Blaine was a good model. A damn good model if he did say so himself, and he did. So when he did a show for the infamous Kurt Hummel he was a little surprised when he didn't get a ton of compliments form the man... Who looked as if he could be a model himself, actually. 

The show was long, and the flashes were bright. So when Blaine was ready to leave he just changed back into his jeans and t-shirt. He grabbed his messanger bag and hailed a cab back to his shitty little apartment in the worlds best city. New York. Blaine turned off his phone, took a long hot shower, and crawled into bed. He slept soundly for nine hours that night.

-

Kurt had been so busy right before the show. He'd been so distracted at the show by the clothes and, and all of the sexy models. There was one, with dark curly hair and beautiful hazel eyes with a goofy slightly lopsided grin. Kurt had wanted to talk to that one. But he didn't get the chance. He'd barely had the chance to have his assistant slip the man his number.

When the show was over, He grabbed his things. Thanking the assistand for helping him. He picked up his bags, getting into the car that drove him around from show to show. Kurt sighed, relieved, once he was finally back in his large apartment. He decided to look for his favorite scarf to hang it up before he went to bed, it was silk, and he didn't want it to wrinkle.

Kurt tore apart every bag in his apartment, His scarf was missing. 

"Well, Fuck."

-

When Blaine woke up, reaady to go for a jog. Tthen he noticed a tiny sliver of silver silk fabric sticking out of his bag. Opening it up and gasping, This was not his... bandana? He didn't even know what it was till he pulled the sweet smellig fabric from his bag. And a slip of paper fell from the... it was a scarf... He picked up the paper, That was Kurt's phone umber. He grinned. He called the number, holding his breath until he heard the other man answer. 

-

"Hi, Kurt? This is Blaine from the show last night."

"Blaine! Hello, Yes I remember you. How are you?"

"Hi, Hello... I'm um, fine. I'm calling because it seems that one of your.. pieces got put in my bag by accident. it's sort of a silver scarf thing."

"OH! you have it? I'm so glad. I was worried someone had stolen it, It's one of my favorite scarves,"

Blaine Chuckled softly. "Well I took good care of it last night, but I'm sure you're eager to get it back. We should arrange a time for me to deliver it to you."

"Yes, Um, I'm free right now if you are?"

"Right now... Yeah I'm free, um. Do'you know Rosie's diner? on the corner of Harlow and Franklin?" 

"I know where that is, I've never been... But I'd be glad to meet you there." 

"Okay. Meet me at Rosie's... I'll see you when you get there."

-

Blaine smiled at Angela, the pretty brunette waitress that would give him free refills and desserts when he came in during the week. 

"Good morning!" She chirped. 

Blaine's smile grew. "I already know I want just coffee and cherry pie." he told her softly, sitting at his normal booth in the corner. "And I'm meeting someone here... So when He arrives just point him the right way?" 

"Anything for you, Blainers." Angela said softly, a kind smile on her lips. "Is he someone special?" se asked softly as she set down his coffee. 

"No, he's a designer... I did a show last night, and one of his scarves got mixed in with my stuff." He smiled softly. "Maybe it was done on purpose, cause his number was with it."

Angela laughed. "oh, Blaine..." she walked away, laughing softly.

-

Kurt rusjed into the diner, looking around for the curly haired boy and smiling slightly when he saw him, rushing over. 

"Hello, Blaine." he sid softly, a little smile on his face as he pushed his bag onto the bench seat before he slid in. 

"Hey, Kurt." Blaine smiled brighty. "Would you like some coffee, or Pie?" he asked, always polite.

"No, Thak you though." Kurt smiled softly, shaking his head slightly. "Did you bring... I mean do you have my scarf?"

Blaine's smile fell slightly and he nodded, pulling it gently from his bag, handing the item over, keeping it folded as if it were precious. "Here it is!"

Kurt smiled, taking the scarf and nodding at Blaine. He gently placed the scarf on top of his bag. "I think... I'll take that coffee now."