One good thing about living in New York means twenty-four hour Subway services. Blaine decided to take one to his street; or near it anyway. He got on the A train going east toward Manhattan. The long trip home gave him time to ease back and relax as he tried to forget what had happened earlier that evening and the fact that he left Brinley cheering excitedly at the male strippers.

He laid his head back and closed his eyes. A little cat-nap always helped Blaine unwind, so thats exactly what he began doing. He got probably no more than twenty minutes when a loud thud shocked him awake. Blaine looked curiously around the train car and found it was just a soda bottle someone had dropped that they were picking it up. Relieved, Blaine scanned his head to look back forward and hopefully fall back asleep when his eyes caught on a familiar face. In fact, he almost missed the man if he hadnt done a double take.

Blaines eyes widened in both horror and astonishment. No! It couldnt be! He escaped the building to avoid him and now hes back in Blaines life!

Blaine tried to look away but he was too shocked to believe his eyes that he couldnt get them to turn away from the man sitting directly across from him reading a book.

He was stunning too. The man had long, muscled arms, as Blaine could see from his t-shirt and matching legs that were crossed as he sat his book in his lap. His hair was formed into a nice quiff. But Blaines favorite part about the entire man was his long eye lashes. Especially now as his eyes were cast down at a book.

The man - without lifting his face - looked up at Blaine and smiled shyly at him before book marking his page and lifted his head the rest of the way to look at Blaine face-to-face.

His smile widened as he spoke, "I noticed you staring at me." He chuckled. Blaine gulped. The man was speaking to him. Unlike most men, his voice was soft, and high, and light. Blaine thought it was as beautiful as the rest of him, "Much to see or not much to see?" And as he spoke Blaine noticed another thing about him, his eyes, blue-green.

The man slightly tilted his head to the side and batted his gorgeous eyes. Blaine realized that he hasnt answered the mans question.

"Oh, uhm..." Blaines cheeks flushed as they did earlier as he shyly looked away from the man.

He giggled again as he shook his head.

Blaine stood up and walked across the subway to sit down next to the man. He looked at Blaine as Blaine spoke, "I feel like I recognize you." He said, "Are you a stripper at Bikini Straps and Heart Attacks?" Blaine asked in a low whisper.

The man looked away and down at the floor. Obviously he was a little embarrassed. The man nodded his head a little, "Yes." He replied sheepishly, "Reluctantly" He then mumbled to what seemed like himself.

Blaine inched closer to him, "I saw you in there tonight." He whispered.

The man nodded, then furrowed his eyebrows, " I think I saw you in there too."

Blaine smiled, "I think you did too."

"So, whats your name?" The man then asked Blaine. Blaines heart fell. Small talk. Thats what the man wanted to do, and now that Blaine had his answer, he wanted to avoid.

"Uh... uh... Blaine..." He deadpanned.

"Hmm," The man nodded, "Kurt." and he, Kurt stuck out his hand to shake Blaines. Blaine cautiously joined his hand in Kurts and slowly shook it up and down. Then the train stopped, "Oh, I get off here." Kurt announced as he gathered himself up.

Blaine stood too, "Me too." He simply said. Which was true.