"Well my mother didn't give me the middle name Diabla for nothing, Kurt. Of course I am a horrible person. But – you love every moment of it and you love me."

"I don't know why I do, but yes, I do." Kurt sighed and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked pretty damn good if he said so himself. This wasn't one of those types of clubs. This was a dress to impress and have a good time establishment. It reminds him of the clubs he went to when he was in LA; live entertainment, separate dance rooms, ability to talk and meet people.

He was finally well; it had only taken almost a month. He didn't really want to drink but Santana wanted to get her 'lady kisses' on, so he was going to humor her.

"You know Gayby, you really should get out there and test the waters again. You deserve better than random hookups."

"Tan! You make me sound like a whore. I don't have random hookups. I dated two men in my entire life and got bored of them quickly. You can hardly call relationships that last over a month random hookups."

"You fucked 'em and dumped 'em Kurt."

"Eh, it just wasn't 'right'." Santana rolled her eyes and fixed her skin tight red halter dress. Santana looked good and she knew it. "Okay Satan, let's go get this over with."

"Just give love a chance."

"Tan, you're one to talk; we are not going to find love at the club. Besides you just want to get yours, this has nothing to do with love."

"You're right, let's just go get some and burn off some of the pent up sexual frustration." Kurt just winked at her as they linked arms and headed out in search of a cab.

oXoXo

"You have an empty house Blaine, enjoy it. Come see me."

"But I have so much work to do; I'm probably just going to do some paperwork."

"You know, it makes me sad when my dolphin doesn't want to see me."

"Ugh fine, Britt, I'll come. But you are giving me a Disaronno comped."

"Of course, just get your sexy ass over to this club. It's already filling up. And there are some hot dolphins here tonight."

"Britt, I'm not looking for a man. None of them want anything to do with this."

"Then they are stupid. I would know. Oh my God Blaine, I think I'm in love. An angel just walked in, and babe she has a good looking man with her. I gotta go, she's coming this way." Blaine heard the click before he could even open his mouth to reply. He just ran his fingers through his hair quickly before picking up his wallet and heading out. A night out would do him good. He really needed a good stress reliever.

oXoXo

"So you must be the reason men fall in love." He heard whispered in his ear. He turned around to the voice and saw a middle aged balding man smiling at him. It was making him uncomfortable.

"Seriously? You're kidding right?"

"I'm going to need a cold glass of water, because baby you're making me hot."

"Uh, I'm sorry, I'm here with someone."

"Who, that woman next to you? She hardly seems you're type."

"And you would know my type how-" Kurt was cut off by a familiar voice cutting into the conversation.

"No, he's here with me. Please leave my boyfriend alone before I remove you myself." He looked towards the voice just as lips met his with a chaste kiss. "Hey baby."

BOOM. SNAP. KRACKLE. POP. Whoa.

Kurt was so shocked that Blaine –BLAINE! – kissed him and it felt so right, that he didn't even notice the man stalk away.

"Sorry about that, I didn't mean to invade your personal space, but he's a regular here- I knew that he was not about to leave you alone."

"Oh no, it's quite okay. Er, thanks." Did he feel it too? Oh my God I hope so. I didn't even know that fireworks were a legitimate thing. "So, do you come here a lot?"

"No, not really, but I come here enough. My best friend is the blonde that your friend seems to have taken a liking too." The two men looked over at the women who were shamelessly flirting with each other. Kurt had a feeling that he was going to need to put his earplugs to use before long.

"That's adorable. I haven't seen her that smitten in a long time."

"Smitten? Really?" Blaine laughed at Kurt's choice of vernacular.

"What? It's what she is."

"I suppose." He paused and looked over to the women. "Hey Britt, I'll take two Disaronnos on the rocks."

"Oh you didn't have to; I normally don't drink hard drinks, too strong for me."

"Oh boyfriend, you will love this. It's smooth. So, so good."

"Well, I suppose." Blaine just smiled as he gave handed over his glass.

"Bottoms up!"

"Oh my goodness this is amazing." Kurt replied putting the glass down on the bar just slightly too hard.

"I know. So, enough about the drinks and the girls over here, tell me about yourself."

The two men sat at the bar for the next two hours talking about everything, but yet nothing at all. By the end of the night they knew the basics about each other: what they do for a living, what neighborhoods they live in, and what kind of music they listen to. They chatted about their childhood dreams of stardom and where reality actually bought them. Both men skirted around the most intimate details of their lives, but both were having such a good time that neither of them had noticed.

