"Guys, come on. This isn't a good idea. Let's just go. You had your fun, let's just go. Please!" Blaine begged. It was his 29th birthday and the girls weren't letting up.I have work in the morning for gosh sakes.

Santana spun around on her heel and grinned at him. It wasn't a normal grin, it was sneaky and mischievous. "Come on, Blainey-boy. You never get out. We just wanna show you a good time." She slurred. Blaine's shoulders slumped and he sighed in defeat. He'd lost the battle before it started.

Quinn grabbed his hand and dragged him down the dimly lit street. "Besides, we were invited. It'll be fun." She purred. Blaine began to wonder if he liked Quinn better when she was Bible thumping. She'd turned into a bit of a wild child since her parents disowned after she came out.

The girls began to run towards the seedy club that they'd been handed a flyer for. Blaine didn't want to go in there. Who knew what kind of people would be inside. "I just don't think it's a good idea." He huffed as he was dragged down the street. "I mean, what do you know about the guys that handed you that card? They could be murderers or rapists."

"Look Blanderson, all I need to know is the guy that handed me that card was smoking and he had a bad bitch with him. I wants to get my eye candy on, so move it." His friend barked. There was more fear of Santana in his body than there was fear of the possible rapist or murderer that could be waiting for him.

The young pharmacist–yes, he pushed pills for a living- sighed and allowed himself to be dragged to the growing line. They made their way to the back and waited patiently. "Xcelerate. What kind of name is that? And why are there only girls in this line? Santana," he whined, "I don't want to be here. You guys go in, I'll just see you two at home."

Quinn pouted. "Come on, Curly, it'll be fun. Besides, the guys that gave us the flyer said there were even guys here for you. It'll be fun." Blaine was a sucker for the blonde's pout. Her eyes looked so sad and she always looked to be on the verge of tears. "Please."

"Uggg..fine! I'll go in for you guys, but I'm not watching. We're sitting in the back and I'm playing on my phone until you guys are done creaming yourselves over slutty dancers with no moral code." The girls nodded in unison; a sign that they'd accepted Blaine's terms.

The line moved slowly until the trio was at the front. The bouncer looked them up and down before moving the velvet rope.He didn't even check our ids. This is obviously a very unprofessional establishment.

The lighting in the club was of low quality. Blaine could barely see where he was walking. As he pushed through the crowd of middle aged women and bulky men, Blaine regretted his decision. They were like animals. The women were running around and laughing loudly while the men catcalled at the dancers on stage. One even stopped to ask if he was a performer. The young man blushed profusely and informed that he was not. He then proceeded to beg his friends to let him ditch. No such luck.

The trio found a table near the back, in a relatively barren section of the club, and sat down. "Come on, guys. It's my birthday. I think I'll enjoy being at home more than I'll enjoy being here." Quinn rolled her eyes.

"No you won't. You'll sit around sulking about Jeremiah. That's why we brought you out tonight. We hate seeing you sulk most of the time, but it kills us to see you sulk on your birthday. So, enjoy yourself. There should be plenty of man candy here to hold your attention; right Santana?"

The Latina nodded absently. Something had caught her attention. "Yeah. Right. Hey, I'm going to go get us some drinks. I'll be right back." She announced; seemingly out of the blue. Quinn and Blaine exchanged looks and then watched their friend walk away.

Santana pushed her way through the crowd until she was backstage. It was almost as grody as the front of the club was.Ewww.She pushed the thought aside, however. She had to find the dancer she'd just seen peer from behind the curtains. Blaine was one of her best friends in the world and she wanted him to enjoy himself. She knew that only the doe eyed angel with the pale skin and chestnut hair could make that happen. So, she searched.

"What are you doing back here?" She heard someone shriek. She turned around to meet a preppy looking brunette in a school girl get up. She wore a tiny apron over her outfit and a name tag that read 'Raven'.Fake name.

"I'm looking for someone." Santana offered. She was nonchalant about being caught and she made it known. A midget waitress wasn't going to distract her from her mission.

"But you can't be back here. It's completely unprofessional for you to be back here. You have to leave!" 'Raven' insisted.

