Spinning like a 45 ballerina...

Blaine isn't a major club kid. Or club young adult as the case may be. He is a serious theatre student and generally prefers sing-a-longs at the local piano bar, Callbacks, to the dark haze of a gay club. But he just graduated, he's single, and his roommate, Sam, was home in Ohio for the holidays. And he loves to dance. So it seemed like the perfect night to put on his tight red jeans, his patent leather shoes, and have a few drinks. And if someone at the bar happens to notice, all the better.

Although now it seems that he is the one doing the noticing. And he has an in as long as he doesn't get tongue tied.

"Hey, Rachel?"

"Oh hey, Blaine, right?" Rachel seems to recognize him. "You go to NYADA?"

"Just graduated actually. I saw you perform at the Winter Showcase. You were incredible." Rachel preens at the compliment.

"Why thank you," She turns to him. "This is my roommate, Kurt. Kurt, this is Blaine, from NYADA."

"Kurt," He repeats and extends his hand. "Nice to meet you." He pauses for a minute in the eye contact wanting to make sure that Kurt's ice blue eyes were not shooting daggers at him too. They aren't. "I work out too," Blaine says deliberately. "But probably not enough."

Kurt's eyes sparkle, amused. "Ha. You heard that."

"I did."

"Lucky for you," Kurt continues, "I'm not usually that harsh."

"It was witty," Blaine shrugs.

"Definitely mean," Rachel is still shaking her head. "Kurt can be judgy."

"Even when someone is trying to pick you up," Blaine notes to himself.

"Especially when someone is trying to pick me up," Kurt looks directly at Blaine. Is that a dare? He hopes so.

"Can I get you three something here?" The bartender's irritated voice breaks the staring contest. They are standing in a premium location along the bar and no one has a drink in their hand. "If not, dance floor is over there," the bartender gestures. He wants his tips. Fair.

"What do you two normally get?" Blaine reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bank card. "This round is on me. I'll have a gin and tonic," Blaine says to the bartender, "And-" He looks at Kurt and Rachel.

"Cranberry and vodka for me and Kurt," Rachel says.

"Thanks," Kurt says as they take their drinks and head over to the dance floor. "Much better from a friend of Rachel's than the muscle man with an innocence kink."

"Ew," Blaine shakes his head.

"Totally not my type."

"Big muscles, works out A LOT?" Blaine emphasizes.

"Working out is good," Kurt looks down and Blaine thinks he sees him bite his lip before looking up. "But I think I prefer not quite enough." Blaine's eyebrows rise. "Gotta have other interests," Kurt explains quickly.

Rachel had encouraged him to come to New York despite his initial NYADA rejection, had moved out of the dorms to share a Brooklyn loft with him, and had supported him in becoming Vogue's most talented intern. But those successes were apparently not enough. Now she was dedicated to spicing up his non-existent social life with a focus on rejecting limits set by growing up gay in Lima, Ohio. And that included dressing up in his tightest blue and red patterned jeans, matching blue button down short sleeved shirt with his signature ascot, and letting loose with the help of a fake id and a little rum and coke. Emphasis on the little because he was definitely not drunk enough to be hit on by the gym bunny in front of him.

The problem wasn't how he looked. Blondie had soft hair, pretty blue eyes, and a six pack Kurt could see plainly under his deliberately tight white shirt. He could feel his body stir at the idea of less clothes and more hands, touching him skillfully. He wonders if he would be ticklish. If the guy is ticklish. And he has his own secret Richard Simmons workouts and free weights under his bed too. He can compete. But all of that, as usual, is in his head, because gym bunny had already revealed his true self. Fatal error.

"Hey. Haven't seen you here before. Welcome."

Kurt had turned around to make sure the guy was talking to him. There was no one other than Rachel whose eyes bugged out in far too enthusiastic excitement. "Who me?" Kurt reluctantly answered. "You caught me. First time."

"First time?" Blondie pauses. "Lucky I consider that a positive." Ew. Not what he meant. Kurt rolled his eyes and he was pretty sure that even Rachel was equally unimpressed. Thank goodness.

"And you spend all your time here?" Kurt tried for disdain but thinks he was giving off more baby penguin vibes.

"Not all my time," Gym guy chuckled and squeezed his own arm. "I also work out. A lot." He puffed out his chest and Kurt laughed out loud. Was this guy for real? "Can I buy you a drink?" Apparently.

Kurt bites his lower lip and pauses. He's an aspiring actor and he wants to make sure his line is delivered perfectly. Clearly. No baby penguin. "Unlucky for you, I consider that a negative."

"Oh my god, Kurt!" Rachel grabs his arm as they quickly turn around to face away from rejected gym guy.

"I'm not desperate, Rachel."

"He was hot."

"He was dumb."

"Just because he goes to the gym-"

"A lot," Kurt adds.

"A lot," Rachel repeats.

"Hey, Rachel?" A voice thankfully interrupts Rachel's attempts at redeeming gym guy. A face that very fortunately has very pretty almost green-brown eyes attached. And he's very well dressed in tight red (yes, red) jeans and a black polo. And a matching bowtie. Surprise.

"Oh hey, Blaine, right? You go to NYADA?"

"Just graduated actually. I saw you perform at the Winter Showcase. You were incredible." Rachel preens at the compliment.