"What can I do for you tonight?" Blaine asked the newest arrival at the bar with a grin that quickly vanished when he saw the distraught look on the young man's face.

The man did not answer Blaine. Instead he sat there staring about two feet to the left of Blaine's head clearly deep in thought. The man looked tired and completely unhappy. Blaine thought for a moment about how such a completely gorgeous young man could end up looking so unhappy, but then realized he'd been staring for quite some time now. The man still had not noticed Blaine's presence though...

"Sir?" Blaine tried again to get his attention and this time succeeded.

"Wha- oh! Sorry! Lost my train of thought. What did you say?"

"Just seeing what I can get you." Blaine answered cheerily.

"Uhh... just a beer is fine. Thank you." The man suddenly looked upset again as he pulled out his phone.

"Not to pry or anything, but are you okay? You look like the color's gone out of the world." Blaine hesitated as he reached under the counter for a glass.

"I- uh... well, yeah- I, um..." the man babbled, "I- I'm fine. Fine."

Blaine couldn't help it when the corner of his mouth drew up a little bit.

"You are an incredible liar, let me tell you." Blaine winked at the stranger handing him his beer.

Right then a tall blonde girl appeared next to Blaine and told him to "get outta her way" because it was her turn to man the bar. Blaine removed his waist apron and told her about each of the open tabs that he had collected before he came out from behind the bar.

He went into the back room to grab his cardigan and was about to leave when he got an idea.

"Need to talk to someone about whatever's going on," Blaine asked making the man at the bar practically fall off his stool with surprise, "Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"I'm really fine. Thanks for the concern though." The man replied.

"You're not fine. Fine would be you smiling or laughing or dancing with someone out there on the dance floor. You're not fine. I don't think you're even okay."

That was all it took to make the beautiful man break. Without warning, his blue eyes suddenly filled with tears and he hid his face in one of his elbows on the counter. His slim shoulders shook lightly as shoulders do when someone is trying to hold back a sob.

"Hey, hey," Blaine grabbed one of the boy's hands and pulled him up off his stool and into a tight hug, "shh, hey, it's gonna be okay. Don't worry."

The man pulled away suddenly, realizing that he was being held, in the middle of a bar, by a complete stranger.

"I-I'm so s-sorry," he stuttered avoiding eye contact, "I should r-really go."

The man started to walk away wiping his tear-stained face on his sleeve, but Blaine reached out and gently grabbed his arm.

"It seems to me you need someone to talk to. I know I'm just some guy in some bar, but I'm a good listener. I won't judge you. You don't even have to tell me your name if you don't want to; though I have been wondering what it is ever since I looked up from the bar and saw you. Basically what I'm saying is: no strings attached. You talk to me about what's going on, and then if you never want to see me again you don't have to... I just- you really look like you need someone to talk to."

"Kurt."

"What?" Blaine asked confused.

"Kurt. My name is Kurt. And you are?" Kurt replied.

"Oh! I'm Blaine, Blaine Anderson." Blaine smiled; this was more than he had hoped.

"I'll talk, but not here. It's too loud and frankly I don't really feel like crying in a bar ever again for the rest of my life... so..." Kurt admitted.

"We can talk in my car, if you're comfortable with that, or really where ever you want." Blaine smiled genuinely at Kurt whose eyes were still a little red and puffy from crying.

"Uh, yeah... yeah, you're car's fine." Kurt agreed.

They were almost to Blaine's car when Kurt remembered, "Oh! I forgot to pay for my beer!" and began to turn back.

Blaine stopped him, "Don't worry about it, it's on me."

"Oh, uh, thank you then... I'm going against everything my father ever taught me by getting into a stranger's car, by the way." Kurt laughed gently.

It was the first time Blaine saw him smile, and it nearly took his breath away. This man was extremely beautiful, especially when he smiled. However, the smile fell, almost as soon as it came, and was replaced by sadness once again.

"Well in that case... I'm Blaine Devon Anderson. I like cardigans and bowties. I love coffee and good books. I work at a bar, as you know. I'm twenty-two. I'm from Ohio. And I like to sing for fun," Blaine stated, "Now we're not strangers anymore."

