Kurt turns toward the soft voice, and doesn't quite recognize Jack, but he still looks amiable enough. After all, parties were made for mingling among strangers and making small talk.

"Oh, hello. I don't believe we've met." He smiles, and extends a hand. "Kurt Hummel. It's a pleasure."

Before he can ask for Jack's name though, the crocodile catches Kurt's eye and he makes a small gasp of approval. Kurt's always been a sucker for a spectacular accessory.

"I love your little crocodile! Is it genuine leather? It certainly looks authentic."

He doesn't even suspect for a second that it might be real. No, clearly it's just an interesting piece of designer fashion.