Talking to the Moon

Chapter 1

The streets were unusually silent for a warm September night in New York. Blaine Anderson was walking home after his performance and all he wanted to do was to finally get home, crawl into his bed and fall asleep. When he unlocked his apartment door he heard some noise from inside.

"Perfect." he mumbled sarcastically, then opened the door.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" his friends cheered at once.

"Oh, wow. Guys. You really shouldn't have done that." Blaine said.

"Don't be silly." Lauren said then hugged him tightly. "You're our Broadway star."

Blaine laughed awkwardly. "You're too sweet... And I'm not a star."

"Oh, sorry then. So it wasn't Blaine Anderson that I saw tonight on the stage? Okay..."

"Lauren." Blaine gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I love you."

"I love you, too. You're my best friend."

"And you are mine." They sighed happily, then Blaine looked terrified in the next moment. "Uh-oh. Cuddle time's over."

"Wha- Oh."

"Blaiiiine!" Rachel grabbed Blaine's hand and started to drag him into the kitchen, where people sang 'Happy Birthday'. "You have to blow out 21 candles this time, so be practical."

Blaine decided not to comment on this.

He took a deep breath, but before he could blow the candles out Rachel interrupted him. "Don't forget to make a wish!"

"Alright." He closed his eyes, made a wish and then blew the candles out.

Blaine was standing on his balcony alone when Syed and Lauren came out eating each other's faces. Blaine decided not to care. But after a few minutes of them continuing to do that, he cleared his throat loudly.

"Oops. Sorry, bro." Syed said. "Didn't seen you."

"Yeah. I'm short." Blaine laughed nervously.

"No, that's not what I meant." Syed started to explain, but Lauren interrupted him.

"Honey, why don't you wait for me inside?" she asked and gave him a requesting look.

"Alright, babe. And once again, sorry, Blaine."

"It's okay." Blaine said, and after Syed waved at him he added "I got use to it.".

"What's wrong, Blaine?" Lauren started.

"Nothing. What would be?"

"Blaine, I know you and I know that you're lyin-"

"If you know me so well you'd know what's wrong!" he snapped.

"Why are you yelling at me?"

"Because you just don't give a shit about me nowadays!" His voice was shaking.

"Oh, yeah? I didn't plan this whole fucking party all week, even if I had better things to do than that? But of course, I don't give a shit about you. You know what? You're just tired and don't know what you're saying... Go to bed, fuck yourself and then sleep. I'll talk to you tomorrow after you've calmed down." She stormed inside, grabbed Syde's hand then got out of the apartment.

Blaine realized all the guests had gone, so he could finally be in silence and peace... alone.

He looked up at the sky and got amazed by how clear it was this night. The moonlight lit his empty apartment, which made his heart ache.

"I wish I had someone." He took a deep breath which got stuck in his lungs. He saw a sparkle and in the next moment an usually shining star appeared in the sky. "You're eyes are just gleaming, Blaine." He let out the rest of the breath and then went into his apartment.

Kurt felt something warm; which started to get hotter and hotter and then he realized he was falling.

Oooh. So it's time. I'm excited.

In the next moment he found himself naked on top of the Empire State Building in the middle of the night. Luckily no one was there.

After he finally figured out how to get down he had to get some clothes from somewhere.

He was crossing the empty streets when his eyes stuck on a showcase.

"Oh my God!" he gasped and ran in front of the shop. "I always wanted to wear Marc Jacobs." A flash followed his statement and a moment later he was wearing the new collection from his favorite designer. "Finally." he sighed and started looking for a place where he could sleep.

After hours of failing he decided to follow his legs and not think. Maybe he'd be lucky.

The sun had already started to rise and he just wanted to sleep.

Blaine's alarm was beeping at 5 in the morning. After he managed to get up he checked his phone and found a new message from Lauren.

He refused to read it. He didn't want to deal with last night, so he decided to put his trainers on and go for a run.

...

The park was nearly empty – just a few runners and some homeless people were there – so he could clear his mind in the fresh air.

