"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

"It isn't actually, lucky you!"

"Sure is", Blaine smiled and sat down in the small plastic chair. "I'm Blaine Anderson, you are?"

"The name's Martin Olson, I'm a professor at NYU".

"The NYU? Which department?"

"Steinhardt, we specialize in culture, education and human development." He smiled and shook Blaine's hand. "Gosh, I just sounded like an advertisement, anyway it explains why I am here."

"I went there for my teacher's education, but I don't seem to be able to recall your name", Blaine pondered.

"Oh, I recently started working as a professor at the NYU. I'm from Sweden, where I grew up".

"Wow, that's quite some distance. How come you've come here?"

Just as Martin would answer Blaine's question, a lady at the front cleared her throat to catch the attention of the audience.

"Good evening everyone, thank you all for coming here tonight! We have some great educator here tonight to inspire us! The first one to speak is mr Hummel of St. Luke's school. Mr Hummel?" The lady peeked over the audience looking for his face.

"Oh gosh, I am so sorry!" The door to the room slammed open and in came mr Kurt Hummel, hair disheveled and arms full of wet papers and a soaked through coffee mug. All eyes were on him.

"It's quite all right mr Hummel. We've just started. If you'd like we can take someone else in the mean time so that you can dry off?"

"Thank you, but I'm ready, I just need my computer and a projector".

"Of course mr Hummel".

The lady excused herself and let Kurt take the spot. Kurt who've dropped off all of his things at a nearby chair were opening up his computer to start up his presentation. Ready to go, he faced the audience. Many people were observing him intently, but there was only one person who caught Kurt's attention.

The first thought that struck Blaine was how incredulously wet the man was, who'd just came rushing in. The second one was, how ruined that coffee must have been by now. The man, mr Hummel, who he was apparently, was the first person to present. Blaine who came earlier, never noticed the sudden rain fall. He leaned over to Martin to whisper in his ear.

"Do you know who he is? Never heard of him before".

"Yeah, I know who he is. His name's Kurt, he is actually my boyfriend".

"That's your boyfriend? Does he know that you're here tonight?"

"Actually he isn't aware of that, matter of fact. I thought I would surprise him and take him to dinner afterwards".

"How sweet of you, you've been together for a long time?"

"We started dating a few weeks back, I visited the school he worked at and I asked him out".

"Are you in love?" Martin looked at Blaine oddly for asking the question.

"What an odd question? Not yet, I don't really know if we've reached that point of seriousness yet".

Blaine nodded and then turned his head to face mr Kurt Hummel. In the same minute, Kurt had turned his head and their gazes met over all the other people in the room.

Now, the third and most important thought struck Blaine just then. Besides the wet hair flopping onto his forehead, the soaked shirt that stuck to his body and the shoes that made squishy noises when he walked, were those eyes pierced that right into his. Normally it is quite hard to make out another person's eyes from such a distance, but in this case it didn't seem like a problem. It did take a few seconds for them to break the contact and for Martin to lean over to Blaine to catch Kurt's gaze as well. Kurt, who just felt a bit sad for the broken eye contact was now surprised to find the eyes of his boyfriend looking into his. A confused smile settled on his face.

"Hello everybody, my name is Kurt Hummel. I am a teacher of the St. Luke's school where my friend Ms Tina Cohen-Chang and I work. She, unfortunately, wasn't able to attend tonights meeting and I'll entertain you in her place." Kurt said with smile. "Although I would have entertained you even if she was here, because we do the presentation together because we work together and..."

Kurt rambled some about Tina and him until he caught the gaze of Blaine once more. If only he could skip this whole darn presentation and just stare into those eyes. Imagine, if he could just look into them while skipping into the sunset of a dewy meadow.

Albeit, he had a boyfriend, who was sitting next to mr skip-into-the-sunset-on-a-dewy-meadow, and he was staring intently at Kurt. Hoping to catch the gaze you know, of his boyfriend.