A/N: beta and cover art by fearlesslyandforeverklaine. Any issues with NYC or fashion related things just let me know. Thank you for reading! Disclaimer: Fox and RIB own all.

Chapter Four

The Friday morning before they go to the club…

Finally it was Friday, which meant that all the photos from the shoot were in, and Kurt could finally get them organized for the magazine. Friday also meant a night out, hopefully he could also meet someone, and he was curious who Dani would be bringing. Kurt was assuming it was either work friends, which she could easily blow off for a date or a best friend in case the date potentially bombed, she would have an out. At least that's what Kurt would do; lucky for him he had both in Santana.

One thing about today that he did not like was that he had to work with Chandler. Since he was one of the experts on the website, Kurt had to work with him, so everything about the magazine and the website went together. That meant an unknown amount of time spent with him, and it wasn't something that he could just say 'here you do your part, I'll do mine.'

It was only just past nine in the morning, he figured Chandler would be coming around roughly by ten, since that's when the photos normally arrived. Kurt wasn't planning on informing him they had arrived early, at 7:30. Kurt hoped to get as much as he could done, so less time he had to spend with Chandler.

Kurt was organizing the pictures into designer, then color schemes, and then whether it was supposed to go on the website or the magazine, and sometimes on both. He let his mind wonder about the possibilities of what would happen tonight. There was no way of knowing whether it would work out with Dani or not, he had barely said two words to her, but for Santana's sake he really hoped so. Santana had been fretting for the whole week or since Tuesday at least. She kept going on about her outfit, what they would talk about, if she should dance or not, does she mention she is a model? It was almost making his head spin. Kurt couldn't wait until this day was over, so he could finally see if it worked out tonight or not.

Kurt brought back his focus to the photographs, seeing how it was now 9:30. The spread he had, was actually from multiple photo-shoots; he had only been to two of them himself. They normally had a person responsible for onset design during photo shoots, but he had been sick the whole week. This would be the last design placement before it was turned in to Isabelle, so Kurt wanted to get everything right.

Soon there was a knock on his door, stopping, Kurt walked to the door, trying to put on a decent smile as he opened the door. Kurt was surprised, because not only was it Santana but that she actually knocked first. She rushed into the room; walking straight to his desk and moving to the drawer were he kept his stash of chocolate.

"Alright, Santan tell me what's wrong. I haven't seen you dive for the chocolate in at least a month."

"God Kurt, just shut up I need this okay!? I keep thinking about how stupid I was for not getting a phone number, I mean who does that? What if she like changed her mind or something? I could have heard the club name wrong and show up to the wrong place. She'll think I stood her up!"

Walking over to her, and taking the snicker bar from her, Kurt pulled her into a hug.

"You need to calm down; you've been going over all the same things since Tuesday. Sure maybe you should have gotten her number, but you can't really change that now. I don't think you got the wrong place, but on the chance that you did, you can probably find her at Starbucks again and explain what happened."

Santana returned the hug.

"Are you sure?"

Squeezing her, and then releasing so he could look into her eyes.

"Listen to me, everything will work out. Trust me; I have been through all of this, like probably every day this week. It'll work out."

"Right, I've got this, I know I do. Besides you are picking out my outfit, so what could go wrong?"

Kurt looked at her confusedly not knowing anything about doing that.

"What do you mean I'm picking out your outfit?"

"You always pick them out Kurt! Why would it change now?" Santana was starting to get flustered again.

"Wow, calm down okay. You haven't been on a date, that wasn't just a hook-up in probably the last six months, so excuse me for forgetting." This was going to cause problems, because Kurt had yet to actually pick out his own outfit, which maybe wasn't as important as Santana's, but he had a reputation to keep.

"Damn it Kurt, you can't keep doing this to me! I'm stressed enough as it is."

"Oh really, you're stressed out? I've been calming you down all week! You don't think that has been stressing me out, and I have work to do today! Work that doesn't involve standing around and wearing clothes."

"Are you really going there Hummel?" Santana had stopped looking so freaked out, and started to get a little bitchy. Which sure, Kurt hadn't exactly meant for that to happen, but he figured her being pissed off for a while might be good for both of them.

"Yes I am going there; I have to get these photos organized today. You have been going crazy all week, over the same things. It's already 10:30; I don't know where the hell Chandler is right now. I should be focusing on my job!"

