"On a scale of 1 to this is ridiculous, how sure are you that this is going to work?"

"I'd say Kurt Hummel. You're an actor, you got this."

-FLASHBACK-

"Do you trust me?"

"Can I?"

"Yes."

"Alright then."

Blaine let out an audible 'yes!', clapping his hands in front of him and beaming wildly at Kurt. He paced around for a little bit with Kurt staring curiously at him. Blaine was thinking of a place where Kurt won't be mobbed by fans or paparazzi. Kurt, on the other hand, was interested on what Blaine was going to do. In such a short amount of time, they've become friends and even Kurt couldn't believe that. He kept thinking about things like 'What if I didn't meet him at the fundraiser? What if I met him at a normal circumstance? Will I still want to become friends with him? Am I that kind of person?'

His thought bubble burst when he realized that Blaine was waving a hand in front of him, looking genuinely excited and mildly concerned. Blaine just thought of a brilliant idea.

"Are you okay?" He tentatively asked and sighed in relief when Kurt nodded. "Alright, do you have any clothes that a Kurt Hummel wouldn't wear?" Blaine asked, hopeful.

Kurt wanted to say no but the eager and sincere look that was on the other man's face wasn't helping him get that one word out of his mouth, so instead he says "Yes. My step-brother has a few things upstairs. Also, I think my dad left some of his stuff in his room too."

Blaine's face practically lit up with joy, he walked around Kurt and placed both of his hands on his shoulders. This was the normal Blaine, the Blaine that gets overexcited when he wants to do something; he finally relaxes around Kurt, completely forgetting the fact that he practically worships the celebrity. Kurt noticed it too and couldn't help but smile at the enthusiasm that was bubbling out of Blaine Anderson, how has he never met anyone like this before?

"Come on then. Get up and lead the way Mr. Kurt Hummel." Blaine happily but Kurt stopped dead in his tracks once he was up from his seat which confused Blaine for a moment.

Kurt turned around and looked at Blaine straight in the eyes. "First, Mr. Hummel is my dad. Second, I told you to call me Kurt."

Blaine blinked a few times before realizing that he hasn't actually called Kurt by his first name ever since they met and started talking. It was always Mr. Hummel or Kurt Hummel or Mr. Kurt Hummel but never just Kurt because it sounded way too friendly for Blaine and he didn't think it was appropriate to call him that. Yet.

Kurt waited for Blaine's answer and the other man nodded in reply. "Okay, Kurt." His name rolled out of Blaine's tongue softly like a cotton candy; sweet and light and everything that Blaine had ever imagined. He had to stop himself from flailing at that moment because he didn't want Kurt – shit even my mind says it like it's the most precious name to have ever existed – to think he's weird and crazy.

Kurt gave him a little smile before leading the way and walking upstairs towards Finn's room. They could hear the party outside and was surprised that no one has actually looked for them. Maybe it was because everyone were now enjoying the pool and just goofing off around each other. These people were Alex's close group of friends, Kurt knows most of them and are friends with them but every time he talks to them the topic will just revolve around him and he doesn't actually fancy that.

Blaine entered the dark room as Kurt opened the lights, revealing a very manly room with lots of football related items and girls and more football related items. Kurt sat on the bed and just stared at Blaine who was just standing there.

"Do you mind if I snoop around?" Blaine asked, already seeing a pair of jeans in the open closet. Kurt's step-brother is not the tidiest person.

"Nope, snoop away." Kurt chuckled as he lay on his side on the bed, observing Blaine's movement as he opened and rummaged through Finn's closet. He really has a bad feeling about this.

Blaine kept pushing clothes aside when he doesn't want them; sometimes he'll pause then scrunch his nose then push it aside again. This kept repeating until finally Blaine managed to pull a few things out of the closet; a hoodie that was too huge for Kurt, baggy pants and baggy shirt. Kurt couldn't help but sit up and stare at the clothes that were gently placed on the bed beside him. Blaine went to the bathroom and got some hair wax and a comb.

