Before Blaine stepped into the Roberto Cavalli store, he was sure that he went in to look for a fabulous suit that would bring pride to himself and the groom for Friday, not a fabulous man that he couldn’t take his eyes off. 

But he wasn’t too sure after he was in the shop, when he laid his eyes on this perfect and slender, almost out of the world, beauty. 

He tried not to stare, he really did. But seriously, he couldn’t even bring himself to blink, let alone turning away. So instead, he stood in front of a mirror, pretend to be extremely interested in how he looked in that hideous jacket, while sneaking glances at the reflection of the person right across the room.

“San, we’re not having this conversation, at least not right now. I’m in the middle of an emergency shopping.” He said with a slightly high pitched voice, with an iPhone in one hand, while checking his appearance in the mirror, “The airline I flew with lost my luggage, and I need a suit for the meeting tomorrow. Look, just find out what’s the deal with them and decide whether it’s worth filing a lawsuit, okay? I seriously need to go now.”

Blaine quietly noted his accent, definitely American.

“Sorry, I hope I wasn’t disturbing you.” The stranger apologized politely with a smile after requesting for a smaller size from the attendant, which made Blaine’s pulse quickened, and blushed.

“Oh no, no. Not at all, I was just trying on the suit to figure out what I should be wearing anyway.” He wanted to mentally slap himself for sounding like a complete retard in front of this heavenly person, he seriously should not be allowed to talk to people as beautiful as him.

“No offense, but I think this shade of blue doesn’t really go with your skin tone. I would go for charcoal grey if I were you, except the fact that all the style in that color looks dreadful.” And the man looked horrified, clasping a hand over his mouth, “oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to babble! I should probably leave you alone, I apologize--”

Blaine tittered, memorizing his adorable expression when he was flustered, “Hey, no, it’s fine. I had no idea what to wear to my best friend’s wedding, which is on Friday.  Well I’m sure you’ve already noticed, I have a terrible sense of fashion, I could use some help.”

And the man’s face lit up, with an enlightened complexion, “I have the perfect idea.”

When Blaine stepped out of Dior, with a perfectly tailored one-button grey suit in a paper bag, he was more than glad that he had spoke without his filter on earlier.

If not, he wouldn’t have this amazing human being shopping with him.

“I knew that suit would fit you perfectly!” His companion said triumphantly after seated in a Chinese noodle restaurant, “the slim cut was divine, and the fabric was simply exquisite!” 

Thank you for giving me such amazing advice, seriously, I wouldn’t have a clue about what to wear.” Blaine laughed, “I’m Blaine, Blaine Anderson.”

“Kurt Hummel,” the lovely man extended his hand, “you’re the pilot, aren’t you?”

“How did you know?” Blaine was surprised, but then he realised, “you’re one of my passengers?”

“Yep, the only passenger who had his baggage lost in the entire population on the flight.” Kurt replied playfully, “but don’t worry, they tracked down my luggage an hour ago, apparently it’s on its way to Auckland.”

“I apologise for any inconvenient caused.” 

Kurt beamed when he heard Blaine’s mock-business tone, “You’d better be!”

They ate their noodles in a peaceful silence, exchanging glances occasionally, until Blaine broke the ice.

“So, what brings you to Hong Kong?”

“Work, I’m the artistic director for the Disneyland in Florida, tomorrow is my first meeting with the other artistic directors.”

Blaine was blown away how astonishing Kurt is, being young and talented, “so you live in Florida, too?”

“Yeah, but I was born and raised in Ohio.”

“Wait, seriously?” He was dumbfounded, “I’m from Ohio as well! I lived in Westerville!”

Kurt looked surprised.

The more they talk about themselves, the more they revealed about the similarities they share. It was almost as if the universe wanted them to be together.

Blaine shook his head, trying not to get ahead of himself.

“So.” He said, trying to figure out what he should do next, it’s really hard for him to stay dapper and composed, when Kurt is so strikingly amazing and epic, with all the goodness in the world condensed in one single body.

“So.” Kurt repeated after him, with the corner of his lips lifted, “do you know any place we could have a drink or two?”

To be honest, Blaine wasn’t too sure where he should go.
He knew the street in Central that has all the bars and clubs, but he doesn’t know which bar he should take Kurt to.

A quiet one with a romantic atmosphere? A noisy one with all the football fans chanting in Cantonese? A shitty one with a cheap karaoke machine? A high-class one with all the celebrities and moneyed?

...Or should he take him to a club?

The ten minute walk from the IFC to Lan Kwai Fong was almost over, they could hear the raving excitement in the midst of the quiet air. It would be quite unusual for a bar district to situate in the middle of the concrete jungle of offices and banks, but not for Lan Kwai Fong. 

Blaine bit his lips, as they approach the verge of the fever, and asked, “Do you have any preferences in the atmosphere? As you can see, there are a hell lot of bars and clubs, and I have no clue which one you would like to go.”

Kurt tilted his head and cocked a smile, “What about somewhere, quiet and comfy? So we could have a nice, little drink, and chat. I believe the influence of alcohol would allow me to know you better?”

He was utterly amazed by the fact that, Kurt, a painfully attractive, graceful and not to mention, inspiring, human being, had flirted with him.

Well if this is just a holiday hook up, by far, this would be the best I’ve had.

But some part of him, doesn’t want this to be just a holiday hook up.

He took a deep breath, and pushed the thought to the back of his mind, and led Kurt to the bar he went to with Wes last summer.