So Blaine had stumbled to the strip club each night for a week, standing outside in his jacket and woollen hat, looking like an A grade perve who wouldn't step inside, but preferred trying to get a look in through the cracks in the door. On several occasions said door had flung out and smacked him in the face, but not once had the beautiful man been the one doing the pushing on the other side.

Blaine was sure that the other dancers had notified the man about Blaine's strange behaviour, because on the Wednesday night when Blaine waiting outside in the cold after all the clients had left, the small brunette dancer Blaine had spoken to on Friday; he learnt her name was Rachel, had come out and kindly told him that the man he was looking for did not have a shift tonight. Rachel was also kind enough to lend Blaine a scarf the next night when she saw him outside of the club before he shift began.

Blaine had been the pathetic man and taken it.

Of course he knew what he was doing was verging on insane, and most definitely regarded as creepy, but never the less, he was persistent. That was until a very angry Latina women had flung open the door, which smacked Blaine in the face, and shouted at him in Spanish, that Blaine had retreated home to find ice and perhaps some comfort in a romantic movie, only to find that his curtains had been ripped to shreds and that his cat had broke into the freezer and tipped out all the ice onto his kitchen floor. Blaine, of course, only found this out when he hurried to his freezer and fell flat on his face on the hard, cold tiles.

Maybe that was Karma for being such a terrible stalker.

***

"You know, you could always spare a bit of money and come inside one of these days" Rachel smiled as she slipped out of the door halfway through Monday night, Blaine scrambling to his feet from his place on the sidewalk.

"I wouldn't want to be creepy" Blaine replied and he watched as Rachel raised a delicate eyebrow.

"And what do you call this?"

"Waiting" Blaine, sighed and Rachel folded her arms across her chest, dressed from head to toe in a wonderfully red winters fabric, her brown hair flowing over the front of her shoulders.

" Well, would you like to wait with me in a little coffee shop down the road? I wouldn't want Santana coming back out here and knocking you out again" Rachel smiled and Blaine let out a small breath.

"I suppose I could." He nodded and Rachel walked along side him as they made their way down the road.

"So, Blaine. Do you want to tell me why you're being so creepy right outside my work place?" Rachel asked as the pair walked. It had been a Saturday when Blaine had told her his real name.

"I... um... I guess I just wanted to see someone" Blaine sighed and he came to the realisation, finally, that he did not have a solid reason for standing outside of a strip club. He'd lost the plot.

" Anyone else would say that you were a totally insane individual, but I think it's sweet" Rachel cast Blaine a smile as they entered the coffee shop, the warmth putting some colour into their cheeks.

"Sweet?" Blaine asked as they found a table, Rachel nodding as she shrugged off her jacket.

"Yes, sweet. Not many guys I know would be willing to wait outside a strip club on a freezing cold night, just to catch a glimpse of someone they saw dance on a pole once, and I'm guessing you weren't there to see him dance" Rachel gave the young man a knowing look and Blaine blushed as he took off his woolly hat.

" I stumbled into a room and he thought I was someone else. He's so lovely Rachel and... I don't even know his name." Blaine sighed and Rachel leant over the table slightly.

"Blaine, it sounds to me like you may have a little case of the love bug" she smiled and then she sat back, shrugging her shoulders.

"So what if you do? It's perfectly normal." Rachel smiled and Blaine nodded as a waitress came over and took their orders.

"The only problem is, we aren't allowed to get involved with our clients. It sends the wrong message." Rachel sighed and Blaine gave the woman a frown.

"That's silly. What if you can't help it?" he asked and Rachel swallowed for a moment before she shrugged once more.

"It hasn't happened before. And we don't intend for it to start now" Rachel's tone became a little firmer and Blaine raised an eyebrow.

"Why did you ask me here Rachel?" he asked and Rachel sighed.

"Santana asked me to tell you to back off. You're a nice guy Blaine, I can tell, but we have certain ruled that we can't break. Besides, Ku... the guy you want to see, he's been through a rough time lately and the last thing he needs is some charming guy to come along, make him fall for them, and then leave him flat on his ass when they realise that they can't take his lifestyle anymore." Rachel babbled on and Blaine nodded once, the woman leaning a little closer to him.

"I'm sorry Blaine. You seem like a really nice guy, but you... you're from a different world than we are, and the two just don't mix" Rachel sighed and Blaine looked away as she gave his hand a quick squeeze.

"Thanks" he mumbled and the woman sat up a little straighter, grabbing her jacket from the back of her chair, folding it neatly in her lap.

"Look. There is nothing I can really do; it's just the rules. If I could do something Blaine, I would." Rachel stood up as the drinks came, her hand picking up the little take away coffee container, handing Blaine's drink over to him.

"Do me a favour and don't stand outside anymore" Rachel gave his hand one final squeeze before she headed out of the door, back into the cold street. Blaine let his head fall into his hands with a sigh. Wonderful.

Just freaking wonderful.

****

" You said what?" Kurt asked a little loudly as he tied the back of Rachel's thing black bra together, the woman letting out a small squeal when he pulled too tight.

"I told him that I don't want to see you hurt, and not to come around anymore" Rachel gasped and Kurt let her go, his hands on his bare hips. The young woman looked at him with large eyes before she spun around the face the mirror, grabbing a tube of lipstick from the counter.

"Rachel, why? Isn't it my decision about who I do and do not get to see?" Kurt asked as Santana sauntered past him in red underwear and high-heeled boots.

"Nope lady face, it's mine. And that man is a creep." Santana flipped her hair over one shoulder and grabbed a microphone.

"Now stop complaining and practice" she snapped before she made her way on stage, Kurt rolling his eyes as he pulled off his jeans, throwing them at Sam.

" I don't think it's fair" Kurt sighed as Rachel move the stand in front of him, her hands running down his chest before she dipped down through his legs, her own wrapping around the mans waist, holding herself up.

"It's perfectly fair Kurt, think of the pain you've just been through. Do you really want all that again?" Rachel asked as she was pulled gracefully over the top of Kurt, the man glaring at her as he spun her around.

"That's not for you to decide. And I'm not coming to your house tonight for that movie marathon" Kurt growled as he let go of Rachel, the girl stumbling back into Sam's arms.

" But Kurt! We had this planned for weeks!"

"And I had a plan to meet the one Rachel, what if you drove him away?" Kurt asked before he turned on his heel and grabbed his coat, throwing it around his shoulders, turning around to look at Sam.

"Tell Santana I'm sorry" And with that he stormed out of the room.

***

Blaine loved ice cream. Any flavours seemed to make him feel ten times better, so he let the smile form on his lips when his hand reached out to grab the last tub of Ben and Jerry's, rum and raisin. His smile faltered however, when a soft hand also reached out for the ice cream, scratching the skin off of Blaine's hand in the process.

"Oh crap" Blaine cried as he pulled his hand back, turning around to see his attacker staring back at him with large round glasz eyes. The man smiled weakly and took a small step forward.

"I am so sorry. I was just... are you okay?" The young man asked and Blaine nodded, the smile spreading across his lips.

"I'm fine."

" I hear that you've been waiting outside the club for me?" Kurt asked and Blaine blushed.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I just wanted to see you again. Tell you how sorry I was about the mix up, make sure you didn't get into trouble." Blaine sighed and Kurt opened the freezer and took the tub, a smile on his face.

"Relax Blaine. I have the night off work. Would it be weird if I asked you to share this with me?" he asked and Blaine grinned.

"I'd love that..."

"Kurt. Kurt Hummel"