A short man with slicked hair, a fedora, and bowtie approached the bar. The man placed his hat on the table and ordered a drink without so much as looking up. The bartender slid it to him across the table. The man downed the drink, grabbed his hat and made his way over to an empty table.

He took a seat and his eyes scanned his surroundings. A few girls in slinky dresses were crowded around a man at a couch and men and women were scattered flirting amongst each other. A women with a smooth voice sang a familiar slow jazz tune up on stage.

“Blaine.” A man taller than Blaine walked up and sat down. He had perfectly coiffed chestnut hair, fare skin, and a soft face. He bit his lip and slid his foot across under the table meeting Blaine’s.

“Kurt I don’t think its safe to meet in public anymore and sneaking around is also too dangerous.” Blaine said with a stiff voice. He had thought about this a lot before tonight.