"Listen, midget, I don't know how these things work, I'm obviously too classy to have insider knowledge like you do, but I've got cash and I want a man to dance for my friend." The girl, 'Raven', visibly shrank. She looked put off by Santana's implications that she wasn't classy.

"Ummm....well, I'll take you to Will. He can help you." The girl's eyes didn't meet Santana, but she walked the Latina further back stage none the less.

Rachel hated her job. Waitressing in a filthy strip club in the middle of Ohio wasn't what she'd expected for her life. After the accident that took the lives of both of her father's, Rachel was left with only her best friend; who'd also lost a parent in the accident.

The day that she realized that she wasn't going to take New York by storm was the day she realized that she couldn't keep living off Kurt and the life insurance check he received every month. It was also the day she'd gone out and gotten the first job she could; as a cashier in a fast food restaurant. Apparently, mothers with children hung around their ankles didn't like being preached to about the wonders of Veganism. Rachel lost her job a week later.

After a few days of crying on the couch, Kurt approached Rachel with an offer. "It's not ideal, but it'll get us to New York." Rachel's ears perked. New York was the only thing she had to hold on to.

Her friend explained how he'd gotten his job and what he did. Rachel gasped at the thought. Kurt was a dancer. It was so...not Kurt. When he explained that he didn't have to touch anyone and no one got to touch him, Rachel relaxed a bit. "But, I don't think I can do that, Kurt; born performer or not."

"That's the beauty of it. They don't need any women dancers right now. They do, however, need gorgeous women waitresses right now. Guys and girls come to watch the shows, so they like to have all types of nice things for them to look at; ya know." Kurt explained. Rachel was still apprehensive. She didn't know the first thing about waiting tables.

"Listen, all you have to do is serve drinks to a bunch of drunk, horny housewives and motorcycle guys. They'll tip you and you'll come home. Then, we'll pay bills and put money aside to get out of this place. Come on, it's what all of our dads would have wanted. I mean, they wouldn't have wanted us to do it this way, but they always supported our dreams to go to New York. They wouldn't want us to stay here."

It was true. Burt Hummel and Hiram and LeRoy Berry always supported the HummelBerry –as the three parents called them- dreams to go to The Big Apple. After much pestering, Rachel relented. She went to the club to fill out an application and she started that evening. She was given a week's worth of previously unworn, skimpy outfits and a new name; Raven. She hated being Raven. She hated the way some of the customers leered at her.Guys aren't as bad as some of the ladies in here. I'm not a piece of meat.

As with any other night, the girl shook off the degrading feeling that sat in her stomach, and walked backstage. She needed to get away. So, she left her tables in the capable hands of another server, 'Nikia', and made her exit. She thought she was in the clear until saw that she saw someone in front of her; a patron. It was her duty, as a member of the wait staff, to keep customers where the belonged, in the front of the club. No one was allowed back stage unless invited. She was certain that this person had no invitation. So, she spoke.

The woman was irritable and stand offish. She explained that she wanted to buy a dance for a friend. Rachel was all ears. If she took him customer to Will, then she'd get a cut of the fee that the dancer and the club would receive. She was more than happy to take the customer to Will.

The walked in a relative silence to the manager's office. "Do you know which performer you want?" Rachel asked, quietly.

"I saw one, but I need to know if they're willing to dance for another dude." The customer replied. Rachel had a quick reply for this response.

"This club is very innovative. Our guys and dolls are willing to dance for guys and dolls." Rachel wore a stage smile that earned her from an eye roll from the customer.

"Whatever, Liza. Anyways, back to your question, I don't know his name, but he was kind of tall and skinny. He was also really white. He kind of looked like a vampire." Rachel stopped walking. Tall. Skinny. Pale as a sheet.This girl wants Kurt. What kind of friend am I? I'm about to pimp out my friend for a few extra dollars to put in our New York jar.Rachel shook the thought away. Kurt would do it to her if the tables were turned. New York was that important.

"Well, this is Will's office. I'll go in and tell him what you want." Rachel quickly slipped through the door and left the girl standing in the hallway.

"Will, may I speak with you?" She asked in her most innocent tone. Will was a middle aged business man with an eye for sexually harassing his employees. The less likely an encounter could perceived as sexual, the less likely it was to become sexual.

