He simply wandered for a moment, enjoying the sounds and sites around him. It was nice to hear the bustle of the city, he thought. Everyone here was much more concerned with the dealings of celebrities than in the functions of the people they knew personally, which was a pleasant change from what he was used to, especially in a high school. As Blaine walked he nodded and smiled at the people who recognized him, and some began to follow him, knowing he’d eventually choose a place and start playing. He didn’t notice them much; his mind was fixated more on the park itself than the people in it.

He eventually stopped, far from the heart of the park, but still a good distance away from the edges, opening the guitar case and carefully pulling the guitar out before laying the case open at his feet. He strummed it a couple times, before he bent his head down to tune it with a learned ear. He blocked out the sounds of the people walking by and of their conversations, taking his time to focus entirely on the instrument.

Blaine looked up and felt his eyes widen in surprise. There were more people gathered around him than there usually were. “Oh wow hey! What’s going on?” he called out as his eyes flitted over the crowd, seeing who he recognized and who was new. He spotted David standing near the back, to an unrecognizable man with perfectly coiffed hair. His fingers began plucking out a soft senseless tune, just to help fill the silence. The people around replied with the customary, “fines,” and, “greats,” and he smiled appreciatively. “So… what do you all feel like hearing today?” he asked, quietly smirking. The crowd reacted enthusiastically, volume of their responses rising as they voiced their requests.

Blaine considered the diverse options, nodding every now and then. He heard David call out “Katy Perry!” and he turned his attention to glare at his friend as a few people laughed. It was then he got an eyeful of the man next to David, as they had both turned to watch the performance better.

He was handsome, but in a different way from most men. He had more delicate features, with perfectly styled brown hair and cool blue eyes. He wore clothes that screamed designer, and looked a little more than familiar now. Blaine wondered where he had previously seen him, deciding that one of his fashion magazines was the most probable.

He watched as David and the man shook hands, presumably introducing himself, when he heard someone suggest a rather popular song from a few years ago. The tune he was playing changed as he said, “Train! That sounds like a good place to start.” He strummed the first few opening bars of “Hey Soul Sister” before starting to sing, keeping an eye on the man in his peripheral vision, watching for his reaction.

The man’s eyes seemed to widen considerably in what Blaine hoped was a good shock. He didn’t have much time to think about it as he turned to join in with the little girls who were dancing. He glanced over his shoulder to wink at the blue-eyed man, but wasn’t able to watch for his reaction, much to Blaine’s disappointment. He continued playing though, grinning at the crowd and sneaking a glance in the mystery man’s direction every now and then. He went straight into “No One” by Alicia Keys when “Hey Soul Sister” was finished, knowing from high school that the tune didn’t differentiate much between the two songs. David and the man continued to talk during the performance, small chuckles and nods of appreciation coming from both men. The other man glanced at Blaine at one point, scrutinizing him as though he was trying to remember him from somewhere.

Blaine returned to lean against the railing behind the guitar case, and one of the little girls from before skipped forward to drop a few bills into the case. He gave a little nod and winked in her direction, making the small girl giggle before running back to her parents. More people began walking up with money in their hands, and he gave a small grin in appreciation to each patron. He felt bad playing for cash, but money was rough during the summer when he didn’t work, and with school starting up again, it didn’t hurt to have a little extra every now and then.

He caught sight of the man next to David opening the flap to his expensive- looking messenger bag, taking out a wallet and pulling out a bill. Blaine knew that this was his opportunity to talk to the man if there ever was one; David caught his eye and made a “go-for-it” type of gesture with his hands. Blaine rolled his eyes a little but nodded a little in response as the man bent to drop the bill into the case. As the man rose he grinned at Blaine, who smiled in return, watching as a lovely shade of pink rose to the other man’s cheeks. Clutching the strap of his messenger bag, the man turned to walk away, and Blaine called out to him, his heart slightly picking up pace in his chest.

“Wait.”