For a second Santana looked a bit sheepish, but it went away fairly quickly.

"Well I may have ran into him and told him we had important things to talk about, that doesn't matter though. What does matter is the fact that you seem to think my job is so easy, when it is anything but!"

"Oh my God Santana, that is not what I said. I was implying that you don't actually have to focus much, especially right now, being as all you have to do today is run errands. So you'll have to excuse me if I'm more worried about what my job than yours."

Kurt didn't actually think this, well at least not always, he understood how hard it could be to model, and basically do intern work at other times. He needed Santana to focus of something else though, and it was easy to fight with her, especially when they usually would make-up by the end of the day.

Santana just huffed and walked out of the office.

"I do not need to deal with this today, when you stop being such a bitch, you can talk to me."

"Don't be jealous that you aren't as bitchy as me." Kurt yelled out the door.

He really hoped that this wouldn't back-fire and put Santana in a horrible mood for the night. It was unlikely, she didn't really hold grudges, and to be honest this happened probably once a week. Knowing that he had to get his work done, Kurt called up Chandler's phone and asked him to come up to his office when he was ready.

Unsurprisingly he knocked on the door within the next five minutes. Knowing who it was this time, Kurt just yelled. "Come in."

Looking up when the door opened, Kurt graced Chandler with a brief smile, at least trying to be nice. Chandler looked ecstatic to be there, which was how he always appeared to be in Kurt's presence, even when he was just getting files for Kurt. Chandler walked up to the table that Kurt had all the photos spread out on.

"Hi Kurt, I was going to bring you a coffee earlier, but Santana told me you guys had to talk about something first, so it got cold."

"That's fine, Chandler, thank you though. So getting to work, I have already sorted them a bit, by designer, type of product, and whether it will go in the magazine, website or both. Basically I need you to tell me how you plan to set the new theme to the site."

"I thought that you and Santana went over that on Tuesday?"

Kurt forgot about that excuse.

"Well, you see that was the plan, but something actually happened at the Starbucks and both of us may have gotten a bit distracted, never got around to discussing it." Hopefully the potential gossip factor would lead Chandler off topic.

"Oh, so what happened?" Chandler leaned in; clearly excited about hearing anything that had to do with Kurt.

Kurt leaned back from the table, and hoped that Santana didn't really mind being the gossip for the next week. Although knowing her, she would probably revel in it; he knew he would if the situation was reversed. Kurt figured he could embellish it a bit, make it seem bigger than it actually was, so he stepped to the other end of the table to both out some distance between them, and to lean on the against it.

"Well Santana has been eyeing this woman at Starbucks for probably the last month; she hadn't actually spoken to her yet, but knew she worked for the FBI based on the badge she always wore. Anyways, she dragged me down there with her Tuesday, and basically Santana ended up getting asked out. I mean personally I would have expected more, but hey the woman was gorgeous. Plus working for the FBI, she has to be intelligent."

"Oh wow, here I was thinking it was you." Chandler grinned at him.

Shit.

"Well you never know; it's also kind of a group thing, so I will be going out with them, and some friends of the woman." Kurt really hoped that would put him off, maybe he should find a boyfriend.

"Oh well, maybe you will meet someone." He looked a bit rejected, but not too much.

"Yeah, let's get to work though; we really need to get this handed in by one. I would actually like to leave early today if I can. Santana and I still need to find something to wear for tonight."

Chandler whipped his head up from the table in shock.

"You haven't picked out an outfit yet, neither of you?"

"Oh don't look so stressed, it's not like it's a date for me, and Santana didn't inform me until just an hour ago that I would be in charge of hers. Hence, the reason for needing to get this done, so back to work, please."

"Of course, sorry."

"It's fine, it's just Isabelle does need this soon. "

They got to work; there wasn't much talking going on, which Kurt was especially thankful for. Soon enough it was time for a lunch break, well technically it was late for one, seeing as it was two in the afternoon.

"Okay, so I am going to give you some money to get us some take-out really quick. I'm doing this, because we are almost finished but I absolutely have to eat right now. Get me a number three from the Chinese that's just on the corner. While you are out I'm going to go check on Santana. Chandler nodded to Kurt, leaving quickly.

Kurt was hoping Santana had calmed down some, at least enough not to out-right yell when he found her. It sucked a little that Santana didn't actually have an office, granted she didn't always have to be here either, so one wasn't really needed. To make it simpler Kurt decided to text her, maybe she would answer.

