Blaine Anderson had an extremely quiet college life. He didnt go to many parties or stay out drinking all night with his friends. As a matter of fact, most of the past four years had consisted of getting up every morning, going to class, going back to his crappy apartment, studying, and sleeping. Thats why when he was asked to go to the NYU end of the year party (which could be described as the most important party of a college students entire existence), he was pretty skeptical.

"Everyone is going to be there," Wes explained as his friends tried to persuade him into attending at least one party that year.

"I dont know…" Blaine took a sip of his coffee and stared at his two friends, who didnt seem like they were going to leave the coffee shop without a confirmation that he would be attending the party.

"Come on Blaine, its going to be in a freaking penthouse," David chimed in, not adding much to the cause.

When Blaine didnt seem like he was going to give in, Wes gave one final sales pitch. "You havent been to a party since when, freshman year? I know things got out of hand last time, but this one will be different. Youll have fun, Blaine, David and I will make sure of it."

Realizing that his friends only had his best interests at heart, Blaine finally agreed, feeling that he might as well have at least one real college experience before he graduated. With graduation only a few weeks away, he didnt have much time left. And if it would make his friends happy, he could bear one simple, little party.

Although this party was anything but little.

It was on the top floor of an expensive apartment complex in the Upper East Side. Blaine had never really seen places that looked as expensive as this one, the whole floor being occupied by this one penthouse. He assumed it belonged to one of the guys in his business class, able to pay their way through college without lifting a single finger.

"This is going to be the best night of our lives!" David screamed over the loud base of the song playing as they walked in the door. Their jackets were immediately taken from them before being offered a shot to start off the night. Blaine declined, but both Wes and David took one, giving Blaine no hope that they would be level-headed by the nights end.

As Blaine looked around, he noticed that there was absolutely no one at the party he knew. Yes, maybe hed had classes with a few here and there, but no one hed ever actually held a conversation with seemed to be in attendance. The party had only started a little over an hour before and everyone either looked drunk or was getting there. The area that was cleared for a dance floor was filled with half dressed women grinding up on attractive men with beers in their hands.

Everywhere Blaine turned he was being offered alcohol or a dance, which he politely turned down every time. The whole party felt like a nightclub filled with college students, minus the smoking, which Blaine could have assumed was being done in the bathrooms.

Wes and David had left him about twenty minutes after theyd arrived, finding it impossible to get Blaine to move out of the back corner near the kitchen. Blaine didnt want to ruin anyone elses fun, but the party was becoming too much for him to take.

"Hey," he heard someone call from behind him. When he was turned around he was surprised to see a thin brunette girl in a black cocktail dress, which was practically falling off of her. She took a shot of what she had in her hand and rested her arm on one of his shoulders. "You wanna dance?" She asked rather loudly so she could be heard over the music.

"No thanks," he responded, trying to shake her arm off of his shoulder. It wasnt just that he was gay that he didnt want to dance with the girl, but the fact that she seemed too intoxicated to even speak clearly.

"Oh come on…dont be so uptight." She started to loosen his bow-tie and pulled closer to him. "Please?" She pouted, the alcohol on her breath making Blaine want to gag. "Youve looked so lonely all the way over here by yourself."

As the girl tried to corner him Blaine quickly pulled away. "I have to…" He looked around and saw a hallway that seemed to lead to the bedrooms. "I have to use the restroom," he forced out, practically running in the opposite direction.

"Dont be too long!" She called after him, although Blaine didnt really have any intention of ever going back.

There were a few people lingering in the back of the suite, most were either making out or waiting for the bathroom near the middle of the hallway. Blaine decided that his best shot of finding some form of quiet would be the bedrooms. The first door he opened contained a bedroom with two people inside who were presumably having sex, although Blaine couldnt really tell because he closed the door faster than he had opened it. Most of the doors Blaine passed by were locked, except for the last one, which wasnt locked but cracked open.

There wasnt any sound coming from the room and the lights were off, so Blaine decided to go in, knowing he wouldnt do the room any harm. This room was obviously the master bedroom, and was probably bigger than his whole apartment. After a few moments of being stunned by the shear massiveness of the room, Blaine closed the door slowly and locked it, not wanting anyone to walk in and find him there.

Blaine was relieved that he didnt have to suffer through the party anymore, and the room seemed cozy enough to spend a few hours in. He looked around for a few moments before finding a remote and turning on the television perched on the wall right in front of the large, king-sized bed. As he started to lie down on the bed, he noticed there was a door near the back of the room that seemed to open up to a balcony of some sort.

Blaine stared at it for a few moments before turning the TV off and walking to the back of the room, entranced by the amount of lights he could already see through the small windows on the doors.

As soon as he opened the doors his heart skipped a beat. His eyes focused on a man sitting on the ledge of the balcony, his feet dangling over the side.

The first thing that came to his mind was the worst. "Dont do it," he pleaded hastily.

The man on the ledge didnt even seem surprised, turning his head slightly to face Blaine. "Dont do what?" He asked, the light of the New York City skyline bouncing off the blue of his eyes. "Im not going to jump, if thats what youre thinking."

It was exactly what Blaine was thinking. "What are you doing out here then?"

The brown-haired man gave a small smirk, the wind blowing his perfectly styled hair in every direction. "I might as well ask you the same question."

"I was trying to get away from the party," Blaine admitted. "Its not really my thing."

"A friend dragged you here too?" He asked, not moving from where he was settled on the edge of the balcony.

Blaine nodded, almost laughing at how readable he was. "Two actually."

