mouth from lifting. "Well," he ventured, suddenly feeling both shy and bold at the same time, "maybe a line like that could work, provided it's from the right person."

Blaine brightened, leaning in to speak quietly to Kurt. "Maybe if it's from the right person, then it's not a line at all." He held up his drink in toast. "To the right person," he said softly, holding Kurt's gaze in his own.

"To the right person," Kurt echoed, gently clinking their glasses.

Kurt was right when he told himself he would never again go along with one of Rachel's schemes for finding a date. That Valentine's Day, he found the right person, and never had to go looking again.

A/N: Based on the song prompt, "Cute" by Stephen Jerzak. All of the pick up lines are lyrics from the song.