Chapter 1

Kurt didn’t want to go to that party. Yes, Rachel had said there was going to be some people from a couple of Broadway shows there, but Rachel and her friend Jenny were going to chase them and he was going to feel embarrassed and out of place. They would leave him alone, surrounded by people too full of themselves to care about him. But she insisted, and when he kept saying no, she kept insisting, then Jenny insisted, and he was just tired of them and accepted to go.

That’s how he found himself dressed in his best attire, hair perfectly coifed, standing outside Rachel’s bedroom door, giving the girls fashion advice (and God they needed it).

“Kurt, I know you’re the most fashionable one here, but I really think that purse would look fantastic with my dress” said the girl, proceeding to twirl like a five year old.

“Rachel Berry, I’m not, by any means, leaving this apartment with you, or talking to you ever again for that matter, if you bring that thing with you. That’s a hideous pink, honey. Hideous.”

“Don’t need to be rude. Besides, it’s cute. But I guess I can go with the black one.” she said under her breath in a lightly tone, putting the horrendous thing back in her closet.

Kurt made a mental note to make sure it got lost in the near future. Like Bermuda Triangle or shipped to Mongolia lost, in the very near future.

Then Jenny decided to break the tension by recalling the people she knew were going to be there. Rachel and Jenny had become friends quickly during their first year in NYADA. She was sort of another Rachel and Kurt asked himself quite often how those two had managed to remain friends without tearing off each other’s faces after the first time they had both auditioned for the same part. But he knew that he himself had had that kind of friendship with Rachel back in high school. Rachel had gotten the part that first time, but what had proved to Kurt that these two actually cared about each other instead of just taking too much to heart that of keeping your enemies close, had been when Jenny got the leading part in an off-Broadway production four months ago and the critic went nuts about her. Rachel had been quite reasonable and, even if no one would ever hear him said that aloud, Kurt was proud of Rach for that.

Jenny was still throwing random names of important and famous people and Kurt allowed himself to actually be excited for being around them. He was already going, it would be better to try and enjoy the party. Maybe he could actually get something out of it.

Kurt hadn’t made it to NYADA after all, but he had applied to FIT too, just in case, and being in his senior year already, he held no regrets about pursuing fashion. He still loved everything regarding Broadway and that was why he had intentions of getting into costume design when he was out of college. Some Broadway contacts wouldn’t hurt him at all.

When Rachel finally declared herself ready to go Kurt took a final look at the mirror in her room to check himself and called the three of them a cab.

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When they entered the party Rachel was squealing next to him. The place looked so glamorous that Kurt was feeling a little self conscious already. But he shook it off; he had just decided he was actually going to enjoy himself. And he was known for being fabulous, after all.

The girls stayed with him for quite a while. Jenny introduced them to the leading man from the show she was on and he turned out to be a jerk. A well dressed woman that Kurt had the feeling he had seen somewhere already went to them to ask Jenny who had dressed her and Kurt almost had a breakdown. Jenny was wearing one of his designs. As soon as the woman left, not before giving Kurt her card (she was the editor in chief of a fashion magazine Kurt loved, and a known theatre producer’s wife), both girls gave him a “we told you” look. Kurt rolled his eyes but thanked both girls sincerely. For all he was concerned, they could go embarrass themselves - and him for that matter - all they wanted now and his attendance still would have been worth it. So, obviously, then Jenny spotted a very famous Broadway producer and the girls just had to go introduce themselves. No, seriously, they had to.

That left Kurt by himself, fruity pink drink in hand. He started to slowly walk in the direction of the bar. He thought he would look less left alone there. He took the chance to look around and have little secret freak outs at some of the people that were there. Was that Madonna’s daughter? That definitely looked like Madonna’s daughter and God this party was proving itself to be fantastic.

When he made it to the bar he found a seat and kept sipping at his drink distractedly. He could see the girls from the distance talking animatedly at a startled, important looking, man. They really were a case.

A guy almost fell on him then. He must have been drunk. He quickly stood up and started apologizing purposefully. While he mumbled his apologies Kurt finally got to look at him. He had what had probably once been curly dark hair, turned into a helmet of shiny black hair gel; and the most beautiful hazel eyes Kurt had ever seen. They were even better that he had thought through pictures and TV, and that was saying something.

It was Blaine Anderson.

He had been the breakout start in a TV show a couple of years ago that had just finished that summer. And he was nothing short of overwhelmingly, breathtakingly gorgeous.

Kurt assured him it was fine, mostly because, thankfully, he hadn’t spilt his drink on himself, but on the floor. Being beautiful wouldn’t save anyone from the rage of Kurt if you messed with his clothes. And he had said that last part aloud to Blaine, apparently; thankfully not the first tiny bit, judging by what Blaine said next.