The man, who didnt look much older than Blaine himself, nodded and turned back to face the rows of buildings lining the streets, "My friend made me come with her, even though she left me after the first five minutes." He took a deep breath and sighed. "Its much more peaceful out here anyway."

"Arent you afraid?" Blaine interjected.

He seemed puzzled by Blaines question. "Afraid of what?"

"Well, for starters, youre sitting on the ledge of a thirty story building."

"Hmm…" He looked around for a moment and then shrugged his shoulders. "Not really."

Blaine stood there in silence, wondering what to say. "Do you want something to drink?" The man on the ledge offered, interrupting his thoughts.

"Uhh, I dont really drink…alcohol." He answered, knowing those who didnt drink were usually the minority.

The stranger laughed and picked up a soda can that was sitting on the other side of him. "I didnt slip anything into it, I promise."

Blaine blushed and nodded, moving to the edge and retrieving the coke can before moving back against the wall near the door as fast as he could, trying not to get a glimpse of the road beneath them. "My names Kurt by the way," he told Blaine. So, the man on the ledge had a name.

"Blaine."

"Your attire tells me you havent been to many college parties," Kurt mentioned before taking a sip of his soda.

Blaine looked down at what he was wearing. It wasnt much different from what he usually wore. Black shoes, jeans rolled at the ankle because most were too long for him, and a cardigan topped off with a bow-tie, which was currently undone thanks to the girl back at the party. "Whats wrong with what Im wearing?" He defended, almost childlike.

"Nothings wrong with it," Kurt explained. "It just seems like something much rather suited for business class than a college party with beer pong being played at almost every corner…And youre much too cute to have your hair plastered to your head with all that gel."

Blaine blushed and leaned against the wall of the balcony, slowly sliding down until he was in a sitting position, still able to keep Kurt in his vision. "How did you know I was a business major?"

"I didnt…But now I do." Kurt looked back at Blaine and smiled. "Do you always let everyone you meet know everything about you?"

"I could probably say the same thing about you," he countered.

"Oh really, so tell me what you know about me then."

Blaine thought for a few moments, realizing he didnt really know anything about him but his first name. "I…"

Kurt finally hopped off the ledge, which made Blaine sigh in relief, and sat next to him on the ground. "Come on, its easy, watch." Kurt turned so he was facing Blaine straight on. "Its obvious youd much rather be at your apartment either reading or studying right now than here. Which gives me evidence to believe youre introverted, which is fine, I am too, to an extent. Your clothes tell me you care way too much about what others think of you, along with your hair, gelled down to hide any imperfections. I can also tell youre naturally very caring, by the way you tried to stop a random guy on a balcony edge from jumping, although there was no need for you to do so. And the business thing was seriously a lucky guess, but you gave that one away easy."

Blaines mouth almost dropped, his whole life being read to him with previously only a few exchanges of words.

"Oh, and youre afraid of heights," Kurt added.

"If Im afraid of heights then why did I come out here?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Youre honestly going to tell me you were going to go any further than the doorway?"

"Do you go here, to NYU?" Blaine asked, trying to get the subject off of his fear of heights.

Kurt grinned, realizing he had been just right."No, but my friend Santana goes here. I go to a fashion school a few blocks away."

"There you go," Blaine started pointing out, "I know you are a fashion designer."

"Your observation skills are incredible," Kurt gasped. Blaine couldnt help but laugh, the tension from the night slowly melting away. "I like your laugh," Kurt admitted. Blaine couldnt help as his cheeks turned red. "Its not forced…effortless."

"Can you tell anything else about me, besides that I laugh effortlessly?" Blaine grinned.

"Well, I could tell that you were really relieved to be away from that party. More relieved than just a regular person who doesnt like large groups of people would be by how flustered you were when you initially came out here. This leads me to believe theres another reason you dont want to be here tonight. Maybe something that has to do with how quickly you turned down what you thought was me offering you alcohol?"

Blaines smiled faded and he looked away from Kurt, wondering if everyone he met could read him so easily.

"Sorry…" Kurt apologized. "You dont have to tell me anything."

"No, its fine. Its just weird to think that you could see all of that just from knowing me for only a few minutes."

Kurt scooted closer so that they were shoulder to shoulder. "Im sorry about whatever happened," he said sympathetically.

Blaine looked up at Kurt, who already knew more about him than most people hed known for months. "If I told you, would you promise not to tell anyone?" Blaine felt like a child making promises like that, but the only people whod ever known were Wes and David.

Blaine was unsure what Kurt was going to do for a few seconds, but to his surprise, Kurt gently placed his hand on Blaines thigh and smiled reassuringly. "Cross my heart."

Blaine gave a small nod and started messing with one of the loose strings of his shirt. "The last time I was at a party was freshman year…I didnt go thinking I was going to drink, but everywhere I turned I was being offered more and more, picking random drinks off of the table because thats what everyone did." He took a deep breath, his voice becoming shaky and barely audible. "The last thing I remember from that night was a guy handing me a drink, and whispering something into my ear. When I woke up the next morning I was still in the house, naked on the bed in one of the upstairs bedrooms."

"So you dont remember any of it?"

Blaine shook his head. "One of my first real sexual experiences and I cant remember a thing…"

There were a few moments of silence before Kurt stood up, extending his hand. "Come on, I want to take you somewhere."

Blaine gave an obvious look of confusion and Kurt sighed, trying to take his hand. "Please Blaine? The nights not getting any younger."

Blaine looked up and Kurt and smiled softy. "Will ice cream be involved?"

"Only if you want it to be."

Blaine finally took Kurts hand, leaving for one of the most memorable nights of his life.