The man froze, glancing over his shoulder to Blaine, turning back more fully. The crowd quieted a little, looking on. Blaine noted David’s small smirk in the background before repeating his statement.

“Wait.” He took a deep breath; steeling his nerves before asking, “Join me?” He looked earnestly into the man’s clear blue eyes, hoping to look just a little pleading. It apparently worked; the man hesitated, but eventually nodded, murmuring a soft, “Okay,” in a pitch far higher than most men’s. Blaine smiled as the man walked back, heart fluttering as the man returned it.

Conversation among the crowd rose again after a small silence. The guitar emitted the familiar nonsensical tune from earlier as Blaine mentally flipped through song choices in his head. He smiled when he decided on one, leaning in to ask the other man about it.

“Listen,” he said, “do you know the song ‘All About Us’ by He is We? They’re not a very famous band, so I get if you aren’t familiar-“ He was saved from rambling when the other man nodded. “Yeah, yeah I know the song,” he said softly in that uniquely high voice, licking his lips.

“Great!” Blaine exclaimed. “So, just give me a couple minutes.” His finger imitated the chords and strumming pattern for the song, and he stared up into the distance as he remembered the lyrics. In his peripheral vision he saw the other man pull out a phone and flick through, probably looking up the lyrics as well.

Blaine leaned over and asked, “So, are you ready?” The man jumped a little, startled. He glanced at his phone again, pocketing it as he nodded. Blaine grinned at him and began strumming, watching as the man loosened a little and began tapping his side to the beat. He took a deep breath and started singing in a beautifully high and clear voice.

Take my hand, I’ll teach you to dance.
I’ll spin you around, won’t let you fall down.
Would you let me lead, you can step on my feet
Give it a try, it’ll be alright

The room’s hush, hush,
And now’s our moment.
Take it in, feel it all, and hold it.
Eyes on you, eyes on me
We’re doing this right

Their two voices met in the pre-chorus, harmonizing perfectly. Blaine was amazed at the man’s lovely voice and how well it complimented his own. It’s like they were made for each other, he thought, half in a daze. The man had begun walking in time to the music in the small area the crowd had formed, and Blaine followed him. The crowd had fallen silent, much like the lyrics described. Blaine and the man’s eyes stayed on each other, focusing only on the song and each other. They sang through the chorus together.

Cause lovers dance when they’re feeling in love.
Spotlight shining, it’s all about us.
It’s oh, oh, oh, oh, all about uh, uh, uh, uh, us.
And every heart in the room will melt,
This is a feeling I’ve never felt but,
It’s oh, oh, all about us.

They continued dancing around each other and Blaine was so caught up in the mood he nearly missed his cue. He started singing the next verse.

Suddenly, I’m feeling brave.
Don’t know what’s got into me,
Why I feel this way.
Can we dance, real slow?
Can I hold you, real close?

The two of them began singing through the pre-chorus and refrain again, and in out of the corner of his eye Blaine saw the little girls from earlier dancing, closer to the edges to stay out of the way. Their voices overlapped in the bridge, meeting together again in the chorus, and singing till the end.

Do you hear that love?
They’re playing our song.
Do you think we’re ready?
Oh I’m really feeling it.
Do you hear that love?
Do you hear that love?

Do you hear that love?
They’re playing our song.
Do you think we’re ready yet?
Love I’m really feeling it.
Do you hear that love?
Do you hear that love?

Do you hear that love?
They’re playing our song.
Do you think we’re ready yet?
Love I’m really feeling it.
Do you hear that love?
Do you hear that love?

Lovers dance when they’re feeling in love.
Spotlight shining, it’s all about us.
It’s all, all, all, all.
Every heart in the room will melt,
This is a feeling I’ve never felt, but
It’s all, all about us.

Cause lovers dance when they’re feeling in love.
Spotlight shining, it’s all about us.
It’s oh, oh, oh, oh, all about uh, uh, uh, uh, us.
(hey-ey hey)
And every heart in the room will melt,
This is a feeling I’ve never felt but,
It’s oh, oh, all,
It’s all about us.

