Early that next morning, Blaine was up and ready for the day. He was never much of a morning person, but after being on tour for so long, it felt totally normal to be up this early. He actually... enjoyed it now. He liked to hear the birds chirping when he woke up, he liked seeing the morning dew from last nights rare rainfall, and most of all, he loved the smell of fresh brewing coffee in his Keurig. This morning, he decided on a black v-neck, a pair of shorts, and the same pair of black converse he wore yesterday. After a glance in the mirror to fix his hair, he headed downstairs to the kitchen. On his way downstairs though, he was distracted by a faint voice coming from the basement door. It was a song he was unfamiliar with, and it was being sung in a soprano pitch. He followed the voice as he listened to the words of the song.

I have a place where dreams are born,

And time is never planned. Its not on any chart,

You must find it with your heart.

Never Never Land.

He made his way down the stairs and peaked his head around the wall to see if his suspicions were correct. Sure enough, he saw Kurt holding a script in front him and singing the words off the page. His voice sounded amazing.

It might be miles beyond the moon,

Or right there where you stand.

Just keep an open mind,

And then suddenly youll find

Never Never Land.

Youll have a treasure if you stay there,

More precious far than gold.

For once you have found your way there,

You can never, never grow old.

And thats my home where dreams are born,

And time is never planned.

Just think of lovely things.

And your heart will fly on wings,

Forever in Never Never Land.

Youll have a treasure if you stay there,

More precious far than gold.

For once you have found your way there,

You can never, never grow old.

And thats my home where dreams are born,

And time is never planned.

Just think of lovely things.

And your heart will fly on wings,

Forever in Never Never Land

When he finished, Blaine clapped slowly, making Kurt jump at the sound. "Sorry, didnt mean to scare you," Blaine said when he realized he had startled Kurt. "You were incredible."

"Thank you," Kurt said, closing his script. "I thought I would get some practice in while Im still getting over this damn time difference." 

"Well, I can say it was worth it."

"Definitely," Kurt replied. "But why are you up? Wouldnt you rather be sleeping?"

"Ive been on this awkward sleep schedule since I got back from tour. Cant seem to sleep in anymore, Im actually starting to enjoy early mornings." 

"Hm," Kurt said. "What time is it now?"
Blaine pulled his phone out of his back pocket and unlocked the lock screen. "About 8 oclock."

"Oh."

"How long have you been up?"

"About maybe an hour?" Kurt replied. "I got through about half of my lines and a few songs."

"Well, if youre done here, would you like to start our tour of LA a little early?"

"Absolutely! But food first," Kurt said with a smile. "I was waiting until you got up to eat. I planned on making breakfast."

"No need, I have a great breakfast place we can go to," he said, holding his hand out to Kurt. "Care to join me, Mr. Hummel?" 

Kurt rolled his eyes sarcastically and took the outstretched hand. "Lead the way."

~

After enjoying a delightful breakfast at a small café, the two of them got into Blaines navigator and pulled out into the crazy streets of LA. Blaine, humming happily to a song the radio, slipped on a pair of pink sunglasses as he weaved in and out of traffic.

"Really?" Kurt asked. "Pink sunglasses?"

"Hey, theyre my signature look!" 

"If you say so..." 

"Hey," Blaine said, diverting his eyes from the ongoing morning traffic to throw him look, "like you, Kurt Hummel, the fashionista, dont have a signature look."

"I didnt say I dont have one," Kurt replied. "Im just playfully teasing you about yours."

"Oh, okay then. Then tell me Mr. Hummel, whats your signature look? Tell the world what it want to hear."

"Easy. The way I see it, I can make any of my outfits fabulous by wearing insanely tight pants and form fitting shirts," he said, smoothing out the visibly skin tight red skinny jeans and the black and white pinstripe shirt he was wearing. He threw a playful glance in Blaines direction, looking at him over the top of the red sunglasses that were perched on his nose. 

Kurt saw Blaine swallow thickly and he contained a bubble of laugher by changing the subject. "So, where are we headed?" 