"What, Raven? Can't you see I'm busy?" The man was playing with his phone. Rachel rolled her eyes. She hated her job.

"There's a woman outside that wants Kur-Kalvin to dance for her friend. She looks like she's willing to pay a decent amount." Rachel watched as the manager set his phone down. She waited for him to reply, but he didn't. He simply stared at her.

"Well...are you going to let her in or are you going to stand there and waste my damn time?" Rachel jumped at the outburst and turned to open the door. The less time she had to spend in the office with him, the better.

Santana waited impatiently in the hallway while 'Raven' spoke with her boss.Really, because who needs that much time to take my damn money?Eventually, the office door opened and Santana was let in. She was greeted by a smug looking business man sat behind a desk. "Come in, come in."

Santana rolled her eyes, her patience already worn thin, and walked into the room. Raven excused herself and walked out at that moment. "So, you wanted to-"

"Listen, all I want to do is throw some change around so one of ya' boys will work my friend right. Give me a price, I'll pay it, then I'm gone."

The man sat back and grinned at the woman. She already hated his grin. It's just so smug. I should smack that grin off his face. "Raven told me you have your eyes on Kalvin. He's one of our top earners. It'll cost you a pretty penny."

"Listen," patience was no longer a word in her vocabulary, "I asked you to name a price. My boy is worth it." Will nodded and shot out a number. After the initial shock wore off, the man spoke. Santana simply pulled out her wallet. Her daddy was a dentist and he sent her money from time to time. She could live without a new Gucci bag if I made Blaine smile.

Will's eyes bugged out at the sight of Santana counting notes. "Now, I think you're running game on me and that your guy's lap dance probably isn't worth this much. But, I'm going to trust you. I'm going to trust that your dancer is going to blow my boy's mind and I'm going to trust that I won't have to come back here and kick your other foot into that grave. Got it?" The man nodded and recounted the money on his desk.

Santana turned to leave but was called back. "What's your friend's name. Ya know, so I can tell my guy."

"Blaine." She replied before she made her way back to the front.

Blaine sat at the table staring at his phone. Just after Santana left, he got an email from Jeremiah.

Hey B,

Just wanted to see how you're doing. I'm glad we decided to stay friends after the divorce because I need someone to gush to. I think I've met someone. He's amazing; almost as amazing as Paris itself. I hope you're doing well.

TTYL,

Jer.

Blaine huffed. Why had Jeremiah even bothered to contact him? The young man grabbed the first server he saw. "Anything, give me anything." The girl smiled and walked away. That's when he noticed Santana coming back; a pleasant smile perched on her lips. "Where were you?" He asked as he slid his phone in his pocket.

The girl purposely ignored his question in favor of whispering in Quinn's ear. The smile that slowly formed on the blonde's lips let him know they were up to something. "Blaine, why don't we move closer?" She asked. The pharmacist cocked his head to the side. Why do they want to do something like that?

"I don't think-"

Santana cut him off. "Come on. Don't make me drag you." Her threat shook him. He may have been strong, but his friend was stronger; much stronger. Reluctantly, the young man let the girls drag him to towards the stage. There was a young woman working a pole to 'When I Grow Up' by the Pussycat Dolls. It felt so cliché.

"Guys, I don't want to watch this girl shake her money maker." The young man complained. He pulled his glasses off and wiped the fog away. There was a large group that had gathered around the stage and the abundance of bodies made the room heat up. Not my ideal situation. He thought.

The song ended and the dancer grabbed her top before exiting the stage. "And that was Everyone's favorite naughty dancer, Lucy Caboosey. Next up...." The MC stopped speaking to the audience and held a hand over the microphone. After a quick conversation with someone behind him, he continued, "for your viewing pleasure, please welcome, Kalvin Climbs." Men and women alike started shouting and cheering at the stage. Blaine was at a loss. He'd never been to an establishment of such but he knew a crowd favorite when he heard one. The audience let it be known who their favorite was.