The crowd was silent at the end of the song, half afraid of breaking the mood. Eventually someone began clapping, and people approached the guitar case to drop more bills in again. Blaine looked away quickly, clapping along with the rest of the crowd. Dimly he heard what sounded like David cheering, but he couldn’t hear much over his heartbeat in his ears. The man walked back slowly, and Blaine saw David clap him on the back.

Blaine shook his head harshly, trying to clear his mind. He forced his hands to continue playing, performing heavily distracted. The crowd didn’t seem to notice, laughing and clapping after each song as usual. They also didn’t notice how many of Blaine’s songs took a turn for the sappily romantic, such as “1,2,3,4” and “Bubbly.” He didn’t call for any more volunteers, unable to focus long enough on any of the others in the crowd aside from the man.

The sun at last set, and it eventually began getting dark. The lampposts at different areas of the park flickered to life and Blaine said thank you to the crowd, watching as they walked away to their nightly activities. He knelt at the guitar case and began gathering the bills. He heard David and the man talking, probably exchanging phone numbers. Footsteps began quickly approaching and Blaine looked up to see David walking over, dragging the man by the shoulder behind him.

“Blaine!” David exclaimed, letting go of the man and walking the last few steps forward alone. Blaine grinned at his friend, straightening up to give him a hug. “David, man,” he said, “I knew I saw you today. How have you been?” He crouched beside the case again, listening to David as he answered, and doing his best to ignore how the man was standing just to the side of them.

“Busy, as always. Demanding too.” It sounded as if David was grimacing. “But what else can you expect from the law offices. You still have time for singing, I see?”

“It’s nice to get away from the high school every now and then,” Blaine answered nodding. “I don’t remember having that much drama at Dalton.” He shook his head, remembering some of the antics of his students.

“We were blessed at Dalton. And sheltered,” David said with a laugh. Blaine joined in, watching as the boots the stranger was wearing slowly began inching away, probably hoping for a quick getaway.

David reached behind himself and pulled the man closer. “Speaking of high school,” he said with a smirk, tugging the man forward again, “this is my new friend, Kurt Hummel. Kurt, this is my old friend Blaine.”

Kurt blushed a little; looking down as he extended his hand to Blaine with a low, “Pleasure to meet you. Thank you for inviting me to sing with you.”

Blaine stared at the hand, almost forgetting what he was supposed to do before taking it. “Thank you for joining me. You have a beautiful voice.” He smiled what he hoped was a charming smile, looking at Kurt’s eyes. The man muttered a small thank you, blushing deeper. They held hands for a moment longer before dropping.

David looked exceptionally pleased with himself, patting Blaine on the back. He spoke hastily, “Well, man, it was really nice seeing you. We should get coffee soon; it’s been a while.” He glanced at Kurt, nodding in his direction. “Kurt, it was great meeting you. We should grab lunch sometime or something. Well, I’ve got to run; lots of paperwork to do.” He leaned towards Blaine, whispering, “Wes and I will never forgive you if you miss this. We still remember the six months of Beatles music.” Blaine reddened furiously at the memory, and David smirked before leaving.

Blaine and Kurt both watched David as he walked away, before Kurt said dryly, “Nice guy.” Blaine just chuckled. “The best,” he said. He lifted the guitar over his head, laying it in the case and slinging it over his shoulder. He bent his head, counting the money in his hand, wondering how exactly he was supposed to make a move.

“Wait, you work in a high school?” Kurt asked suddenly.

“I’m a teacher,” Blaine nodded. “Why?”

Kurt waved his hand airily, “Oh nothing. David just said that not a lot of people knew what you did for a living, besides playing guitar in the park.”

Blaine chuckled at his friend’s antics. Of course David would. “He said that, did he? It’s true, not many people know; the high school’s a bit far from here, when you think about it,” he laughed again, “He just likes adding to the ‘mystery’ of it all, though.” He shook his head a little, “He knows, as well as a few of my other friends from high school and college.” He glanced up at Kurt, “And now you, I suppose.”

