There are many reasons to love living alone. It's perfect for him; leaves him only having to worry about himself and not disturbing or being in anybody's way. Except for right now. Right now, his best friend, Rachel, sits at his dining table in the kitchen area after being kicked out of the loft she shares with his other friend, Santana.

Apparently, the both of them have a rule that when the other needs alone time with somebody, they will give it to them. That usually results in him having one of the girls over in his loft for several hours once or twice a week. In the past months, he's had Rachel over a grand total of eighteen times, while Santana has been over ten.

It's weird having your friend sit with you while the both of you know what's going on in the loft across the hall. To know your friend is getting laid is something he wishes he could do without. But on the other end, he wishes he could be that friend getting laid.

A week away from twenty and he's still the blushing virgin he was when he came to New York almost a year ago. He thought with a change of scenery men wouldn't see him as that ugly duckling he was always associated with being back home. But so far there's been no luck. He's just as unlucky in finding someone who is attracted to him here as it was back in Lima. Hundreds of miles away from his past and he's still that Kurt Hummel that can't get anybody. So, yeah, for once he wants to be the friend getting laid.

"Do you know who it is she's with?" he asks as he makes Rachel a cup of tea.

"Some girl she met at a club or something," Rachel replies, taking one of the cookies sitting on the plate Kurt set down a few moments before. "She meets these girls, sleeps with them, and then moves on like it's nothing. I don't get it." She takes a bite of the sugar cookie. "I've only been with two people, and she's been with god knows how many."

"It is okay for people to have casual sex, Rachel," Kurt tells her, sitting down across from her and sliding over the cup of tea. "If she's okay with what she does it's none of your business."

"I know." Rachel grabs the cup by the handle and lifts it to her mouth, blowing on the hot liquid before taking a sip. "But sex is important. She shouldn't just be sleeping around like that."

"She can do what she wants." Taking one of the cookies, breaking it in half, he takes a bite of it, noticing it needs something. "I know I really don't have say in this because I'm me, and a virgin, and it's not my body but hers, but it's her choice."

"Which reminds me," Rachel says.

Kurt groans as he knows where this is going. "I told you, Rachel," he says. "I've tried, but nobody seems interested; or they don't seem right."

"Have you really tried?"

"Yes," he half lies. In truth, after a few failed attempts he kind of just gave up at trying to lose his virginity. "But it hasn't worked out yet."

"How about I hook you up with this guy in my dance class," she suggests, eager smile on her face. "Hot, great body, even greater ass. Go out with him a few times and then sleep with him."

"No, thank you," he responds. Based on Rachel's history of thinking a guy was great for him, he's learned his lesson. "Besides, why's it such a big deal for you for me to get laid?"

"Because, I want you to know what you're missing out on," Rachel tells him.

"Well, it will happen...eventually." Letting out a small chuckle, he doesn't reveal to her what his present to himself for his twentieth birthday will be. Grabbing his cup, and another cookie, he stands up. "Come on," he says. "Let's watch a movie to pass the time."

~

Staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, fixing a strand of loose hair, seeing if his teeth are clean, and making sure there isn't anything on his face, Kurt takes a deep, steadying breath. He can see the nerves in his eyes, knows that's why his body slightly shakes.

After Rachel and Santana took him out to an early birthday dinner, telling them he had other plans so they had to have dinner early, he came back to his loft to get ready.

It was by pure coincidence he found out about the place. Three weeks before, while at work, he overheard one of the girls he works with talking with her friends during their lunch break. She went on and on about hiring an escort for some big party she had to attend, saying that the night with the guy was worth the money she had to pay. When she told her friends the name of the place where he worked, Kurt mentally filed it away. After he went home that night, curled up on his couch, he typed in the name in the search bar on Google. Clicking the link, he read up on the place and what they provided. Figuring this was the best way to go about losing his virginity, and seeing the costs, he saw no wrong in doling out a little cash on something he wanted.

That's how he finds himself looking himself over in his bathroom mirror. Seeing that everything checks out, he shuts off the light and walks out to the living room area of the loft. Too nervous to sit, he paces back and forth and constantly checks the time. Six-thirty was the time given to him, letting him know that's when he should expect his hired escort. Seeing it's ten minutes past that allotted time, he begins to wonder if he was conned or something.

Suddenly stopping when a knock on his door rings loud in the quiet loft, he tries to calm himself by taking a deep breath. Breathing in and then out, and doing it again, he walks over to the metal door. Sliding it open with more noise than he remembers, wondering if it's trying to announce to the whole building his plans for the night, thankful Rachel and Santana went out for the night, he stares at the handsome man that stands just outside his loft.

The first thing he notices about the guy is his warm, inviting hazel eyes shining bright as he smiles at him. He's the total opposite of what Kurt expected and pictured when the company said they had someone perfect for him. If under any other circumstances, he could never see himself talking to someone as good looking as this guy; and he couldn't picture the guy wanting to talk to someone like him. He figures that's the reason he had to pay to have this guy come over.

"Hi," he mumbles.

"Hello," the guy replies in a sexy, soft voice.

"I'm Kurt."

"I'm Blaine," the guy replies back. "Can I come in?"

"Sure...Yes." Stepping out of the way, watching Blaine walk past him into his loft, Kurt grabs the door and slides it shut, and somehow knowing this night is going to be memorable in many ways.