Hey, I want to talk. Where are you right now?-K

What Hummel? I don't have time for any more of your bitchy attitude-S

OMG would you stop, I just said I want to talk-K

Well maybe I don't want to talk-S

Well maybe I don't want to pick out your clothes for your date then-K

YOU WOULDN'T! You know how important this is to me-S

I can't believe you would even do something like that-S

Kurt please I don't know what to wear!-S

STOP-K

Damn girl calm down, I said I would. Just tell me where you are right now.-K

I'm in the 2nd floor break room-S

Kurt was amazed how fast Santana could switch between emotions. It didn't take more than five minutes to get to the break room. Kurt decided to peak in to try and gauge what kind of mood she would be in, he couldn't tell though, since she had her back to the door. Breathing deeply to steel himself for possible out-bursts Kurt walked into the room.

"Hey."

Santana turned around as soon as she heard him. Her face looked normal, no red eyes or splotchy cheeks, she even smiled at him.

"Hi." She whispered. Well now Kurt didn't really know what to think, she looked perfectly fine, but talked subdued. Kurt walked over to the table she was seated at, pulling out a chair across from her to sit in.

"So I'm sorry I implied your job was simple. Even though I'm sure it can be at times, I mean all you have to do is stand there and look pretty, which is easy for you." Kurt grinned at her, hoping to lighten the mood a bit.

"You do have a point, I always look gorgeous. Thank you though; I realize I have been stressing you out with all the crap I've been spewing for no reason. It's just been awhile." She looked up at him, wanting him to understand why she was like this about dates.

"I get that sweetie, I know you well enough by now, it has been ten years. Now I want you to try and not think about tonight for the rest of the day, I'm going to eat lunch with Chandler… Don't look at me like that; it's going to be in my office while we are working. I want to leave here about four, is that okay for you?"

Santana had smirked at him a bit when he mentioned lunch with Chandler.

"Yeah that's fine, I'm really not doing much today, I had to wear a few outfits earlier. Now it's just running back and forth when needed."

"Great I will come and get you when I'm finished then."

Kurt and Santana started to actively get ready for the evening around seven, having stopped for dinner, and then also going to a re-sale shop that Kurt had seen a broach he wanted to wear tonight. They had discussed outfit options for Santana over dinner, and they had a reasonable plan for what she was going to be wearing. Kurt's outfit wasn't meant to really make a difference, but he sure as hell wasn't just going to throw just anything on.

Stepping into the wardrobe room, which connected the two rooms, Kurt stepped over to Santana's side of the room. They had split it down the middle, it was completely necessary, although both of them had extra clothes in their respective rooms. They had decided to go with a simple dress and jacket ensemble. Flipping through the dresses multiple times, Kurt finally decided on Bebe lace up dress. Moving to the jackets, he knew he needed something colorful, so he went for the blue Armani Faux Moto jacket. The hard part was going to be deciding between stilettos and boots, both had pros and cons. Kurt considered just letting Santana decide, since she was going to be the one wearing them. He grabbed the Steve Madden heels, and was looking at the wedges when Santana came out of the shower.

"Okay so I got everything here for you, but I was going to let you decide on the shoes. I love how these wedges work with the jacket, but boots will do that too, plus draw to your legs. What do you think?"

"Give me the wedges, their easier to dance in and to get off." Santana smirked down at Kurt, where he was still looking at shoes.

"I seriously hope you do get laid tonight, after all this trouble I'm going through." Kurt smiled softly at her, letting her know he really didn't mind doing this.

"I know, thanks Kurt, I appreciate everything you do. Promise. Now I am going to get changed, while you make yourself look pretty too."

After Santana left the room, Kurt quickly made his way over to his clothes. This had to be his favorite part of going out, at least when it was just friends. He loved the picking out clothes part of the ordeal. He decided to go a little out-of-the-box tonight, so he picked his red H&M hand painted jeans, pairing it with H&M contrast stripe shirt. It was pretty warm outside, being September, so a jacket was unnecessary unless he was accessorizing with it, which he wasn't. Although a scarf would look lovely with it, but he bought that broach earlier. He went to his rack of scarves; maybe looking through them would help him decide. He decided on a printed H&M scarf, may as well just wear one designer. The shoes he was going to wear were just a simple black dress shoe.

