Chapter 2

                As Kurt walked to the corner where he was to meet Rachel, the only thing on his mind was how stupid that idea had been.  Who even asked to help complete strangers? No one. Well except for Kurt apparently.

“Whoa, what’s wrong?” Rachel asked, noticing his strange expression when she saw him walking toward her. 

“Oh. Nothing, I just made a really weird mistake.”

“Interesting. Kurt Hummel making a mistake. Do tell.”

He rolled his eyes then told the short story.

“Why would you do that? Are you an idiot? That guy could be like a serial rapist or something! You live in New York, Kurt.  We aren’t in innocent little Lima anymore.”

“Oh, trust me, Rach, this guy did not sound like a serial rapist. You should have heard him! He was all ‘Oh, Santana! I love you, come back to me!’ It was kind of disgusting to be honest.”

“So why then?”

“I don’t know, really.  I guess part of it was that I couldn’t just sit back and watch someone throw away any chance they could possibly have at having sex again in their lives.”

Rachel laughed, “And there it is, it always comes back around to sex.”

“What doesn’t?” Kurt smiled, then said, “At least if I go through with it, I’ll be helping someone! That’s what you told me to do.”

“I’m not sure if that’s exactly what I meant. Anyways, come on I was thinking we could try to buy some tickets off one of those hobo guys for Wicked tonight.”

Kurt chuckled, “I’m going to assume you mean scalpers, and also I’m not even sure that happens for Broadway shows.”

“I think you’d be surprised.”

Kurt let Rachel drag him down the street toward Broadway.

Blaine woke up the next morning to his phone buzzing.  He had a major headache and he felt like he was going to throw up. No, no he was definitely going to throw up. So before checking his phone, that happened. 

When he got back he looked at his phone:

ONE NEW TEXT MESSAGE FROM STRANGER

Well that wasn’t sketchy or anything.  Then he vaguely remembered putting the weird number in his contacts.

Okay, so if you don’t remember don’t worry, I’m your wrong number from last night. I am going to help you out. I’m going to assume you live in NYC because of your area code. So meet me at the coffee shop in Time Square. 2.00 today.

Well okay then, Blaine thought.

He decided to verify the legitimacy of this by looking through his call history. Sure enough there was a ten minute conversation between him and this stranger.

Blaine replied:

Who is this?

Almost immediately he felt his phone buzz again.

Your guardian angel.

Blaine sat back down on his bed.  It was almost one o’clock right now.  What was the harm in going? Well he did live in New York and he didn’t have a clue who this person was.  Also what exactly did he/she want to help him with?  Although, Blaine thought, it’s not like I really have anything to live for right now anyways, so death at the hands of a weird murderer wouldn’t be so bad.

He typed out his next reply without giving it a second thought:

Okay, I’ll be there.

Kurt was sitting at his usual table in the coffee shop, trying to figure out how he would know who this guy was when he came in.  Maybe he could hold up a sign that said, “Looking for someone you don’t know? It’s probably me.”

Kurt was pretty proud of himself for thinking of the idea to set this meeting up only half an hour before his shift at the shop started. That way if it was awkward, all Kurt would have to do was claim work and leave.

He watched as people came and went looking for someone that looked nervous. 2:02. Not very punctual, Kurt thought.

Then he saw a man come in looking around like he had no clue what was going on. Kurt knew it had to have been him, Blaine.  He had dark hair gelled back.  His skin was an olivey tan color that blended nicely with the golden hazel of his eyes.  Blaine was wearing a striped sweater with a bowtie fastened at the neck.  Pants that were a little too short, despite the fact that he was not a tall guy as it was.

Kurt gave a little wave in his direction and Blaine looked over at him.

Blaine knew immediately that he had seen the guy before. He couldn’t put a finger on it, probably just a quick run-in. But he remembered those eyes.  He walked over to sit beside the other guy.

“Hi,” Blaine started.

The other guy just stuck out his hand, “Kurt Hummel.”

“Um, Blaine Anderson,” Blaine returned the gesture, shaking his hand briefly.

“Okay, Blaine Anderson, well to start off, I would like to go back to a few things you said last night-“

Blaine interrupted, “Wait. Okay, no, first explain to me what’s going on. And also, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get some coffee.”

Kurt stared in shock for a few seconds, people didn’t typically cut him off.  “Go ahead, then.”

Blaine stood up, then turned back to see if Kurt wanted anything, only to realize he already had a cup.

Kurt couldn’t help but realize the guy had serious potential as he walked to the counter. He was short, sure, but he was lean. Kurt could tell by the little flip in his gel-ridden hair, that it was naturally curly.  And probably, looked better that way.  Just overall, as much as he hated to admit it, a pretty attractive guy.

Blaine walked back over a few minutes later with a coffee cup in his hand and sat down.  Kurt could see the signs of a hangover in his eyes and the way he moved. 

