CHAPTER 1

By Klainer0801

*I do not own Glee or any of the characters* - I wish :)

So I started this on a random idea I had while in school so here we go! Enjoy!

Feel free to review or rate! It would be totally awesome if you did :P

Pedestrian’s faces seemed a blur beside him as Kurt made his way through the busy crowd. ‘Why was New York always so hectic’ he thought and silently laughed at himself for choosing here of all places to begin his career.

 He needed one shop… and that just had to be the one shop that he couldn’t find along the street. He would stop and ask for directions but the people passing by seemed just as agitated and rushed as Kurt was. Sighing with the stress, Kurt pulled out his phone and sent a quick text Rachel Berry’s way: Gonna be late home tonight, I can tell… Remind me: If I need something doing then do it myself. Oh… and buy a map. Kurt let out an even bigger sigh as he thrust his phone into the back pocket of his jeans. He looked quickly around the busy New York street, scanning for the one thing place he desperately needed.

There it was: Madam Wilkins Fabric Shop. Kurt had no idea how he had ever missed it with its bright colours and flamboyant patterns adorning the windows. Madam Wilkins was the best place for fabric in all of New York in Kurt’s opinion and for his designs; he would have nothing less than the best. Immediately, Kurt lifted his wrist and glanced down at his watch to check the time.

“Dammit!” Kurt hissed, “Why do I even bother having an assistant!?” Determined to at least get back on time with his schedule, he picked up the pace of his walking and pushed through the people standing in his way. By the time he’d made it through the throng of busy workers and shoppers, Kurt had to steady himself on the pink painted doorframe and take in a few deep breaths before entering the shop.

“Good morning sir. Can I help you with something?” a fresh, young faced woman with blonde hair spoke over to Kurt from behind the counter. She hurriedly made her way over to Kurt and he nodded to himself in appreciation of her classy outfit. Not only did the store provide good quality and fashionable material but they also employed polite and fashionable staff. It’s a shame his manager couldn’t do the same.

“Morning. I’m Kurt Hummel, main designer from Benson and Price. I sent my new assistant to your shop this morning to pick up the orders for our new Spring Season. Needless to say she came back empty handed… couldn’t find the store apparently… I don’t know.” Kurt dismissed the story with a wave of his hand and a smile at the young woman, “Anyway, I was wondering have you still got the packages in store for me?”

“Of course sir, we’ve been expecting a collection for Benson and Price! You ordered 6 rolls of fabric I believe… this way if you will.” The young woman (Rebecca was her name, Kurt noticed as he glanced at her name badge) gestured for Kurt to follow her and Kurt happily obliged.

When they got to the back room Kurt thanked Rebecca for her time and tried to arrange the rolls of fabric in his arms so they were easier to walk with or at least not blocking his view. He had just about come to terms with the fact he was defiantly going to be behind on his schedule for the day and groaned in annoyance as he realised that would mean an angry manager; especially this close to the season launch.

He was still struggling with the material in his arms when he felt two hands, presumably Rebecca’s, pick up the rolls from his arms and place them down on the counter. Kurt immediately hunched over and placed his hands on his knees. “God this day has been stress after stress after stress!” Kurt said through laughter, “I have no idea how I’ll make it with all those back to work. Thanks a bunch darling.”

“Darling?”

Wait. That wasn’t Rebecca’s voice. In fact that wasn’t a woman’s voice at all. Kurt cringed at his mistake.

“Good Lord… sorry! I thought you… were-“ Kurt froze mid speech as he looked up at the man in front of him. No not man… more like angel.

Kurt was aware of his mouth hanging open at the sight before him but couldn’t close it shut at all. This man was beautiful. Not just beautiful as in the models in magazines beautiful but beautiful as in sent from heaven to grace the earth beautiful. He was the type of beautiful that wherever he walked a golden light would follow… Kurt felt the need to bow down in front of the angel.

His head was decorated with dark, bouncing, curly locks of hair which fell down over his forehead, gently held in place with gel. His skin was lightly tanned and Kurt couldn’t see a flaw in the perfection. His defined muscles could be seen rippling through the tight, dark blue polo shirt and red jean Capri pants he was wearing. Kurt took his time to scan over the whole of the angels body noticing how the veins on his arms rose to the surface of his skin as the muscles tensed around them.

Kurt felt his own eyes widen as he noticed the angels eyes. They were beautiful, shining out at him like nothing he had ever seen before. Kurt was sure he could make out about 8 different colours in his eyes but settled for the term ‘swirling hazel glass orbs of beauty.’ They were complimented by dark triangular eyebrows which seemed to portray his emotions perfectly and luscious eyelashes that framed his eyes making them even more inviting. Kurt felt his gaze wander lazily down to the man’s lips. They were perfectly shaped and the lightest shade of rosy pink. Kurt licked his lips as he thought about how soft and touchable the man’s own lips looked… Maybe even kissable.

“Don’t worry about it. How far is your workplace from here? I don’t mind helping you carry these over?” The man said, bringing Kurt back into reality and away from his fantasies.

