Threw a Wish in a Well
by elfinder

Chapter One

It turned out sometimes absence didn't make the heart grow fonder, at least when it came to hometowns as boring as Lima Ohio. The only reason Kurt was even back in such a place was only due to the fact that his father knew how to push the right buttons and this time, his big weapon had been guilt. Burt Hummel was crafty; he had used everything to persuade his son to come back home for Thanksgiving. It seemed that Kurt's New York busy life was nothing more than an excuse not to show up for the "big turkey" dinner. Not that Kurt didn't want to see his family or his friends, It was just that since he left for NYADA in the fall, Kurt had been swept away into a whole new world and whole new experiences. Sure it was hard, challenging even, on some fronts, but he was at long last in a place were he felt like he truly belonged, doing something he equally believed in. Sure, he and Rachel didn't live in some cute little studio apartment in the Upper West side. Instead, their exposed brick apartment had more space, character and a lot more questionable neighbors. But it was their space, their own little place in their very big new world.

The moment Kurt was back home, even though he'd only been away for a few months, he felt like a mere visitor. At the moment the almost tourist, dressed to impress, decked out in a stylish scarf and long double breasted coat, was heading down memory lane. To come to one special spot in Lima, one little corner that had seen Kurt's familiar frame many times over the years. It was his little secret and since there was no harm to it, Kurt hadn't shared it with anyone, not even his dad. Kurt hadn't even been the one to start the tradition, it had been his mother: it was their secret, not his. But after Kurt's mother had passed away, the young Kurt Hummel had clung onto the secret tighter than ever. Over the years, Kurt's grip had begun to loosen, but he had never fully let go, and finding himself there once more, he wondered it he ever would.

The place, the secret was in would have looked inconspicuous to anyone else, boring even, something you would just pass by. But for Kurt, as he walked straight towards it, made form a nostalgic smile on his face as old memories began to surface in his mind.

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"Mommy! Mommy! What's that?" A young five-year-old Kurt asked, tugging on his mother's skirt.

Elizabeth Hummel's musical laughter filled the little sunny patch of grass and fell on her young son' s ears. She knelt down beside him and ran her hand lovingly through his hair. "That, Kurtsie, is a wishing well," she answered with a smile.

"What's a wishing well?" Kurt asked as he looked up at his mom and made a face.

"Oh well, they hold water, for boring reasons. This type is to just make things look pretty. But the fun part is what people started to do with wells. I don't know how it started, but the legend says: if you throw money into the well and you make a wish... it might come true," Elizabeth explained.

"So the wish won't come true all times?"

"No, not always... but it's still fun to try, right? I've been coming here to make wishes since I was a little girl. It was my secret, which I am now sharing with you Kurt, it's our secret now," Elizabeth said.

Kurt began to tug on her hand and jump up and down in excitement. He peered over the edge of the well to see a few shiny coins inside flickering from the light. "No much money in it..." Kurt said as he pointed to them.

"Yes, this well used to be really pretty, but it's old and now it's almost been forgotten. I use to worry that they'd tear it down. That was one of the wishes I made, I wished it would stay here forever. So far that wish has come true, but Kurt, if this well does go one day, don't be sad. While it's here, we can come once a year and make a wish, okay? Does that sound like fun?" Elizabeth suggested.

"Yeah I wanna! But why don't we make wishes all the time?" Kurt asked.

"Sweetie, it has to be a wish that you really want to come true, your biggest wish. If you made a bunch of little wishes, then they wouldn't be special and there'd be too many for any to come true," Elizabeth explained.

Kurt nodded in agreement, "Oh I get it mommy! Can I make my wish now?" Kurt asked as he held out his hand for a coin.

Elizabeth beamed down at her son and brought a penny out from her purse and handed it to him. "Now remember, you can't tell me what the wish is, that's the first rule. Make sure you wish with all your little heart, Kurtsie. Think about it really well before you decide, I'm sure a clever boy like you can pick a good one."

Kurt shut his eyes tight as his young mind tried to think of something he really wanted. A new toy or a pair of sensible heels wouldn't do. All the little childish wants a five-year-old normally wanted were tossed aside. But even if Kurt was clever like his mother claimed he was, he was still a kid. "It's too hard to choose!" he cried out in frustration.

Elizabeth laughed once more and didn't pacify her son, he might have been only five but he had already proven to be just as stubborn as his father was. Instead she took her own penny out, closed her eyes and her lips began to move as she made her wish in her mind. Kurt peeked up at her and watched with interest, but he had no clue what her wish was. Only Elizabeth herself knew and she opened her eyes and threw the wish in the well, as the penny clinched into the water, settling on the dirty tile. 'Let my boy be a winner.' she wished in her mind.

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As the memory began to fade Kurt brought out his penny, like had every year, on this same exact day. The fact that by coming home for the short holiday meant Kurt could keep the tradition running had been one of the reasons he'd given in to his dad' s request. Just like when he was five, Kurt was having a hard time trying to think what he should wish for. For the last thirteen years his wishes had been diverse, ranging to a number of things. First, he had wished the pain in his heart would stop after his mom had died, he wished his dad would stop crying; he had wished they could laugh again.