Blaine's mind felt like it was going to burst any moment because of all the things that he was thinking at the moment; (1) He was thinking of how to disguise Kurt, (2) he was thinking of where to bring Kurt and (3) he was thinking of right now where he is inside a room with Kurt, alone. He shook the last one off of his system, now is not the time to get a boner Anderson.

If looks could burn things, the clothes and the bed would be severely burnt by now. That's how Blaine saw Kurt when he got out of the bathroom as the latter practically burned holes on the clothes just by staring at them. Kurt Hummel loathes bad choice of clothing and for him, this was really bad.

"Why don't you try those on?"

"Are you serious?"

"Yes I am."

Blaine didn't think about it and just pulled Kurt up from the bed and pushed him into the bathroom, shoving the clothes to him and closing the door. He looks around the room and wonders what Kurt's room would look like, maybe some Vogue magazine cut outs on the wall. Blaine hears a muffled groan and whine from the other side of the door and soon enough, Kurt walked out looking very un-Kurt-ly.

"I look like a bad hip hop—er." Kurt was unsure if it was the right term but what do you even call someone who likes hip-hop and dresses like this? Hip-hop person? Hiphoppee? Hiphopper dude?

He was wearing a black hoodie that reached right up to his thigh and was loose all over on top of a white t-shirt that was barely noticeable. Pair all that with his baggy pants and he looks like a totally different person, if you disregard his face. He looks stumpy to be honest.

"Hiphop-er? Is that a word? But you look good." Blaine closed his mouth shut when he saw Kurt glare at him. He opened it again to give a suggestion, "Let's fix your hair."

Kurt bounced back, ready to close the bathroom door on Blaine's face. "Oh hell no. You are not going anywhere near my hair Blaine Anderson." His hands shot up and covered his hair as if doing that would stop Blaine from getting closer, comb and hair wax in hand.

Blaine shrugged. "Come on Kurt." He paused and wondered when he'll ever get used to calling Kurt by his name. "Your hair is a dead giveaway that it's you, also your face. We have to hide you." Blaine explained clearly. Kurt gave him a face that says 'why are you doing this to me?'

"Just don't put gel on it." Kurt worried as he stared warily at Blaine's head full of hair gel. "You've got that full helmet of gel on and that'll ruin my hair." He said bluntly.

Blaine laughed and assured Kurt that he won't be using gel since it wasn't available at the moment. Kurt sighed and went with Blaine's plan. The next few minutes were like heaven for Blaine; the first day he met Kurt at the fundraiser, he wanted to frolic in his hair and now he was touching and styling it. Kurt couldn't deny the fact that Blaine's hands were careful around his hair, it appears like Blaine is really taking his time with his hair and Kurt just knew that the man had something for his hair; who wouldn't?

After a few minutes of tweaking and just a bit of flattening up, it was done. Blaine smiled as he looked over to the person who was now staring at himself in front of the mirror, the man who was once Kurt Hummel. Well, technically he was still Kurt, just not that obvious.

Kurt's not saying that he hates his hair but it's not good. Not for him. "Why." He blurted out, mortified while Blaine just looked at him apologetically. Kurt sighed, "if this doesn't work, I'm going to rid your hair of all those gel and let you suffer." He threatened not so menacingly.

"Oh don't worry, I'm sure this will work. Now we just need Wes' car. Come on." Blaine grinned as they headed back out to the party (that they've already forgotten) to go look for Wes.

Blaine opened the car door for Kurt while the other man stepped out of the car and looked around. He looked tentatively at Blaine and sighed as Blaine gave him an encouraging smile.

"You took me to Chinatown?"

"Yes. Now just remember, you're not Kurt."