“Well, your secret’s safe with me,” Kurt said with a simper. “I feel honored,” he added on with mock- arrogance.

Blaine gave a short laugh. There you go, he thought excitedly, Use that as a line. “Well Kurt, if you feel honored from that, how would you feel to joining me for dinner?” he asked, trying not to sound too hopeful. “I know a nice diner nearby, and I’ve got about, say,” he took a guess; he hadn’t been able to really focus on counting the money with Kurt talking, “at least 200, to spend on hand?” he gestured with the hand holding the bills. “Consider it a ‘thank you’ for singing with me today.”

If Kurt was shocked, he hid it well. He only heaved a dramatic sigh, “Well I don’t know.” His tone turned teasing, “Do you treat everyone who sings with you to dinner?”

Blaine leaned forward, hoping he wasn’t overstepping any boundaries, and whispered in Kurt’s ear, “Not everyone. You’re special.” As he bent back he saw the other man suppressing a smile. “So what do you say?”

Kurt quickly kept his face neutral as he said, “Well I suppose a quick bite wouldn’t hurt,” he shrugged and continued, “especially if you’re paying. How far is it? Should I call a cab?”

Blaine smiled, shaking his head. “That won’t be necessary. It’s only a few minutes away; you can get there just by walking through Central Park,” a part of him said this so he wouldn’t have to show his incompetence at cab-calling. He gave a jerk of his head, reaching down to take Kurt’s hand, “C’mon, I know a shortcut.”

Kurt said nothing at the sudden contact. “Shame,” he said, sounding a little breathless, “I was looking forward to showing off my cab- hailing skills,” he trailed off vaguely, grasping Blaine’s hand firmly as he allowed himself to be pulled along. Blaine wracked his mind quickly, trying to find a conversation starter. He settled on mentioning his earlier suspicions about the man.

“So wait,” he said, “You’re Kurt Hummel? Aren’t you an Assistant Fashion Stylists for that one designer? I read about you in Vogue last month…” Now is not the time to mention that he was your celebrity crush for said month, Blaine blushed a little, glad that Kurt probably couldn’t see him as they walked.

*~*~*

Blaine watched as Kurt finished his horrific story of the one time he showed up to school drunk, ignoring the waitress as she took away their plates. “…And that is why,” Kurt said through his laughter, “I do not drink more that two drinks to this day, and I hastily leave the room whenever someone decides to watch Bambi.” Blaine chuckled with Kurt incredulously.

“David’s right; we were sheltered at Dalton. If I didn’t work in a high school now, I’d never believe you.”

Kurt tilted his head, and asked curiously, “Was it really that quiet down there?” just as the waitress came back.

“Will that be all for you two today? Or do you want some dessert or some coffee?”

Blaine smiled at her, “I’ll have a medium drip, please? And for my friend…” he waved a hand at Kurt.

“A non-fat mocha?”

The waitress nodded, brown curls bobbing along with her, “Coming right up!” she announced cheerily before walking away.

“So, what was your worst alcoholic experience, as far as high school goes?” Kurt asked once she was gone.

Blaine thought for a bit. He had never been much of a partier, even when some of the crazier Warbler had thrown them. Still, he mused, there was that one. “Well,” he started, “I never showed up to school hung-over or anything like that, thankfully,” he tacked on, remembering Dalton’s strict codes. “I kissed a girl drunk though, at a friend’s party. I thought I was bi for a while, until she kissed me sober.” He grimaced at the memory.

Kurt nodded understandingly, leaning back in his chair as the waitress brought their drinks out. He spoke as he fixed his coffee as Blaine asked for the check. “Ah. You had a phase like that too,” he remarked, taking a sip of his drink.

“Well, in my defense, I was drunk,” Blaine said, a little indignant. His mind registered the other words in Kurt’s statement. “Hang on,” he said, looking at Kurt and narrowing his eyes a little, “Too? You went through a phase?”