Clothes decided; Kurt went to shower and do his hair. Even though neither one of them talked much while getting dressed, the time flew by. Of course both of them were also very high maintenance when it came to clothes, and what they looked like going out in public. While Santana was exactly a big model, she still was known by enough people that her going anywhere looking less than designer perfect she would be out of job so fast. Kurt was basically the same, though not as many people knew his face, he was more of an on paper person at the moment.

The next time Kurt looked at the clock it was ten till eleven, which he thought was when they were supposed to meet Dani. Realizing they could possibly be late, Kurt yelled into Santana's room.

"Hey aren't we supposed to be meeting up at eleven?"

Next thing Kurt heard was a crash and what he guessed was cursing in Spanish. Ten seconds later Santana came into his room, pulling on her wedges.

"Kurt please say you're ready, we should have already left by now! Why didn't I look at the damn clock?"

"Yeah pretty much, just putting a finishing touch on my hair" Kurt turned back to the mirror quickly, looking over his hair briefly and then down at his outfit deeming it acceptable, he turned to Santana. "Okay, I'm ready, let's go."

Pulling up the club on Google Maps, which he should have checked the distance before; Kurt found it was actually only a block away from their house. This was nice in more ways than one, first Kurt could drink as much as he wanted and wouldn't have to walk to far to get home, second on the chance this bombs, both him and Santana can get drunk and not worry about the distance.

"Good news, it's only a block away, so we won't be that late getting there."

"Yes that's good, but we still need to walk faster than this."

"Wait Santana, you don't want to do that."

Santana looked at him briefly, before turning back around and carrying on with her fast pace.

"Seriously, you will sweat under your boobs, and that's just not attractive."

"Shit, I hate when you're right." Santana slowed down, matching her pace to Kurt's now.

Kurt smiled smugly at here.

"I actually love it; you know you will thank me for this later." Kurt was about to ask if Santana knew who else was going to be there but remembered that she didn't know either. Mentioning it would more than likely just stress her out more.

Soon enough Kurt started to hear music, so he knew they were close, not to mention the line that was about 100 feet ahead of them now. The closer they got, the shakier Santana got, and he knew she was looking for Dani, so he tried to as well, hoping his height advantage would help a little. He did get a little distracted when he noticed a cute short guy check him out, but soon went back to searching.

"Hey look, she's right there."

Funnily enough, that cute short guy happened to be standing by Dani he was extremely well dressed too. They walked up to the two, and proceeded to introduce each other, 'cute short guy' turned into 'extremely gorgeous guy' who then turned out to be named Blaine. Honestly the guy was wearing a bow-tie, how does he pull off sexy like that? Kurt was used to gorgeous guys, what with being in the fashion industry, but this was like adorable gorgeous! It's like a completely different perspective.

Deciding that he just had to get to know Blaine, Kurt linked elbows with him and brought him into the club. The music inside was loud, playing some pop tune that Kurt really wasn't interested in, he brought them to the bar, both to get drinks, and hoping it was a bit quieter. Arriving at the bar, Kurt placed an order for his drink, and asked for Blaine's.

"So Blaine, are you an agent too? Is Dani one? I don't think Santana actually knew that for sure."

Blaine looked down a bit, clearly surprised about the attention, though Kurt wasn't really sure why, he had to get offers all the time.

"Dani is an agent yes; I am actually a Cyber Intelligence Analyst. This is not anything to do with the CIA by the way."

"I assume you get that a lot then? What is it exactly, I thought I was joking about the being smart thing, but apparently not."

They got interrupted by the bar-tender bringing their drinks over, Kurt was surprised when Blaine downed his and then asked for another, but hey if the guy wanted to drink, Kurt had no problems with that.

Blaine cleared his throat a bit before answering.

"Basically I look for potential threats in the system, and then find them and take them out. Lots of computer work, it's actually kind of boring, and I don't see the sun that much. What do you do?"

For the first time Kurt was more interested in talking about someone else's career than his own. He didn't think anyone could blame him; FBI stuff had to be fascinating to more than just him.

"It's not really that interesting, but I do fashion merchandising for Vogue."

Blaine choked on his drink for a bit when he heard what Kurt did for a living.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes sorry, it's just that sounds like the best job, I don't think I could do anything like it of course. Right after college I tried to get a job at a fashion house for IT, hoping I could get insider stuff on trends,"

Kurt started laughing.