After an hour he was jogging home, when suddenly he bumped into someone and fell on top of him.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Are you o-" the word got stuck in his throat when he looked up at his 'victim'. His galaxy, sky-blue eyes made him confused. "-kay..." he finished after a few seconds.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm okay." he chuckled and accepted Blaine's help. The guy grabbed his hand and Blaine helped him stand up. "Thank you, um-"

"Blaine." he blurted, but according to the guy's questioning look he figured that it was incoherent. "Blaine Anderson."

"It's nice to meet you, Blaine Anderson. I'm Khayri Hummel. But please, call me Kurt." They shook hands, but didn't let go of each other's hand after.

Blaine's heart was about to escape from his chest from the boy's look.

"Hi, Kurt."

"H-" He let out a huge yawn but tried to cover it with his palm. "Hi. Sorry, I've just been crossing the streets for ages and-"

"Why? I mean…" Kurt was looking at him with curiosity. "What did you do on the streets all night in New York? That's dangerous."

"There wasn't a single person out there on the streets, so maybe I was just lucky this time..." Blaine nodded and waited for the rest of the sentence "… and I was looking for a place where I could sleep."

"Oh, I'm sorry. But why didn't you rent a hotel room or something?" He was really confused now.

"I don't have money." And this final statement made Blaine completely confused.

If he doesn't have money, then why is he wearing a piece from Marc Jacobs' newest collection?

The silence was getting awkward and Blaine just wanted to know what he wanted to do exactly. He was just about to say something when Kurt collapsed in front of him.

When Kurt opened his eyes he found himself in a pretty, well equipped apartment and saw the hazel-eyed boy was watching with concern.

"Are you okay?" Blaine asked him. "You were unconscious for like 6 hours."

"Where am I?" Kurt murmured.

"In my apartment." Blaine smiled at him. "So welcome." He gestured with his right hand to the apartment's other side.

"Looks pretty." Kurt tried to stand up, but he started to feel dizzy and Blaine forced him back onto the couch.

"Whoa. I'll bring you something to drink." he started while walking into the kitchen. "I've got lots of sugary drinks from yesterday, which will probably help you to not faint again. What do you want?"

"Um, what's your suggestion?" Kurt somehow got excited that he might be about to drink something that he had always wanted to.

"Well, there's orange soda, orange juice, apple juice… Umm… Diet Sprite and-"

"Oooh." the excited sound left Kurt's mouth before he could stop it.

"So, diet Sprite." Blaine chuckled - which Kurt decided was the most adorable laugh in the Universe - and gave him a glass of Sprite.

"Thank you, Blaine."

Somehow Blaine's heart tightened by the way the gorgeous boy said his name. "You're welcome." Blaine got completely lost by what he was seeing. He can't be real. Blaine, you're just dreaming. Wake up!

"Oh, wow. This is so good."

"Haven't you tasted one before?" he asked with surprise after getting back to reality.

"Nope." He continued to sip his drink.

In the next moment there was a knock on the door, and Lauren poked her head in.

"Oh, hi. Am I disturbing something?" Lauren asked Blaine while examining Kurt with her eyes.

"Um. Would you excuse me?" Blaine asked Kurt.

"Sure. I have my Sprite. I'll be okay." Kurt gave Blaine a bright smile and Blaine went to Lauren, smiling.

They went out to the kitchen and after Lauren realized that Blaine wouldn't start the conversation, she did.

"I just wanted to say how sorry I am. Really. I've been thinking all night, and I realized that since I've been with Syde I haven't paid as much attention to you as before. So I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?"

"I was a jerk to you, too. I should apologize to you. I shouldn't have yelled at you, because you didn't do anything yesterday."

"Can we agree that we're equally wrong?"

"Agreed."

They hugged each other, and Lauren broke the comfortable silence. "Sorry, but it's killing me. Who's that pretty guy on your couch?" Her eyes were sparkling excitedly.

