Why do fools fall in love?

A sultry voice sang out and mingled with the notes of a swinging saxophone. The music danced around the room and trickled out onto the street outside as Kurt entered the nightclub.

Why do birds sing so gay?

And lovers await the break of day

Why do they fall in love?

Kurt strolled over to a table tucked into a far corner, watching the stage while he went. Standing in front of a small jazz band was Santana, a gorgeous, dark haired woman who sang with a twinkle in her eye, and a sassy grin on her red lips.

Love is a losing game

Love can be a shame

I know of a fool

You see

For that fool is me

Tell me why!

As the sax played a solo, Santana strutted around the stage making sure to let her eyes linger on just about everyone. She easily had every audience member the palm of her hand as she sang through the rest of the song.

Why does the rain fall from above?

Why do fools fall in love?

Why do they fall in love?

Why does my heart skip a crazy beat?

Before I know it will reach defeat!

Tell me why?

Why do fools fall in love?

Enthusiastic applause and catcalls met the final notes. Santana made a nice show of gratitude, descended from the stage, and was quickly swarmed by admirers. It took a while for Kurt to catch her eye, but when he finally did she excused herself, and joined him at his table.

"So, Angel Face, you finally decided to visit," she said.

"Sorry if I can't tail you like every other man and woman in Lima, Santana." Kurt replied.

"No. You're too busy playing king of the hill with the other kids."

"That's right," he said as they exchanged wry smiles.

"I assume this has something to do with that?" she asked.

"I'm in need of your unrivaled gossiping skills. No one hears about the goings on in and out of this city like you do."

"Alright, Kurt, cut the flattery already."

"Blaine Anderson. What do you know about that name?"

"Hmm," hummed Santana thoughtfully. "Well I know I've never fucked anyone by that name before."

"Any other gems you can share?"

"To be honest, no," she answered with a shrug. "Nothing that you wouldn't already know. He's helping to reform the Hawks, but no one seems to know where he comes from."

"Can you find out?"

Santana crossed both her arms and legs in offense. "Please. Don't insult me. Come back tomorrow. I'll tell you everything you need to know."

***

After sharing a couple of drinks Kurt emerged into the warm night with confidence. There was no guarantee that any information Santana could scrounge up for him would be useful, but it was definitely worth a try.

He strolled slowly through the dark streets without any rush to get home. Most of the city slumbered as he went by. The relative quiet was soothing to him. He lifted his eyes up to the bits of smoky sky that poked through the buildings and listened to the sound of his own footsteps reverberating off of the bricks.

Then, as he made his way through another seemingly empty street he heard other footsteps mixing with his own. He came to a stop and the other footsteps stopped as well. His eyes darted around. There were many shadowy corners behind dumpsters and down alleyways where more than one person could hide.

Slowly he slipped his hand into his back pocket and curled his fingers around the long, smooth handle of his knife. He pulled it out, keeping his breathing steady and his senses alert for any sound or movement.

With the knife by his side he continued down the street, and, sure enough, the footsteps sounded once more. This time they were running straight for him from behind. Kurt held still until the offender was right behind him. Then in the space of a second he flipped open the knife, spun around and sliced open the forearm of a tall blonde Hawk.

Kurt didn't take the time to register Jeff's scream of pain. He was already twirling the ten inch blade between his pale fingers, and turning to face a second Hawk who had just descended on him. Kurt watched Nick's eyes widen at the sight of blood pouring out of Jeff's arm. He fell backwards to avoid getting stabbed himself. As he hit the ground Kurt held the blade under Nick's nose, and fixed him with fiery blue eyes.

"You cowards think you can jump me? Get the hell out of here now!" He snarled. Then he felt the presence of a third person, and pulled away just in time to avoid his knife being snatched out of his hand by Blaine.

"Nick, you make sure Jeff's arm gets bandaged properly! Go now! I'll catch up."

Nick scrambled up, and he and Jeff took off. Kurt kept his knife pointed at Blaine who jumped up onto a dumpster to get out of reach.

"I see now why you're so dangerous," he mused. "That's pretty unfair to pull a knife on unarmed men," he said.

"So is trying to ambush a man in the dark," Kurt quipped back.

"Very true," Blaine conceded. "Though, it was pretty hard to resist, since you were all on your own."

"Guess it didn't work out the way you planned," Kurt replied twirling of the knife again.

"Yeah, but too bad you needed your toy there to come out on top."
"I don't need this to take you down."

"Well, if memory serves, you lost to me last night."

"We never finished our fight last night," said Kurt, flipping the knife closed and placing it back into his pocket. "Why don't you get down here, you coward, and we can settle this?"

