He went relatively unnoticed, except for when the new bouncer, Azimio, caught sight of him. He threatened to have him throw out, saying it was private property and wouldn't be getting in for free. Blaine, who was more of a lover than a fighter, stood his ground and kindly told the bigger man that he was just waiting for someone and that he didn't want to cause any problem. Az continued to harass him for a moment, but then went back to ignoring him, and Blaine went back to his wall.

He was nervous, that was for sure. He knew this was a big step, seeing Porcelain outside of the club, and Blaine's blood ran hot when he thought about how he would react. He fought his inner monologue before showing up, deciding whether or not to bring anything or to even show up at all.

Blaine went over everything he wanted to say in his mind. How sorry he was for running how, how much he likes spending time with Porcelain and how he wanted to get to one him outside of Club Cheeri-Ohs! He was still doing this when the back door opened and the performers walked out, Charity and Porcelain being two of them.

Blaine watched carefully as they all went their separate ways, Charity and Porcelain shared a long embrace before she headed off with the others, leaving Porcelain on his own. Blaine took a long breath and counted to three before making his move.

One. Two. Three!

"P-Porcelain!" He called out. The younger man stopped and turned around, his silhouette shining in the moon light. His makeup had been washed away and he was in a white shirt and skinny jeans, all of which was covered by a long black leather trench coat. "Wow." He breathed, no words coming to his mind on how to describe the sight before him.

"Blaine?" Porcelain leaned forward, squinting at him. "What are you doing here?"

Blaine stepped forward, coming into the light. "I, uh, I wanted to see you."

"Why didn't you come outside? How long have you been waiting out here?"

"Oh, not long. Just a couple of hours." Porcelain's brows rose at the word "hours". He opened his mouth to say something, but Blaine spoke first. "I needed to see you outside the club. To talk."

Porcelain studied Blaine for a moment, his face expressionless. After a moment he leans back on his heels, his arms folding across his chest as his brown shoulder bag slumps down slightly.

"Well, we're outside. Start talking." He says.

Blaine nods and moves closer; standing less than three feet away from the young man he had dreamed about the night before. "Okay," he breathes out, trying to collect his thoughts. "I wanted to apologize. For running out on you like that. I can't even begin to explain how horrible I feel."

Porcelain lifted a hand, motioning for him to stop. "It's fine. No harm done. Well, expect to my pride, and well, my pay check, but other than that, its fine."

Blaine winced. He knew Porcelain was just making a joke, even if it was a cruel one. Blaine felt bad enough for just abandoning him in the bedroom, but to have money taken from his pay . . . that sucked a whole lot more.

"Yeah, I heard your boss took all the money."

Porcelain shrugged, his hand gripping the shoulder strap to his bag. "No biggie. I mean, it's not like I did anything to deserve the money. Sort of feel bad for you, seeing as you threw three hundred dollars away for nothing. But Sue doesn't give refunds…!" Porcelain sighed heavily, his eyes drifting away from him.

An awkward silence filled the air and Blaine could feel Porcelain slipping away from him. If he didn't say anything now, tell him the real reason for running, he might lose the chance forever.

"Look, the reason I left,"

"You don't have to explain." Porcelain cuts him off. "Look, I know I have a nice ass and I'm easy to talk to, but sometimes you just can't go to that next level."

"What?" Blaine stepped back. "No, that's not it."

"I understand, Blaine. Look, we're friends, right?"

"Of course!" "So you don't need to impress me or try to pay higher than the other people. I've done this long enough to know that one night together – or a three hour conversation in our case – won't lead to more." Blaine's mind began to spin. Porcelain was shutting him down. Shutting him down! No! no! No! That's not how it was supposed to go! While his mind when on a rampage, Blaine stared endlessly as Porcelain began to walk away. "It was nice seeing you, Blaine. I hope you come by the club, but I have to go. Good bye."

"No!" With the speed of, well, someone a lot faster than Blaine, Blaine reached out and took hold of Porcelain's harm. He wasn't holding on tightly, but by the look of his expression, Porcelain was definitely shocked. "Look, I'm sorry for walking out on you, but I had a reason!"

Porcelain, who was staring down at his arm, looks up slowly. "Which is?"

Blaine stepped closer, almost touching him chest-to-chest. "I like you, Porcelain." He admitted. "A lot. And not just because you have a great ass or you're a good listener. You're a great person, Porcelain. You're funny, and sweet, and bitchy, and fun! You're the reason I come to CO's every week. So that's why when I saw you with that guy I just . . . I lost it. I wanted to be with you so badly so I just took out my wallet and paid to be with you.

"So when you chose me over that guy, I was so excited. God . . . I could start skipping! I was gonna have you, finally! But then we got to the room and I . . . I just couldn't. I wanted to, so badly! But not like that. I don't want you pay for you, Porcelain. I want to be able to hold you, and kiss you, and go further with you, without having to be number whatever on your client list."

The air was filled with an eerie silence once Blaine finished speaking. Porcelain stood inches away from him, his mouth half open, his eyes fixated. Blaine couldn't get over how amazing the bluish green looked in the moon light.

"I just wanted you to know that." Blaine said at least. "And if you ever want to, you know, talk? Like outside the club as friends, here's my number." Reaching into his pocket. Blaine handed Porcelain one of his business cards from Metro. "Have a good night, Porcelain."

Walking past, Blaine took a deep breath, not really knowing what to expect. Would Porcelain call him? Is what he told him what Porcelain wanted to hear? Blaine could only hope that he didn't screw this up, otherwise he's back at point one: being bored and alone.

"Mr. Anderson!" Blaine turned around to find Porcelain smiling, placing the business card in his upper left breast pocket of his jacket. Stepping forward, he placed one hand on his hip, supporting him in his diva stand, and the other out for the taking. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Kurt Hummel."

In that instant, Blaine's face broke open into an amazing smile, one that almost hurt, though he didn't give a damn.

"Kurt. I like that. Would you like to go out with me sometime, Kurt?"

Kurt hummed softly, as if to think about it. "You got yourself a date, Mr. Anderson."