“Let me just get you a new drink then. I promise I would stay a few feet away from your clothes” said Blaine and sort of giggled. Oh God, he giggled. Why he wasn’t constantly giggling in Kurt’s television he couldn’t figure out. His eyes shined and he had the cutest smile - if it was up to Kurt, he would make the guy giggle all the freaking time.

“Oh...Okay” Kurt had apparently said, even if he wasn’t very conscious of the words leaving his mouth. Blaine looked at him and their eyes met for the first time. Kurt held his gaze, as did Blaine. The way he looked at him was so warm, Kurt felt enchanted, he didn’t look away, and neither did Blaine. But then reality hit him, Blaine was straight, he knew that. He was rumoured to be dating Amanda Seyfried, or someone. It didn’t matter if he had a tendency to hold his gaze on someone for a little longer than acceptable, he was straight and it didn’t mean anything. So Kurt looked away and told himself to stop acting like a teenage girl. Blaine was just a guy who was pretty, yet completely out of his league. Not a big deal; nothing new to him either.

Blaine called the bartender and ordered Kurt a new drink and champagne for himself. Then he turned to Kurt and said “I’m Blaine, by the way”.

“Kurt” he answered. I know, he was able to suppress.

“I haven’t seen you around” said Blaine looking at him with such an intense gaze that he felt self conscious.

“I haven’t been around” he said and Blaine raised an exquisitely triangular, eyebrow in response.

“I’m not in showbiz. My friend Jenny Hendrick got me here” he explained.

“Is that the girl from that off Broadway show everyone is freaking out about?”

“That’s her” Kurt smiled proudly.

“That’s weird, you look like you belong here. More than some of us even” said Blaine thoughtful.

“Really?” Kurt hadn`t seen that one coming.

“You’re way too fabulous to be just a random new yorker”

“Oh, honey. I’m so not” what the hell was he doing? Did he just call Blaine Anderson honey? “Also, I’m from Ohio”

“Cool! I am too. Westerville. Which city are you from?”

Kurt let him know and they kept talking for a couple of minutes about Ohio, Broadway and Kurt`s fabulousness. Blaine always kept his eyes on Kurt’s in a very distracting way. Then, suddenly, Blaine started to look for something in his pocket, mumbling an apology. He managed to get a hold of his phone, but clumsily. He definitely was at least a little drunk. He answered it.

“I’m at the bar” he said and Kurt was trying to not eavesdrop, but Blaine was not talking quietly.

“No, I didn’t leave, I swear I’m just at the bar, Allyson.”

“Mmm.. I’m with someone. Can’t it wait or something?”

“Ok, ok, I’m going”

“Sorry, I’m gonna have to leave” said Blaine and, oh, he was talking to Kurt again.

“Oh, it’s ok” he said.

“Not that I want to” he said almost in a whisper and what did that mean, Kurt had to ask himself.

He didn’t answer.

“You’re probably the most interesting guy I’ve ever met” Blaine said then, and wow, what?

“You’re just drunk, Blaine. I’m probably way less interesting in soberness” he found himself saying because, seriously, what?

“I’m not” Blaine had said while he tried to make some sense of this, whatever this was.”Can... can I get your number?” And did he sound nervous of Kurt had just gone crazy?

“You won’t even know who I am in the morning” why was he being like that he wouldn`t have been able to tell himself. Just give him your number.

But then a pretty, tall girl approached them going straight to Blaine and telling him how they just had to go. Blaine gave him a last apologetic look and left with the girl before he had even had the chance to say bye.

After giving himself a few minutes to try and figure out what had just happened and failing, Kurt just washed it off and went to look for the girls. When he found them Rachel asked where he had been and he told them about Blaine. He thought Jenny looked at him funny and Rachel was super excited and talking about how cute the two of them would look together, but that was it. He just forgot about Blaine and enjoyed the remaining of the night with the girls.

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The next morning Kurt woke up quite late, for an early riser like himself, at least. He took a quick shower, dressed for the day and went to the small kitchen of the apartment he shared with Rachel. The girl greeted him enthusiastically, even for Rachel. She then proceeded to hand him his coffee.

“What is going on Rachel?” he asked when it was clear that the girl was being overly nice.

“Nothing” she said quickly with a smile. “You’d probably like to take a look at this” she added handing him her phone.

There was a twitter account open. Blaine Anderson’s twitter account. And the last 2 tweets, from just an hour before, read:

Morning! I’m not drunk (I wasn´t last night, but you didn't believe me) and I still think you're the most interesting person I've ever met.

I’m serious, though. I’m still convinced you should give me your number ;)