"Rachel Berry, I hate you" Kurt moaned as he took her hand to help her out of the yellow NYC taxi. Her tight black dress and heels weren't really practical for movement but she did look good.

She had promised him a good night out, just the two of them, seeing as they hadn’t been out together for ages. Actually Kurt hadn’t been out properly in the past two months; not since he found his last boyfriend Callum with another guy. Every person he ever went out with was either selfish, vain and didn't really care about Kurt in the long run. He'd been fed up of relationships and his break from boys had turned into a break from any kind of social life.

Rachel had nagged him. Finn had nagged him. Mercedes, Santana, Puck...all of them had been telling him for the past few weeks. "Kurt come out with us" "Kurt please, it'll be fun!" "Seriously, dude you need to get laid" (The last one was Puck)

"Kurt, it will be fun I promise!" Rachel answered, glaring at her friend as he let go of her hand as soon as her feet touched the pavement, leaving her teetering in her black heels.
“Does this look like the face of man who wanted to be brought to a frickin’ strip club?” he answered angrily. He leant against the outside wall of the nightclub, folding his arms; its garish flashing lights and pictures were not what he really wanted.

“Kurt, look I’m sorry, if you really don’t want to stay, we can go home but you’ve been moping round the house for two months now, you needed to get out, get drunk and have some fun with little ol’ me” she said charmingly.

He raised an eyebrow at her but didn’t say anything. He was still a little pissed off with her for dragging him out anyway when America’s Next Top Model was on tonight but she had a point.

“Just be glad it was me who dragged you out and not Puck or Santana?” she said again, grinning at him.

Kurt couldn’t help but laugh. She had point; if Santana and Puck had gotten a hold of him, the most likely situation was he would end up being completely smashed off his face and having sex with a random stranger. Which was not something Kurt Hummel did…apart from the one time, it did happen. He blamed Puck for that, though.

“Fine. You’re buying me a drink first though” he rolled his eyes at her.

“Deal” she linked her arms through his and dragged him inside.

Once Kurt had gotten a Diet Coke and Vodka inside him, he had lightened up a little bit, actually finding that he was enjoying himself, the club wasn’t as tacky as previous clubs he had been to and the music was decent.

Him and Rachel had gotten a table in the center of the room; they could see the dance floor, the bar, the stage.

“So where are the strippers then Rach?” Kurt asked jokingly.

However, almost as soon as the words left his mouth, the lights on the stage blew up and the rest of the room fell darker. Music began playing and Kurt internally yelled at himself. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to witness this.

The first guy to appear was a blonde, tall, and immediately even though his shirt was still on, Kurt could tell he was muscular. He began dancing, grinding his hips against nothing in particular winking at a few girls in the club who were practically melting under this guy’s gaze. He moved to the right of the stage and a second guy walked on, his hips swivelling.

He was attractive sure, but not really Kurt’s type. He was tall, brown-haired but he looked like he was enjoying the attention far too much. He moved to the left side of the stage and he gave the blonde guy a small smile as they continued dancing.

Kurt began to take a sip of the drink in his hand when the third guy walked on. Upon which, he preceded to spit out the drink he just attempted to swallow.

This guy was perfection.

No other words. Pure perfection.

Rachel began to giggle at Kurt’s un-composed way but he didn’t care. He couldn’t take his eyes off this guy.

He had curly black hair, olive coloured skin and a smile that lit up the entire room. He had an incredibly tight black t-shirt on which showed just how muscly his arms were.

He stayed center stage and he grinned smugly knowing that at least three of the girls who had been ogling to the blonde one where now turned to him.

Kurt was staring rather openly at him now; slowly but surely, the three of them had started to go into what was obviously a well-choreographed dance but it was possibly one of the sexiest things Kurt had ever seen.

The one in the middle turned with effortless grace and he began to sneak a hand up his torso brining his shirt with it. The first sight of toned skin turned Kurt into a wordless wreck; those abs!

Kurt was pretty sure he was open-mouthed now and he knew full well Rachel was giving him a funny look but he didn’t care; he was struggling to even blink.

The music got quicker and the three of them ripped (actually fucking ripped) off their shirts, revealing sculptured abs and in Kurt’s eyes anyway, absolute perfection. He also heard Rachel’s breath catch in her throat at the sight of the blonde one’s stomach but he still only had eyes for the middle one.

Now he was shirtless Kurt could see the dents in his skin, the hair trailing down towards….

Kurt, stop it, now is not the time to be having those thoughts, he mentally scolded himself.

The guy threw a dazzling smile to the audience and for a brief second, he caught Kurt’s eye. His concentration almost wavered but with a tiny shake of the head, he got back to the task at hand. Slipping a hand to the waistband of his tight denim shorts, the men began to pull them away from their bodies.

Once again, Kurt had to force the undapper thoughts building in his mind to the back of his head and try to keep them there.

Now clad in only tight black briefs which showed the most amount of skin possible, the only in the middle still had a huge smile on his face as if the fact he was barely wearing anything wasn’t affecting him.

