Kurt walked into the foyer of the hospital and immediately untwisted his scarf from around his neck. He really hated that transition from autumn to winter and the hospital's inability to maintain temperature control during that time. Shrugging off his coat, the young doctor laid it over his arm as he made his way through the foyer.
"Oh Dr Hummel, can I see you for a moment?" Doris, one of the hospital receptionists called from her desk. A woman none of the doctors seemed to really like, they tolerated her and her screeching voice all the same. Kurt made his way over to the desk and flashed her his best charming smile hoping it eased whatever trouble he was no doubt in "In future Dr Hummel, could you please not have your personal mail sent to the hospital"
"Uhm, sorry?" he chuckled not really knowing what she was going on about until she handed him an envelope. Looking down at the address, it wasn't a handwriting he recognised. Shrugging it off, Kurt slipped the envelope into his pocket and headed up to the Resident's locker room.
"Whatcha got, Boo?" Mercedes asked as she popped her head into the locker room and saw her best friend toying with an envelope. Friends since high school, Kurt and Mercedes have spent little time since the 7th grade apart from one another. They both had interest in the medical field and while Mercedes finished her studies earlier than Kurt, she could never work in a hospital away from her best friend. Neither really wanted to move out of New York after they had worked so hard to get there from Lima, when two positions came up at New York Presbyterian, they jumped at the chance.
Kurt shuffled over on the bench so Mercedes could sit down. Once she was settled, he opened the envelope silently. The young doctor gasped as two tickets fell out "Oh my god"
"What are they?"
"They're backstage passes to Blaine Anderson's Madison Square Garden concert this weekend" he breathed and handed the tickets to Mercedes. Looking in the envelope again he found a note.
"What did you do to the kid to score these?"
Kurt didn't answer as he began reading the note.

Kurt,
I can't thank you enough for how you've helped Nate. He told me what you said to him and I am beyond grateful. I've spoken to his teacher and they've moved the boy into another class and hasn't bothered Nate since. My son is a different and much happier little boy now.
I didn't know how I could possibly thank you for what you've done and this is nowhere near enough but I figured you were a fan.
Blaine

"What does the letter say?" Mercedes asked after a moment of silence from her best friend. Folding up the letter, Kurt slipped into his pocket and simply gave Mercedes a smile. She understood immediately that he didn't want or need to share.
"Are you free to come to a concert this weekend?"
"Oh hell yeah and Boo? Don't be so sure this boy is straight..."
Kurt couldn't believe he had these tickets in his hand. A month ago Blaine Anderson was just a rock star he never had the chance to meet let alone talk to and interact with. Kurt was indeed a fan but when Blaine was in that hospital with Nate, he wasn't the knee weakening heartthrob he was on TV or stage. He was a father and a worried one at that. He had seen the rock star for who he really was and who he really was, was a loving young man who would give up all his fame for that little boy.
Kurt went about his day with a little extra skip in his step. He was so excited for this concert not only to hear Blaine's music but to see him again. There was no doubt he still had a crush on the singer but he didn't get his hopes up for a romance. Blaine Anderson was still famous and still way out of his league. Kurt was just ecstatic to see one of his favourite artists backstage at one of the best venues in the country.

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Blaine jumped up and down on the spot swinging his arms as he prepared for his set. The young artist loved playing massive one off sold out shows like these. It always gave him a burst of energy to write new music whether he used it for the new album or kept it for his own repertoire. It was just what he needed as he started the new album.
Listening to the supporting act for his shows pumped Blaine up as well. Not so long ago he had been that supporting act and so now he tried to help those artists who play before him in the hope they gain as much success one day. For this show a young man by the name of Sebastian Smythe was Blaine's opening act. An international performer now living in Paris, the young man had grown up not far from Blaine in Ohio. He was gay, obnoxious and had hit on Blaine more times than he could count. He was outspoken and now that he had broken into the US Charts, he was abusing every advantage that came his way.
"Well aren't you just a fine piece of..." Sebastian Smythe began with his trademark smirk until Blaine quickly cut him off.
"Please don't finish that sentence" Blaine chuckled as he turned toward the young singer "You were very good out there tonight, I think you've got a following happening"
"Oh I know, I had them eating out of the palm of my hand"
Blaine did his best to hold back his laugh at the brashness of the man. These were the kinds of artists Blaine worried about. He worried that fame would hurt more than it would help. He couldn't imagine what Sebastian would be like if he achieved greater success.
"It won't be long and I'll have your position on the set list" he chuckled and sauntered over to Blaine who only stepped further away. As if sent from the heavens, Kurt and Mercedes appeared around the corner and Blaine found his escape.
"Like I said Sebastian, you were great but you'll have to excuse me" Blaine smiled and slipped away from the cocky young man as fast as he could. "Kurt, hi" he chuckled as he made his way over to the pair "I'm glad you came"
"That's my line!" Sebastian shouted with a laugh. The young artist was known for his acapella cover of 'Glad You Came' by The Wanted.
"Ignore him" Blaine chuckled "It's good to see you again, Kurt"
"It's good to see you too, thank you for these tickets. You shouldn't have..." Kurt insisted still in disbelief at Blaine's kind gift.
"It should have been more" Blaine smiled and wanted to continue but he was being called to stage "I'll be back" he laughed
"Break a leg" Kurt smiled before Blaine jogged toward the stage picking up his guitar. The sound of screaming fans was deafening but Blaine walked out on that stage like it was nothing. Greeting the audience, he jumped straight into his first song and had the whole crowd mesmerised in seconds.