Blaine unlocked his car and slid into his seat. He sat there for a moment while Kurt hesitated and then climbed in as well. Blaine turned on the car and rolled the windows down so that he could feel the pleasant summer breeze while they talked and then turned on the radio, just low enough to hear without it being intrusive.

"So, Kurt," he liked the feel of Kurt's name on his tongue, "what's wrong?"

"I- wow, this is going to sound incredibly stupid, I don't even know why I'm crying really, but I um... I just got- got dumped." Kurt muttered.

"That's not stupid, Kurt," Blaine assured, "Getting dumped sucks. And I can tell you for a fact that most people do in fact cry when they get dumped. It's a human instinct... however; I'm sensing that's not the entire story..."

"It was a text. He did it through a text. We were together six months. And he broke up with me. Through. A. Text." Kurt's eyes were starting to tear up again.

"Oh... wow, I- Kurt, I'm so sorry. That's just- wow. What an asshole." Blaine felt a hint of anger blooming inside him. This gorgeous man deserved better, "If you don't mind my asking, what the text said?"

"'I can't do this anymore. We're over.'" Kurt blinked away the tears that made it to the surface.

"He didn't even give you a reason..." Blaine stated bitterly.

"Classic James." Kurt muttered.

"You know what, Kurt? Don't let this guy make you feel like shit, okay? You deserve way better than that douchebag." Blaine declared.

"Thanks."

"Now, if you're up for it, I think we should go do something fun to clear your head-" Blaine began but was cut off by Kurt whose eyes had turned dark.

"I knew it... you just wanted to get in my pants! I opened up to you and you just wanted-"

"No! No-no-no! Kurt! That's not what I meant at all! I was just going to suggest we go and play some arcade games at the Penny Arcade down the street!" Blaine interjected.

"Oh... I just thought... never mind..." Kurt murmured.

"Not that I don't find you attractive... because I do, extremely so, but I would never, ever hook up with a guy who I just met, and even more-so I would never hit on a guy who's just gone through a bad break up." Blaine explained as a hint of pink stained his cheeks.

"You... uh... shall we go to that arcade?" Kurt changed the subject.

"Of course!"

Blaine started up the car and turned up the radio so they could hear what was playing. He drove a total of four blocks and pulled into a small parking lot situated right next to the arcade. There were five different buildings holding different arcade games.

"They've got pinball, ski-ball, foosball, air hockey, some random arcade games, a photo-booth, oh, and over there," Blaine pointed to one of the buildings, "they have a bunch of old-fashioned games from like the 20's or 30's or something."

"How about ski-ball?" Kurt decided.

"Great! But I should warn you, I'm pretty awful..." Blaine laughed.

"We'll see."

"See? I told you I'm awful." Blaine turned just in time to see Kurt's eyes snap up from where they had obviously been staring at his ass. Blaine smirked, "Enjoying the view?"

"Wha- I um... I don't know what- uh what you're talking about." Kurt stammered heat flooding his already pink cheeks.

"Suuure." Blaine winked at Kurt.

Blaine made a point of bending over to put a quarter in the machine for Kurt knowing that he wouldn't be able to stop himself from looking.

"You're turn, good sir." Blaine held his arm out towards the ski-ball machine and bowed slightly, "I shall do my best not to leer as you did."

"Hey! I did not!" Kurt argued turning a shade darker.

Blaine just chuckled and leaned against the prize counter as Kurt began to play. He really had meant it when he said he would do his best not to leer, but Kurt was wearing obscenely tight skinny jeans that made it rather difficult. Every time Kurt bent down to pick up another ball Blaine's eyes immediately were drawn to his perfectly round ass.

Kurt turned around and Blaine whipped his eyes up to his face, but he was too slow. Kurt smirked at him knowingly.

"So much for not leering, Blaine." It was the first time he said Blaine's name and Blaine thought he would like to hear it forever.

Blaine shrugged, "At least I'll admit that's what I was doing."

"I didn't- you- but- ugh! I thought you said you don't hit on guys who are going through bad break ups?" Kurt threw at him.

