It wasnt exactly a cage.  It was constructed of two large pipes, each bent to form a rectangle.  The two rectangles were, then, crossed to form an open-sided rectangle.  Hanging from where the two bars crossed at the bottom was a man, whose back was draped over the cross-bars, legs and arms dangling balletically in the air in a way that looked effortless, but Blaine knew that it actually required more abdominal muscle strength than he would ever have. 

The cage spun as it descended from the ceiling and came to a stop about ten feet above the floor.  Still spinning, the man kicked his legs over and off the cage, so that his body dangled straight down, supported by arms straight out in a move that Blaine had seen Olympic gymnasts do on the rings, but also spinning rapidly like a whirling dervish.  He was shirtless, dressed only in a pair of tight, black pants which allowed Blaine to see every ripple of his muscles as the lights moved back and forth over him. 

Moving with the music, the man twisted his body around and through the cage, performing a dance that has half ballet, half trapeze act, making Blaines breath catch in his throat while the other men on the dance floor screamed and reached for the dancer trying to get a hand on him. 

Balancing one foot on the crossbar, the man bent in half like a jackknife, one leg going straight up to perform perfect vertical splits while his hands went down to grasp the bar by his foot.  With the cage continuing to spin and spin, the man--body perfectly in control--kicked his bottom leg up to perform a straight-edge handstand inside the cage, which then turned into horizontal splits as the legs scissored apart from each other until a foot was pressed to each opposite bar. 

The crowd hooted and screamed.

Blaine knew only one man that flexible, but the constantly moving spotlight, the darkness of the club, the spinning cage, and Blaines position far across the dance floor made him uncertain.  He needed to get closer. 

Blaine felt a little ridiculous perched on the shoulders of the massive man, but he decided to use it to his advantage anyway.  He bent down and shouted into the mans ear, "Can you get me nearer to the cage?"

"No problem."

It wasnt, either.  The crowd parted magically in the wake of the behemoth.  It reminded Blaine a little of the scene in The Princess Bride, where Fezzik shouted, "Everybody, move!"  and everybody did. 

As they drew closer, all of Blaines lingering doubt was erased.  It was definitely Kurt in the cage.  Kurt with amazing abs.  They must be new.  Blaine definitely didnt remember those, and he would have remembered. 

But far more important to Blaine than Kurts muscular physique was his consummate showmanship.  While performing acts of physical prowess requiring massive strength and rubber band agility, he was also constantly interacting with both the crowd and the music.  It was a performance, and a breath-taking one.   Objectively, if the performer had been a complete stranger, Blaine would have still been wowed. 

As the song drew to an end, Kurt dangled by one hand from the bottom of the cage, spinning at a dizzying rate, head dangling to one side and hair flying.  As the music sounded its last beat, Kurt lifted his head, blew a kiss to the crowd and dropped to the floor.  Then, flanked by hulking bouncers, he quickly tripped across the dance floor and disappeared through a side door.  As soon as the door closed, one of the two massive bouncer stepped in front of it, his arms crossed menacingly while the other slipped back into the crowd. 

Blaine sat stunned on the shoulders of the other man.  Kurt was a cage dancer?  Kurt danced half-naked, night after night, for the pleasure of sweating, screaming boys?  Kurt displayed his body for money?  This was the same Kurt who wore so many clothes in high school that Blaine had to struggle to not come in his pants before he could get them all off of his sexy boyfriend? 

Blaine shook his head.  He couldnt believe it. 

He slipped off the back of his new friend and onto the floor. 

"Hey, where you going?"

Blaine shrugged.  He didnt know.  He pointed toward the door where Kurt had disappeared and explained, "Thats my friend."

"Kurt?  You know Kurt?"

"Yeah.  I thought I did."

"Huh."

Blaine tried to clear his head.  He couldnt think.  He was shocked, and it was too loud, too hot, and the lights were too flashy, and he couldnt think.    

But then he could. 

He stood on tiptoe to shout up at the massive man, "Can you get me back there?"  He pointed to the door behind which Kurt had disappeared.  

"Why you wanna see Kurt?"

"Because...because..."  Blaine couldnt articulate it, and then, suddenly, he could, because it was so simple, "Because I need to tell him that I love him!"  Blaine was shouting over the music, and a few heads turned his way. 

A thin man in a cut-off tank top shouted back, "You go get ‘im, honey."

The giant smiled, "Oh.  Thats nice."  He looked over at the door where the scary bouncer was standing, and then he looked back down at Blaine.  Way down.  "Stay behind me and get ready to move," he ordered. 

Blaine complied, following in the mans wake as he headed toward the bouncer.  When they closed in on the door, the bouncer looked up.  His face drained of all color, and he opened his mouth to say, "A..."

Before he got out more than a single syllable, the mountain punched him right in the jaw. 

Blaine had the door open and was through the opening before the body hit the floor.