"So, Thad hit on you, huh?" Blaine asked after coming down from the high of kissing Kurt.

"Yeah." Kurt shook his head as if it were nothing, but he was really trying to hide is discomfort in the memory. "It started about a couple weeks after I transferred, but in the beginning it was harmless comments, or whatever."

"Like?"

"Like telling me I have really nice skin."

"And then?"

"And then after while he'd lace a comment with an opportunity to touch or get close. He told me he liked my cologne and practicly pressed himself to me to get a whiff. It was really weird."

"That's all?"

"Well no, but after Sectionals I told him that I wasn't interested."

"Why after Sectionals? And where was I?"

"You were playing beer pong with Wes."

"Oh! At the party. Didn't he leave the party with Cory?"

"Um. Yeah, but that was after the fact."

"What fact?"

Kurt giggled nervously. "Ah. Well." He tried to find the right words so he didn't feel so mortified by the story. "He sort of cornered me and gave me another one liner. Something like 'You look delicious.'"

Blaine smiled. "I'm not sure if this helps, but you really are delicious."

Kurt smiled and exhaled audibly through his nose. "He gave me the creeps. He's just so… predatory."

Blaine was well familiar with the sly way Thad had with unsuspecting victims, but the way it seemed to have bothered Kurt made him wonder. "Why don't you just tell me what happened? You'll feel better."

Kurt agreed that was probably best and began the recollection.

Kurt had noticed Thad eyeing him the entire evening through curtains of people like he was hunting. Kurt definitely felt like prey. He didn't want Thad. He wanted the handsome, curly haired, brunette who was currently becoming very drunk during his fourth game of beer pong. He wondered what Blaine would say if he saw Kurt with Thad.

It was during his day dreaming that Thad finally approached Kurt. He had him cornered between furniture. It made Kurt feel like a piece of meat seeing the way Thad's eyes looked him up and down. Dalton attire wasn't required at this party so Kurt was able to see what he looked like in casual clothes. He had good taste. Marc Jacobs from head to toe.

"You look delicious," he said with the scent of alcohol in his words.

"Thanks," Kurt replied cautiously. "Marc Jacobs." He gestured to Thad's outfit.

"You too."

"Just the vest. The pants are Alexander Wang and the shirt is Michael Kors."

"Did Blaine notice how yummy you look?"

"We're not together." I shouldn't have said that, Kurt thought.

"Yay for me." He raked his eyes over Kurt's figure again. "I bet you're a tease."

"Excuse me?"

"I said, I bet you're a tease. Come on. You can't tell me that this," he gestured to Kurt's outfit, "wasn't premeditated to get people to look."

"Isn't that the point of fashion?"

"Not like this." He laughed. "You chose a pair of pants that show off all the best assets of a man, and a fitted shirt and vest to show off your slender body. Not to mention that it's the perfect color to accent your skin tone. You have creamy peach skin and cherry red lips. Your color choice makes both glow."

Kurt didn't know how to respond. "I think I'm going to go check out the Beer Pong table." He made motion to move, but Thad stopped him.

"You mean, over to Blaine?" He paused. "He used to be on the swim team. He has an amazing body. He's even got that incredibly hot V muscle that Usher has."

This got Kurt's attention and he got annoyed. "Why are you doing this?"

"I'm trying to get in your pants." He was surprisingly clavier about everything. "Flattery isn't working, so I thought to try talking about a point of interest to you to get your attention. Has it worked?"

He didn't know what to address first: the part about Blaine or the part about getting in his pants. "Not in the least." He tried to push past him, but Thad caught him by the arm and moved to kiss Kurt. Kurt flailed his arm and cuffed Thad in the face by accident. "You're disgusting and couldn't get in my pants if I were unconscious. And why is talking about Blaine something that interests me?" His breath was huffing and his cheeks were flushed in anger.

Thad chuckled. "I must admit that I envy Blaine for having something I want and he doesn't even know he has it."

"What's that?"

"You," he said rubbing his jaw. Kurt looked confused. "Oh come off it! You two have been eye-fucking each other since you got here. He looks at you like a lost puppy when you sing and smiles like a fucking clown when you walk in a room. You stare at him like if you blink he'll disappear and the whole God damn room really does disappear when you two lock eyes." Kurt knew only some of that to be true. He ignored the rest, but Thad didn't miss the look in Kurt's eyes. "You know I'm right. Look, Kurt. I like you. I'm not a relationship man, but I would give anything, and I mean anything, to lick you from head to toe. You want him? I can help."

"Get bent."

Thad smiled. "With pleasure. Wanna be the one bending me over?" He winked.

"You're vile."

"Think about my offer." With that parting comment he moved on to the next object of his affection.

"He didn't so much as look at me the rest of the night," Kurt concluded with a shrug.

"How come you never told me this?" Blaine asked. Kurt puckered his lips and raised his eyebrows as he thought, avoiding eye contact. "Wait," Blaine began. "I know that look. There's more to the story, isn't there? What don't you want to tell me?"

"I don't really want to get into it. It's nothing."

"If it's nothing then you should be able to tell me. If Thad exit's the story there, then who enters?"

Kurt opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He remembered perfectly, everything from that night. Moments passed and Kurt saw both the curiosity and worry in Blaine's eyes. "You really don't remember, do you?" he whispered.