"I thought we could hit up all the touristy places first. Its better to go around this time, when its not as crowded. Well, I guess its not that much less crowded, but..." Blaine said as turned the corner and trailed off.

"Ah, youre really going to give me the LA experience, arent you?"

"Only the best for you."

After driving for a few more miles, Blaine pulled the car into an empty parking space on the side of the road, and Kurt looked at him in confusion. "Where are we?"

"Youll see."

Blaine jumped out of the car and walked over to Kurts side of the car, opening the door to let him out. The two of them walked to the end of the street, then turned the corner to their destination. Now, Kurt understood. They were now standing on Hollywood Boulevard, where pink tiled stars were lined down the street for a stretch of at least a few miles. There were hundreds of people swarming the streets as they took pictures in front of their favorite celebritys stars. A few people bumped into them, and Blaine threw them dirty looks from behind his glasses.

"Feeling claustrophobic yet?" Blaine asked as they began to follow the flow of people walking.

"Please, this is nothing compared to New York," 

"Well then, let me show you what you cant see in the big city." 

Blaine grabbed his hand suddenly and intertwined their fingers as if it was something he did everyday. The mere action made Kurt freeze up in surprise. He glanced down at their intertwined fingers.

"Is this okay?" Blaine asked nervously. There was a pause as Kurt took a moment to react. He glanced up at Blaine. 

"Totally okay," Kurt said, his face beginning to flush red. 

Blaine felt his own cheeks redden, but before he had the chance to make a total fool out of himself, Kurt was already crouching down on the ground next to a star. "Oh! Its Barbaras star! Here, take a picture of me with it, I want to send it to Rachel!"

Blaine smiled sweetly at him and pulled out his phone from his pocket to snap the photo of Kurt. He stood back up and looked at the picture with a smile, insisting that Blaine send him the copy when he had a chance. When they began walking again, Kurt was the one to take Blaines hand before cheerfully walking down the street. Yeah, Blaine felt pretty lucky.

~

After they walked down Hollywood Boulevard, Blaine took them to the Hollywood sign, where he insisted that they take insanely cheesy pictures for their friends. After that, the two of them went to a couple of other stops around Hollywood. From there, Blaine piled them both back into his Navigator and drove them to Universal Studios, where they went on a tour of some major filming sets. By the time the four hour tour was over, it was nearing dinner time, and the two of them were just about starving. At that point though, Kurt had stopped asking where they were going because it was becoming clear that Blaine had everything planed out. The final destination of the day was a restaurant called Patina. The front of the building was made of metal, with glass windows lining the storefront. A man in a suit stood waiting next to the doors, and Kurt realized he was waiting on them. 

"Hello again sir," The man greeted them as they exited the car. "Valet tonight?" 

"Yes Adam, thank you," Blaine replied, handing him the car keys. Adam nodded as he walked over to the car. He got inside and drove away to park it. Blaine turned back towards Kurt and smiled. "Ready to go in?"

"Yes," he replied, following Blaine closely behind. Blaine held the door open for him, graciously letting him enter the restaurant first. The restaurants atmosphere just screamed expensive. The walls were lined with wood panels and dim lights. There was a woman standing behind at a very unique desk with a bright, white smile and short, fiery red hair that Kurt just knew came from a bottle (being able to tell was one of Kurts many specialties). Blaine smiled at the woman, and she returned it as she grabbed two menus from behind the desk.

"Hello, Mr. Anderson! Your usual table?" 

"Yes Penny, that would be wonderful," Blaine replied, flashing her a smile. She nodded, gesturing for them to follow her. They made their way through the restaurant, passing by happy couples dining on french food. For some reason, lots of eyes followed the three of them as they walked past, and somewhere in the back of his mind, Kurt wondered if there was something wrong. But he didnt get long to question it before they reached the table that was set up for them. Blaine graciously pulled out his chair for him to sit in, and Kurt smiling as he sat down. Blaine took a seat in the chair across from him. The waitress took their drink orders and the two were left alone to talk.