"Do you want another?" Blaine asked as Kurt was finishing his second drink.

"No, I really can't. I shouldn't even have drank as much as I did with my meds."

"I understand." Blaine was on his fourth drink was definitely starting to feel the buzz. "So, Kurtsie-"

"Kurtsie? Really Blaine." Kurt laughed and rolled his eyes.

"Sssshhh Kurtsie, come outside with me. I'm-I'm going to hail a cab. Hail. What a funny word. Hail rhymes with mail."

"Ohh-kay, you are definitely done for tonight. I'm putting you on time out. Let's get you to that cab."

The two stumbled out to the street. Well, Blaine stumbled and Kurt tripped over him. "So boyfriend-" Blaine slurred, making sure to elongate the 'boyfriend'. "-gimme your number. I wan' talk to you." Blaine fumbled with the phone trying to unlock the phone.

"Do you want me to put it in?" For a second Blaine thought about saying yes, but he quickly sobered when he remember what his background picture was.

"Oh, definitely, just not tonight." He said with a wink. Kurt just laughed and rolled his eyes. Shit, Kurt thought, now I'm going to have that image in my head. Looks like a cold shower for me tonight. Ugh.

"No, no, I got it. I can't remember my passcode." Blaine quickly lied with a giggle. "I'll give you muh-my number."

Kurt didn't even notice the avoidance; he was in his own little, slightly intoxicated, world floating on cloud nine. He quickly pulled out his phone and waited for Blaine to answer.

"It's, um, nine wuh-one seven, fivefivefive, two ohhhh, six ohhhh." Kurt could not help but to laugh at the way Blaine said the numbers. A cab pulled up before they had a chance to speak anymore. Kurt pressed save and quickly sent a text to Blaine.

Just making sure you gave me the right number. ;) Text me when you get home – so I know you're still alive. – Kurt

He heard the text chime play in Blaine's pocket as he attempted at getting him in the cab. The cabby rolled his eyes at his drunk fare before putting the car in gear. Blaine pressed his forehead against the window and pouted – fucking pouted – and waved as the cab pulled away. Kurt shook his head, he barely knew the man – hell he didn't even know his last name – but he was definitely going to be the death of him.

Kurt turned around after the can rounded the corner and went to go look for Santana. It didn't take long for him to find her. She maintained her perch at the bar talking to Brittany.

"Lady, why are you still here, why are you not giving that sexy hobbit the d right now?"

"Uh Santana, he was drunk. I'm not going to have a drunken hook up. Besides, he's nice, maybe I'll ask him out for coffee."

"I told you to give love a chance."

"Tan, this is hardly love. We just happen to run into each other quite often."

"When else have you run into him?"

"Oh, I didn't tell you?"

"Uh, no." Santana turned in her seat to face him.

"Well you know that he's the manager at Dr. Craig's office."

"Yea –"

"Well the other week when I went to pick up my prescriptions we kind of walked into each other at Duane Reade; literally."

"Huh." Santana looked at him with the all-knowing eyes that only Santana could give. "It's like – fate."

"Oh boy, now I know you're drunk. You're talking nonsense."

"Whatever. So Hummel, are you ready to blow this popsicle stand?" Kurt rolled his eyes at his drunk friend.

"You're not going to wait for Brittany?"

"She's not that kinda girl." She replied with a wink. "I got her number and we are going to go out for dinner next weekend."

"Look who's giving love a chance now."

"Oh shut it, let's head home." They linked arms, once again, and left in search of a cab. Since it was last call cabs were a plenty and it took only a matter of seconds before they were on their way back to their apartment.

Kurt felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he quickly took it out.

Hei, just ggt home. I d neverr give u thee wrong numbr. U 2 sexxy 4 that. – Blaine

Kurt rolled his eyes before replying.

I guess spell check is not your friend when you are drunk. Uh, thanks, you're not too bad looking yourself. Text me in the morning when you can type discernibly. – Kurt

He smiled as he put his phone back in his pocket and Santana leaned into curl into his side. Kurt wrapped his arms around her and sighed. "You know Kurt; I really hope this is it for us. I really want to be happy again."

"I know San, me too." Kurt stroked her long, thick locks all the way back to their apartment. He really did hope that this was it. Maybe there was something that could be with Blaine. Maybe he was the one that could finally make him happy again. There will always be a huge hole in his heart, but hopefully someone can help partially fill that void.