Then, as father and son began to recover from their huge loss, Kurt's wishes had shifted. As he matured, his wants drifted from his mother- his last wish about her had been the ability for Kurt not to forget her while he was alive and moved towards his own life. Kurt wished he could be brave enough to come out, that the bullying would stop, that he'd get a solo. But most of all, as Kurt entered his teenage years, he wished for love. It was a silly request, but being gay didn't mean Kurt didn't long for such a connection. It just meant that finding one was much harder. So much that Kurt hadn't found anyone to even consider dating during his high school years. Being the only openly gay kid in a very harsh environment had been hard enough, so much that no one, at least male, had followed his lead. Kurt had a lot of things to look back on and feel proud of, mostly during his senior year, when he got the lead role in the school musical, had won the elections for class president and most of all, he got accepted into NYADA, his dream school. All that was lacking in his life now was a boyfriend. Kurt had assumed the second he stepped into the NYC airport he'd find him, his perfect match, just waiting for him. He'd run up, hug Kurt and go: "What took you so long?" Okay, maybe that was being far too idealistic, but he had at least hoped he'd have found someone interesting when he and Rachel had dared to sneak into the local gay bars. Or in school, he was in an elite program geared towards musical theatre: that was the gay' s bread and butter, to use a horrible turn a phrase, one Kurt instantly regretted using. Sure some guys where cute, others talented, but none of them, even the polite ones, had lit that special spark in Kurt. At first he thought he was just being too picky, but when one guy got too forward and Kurt had to make a disappointed exit, he became more reluctant to dive into the dating pool. Instead, he just decided to focus on school and adjusting to the momentous change it had brought in his life. He had little time for romance for the last few months, so his ploy to distract his wanting heart had worked, for the most part. But now, as Kurt stood at the well, still shabby but there, his mother's wish keeping its hold, he felt lonely. "Oh what the hell." Kurt muttered as he looked at the near frozen water because of the extremely cold November weather. But the water was still trickling away, despite its age and Kurt took that as a sign. "Okay the little 'wishing well that could'..." Kurt began, using the name he had dubbed years ago. "Show me what you got, sock it to me, preferably of the dreamboat variety if you can manage." Kurt whispered to himself. The request made and decided, all that was left was to toss the penny into the water, with a flick of his wrist.

"I threw a wish in a well, I looked to you as it fell..."

Kurt blinked as he heard a familiar song in the air as a young teenage girl walked by, her headphones blaring. But the music wasn't what had caught his attention. It had been the young man walking by him a few feet away, dressed in a pair of ripped blue jeans, grey t-shirt, that made his heart stop when their eyes met for a split second. Kurt had been so mesmerized and shocked that he didn't see the kid whirl by on his skateboard, barely swerving out of the way to avoid crashing into Kurt. But when Kurt jumped to dodge the impact, it only ended up making him crash into the dream boat he had been gaping at, sending them both flying to the ground with surprised yelps.

Change coins sprawled all over them and on the cement they had fallen onto; of course they had missed the cushion the nearby grass could have given. Instead, Kurt tumbled and fell straight on his wrist, feeling a sharp pain that mad him cry out. Thankfully his face didn't have the same fate, instead quick hands grabbed onto him, causing him to fall onto a much softer human body. "Ow," Kurt moaned as his head began to clear. But as soon as the man he had collided and then fallen on brought his head up and into Kurt's eye line, the dizzy spell was set off once more. "Wow..." Kurt blurted.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" The young man in the ripped jeans asked with genuine concern.

"I... uh..." Kurt stuttered, too bad he hadn't hit his head; it would have been a good excuse to stare at the handsome sight in front of him for a bit longer. Dreamboat indeed, deep brown eyes and a smile that sent shivers down Kurt's spine, my lord isn't he gorgeous, despite his almost shabby state of dress at the moment, he thought. "For the most part... yes, I think so..." Kurt muttered as he remembered how to speak. Sure wasn't easy with such a distracting peace of eye candy, which Kurt realized he was still lying on top of. When he shifted his weight and brought his hands down to steady himself he hissed with pain...Oh right, his wrist. "Okay yeah, my left wrist hurts like a bitch though," Kurt hissed as he tried to get past it and stand. But there was little need to worry, the dreamboat jumped up to his feet and pulled Kurt up by his remanding good hand before he could even ask for aid. Kurt tried to look brave as they stared at each other, but when he was so bold to carefully take hold of his right hand to expect the injury he couldn't help but whine a little. "Ow, ow, sorry," Kurt muttered sheepishly.

"No I'm the one who should be sorry! I just wanted to see... it might be a fractured wrist," He commented as he touched Kurt's wrist joint gently.

Kurt found having such an attractive nurse to inspect his wounds was a great numbing agent to the pain coursing through his body at the moment. "Oh great, just what I don't need," Kurt grumbled. Then he realized he was being selfish, thinking all about himself, the guy could have gotten hurt from the fall as well. "Sorry, what about you? Did you come out unscathed?" Kurt asked concerned.

The young man flashed him a charming smile as he ran his hands down his body, making Kurt start to fall under his spell even further and he was probably oblivious to casting it upon Kurt. His hands trailed down to his jeans, were one small rip was now a very big one, exposing his whole knee, which was scrapped up and bleeding. "Well luckily these stupid jeans took most of the damage," He chuckled. "Just a skinned knee, I'll live," he added with a smirk.

They both grinned at each other, not really sure what to do next, Kurt most of all. Then he realized there was the whole introducing themselves to go over. "I'm Kurt..." Kurt said as he held out his hand, but stopped, and frowned, until he remembered it was his left hand that was injured.

