Kurt Hummel breathed deeply, trying to calm his raging heartbeat. It had been lucky to win tickets to Blaine Anderson's sold out show but it was damn near miraculous that he had somehow managed to win the VIP pass to actually meet him. He had been a fan of Blaine Anderson ever since he heard his first song on the radio when Kurt was in high school, and since he always wanted to see one of his shows. Kurt already sat through one of the most amazing concerts of his life and now he was about to meet Blaine in person. Two double doors were at the end of the room where the VIP people were told to wait and Kurt stared at them. Any minute now and he would meet his favorite celebrity at last.

All too soon the doors opened and Kurt gasped, seeing Blaine Anderson for up close for the first time not including the concert. Blaine was shorter than Kurt, but his charisma was larger than life. His hair was slicked back in his normal style and he wore a more casual outfit than he had worn onstage. He walked in the room with an Asian man, who was preoccupied talking to someone on his looked at them all and smiled and Kurt was amazed to realize just how much more attractive he was up close and in person.

"Hello," I'm Blaine," he said once Kurt had finally gotten up to him.

The rock star smiled at him in a friendly manner and Kurt practically felt his heart fall out of his chest and beat rapidly at the same time. "K-kurt," he managed to say in reply.

"Well it is really nice to meet you Kurt," Blaine smiled, looking at him curiously. "Did you enjoy the show?"

"It was great," Kurt managed to somehow speak to Blaine at last. "I was very impressed."

"Oh really? Do you have any favorites?" Blaine wondered .

"Just about all of them," Kurt admitted, knowing that he was revealing just how big of a fanboy he really was.

"Well thank you," Blaine smiled. "So have you been to one of my concerts before?"

Kurt shook his head. "No I've always wanted to go to one," he said blushing. "But I only managed to go because I won a radio contest. Poor college students like me can't afford much."

"I understand," Blaine chuckled. "So you go to college? Where at?"

For a moment it seemed pretty strange that this famous singer had any interest in Kurt's life, but then he was probably just being polite. And Kurt was comfortable enough now that he didn't hesitate to respond. "Oh I'm a student at New York Academy of Dramatic Arts," he said.

"NYADA, that's impressive," Blaine said, impressed. "I auditioned but they didn't want me."

Kurt gasped. "No way, how could they not want you?"

"I don't think I was quite what they were looking for," Blaine said chuckling. "But it all worked out for the best. What are you majoring in?"

"In musical theater," Kurt replied, smiling.

"So you want to light up Broadway then," Blaine said.

"Yes, that would be a dream come true," Kurt admitted. "But it is a long way from reality. I'm not exactly what they are looking for."

"I don't buy that at all. You must be really talented to get in a place like NYADA," Blaine said, smiling.

"Getting in the school will be easy compared to getting on Broadway," Kurt laughed.

"Just be patient, the right role will come to you when it is time, I'm sure of it," Blaine said confidently.

It was at this point that both Kurt and Blaine noticed that the other fans were getting impatient for their chance to talk to the rock star. Once Kurt got over his initial surprise he found it extremely easy to talk to Blaine, as if they had known each other all along. Some of the girls were whispering to each other and giving him dirty looks. He turned back to Blaine who waved off the Asian man who was trying to tell him something, and turned back to Kurt, smiling.

"Do you have something you want me to sign?" Blaine asked him.

"Yes," Kurt said handing over the poster that he'd completely forgotten about until that minute.

Blaine took the poster and he wrote on it quickly and passed it back to him and smiled. "It was really nice meeting you, Kurt," he said kindly.

"You too," Kurt breathed and stepped away to let a squealing blonde girl step in his place to talk to Blaine. He was shown the way out and he walked in a daze as he left the venue, caught a cab and trudged inside the apartment he shared with his friend Rachel. He was completely in awe from the incredible performance and meeting one of his favorite celebrities.

He walked into his bedroom and collapsed on his bed before he noticed that he was still holding the autographed picture. He pulled it up to his face to study it closer. Written across the bottom of the picture in black marker was Blaine's distinctive autograph but then there was something else written there too. He held it closer and gasped when he studied the sequence of digits written there.