Kurt visibly shuddered. “That’s a story for another time,” he said, his tone effectively ending the conversation. Blaine’s stomach fluttered at the thought of “another time.” The waitress came out with the requested check, smiling kindly at Blaine. (*)

Blaine reached for his wallet as he opened the small book. He skimmed over the receipt, eyes widening when he saw a flash of pink glitter. He inspected it closer, heat rising to his face as he made out the seven numbers and a name written out in cursive. Call me! Cindy 479-5695.

“What is it?” Kurt asked anxiously.

Blaine blushed deeper, extracting the cash from his wallet with his head down. “Ah… it’s nothing,” he said, counting out the proper amount. “Don’t worry about it.”

Kurt narrowed his eyes in suspicion, grabbing the book before Blaine could stop him. Blaine watched as Kurt’s eyes flicked over the receipt, eyes widening when he found the telephone number. He covered his face in embarrassment as Kurt burst out laughing.

Kurt continued snickering as he asked, “Does this happen a lot?”

“More than it should,” Blaine glanced at Kurt through his fingers, filing away the image of Kurt laughing so freely for later. “It’s not that funny, you know.”

Kurt was somber for a moment, “No, you’re right,” he cracked a grin, showing he was still deeply amused. He retained his serious fa�ade as he looked to Blaine. “You brought this upon yourself, you know. If you didn’t pass so easily for straight…”

“It’s not my fault,” Blaine hissed indignantly, looking up at Kurt before hiding his face again as the waitress appeared. He heard Kurt talking to the waitress.

“My friend would like you to know that he doesn’t play for your team. Sorry,” Kurt chirped merrily, not sounding in the slightest bit sorry. “Keep the change, though.” Blaine could feel the waitress’s glare as she answered, “Thank you. Come again soon!” She sounded as if she was talking through her teeth.

Blaine kept his face covered until he heard her footsteps fading away. He removed his hand finally, his gaze meeting Kurt’s still-amused one. They said nothing as they stood up, collecting their things.

“Shut up, Kurt” Blaine muttered under his breath as they made their way towards the exit.

Kurt scoffed, “Hey, I didn’t say anything,” he declared, holding up his hands. His lips were pressed together, hiding a smile.

Blaine glared a little, opening the door for him, “You didn’t need to. Your face said everything.”

Kurt laughed, adjusting his scarf again as he said, “Well, you have it admit, it’s pretty funny.” He turned to glance at Blaine.

He let the door fall from his fingers and muttered, “It would be, if it didn’t happen all the time.” He inwardly cringed at some of the memories. “It’s bad enough were I work,” he said darkly, “There’s this one TA,” he trailed off, shaking his head as if it would shake the thoughts from his head.

A short pause fell over them. Blaine observed the uncommonly quiet street outside of the restaurant, where there were only a few cabs driving by and a few people briskly walking by, trying to get out of the chilly weather.

“Well, thank you for dinner and coffee tonight, Blaine. It was nice meeting you,” Kurt said, filling the silence.

Blaine laughed in disbelief. It’s been less than a day, he thought, running a hand through his hair. “It seems odd, doesn’t it?” he asked.

“What does?”

“The fact that we only met today,” he answered.

Kurt didn’t say anything for a moment, thinking about this. He nodded a little. “Yeah, I guess it is,” he said softly.

“I guess we’d better be going. It’s getting late,” Blaine said, staring up at the dark sky.

Kurt noted the time on his watch. “I suppose we should,” he agreed, sounding just as reluctant as Blaine. “Are you taking a cab?”

“I’m a bit far from here,” Blaine answered hesitantly. He was not looking forward to attempting to call a cab. “You?”

“I think I’ll just walk,” Kurt said, checking the street signs. “I’m not to far from where I live actually.” Blaine sighed, stepping closer to the curb uncomfortably. There was a pause and Kurt noted his posture. “Do you need help calling a cab?”