"Wow, this is quite the restaurant," Kurt said, letting his eyes wander over the fancy walls and tables. "Must have taken them a long time to build it."

"This place has been around for a while," Blaine said, looking up from his menu. "But I have heard that it took a lot of people to build."

"Its amazing," Kurt said as he glanced down at his own menu to looked over the food options. Lobster was listed as.... An appetizer? Then he noticed that the menu had no prices on it. How expensive was this place? Before Kurt had a chance to bring it up to Blaine, Penny returned with their waters and a bottle of wine that Blaine had ordered for them. 

"Have you decided on what you want to order? Or do you need more time?" She asked with that blinding white smile. 

"Ill have have the lobster. And this gentleman, will have the same as me," Blaine said before he shot a glance at Kurt over his menu. "If thats okay with him."

"Ye-yeah, thatll be fine..."

"Very well then, Ill be back with those as soon as possible," she said with another bright smile as she strutted back towards the kitchen. After watching the woman disappear behind the double doors, Blaine let out a rather large sigh, and Kurt turned to look at him.

"What?"

"Nothing... Im just enjoying how much fun Ive had with you today,"

"Oh," Kurt replied as Blaine reached for the bottle of white wine. He poured equal amounts into the two crystal glasses that had been set on the table moments ago. "I didnt think I was that interesting."

"You didnt think you were that interesting?" Blaine asked incredulously as he handed him a glass from across the table. "Youre completely wrong about that."

"How so?"

"Well... Youre funny, youre talented, youre easy to talk to, and youve got a fashion sense that puts designers to shame... Whats not interesting about that?"

Kurt wasnt even sure how to respond to that. He felt like a deer in the headlights, the way his eyes had widened and his cheeks had turned slightly pink. "Um, wow... Thanks... Youre pretty interesting yourself."

Blaine smiled at the compliment. "Why, thank you. So tell me, what made you start singing? Who was your inspiration as a child, the one you looked up to?" 

Kurt raised an eyebrow in question at the change of subject, but Blaine could see that Kurt was deep in thought about it. "My mother was who really got me started singing. Every night before she used to tuck me in at night, she would sing me a song or read me a story. My favorite book that she used to read to me was, believe it or not, Les Mis. She had seen the play before I was born, and every night she would read me a few chapters. She loved acting out the things that happened, using a French accent when people talked, singing the songs wherever she could throw them in... When I was seven, the show came to Columbus and she bought us the best seats. I remember the look on her face when she looked at me during the first number. I really couldnt help it, even at age seven, the stage was entrancing. The costuming was amazing, the songs were great, I loved the story, and I just got caught up in everything. I think my mom knew somehow... I think she knew that I would fall in love with the stage and broadway, because thats exactly what happened that day." 

He paused for a moment, glancing down at the table. "She inspired me to be who I wanted to be. She told me to reach for my dream and to never let anyone get in my way. When she died that next year.... I made myself a promise that I would do whatever it took to achieve my dream of being on broadway, with the lights and the stage and the music... Not just for me, but for her too. So my dad signed me up for singing lessons and dance classes, and the rest is basically history. But when I went to high school at McKinley, everything changed. There were barely any good arts programs to speak of unless you counted the cheerleading squad. The glee club was practically a nonentity, and to make things worse, being different translated to daily slushie facials and random dumpster dives."

"From a young age, I knew that I was different from everyone else. I had to talk myself into believing that it didnt matter what other people said, and that I couldnt let what other people thought bother me. But it did. There was this one jock who was just relentless with letting his displaced frustration out on me. It was horrible. I didnt think I would ever be able to survive high school. I came really close to my breaking point. But then my dad got me to join a team at school, and a teacher who had won nationals when he was in high school took over the glee club. After a lot of mental debate, I decided to join. The bullying continued for me, and glee club was still kind of a joke, so bullying actually started for some of the rest of the club, but at least then I had a group of people who supported me, you know? We all got through it together. We survived. And from then on, I swore that I would never give up on my dreams, that I would make it someday. And I did."

