Noah was working the Friday afternoon shift. He had a gig later that night at one of the bars in the Lower East Side and was hoping that Blaine would let him off a bit early. Working at Bass Notes was pretty rad, although he wasn't meeting the chicks like he thought he would. Ended up that the students mostly ranged from pimply awkward middle school kids to the newly divorced women, looking to "expand their horizons" and learn new things. And of course there were the few token men who were actively going through their middle-aged crisis picking up their old guitars, attempting to replicate Led Zeppelin or Deep Purple. But there was a noticeable lack of hot 20 something babes and for that Puck was sorely disappointed. But the money was decent, and the boss was cool.

Puck hadn't been around a lot of gay guys before he came to New York. At first he was a bit uncomfortable. Not with the gender preference per se, but more that he didn't know how to act or what to say. What if the dude was checking him out? What if he got asked out?What was it like to hold another guy's dick? He soon had it figured out that his fears were unfounded because none of them seemed to show any interest in the Puckster to begin with. But Blaine was a pretty cool little dude. He was sick talented and was well liked by everyone. All things considered, Puck had himself a sweet deal here at Bass Notes and hoped he'd have his job for a long time.

He was busy looking at the schedule of lessons when the door opened with a jangle. Looking up from the laptop, he watched a guy slowly entered the school, trying in vain to subdue the bells that were tied to the doorknob.

"Hey there. Welcome to Bass Notes" Puck greeted him.

The man closed the door and looked around the room, taking in all the instruments hanging on the wall, along with the stands and the cabinet where all the sheet music was housed.

"Hi and thank you" he answered back to Puck with a nervous grin as he stepped up towards the front desk.

"Are you here for a lesson?" Puck asked looking quickly at the schedule. He hadn't seen him before in the school - must be new.

"No, actually, I was just... er... em.. I was just thinking about taking lessons - you know - learn something new!" Kurt exclaimed fanning his hands out. He looked and felt a little flush. Whoever was this man with multiple piercings on his face? He was not Kurt's cute mystery man, and where the hell washe? He was always here by the time. Kurt would know - Kurtstalkedwatched him every day.

He'd have to take the leap.

"Isn't there normally another guy here at this shop?" Kurt asked looking anywhere and everywhere except into Puck's eyes. "It's just that I've seen this other man here before and thought perhaps he was a teacher?" Kurt was blushed ten shades of pink and really wished the floor would just open up and swallow him whole.

Now Puck might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but when it comes to hookups he's pretty quick on the draw...

"Ahhhh... you must be referring to Blaine, the owner" Puck replied with a grin.

Blaine. Kurt rolled the name on his tongue in silence.

"Yeah" Puck continued with a smirk "He's still on his dinner break. But he should be back any time now. If you want to wait, you can take a look at the instruments and there's lots of music over there that you can go through. Get a head start."

Puck winked at Kurt as to say he completely understood what Kurt wanted and he, Noah Puckerman, was completely on board with it. Shit, the little dude needed to get some, and while he didn't know what Blaine's type was, this guy was super easy on the eyes.Say what?

Before Kurt could say anything else, the door opened with a jangle, startling him. Hoping, but terrified, that it would be Blaine, he turned around to find a little girl with a big guitar strapped to her back.

'Hey Camryn. You're just in time. Head down to room #2 and I'll be there in a jiff" Puck greeted his student.

"OK Noah. I've been practicing lots this week. You're going to be very happy with my progress." she shared with him as she made her way down the hall to the room.

Puck laughed and turned back to Kurt. "I've got a lesson now. So if you're staying that's cool. Like I said, Blaine should be here any minute." Walking down to the lesson room, he turned and asked, "Hey, if anyone else should come in before Blaine gets here, can you come get me?"

"Sure... sure..." Kurt replied with a weak smile and a nod.

"Cool. Thanks bro" Puck smiled and fake pistol shot him before entering the music room, allowing Kurt to hyperventilate in private. All he really wanted to do was abort this stupid idea of Rachel's and head home to the comforts of his dull apartment. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, he turned his attention to the instruments on display. Slowly dragging his finger along shiny blonde wood, Kurt was fairly certain it was a violin. He had no idea what the other stringed ones were. And there were a few strange looking instruments that didn't have strings but looked more like really big recorders. Honestly, he had no idea what he was doing there. He was so out of his comfort zone, that he needed a whole new expression to describe his state.

Just as he was going to start delving into the sheet music, the door opened again jangling the bells. Kurt looked up and drew in a quick breath. It was Blaine.

He didn't see Kurt, as he hummed a tune, while setting down whatever it was that he was carrying, to take his jacket off.... Ooh la la - the boy has hisfine assskinny jeans on with a very fit polo shirt. It was Kurt's favourite combination.

Kurt cleared his throat to signal his presence, not wanting to freak the man out completely. Unfortunately he did anyways. Blaine jumped at the noise, turning around abruptly with a startled look on his face, holding a hand to his chest.

"Oh My God. You startled me!" Blaine said, finding his voice. "I didn't see you when I came in."

"Yes I realized that. I'm sorry. I figured it was better than yelling something out" Kurt replied with an apologetic smile.