"Oh, um…" Blaine pulled back from the hug and looked in Kurt's direction. "His name is Kurt Hummel. I walked into him and fell on top of him in front of the house after my morning run."

"Okay, but what's he doing here?"

"He fainted. We were talking about how he was up all night, crossing the streets; when he collapsed. I caught him and the doorman helped me bring him inside. He just woke up."

"Weird."

"Indeed." Blaine agreed.

"But absolutely pretty." Blaine gave her a strict look. "What? You don't think that he's pretty?"

"Lauren, you're probably hung over from last night."

"Oh my God. You like him." she nearly shouted.

"Shush!" Lauren was looking at Blaine with a satisfied smile. "Alright, fine. He looks truly attractive, but I barely know him."

"Love at first sight."

"Lauren, stop." Blaine was surprised when she obeyed and stopped talking. Lauren looked at him, waiting for him to continue his speech. "I don't even know if he's- If- Leave it. He's probably not. Just my luck."

"I think you're wrong, Anderson." Lauren started. "And you're not unlucky at all. Look around, Blaine! You moved from Ohio to New York and you're on Broadway. You're one of the youngest stars there so far."

"That's true." Blaine said quietly.

"Can I talk to him?" Lauren asked suddenly and made her way into the living room.

"You what? Lauren!" he hissed after his friend, but she was already in the living room.

"Hi! I'm Blaine's friend, Lauren Maldona." She held her hand toward Kurt.

"Hello. My name's Kurt Hummel." Blaine saw Kurt's eyebrow furrow in confusion.

Am I the only one that he said his full name to?

"So. What are you doing in the city? Any plans? A date?"

What? I can't believe she asked that! Oh my God. Where can I hide? Can't I just run away or sink into the floor?

Kurt laughed a bit. "Um, no. No plans and no…" Shit, what is the word? What is the word? Ah! "…date." Kurt, you're on. You can pat yourself on the shoulder. "Honestly, I don't know what I'm doing here. I woke up on the top of the Empire State Building and now I'm here. I think we can call it fate." He chuckled, but stopped when he saw the faces of the people in the room.

Uh-oh. What did I say? Come on… Don't just look at me. Say something!

"I'm sorry, but what did you say?" Blaine asked. "You woke up where?"

"On top of the Empire State Building."

"So I heard it right..." Blaine mumbled under his breath "But how did you get there in the middle of the night? Isn't it supposed to be closed at that time?"

"I don't know. I don't live here."

In the next moment Lauren's phone was ringing.

"Oh, shit. I totally forgot. Sorry, but I gotta go now. It was nice to meet you, Kurt."

"It was nice to meet you, too." Lauren waved at them and the front door closed behind her. "She's weird, but nice." Kurt said.

"Sorry about that. She doesn't always know where to draw the line." Blaine said.

"What lines?"

"You know…" Kurt looked pretty confused, which made Blaine a bit confused too. "She asked you too many questions that she shouldn't have. Not this early, at least…"

"By this, you mean she shouldn't have asked me about my plans?"

People are hard. I really try to guess their thoughts, but reading by Blaine's look I'm wrong here. Why is he chuckling?

"Um, no… I mean the date question." Blaine started to drink from his cup with a smile on his face.

"You mean, do I have a boyfriend?" This statement nearly made Blaine spit the water out of his mouth.

"B-boyfriend?" Blaine asked him in disbelief.

"Yes, boyfriend. And no, I don't have one." Blaine couldn't stop smiling. "Did I say something funny?"

Now I'm sure I'll never understand people. I've been trying to do it for 21 years, so how could I get them now?

"No, you didn't. I'm just- just happy."

"I can see that, but why?"

"That I'm not alone."

"You know that you're never alone. The Sun, or the Moon with his army – the stars – always takes care of you." Kurt said seriously.

"Sure, sure, but- Of course I've met some other gay people. I'm on Broadway, but I never thought that I would meet someone as flawl- someone like you."