Blaine noticed his little mistake and they both broke out into laughter. At hearing the sound of it, the blinders in his mind, caused by being overpowered by the need to be polite and deal with the injury, fell off and let him see Kurt for real. Wow indeed, he was so handsome it was hard to believe he could be real. "Blaine..." Blaine told Kurt, but he hesitated. "... Am I being punked?" Blaine said as he began to introduce himself, then stopped and began to look around for signs of his friends.

Kurt smirked at him; he hadn't expected such a reaction. "Why would you think that?" he asked.

Blaine turned around, scanning the idea, hating to take his eyes on Kurt but it needed to be done. "Well this seems exactly like something my buddies would pull on me. I mean here I am looking like a total wreck and I bump into this totally hot guy..." Blaine began to mutter but stopped mid sentence, glanced over at Kurt sheepishly and saw him begin to blush bright red, too late. "What am I saying!?" Blaine blurted out.

Kurt just stood there, frozen with denial, hot; someone had actually used the word to describe him. 'I mean I know I'm decent looking but... hot, no way!' Kurt thought to himself, in total shock. "Do you not normally look like... this?" Kurt asked as he waved his right hand over Blaine's frame from top to bottom. "And by this I mean your clothes, if you didn't get it," Kurt added, deciding to glide over the whole 'hot' fiasco.

Blaine groaned, he must look horrible right now and the fall couldn't be an excuse either. "No! I'm not dressed like this by choice... I just got back from being in this production at the community theatre in Lima. I was playing this bad boy role who dresses like this and yeah... for some reason my change of clothes went missing," Blaine explained.

Kurt's face stopped looking embarrassed and changed to slight concern. "Some friends you got there..." Kurt stated.

Blaine laughed, "Actually they're just hazing me a bit, I just got chosen as a member of the council for my school's glee club, well back in September actually. Add the fact that I'm the lead vocalist and yeah, this is sort of a rite of passage I guess. Normally I wouldn't complain but..." Blaine began to ramble, but once again he stopped, this time before he could make a bigger fool of himself.

Kurt' s response was to break out laughing but then the added movement it brought caused the pain in his wrist to flare up and he couldn't hide if from Blaine.

"Crap, right, priorities! You should get that looked at right away," Blaine muttered.

"You're right only... driving' s kind of hard to do now, I'd call my parents but they're working and I don't want to worry them..." Kurt began to explain.

"Would it be too forward to offer to drive you there myself?" Blaine offered right away.

Kurt eyed him for a moment, but his look was playful, of course Kurt was well aware trusting someone so blindly could be a risky move. But as he looked over at Blaine there was no way his concern and whole courteous attitude couldn't be taken as any thing but as his honest nature. So Kurt simply nodded and tried not to look too bashful as he did. "Are you a decent driver? I'd like to avoid any more collisions, specially on a bigger scale," Kurt asked, he didn't mean to break into banter, the playful words just slipped out of his mouth on their own.

"I'm a very good driver, so rest assured I can escort you to the hospital properly. Wait... there's a bunch of money on the floor," Blaine pointed out as he looked at the pennies and dimes scattered amongst their feet.

Kurt remembered the song that had been playing early and one line from it penny and dimes for a kiss.

Oh, if only it could be that easy, that Kurt could just bend down, hand the change to Blaine and trade the coins for one blissful kiss, his first kiss, Kurt realized. 'Oh my god what's gotten into you Kurt! Snap out of it, remember the pain...' Kurt's mind shouted at him. "That was me sorry, I had it in my left hand when we collided."

Blaine raised an eyebrow at Kurt, he wasn't trying to come off so forward, and he just felt so natural around Kurt, even when they had just met. "Were you planning to make a bunch of wishes or something?" Blaine asked.

Kurt smirked, "Just one." he chuckled. "But don't bother on asking me what it was..." he warned.

Blaine held his hands up dramatically at the accusation. "Heaven forbid," He said playfully.

Kurt slipped out a silly giggle, was he delusional or were they almost flirting? It hardly seemed possible, but then, Kurt reminded himself what his wish had been. He had thrown a wish in a well and however unlikely it seemed, this Blaine might be it coming true. Yeah, he was most likely just being delusional, maybe due to the pain. "So your car or mine?" he simply asked.

"Yours, if you're fine with me driving it. I took the bus here, another reason my friends chose to pull a prank on me and take my clothes," Blaine declared. "So if you don't mind having a scruffy driver..." Blaine began to ramble.

All Kurt could do at first was laugh, he couldn't remember when he had smiled so much, and with such ease. At least not with someone who had been a total stranger a few moments and a collision ago. Kurt didn't think he had been trying that hard when he made the wish on a silly whim, but maybe he hadn't realized how much he wanted to experience love. "You are anything but scruffy, Blaine," Kurt insisted.

"Okay good, which way to your car? Can you walk on your own?" Blaine asked.

Kurt was almost tempted to say he couldn't, but then, starting things off with a lie, whatever this was, because Kurt reminded himself Blaine could very well be straight, or gay and taken, or not interested in anything besides being polite. Wishes aside, Kurt knew the well wasn't magic, it couldn't make your dreams come true; you had to do that on your own. Knowing that hadn't stopped him from making the wish, as it made him feel like he was still connected to his mother, he owed it to her to keep their secret going. Kurt hoped that one-day, if he ever got lucky enough to have children, either adopted or by surrogacy, he could pass the tradition onto the next generation, if he even wanted kids. How had he come to the whole issue of if Kurt ever wanted to be a father? Now was not the time or the place, by a long shot, and that was an understatement if there ever was one.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked after Kurt's silence was beginning to unnerve him. Maybe he was being too forward.