"I. Why are you laughing? I guess it is kind of stupid…"

"Oh God no, sorry! I was just thinking before how awesome your job sounds, and here you are thinking the same about mine. It's like fate!"

Blaine smiled at that, which Kurt was thankful for, really not wanting to have offended him by laughing. They continued talking through the next two rounds of drinks, Blaine already feeling buzzed leaning towards actually being drunk. Kurt was able to hold his alcohol a little better.

"So I have to ask, are you a work friend or a best friend?" Kurt was curious about how Dani thought the date would go. He could see the confusion on Blaine's face, and then rethought his question. "Sorry, I mean are you the possible friend she could blow-off, or the friend that was going to help her drown her sorrows."

"Oh! Well I guess it's a little of both, because I told her she could do either. I assume you are the same with Santana, you guys seem really close."

"You got that out of the whole two minute interaction we all had together?"

Blaine blushed a bright red, which was just both adorable and hot; Kurt really didn't know what was going on with that. "I'm just kidding. Yes, Santana and I went to high school together, we've known each other more than ten years. Lived together for most of them too, not in any kind of risqué fashion though, both of us are 100% gay."

Blaine blushed again, and ran his fingers through his hair, which had been gelled down before. Now Kurt could tell it was curly, and boy did he have the urge to run his fingers through them.

"That's, um, good to know. I'm sure Dani will be happy about that, speaking of I wonder how they are doing right now."

Having been distracted by his hair fantasy, Kurt took a second to reply.

"I'm sure they are perfectly fine, let's order another round."

"You're not worried about them?" Blaine looked genuinely worried about this.

"Not in the slightest, I know exactly what Santana would do if she's not enjoying herself. I have been in this position before, well maybe not this exact position, but close enough."

"What's different about this time?"

"Oh well, this time I also get to talk to someone gorgeous." Kurt will be honest, and say he really said that to see if Blaine would blush, which he did. It's not like it's not true though.

"Thank you, um you are too." Blaine said this looking up throw his eyelashes, and if Kurt was less of a gentleman, he would have probably tried to grope him for that. Since Kurt wasn't exactly perfect either he decided to tease him a bit.

"You're not sure about that?"

"No! Of course you are, sorry I just, you really are."

Kurt giggled a little, finally starting to feel the alcohol some too.

"Don't worry Blaine; I'm just teasing you a bit."

They continued to talk about all kinds of things, the latest fashion trends, some of the things Blaine had run across while working. The fact that both of them had lived in Ohio, and had done show choirs, yet somehow still hadn't met. They went through four more drinks a piece, well on the way to be completely plastered, when Blaine jumped up.

"Oh Kurt, come dance this is one of my favorite songs, and it never plays." Kurt listened to what was playing, but couldn't place the song.

"What is it?"

Blaine stopped a second, blushed again, which caused Kurt to think a little dirtily.

"Well, don't laugh at me, but it's One Direction."

Kurt wasn't able to not laugh, he really could not believe how adorable Blaine was, and next thing he was going to find out that he had a teddy bear.

"I'm so sorry, but that is just the cutest thing!" There he goes again, blushing, he really should stop that. "You have got to stop blushing Blaine, its making me have dirty thoughts." Unsurprisingly Blaine blushed at that.

Kurt got up, almost falling over, Blaine steadied him. "Okay, c'mon, let's go dance to your song."

At that Blaine turned into Kurt, leaning on his shoulder laughing. "That's the name of the song!"

Kurt didn't really get how it was that funny, but hey alcohol did make everything more hilarious. Kurt dragged the laughing Blaine to the middle of the dance floor. He put his hands on Blaine's hips, pulling him closer. Blaine had his kind of tucked into Kurt's shoulder, he could feel Blaine's lips moving against him.

"Are you singing?"

"Yeah, I really love this song, and it's been awhile since I've heard it." Blaine was leaning in really close, trying to be heard over the music, he started to sing the lyrics to Kurt.

Kurt actually thought the lyrics were a bit perfect for right now, because he was really enjoying dancing with Blaine. Soon enough the song changed, though it was more or less the same rhythm so it didn't really affect their dancing. Kurt briefly thought of Santana, but seeing as he hadn't seen her or felt his phone vibrate, he figured everything was going good.

