You see, Blaine had a rule for himself that he made shortly after he had his heart broken after becoming famous. He found out the hard way that people often tried to use him for his fame. No one really cared about him. And if they did, they only liked the image that he was portrayed as in the media. No one really knew him.

Because of this, Blaine made it a rule to not date or be interested in his fans. Of course, he had complete love and admiration for his fans. Without them, he'd still be stuck in a glee club somewhere- not touring the country like he was currently doing.

But there was something different about Kurt. Blaine wasn't sure exactly what it was. Maybe it was the fact that Kurt was absolutely beautiful. Or that he wasn't as hyper-active as some of his fans tended to be when meeting him. And Kurt's dedication to Blaine, touring around the country with him, was really touching. No matter how hard Blaine tried, he couldn't seem to tear his thoughts away from Kurt for too long.

It didn't help that Kurt was at every show, and Blaine couldn't help but look for the boy in the crowd.

The next two shows, Kurt didn't stand as close to the front as he had in New York. He decided that since he would be at every show, he would allow other fans the opportunity to get a close look at the singer. I mean, Kurt had met Blaine, for god's sake. He was completely satisfied to just be there at the show, no matter where he stood.

But Kurt couldn't help but notice that no matter how far back he stood, Blaine always seemed to find him, usually about halfway through the show, and that Blaine's eyes kept glancing back to him every so often after he located him.

Kurt would always blush, grateful that Blaine couldn't see his red cheeks because of the dark lighting in the clubs, and then he would continue to bob his head to the music, enjoying the flawless voice of the famous singer, trying to convince himself that it was just a coincidence that Blaine always found him. He played in relatively small arenas, after all.

But after Blaine's fourth show, Kurt could not talk himself out of believing that Blaine was actively seeking him out in the crowd.

Blaine had made a decision. He had to see Kurt again, if anything so he could try to get the boy out of his head. Maybe he would be able to convince himself that Kurt wasn't as attractive as he remembered, or maybe Kurt would scream in his face and Blaine would be able to move on, writing the boy off as just another crazed fan.

So after the show, Blaine darted backstage and rushed outside to the front doors, where the fans would be exiting.

That was a seriously stupid idea.

Sure enough, he appeared at the front door shortly after fans began exiting the arena. And all hell broke loose. Fans were screaming and running up to Blaine, just trying to get close to him, or touch him, all chanting his name and jumping up and down in their excitement.

Blaine got lost in the crowd. In his rush to get to Kurt, he had forgotten to bring his security guard along. And now he was stuck in a mob of crazed fans, all wanting pictures and autographs. The only way Blaine could see himself getting out of this was just to consent to the fans' pleas, smiling for pictures and giving autographs, praying that no one would get hurt in all the excitement.

It was as Blaine was about to pose for another picture for someone who had pushed their way to him that he saw the familiar eyes that had stuck in his memory earlier that week.

It was him. Kurt. In the middle of the crowd, trying to see what all the chaos was about, staring right at Blaine, an expression of shock on his face.

Blaine mouthed "help me" at Kurt. Kurt understood and starting pushing his way through the crowd to get to him.

Blaine reached out and grabbed Kurt's hand, who was doing his best to lead the shorter man out of the crowd.

"Ok, people, that's enough. You've had him long enough. Make way! Make way!" Kurt cried out as he pushed and shoved his way through, making sure to keep a tight grip on Blaine, wearing an expression on his face that Blaine could only call his "bitch face".

Blaine couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. But at least he had found who he was looking for.

At this point, security had been alerted as to what was going on and rushed out to meet Kurt and Blaine, attempting to pull Blaine away from Kurt and get him back inside, away from the crowd, but Blaine refused to let go of Kurt's hand, saying,

"He's with me."

Security didn't question him and let a confused Kurt come along with them backstage. Once they were safely inside with the doors closed and locked, Blaine finally relaxed, laughing at the crazy situation he had gotten himself into, all for a boy he barely knew. What the hell was he doing? Kurt was wondering the same thing.

"What the hell was that? You could have gotten yourself killed! What were you thinking going out into a rabid crowd after your show? You've never done that before!" Kurt yelled out, scolding the singer.

Blaine just laughed even harder at this.

"You." He managed to squeak out between laughs.

"Me? What?" Kurt asked, more confused than ever.

Blaine had finally managed to calm down a little.

"I wanted to find you, Kurt. See you again. I was wondering if you would like to go out for coffee with me."

Kurt was speechless. He could barely believe that Blaine Anderson had even remembered his name since meeting him last week. Kurt was sure he must have met hundreds of people since then. And then to have risked his life just to ask him out for coffee. What the fuck was happening? Again, Kurt voiced this question out loud.

"What the fuck is going on? I am so confused. Why would you want to go out for coffee with me? You're Blaine fucking Anderson."

Blaine laughed again,

"And you're Kurt fucking Hummel. I'm intrigued by you. You seem like a really sincere person and I just want to get to know you more. I mean, it's the least I can do considering you'll be at all of my shows."

Kurt stood there for a minute, silent, contemplating what had just happened.

"Ummm... Ok? I guess. Yeah. Sure. Coffee. Let's go. Just... bring security with you this time. Please."

Blaine smiled and grabbed Kurt's hand, alerting security that they were ready to go. Blaine was taking Kurt, a fan, on a date.

Wow. What in the world was he thinking?