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Blaine gracefully picked up the bottle of vodka and swirled it in his hand. He mix it up with some orange juice and finished it off with whipped cream on the top. His personal favorite a customer told him about. He pushed the shot to the girl with the long brown curls and make up piled on her face. "$2.25" He shouts over the music that is filling the bar tonight.

The girl drunkenly pulled a five dollar bill out and winked at Blaine. "Keep the change!" She winks at him and quickly shoots the shot. Her friends are waiting for her to come back to one of the small tables. As she returns the girls squeal and burst into laughter. Blaine never could understand why girls needed their whole "posse" to go flirt with guys at a bar. Girls never listened to what each other say. They just go for the hottest guy they think they can land. Blaine had seen it over and over again. Almost every saturday to be precise. Blaine almost never got tips from guys, like he sometimes wanted. But when he did it was always a nice ego boost!

The night progressively became one of the biggest nights for tips. Okay, some light eyeliner wins the girls over, duely noted. He smiled as he walked out the bar waving goodbye to everyone. Blaine pulled his coat closer together. With the winter season was just approaching, Blaine knew he needed to get winter clothes. He really wanted to just save all his money just in case of an emergency, because hell, health insurance is expensive for runaways. Yes, he could work the system and bleed them dry of all their money, but his parents raised him better. I'm going to make an honest living, doing anything I can to get what I need. That was Blaine's motto ever since he arrived in New York.

Blaine opened the door to the lobby of the apartment building. The room was poorly lighted and needed a lot of TLC to be presentable to anyone. The wallpaper was torn off some of the walls. Straight ahead was the front counter, which no one was at half the time. You could hear the T.V coming from the back(Where the Landlord was probably at). By the elevator (that wasn't working) was a couch and a coffee table. The table had a vase of dead flowers, that has been sitting there for about two and half months. Blaine went straight to the staircase next to the front counter.

His apartment was on the third floor. The apartment building was five floors high, full of residents. Blaine as pretty sure half of them were either drug dealers/strippers/foreign families/or prostitutes. Blaine reached his apartment door and searched for his keys. After checking every pocket twice and having a small panic attack, he felt stupid as he retrieved his keys from his bag that hung from his shoulder.

Blaine looked at his keys. There was four, one for the door, one for the dead bolt and the other two where keys for the bar. He thought about when he first came to New York. How hard it was to adjust to being completely alone. Yes, he was alone emotionally before, but he always had people around him. For the first week he lived at homeless shelters until he found this apartment. Compared to the shelter, this was a condo. Blaine was lucky to find a job two days after getting his place.

The sound of keys hitting the hard hallway floor snapped Blaine out of his thoughts. Blaine looked down the hall to see the most beautiful man he has ever seen. The man sighed loudly and bent over to grab his keys. As he came back up the man glanced up at Blaine. The man had crystal blue eyes, his complexion was just like a porcelain doll, and his chestnut brown hair was styled almost perfectly. One strand fell down, which made it seem like he had a long day. The man was wearing what looked like a work uniform. His shirt was tight fit and showed off his medium build. Ok, you are staring. Blaine smiled awkwardly at him and shoved his keys into the keyhole. Before Blaine walked through the threshold he glanced back one more time to see the man staring back. Blaine just rushed in and shut the door. Was he just staring at me? Well, I admit I was taking a pretty long look myself but- He shook off his thought about the mysterious man two doors down.

He turned to look at his mostly empty place. His apartment was a one-bedroom,one-bath type-of-deal. The bedroom was off to the side of the living room, the bedroom door was broken off when he moved in, so no door there. Which isn't that big of a deal since it was just him here all the time. If he ever had guest he could get a curtain to place over the doorway. The living room was pretty much empty. He had a T.V. that Blaine only watched movies on. A-piece-of-shit-couch placed about foot in front of the T.V. No matter how ugly the thing looked, it was shit comfortable. There was a small coffee table in between the T.V. and couch. Directly behind the couch was the island for the Kitchen. The kitchen was probably the only presentable thing in the whole apartment, even if it was mostly empty.

Blaine slipped off his bag and placed it on the kitchen island. He let out a deep sigh as he plopped onto the couch. Who was that man? Blaine has seen that man once before. It was about a month ago, Blaine had just reached the top two steps when he saw him shoving his key into the lock. He looked distressed, almost frantic to get in. When he finally opened the door the man quickly entered and slammed the door. Ever since then, Blaine could never come home soon enough to see him. Blaine was kinda happy to see him, even though Blaine stared at him as if he was never going to see the man again.