The velvet curtain began to raise and Blaine was front and center for a pair of dress shoes. Perched atop those shoes was a pair of the most stunning legs the pharmacist had ever seen. The curtain continued to rise and, Blaine finally saw what the audience was excited about. There, as if he'd walked out of a dream, stood a man with sultry look on his face and a finely cut suit that clung to his body. "Heeyyyyyyy." The man's voice came out high pitched and playful. The audience ate it up. they all shouted and hooted in response. "We're gonna do something different today." Again, shouts and hollers sounded through the smoky room.

Blaine watched as the man strutted back and forth across the stage. He salivated at the way the pants outfit clung to the man's curves.He is pretty attractive and he's just....walking around begging to be stared at. It wouldn't hurt to look. Everyone else is.

"So, a little kitty told me that there's a birthday boy in the room." The sound of Santana and Quinn's shouts could be heard over those of the other patrons.They wouldn't."And that same little kitty told me that he likes when boys dance for him." The men, in particular, went wild. Blaine scowled at his friends because they had. "So...I'd like this birthday boy to come up on stage, because I'd love to dance for him."

Through the eruption of cheers, Santana and Quinn began to shout and point. "HE'S RIGHT HERE! HE'S RIGHT HERE!" The girls chimed in unison. Blaine shrank in his seat when the dancer's eyes landed on him. Gosh, he's beautiful but, no. I can't. I'm not that kinda guy. He quickly held up his hands and shook them along with his head.

"No. NO. I'm not...I can't" He said when he had the performer's attention. The performer's eyes widened and he poked his bottom lip out. He looked young; too young.

"Awww....he doesn't want me to dance for him." The dancer pouted. The boos were deafening.

"Asshole, you made him sad." Someone shouted. Blaine looked towards his friends for confirmation that someone indeed had just called him an asshole for turning down a dance with a stripper. Santana didn't notice his gaze because she was trying to drag him out of his seat.

"I paid for this, Anderson, so get up there and let that boy do whatever he wants to you." She grunted while trying to lift his dead weight.

Quinn's approach was far less aggressive. "Oh, Blaine, it's just one dance. He's not going to hurt you and it'll be good for you to let loose for a bit. You're so rigid since Jeremiah left." That caught his attention. What was Jeremiah doing at that moment?He's probably poking around inside some young French boy.

Blaine stood of his own volition. If Jeremiah could go out and have fun, then so could he. The birthday man –I'm not a boy anymore- smoothed away the imaginary wrinkles in his slacks and adjusted his glasses. He then began the shameful walk towards the stage.

Kurt's eyes lit up when he saw the man walk towards the stage. The man was good looking and more put together than most of the guys that frequented the club to see him. He was a little shorter than the dancer but his arms were more defined.I wonder if he's got abs. I love abs. Abs are-

The thought was cut off when Kurt realized how close the man was to the stage. He waved him forward and then patted the chair that had been carried on stage by a stage hand. "Come on, I don't bite." He said into the microphone. "Unless you want me to." As usual, the crowd applauded. They ate his implied innocence up.

The room went silent as Blaine stepped onto the stage. The man looked childlike with his wide eyes and too short pants. From the top up, it was a different story. There was a tiny hint of gray that streaked through the man's gelled hair and his dress shirt clung to him in all the right places. Kurt pointed to the seat again and the man sat down. "So, cutie, what's your name?" He held the microphone to the man's lips and waited for a response.

"B-Blaine."I like that name.

"Well, B-Blaine, why don't you tell us a bit about yourself. How old are you today?" He purred. Two girls in the front row went crazy. Kurt could only suffice that they were the friends that purchased the dance.

"Ummm...29." Blaine responded. His voice was timid but clear.

Kurt cocked his hip to the side and leaned an elbow on the back of the chair. He knew he was crowding Blaine's space, but that was part of his job. He got paid to crowd space. " What do you do for a living?" He purred.

"I'm a...um...pharmacist." Kurt looked towards the DJ booth and Artie played the opening line of a song that suited Blaine's answer. Artie was a music connoisseur and he had a song or a set of lyrics for every occasion.

I'm your pusher...