"I'm glad we met. You seem pretty nice and friendly. And I'm thankful that you helped me. I think I'm abusing your hospitality, so I think it's time for me to go."

"Don't!" slipped out of Blaine's mouth. If he leaves I'll probably never see him again. "I mean… You don't have a place to go, right?"

"Right."

"And I have this whole apartment with an empty guestroom. So if you want to, you could stay here as long as you need."

"Are you serious?" I can't wait until nighttime.

"I am. It'd be great to have someone to live with."

"Thank you, Blaine!" Kurt suddenly hugged him, and didn't pull back.

His smell isn't mundane. It's mesmerizing.

He smells so good. I never thought that a human could smell like this.

After a few moments Blaine pulled back and blinked a lot to bring himself back to reality. His stomach growled, making him blush more than before.

"Aren't you hungry?"

"Oh, yeah. Food." Kurt muttered. "Yes, I am."

"Where do you wanna go?" I hope I don't look too excited. I don't wanna freak him out.

"Where do you want to go?" I don't know a place. I totally forgot to observe the eating habits.

"I've got an idea. Do you like Chinese food?"

"We'll see." Kurt said with a sanguine voice.

They went out and ate. Kurt ordered the same as Blaine, and he was thrilled to taste it.

When he put the fork in his mouth he made a sound that made Blaine's mouth dry. "Like it?" Blaine asked after swallowing a huge bite and finding his voice.

Kurt moaned from enjoyment. "I do. This tastes awesome."

"You act like someone who's never eaten food in his life."

Kurt froze for a moment and then laughed awkwardly.

"So. Where do you come from?"

"Well… it's a funny story…"

"We've got time. I don't have to work tonight, so if you want to we could do something."

"I'll tell you later, I promise."

"Alright. I'm thrilled to hear it." Blaine said with sparkling eyes.

"Can I ask your story?" Kurt asked him warily.

"Well, it's not that long." He took a deep breath and started his story. "I was born in Westerville, Ohio. Went to an all boys' boarding school called Dalton - after I got bullied at my previous school – and graduated from there. I was the glee club's lead singer and won a few competitions. Once, when we were at the Nationals here in New York, a woman from Broadway came to me after our performance and asked me if I wanted to audition for her new musical. I accepted her offer and got the part, and now I'm here. That's my story."

"Sounds pretty exciting." Kurt said honestly.

"I gotta admit, I'm kinda lucky."

"Why just kind of?" Kurt asked Blaine curiously.

"I don't want to whine, so... It doesn't matter." Blaine started to feel uncomfortable because he really didn't want to pour his problem and his – non existing – love life out to Kurt all of the sudden.

"Alright, I won't push it. Because you didn't push me about my origin." Kurt said and put another bite of food in his mouth. Blaine did the same.

After Kurt swallowed his bite he asked Blaine a question that Blaine never thought a person would ask him.

"So, what is this... Broadway-thing that you do?"

Blaine nearly choked on his Sichuan chicken. "Are you serious?" At Kurt's questioning look he realized that Kurt was completely serious.Congratulations, Blaine. You just hurt his feelings. Those eyes... Okay, explain! Don't stare at him, start talking and explain! "Okay, so Broadway is where people sing, dance and do plays that are scripted. They can be funny, sad, anything you want – just choose the play you like. Once I played a guy, who-" Blaine cleared his throat because he realized that Kurt was looking at him in a way that a boy never had before, and he didn't want to continue this story because it was so embarrassing. So he decided to leave the story for another time.

"You're cute."

"Why?" Blaine asked in embarrassment.

"I mean, you talk with so much passion about things – at least today you did."

"Well, thank you." Blaine said and took another bite of his food.

They finished their food in comfortable silence and after they got back home Blaine suggested a movie to watch, which Kurt gladly accepted.

I can't believe I'm watching Aladdin with a guy on my couch. Until now no one wanted to do that with me.

This movie is wonderful. Blaine is singing with it even if he doesn't know the words. But he does, and it's adorable. I wish I could hear him better. Oh, well. Focus on the movie, Kurt!