"Sorry, spaced out there for a second. I'm good; I can walk on my own two feet. My car' s this way, just parked a bit down the road," Kurt muttered quickly as he turned around and pointed to the right direction they'd need to go. Blaine simply gave him a polite nod, had Kurt's pause caused some inner reaction in him, Kurt had no idea, he was so naive to anything like such a scenario. But Kurt wasn't in a romantic comedy, oh how to find out the summery without asking Blaine any awkward questions. Such as, 'Hey I just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me maybe?' No, Kurt firmly believed that anyone who used those lines, either singing or speaking them, deserved to die alone.

As they started their short walk to the car Blaine found himself for once at a total loss for words. He'd normally try to make some casual small talk, but whenever he opened his mouth, boarding flirtatious comments kept flying out. Worst of all was the whole issue of would Kurt even take it as flirting, Blaine had never been bothered by not knowing a guy' s sexual orientation so much before. Blaine was over thinking things, yes he was hot, but there was one question that kept popping in his mind, was Kurt interested? Blaine hadn't had much experience with dating, heck; he'd never even had a real boyfriend before. Normally it wasn't hard to figure out if a guy was gay or interested, as they usually just hit on him straight off the bat.

Kurt wasn't fairing any better on thinking of safe subjects to bring up that wouldn't be misunderstood as flirting. Normally Kurt's quick wit was an asset in such a situation, not that Kurt had experience any remotely close to this one, which was the whole problem. Kurt knew he was getting worked up, but he swore the looks Blaine was giving him meant something, that normally didn't occur with someone you had just met and by accident.

"How's the wrist?" Blaine finally asked, figuring it was a safe question.

Kurt looked down at his wrist he was cradling with his right hand carefully and sighed. Was Blaine only with him because he felt guilty about his injury? Or was he just being concerned in addition to being playful. "Better, or rather... I think it might just be a sprain. I really hope it is actually... I can't afford to get a cast right now and have to deal broken bones," Kurt answered.

"How come?" Blaine questioned.

Kurt smiled lightly, it was an opening to talk about something and Kurt didn't mind being the one to chat about himself. Being in NYADA was one thing he was very proud of and sometimes it was hard not to gush on and on about it. His dad had made that very clear the minuet he had arrived home and began to ramble relentlessly about it during the car ride home. "I'm in a very intense theatre school program right now," Kurt decided to answer. Not wanting to drop any names or locations, as it might be taken as boasting.

"Well hopefully it won't be too bad," Blaine commented.

"Would be nice," Kurt agreed.

They arrived at Kurt's car, Carole's actually, since he had borrowed hers for the day, and Kurt handed Blaine the keys. As Kurt headed over to the passenger side door Blaine ended up darting over and opened it up before Kurt could. Kurt eyed him playfully and saw a cheeky grin on his face. "Why thank you... but my right hand is fine, remember?" Kurt pointed out.

"But it's busy holding your left one, so let me be your hands until we make it to the hospital. It's the least I can do," Blaine insisted.

'What if I get the sudden urge to want to kiss my hand?' Kurt thought to himself and fought not to blush at the very idea. There was no way in hell he'd say such an outrageous thing out loud, no matter how charming Blaine was being right now. Was this a side effect to never really having the chance to flirt, that some inner playboy in him had been unleashed?

Well, considering the one-liners he'd gotten at that gay bar, any thoughts so far were far more innocent and anything but lewd. "I'm inclined to say the accident wasn't your fault. It was the stupid kid on the skate board and my own inability to dodge without crashing into someone," Kurt stated.

"You had a split second to react and I was lost in thought, worrying about my appearance and having to be seen in public like this!" Blaine blurted out.

Kurt couldn't help but begin to chuckle at Blaine's outburst, which he found adorable. "You look fine," Kurt assured him.

Blaine smirked at him, "So if you saw me on the street in my current state of dress you wouldn't have a problem with it?" Blaine asked as he eyed Kurt up and down, making it obvious he noticed how classy Kurt was dressed in contrast.

"It's true normally I would consider ripped jeans and a wrinkled t-shirt a heinous crime of fashion... but you're totally pulling it off in an eye pleasing way," Kurt admitted. Hoping the slight comment wouldn't be taken the wrong way. Kurt was getting far too interested in Blaine and he wanted some subtle hint from Blaine to if it was welcome or not.

Blaine gave Kurt a bashful grin at the sneaky compliment and the message was received. Blaine allowed himself to put the charm on just a bit after that. "Coming from you that's a big compliment, so thanks," Blaine replied. "I bet you could pull it off even better though," he added and almost regretted the bold comment.

Until Kurt just blinked at him and a sappy grin spread across his face, he wasn't use to getting any compliments, well none that brought on such a reaction in Kurt before.

"I guess I should get you to the hospital before your wrist falls off," Blaine muttered and he gestured for Kurt to climb inside the vehicle. Kurt obliged him and Blaine ended up leaning inside the car to grab Kurt's seat belt and buckle it up. But that brought their faces and mouths in very close quarters and the two of them paused when their lips were mere inches away. "I uh..." Blaine stuttered.

Kurt couldn't help it, he found himself getting lost in those deep brown eyes. He gulped and fluttered his eye lashes as he tried to regain control of his motor functions, but it was of no use until they both heard the belt click and it brought them back down to earth. Shy smiles were exchanged and Blaine quickly retreated, closed the door and hurried over to the driver' s side of the car.