"I don't," Blaine began, "However, I never said anything about not staring at their magnificent asses."

Kurt, if it was even possible, was turning an even deeper shade of red. He opened his mouth to retort back, but closed it again quickly when he couldn't think of anything to say.

"Shall I go on about magnificent asses...? Or should we go play some pinball?" Blaine smiled at Kurt's speechlessness.

"Pinball I think."

After playing a couple games of pinball (where Blaine totally kicked ass, by the way) Blaine's stomach growled horrifically.

"Wow, I'm sorry, I've kept you from dinner." Kurt laughed, looking over at Blaine's stomach.

"Oh no, don't worry about it, I just ate a huge lion today for lunch and he's still getting used to his new habitat." Blaine joked with a wink.

"Uh-huh, sure... I'm hungry too. Wanna get some fries or something?" Kurt asked already heading toward a small drive-in situated right next to the arcade.

Blaine followed without answering. He had the urge to reach out and take Kurt's hand, but he held back due to his 'I don't hit on guys going through bad break ups' rule.

They got up to the counter and quickly ordered their fries along with two milk shakes. Kurt was just reaching for his wallet when Blaine slid his debit card to the lady behind the counter.

"It's on me."

Kurt rolled his eyes, but smiled gently. They took their fries and shakes over to a small red and white picnic table and started eating. Blaine wolfed down his fries extremely fast and then started on his shake. He was still a little hungry, but he didn't feel like getting up to get more food. Instead he watched as Kurt took two fries between his thin fingers and slowly brought them to his lips.

Blaine felt saliva pool into his mouth and swallowed it down quickly. Whether it was caused by the fries or Kurt's lips, he didn't even know himself. Kurt had however caught him, once again, staring.

"You can have some of these if you want. I'm not going to eat them all..." Kurt slid his fries towards Blaine a little before saying, "Really, Blaine. I ate right before I went to the bar."

"Thanks."

Blaine reached out to grab a french fry just as Kurt did the same and their fingers brushed. Blaine felt as though he had been shocked by the touch, and started to blush.

"Sorry..." he said looking up to see Kurt roll his eyes and shake his head at Blaine, "What?"

"I'm just trying to figure you out... First you offer to listen to my sob story about how I was just dumped-"

"Just trying to be friendly." Blaine cut in.

"Then you tell me you don't hit on guys who are going through break ups-"

"Well I don't!" Blaine argued.

"Then I catch you staring at my ass, and you admit to it." Blaine was blushing profusely at this point. He should not have stared at Kurt's amazing, perfect ass. But god, that ass.

"And then you pay for my food. But when you accidentally brush up against me, you apologize. I just... don't get you." Kurt finished.

"Sorry." Blaine repeated.

Kurt giggled for a second before taking a long sip from his milk shake, and god that mouth. Blaine wished so badly that he could just lean over and kiss that mouth until it was swollen and red.

Instead he asked, "So, Kurt, tell me a little about you?"

"Nuh-uh," Kurt answered, "I'll tell you about myself when you ask me on a real date."

Blaine stared at Kurt speechless for a moment as Kurt took another sip of his shake and then looked pointedly at Blaine, who was still in shock.

"You uh... but I thought-" Blaine was having trouble getting the words out, "You... you want me to ask you out?"

"You've been more of a gentleman tonight, and to a complete stranger I might add, than James was to me in the entire six months of our relationship."

"I'm sorry." Blaine said genuinely.

"You apologize too much." Kurt noted.

"Sorry." Blaine smirked.

"Can I at least get a last name?" Blaine asked as he drove Kurt back to the bar's parking lot.

"Hummel."

"Well, Kurt Hummel, it has been a lovely night." Blaine stated.

"It has," Kurt agreed, "Can I have your phone number?"

"Y-yes. Of course." Blaine programmed his number into Kurt's phone and gave it back to him.

"Well, Mr. Anderson, it was nice to meet you." Kurt started to get out of Blaine's car.

"Wait," Blaine grabbed Kurt's wrist to pull him back, "Don't I get your number?"

"We'll see." And with that Kurt was gone.