They made their way through the reds and golds of Chinatown from the Central Plaza to shops and food stalls. Almost everything was neon and was lit up with a bunch of red street lanterns that clearly says China. Kurt kept looking everywhere, expecting camera flashes to go off at any moment but 10 minutes into the walk and still there was none when usually the media would flock around him as soon as he got out of his car.

Blaine couldn't help but smile to himself as they strolled down the busy streets of Chinatown. He used to walk around the place when he had free time so it was nice to take a nice walk today. It was positively bustling with people even if it was already after 10 p.m. and it's just what he needed to prove Kurt that he can still be like a normal person even if he was already a celebrity. He steered their walk and went to Blaine's favorite Chinese food house, Kurt just followed suit.

They entered an old Chinese hotpot restaurant and were greeted by an old woman who gave them her brightest smile.

"Blaine dear, it's nice to have you here again." The old lady greeted Blaine with a warm hug that Blaine gave back with as much enthusiasm. She squeezed his arms a little bit before frowning, "You're getting thin, been busy?" She asked.

"I have. I miss your food Mei." Blaine smiled. He noticed that she kept looking at Kurt and so he did the introductions, "Oh this is my friend…James." Blaine frowned as the name suddenly popped into his head.

Kurt was surprised when the old lady, Mei, also enveloped him into a warm hug. It seems like she really didn't recognize him so Kurt hugged her back, warmness filling him. "Hello Mei, it's nice to meet you." Kurt smiled as she let go.

"It's nice to meet you too James. It's good to see new friends of Blaine, he's always with that Wesley boy and they make a mess." Mei laughed as she led them inside the restaurant with Blaine and Kurt in tow.

"You make a mess? How?" Kurt asked curiously while Blaine just shrugged and dismissed the subject. It was always Wes who would make a mess, the guy loved to enter the restaurant's contest of finishing a bowl of hotpot in a minute without drinks. He even has a photo somewhere in the shop, crowning him as the king of hotpot that people should beat.

They ate in a comfortable silence with the constant small talk; it was surprisingly easy for Kurt to relax and let loose in public now that he was with Blaine. It also helped that no one actually gives a shit about him in this place; he missed this kind freedom so much.

"So James," Blaine winked.

"James? Really? You couldn't come up with something else?" Kurt teased as he took a sip of his hotpot. Blaine just chuckled in reply.

"Well, you look more like a James than a William or Neil. And you don't look a bit like a Charles too. I mean look at you." Blaine stared at Kurt's current get up and nodded, "You're definitely a James."

Kurt shook his head in amazement at how much Blaine thought about this. It was really nice for someone like Blaine to try and make Kurt have a good time. He was actually really enjoying this already even though he was just eating hotpot.

"Where would you want to go after this?" Blaine asked curiously, not taking his eyes off the beauty that was in front of him even though that beauty looks a bit different.

"I don't know, this was your idea, you tell me." Kurt replied with a smile.

"What do you say about shopping?"

Kurt's face brightened up, "Let's go."

"Oh you boys are leaving already?" Mei suddenly appeared with a tray of fortune cookies. Kurt and Blaine stared at the batch and with Mei's hopeful smile, they couldn't turn her down. They both got their cookies and thanked Mei. "Remember, fortune cookies are prophecies. Good luck." She said in a voice so eerie that it gave both boys goose bumps.

Kurt opened his cookie and read his fortune, it's been a long time since he's got a fortune cookie and he hopes this one will be positive.

'The one who admires you greatly is hidden before your eyes.'

Kurt snorted a little at that. Hidden? I don't really think so. He looked up from the paper and over at Blaine who was opening his own fortune cookie. Blaine opened his cookie and read his fortune,

'Shoot for the moon! If you miss, you will still be amongst the stars.'

Blaine smiled; at least even the fortune cookie is supporting him and giving him a positive prophecy. He just hoped that this being "amongst the stars" meant that he could be with Kurt.