"What are you doing, Blaine?" He muttered to himself.

Kurt watched Blaine pile into the driver's seat and start the car up, as he tried to think of something clever and safe at the same time to say to his driver. This was the downside to never really date anyone or even getting close to it. Kurt had no idea what to do or say in this situation, mainly because he didn't know what type of situation it even was. It was almost infuriating, how straight people could usually start to crush on someone without the fear that it would be totally unwelcomed. But when it came to that, Kurt had a feeling his instincts were correct. The whole idea of having some sort of 'gaydar' was pretty silly, but Kurt found himself wishing it were real.

Neither of the young men in the car realized how perfectly matched they were, as Blaine was having almost the exact same conundrum in his nervous mind. It was worse for him, since he had to focus on driving. "I'd ask which hospital we should head too but then... Lima only has one," Blaine chuckled.

Kurt laughed along with Blaine; happy the joke defused the tension in the vehicle just a bit. "My step-mom actually works at the front desk there and she's working right now. So that's a good thing, hopefully I'll give her no reason to worry," Kurt replied.

Blaine suddenly got a good idea to ensure silence wouldn't fall between them yet again. "Up for some music for the ride?" he suggested.

Kurt nodded, "Yes, only I'm afraid I can't really offer anything. This car is my step-mom' s, so it's lacking any amazing play-lists or CDs we could listen to..." Kurt admitted. Why had he left his iPod at home?

Blaine simply leaned over and turned on the radio, searching for a decent station, when they came to stop at a red light. "Well, there's always the old fail safe, let's see what we can find..." Blaine muttered as he fiddled with the dial.

When suddenly a very familiar intro started to play and Kurt and Blaine both let out loud groans, of course it had to be that song. "Oh lord not this again! I swear it's all I've heard over the summer..." Kurt moaned.

Blaine smirked and decided to admit something to Kurt, to see his reaction. "Yes I agree, radio stations play the hits far too much but... um... it is very catchy..."

Kurt let out a sigh in defeat, yes, Call Me Maybe was that, and Kurt felt no urge to lie. "I have to admit it is..." he admitted.

"Might I suggest a way to get it our of our systems? Because I bet we both know all the words to it..."

"Are you suggesting and impromptu duet in the car?" Kurt asked with interest.

"It's like you're a mind reader, Kurt."

"Or two great minds think alike..." Kurt offered.

Blaine couldn't help but smile at the suggestion, but they were running out of a song to sing. Instead he cleared his throat and began to sing the lyrics, Kurt joining him a second later.

You took your time with the call,
I took no time with the fallr
You gave me nothing at all,
But still, you're in my way

I beg, and borrow and steal
Have foresight and its real
I didn't know I would feel it,
But it's in my way

Your stare was holdin',
Ripped jeans, skin was showin'
Hot night, wind was blowin
Where you think you're going, baby?

Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
It's hard to look right,
At you baby...

Through out the song there we slip-ups and breaking out into laughter, as they took turns with lines or just sang together on the fly. It was hardly impressive and nothing at the level of NYADA, but considering there was no rehearsal at all, it was nothing to bat an eye at. Hearing how well their voices mixed together in song also made them realize their uncanny chemistry and that in turn made them even more clueless about how to deal with it. They couldn't even finish the song before they were having so much fun they broke out into fits of laughter and they gave up.

"I'm sorry I couldn't continue! That was far too fun!" Kurt laughed.

"Oh god, I feel like my sides are going to split open," Blaine added.

"I really hope people don't use that song as a pick up line now."

"Do you think it's really that easy? Like you see this person you like and you... just walk up to them and give them your number?" Blaine asked as he made himself keep his eyes on the road and not on Kurt.

Kurt paused for a moment, taken a back by the question. "Um... sadly...I think it is, for some people. For me... well that's certainly not the case," Kurt said.

"Me either," Blaine added.

"So do we keep avoiding asking the question?" Kurt suddenly asked.

Blaine's heart began to beat fast, what was Kurt trying to get at. "Which question would that be?" He chose to ask to make it clear.

"Oh don't play ignorant, I bet we're both wondering it... you know... the matter of our sexual orientation. I mean, all someone has to do is look at me, or hear me voice and I'm not naive, I know people would assume I'm gay right from the start. They wouldn't be wrong either and I have no intention to deny who I am," Kurt explained.

Blaine was instantly impressed by Kurt's honesty and it felt refreshing, there had been a time when Blaine thought he was the only openly gay teen in Ohio and even when he later knew he wasn't, out and proud youth were still a big minority in the greater area. Blaine had been wondering if Kurt was gay since they had met. But not because of how high pitched Kurt's voice was or how snappy his outfit seemed. It was because Blaine was also gay and the idea of meeting someone who he not only found attractive, but also might feel the same way was very new and much desired. So much that at first Blaine thought Kurt was referring to another big question in Blaine's mind, or questions rather. Was Kurt single, was he interested in Blaine, would he give Kurt his number or was he just setting himself up to let down? "It's uncanny... a lot of what you just said rings true with me," Blaine commented.

"Oh I doubt everyone assumes you're gay from the start," Kurt teased.

"Remember I don't normally look like this, but I have no idea about that. I also try not to care about it and I usually don't..." Blaine responded.

There was no chance for things to get awkward again, even when neither of the young men in the car were trying to make it such. Instead their salvation came when they arrived at their destination. Blaine set to focusing on finding them a parking spot and once the car was turned off he turned his attention back to Kurt, who smiled at him weakly.