After the movie finished Blaine collected the empty popcorn bowls and the glasses from the table.

"Well, that was fun." Kurt said.

"I'm glad you liked it." Blaine answered from the kitchen.

"So, what's next?"

"Well, I was thinking that we could go out tonight, if you want to."

"Of course. Can we go to a club? I've always wanted to."

"Sure, but you've never been in a club before?"

"I-I haven't." Kurt said quietly.

"Alright, then. I know a pretty good place." Blaine sat next to Kurt. "When do you wanna go?"

"I don't know the time…"

"It's 7.15 pm. Any ideas?"

"I don't know what that means."

"O-okay." Blaine got confused. God, where does he come from? I've never met anyone before who doesn't know how to tell time.

What the Moon is that ticking thing? How on Sun would I know how to use it? There are just some weird things on it and 3 sticks that are moving in different periods.

"So, when we gonna leave?" Kurt tried to skip the previous awkward subject.

"In 2 hours." After Kurt gave him a desperate look he added. "When the longest stick gets here, we can go."

"Thank you." Kurt was blushing.

"Do you know what you're going to wear tonight?" Blaine asked him.

"This, I guess." Kurt answered with his obvious voice.

"Do you have any other clothes?" Blaine asked cautiously.

"No." Kurt was looking at his feet.

"Maybe I can get you some." Blaine started walking to his bedroom while Kurt stayed on the couch. "Kurt?" Blaine poked his head back into the living room.

"Yes?" Kurt looked up to him.

"Would you follow me?" Blaine asked him with a big smile on his face.

"Oh, sure." Kurt stood up and went after him. "Wow, you have a huge bed."

Blaine burst out laughing before he could stop himself. "Sorry, sorry. That's the first thing you usually notice when you get in someone's bedroom?"

Kurt laughed awkwardly. I think I shouldn't admit the truth to him… I've never been in a bedroom before. Luckily for Kurt, Blaine continued.

"I assume that you like stylish clothes, so maybe one of these will fit you. And hopefully you'll like them." He dropped some clothes onto the bed.

"Oooh. That one looks pretty." Kurt said enthusiastically.

"Why don't you try them on?" Blaine looked at him encouragingly.

"Okay." Kurt grabbed his shirt and started to pull it off.

"I think I'm… out… kitchen. Yeah." Blaine walked toward his bedroom door with covered eyes but bumped into the jamb. "Fuck."

After he finally managed to get out he pressed his back to the corridor's wall and slipped down onto the floor.

Calm down, Blaine. Take a deep breath, you can do it. But holy shit! How can his skin look this perfect? Stop it! You're gonna get hard and you don't want that…

"Bla- oh, there you are. Why did you run out so fast? And what are you doing down there?"

Holy shit!

"I just realized that I haven't mopped the floor for like… weeks." Blaine lied.

"Uh-huh. Am I right if I think these jeans are a bit too tight?" Kurt asked.

"Well…" From this angle I can see his… Sweet baby Jesus! "Probably" he finally managed to say in a really high-pitched voice. "But the shirt looks pretty good on you, though." Not that the jeans don't… Blaine!

"Thank you. I like them, too. " Kurt was eyeing his shirt happily.

"Maybe you could wear them with your pants? It'll look fantastic." Blaine took a deep breath and stood up. "I think I'm gonna take a shower. Do you want to, too?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Then I'll go right after you." he bowed for Kurt and motioned with his arms toward bathroom. "It's the door on the right at the end of the corridor."

"Oh, merci beacoup." Kurt said excitedly. I've never had a shower or a bath before. I'm thrilled to try it!

After Blaine told him the difficulties and the tricks of the bathroom he left Kurt with a towel.

While Blaine was picking his clothes out for the night he heard Kurt's humming from the bathroom.

The shower's sound stopped and he heard the door cracking. In the next moment Kurt came into the room with a towel on, low and loosely tied on his hips.

To be continued.