Blaine nodded, embarrassed. “I don’t often have to take one, and they always scared me a little.”

Kurt stepped onto the streets with a roll of his eyes. “Watch and learn,” he said nonchalantly. Blaine watched as Kurt stuck two fingers in his mouth and blew loudly, a shrill whistle emitting as he waved his other arm out. A cab stopped for him immediately. He glanced over his shoulder to Blaine, smirking. “You’re welcome,” he said arrogantly, “I told you I had awesome cab- hailing skills.” He gave a mock-bow to Blaine as he opened the passenger door to him. Blaine walked forward, placing his guitar inside before turning back to face Kurt.

“Well, it was nice meeting you. I guess I’ll see you around?”

“Definitely,” Blaine answered. He would make sure he saw the other man again. He was sure of it.

“Could I have your number, at least?” Kurt asked, sounding nervous.

Blaine hesitated, half- wanting to be mysterious and flirty and half- wanting to give Kurt his number and text him all weekend. He settled for mysterious.

“I have a hunch you’ll find me,” he gave a small smirk, winking and getting into the cab. He saw Kurt laughing, shaking his head ruefully. He watched as Kurt waved until the cab turned the corner. As he settled into the seat, he saw the driver giving him a knowing look in the review mirror. “Someone special?” he asked teasingly.

Blaine only smiled in response. “I hope so.”

*~*~*

The week had gone by quickly, and it was Friday again. Blaine readied his guitar, prepared to go out into the city again. He had been eager for the weekend, knowing it would bring the chance of seeing Kurt again. He had almost resorted to asking David to give the other man his number, knowing that the two had met up for lunch during the week. As it was, David refused to tell Blaine any of the information about the lunch, only telling him that Kurt remembered his performances from high school.

He hailed a cab outside of his apartment, nervously playing with his fingers during the car ride. He was grateful when they finally pulled up to Central Park, paying the driver hastily and all but leaping out of the car. He wasted no time entering Central Park, eager to find a spot to play already.

The crowd followed him, larger this time, but Blaine saw neither Kurt nor David, which frustrated him. He played through the set half-heartedly, almost ending early when someone brushed by him quickly, head down and covered by a fedora. He was in tight pants and knee high boots, wearing a complicated- look jacket and a brightly- colored scarf. Blaine raised an eyebrow in suspicion, but only continued playing, watching as the man walked on and turned a corner. He brightened hopefully, and decided to sing until his normal time.

The streetlamps flicked on again, and Blaine’s hopes had fallen a little, given that Kurt had not ended up joining him. People began leaving as usual, many voicing their disappointment that Kurt had not showed up again. He shrugged at them, not letting on how it had upset him as well. He knelt at the case again, hastily picking up the scattered bills. He reached the last twenty, unfolding it and adding to the stack, when a small piece of white paper fluttered to the case. He paused, picking it up and reading the neatly written script.

Call me! Kurt Hummel. 567- 8498. Blaine laughed, calling out, “I know you’re there.”

Kurt walked out of the shadows, fedora adjusted to properly rest on his head. “Let me guess,” he mused, “It was the fedora, wasn’t it?”

Blaine tilted his head in though, “Well, it was kind of your whole outfit,” he said, gesturing to Kurt. “You realize there aren’t man who can pull your entire ensemble off, right?” He now saw that Kurt’s jacket had an array of zippers and randomly- placed sequins.

Kurt looked offended, then arrogant. “I’m going to take that to mean you think I’m the only one who can pull this off.” He looked serious, “Still, I think that me slipping my number to you is a bit more welcome than that waitress, am I right?”

Blaine nodded, trying to hide his delight, “Quite.” He pocketed the number, watching as Kurt’s expression brightened at the action.

“So do you want to grab some dinner?” he asked.

Kurt sighed dramatically, but he looked a little sad. “I would love to, but I can’t.” He patted his bag, which looked considerably fuller today than it had last week. “I’ve got a deadline coming up, and my boss is going to blow a fuse if I don’t get this finished.” Blaine frowned but nodded understandingly.