"Well that was a really fun way to pass a car ride," Kurt admitted with a grin.

"It really was." Blaine admitted. "But now we should focus on getting your wrist looked at."

Kurt nodded and he waited as Blaine came over to open his door once more, offering his hand to help Kurt out and he took it, trying not to look too bashful over the simple gesture. Kurt wasn't used to being around someone so courteous. Usually at school, both McKinley and now NYADA, people were so focused on their own problems and desires, which little room was left for manners. Kurt had always had a soft spot for the romantic ways of the past and he was enjoying Blaine's dapper displays far too much. "Thanks," Kurt said softly afterwards.

Blaine flashed Kurt a polite smile in reply and simply followed alongside Kurt up to the front entrance of the building. They were both so occupied with the many thoughts in their mind that they didn't bother to speak through the small journey. Kurt for once wasn't thinking about Blaine, he was beginning to worry what the repercussions of his injury could be. He seriously hoped it was a strain and not a fracture or break that would need to heal for months or a cast. Just the idea of having to miss classes at school was horrifying, considering how fast passed and demanding as NYADA was, it would be a disaster. He did not find the idea of trying to explain to Cassandra July he couldn't participate in her dance class for even a few days terrifying. As soon as Kurt stepped inside the crowded waiting room, his eyes instantly went to the front desk and the familiar face behind it.

Blaine wasn't sure where he should be: at Kurt's side, when he was still a stranger for the most part, or wait on the sidelines? "Should I go sit down?" Blaine asked Kurt.

Kurt stopped to think about it, the idea of Kurt walking up with an attractive young man at his side to Carole, was... well he wasn't exactly sure. "It might be a good idea, though first let me make it clear your state of dress has nothing to do with this! Just... oh god how do I explain..." Kurt muttered in frustration.

Blaine couldn't help but chuckle at Kurt, for what felt like the hundredth time since they had met. "No I get it, if it were me and my mom at the desk... I'd feel the same way," Blaine admitted sheepishly.

Kurt let out a sigh of relief, since there was no need for embarrassing explanations or attempts to make sense and not want to run away. Blaine' s appeal was only increasing as it became clear how in sync they were. Kurt still found the whole thing very unreal and that was the problem, usually to Kurt it wasn't. But then as usual, such conundrums would have to wait until after he saw the doctor. "Just have a seat Blaine, while I go up to the desk. I'm sure there will be a bit of a wait, being the holidays after all. But make sure you stick around; I'm going to need a drive back home. Actually, after we're through here... would it be too bold to ask if you'd stay a bit longer? I feel the need to return the favour and well... I find the idea of getting to know you better... very rewarding," Kurt admitted shyly to Blaine.

Blaine just grinned at him, not bothering to hide how happy the request made him. "Oh good, now I don't need to think of some silly excuse to stick around."

Kurt laughed lightly and then reluctantly let Blaine go take a seat in the waiting are and he got in line for seeing Carole Hummel, his step-mother. She caught sight of him before it was his turn and worry formed on her face. But she had to keep professional and Kurt simply mouthed to her, 'I'm okay, wrist.' while he pointed to his left hand. Even with his mimed assurance Carole looked very anxious in waiting for it to be her stepson's turn at the desk. She proved it when she didn't even give Kurt to get a word in.

"Kurt! Honey, are you okay? What happened?" She asked far too quickly.

"Calm down Carole, I had a tumble and my wrist took the brunt of my fall. It hurts but I'm a trouper so yeah, but I knew better so here I am," Kurt assured her.

Carole calmed down after that and began to fill out Kurt's sheet for him, as there was no one behind Kurt for the moment, a welcomed event. "How did you get here?" she asked. "Did you call Burt?" she added as she looked for signs of her husband.

Kurt shook his head as he watched her begin to write his file, he could have done it himself, because he was right handed. But he just let her do the task. Of course now Kurt had to explain Blaine to her and not die of embarrassment, as the fact that he was very attractive was sure to come up, weather Carole was on duty or not. "No, I haven't even called him yet, I'll do that next... the guy I crashed into actually ended up driving me here," Kurt explained as he pointed to Blaine. Who noticed them look his way and gave a small wave in greeting.

"Well he's cute, lucky you Kurt," Carole teased with a playful smile.

"Don't even," Kurt muttered with amusement.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it, anyway the wait shouldn't be too long. Can you manage to finish filling out the form on your own? You could always have your new friend help you," Carole suggested.

"I said stop, geez!" Kurt groaned.

Carole simply beamed at him and Kurt grumbled his goodbyes and headed back to where Blaine was patiently waiting for him. As Kurt came to sit down Blaine surprised him by pulling the clip board straight out his hands and rested it on Blaine's lap, snatching the pen away a second later.

"Blaine, I can still write, I'm not an invalid," Kurt grumbled he was becoming too annoyed to notice how familiar he was being with Blaine already.

"But I'm here to help remember? Or do you want to keep your statistics to yourself?" Blaine teased.

"I have nothing to hide," Kurt scoffed. Which was true so he sat down beside Blaine and glanced over at the sheet, which Blaine had started to read. Kurt tried not to squirm as his personal details, though they were very boring, were revealed to Blaine, while he was left in the dark about the man sitting next to him.

Blaine couldn't help himself, or normally he would have never dared to pry so much into someone else's business. But then Kurt didn't bother to stop him and he needed to know where to begin filling in the remaining details for Kurt. But then he notice one detail and Blaine paused, "You're nineteen?" Blaine asked as he looked up at him.