Just as the three men slipped their hands underneath their underwear as if to take them off – Kurt had actually leant forward with anticipation, screw being composed, this guy was hot!- the lights on the stage went off and the show had finished.

There were cries of “Really?!” and “Aww!” from the females near the front and Kurt felt their pain. He glanced at Rachel who was staring and shaking her head at him in amused shame.

“What?” he said calmly, sipping his drink nonchalantly, not meeting her gaze.

“Do not deny it. You’re enjoying yourself? And I’m not sure it’s just my company any more” she said, pointing in the direction of the now empty stage.

He shrugged but smiled at her all the same. She grinned back and then she noticed someone behind Kurt and her face fell.

“Rach? What’s the matter?” Kurt asked in concern at his friend’s sudden expression change.

“Um” was all she managed to say when a voice Kurt didn’t want to hear piped up.

“Well, Kurt isn’t this a surprise?”

Kurt’s face hardened at the sound of the voice. He turned round to face his stupid cheater of an ex Callum, his arm draped round some other guy.  

“Callum” Kurt said firmly.

“How’ve you been? This is Josh by the way”

“I take it you’re the guy he cheated on me with?” Kurt asked coldly. For some reason, Josh proudly nodded.

“He’s better than you anyway Kurt. You were never really my type but you’re a person and you were there. I needed sex. You provided it” Callum said with a smirk waiting for Kurt’s reaction.

Kurt’s eyes widened with hurt. He’d been used. Again.

“You were never that good in the bedroom anyway honey” Kurt replied best he could. Inside, he was wishing the ground would just swallow him up.

“You know what Kurt? You’re an arrogant little twat who never thinks of anyone else but himself. When we were together, all you wanted to do was either talk about your job or do boring ‘couple’ stuff. You were fun at first but then you got boring. Hence why I left”

Kurt stood there and took the ridicule; he could feel his cheeks burning and the tears forming in his eyes.

“You’re drunk Callum” Kurt replied.

Rachel grabbed his arm supportively and whispered “He’s not worth it, come on”

“So what if I am? You deserve to know this, you little creep”

Kurt couldn’t handle it any longer; he turned and ran towards the restroom. He heard Rachel shout. “You’re a little bastard you know?” followed by “Kurt, wait!”

She couldn’t follow him inside obviously but he knew she would be outside. He leant against the sink and stared at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t help but cry silently. Tears were flowing freely and he felt like such an idiot. Callum had been nice at first, and yes he knew he talked about his job a lot but only because Callum was concerned with getting him into the bedroom.

Kurt sobbed. Why could he not find anyone worthwhile? He was a nice guy, he hoped he was anyway, he tried so hard to find the perfect guy but to no avail, he just wasn’t there. Rachel always told him ‘he’ll be just around the corner’ but when? When will he find that someone?

Kurt heard the toilet flush from the stall behind him and immediately straightened up and wiped a few tears off his cheeks, biting his lip to hold them back.

The guy walked out from the stall and stood at the sink next to Kurt. Briefly Kurt looked up in the mirror and saw

Oh shit.

It was the really hot stripper, now wearing a navy jumper and beige Capri pants; he was even hotter in person. The faintest bit of stubble graced his face and neck and damn it looked good.

Of course, the hottest person Kurt had ever seen would walk into his life when he was a sobbing wreck.

The brief glance in the mirror had caused stripper guy to give Kurt a double – take.

“Hey are you okay?” he asked kindly, drying his hands on a paper towel and throwing it nearly into the waste bin nearby.

“Me? Yeah, yeah, I’m fine” Kurt replied with as much as a smile as he could muster.

“You don’t look it. Care to tell a stranger?” he said, stepping a little nearer to Kurt, a dazzling but kind smile on his face.

Kurt couldn’t help but laugh a little. “I saw a bit too much of you out there to call you a stranger I think”

He smiled again when the man laughed as well. Such a cute laugh. Was this guy just all round perfect?!

“I see. Fine, I’m Blaine. Blaine Anderson” he chuckled, holding out his hand to Kurt who shook it and no, of course he didn’t take a quick look at how muscular Blaine’s arm were up close.

“Kurt Hummel”

“Sure you don’t want to tell me what the matter is?” Blaine asked again, his voice full of genuine concern.

Kurt looked down and wiped his eyes again. “My ex-boyfriend turned up here tonight, he cheated on me and words were said. You don’t want to be bothered with my problems. Thank you though” Kurt suddenly found some tissue being pressed into his hand by Blaine.

“He sounds like a dick. And of course I want to be bothered; I can’t have people being upset. I’m sorry he turned up”

“Not your fault, but thank you” Kurt smiled back and he realised he had stopped crying.

“I saw you in the audience tonight you know? If you don’t mind me saying, I thought you were one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen. Anyone who would cheat on you must be a complete idiot to not see the person right in front of him”

“I don’t mind you saying at all” Kurt said, blushing.

“So erm, any chance I could get your number?” Blaine asked, taking his turn to blush.

Kurt, I think the man around the corner has just turned up, he thought to himself.