After taking a moment to breathe, he cautiously glanced up to look at Blaine for the first time since started his rambling. He wasnt exactly sure what he expected to see, but the moment he looked up, his blue eyes met the blazing hazel ones from the other side of the table. Blaines eyes were transfixed on Kurts. They had a sincere look in them, almost a little watery, and his pink lips were formed in a little relaxed o shape.

"Im sorry for rambling, its just you asked a question and then I basically told you my entire life story..." Kurt trailed off and stopped when Blaines expression didnt change.

"What?"

"Its just... wow. I think thats the most Ive ever heard from you at once, let alone anyone ever. I had absolutely no idea you went through all of that."

"Well, like Kelly Clarkson says, what doesnt kill you makes you stronger, right?" Kurt replied as he took a swig of his drink.

All Blaine could do was nod and take another sip of his own drink. A moment later, Penny was back with their food and he silently thanked her for breaking the tense atmosphere. The two of them ate their lobster in comfortable silence as they changed the subject to something with a lighter tone. Kurt asked some questions about Blaines past, and he responded with as much detail as he could. Finally, once the bill was paid and they were walking outside to wait for the car, Blaine turned to Kurt.

"You know, youre probably the strongest person Ive ever known." 

"Im sure youve met people far more extraordinary than me," Kurt said, glancing up towards the stars that lit up the night sky.

"None that really mattered to me," Blaine said quietly, glancing down at his hand as he gently grabbed Kurts. He heard him suck in a breath of air and saw him visibly swallow. But the moment was shattered when Blaines black car pulled up to the front of the restaurant. They both looked at the man getting out of the car who came over to hand Blaine his keys.

"Thank you, Adam," he said politely, digging into his pocket and handing the man a five dollar bill.

"Thank you sir, and I hope you enjoyed your meal," he replied. "See you again soon."
Blaine nodded a thank you to him before getting into the car and driving back onto the main road home. The ride back to Blaine and Jakes house was quiet, as Kurt gazed out at the window and watched the lights of the buildings and street lights pass by. There were a few occasional glances between the two of them, but when their eyes met, they were quickly diverted back in the opposite direction.

When they finally got home, Blaine could tell how physically exhausted Kurt was, and he was happy that they were home so they could finally sleep. Blaine unlocked the front door and let them both into the quiet house. It seemed that everyone had already either retreated to their rooms or gone out to do god knows what. Blaine followed Kurt down the hall to his room and Kurt stopped at the doorway.

"I had an amazing time today Blaine. Thank you."

"Youre welcome. I think thats the most fun Ive had in a while," Blaine said truthfully. He was silent for a moment before speaking again. "Im kind of glad that we switched phones. Otherwise I would have never met you."

"Im glad we did too," Kurt almost whispered. He glanced at Blaines eyes as if almost to say exactly what both of them were thinking. Without even thinking about what he was doing, Blaine was already leaning and pressing his lips against Kurts. The kiss was soft and short, but in Blaines mind, it seemed to last forever. He rested an arm gently behind Kurts back and signed with content. He pulled away after a moment and rested a forehead against Kurts before letting his arm drop. 

"Goodnight Kurt," he said, the words coming out as almost a whisper. 

"Goodnight Blaine." 

Kurt slowly backed into his guest room, keeping his eyes locked on Blaines until the door shut softly behind him and broke the connection. Blaine stood there for a moment and tried to regain his composure before turning and walking down the hall to the living room. Jake was now sitting on the couch, and the TV emitted the only light in the room. Jake turned around to look at Blaine. "How was it?"

Blaine took a seat on the couch next to him and sighed, laying his head back against the back of the sofa. "Magical."

Blaine didnt see Jakes eyebrow raised in question before he spoke up again.
"Jake?"

"Uh huh?"

"Do you think its possible to love someone you just met?"