Blaine hastily walked down the heated city street. His brand new New York apartment was awaiting, a few blocks away from the heart of Times Square. The street was packed with rushing business men, excited tourists, photographers and various other groups of people. The environment was very overwhelming at first, but he quickly adapted to the chaoticness of the city. His building was just around the corner, patiently waiting for Blaine to finally arrive home, the apartment already filled with furniture and everything else he owned. As he rounded the corner of the street, he noticed a quieter area surfacing around him, mainly introduced by a dainty coffee shop resting on the lonely road. Blaine approached calmly, opening the door. A familiar scent of mocha filled his nostrils, welcoming him home better than his actual apartment. Blaine glanced up at the menu, attempting to figure out his order when he awkwardly banged into a stranger's back. 

"Shit, I'm sorry." Blaine quickly apologized, hoping it wasn't one of those dreadful city thugs.

The man turned around, and attempted to pass it off as it was nothing with a calm shrug. "Don't worry about it, happens more often than not." He laughed, a more than familiar noise ringing into Blaine's ears. 

"H-holy shit, you're Kurt Hummel!" Blaine choked out, his eyes widening in extreme surprise.

Kurt just cocked his porcelain head to the side nonchalantly. "Guilty as charged. Do me a favor," Blaine nodded. "Take a seat in one of those chairs over there before you faint or something awkwardly unattractive?" Kurt asked, pointing to one of the comfortable looking chairs resting on the side of the store. Blaine's eyes widened even more as he walked over to the seat in a daze. Oh my god, that IS KURT HUMMEL. THE KURT HUMMEL. THE ONE WHO I AM OBSESSED WITH BEYOND ALL RECOGNITION. Fuck, I can't breathe. Blaine tried to calm himself as best as possible as Kurt walked toward Blaine with two large coffee cups in hand.

"I just got you a mocha latte, is that fine?" Kurt asked and sat down at the lovely chair across from Blaine. A tiny, dark table was currently placed in between them, relaxing at the intense smell of coffee beans yet again. However, the absurdity of the situation hadn't reached Blaine's brain yet, himself just sitting there quite dumbfounded.

"Y-yeah.." Blaine took the cup that Kurt handed over, taking a sip as he stared at him. Kurt barely seemed phased, calmly taking a taste from his drink. 
"Why are you...sitting with me?" Blaine wondered, and Kurt turned his gaze toward him. "I'm not trying being rude, but you just bought me a drink?"

"Don't worry, I understood what you meant. It's because I remember you," Kurt announced simply. Blaine's look of astonishment and curiosity failed to fade, so Kurt elaborated. "The Ridgewood signing? You were the last person to walk in before my time off. I read your letter on my break." He smiled with a tint of sympathy.

"Oh, yeah. Um.." Blaine swallowed, nervously shifting in his chair. "I'm sorry if I scared you, or something. I'm not mental..."

"I know that." Kurt smiled, patting Blaine's hand gently with his own. "I still have it, actually. It touched me more than you can imagine." Kurt removed his soft hand, Blaine still shocked at the kindness of the touch.

"I'll tell you." Kurt promised, turning over to have his body face Blaine's quiet figure. "When I read those words, Blaine, I knew they were filled with pain. I was in the exact same position, and it's so incredibly horrifying you had to deal with it too. You have no idea how much it meant to me and pained me at the same time that I was your only lifeline at one point. I know it's not uncommon in my fanbase, but...your story is so familiar, it's hard to drop without recognition. I honestly tried to get around to writing you back, but I lost the time. I have it written in my memo book though." Kurt frowned, taking another drink.

Blaine just nodded, finally understanding the depth of their similarity. "How did you know it was me, though? You must have seen thousands of people lately, everyday?"

Kurt blushed, a furious red color flooding his cheeks. "Well, I um-"

"He whispered over to me that you were the cutest guy he'd laid eyes on." A female voice whispered, appearing behind Blaine. He turned around and came eye-to-eye with Kurt's publicist, Quinn Fabray. 

Blaine's eyes widened instantly, his smile turned into a brighter grin. "Really?" He squeaked out.

"I did-Ugh," Kurt sighed, rolling his eyes. His dark red pallor never drained fom his cheeks, so he looked in the opposite direction.

"Unfortunately loverboy, we have to leave now. So get your little boytoy's number so we can get ready, we have a flight at 4." Quinn tapped Kurt's shoulder, disappearing out the door. 

Blaine's smile dropped to a frown, looking over at Kurt. "It was nice meeting you," Blaine stood up, grabbing his coffee. He walked over to Kurt's sitting body, and Kurt looked up at him. "Again."

"Can I have your number?" Kurt blurted, standing up too.

"Of course." Blaine reached into his pocket, grabbing his phone. He handed Kurt his phone. "Type in your number?"

Kurt hummed in response, typing in his digits quickly. He identified himself in the contact list as "Kurt" in case someone had a glance at Blaine's contact list.

"I'll text you, then?" Blaine asked, cocking his eyebrow. Kurt nodded, shaking Blaine's hand. 

"Don't forget!" Kurt farewelled, flashing him a smile before walking out of the building. Awkwardly, a couple of photographers got in his face. Kurt pushed through them to his car, praying that none of them caught his and Blaine's little exchange. 

Staring at his phone, the realization that Kurt Hummel just gave Blaine his number finally hit him. A famous singer, actor, and author just blatantly asked Blaine to meet up again. Like he wanted to be friends, possibly even more. Blaine Anderson ran out of the store, high on life, and dashed to his apartment. He couldn't wait to tell the news to his family; the internet blogs and his friends would be ecstatic to find out. Today was an even better day than before.