"Well this was amazing." Blaine stood up with a smile, folding the piece of paper and stowing it away in his wallet. He'd go look at it if ever he needs a little kick to the right direction. "So, shopping?" He asked and Kurt nodded.

So they did, they went all around Chinatown and just went window shopping. Blaine could hear Kurt's constant little squeals especially when they pass by pet shops around the area. Finally, after passing by so many jewelry stores, traditional Chinese medicine stores and clothing stores, Kurt pulled Blaine inside a pet shop again.

Blaine couldn't believe how much Kurt love pets. He sees a dog and he goes 'aww how cute!', he sees a cat and he goes 'you're so fluffy' then turns to Blaine and asks with glowing eyes "why is he so fluffy?". Blaine would just laugh and nod and give answers then Kurt would get back to admiring the animals.

When they were walking back to the car, Blaine was still in awe. Kurt, on the other hand, was quietly laughing to himself as he thoroughly enjoyed the night.

"I can't believe you bought a cat."

"I can't believe you didn't."

Indeed, Kurt was holding a cat which he called James to commemorate the happy day that he was called James in front of people he didn't know. James the Cat was fat and was the one staring at him at the last pet shop that they went into. Kurt thought it was fate so he bought the fat thing and he immediately fell in love.

"Here, let me take a photo for you." Blaine offered as he saw the way Kurt was fumbling for his phone to try and take a photo of James. Blaine was about to get his phone but Kurt shoved his phone towards him and posed.

"I want it in my phone, sorry." Kurt smiled and Blaine nodded, clicking to take the photo of James. He stared at the phone, should I ask for his number? Is it too early for that? Is he going to think I'm weird? But we already went out tonight. Is this a date?

Kurt noticed the conflicted expression on Blaine's face again while holding his phone. He fought the urge to laugh and finally decided to help Blaine with the situation.

"Why don't you put your number in there so I can update you about James?" Kurt winked as Blaine looked up at him, surprised clearly on his face.

"I…What? Are you..? My…?" Blaine fumbled for words, he was being weird again. He should probably get used to Kurt already since he's now sure that they'll be in contact now that Kurt offered that he put his number on his phone. He cleared his throat and nodded, "Yeah, sure. I mean, are you sure?"

"You are too adorable Blaine. You should know that." Kurt laughed, "Go on, I'm sure James would want to let you know when an important thing happens in his nine lives." He said with a smile and Blaine nodded, putting his phone number in Kurt's cell before handing it back to him.

"So, we're really friends now huh." Blaine couldn't help but say in an unfocused voice. Finally, him and Kurt Hummel, friends. It was like this story of his life came out of a novel or something, he felt like someone somewhere was writing his life and the author loves him too much to be giving him this amazing opportunity, he just hoped that nothing devastating happens next or something.

"Yes. We are. For a while now actually because you make amazing lattes." Kurt smiled as they drove back towards his house.

It was now past 12 a.m. and they didn't even notice the time because of all the strolling, window shopping and fortune telling, only when they pulled up in Kurt's parking lot did they notice that most of the people from the party were already gone. Kurt got off the car and sighed.

"I'm pretty sure Alex is going to kill me." He said once they were walking inside the house. Blaine felt the same; he was sure he was going to get killed not just by Alex but by Sam and Wes too.

And true enough, the three were waiting for them at the living room area of Kurt's house with Wes glaring at Blaine while Alex was glaring at Kurt.

"Where the hell—"

"I bought a cat."

Kurt showed James off as if to distract them about the fact that he just ran off without telling Alex where he was going. He knew that Alex must've freaked out when she realized that Kurt was gone. Blaine, on the other hand, handed Wes' car keys back to him.

"Look, I'm sorry, it was me. I told Kurt to accompany me somewhere and we ended up buying James." Blaine lamely explained as everyone turned to look at him. "We weren't seen, I swear."

Alex sighed, she knew something like this would happen sooner or later anyway seeing that Kurt had a knack for a little adventure. She wasn't really angry, just worried because she didn't know where they were.