Blaine Anderson gave him a phone number.

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"Blaine, I really don't know what you were thinking. You had lots of other fans to talk to, what was so special about that one?"

Blaine rolled his eyes. His manager Wes was fantastic at his job, but he was also his best friend from back when they were in high school together. And so Wes was far nosier and much more demanding than an employee should be. The truth was that Blaine didn't really have an explanation for Wes, he didn't know what it was about Kurt that made him so interesting and approachable. He never had an encounter with a fan that was exactly like that and it had taken him by surprise.

Giving his phone number to Kurt was a rash decision that he almost regretted the second he did it. He knew it wasn't wise to give his personal number to someone who was almost a stranger, and even worse to someone who was a fan. But Blaine did it without hesitation and now it was a waiting game to see if he had made a good decision or not.

Wes was still ranting at him and it was starting to give Blaine a headache so when he finally stopped to catch his breath, he spoke.

"I gave him my phone number," Blaine said quickly, wincing as his throat hurt to talk especially after performing.

Well that shut Wes up, at least for a minute until he had a chance to process Blaine's words. "You gave a fan you phone number?! Are you insane?"

"I know what you are going to say but it's done, there is nothing I can do about it now," Blaine protested.

"We need to change your number immediately. Why on earth possessed you to give a FAN your phone number?" Wes demanded angrily.

"I don't know," Blaine said, not really having a good explanation. "I-"

"Oh no this is not happening. Don't tell me you have a crush!" Wes said, exasperated.

"No I don't, I," Blaine, hesitated, not knowing how to express himself.

"All I can say is that if you end up having the whole country calling you then I will be here saying I told you so," Wes said sternly. "And it isn't wise for you to get involved with anyone, especially a fan."

"You've expressed your concern Wes, and now I would like to get some sleep," Blaine said, his throat hurting even more.

Wes sighed. "Fine, I hope for your sake this doesn't blow up in your face."

Blaine nodded and turned to leave the venue. On the whole ride back to his penthouse apartment in Manhattan he couldn't stop thinking of Kurt. Despite what Wes was thinking, he didn't give his phone number to Kurt because he was interested in a relationship of any kind. No, he wasn't very good at actual relationships anyway and he really didn't want to get his heart broken again. Still, Kurt was fun to talk to and Blaine felt relaxed with him in the way that he hadn't with anyone else in a very long time. If nothing else, he hoped he would have a new friend to help fend off the loneliness he felt every day. When he fell asleep that night, alone in his huge bed, he couldn't stop replaying their conversation in his head and he wondered if Kurt would ever call him.

The following morning, all Blaine could think about was Kurt and he was starting to regret that he had even given out his phone number. But for all he knew Kurt was alarmed by the number, hadn't seen it, or thought it was some sort of joke. After all it wasn't like famous singers gave out their personal phone numbers to fans every day. He was distracted as he went to work, practicing with his band for another concert in a few days.

It hadn't been that long ago when Blaine was an up and coming singer playing gigs around bars and clubs around the city and barely having enough to pay his rent. It was a stroke of luck that he ended up playing a gig where one of the biggest talent scouts in the country happened to be in the audience. And the rest was history. It wasn't long before he was signed to a record label and was playing to sold out shows across the country.

Fame was wonderful in so many ways. It was nice to have the money, the ability to do what he wanted, but for Blaine it was shallow and lonely. Money didn't mean too much to him when he didn't have anyone to share it with. When he was talking to Kurt, for a moment he didn't feel famous, he felt like a regular guy having a nice conversation with a new acquaintance. And the truth was that Blaine really hoped Kurt would call.

By the end of the day Blaine was starting to believe that Kurt wouldn't call him at all. He felt tempted to change his phone number just to be on the safe side but he resisted. That evening Kurt never called and Blaine felt himself giving up and self doubt was beginning to creep in. Just because he was famous didn't mean that all his fans wanted to talk to him.

And then it happened, completely dragging him from his melancholy thoughts. His phone rang with an unknown number.