The crowd, once again, went crazy. Most of them probably hadn't heard the song in years. Kurt looked back to Blaine when the music stopped. "Well, Mr. Pharmacist, I don't think you're going to need any Viagra tonight, because I'm going to be all the drug you need." Kurt passed the microphone to a stage hand and queued the music.

With quick strides, the performer walked to the front of the chair and stared down at his customer.He's in for it. He'll be begging me for more.Kurt swayed along with the opening bars of the song.

Love is like a bomb, baby, come on get it on

Liven' like a lover with a radar phone

He dropped his hips from side to side and made his belly dance. Usually, the performer danced with his eyes closed –he liked to feel the music-but something told him to open them. When he did, he saw the swift movement of a tiny pink tongue gliding across Blaine's lips. He liked what he saw.

Kurt continued to rub his hands across the tailored suit through the remnants of the opening lines. When the chorus hit, the performer dropped down into an unexpected split.

Take a bottle, shake it up

Break the bubble, break it up

Blaine watched the performer drop down into a split in awe. He'd never seen a man, woman, or child perfect the move in such a way. From his spot on the ground, the dancer threw his leg over until he was rolled onto all fours. And he was crawling and...oh man.He's going to eat me alive.

Kalvin crawled to the chair but stopped right in front of Blaine's legs. The dancer sat up on his knees and ran his hands along Blaine's thighs. They shook on contact. Blaine hadn't been touched in so long. He'd missed it. Kalvin slid his hands between the trembling thighs. Slowly, he parted them until there was just enough space for him to sit between them.

Just as quickly as they came, the hands were gone. Blaine looked down and noticed that the performer was rubbing his hands –I bet their soft-along the line of buttons on the blazer he was wearing. Slowly –so slowly- he popped the buttons. Once they were all popped, Kalvin turned away to shoot a sultry look at the audience, and then shouldered off the jacket. Blaine saw a black blur of fabric fly off stage but he didn't see where. His attention was on the man slithering up his body. Just as languidly as he'd dropped to the floor, the man was sliding up his body.He's like a snake.

Kalvin grabbed the back of the chair and hopped onto Blaine's lap; legs straddling the customer's thighs.

I'm hot, sticky, sweet

From my head to my feet, yeah

Breathe control was key. If Blaine could control his breathing, then he could get through the performance without cumming on himself or passing out. Breathe control wasn't an option, however, once Kurt started to grind in his lap. Each thrust of the dancer's hips timed perfectly with the music. It was delicious.

Without a thought, Blaine lifted his hands to Kalvin's waist. "Uhhh...uhhh. No touching." The pale man purred into the pharmacist's ear. Blaine's hands retracted immediately and fell to his side. Kalvin smiled down at him but didn't stop moving. Instead, along with the tempo of the song, his gyrations increased. Kalvin's hands slid up and down Blaine's chest before moving to touch his own. The boy played with the buttons on the shirt for a moment before he began to open them; one at a time.

You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little

Tease a little more

Easy operator come a knockin' on my door

The dancer shouldered the shirt and Blaine was met with the most beautiful expanse of pale skin he'd ever seen. Kalvin was so beautiful. His chest was lightly toned but not too muscular. His nipples were strawberry pink and they looked absolutely scrumptious. Blaine never wanted to run his tongue across a bare chest more than he wanted to at that moment.

Blaine's head lulled backwards a bit and he was suddenly face to face with the dancer. He'd been very observant of the performer's body; so much so that he'd neglected to realize how beautiful the man's face was. His lips were a bubble gum shade of pink and plump. They were made for kissing. His nose was buttoned with a slight upturn. It was made to be kissed. But his eyes, Kalvin's eyes were an unusual mix of greens, blues, grays, and golds that Blaine had never seen before. Jeremiah had beautiful eyes, but there wasn't an adjective that would do Kalvin's eyes justice. For a moment, Blaine felt like he was looking into the sun; so much so that he had to look away.

Then it was gone. The weight in his lap, the hands on his body, it was all gone. Half bare, Kalvin was standing in front of him, swaying to the beat. Blaine knew the song and the climax was coming. It was so close to being over and dare he say, he was disappointed.