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"Oh Boo, you're in love" Mercedes laughed as she watched her best friend stare at the man on the stage. The young doctor had been glued to the side of stage since the moment Blaine stepped out there. Kurt had been singing along and was just completely hypnotised by the rock star.
"I'm just enjoying the show" Kurt insisted and nudged Mercedes' shoulder gently. Just as they turned back to watch the show, Blaine was shaking his backside to his cover of Katy Perry's 'Last Friday Night'
"I'm sure you are..."
"Shut up" he laughed even though he was definitely enjoying that show. How could he not?
The atmosphere the fan created throughout the show was intoxicating. Kurt could see why Blaine loved performing so much. To have so many people sing along to all your songs, chant your name and all but worship the ground you walked on seemed pretty amazing.

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Blaine ran off stage still high from his second encore. He couldn't have asked for a greater audience that night. It was nights and audiences like this that made him realise just how amazing his job was. Still running on pure adrenalin, Blaine went around thanking and congratulating everyone who made this show possible.
"You were amazing out there" Kurt smiled when the crowd around Blaine died down and he could see the sweat soaked rock star. His curls had broken free from their trademark gelled back confinement and hung loosely around his face.
"Thanks" Blaine chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He was so glad Kurt had stayed til the end of the show. Catching sight of him during the show dancing side stage just wasn't enough for him.
"Don't let me keep you; I'm sure you've got an after party being held in your honour"
"There might be but I'm not going"
"You've got to get back to Nate? How is he doing?"
Blaine laughed softly "He's doing really well but he's hanging out with my brother and his family tonight. My nephew is around Nate's age and they get along so well. It'd be mean to break apart their couch forts and junk food overloads" he smiled "This might be too forward but do you have plans like right now? It's a rare kid-free night for me and I have no desire to drink the night away with the likes of Sebastian Smythe"
"Uh, yeah" Kurt smiled then quickly realised that Mercedes was with him "Uhm, Mercedes" he began and turned to look for the woman only to find her in deep conversation with one of the tech guys. By deep conversation it meant a heavy make out session against an amp. "Seems a little busy. Uh give me a minute?"
"I've gotta change so how about I meet you by the stage door in ten?"
"Sounds good"
As Blaine headed back to the Green Room, Kurt pulled Mercedes from her new beau for a moment. Letting her know what was happening and quickly shushing her squeals, he made sure she had enough cash to get a cab home. He let her resume her tongue tying exercises before making his way down to the stage door. Blaine was a little longer than expected but when he emerged with damp curls like he'd just showered, Kurt overlooked the time.
"Uh getting to the car might be difficult" Blaine chuckled running his hands through his curls gently "There's going to be a lot of people out there and it usually takes me about 10 minutes to walk 15 feet"
"Yeah they've been chanting your name..."
Blaine smiled awkwardly "This is a bit awkward but there is a car out there waiting. Head for it and I'll meet you there?"
Kurt nodded and smiled at Blaine's childlike shuffling of his feet. This was one of the reasons why Blaine had rarely dated since he got his recording contract. Once the paparazzi became interested in his life, it became harder to have a normal relationship. He got sick of having to organise secret get togethers and hiding from the media. The hassling photographers drove away the last boyfriend and Blaine had all but given up on a boyfriend fearing the same would happen again. Even if he was just becoming friends with Kurt, he hoped the crazy fans and annoying paps wouldn't push him away.