The subway ride back home was way too long and loud for Kurt that morning. He was relieved to step out into the sunlight and out of the unbearable heat, even though it made his head pound.

“Someone got lucky last night,” was the first thing he heard as he unlocked the door of his apartment.

“Well it sure wasn’t me,” Kurt said as he toed off his shoes and headed into the kitchen.

Santana was leaning against the counter, mixing something in a large bowl.

“I know. It was me,” she said with a smile. “Bad fuck?”

Kurt leaned against the counter opposite her. “I don’t actually remember that part. I do remember his marriage proposal when I woke up this morning though.”

“You have got to be kidding me,” she looked at him in shock.  "Your one night stand asked you to marry him? I assume you said no.”

“Of course I said no, Santana. I don’t even remember his name.”

“Plus you don’t want to be stuck having bad sex for the rest of your life.”

“Ok, since you obviously don’t get the real issue here I’m going to take a shower.”

“Hold on. Here, take these.” She held out two Tylenol and a glass of water. “Also, I’m making pancakes.”

“Just when I think you’re completely insensitive to real feelings you do something nice like this.”

“I’m not just doing this for you. We have company.”

“In that case I’m glad I stayed out all night. My noise cancelling headphones broke last week,” Kurt said as he walked to his room. He went over to his dresser to grab some sweats and a hoodie. Today was definitely a day to do nothing. He took his clothes into the bathroom and locked the door. ‘The last thing I need is for Satan’s one night stand to walk in on me in the shower.’

As he started pushing his pants down his legs, he felt something in his pocket. It was a note written on hotel stationary. ‘I know I screw up. But maybe you would like to have coffee and I can explain.’ It was signed ‘Blaine’, and had a phone number at the bottom.

Kurt put the note on the counter and continued getting undressed. ‘I cannot deal with this right now.’ He looked at himself in the mirror before stepping into the shower, and saw bruises and hickeys all over his body. ‘Wow, he really went for it.’ And his night with Blaine - he had a name now - came flooding into his memory. ‘Maybe I will call him. He was kind of nice, and cute, and good in bed.’

After a shower, some pancakes, and a semi-awkward encounter with Santana’s one night stand, Kurt found himself lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. Next to him were his phone and the folded up note that Blaine had left for him. On one hand, he knew it was crazy to want to see this guy again. On the other hand, Kurt felt like maybe this guy wasn’t as strange as he thought he was. At the very least, Kurt wanted to know the reason behind the proposal. With that thought, Kurt unlocked his phone and started dialing the number on the paper.

Kurt sat at a table in the small coffee shop, waiting for Blaine. He still wasn’t sure why he was doing this. The man had actually proposed to him! He didn’t tell Santana where he was going when he left, he knew she would never let him hear the end of it. He was just going over what she had said about Blaine over pancakes, when he walked in and stood in line for his coffee. He looked much younger than he did last night at the club, and not for the first time, Kurt wondered why he seemed so desperate to get married.

Blaine got his coffee and looked around for Kurt, finding him sitting in a corner booth by the window. Blaine walked over to him, feeling nervous and trying to keep himself from bolting out of the coffee shop. ‘I proposed to him. I asked him for coffee. I can’t leave him here.’

“Hello, Kurt,” he said with trepidation.

“Hi, Blaine. Have a seat.” Blaine could tell Kurt was nervous too, with the way he was fidgeting with his coffee cup.

“I guess you want explanation.”

“Yes, please.”

This time it was Blaine’s turn to toy with his coffee cup. “I come to America few months ago, for school. I was going to Columbia to become lawyer. But I do not want to become lawyer, so I drop out. But now, I need to stay in country. I do not want to go back. So,” Blaine concluded, “I need green card.”

“So, you’re basically asking me to help you fool the U.S. government?” Kurt could not believe the situation he was in. “Because even if I said yes - which I’m not - it would be a fake marriage, and they could send me to jail and deport you if they found out. And do gay marriages even count?”

“Yes, they do. And we could work on making it not fake. We liked each other last night.”

“I told you yesterday morning-“

“Yes, you only wanted sex.” Blaine interrupted. “But I need this, and you were nice. And you would not have called if you were not wanting me.”

He had a point there. Kurt looked out the window before he replied, “Suppose I said yes. That I would marry you. What would happen?”

“I would go get you ring. Then I would come live with you. Then we would work on marriage to make look real.”

“I’m sure Santana will love that.”

“Who is Santana?” Blaine inquired curiously.

“My roommate. She doesn’t even know I’m here with you. She’s going to throw a fit when I tell her. I’m not sure how much she’ll want to live with you, she barely tolerates me.”

For the first time in a few minutes, Kurt looked him in the eye. “Okay. I’ll do it.”