“He must have.” And it’s disappointing for a lot of reasons aside from the fact that it really leaves me with no way to track him down. Like the fact that I’ll only ever know him as Kurt, the alias he gave me, and not even his real first name. It sort of stings.

“Maybe he’s a ghost.” Nick says, and for a second I think he has the worst taste ever in jokes and also the worst timing when it comes to making fun of people.

“No. Hear me out.” He tells me when I make a face at him. “He was there and he was Kurt but no one knew him, and he couldn’t go anywhere with you because he can’t leave the hotel where he died, and no phone numbers because ghosts don’t have phones. Oh! Oh! And he couldn’t let you kiss him because if you tried to you would just fall right through him.”

“You’re forgetting that he carried champagne flutes and that we touched on several occasions thereby proving your assumption to be false.” I tell him dejectedly.

Jeff seems to pick up on this line of thought though. “Maybe you dreamed him up. Maybe you got drunk at the wedding and passed out somewhere and all of it was just a dream. He did sound too good to be true.” Jeff was looking thoughtful.

“Guys, he was real, okay, he was real and now I will never know how to find him.” I really just want to crawl back in bed now and never get up again.

“You could call the hotel, what if he was a guest there?” Jeff says suddenly and this sounds like a great idea except I doubt the hotel will give me any information without a room number or a last name or even a proper first name really. I’m thinking hard now though, trying to pull any shred of detail from our night together, anything that might help me pinpoint his identity, and then I remember something.

Kurt was sitting with a couple of bridesmaids; bridesmaids that Santana had her eye on earlier in the evening. “Oh my god, Santana!” I say and both of them look at me like I really have lost it. “Kurt was sitting next to a couple of bridesmaids that Santana took off with!” Nick grins and then Jeff catches on. If Santana made a move on either woman she likely spent the night with one or both of them and one of them might know Kurt. It was worth a shot.

“This had better be good, Hobbit! I’m right in the middle of my weekly charity session. Also Charity says hi.” Santana laughed into the phone and said something muffled that I couldn’t hear.

“Listen, San, did you spend the night with one of those bridesmaids last night?” I cut right to the chase.

“Do you really have to ask?” She replies smugly.

“Did you get her number?” I’m practically holding my breath now.

“Of course, who do you think you’re talking to?” Santana sounds like she’s smirking and she probably is.

“Oh my god, thank god, you are my savior!” I gush.

“Hey, slow down pint size, what are we talking about?” Santana laughs at me.

“San, I need you to call her for me and ask her if she knows who Kurt is, he was sitting at her table.” I should have expected her response to this but I was too caught up in being so close to finding Kurt.

“No can do, Blaine. That goes against the code. I never call them” She sounded serious now and I wanted to scream.

“No, Santana, you have to, I have no way to reach this guy and he’s perfect, we had so much fun, and I just really need you to do this for me.” I’m begging now, I have no shame.

“Wow, don’t get your panties in a twist. Maybe we can come to some sort of understanding.” She says. I have no idea where this is heading.

“Like what?” I’m a little afraid to find out.

“Like you agreeing to go with me to Blazes.” She was dead serious now. Blazes was the gay strip club that catered to both men and women. I found it tacky and completely unsexy and not just because of the naked women.

“That’s what it will take, I agree to this and you make the call?” I ask.

“You agree to go with me tonight and we meet at Cal’s for drinks in an hour and that’s where I make the call.” Santana is too smooth.

“Fine. I’ll go with you tonight to Blazes and I’ll see you at Cal’s in an hour.” I hang up the phone and then have to explain the whole degrading thing to Nick and Jeff.

“I’ll go with you as far as Cal’s.” Nick tells me. “We can grab a late lunch on the way.”

Having made the plans I race off to shower and an hour later Nick and I are walking into the little bar we all like to hang out in. Santana is already there, martini in hand. It’s technically still early for drinks but its Saturday and its Santana so no one even notices. In fact I decide I might need a drink just to get through this next part.

We stare at her until she pulls out her phone. “Alright already, chill.” I’m leaning forward on the phone through the whole conversation. Apparently Santana had used the old Peace Corps stand by with this one and was now agreeing to meet her later since she still had one last night before shipping out. Finally Santana thanks her and hangs up the phone.

“Sorry B, she didn’t know the guy at their table. Said she’d never seen him and they didn’t talk.” Santana had the good graces to actually look a little sorry for me.

I leaned back in the booth and Nick left to get us drinks. I hope he made mine a double.

“That’s it then. He’s gone.” I tell Nick when he sits back down. “”I guess its fate, I’m not meant to ever see him again.”

I drink the first bourbon and coke in almost one swallow. At least I got out of going to Blazes.