"Well, I don't know if it was better or worse. I'll tell you when my heart starts beating normally again" Blaine joked, tapping his hand on his chest.

There was a moment of slight awkwardness; both taking one another in, and not really knowing how to continue the conversation. Blaine found his manners first.

"I'm sorry. I'm being rude. Can I help you with something? Is it lessons maybe that you're interested in?" he asked as he walked over. "I'm Blaine, by the way" holding out his hand for Kurt to shake.

Kurt took the bait, placing his hand firmly in Blaine's. "Kurt. Kurt Hummel. And I'm not sure if I want to take lessons or not?" he said, slowly releasing Blaine's hand, wishing he had a reason to keep holding it. "I thought it might be fun to try, but I really don't know anything about playing music. I used to sing a lot, but never played anything." Kurt rambled on nervously not able to just shut the fuck up.

"Well, Kurt Hummel. It's nice to meet you. Let's look at the instruments here and see if there's anything you fancy." Blaine suggested with a wink.

"This is a violin." he noted, holding up the instrument that Kurt had been fondling. "Its not the easiest one to begin with - at least not for adults." Blaine looked around tapping his index finger to his mouth. "Oh, and then there's the cousin of the violin, the cello. It's a little easier in that you can sit and it rests on the floor, but it's still strings." he explained looking at Kurt for a sign of interest.

"Hmmm...no, I don't think I want to learn anything with strings" Kurt decided.

"Ok then, how about we look at the woodwinds?" Blaine suggested, leading Kurt over to the area that housed the weird instruments. "This is an oboe" he showed Kurt what he has self-described as the large recorder. "It has a double reed though so maybe that's too complicated" Blaine decided thinking out loud. "There's the clarinet?" Blaine pointed to another recorder. "It's pretty popular for beginners.

Oh and how about the flute?" Blaine asked, picking up the small instrument. "It's tiny and easy to transport. And it sounds really lovely." Blaine shared, looking at Kurt intently as he placed the flute in the boy's hands.

"Well, it is pretty." Kurt said holding it lightly in his hands. "You'd be able to teach me how to play this?" Kurt asked.

"Actually, no I wouldn't be your teacher." Blaine hesitated with his brow creased. "I'm not that well versed with the flute" he admitted. "But I have a great teacher on call. We could arrange some lessons with her if you want to go with this one."

"Oh... well.... hmmm I'm not really sure." Kurt placed the flute back down in its case. So, what instruments do you teach? ... just out of curiosity" Kurt asked with a flush to his cheeks.

Blaine smiled. "Well, I teach the string instruments... all of them. And I teach piano, and saxophone on a beginner level. Once a student's progressed past that point I refer them to another person I have lined up. There's also a great community band for beginners and intermediate players that I can place my students in once they know the basics."

"Saxophone.... I like that!" Kurt's eyes lit up. "That's the one that jazz players play... right?"

Blaine nodded enthusiastically "Yes. For jazz its mostly sax, trumpet, trombone and percussions."

"OK," Kurt clapped his hands. "I want to play jazz Blaine!"

Blaine ducked his head as he chuckled "Ok Kurt. Well we can start off with the basics and work our way up to Sonny Rollins status if you get good enough." he joked with smiling eyes. "Deal?"

"Deal!" Kurt agreed.

"Which saxophone do you want to learn?" Blaine asked.

What do you mean which saxophone?" Kurt was clearly confused. "There's more than one?"

Well, yes, there's alto and tenor. Those are the two most popular. And there's also soprano, but no-one plays that except Kenny G."

Kurt scrunched his face. "No. No Kenny G."

"Yeah, I'm totally with you. There's also a baritone sax, but they're extremely hard to carry around and they're more for advanced players. I'd go with either the alto or the tenor for you." Blaine suggested, rummaging through the cases that he had stored below the display.

"Which is easier?"

"There's no real difference in ease. The alto is smaller, so again, it's easier to carry around. You can always progress to the tenor down the road. They play the exact same way. The tenor just takes a bit more air."

"Hmmm" Kurt looked at Blaine, who was just patiently waiting for Kurt to make up his mind. "I'll go with the alto saxophone." Kurt decided.

"Good choice Kurt" Blaine commended him with a hand to his shoulder. "Let's get this baby out and we can go over a plan for you. How often did you want to come in for the lessons?" he asked as they made their way back to the counter.

By the time Kurt left the shop he had signed up for lessons twice a week with Blaineyayat 6pm. He'd go there directly after work. He had himself a shiny Yamaha alto saxophone in a hard case. They had pulled the instrument out, with Blaine showing him how to put it together, hold it properly, how to clip on the neck strap, and how to clean it afterwards. He explained the reeds and how they worked and encouraged him to take some time to get comfortable with the instrument prior to their first lesson, which would happen two days from then.

Yes, he left the shop head held high, with his newly rented alto sax and all the confidence in the world. Before long he, Kurt Hummel, would become the next Sonny Bono..... no... shit..... that wasn't it..... Sonny.....??? WTF... Who did Blaine say again?

Oh whatever. He'd become the next really famous person that played the saxophone.

Blaine watched him out of the shop window.

Something happened that night.

Something good