Blaine drummed his fingers along the side of the car door, trying to will the taxi to go faster. Of course the traffic was like this, though, it was New York City, and it was right at the beginning of the new Broadway season. The cab slowly moved through the many theatres, and Blaine glanced up at the many signs announcing shows. There was only one he cared for, though.

And there it was, a giant poster of his beautiful boyfriend Kurt, and up on top, in neon lights, Kurt's name, along with the other main actors. And beneath them all, “The hit new musical written by Blaine Anderson.” Tears glistened in Blaine's eyes, this was it, this was their big moment.

“Damn, I bet you had to pay a fortune for these tickets,” the cab driver said. “This musical opening is all anyone has been talking about lately.”

Blaine smiled. “Well, I didn't really have to pay anything to see the show. I worked hard for it, though. I'm the writer.”

The driver slammed on the break. It was good that they were barely moving, or Blaine would have smashed his face on the seat. The driver turned around. “You've gotta be shitting me. There is no way this is happening.” He put a hand to his head. “I am driving Blaine Anderson to his Broadway premiere.”

Blaine thought for a moment. The look in the man's eyes, it really seemed like he was star struck. He reached into his pocket. “Hey, if you're interested, I mean, I know you've probably got better things to do, but they gave me a couple tickets as the writer, and seeing as my boyfriend is in the show, do you want to see it?” The man's eyes widened. He pulled over to the side of the street, and put some sort of tag in the window.

“You aren't pulling my leg, are you? You would really do that?”

“Of course I would.” Blaine extended the ticket to the man. He took it, and swore under his breath, unable to believe what was happening.

“You are a saint, sir. A god-send. Don't you worry about the fare, this more than makes up for it.” He flipped a switch, turning off the light on the top of the car and got out, opening Blaine's door for him. “Oh,” the man said, looking down at his own attire. “I'm not really dressed for the occasion.”

“Nonsense, you are fine. Besides, you're with the writer, no one will care.” They started to the theatre, and Blaine assumed that the tag the man had put on the windshield was something that would let him stay parked there, because a couple of officers walked up, saw it, and walked away again.

They entered the theatre, and Blaine led them to the box where he was to be seated, the man trailing behind, taking in everything. They sat, and soon the curtains rose, revealing Kurt in a suit and tie. Blaine couldn't help thinking how perfect his boyfriend looked, and how wonderful his voice sounded tonight. The man was sitting on the edge of his seat the entire time, laughing when necessary, and altogether completely engrossed in the show.

Once the show was done and it was time for the performers came out to meet everyone, Blaine slid up to meet them all. He figured he should probably greet people as well. He noticed that the cab driver looked awkward, but he pulled him by the hand to come with him. “Come on, you should meet Kurt.” He stepped behind his boyfriend and tapped on his shoulder. Kurt turned around and smiled before pulling Blaine into a long embrace. “You performed wonderfully,” Blaine whispered into his ear. Then he pulled back. “Kurt, there is someone I would like you to meet.” He gestured to the man. “This is…” and he trailed off, realizing he had never once asked the man his name.

“Jayson. And it is such an honour. You were amazing up there.” Kurt shook the man's hand, and looked curiously at Blaine.

“He drove me here. Jayson is a cab driver, and he seemed so excited about the show, and even more when I mentioned who I was, that I invited him to watch.”

Jayson smiled. “He offered for me to watch with him, and how could I pass up such an opportunity?” He looked at his watch. “Shit, I really should be going. Gotta be able to bring home the bacon.” He laughed lightly, before extending his hand to each of the two men again. “It really was an honour, I'm sorry I have to rush away.”

“Wait, why don't we get lunch or something sometime, Jayson. It would be our pleasure.” Kurt extended his hand, a card between his fingers. Blaine recognized it as one of the few that had Kurt's cell phone number on it, the one he only gave to directors and such, those who had to be able to contact him at any time. “Just text me a time when you are free, and we can meet up.”

Jayson looked like he might pass out. He just stared at the card in his hand, before looking up at the two men. “Thank you so so much. Holy- I really hope this isn't just a dream. I'll – I can't believe I'm saying this – I'll talk to you later.” He grinned, before running off.

Kurt smiled and hugged Blaine's arm. “You are too kind. But, I think that you might have made us a new friend.”

Blaine smiled back, feeling good about the entire night, and then the reporters came up, asking him, Kurt, and the other cast members questions, trying to get their fill for the reviews in the morning.