"Theater Eight. It'll be the last one on the right." Blaine announces, tearing the customer's ticket and returning them the stub, just in case they want to keep it forever, as a memory. Maybe the movie they're about to watch will be their new favorite. Maybe it will continue to be their favorite until the day they pass away. Maybe it will be one of the worst movies they've ever seen, so they decide to go write a horrible report on it on the internet and accidentally spike a big career as a movie critic. Or maybe this will just be one of many, many movies this person will see in their lifetime that have absolutely no effect on them. Blaine hopes its one of the earlier choices. He's imaginative like that. He likes to make up backstories for each and every one of his customers.

That guy with the ten gallon hat and cowboy boots? He's a sucker for westerns. He's coralling around his not-more-than-five year old daughter, who just so happens to be wearing a pair of matching boots, and they must have come to the theater today to see 'Rattlesnakes 2: Return of the Hiss'. Not one of Blaine's personal favorites, but hey, he doesn't judge. The girl who looks like she might be hiding a purebread poodle in her purse and is wearing such bright pink nail polish that she could probably outshine the sun? Chick flicks. Loves 'em. Blaine would feel like such a horrible stereotypist if it weren't the fact that he actually knows this about that girl. She's here at least once a week. Always seeing chick flicks. Always by herself. Blaine likes to believe that she's by herself because she happens to be a very independent woman who 'don't need no man'. Blaine hopes.

And then Blaine is just about to make another ridiculous backstory up for another ridiculous person going to see another ridiculous movie when a not-so-ridiculous looking person catches his eyes. In fact this not-so-ridiuclous looking person happens to look, well, the opposite of ridiculous. He looks stunning. Almost like a movie star himself. Blaine is so busy having a mental breakdown and an intense fit of nerding-out in his brain that he doesn't even realize that this stunning guy is coming his way, and is fast-approaching.

The guy holds out his ticket and smiles at Blaine, but Blaine just stares at him for a few seconds. Or maybe a minute. Or two.

"Um. Hi." The guy laughs, waving the ticket in front of Blaine's face. Blaine sputters and clears his throat, face turning a bright shade of cherry red when he takes the ticket from the man and their fingers brush ever so slightly.

"Hi." He breathes, ripping the guy's ticket and giving him back the stub. "Are you going to keep the stub?" He blabbers before he has time to stop himself.

"Excuse me?" The stunning guy is smiling and giving Blaine an 'are you okay?' look and Blaine is blushing even harder.

"Are you going to keep it? Like, as a memory. 'Cause I see a lot of people throw their stubs away after the movie and it's really sad. Sometimes I go through the trash and get them back and keep them. Is that weird? I think people should keep the stubs. Movies are important, and remembering that you saw them, maybe with a certain person or on a certain day. I think that's important, too." The stunning guy with perfect eyes and perfect swoopy hair and a perfect jawline doesn't say anything, just looks at Blaine as if he's some kind of mythical creature who just told him the answer to life, the universe, and everything. Which is 42, by the way.

"Nevermind. Theater Eight. Last one on the right." Blaine tells him, handing him his stub back and smiling nervously. The stunning guy just laughs and shakes his head, graciously taking the stub back from Blaine. The man is halfway down the hallway leading to Theater Eight when he turns around and shouts, "I do, by the way. I keep the stubs." Blaine smiles when the guy holds up the stub before placing it in his back pocket. And Blaine's just about to chase after him and ask him for his number or something, but he figures that he can do that after his movie. Maybe even ask him how it was, if he liked it. Blaine has seen every movie that's playing, because, well, when you get free tickets, why waste them? He's curious as to how this guy will like the movie. Yeah, definitely curious about the movie. Uh-huh.

When the movie seems to end and a wave of people start to rush out of Theater Eight, Blaine can't seem to find the stunning guy. Either he took a different exit or he somehow slipped passed Blaine's view in the sea of human bodies because he is nowhere to be found. Blaine frowns and is quite disappointed, if only for a few good seconds before a line of people start forming and he has to return to ripping ticket stubs. The stunning guy seems to fade from his brain for a few days and he's back to watching people throw away their stubs after every movie, his heart breaking a little more each time. Some people don't appreciate the things they should. Or maybe Blaine's just weird.

But at least Blaine doesn't have to worry about stunning guy anymore. He's become a regular at the theater, always seeming to go see the movies that Blaine likes the best. He can't help but find that stunning guy looks just way too familiar to be someone he's only seen come to the theater. One day, he can't take it anymore.

"I'm Blaine Anderson. Would you like to go out with me sometime?" He blurts when he's halfway through tearing the ticket for stunning guy, weeks later. Stunning guy smiles and cocks his head.

"I've been waiting for you to ask me that since the first movie." He laughs, taking his stub from Blaine. "Yeah, I'd love to. Catch me after the movie?" He offers, and Blaine nods.

"Yeah of course." He's beaming and blushing and probably about to pass out due to pure happiness, and then stunning guy is about to walk through the double doors that lead to his movie when Blaine realizes, wait, he's still just 'stunning guy' to him. "Hey!" He calls out. "What's your name?"

"Kurt Hummel." The stunning guy, Kurt, replies before disappearing behind the doors. Blaine nods and mulls over his name in his head. Kurt Hummel. Kurt... Hummel. It rings a bell but he can't quite place it. Blaine shrugs to himself and glances over at one of the screens displaying the previews to some of the upcoming movies. He's just about to take another customer's ticket when he hears, "Escape Into The Abyss, starring the one and only, Kurt Hummel!"

Oh.