Kurt and Blaine left the ice skating rink a little after eleven when Blaine remembered that Kurt had promised him ice cream and that all of the ice cream places would be closing soon. By the time they left, the running tally of how many times Blaine had fallen while skating came to thirteen. It did spark an interest in Blaine to go start practicing more often, maybe even with Kurt if they agreed to see each other again (which Blaine hoped they would).

After getting ice cream cones at a nearby vender, the boys walked for a while and enjoyed the nighttime air. Soon they found a place to rest on the edge of the Bethesda Fountain, sitting side by side and feeling the cool breeze from the water. The park was beautiful at night and Blaine wished he had come more often.

"I definitely did not see you being the Pistachio kind of guy," Kurt mused as he finished his cone of chocolate ice cream.

"Im not everything that meets the eye," Blaine explained. "I have many hidden wonders." Blaine almost had to hold back from giggling at himself.

"Do you now?" Kurt mocked playfully.

"Mhm. Plenty." There were a few moments of awkward silence after Blaine started to blush when he realized they were flirting. Blaine hadnt dated many people since he started college, if at all. He went on a few dates here and there, but nothing ever worked out. Kurt felt different, although it was impossible for him to explain why.

"I wonder if its actually cloudy tonight or its just the usual mix of light pollution and smog," Kurt pondered. Blaine internally thanked Kurt for breaking the silence.

"Well its supposed to rain tomorrow so its probably cloudy…although I wouldnt totally throw away the smog theory."

Kurts next question came out of nowhere and took Blaine completely off guard. "Why didnt you continue performing?"

Blaine almost choked. "W-what?" He coughed out, totally surprised by Kurts question.

"Sorry I just…" Kurt looked down at his hands and bit his lip again. "I realized I knew you from somewhere when I first saw you but I couldnt place it. But then while you were skating you started singing to yourself and it came to me…" Kurt looked up right into Blaines eyes. "You were the lead of the Warblers at Dalton Academy."

Blaines mouth dropped slightly. "How did you…"

"We competed against each other twice. I went to McKinley."

Blaine wondered how Kurt could possibly remember something like that. Blaine thought back and remembered how they never went to Nationals because the New Directions kept beating them out at Regionals. "You guys were really good," Blaine finally said, not really knowing what he should say in a situation like this.

Kurt shrugged. "They never let me have a solo, which is probably the reason you cant remember me, but thank you. So you havent answered my question. Why didnt you continue with music and performing?"

Blaine didnt know what to say. "I liked business better in the end. Singing and performing was just something I did to have fun, you cant make a career out of that."

"Now if that isnt the biggest lie Ive ever heard." Blaine was taken off guard with the sudden change in Kurts tone. It was firm, and Blaine felt like Kurt was going to start yelling at him at any second.

"Im not lying," Blaine countered, his voice becoming defensive.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "There are three reasons I know youre lying. One: Its obvious you hate NYU, and its obvious that you could care less about anyone there. Two: Youre wearing your class ring you got from the Warblers, and I doubt you ever take it off because it looks like it could use a good polishing. Also when I mentioned the Warblers your eyes lit up brighter than New York on Christmas. And three: Your left eye twitches ever so slightly when you lie."

Blaine looked at him in awe and had to refrain from telling Kurt he was probably one of the strangest yet most interesting people hed ever met. "My left eye twitches when I lie?" Blaine asked, as a small smile gracing his lips.

"Its hardly noticeable. Everyone has some sort of a tell when theyre lying."

"So whats yours?"

Kurt crossed his arms and shook his head. "Not telling." Kurt cleared his throat and continued. "So the vibe Im getting from this is that it has something to do with your parents?"

Blaine nodded and sighed. He loved his parents, he really did, but sometimes they werent so understanding of his ambitions. "They would only pay for college in New York if I did something practical. I needed to get away and I had no way to support myself, so I agreed. If I could go back I would probably do things differently, but its been three years and life goes on."

When Kurt didnt say anything in response Blaine looked over to find that he was concentrating on a couple about fifteen feet away from them. The man looked to be in his late thirties while the woman looked no older than them. "Whats wrong?" Blaine asked, wondering what about them caught his attention.

"Oh, sorry. Thats really too bad, I think you would have been a wonderful performer. You should have tried for a scholarship or something." Kurt said quickly, pulling himself back into the conversation.

Blaine looked at Kurt curiously. "What do you see?"

Kurt shook his head. "Sorry sometimes I just cant stop my brain from…observing. Its annoying I know."

"No really, I want to know," Blaine persisted.

Kurt looked back over at the couple and tilted his head. "Hes wearing a wedding ring and she isnt. The way she looks at him…theyve been together for a few months now. This is probably the only time they can be together, right after he finishes work. His wife is probably at home waiting for him, although I feel like tonight hell have some explaining to do, since theres lipstick on his shirt collar."

"Wow. Teach me?"

Kurt lifted an eyebrow. "Teach you to what?"

"That. To be able to look at people and just know."

"You just have to look and draw conclusions from what you see. Come on, try that man over there," Kurt said as he pointed to an older man sitting on a bench with his dog. "Tell me about him."

Blaine looked but didnt come up with much immediately. "Hes an old guy walking his dog?"

Kurt laughed. "Yes. You have the most impeccable observation skills."

"Shut up," Blaine laughed as he pushed Kurt playfully.

"Is he married?"

Blaine squinted and noticed he wasnt wearing a wedding ring. "No. Okay so hes not married."

"How old does the dog look?"

"Well its a golden retriever, and theyre usually a lot bigger. So maybe its a puppy?"

"Mhm. Why do you think an old man would have a puppy?"

Blaine looked closely at the mans face, and all he could see was sadness. There wasnt any light in his eyes, and Blaine remembered how when his grandpa died his mom got his grandma a dog so shed have someone to spend time with.

"Oh no." Blaine could feel his eyes starting to water. "His wife died. And they were probably together a long time and it was probably recent." He didnt know whether or not he was right, but the look in his eyes, it was almost as if a piece of him was missing.

Kurt laid his hand over Blaines and gave him a sympathetic smile. "Theyre just random people and random faces, but everyone has a story. Sometimes it doesnt take more than a look."

Blaine nodded slowly in agreement, although he felt as if he could look at Kurt for hours and never completely figure him out.