He hugged Burt and Carole one last time. He had already said goodbye to everyone else at Saturday's party, probably the last time all of the New Directions came together.

“Be careful, kid.” Burt said, giving him a pad on his shoulder but his look was meaningful.

“I will dad,” Kurt smiled. He was glad Burt had Carole now, it made him feel a little less guilty to leave his dad behind.

“I will miss you Kurt. You became like a real son for me,” she smiled with tears in her eyes.

“I'll miss you too, Carole.” Kurt smiled, touched to see that Carole cared so much about him. He had come to love Carole as well, and she was a good wife to Burt.

“Promise you call us as soon as you're safe in New York,” Burt said.

“I will,” Kurt smiled because he liked the sound of that.

Suddenly a voice sounded through the speakers, announcing that all passengers of the flight should board. Kurt smiled at Carole one last time and gave his dad a thankful nod.

He walked excitingly towards the terminal, his tickets pressed against his chest.

“Tickets, please?” A woman asked.

Once they were finally allowed to go onto the plane Kurt was smiling like an idiot, he just couldn't help it. He tried to calm himself, not wanting to make a fool out of himself already.

He went to sit on his assigned chair and checked if he had his phone and Ipod with him, he did. He saw someone walked towards him, it was a guy from about 23, his head was shaved and he was wearing the sort of clothes that made Kurt cringe.

“Coming through,” the guy said, earning an annoyed glance from Kurt. He went to sit down in the seat next to Kurt, bumping his bag against Kurt's face. Kurt coughed loudly but he didn't even seem to mind. Kurt decided to put it from his mind since he was too excited to care.

After a while one of the stewards came walking towards them, finally, Kurt thought.

“Hello, could I get you two something?” a musical voice asked.

Kurt looked up to see to who the voice belonged, his heart skipped a beat when his eyes met the ones of the steward.
Kurt couldn't really look away, his eyes were still locked on the,apparently golden brown ones. But not only his eyes were beautiful, so was his smile, and his curly and dark brown colored hair. Actually, his entire face was just beautiful..

“Yeah, uhh I would like to get a beer?” The guy next to him said, totally interrupting the moment.

“Sure,” The beautiful man answered. “Is there anything you'd like?” He asked Kurt.

Kurt cleared his throat, trying not to act as if he had just been staring. “No, thank you.”

“All right, then I'll be right back with your drink.” He said to the guy next to Kurt.

Kurt looked at the guy next to him, he was already annoying him. The guy raised his eyebrows at Kurt's look.

“Ryan,” he said while shoving some free peanuts in his mouth.

“Kurt,” Kurt said with a disgusted face.

“Well that's a beautiful name,” a voice from behind him piped up. Kurt looked to see that the steward was already back with 'Ryan's' drink.

“Thank you,” Kurt blushed. Suddenly the name tag of the steward was visible. “Blaine Anderson,” he read out loud.

“Yeah, it's not a very special name.” The steward, who's name was apparently Blaine, shrugged.

Kurt blushed because he had actually said that out loud. “I like it,” he said giving Blaine a small smile.

Blaine's smile widened and his eyes actually sparkled, it made Kurt's stomach flip.

“Here you go, sir. Your beer,” Blaine said to Ryan who was busying himself with stealing Kurt's free peanuts.

“Right, thanks dude.” He took the beer from Blaine, drinking it the second he had it in his hand.

Blaine chuckled at Kurt's disgusted look, Kurt looked at him and rolled his eyes at Ryan and Blaine winked at him, he actually winked at him.

Kurt felt a small blush creep upon his cheeks.

“So, visiting someone in New York?” Blaine asked, still talking to him, which Kurt didn't mind, at all.

“I'm moving there, actually.” Kurt said, smiling at the thought there was an apartment waiting on him on New York, his new home. “I'm attending NYADA,” Kurt admitted proudly.

“Oh, right! The school where the extremely talented people attend.” Blaine said with enthusiasm.

Kurt nodded, “that would be the one.”

Blaine didn't seem to mind Kurt's full awareness of his talent.

“So do you sing then?” Blaine asked with interest, sitting down on the armrest of the empty seat in front of Kurt.

“And act,” Kurt admitted nonchalant.

“Ahh, a true Broadway star then?”

“If I can so so myself, then yes.” Kurt smiled, earning a smile in return.

“What about you? Did you always want to become a steward?” Kurt asked curiously, he knew it was probably rude to ask but he was just really curious..

“No,” Blaine laughed. “I loved singing, like you do. I've always wanted to start like a small music company or something.”

“Then why are you a steward?” Kurt asked a little softer, he didn't want to insult Blaine or make him uncomfortable.

“Oh, I got into a fight with my family and they cut me off. So basically I don't have the money, so I'm waiting and saving until I have enough money.

“But why a steward?”

“I like to travel, and that way I don't have to pay full rent.” Blaine said, smiling a little sadly.

“Oh, I'm sorry.” Kurt said who was beginning to feel sorry for the stranger he had only met about 20 minutes ago.

“It's okay, I'd rather do it this way actually.” Blaine told him.

“Why?” Kurt asked with interest.

“Well, than I can say I did it all by myself, prove my family I can do this on my own, that I don't need their help.”

Kurt was about to answer when Ryan interrupted him. “Look if you two are going to switch life stories and flirt at least do it a little more quiet, I can't hear my music.”

“Well then you just turn it up louder,” Kurt snapped.

Blaine smiled an apologizing smile. “I probably have to go back anyway.” He pointed towards the back of the plane. “Nice talking to you, Kurt.” He smiled.

“I hope you get your own music company,” Kurt said smiling.

“I hope you become a Broadway star.” Blaine said, touching his shoulder.

“Don't worry about that,” Kurt said, his voice a little higher because of Blaine's touch.

Blaine smile widened at Kurt�s comment, Blaine was about to turn around when Kurt knew he had to stop him. “Hey, could I maybe get your number..?” he blurted out. He tried to hide his face because he didn't want anyone to see he was blushing.

Blaine seemed to be taken aback for one second but then the dashing smile reappeared onto his face again. “Of course,” he tore of a piece of paper and took out a pen, scrambling down a number. “Here you go, Kurt.” He handed the small piece with his number to Kurt.

Kurt mumbled a thank you and blushed even more when Blaine winked again. “Talk to you later then, beautiful.” Before Kurt could respond to that Blaine had already turned around and was walking away, whistling and smiling.

He stared blankly in front of him, slowly realizing what he had just done. Then he couldn't help but smile smugly and look down at the number.

“Oh you are so thinking of things I would not want to witness,” Ryan said with a disgusted face.

Kurt didn't even think about snapping at mr. annoying, he was way too happy. 'You can't know until you've tried.” Kurt shrugged, proud of himself that he didn't blush.

Kurt smiled to himself, this trip to New York was already amazing. He didn't know if he would have a lot of friends in New York, or if he would even like the school (which he probably would). But he did know that one of the first things he would do once he was there, text Blaine.