Kurt found himself wondering why that was causing such a reaction in Blaine; sure Kurt knew his baby face made him seem younger. He also was a year older than normal university freshman tended to be, but Blaine's question still caught him off guard a bit. "Yes... why?" Kurt asked with confusion.

"Oh well, I'm eighteen... so I... didn't expect you to be older than me," Blaine quickly answered. He was leaving one special detail out though, Blaine was a year behind for school, which was a result of being hospitalized after getting injured in his freshman year, which meant he was a high school senior. The idea that Kurt was in his second year of university had never crossed his mind when they had met. So Blaine hadn't bothered to ask Kurt about it, he just assumed he was also a senior like himself. Now that he had confirmation he wasn't, Blaine tried not to show his disappointment. But then he reminded himself he didn't know where Kurt was attending school, the intense theatre program comment held no real clues, so there wasn't reason to worry just yet. "Anyway sorry, ah here we are, um, it's probably silly to ask this one but, martial status?" Blaine asked with a sheepish grin.

"Single," Kurt answered.

Blaine couldn't hide his delight to the answer and Kurt's smile showed it was noted and Blaine swore he picked up on interest. They set to the task at hand once more, Kurt giving Blaine the information to fill out, the rest being rather boring, like the injury symptoms and cause of accident. By the time they were finished Kurt's name was called and he stood up, but looked back at Blaine. "Wait for me okay? This shouldn't take too long," Kurt told him.

Blaine nodded and watched him go, and he was left to himself and his own thoughts. He wanted to ask Kurt out, which he knew now for sure. But with this new piece of information, he wasn't sure if that would be wise. Blaine resisted the urge to look Kurt up online for clues to what school he was attending and where, but that would have meant going too far. Instead he'd try to bring the subject up after Kurt returned.

Kurt's assumptions turned out to be right on the mark, for the most part, his wrist sustaining only a light sprain. The prescription for the road to recover was rest, Kurt's arm was put in a sling and he couldn't use his left hand for about a week and a half. He had to go be checked in New York after the mandatory period of rest, to be sure. Kurt was relieved that it would only be that, in fact he asked for a doctor' s note. So he could give it to his dance teacher if needed and Kurt was sure knowing his resilience and good health meant he'd only wind up missing a class or two and that was almost welcomed. When it came to his voice, singing and acting classes, the sling would be a slight hindrance but not a problem. In fact, considering the whole thing had lead to him meeting a person like Blaine, Kurt hardly felt like complaining. That was a whole problem on its own though: he wanted to ask him out, but he was leaving back for New York in four days. Blaine was eighteen, but the chances that he was attending school in New York was very unlikely and Kurt knew he had used up most of his luck by just encountering him today. So he wasn't letting himself hope that his lucky streak would continue. Or that the wishing well could do that much magic. Kurt returned to Blaine and saw the smile spread instantly on his face, it was far too ironic that the well had chosen this time to make one of his wishes come true. Though he of course didn't think it really had, or that it was magic. When he hadn't been asking for it, the last thing he wanted was something to tie him to Lima. Not when he had finally managed to make it out of the town and to the big apple. But then, considering how at ease he felt with Blaine, he wasn't about to send him away, he had been telling the truth when he said he wanted to get to know him better. "Thanks for waiting," Kurt told him as he stopped in front of Blaine.

"So what's the verdict?" Blaine asked as he noticed Kurt's left arm was in a sling, but his hand was wrapped up in a light brace as appose to a cast, so he sort of knew the answer already.

"Light sprain and I got some blissful pain killers, but all I need to do is rest it for the next two weeks and I'll be fine. Which is good news for me, aside from making my visit here a bit annoying... I hate depending on people. Though it's my left hand, so really I won't be that inconvenienced for the most part," Kurt explained. "Anyway why don't I treat you to something... I'm not sure what, any ideas?" Kurt asked.

"Maybe some coffee? I know just the place? I was actually planning to go there before we ran into each other," Blaine suggested with a cheeky smile when he said the words 'ran into.'

"I'd be up for that, but since I'm under medication, I'll get a hot chocolate or something, just to be safe," Kurt said.

The place ended up being somewhere Kurt had visited a few times before, but not many, a fact he wished had been different. Because Blaine explained he tended to visit the Lima Bean, a local coffee shop, daily during the week. Kurt wasn't sure if that meant he had, or still was, giving no clues to if Blaine was just visiting Lima like Kurt, or was still a permanent resident. Kurt decided it was time to stop resisting questions and find out once and for all what their chances were. When he and Blaine were seated at a table with their drinks and Kurt watched Blaine glance around the room, clearly still being self conscious about his appearance and looking adorable, he knew it was the right coarse of action. "Blaine, relax, you look hot," Kurt told him.

Blaine blinked in reply, "We're flirting, aren't we?" he asked suddenly.

"Well I'm trying... to no avail," Kurt admitted with a sigh.

"No, you're not giving yourself enough credit Kurt, we're just... new to this, I assume anyway because that's the case for me," Blaine admitted.

"Yeah, back when I was in high school I never really found that spark... considering what I had to deal with, it hardly comes as a surprise," Kurt explained.

Blaine tried to process the two new pieces of information he now had from Kurt's reply. He was in university, but being nineteen had already made that likely and Kurt felt their instant chemistry as much as he did. "There's something here... isn't there? Should I be worried?" Blaine asked.