"I'm not mad Kurt, I was just worried because you were suddenly not at the party. But since you were with Blaine anyway, I guess it's fine." Alex told Kurt who sighed in relief.

"Oh good because I really had fun tonight." Kurt smiled, saying it mostly to Blaine than to Alex. Blaine didn't miss the look on Wes' face as he gave Kurt a warm smile.

Wes was the one who broke the conversation. "This was nice but I was just actually waiting for my car so we better be off." He said, standing up and playing with his car keys. "Thank you for everything, it was a great party. Happy birthday." Wes told Alex as he enveloped her again in a friendly hug.

"Happy birthday Alex and I'm really sorry." Blaine apologized, hugging Alex one last time. Alex just shrugged and dismissed the apology. Blaine then turned to Kurt who was petting James fondly. He chuckled a little and ruffled James' fur before looking at Kurt. "I'm glad you had fun."

"All thanks to you." Kurt smiled. "I hope we can do that again next time. You know, just hang out." Kurt said.

All of them walked towards the parking space at the back of Kurt's house and not once were Kurt and Blaine away from each other. Wes heard Kurt's words and couldn't help but butt in.

"You could. Blaine plays a set at my music bar almost every Friday and we could all hang out there this week." Wes offered with a smile and a small nudge on Blaine's ribs. Blaine glanced at Wes, silently thanking him.

Sam nodded, "That's awesome, this dude sings so good it hurts my ego. We should just hang out over there Alex, what do you think?" He asked. Alex nodded in reply.

They all waved goodbye and soon enough, Blaine and Wes were gone as well as Sam and Alex, leaving Kurt alone in his huge home with his maids. He immediately ran to his room and set James down on his bed to dial Rachel's number.

"Kurt! Hey! How's the party? Is Alex having fun? Are you—"

"I just went to Chinatown."

There was a pause.

"What? With who?"

"With Blaine."

Kurt could almost imagine what Rachel looked like right now. The girl had been bugging him about Blaine for weeks already and now she's got her wish. Rachel's almost always right about what she thinks when it comes to Kurt and the people around Kurt.

"So? Was it fun?" Rachel asked with a tone of pure curiosity and a bit of teasing. Kurt couldn't help but smile when he remembers how the night went.

"Yeah, it was really fun. And I disguised myself as Finn, there wasn't a single paparazzi that took my photo! Can you believe it?!" Kurt gushed while Rachel screamed.

"Oh god, I'd do anything to have that kind of time for myself." Rachel sighed. "I'm going back tomorrow and we're going to talk about this Chinatown escapade of yours okay?"

"Okay. See you Rachel!" Kurt clicked his phone off and proceeded to update his Twitter account. James meowed next to him and he couldn't help but smile upon seeing the cat.

Kurt Hummel @KurtHummel

Perfect evening! Where was I tonight? Good night!

Blaine had to practically wrestle out of Wes' grasp before he could find the solidarity of his apartment. Wes started to question him about his night out with Kurt as soon as the engine of his car started. Blaine just dodged each question and only answered a few ones.

He immediately opened his computer and checked for messages, still nothing new. Once he opened his Twitter, he wasn't surprised to see Kurt has tweeted their Chinatown adventure. What surprised him was that Kurt now follows him back on Twitter. Holy shit! It's really him! Another surprise came when Kurt suddenly tweeted him that was sent less than a minute ago.

Kurt Hummel @KurtHummel

@BlaineAnderson can you believe this cat? He's already too comfortable! James says good night.

Blaine decided to tweet him back:

Blaine Anderson @BlaineAnderson

@KurtHummel I hope James won't be a pain in the ass. Good night to you both. :)

He smiled. Tonight marks the night of Blaine Anderson being friends with Kurt Hummel; not only did he give Kurt his number, he also got a direct tweet from Kurt. This has certainly been a productive day.