Blaine laughed and jumped to the ground. He sent a fist flying towards Kurt who dodged out of the way. Kurt swung his own fist and felt it connect with Blaine's jaw. As Kurt pulled back for another punch, Blaine pounced forward, and Kurt felt Blaine's strong arms wrap about his chest. As Kurt struggled to free himself, Blaine managed to turn them, and Kurt cried out as his back was slammed up against the dumpster. Using the weight of his body to pin Kurt in place, Blaine finally managed to land some hits, until, finally, Kurt brought his foot down hard on Blaine's toes.

As Blaine cried out Kurt took hold of his shoulders and flipped them around. He slammed Blaine the way Blaine had slammed him. The impact forced a low grunt from the Hawk's throat that sent a strange jolt of electricity through Kurt's body. He pressed Blaine into the rusted metal. "You're making this far too easy for me," he said with a chuckle.

Blaine grimaced and grabbed Kurt trying to get the upper hand again. Kurt pulled back then grabbed Blaine's head, and smashed it against the dumpster lid. Blaine stumbled, and tried to take another swing a Kurt, but Kurt caught Blaine's arm and twisted it behind his back.

Blaine gritted his teeth as Kurt stood behind him, one hand putting constant pressure on his arm and the other hand wrapped around his chest. Kurt laughed into Blaine's ear. "You'll learn that I always come out on top," he whispered. "Whether it's sooner or later, I will always win." Kurt was pressed so close to Blaine that he could feel the shiver that suddenly ran through Blaine's limbs. Kurt was all at once very aware of the way Blaine's chest rose and fell beneath the palm of his hand, and the way Blaine's hips pressed back against his own. He gave into a sudden desire to lower his face to Blaine's exposed neck, and press his nose against the skin there. He thought he could hear Blaine's breathing hitch as he did this.

Then he suddenly felt himself falling back and looked up to see that Blaine had lifted his leg, and pushed off against the dumpster.

Kurt landed on the pavement with a groan, and Blaine rolled off of him. But as he tried to get up, Kurt pulled him straight back down. Blaine began grappling with Kurt, and they rolled across the ground, each struggling to get on top of the other.

Finally Blaine managed to get on top of Kurt, and pin his hands above his head. Their arms were stretched far above them; their noses were a hair away from touching; their breath mingled as they panted from exertion.

Blaine managed to smirk down at Kurt. He lowered his lips down to his ear and whispered, "What was that about being on top?" Now Kurt could feel shivers run through his own body.

He fought to pull himself together. Blaine moved back up to look at Kurt with a gaze that seemed to go right through him. In a panic, Kurt delivered the best head-butt he could manage. It was not very effective, but it was enough to loosen Blaine's grip on his wrists.

Kurt wrested one arm free, and grabbed Blaine's throat. Blaine writhed on top of him trying to get free, and Kurt used the opportunity to flip them over before finally releasing Blaine's neck. Blaine gasped for air, and clutched Kurt's shoulders as they stared at each other. Kurt tried to speak, but ended up stuttering, only barely managing an 'I hate you." Blaine didn't respond with another jeer or insult. Instead Kurt saw his eyes flicker downward to his mouth.

With all his strength, Kurt pulled away from Blaine, and jumped to his feet. Blaine remained on the ground, and Kurt kicked him square in the stomach, forcing him to curl into a ball.

"I win, you son of a bitch." He spat.

With that, Kurt spun on his heal, and sped home, responding to Finn's "What have you been up to?" when he got there with a bitter "Shut up!"

***

Blaine didn't sleep well that night. After Kurt left him on the street, Blaine knew better then to linger. He headed straight to Jeff's place, first, to make sure he was okay. He also made sure to assure Jeff with a lie that he had made Hummel pay for slicing up his arm.

Then he went straight to bed in Wes's tiny tenement. But each time he tried to drift off to sleep he began dreaming of warm pale skin and fierce blue-green eyes, and each time he woke up he was forced to change his boxers.

As soon as dawn filled the room Blaine abandoned his attempts at rest. He took an ice cold shower. The water felt heavenly as it streamed down his worn out body, and cooled him off.

After showering and dressing, he headed outside for a walk. The morning air was pleasant but Blaine could sense the summer heat starting to descend once more on the city.

He walked all morning, his mind trying to suppress memories of the night before. It was no surprise to him that he was attracted to men. That had been an undeniable fact since he'd been a boy. But that had never been an issue in his fights before. Normally he could just be a machine. Normally he kept a cool head. And it wasn't like throwing punches was a major turn on for him. But somehow, last night, something snapped.

"No. It was nothing," he thought to himself. Kurt was the enemy. It was Blaine's job to take him down, and he couldn't let himself forget that just because his body decided to rebel.

As he reasoned with himself he looked up to see none other than Kurt Hummel walking by. He ducked into the arch of a doorway, but realized as he poked his head out that this move was unnecessary. Kurt looked lost in himself, and his eyes remained straight forward as he passed.

Without thinking, Blaine followed, creeping along behind him so that he wouldn't be spotted. They wound through several blocks before Kurt disappeared into what appeared to be an auto shop. Curious, Blaine went inside after him.