“Oh… You really don’t have to. It’s quite far…” Kurt stuttered, blushing and hoping the angel didn’t notice his gawping a second ago.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’ll help you carry them. The name’s Blaine… Anderson. Blaine Anderson.” Blaine held his hand out for Kurt to take. Kurt extended his own hand, smiling at how Blaine even had a perfect name.  He shook hands with the boy firmly, never breaking their intense eye contact.

“Kurt Hummel.”

The usual long and boring walk to Benson and Price was made so much more interesting in the company of Blaine Anderson. He seemed to notice all over the simple little things in life: how the birds flew in pairs up in the sky, how the sun reflected softly off the water in the canal beside them even the music of the street performers around was commented on.

Kurt laughed at Blaine’s comments (this time about a blossom tree) for what seemed like the 1 millionth time since they had left Madam Wilkins. Kurt knew he was extremely late to return to work and he was going to have to pay for it in late hours tonight… but he couldn’t really care. He actually made to walk a lot slower than he normally would.

“Hey… if you’re not in any hurry to get back… Can you spare a minute?” Blaine said slowly and his face lit up with a gigantic smile when Kurt nodded in reply, “Awesome! Ok there’s a candy store down here which has BRILLIANT flavoured Twizzlers!”

Kurt blinked at Blaine, who now had an almost childlike grin on his face. “Blaine…. Twizzlers… really?”

“Woah! A guy is never too old for Redvines you know!” Blaine said now raising his eyebrow at Kurt and using his hand free from clothing material to drag Kurt faster down the street.

Kurt didn’t say a thing until they reached the store; he was quite content with watching the silly expressions Blaine seemed to pull when he was excited.  How could Blaine be so sexy yet be this adorable at the same time? Kurt had only just met the guy and he was already relaxed enough to be dragged into a candy store with him.

“Hurry up and get your candy then.” Kurt said, laughing at Blaine jumping around for joy.

“Want anything?” Blaine said, unable to take his eyes of the treats in the small stores window.

Kurt shook his head to receive a shrug and a small smile from Blaine in return.

Blaine returned after a few minutes, a whole bag full to the brim with Redvines and Twizzlers packets. He had already opened his first packet and was sporting a Redvine in his mouth, looking about 5 years old. “Sorry… thought I’d stock up! I never come down here anymore!”

“It’s fine. Now come on we need to get going before my boss starts coming over here.” Kurt made to move but froze with wide eyes at Blaine’s next comment.

“Gosh… I mean its good candy here and everything but it’s really not orgasm worthy… coming might be a tad too far.” Blaine said laughing to himself and then looked at Kurt strangely when he realised he wasn’t laughing. “Oh god sorry… I’m not used to formal company.”

“I’m anything but formal. The suits only so the company looks good. But… yes, I guess you should work on boundaries of what to say to people you’ve only met 5 minutes ago.” Kurt said and picked up Blaine’s hand to pass him some of the fabric rolls. He cringed at how he had basically just held hands with this strange new man and scolded his sub-consciousness for thinking that was acceptable.

“Agreed! “ Blaine said shaking his head at his own words. “I can’t believe I just said that… Right! Lead the way Mr.Hummel!”

Kurt turned to thank Blaine as they arrived at his workplace but was interrupted by his name being screeched from inside the building.

“Mr. Hummel!! MR.  HUMMEL!! I’ve been looking for your everywhere! Oh... you got the fabric then…” Kurt’s assistant shouted as she burst through the front doors to the enormous building.

“Yes, yes… Take it all upstairs will you? And for god sake make sure everything is prepared for when I get up there this time please? We are on a tight schedule June…”

June nodded with a panicked look appearing on her face. She picked up the fabric in her arms, balancing them dangerously as she walked, and made her way back into the building swiftly. Kurt closed his eyes and took in a deep breath as she tripped over the rug inside before shouting “IM FINE!” at the top of her lungs.

Blaine was looking at Kurt with a confused expression when he turned back around. It took Kurt a while to figure out just what Blaine was looking so bewildered about.

“Don’t worry… I’m a nice enough guy normally I promise. It’s just I’m stressed at the moment and I seem to be giving her the full force of my attitude without meaning to! You haven’t really caught me at the best of times!”

Blaine leant on the wall behind him and placed his hands into his pockets, “Stressed?”

Kurt sighed and leant against the wall next to Blaine, “Yeah… Stressed! The launch for our new Season is looming and June’s been appointed the hard job of being my assistant. She’s been here two weeks now Blaine and she hasn’t managed to get one single thing done correctly for me so far. Needless to say I am very far behind on my work.”

“You’ll be fine Kurt. I’m sure of it… just calm down! I’ll see you around yeah?” Blaine said as he reached down and gave Kurt’s hand a quick squeeze. He winked before Kurt had the chance to answer and walked away leaving Kurt stood outside Benson and Price by himself.

Kurt went to reach for the door handle when he saw he was holding a piece of paper in his hand. He was sure there was something wrong in his head… how could Kurt not remember picking up a piece of paper to hold? Kurt unfolded the small but of paper and gasped at what he saw.

On the paper was a handwritten letter. It was simple: a phone number, Blaine’s name and then a kiss. So that was why Blaine was so sure he’d be seeing Kurt again…