This was the beginning of a new chapter for Kurt Hummel. For almost 23 years, he had been stuck in Ohio, where fashion never crossed a man’s minds, where singing show tunes was seen as taboo. It was like Kurt had been trapped in a cage and now he had been set free; freed into the wonderful world that was New York City.
It had been Kurt’s dream from a young age to move to the concrete jungle. This was the place where he could be whoever he wanted to be, and do whatever he wanted to do, without fear of what others would think. He had managed to get himself an unpaid internship at a high end, glossy magazine, Dalton. Although he would be making no money, he felt happier there than he ever had in Ohio.

Kurt took a moment for himself. He stood outside, taking it all in. The beauty that was this building where Kurt’s dreams finally had a chance of becoming a reality. He took a deep breath and walked inside.
As Kurt entered the building, he was immediately engulfed in a frenzy of people rushing towards elevators, some with signs of clear panic on their face. Wondering what was going on, he made his way to reception to find out where he needed to be. That’s where he saw him. He must have been about Kurt’s age. A mop of dark curly hair sat on top of his head, his eyes so intense Kurt had trouble believing they were real.

“Excuse me, can I ask you a question? I’m new here.”

The man smiled up at Kurt, taking his breath away. When he looked at Kurt his eyes softened, his smile reaching all the way them. He was beautiful. Kurt instantly knew that he was in love, as silly as it seemed to him. This is what love at first sight feels like, Kurt thought to himself.
The receptionist extended his hand out to Kurt, which seemed to confuse him. He wasn’t used to someone being so forward in wanting to have contact with him. He shook Kurt’s hand.

“My name’s Blaine.” Blaine.
“Kurt.” He smiled to himself, praying that somehow Blaine was gay, knowing the odds were in his favour considering where he was working.

“So what exactly is going on?” Kurt looked over his shoulder, bodies still rushing behind him.
“Didn’t you get the email?” Blaine looked at Kurt with an almost horrified expression.
Kurt felt for his phone in his pocket. He found them empty as he realised – “I left my phone at my apartment.” How could he have been so foolish? His first day and he was already forgetting things.
“It’s ok, don’t worry! First days are stressful enough. The editor, Mr Warbler, called a meeting. A meeting which you really don’t want to be late for.”
Kurt looked worried; he was going to make a bad impression on his first day here. He couldn’t afford to be late for this meeting.

Blaine stared hard at the worry lines forming on Kurt’s forhead before smiling. He called over to the other receptionist , telling her he’s be back in five minutes, and stood up and walked from behind the desk towards Kurt.
“Come on,” Blaine grabbed Kurt’s hand. “I know a shortcut.”
Kurt looked dazed, all of a sudden he was running around corridors and up a secret flight of stairs to a meeting room with mere seconds to spare.
“Thank you so much, Blaine.”
Blaine fixed the lapel on Kurt’s jacket and looked up to him.
“Well, next time don’t forget your cell phone, new kid.” Blaine smiled at Kurt and then walked away, leaving Kurt to attend the meeting. Yep, he thought as he walked through the boardroom, I am head over heels in love with Blaine.

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After a stressful day, meeting the editor of Dalton magazine for the first time, mixing up everyone’s coffee order, almost falling down a flight of stairs, Kurt was glad when it was finally home time. He walked out of the building while putting on his scarf, November in New York was colder than Kurt imagined. He tried to rub some warmth in his hands as he gathered his bearings, not entirely sure of which direction he should take. He should have been looking where he was going, but he realised this entirely too late when he collided into Blaine who had just emerged from the building, knocking over the papers the other boy was holding. His stomach seemed to do a flip when he saw those eyes again.
“I’m sorry, oh my God. I’m so sorry. Let me help you pick them up.” Kurt rushed around, trying to pick up any papers he could see before the soft breeze would carry them away.
“Don’t worry! Hey…it’s Kurt, isn’t it?”
He remembers my name.
“It is, and Blaine if I remember correctly?”
“Well done! And with so many names to learn on your first day and everything.”
Blaine smiled broadly and began to walk down the street. Kurt, unsure of what to do, followed him.
“So, have you just moved to New York?”
“Yeah, I only got here on Friday. It’s always been a dream of mine to live here.” Kurt smiled, internally scolding himself for being so eager. This was not the Kurt Hummel he knew. He was wasn’t even a week in the City and it had already changed him so much.
“Oh, that’s cool! My parents and I moved to the state in my Sophomore year, and I moved to the city a few months back.”
“You must know your way around pretty well then. I can hardly turn a corner without getting lost!”
Blaine laughed at Kurt, but this was different to how people used to laugh at him. There was affection in the boy’s voice, not the usual spiteful tone he was used to. It was a welcome change.
“Come on, I’ll walk you to the Subway and make sure you’re on the right way home.”
The two walked and chatted along the streets of New York. Kurt learned that Blaine had come to New York to be a musician, and that his job at Dalton was just to put food on the table. Kurt was lost in the other boys features. He couldn’t believe anyone could be so expressive and interesting, the way his eyes shined when he asked a question. The way he smiled such a genuine smile anytime Kurt said something funny. What’s happening to me? Kurt thought, scared of his sudden feelings for this man he hardly knew.
When they got to the Subway they said their goodbyes and Blaine handed Kurt his number.
“If you ever get lost or need someone to talk to or hang out with in this big city, call me.” Blaine smiled and walked back in the direction they came from.
Kurt stood there with an impossibly huge grin on his face. It looked like all of Kurt’s dreams now had a chance of coming true.