They danced to a few more songs, occasionally Kurt would have to push off men that came up behind Blaine. He didn't seem to be aware that it was happening, which surprised Kurt. Maybe Blaine was more oblivious to his look than Kurt thought. Deciding he needed another drink, Kurt tapped on Blaine's hand and motioned to the bar, Blaine nodded. Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and pulled him off the dance floor.

Getting to the bar and flagging down a bartender, Kurt turned to Blaine, who was just kind of staring at Kurt. It was really flattering, and amazing, because Kurt had this feeling that Blaine was going to be special to him.

"Are you having fun?"

Blaine grinned at him, letting out a little giggle.

"Yes, this has been great! I'm going to have to thank Dani for this I think."

"Me too." Kurt grinned back, he was glad they had similar feelings about this. Their drinks arrived, and both drank quickly. Kurt was surprised when Blaine grabbed him, and pulled him back to the dance floor but Kurt wasn't going to complain.

Deciding that since Blaine was being a little bolder he was going to be, Kurt pulled Blaine into him so that Blaine's leg was in-between his. He felt Blaine's throat hitch, but he didn't stop him. Everything was bright and loud, Kurt felt really good, dancing here with Blaine, he considered kissing him, maybe taking him home. But really they seemed to really click, and if Kurt learned anything, one-night-stands weren't all they were crack up to be. Besides that could make things awkward if things went well for Santana. Thinking of her, Kurt decided to check the time. When he pulled his arm away to get his phone Blaine raised his head, looking at Kurt curiously. Kurt smiled at him to let him know nothing was wrong.

"Just checking the time." It was already almost closing time; they would probably be calling for last-call soon. "Do you want another drink? It's almost four, so they are probably doing last-call."

Blaine tilted his head, but then shook it.

"No I'm good, can we dance more?" He blushed again asking this, and Kurt couldn't turn down those eyes. They danced until the lights came on, which was about fifteen minutes later. Kurt went to the bar to pay the tab, Blaine followed him.

"Um, I kind of forgot about the tab, how much do I owe you, or did you do separate ones? It's been awhile since I've went out drinking." Blaine said a little bashfully, ducking his head as he said it.

"Nothing, I want to pay." Kurt really hoped Blaine wouldn't argue, he figured he made more, but only because he heard government jobs didn't pay much.

"Okay, but next time I get to pay?"

Kurt nodded at him, turned around to take his card and sign, he grinned inwardly, because Blaine both wanted to meet again, and he kind of asked. Handing the receipt to the bartender Kurt turned to Blaine and grabbed his hand.

"Let's go outside, maybe find the girls, have you checked your phone?"

Blaine reached into his pocket, to presumably get his phone. He spent a minute looking at it.

"Yes, Dani texted me, and they went back to Santana's about an hour ago."

"Oh, well that's good news! I guess I'll be wearing headphones tonight." Kurt smirked a little looking at Blaine, waiting to see if he would blush at that. He did.

When they got outside Kurt turned to Blaine. "I had fun tonight, I'm glad we met each other."

"Yeah me too, it was really great! The dancing, talking, just you know, all of it, you're really nice too." Blaine blushed a bit, realizing he had run on a bit.

"Thank you, I think so too. Do you want to exchange numbers?"

"Yes, please." Blaine handed his phone over for Kurt to put his number in. Kurt did the same with his phone.

"Great, I will contact you soon." Kurt smiled at Blaine one more time before walking off in the direction of home. He had sobered up enough to be able to walk semi straight, and he wasn't too worried about getting home safely. That thought made him stop though, thinking Blaine had been a little more drunk, and Kurt didn't know how far he lived. Turning back around Kurt went to go find Blaine; he spotted him leaning against the wall. Thinking that he was sick he hurried to get to him, but on closer inspection, Kurt realized that he Blaine was smiling down at his phone. Kurt kind of hoped it was because of getting his phone number, so he decided to text him and see.

Hey this is Kurt, just had a thought. I didn't know how far you lived, are you okay getting home? –Kurt

Blaine smile got bigger all of a sudden, and that made Kurt giddy. This had to be fate, because Blaine was just too perfect for it to be anything else.

Hi Kurt. Yes I will get a cab, thank you though for thinking of me. –Blaine

Okay, good. Stay safe and I'll talk to you soon. Goodnight. –Kurt

Knowing that Blaine was going to be okay, Kurt turned around to head home. This was a really good night, and he knew it would only get better with Blaine. Kurt smiled when he felt his phone vibrate again.

Goodnight Kurt. –Blaine