Rachel marched down the halls as I directed her and Mercedes towards the lounge. Upon arrival, the melodious voice that was beginning to become oh so familiar drifted though the air. She stopped in front of the entrance and smoothed down her clothes before confidently walking in followed by Mercedes and I.

He was seated at the piano on the stage just like before, his hands danced swiftly over the keys.

Walking forward Rachel sat herself down in the chair closest to the stage, front and center. I leaned over to Mercedes, "She's going to make a fool out of herself."

"When doesn't she?" We sat down towards the back. "At least with not many people here we'll get a front row seat to her humiliation." She joked, we both laughed and relaxed into our chairs. I focused my gaze on the man on stage, still just as attractive and talented as he was just earlier. His brows were knitted together in concentration as he sang and played his heart out, I could watch forever. "You were so right."

My head snapped back to her. "What?"

She laughed at my obvious staring. "He's really hot, and hella talented. Rachel is going to be all over him." I frowned, she was right. Rachel would be, and with my luck he'll think it's endearing or something and agree to go out with her. "I don't think he's into her though."

Confused, I ask "How can you tell?"

She smiled at me and looked back at the stage. "Because he hasn't stopped looking over here since we sat down." My eyes widened at what she was implying but quickly dismissed the thought.

"So he's totally into you, awesome. But he doesn't look like your type 'Cedes." She rolled her eyes but said nothing else. I turned my gaze back to the stage and saw that Mercedes was right. He kept glancing over at us. I felt my cheeks warm up but told myself to stop it. This man must be straight; he must be interested in Mercedes. Or maybe he noticed that we entered Rachel and was trying to communicate to get her away from him. He wouldn't be interested in me. No way.

The music came to an end and everyone clapped politely, except for Rachel who stood up and applauded like a maniac. The man on stage laughed and shook his head a little, oh god, he thought it was endearing. This vacation is going to be a disaster now; all she's going to do is talk about him and hang out with him.

"Thank you all for allowing me to entertain you all this evening, but sadly it is time for it to end. I hope you all have a great rest of the evening and I'll be back tomorrow to entertain you all some more." With a smile he got up from the piano bench and walked off the stage towards the bar just like before. Spotting her chance, Rachel made a bee line straight over to him.

"Oh my god, come on I wanna hear everything!" Mercedes grabbed me by the arm and dragged me closer until we were close enough to hear them. Rachel had slid up next to him at the bar and was now far into his personal bubble. I hadn't notice before but as he turned and looked at Rachel, I saw that he was only a few inches taller than her.

"Hello, how can I help you?" He asked with a charming yet confused smile.

"Hello, I'm Rachel Berry. I heard about you from my friend and I was wondering if you would like to go out me sometime this week?"

He looked taken aback for a second then let out a breathy laugh. "Wow, umm, you seem like a very nice girl, but you're just not my type. Sorry."

"Then, if you don't mind me asking, what is your type? I have to other friends and I'm sure either wouldn't mind going on a date with you." My draw dropped and I glanced at Mercedes to make sure I heard correctly. She couldn't be serious.

"She can't be serious!" I whispered to Mercedes.

"Umm well," He started. I had to intervene, this was all too much. Even for Rachel. I got up from my spot and walked over to them.

"Excuse me," I stepped next to Rachel "I'm sorry. Is she bothering you? She got off her leash; I'll take her away now." I grabbed her arm and started to pull her away when a hand on my arm stopped me. The lounge singer, whose name I still needed to find out, had stopped me and was now directing that smile at me. Oh, I could feel my heart melting.

"It's okay; she's not bothering me at all." His hand on my arm was radiating heat and it was all I could focus on. "I'm Blaine by the way." He let go of my arm and held out his hand. I reached out and shook it, relishing the moment. "Is it your first time in the city?"

"Kurt, and no, we were here last year with our school, but this is the first time just by ourselves." He nodded and took a sip of his drink. My head tilted to the side as I admired his profile.

"What are you doing working here?" Goddammit Rachel! "You are way too talented to be a lounge singer."

"Well thank you," He smiled at her "And it's just one out of a few other jobs I do. I work here for a few hours a night." Rachel smiled flirtatiously back at him and flipped her hair. She was still trying to get him; I rolled my eyes at her.

"Are you sure you don't want to go out with me?" Wow, she has got no game. Makes me wish I had a drink of my own to make it more bearable.

"Yes, I'm sure. You're a very pretty girl, just not what I'm looking for." Oh this poor man. Shaking my head, I grabbed Rachel's arm again.

"Come on Rachel, you'll only embarrass yourself more if we stay." Blaine laughed and went to take another sip of his drink.

"Oh I get it!" Rachel eyes got big as she turned to me. "Kurt he's gay." Blaine choked on his drink.

My draw dropped. "Rachel, just because someone doesn't want to go out with you doesn't make them gay. It just means they have good judgment, now come on." Gripping her arm tighter I pulled her away from the singer. Behind us I hear Mercedes come up and apologize again for Rachel's actions before joining us.

I pulled Rachel out of the lounge and towards the elevator. "Rachel, I can't believe you just did that. No means no, and just because he didn't want to date you doesn't mean he's gay. I still can't believe you said that right in front of him! We can never go back there." I felt so embarrassed.

Rachel pulled her arm out of my grip and stepped in front of me. "No, Kurt, you don't understand." I raised my eyebrow at her. "He is gay!"

"Rachel-"

"No, really! When he said I 'wasn't what he was looking for' he looked you. You! Like you were what he was looking for! Because he's gay!" She beamed up at me as if proud for her discovery.

"Rachel, he is not gay. He just doesn't like you!" Her face fell but she didn't stop.

"But Kurt! He looked-"

"He was probably trying to silently communicate to me to get you the hell away from him." I tried to step around her and go back to our room but was stopped, this time by Mercedes.

"Kurt, I think Rachel's right." Rachel nodded her head at and smiled, happy that Mercedes was on her side. "The entire time we were sitting in the back he was throwing looks over at us. Then when you went over to get Rachel away from him, he was totally checking you out. Rachel's right he totally was looking at you when he told Rachel she isn't what he wanted." My mouth felt dry. There is no way that was true. Blaine, the gorgeous lounge singer, was checking me out?

"You're both delusional." I stalked off back to our hotel room, leaving both of them behind. They could stay there and continue to believe whatever they wanted but I was going to get ready for bed. Tomorrow was going to be a big day and I refuse to be tired for it.

But once I was done getting ready for bed and Rachel and Mercedes had made it back to the room. I couldn't help but think about what they had said while I laid in bed. Was he checking me out? He couldn't have been! I need to get rid of these thoughts and just focus on the great day that tomorrow will be.

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