Take a bottle, shake it up

Break the bubble, break it up

Pour some sugar on me

Oooh, in the name of love

Pour some sugar on me

C'mon fire me up

Kurt ripped his pants off to reveal a pair of bright orange boy shorts. The pants flew off stage and Kalvin was on him again. This time, however, he wasn't facing Blaine. He faced the audience. Kurt bounced around in Blaine's lap in a way that drove the man wild. He shimmied and swayed along with the music until it died down.

Then, once again, the feeling was gone. The music stopped and Kurt stood up. The dancer took a bow, something Blaine hadn't anticipated. He looked like an actual performer and not just a dancer at a club.

His senses came back quickly, for the first time since he'd walked on stage, Blaine noticed the audience and, more specifically, he noticed the tightness of his pants. A blush crept up his next.Really, really?In a fit of embarrassment, Blaine darted off stage. Not before hearing Santana shout something that sounded like 'Don't be a bitch, Anderson. Take it off'. He was mortified.

Rachel stood just behind the curtain with Kurt's clothes in her hands. She'd grabbed them all as he tossed them off for his routine. Once the curtain was down, she began to make her way to clean up from the show. There wasn't much to do. She simply had to remove the chair and mop up any sweat.

On her way, she noticed the customer hustle past her. "There are bathrooms in the hall if you need to...ya know." The man stopped in his tracks and turned to her. His blush intensified and he scurried away.How the hell does Kurt do that to them? My little baby penguin.The girl shrugged and continued on her way. There was no use thinking about it; she had before and she never found an answer.

"We're freaking leaving. I'm not staying here. I can't believe you guys did that to me." Blaine shouted fifteen minutes later when he made his way back to their table. The girls didn't need to know that he'd spent a bit of time releasing himself in the restroom to the thought of the long legs and full lips that he'd just had sat in his lap.

"Oh....don't be mad. We just wanted you to have a good time." Santana whined. Her pleas to stay fell on deaf ears. Blaine advised the girls that he'd driven and that he'd leave them if they didn't follow him. The girls complied immediately.

Weeks went by and Kurt didn't think about Blaine once. He was too busy trying to make money. A debt collector had contacted him a few days after that particular night and needed money to settle one of his father's old debts. He'd spent a majority of his savings trying to save the deceased man's credit. So, he was back at square one.

If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't want to dance when he got to New York, he would have quit school. Cosmetology wasn't the most lucrative career, but it paid bills. It also didn't require taking his clothes off. So, Monday mornings through Friday mornings, he went to class and Sunday through Sunday, he worked at the club. It didn't help, however. It was hard to replace years of savings in a few weeks. He was stuck.

Rachel already had her half of the money but, it seemed that he was going to need a miracle to get his half. He was determined to do it, however. He didn't have much time left in college, so he could work more once he finished. There was no way he was staying in Lima past the end of the year.That's 4 months. I'll bust my ass and we'll be out of here. We're getting out of Ohio.

"No, Mr. Jenkins, this is a blood pressure medication. It won't give you an erection." Blaine sighed. Mr. Jenkins was a regular customer at the Lima General Pharmacy and they had the same conversation every time the man visited. Quinn, his relief pharmacist, thought it was funny. Blaine thought it was annoying.

"Now, hol' on youngin', what if I want one? I mean, I'm 67 year ol'. My body don't work like it used to." Blaine rubbed a tired hand over his face. Once Mr. Jenkins stared, he didn't stop.

"If you're concerned with....an erection," he whispered the last part as if the word alone would cause him to be smited, "then you should speak with your physician. This medication is strictly for blood pressure."

"What if I don' take it? Ya' figure I can get me one of them erections then? Ya know, all the blood can jus' flow there and it'll swell up. Ya figure that'll work?" Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Mr, Jen-"

"Blaine, you have a phone call." Quinn interrupted. She grabbed the medication from her peer and explained the uses to the customer. Blaine shot her a grateful look and went back to his work station. He picked up his work phone and prayed for a call long enough to prevent another interaction with Mr. Jenkins.

"Blaine Anderson speaking." He chirped into the phone. Prescriptions were backing up, so he did his best to check them while he talked.

"Blaine, hey, it's Jeremiah." The pharmacist blanched and dropped the pill bottle onto the ground.