Kurt started, again, “Okay, then. Now, we’re going to have to make this quick, I have work in about twenty minutes.”  He watched as Blaine gave him what seemed like an encouraging look, so he continued, “So I’m assuming you’ve figured out you called me last night, very drunk.  Very pitiful.  Asking for some girl named Santana,” Blaine’s face dropped when Kurt said the name.  He looked like a kicked puppy. “Saying you loved her, or rather me, and you just didn’t understand, blah blah blah.”

Blaine looked at him expectantly, “And…?”

“I want to…” Wow this doesn’t happen often. “help you. I guess. Yeah I want to help you, to get her back, or at least find someone else.”  Blaine’s eyes widened.

“But I don’t want anyone else.”

Yeah, okay, whatever you say. “Okay, I’ll help you get her back then.”

“And what reason do I have to think you’re any better than I am at this kind of stuff?”

Kurt tried to think of a polite way to explain that the other man was a wreck whereas Kurt had probably had three times as much sex in the last week than Blaine had in a year.  Instead, he had an idea as he spotted a slight girl sitting alone at a table across the shop with her laptop open.  He stood up with a quick “Excuse me” to Blaine.  He glanced at Blaine’s shocked look with amusement.

Kurt confidently strode to the girl sitting by herself.  He planned it out before he reached the table.  There was a purse barely hanging on her chair.  Her coffee cup was precarious.  Oh, and there it was, her foot was sticking out. 

Purposefully, Kurt stumbled very ungracefully over the young woman’s foot, catching himself at the last second.  She jumped up immediately.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry! I just, you know, I wasn’t paying attention, I have a big paper coming up and an exam and I’m just stressing out of my mind, I guess I just don’t know what I’m doing.”

Kurt, putting on an act, breathlessly said, “No, no you’re fine.  He jumped up, and stole a glance at the paper open on her laptop. “What kind of paper? Oh, fashion, I see. You know, my sister is a fashion major.  She’s actually taught me a lot if you would want me to show you sometime. I mean, I’m sure you know a fair, amount , but I could show you some short-cuts sometime.” He always made sure to throw in the part about his "sister", who didn't exist, it let them know he was interested in girls, but still had something in common.

She seemed to get excited by this. “Yeah! Yeah, I love it. It’s a lot of fun, most of the time.  I just couldn’t stand the idea of going into something boring like medical. But you know, it’s really stressful. That would be nice though.” She started to twirl her fingers in her hair. Check.

“Okay, cool. Maybe we could go out for coffee some- Wait wow, you have some of the most gorgeous eyes I have ever seen.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet. I’ve gotten that a lot actually,” she gushed.

“Well, I’m not surprised.”

“Yours aren’t too bad either though,” she was smiling brightly now.

He took her hand and the pen from his pocket. “Well, I have to go, I have a friend over there,” he tilted his head toward Blaine. “He’s having girl problems. But here’s my number.” He scribbled it on the back of her hand. “Call me sometime.” He gave her his patented grin and she practically swooned.

Check and Mate.

Blaine watched in disbelief as the pair exchanged numbers after just five short minutes.  How the hell did one do that?  Yeah, if the offer was still up, Blaine was going for it.

He watched as Kurt walked back over, eyeing him suspiciously. Was he just more attractive? He tried to see what it was. The height? Probably. The pale skin? The blue eyes? The golden brown hair? What about the pointed features? Everything? 

Kurt broke him from his revelry.  “So?” Before Blaine had a chance to reply, Kurt was turning toward the door to give the girl a small wave and a smile as she left.

“Well…I don’t know, what do you want anyways?”

“Just to help you.” But Blaine could tell that this guy wasn’t opposed to compensation. “Although, if you happened to have something to offer, it wouldn’t be frowned upon.”

Blaine wasn’t about to accept charity, he had to have some kind of upper hand, so he wracked his brain for an idea.  “Do you like Broadway?”

“Mmm.”

“I could get you tickets for shows for a month.”

This seemed to upset him.  “I’m giving you the opportunity to win back the ‘Love of Your Life’,” he made air quotes when he said that, “And the best thing you can offer me is Broadway tickets? I see Broadway all the time. I was on the way to a show when you had your drunken call last night.”

Blaine started now angry, “Well I’m sorry, but that’s all I have to offer, I work at the administrative Broadway offices, so that would be eas-“

“Wait. Wait. What did you say?”

“It would be easy to get tickets.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“No not that. You work at the Broadway offices?”

“Oh, yeah. My dad is like CEO of the company or whatever, so I got an automatic job.”

Kurt’s eyes lit up. “Get me an audition. For a lead role. And you will have that girl sighing in your arms in less than a month.”

“Wait, you act?”

“Oh, not only do I act, but I sing and dance. And trust me, I’m not half bad.”

“I can try.”

“Good. Well I have to go, but bring me an appointment for an audition to that sketchy bar on Main Street. Tomorrow 9 o’clock. It will be your first lesson.  Oh, and don’t wear that.” Kurt looked him up and down. “At least try and look like you’re not a virgin.”   Kurt stood up and left.  Only to walk around the back of the shop and walk in the back door. He grabbed an apron and watched the man stand up and leave.