“But,” he continued. Blaine couldn’t help but look back into his eyes. “Would you like to grab some coffee tomorrow? I know a nice caf� not too far from here.”
Blaine tried to hide his happiness as he smiled. “I’d like that,” he murmured. He pulled out a paper and a pen, “Where is it?” He neatly wrote out the streets that Kurt gave him.

“Say, three o’clock tomorrow?” Kurt asked. Blaine nodded, knowing that, despite trying to only come into the city once a week, he wouldn’t miss the date for the world.
“Great! I’ve got to run now. I’ll see you tomorrow, ‘kay?” Kurt said as he turned away. Blaine muttered a goodbye, watching as Kurt stopped and turned back to him with an annoyed expression on his face and a hand on his hip.

“You know, I still haven’t gotten your number.”

Blaine laughed as his diva- attitude, pulling the pen out again. “C’mere,” he said, beckoning Kurt forward. “Give me your hand.” He wrote his number on Kurt’s outstretched hand. “Happy now?” he asked, capping the pen and pocketing it.

Kurt examined the number closely. “I suppose so,” he exhaled, still in diva- mode.

Blaine acted mock- insulted, pushing Kurt away. “Don’t you have work to do?”

“Geez!” Kurt cried. “If you didn’t want my presence that much, you should have just said so.” I don’t think I ever will, Blaine thought sappily, watching as a genuine smile graced Kurt’s face.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Blaine.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” he replied honestly.

*~*~*

It was three weeks till Blaine saw David again in Central Park. He noted as his exhausted- looking friend walked hastily to where he was playing, but kept all of his attention on Kurt as they both sang. David’s eyes widened when he saw Kurt’s hand on Blaine’s knee, and his expression changed from tired to delighted when Blaine clasped his hands with Kurt once the song was over. Blaine watched amused as David hurried away, pulling his phone out hastily. He sighed, knowing what he could expect when he got home.

*~*~*

Blaine stumbled into his apartment late that night, tired but content after going out with Kurt again. He slipped off his shoes, checking the answering machine.

“You have fourteen missed calls,” the automated voice told him.

Blaine groaned, flopping down onto the couch as he allowed to machine to continue. He kept one hand on the “skip” button as David’s voice came on first.

“Hey man. Congratulations on getting together with Kurt. Now, you can’t hold me responsible for what may or may not be coming for you, but I had to tell a few of the guys…” Blaine groaned again, skipping the message. That was all he needed to hear.

“Blaine Anderson. Please tell me that what David just told me was true. I’m booking a plane ticket as we speak to meet this guy, so if it’s not true and I fly out for nothing I will kill you,” Wes’s voice sounded excited, stressed, and a little annoyed all at the same time. “I expect a fully detailed report when I arrive.” His message ended with a click.

“This is the same guy from the six-month Beatles phase?” Thad asked, sounding inquisitive and amazed. “Who’d have thought? Congrats, bro!”

“Hey Blaine,” Jeff said slyly, “When’s the wedding?” There was a faint fumbling in the background, as well as some yelling, and the message ended suddenly.

“Hi Blaine!” came Nick’s voice, panting a little from exertion, “Wow, man, finally! We’re so,” there was indistinct talking and Nick’s not-so-muffled reply of, “no Jeff, we can’t ask his that,” before he continued his message. “Jeff and I hope you’re doing well and that- we await the invitation in the mail!” yelled Jeff. Nick sighed, ending the message.

Blaine glared at the answering machine, cursing David. He lay there, listening to the rest of the messages and debating whether it was worth introducing Kurt to his more-than-overbearing friends. David’s voice came on as the last message.

“Yeah, so the rest of the guys just told me what they did,” at least he sounded somewhat sheepish. “But seriously, we’re all happy for you. I hope you know that Wes almost booked all of them flights, so it could have been worse…”