"Umm...Jeremiah. Hey. To what do I owe the honor?" He tried to keep his voice as even as possible. He was going to kill whatever technician answered the phone and didn't forewarn him that it was Jeremiah calling.

"Well, I've got some big news. I'm coming back to the States." Blaine's heart swelled. Jeremiah was coming back and they could give it another try. He'd regretted their divorce more than he regretted anything else in his life. He should have fought harder. He should have been a better husband. He shouldn't have made Jeremiah feel like the only option was to leave.

"Jer, that's great. I can't wait to see you. Maybe we could have dinner or something. It'll be like old times." He gushed.

"That sounds great. It'll be a great opportunity for you to meet Seb." For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

"Who's Seb?" Blaine asked hesitantly. He was sure he was opening his own can of worms.

"Remember that French boy I told you about, Sebastian?"Oh no."Well, we've been getting close over the past few months and,"dear God, no, "he's the one. I think about him when we're apart and I can't get enough of him when we're together." Blaine's head lulled backwards.Please don't. Please don't say what I think you're going to say."So, I proposed....and he said yes. We're coming State side to get married."

Bombs exploded in front of Blaine's eyes. If he was in a cartoon, there would be steam blowing out of his ears. "I'm so.....yeah. Whoa. Married. We've only been divorced for a year. Are you sure you guys are ready to get married?"Please say no.

"Blaine, I've never felt like this about anyone. Ever." And damn, if that wasn't a blow to Blaine's pride. "Besides, I'm sure you've got a guy that you've been hiding away all this time. I'll finally get a chance to meet him."What?

"Uhhh..."

"Come on, Blaine. We said we'd stay friends."

"Yeah." Blaine fumbled around with a few print outs and switched screens on his computer. When he looked up from the monitor, he saw Quinn staring at him intently. Apparently, she'd gotten rid of Mr. Jenkins. "Ummm...yeah, I've got a guy. He's um...." He waved his hand at her as if to ask for help.

"Tall, tall." She whispered. Blaine tossed her a thumbs up.

"Ummm...yeah. He's tall and....lean. Yeah, he's tall and lean and....ummm...blue eyes. Brown hair. He's so sweet. He's like the best guy I've ever met." Blaine tried to sound nonchalant, but he knew Jeremiah saw right through it. He was never a good liar.

"Sounds like it." Jeremiah's tone was skeptical.

"Yeah. He's got full lips and he's a great dancer. His body is mesmerizing." Quinn scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. Blaine's description reminded her of someone.

"Great, Blaine. I'm so happy for you. What's his name?"

"Kalvin." It came out so quickly that Blaine didn't have time to stop it. His hand flew over his mouth and his eyes bugged out. He'd just told his ex-husband that his new boyfriend was the buy that'd danced in his lap a few weeks prior.Crap.

"Sounds great. Well, we'll be there in a week. I can't wait to see you and I really can't wait to meet Kalvin."

"Urrr...yeah. Bye." Blaine hung up the phone abruptly. "Crap. Crap. Crap."

Quinn snickered. "You realize that you just told your ex-husband that your new boyfriend is the-"

"-stripper from a few weeks ago? Yeah, I know." Blaine finished.

"What are you going to do?" She asked. The pharmacy was quiet and most of the technicians were on lunch. It was just the two of them.

"I reckon I have two options: I can call and tell Jeremiah that I lied. That would lead to an embarrassing situation between he and I; as well as his fiancé. Or, I can try to find Kalvin and see if he'll help me out."

"You're going to try to find Kalvin aren't you?"

"You bet your buckets I am." Blaine replied. He had to find Kalvin. There was no way he was going to look like a fool in front of Jeremiah and Seb. The name felt like poison on his tongue. Yes, he was going to find Kalvin; he had to. "Tell Satan that we're going back to Xcelerate tonight."

Quinn jumped up and down with excitement. Apparently she'd met a waitress at the club that peeked her interest. Blaine was kind of happy for her. At least she didn't have to deal with an ex and the ex's new. He was going to be fine, however. All he had to do was find the dancer that he'd described. He'd ask for his help and maybe flash a little cash.That works with strippers, right?