The digital clock on Blaine's microwave read 9:45 on a rainy Friday evening. He had finished work at 9:15, walked the 20 minutes to his apartment (while cursing his stupid fucking boss for being so fucking stupid and giving him more work than was humanly possible), and jumped in the shower to get ready, careful to bring his toner. Tonight he was going to meet Kurt in person for the first time.

"Too much gel?" Blaine wondered aloud as he scrutinized his black and white inked face in the mirror. Nah, just the right amount of gel, he thought, as he gave himself what he hoped was a meaningful, smoldering gaze. He ran his fingertips lightly over his tight, dark jeans that should probably be blue, a light grey shirt, and white cardigan, and straightened his bow tie, which was a brilliant red. "You are getting laid tonight," he said to himself with what he hoped was a tone of confidence and conviction. He sighed. "Maybe."

He took a few deep breaths. "Calm down, if it's meant to happen it'll happen." He carefully set all the ingredients aside from the kitchen cabinets, got out a clean mortar and pestle, threw back two shots of Puerto Rican rum, and set to work.

--DTYDTY--

About an hour later, he guessed, he found himself navigating a sea of drunken teenage bodies, dancing with surprisingly good rhythm in the basement of somebody's house. Her parents must not be home. He saw a short girl with dark brown hair hanging on a tall guy who looked down at her tolerantly, an attractive Asian couple making out in the corner, and –ah, there he is. He stared, thanking whatever deity he didn't believe in for making this fucking gorgeous boy so fucking gorgeous. Now or never, he thought. Kurt couldn't see him. Nobody could, Blaine wasn't there-well, not really. He walked up behind Kurt, who was sitting in the corner looking lonely, and gave him a little nudge to get up and start dancing. Kurt quickly got lost in the mass of about 30 sweaty teenagers drunkenly grinding and let the music move him. Blaine watched for a moment, then slowly walked up close behind Kurt and joined him, wondering what would happen. It was all up to Kurt now. He had done his part. Blaine held his breath as Kurt turned around and looked right into his eyes.