So after about 20min Blaine decided that was enough thinking about a guy he doesn't even know. He put a random movie in and crashed on the couch. Tomorrow was his day off so he didn't bother setting an alarm.

Blaine woke up to the sunlight in his eyes. Blaine groaned as he shoved his face into the cushion. After a while of just lying there he decided to get up. He might as well do something today. Blaine picked up his phone to check the time. 12:30 pm. The mail should be here. He grabbed his keys off the counter and headed out the door. When he reached the mail slots on the second floor he went straight to his mailbox. As he opened and got his mail out he glanced over to the mailbox two over from his. The mysterious man's mailbox. I wonder when he checks his mail. I wonder when he gets up- Really, this early into your day and you are-.

Blaine just shut his box and started for the stairs. Blaine was pretty good at clearing his mind of thoughts. The one thing that always help was running. He picked up the pace as he went up the stairs. He was skipping one step at first, then two, but before he could try to do three he was faceful of shirt.

"Wow, watch out!"

"Oh, sorry. I was ju-" Blaine looked up to see the beautiful man from two doors down. "I was..uh..I-"

He laughed and patted my shoulder. "It's ok, just slow down a bit. My name is Kurt, I think you live on the same floor as me."

"Yeah, I think I have seen you..a couple of times. My name is Blaine." Kurt extended his hand out to Blaine. He hesitated at first as if Kurt was going to hurt him.

Blaine kinda got lost in Kurt's beauty. He was taking every second he had in front of him to memorize his features. His eyes deep blue. His chestnut brown hair that was styled almost perfectly, better than the last time he had saw Kurt. Kurt was wearing a deep v-neck t-shirt that showed off his prominent collar bone. His porcelain skin was a milky white and almost looked fake and Kurt's jaw bone was something to die for .

"Well, I got to go to work. I will see you around?"

"Huh?..Oh yeah. I will see ya." Kurt smiled as he walked around Blaine. Blaine just watched him as he went. Kurt looked back up at Blaine one more time and right at the very last second, Blaine saw another sweet smile appear on his face. Then he was gone. Blaine stood there in shock for a few seconds. Did that just happen? I looked like a complete idiot. He sighed and continued up the stairs.

The rest of the day went as a normal. Blaine looked at all his mail, ate, and sat in front of his laptop he had bought with his second check. He would steal the Wifi from somewhere on his floor. Blaine mostly used it for music and learning how to play a certain song. Blaine recently learned how to play "Teenage Dream" by Katy Perry on his guitar. He thought it sound really nice, almost like a love poem when played acoustically.

Blaine's phone started to ring at 5:30. He looked down at the number, it was his boss. "Yeah Stacey?"

"I need you down here now!" Stacey was practically yelling in the phone. He could hear the chanting people and loud music.

Christ. Do people have lives? "Okay, be there in 15 minutes." Blaine hung up the phone. He started to race around the apartment to grab all that he needed. He quickly locked his door and raced down the stairs and out the door of the lobby.

When Blaine reached the bar the lot was full of cars. The inside was twice as bad. People cramped he and there, all of them drunk. Well, except some, the drivers of some of those cars. Blaine had to push a few people to get to the bar. Stacey threw a bottle of gin to him. "Work your magic." Blaine looked at the people, half of them yelling at him. Great. He started from one side to the other. Taking and retrieving orders, man he was sweating a bit. He was scoring some major tips though, one from a VERY cute guy. Which became a sad moment when his girlfriend came around the corner.

Two hours past and it was nearing eight o'clock when Blaine was finally let off. He waved goodbye and started the long trek home. It wasn't too cold outside yet so he walked slow taking in the city. Blaine saw a 24 hour coffee shop acrossed the street. The big sign that said "FREE WIFI" sold Blaine and instantly started to run acrossed the street to the shop.

The big sign on the building read Culture Espresso Bar, which Blaine thought was quite an interesting name for a coffee shop. He walked in and took a look around. There was about a dozen tables in various sizes around the big area. The counter to order was in the back of the space and it had all different kinds of food presented. Blaine walked over to the counter and looked at the menu. A coffee sounds nice.

"What can I get you?"

Blaine still looking at the menu replied "Medium Dri-" Blaine looked down at the employee and saw someone he wasn't expecting. "Kurt?"