"I honestly don't know how to answer the question. I think we've both been steering clear of certain details because we don't what to know those answers and the complications they might bring. So I'm just going to say one, my school, the one that's intense, is the New York Academy of Dramatic Arts," Kurt told Blaine.

Blaine's face fell instantly, "Oh... well that... it sort of sucks. I'm a high school senior, at Dalton academy in Westerville."

"But you said you're eighteen!" Kurt blurted out.

"I'm a year behind... and I have an early birthday as well," Blaine answered on reflex.

Kurt sighed, "I'm sorry, that was almost rude I was just surprised. I mean I'm only in my freshman year at NYADA myself..."

"Wow, so we're both older than we should be for our expected grades, that's uncanny," Blaine muttered in surprised.

"The irony isn't amusing," Kurt grumbled.

Blaine looked over at Kurt, he was equally annoyed but Kurt's reaction was making it better, since he was being far too cute. "So... now what? Because I was planning to ask for your number. To see where the chemistry between us could go... wait that sounds... I don't mean anything like I want to get into your pants!" Blaine began to ramble. "I mean like an innocent date, oh god I'm not good with romance," Blaine groaned, he felt mortified, he had blown it.

Kurt couldn't help it but he couldn't hide his amusement back and he broke out into barely controlled laughter as he doubled over. Blaine glared at him, though the scowl quickly cracked into a smile and he joined Kurt by laughing out their frustration. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself, I'm really pissed off too but you look so cute..." Kurt said through muffled laughter. But he made himself get under control and back on track. "But back to your inquirer... it really depends on what we want to do," Kurt answered and he realized using the word 'do' wasn't wise and he let out a small groan. "Oh look I'm also helpless in this department."

"No please go on," Blaine urged.

"Well we have a few options, we can choose not to ignore the signs that we might have something... between us, that for me at least is a boarding miracle. Go on a date and try to forget that we don't live in the same town, or are in the same grade. Then risk regretting it all when I have to head back to New York come Sunday night. Or we can cut our losses now and part ways, maybe try to avoid any difficult goodbyes," Kurt explained.

Blaine really didn't like either option when he started to consider them both. But regardless of the cons, the pros of throwing caution to the wind and spending time with Kurt was too rewarding and overpowered the negative aspects. "I still want to ask you on a date, Kurt..." Blaine admitted.

"Why don't we try it this way, us spending time together doesn't mean it has to be a date. I'm not saying I don't want it to be, because I feel the same way and. I hate to be the one to say it. But when I go back to NYADA and my life there, I'm not going to have time for much else. It's a whirlwind and so demanding, I have little free time. If we were to date, or at least go on one, to see where it leads, come Sunday, I'd might regret it and I don't want that," Kurt told Blaine.

"No, you're right, it's a good idea. It means we can spend time together, so I'm on board," Blaine assured him.

"I admit having someone like you to pass my time in Lima would be welcome. I've forgotten how boring it can be."

"Can you do one thing for me though? If we're gonna try just hanging out?" Blaine began to ask.

"If we end up kissing at some point I don't see that being a bad thing," Kurt interjected playfully.

Blaine just stopped and gaped at Kurt and he couldn't help but almost choke on his mouthful of coffee. He ended up coughing and Kurt looked at him with concern as he tried to breath once more. He let out a long breath and he knew he had begun to blush. "No! I wasn't going to say that but yes please! Let's spend any free time you have together, for the next four days. Because I really do want to see where this could go, even if you don't live here anymore. I don't want to put any pressure on us. But let's try to be honest with each other. Sure it's kind of... scary... the idea of long distance, but it is an option for some," Blaine began to explain. "Wow I'm getting way ahead of myself here!" Blaine said in realization.

"Maybe just a little." Kurt admitted. "But I like it... I'm not used to attention like this..." Kurt added as he felt himself begin to blush a little.

"Any idea what we should do first?"

"Well, we're doing pretty good right now. Sitting down to coffee, even if we don't get a boyfriend out of this encounter, a friend isn't so bad. But mind you, I'm not saying I'd prefer a friend if I had any say in this. But you were right when you said we're getting ahead of ourselves."

"Right, let's just focus on one thing at a time," Blaine agreed.

"Also I think being friends first before anything else is the best way to go with starting a relationship," Kurt added.

"It's like we're of one mind here, I think it's a sign."

"Up for keeping me company for the rest of the day?" Kurt asked.

"Do I really need to answer that?" Blaine teased.

"I warn you this medication I'm on might make be slightly loopy..." Kurt began to warn.

"I'm sure I'll find it charming, I should take you home after this. But what about your folks? Because knowing how parents are, they might comment..." Blaine asked.

"Let them, my dad' s probably working but I could not care less, I'm an adult after all, or nearly one," Kurt scoffed mockingly.

"So at the end of the day, if I give you my number... will you call me?" Blaine finally asked.

Kurt eyed him, already starting to feel himself fall under Blaine's spell and he was very fine with the idea if that were to happen. His mind kept trying to remind him this was crazy, he didn't want to go down this road, since it wouldn't be easy. They had just met and they only had four days to connect and Kurt knew they might not make it work with the distance between them the following Monday would bring. But when did Kurt ever keep to the norm of things? Wasn't he all about being who he wanted to be and not caring what others thought? So the answer to Blaine's question was an easy one, even what he would say and he hoped it wasn't stupid. "Maybe..." Kurt teased, but he reached out and touched Blaine's hand lightly and the look he gave Blaine, made the actual answer very clear.