14:15pm

"You know what? That's it. I've had enough of this, I've had enough of you and I quit" Kurt yelled, throwing the pencil in his hand down onto his desk dramatically, arms flying around in a flourish.

"Oh grow up Hummel, so yes I used your design for the website, surely that's a good thing?" the girl scoffed, running a hand through her yes-I'm-a-natural-blonde-no-those-are-not-brunette-roots-you-see hair.

"You passed it off as your own, didn't give me any credit for it and told our boss that I'm an incompetent worker when I questioned you about the fucking thing!" He shouted back in exasperation, waving his hands in annoyance, knocking over a pot in his haste.

"Grow a backbone Kurt" Katie rolled her eyes, her hands placed on her tiny waist. The rest of the office was staring at the fighting pair, eyes flicking from one to the other as they sparred.

"That's it. I'm done, I quit" he said calmly, beginning to gather up his belongings from his desk.
A resounding 'oooh' and 'really?!' came from his former workmates.

Katie bit her lip slightly, guilt creeping onto her conscience. "Kurt don't maybe we can-" she said softly.

"No. I've stayed here for months thinking I just had to get used to you but in fact you're just a bitch. You've stolen my ideas and I can't be here a moment longer" he said, walking closer to the girl and staring her down, he had a good few inches on her and he glared at her menacingly.

Katie narrowed her eyes at the man. "Fine, quit, but I promise you, it'll be me who gets anywhere in life"

Kurt grimaced and shoved his sketch pad, phone and laptop into his messenger bag and grabbed the photo frame containing a picture of him and his dad. Standing up straight, he looked round the office, Katie staring at him with pure hatred, other colleagues giving him apologetic but supportive smiles.

"Some of you, it was nice knowing you. Katie, go to hell" Kurt nodded and stormed out the door with a dignified flourish that somehow only he or Rachel Berry could perfect.

Kurt walked without purpose for a while, the reality of what he just did slowly dawning on him. He walked into a local park and sat himself down on a bench. "I just quit my job. Shit" he whispered to himself, rubbing his eyes in remorse.

That morning.
Blaine felt someone slap his foot hard, from his place in his bed. "What?" He mumbled, turning his head into his pillow.

"Blaine, it's 11. You have work at 3, get up and do something with your life" he heard a male voice say.

"Go away Mike, I'm tired" Blaine replied, groaning.

"You're only tired because you, being the nice person you are, took the extra shift at work and didn't finish until 1 this morning. I told you not too!"

Blaine sighed and opened his eyes, turning to look at his friend/roommate. "But it was extra money! You know I need it!"

"Will you get up if I tell you Tina made pancakes?" Mike smirked as Blaine's face lit up.

"Has she bought the nice cream?"

"Yes I have, you food whore now come and eat them" he heard Mike's girlfriend shout from the kitchen. Blaine shrugged and swung his feet over the side of the bed, hurrying to the kitchen and happily taking the plate offered to him by the girl.

"Any plans for the day Blaine?" Tina asked him sweetly, sitting opposite him at the table, leaning her head back onto Mike's stomach as he stood behind her.

"I don't know, might go play at the park for a while then head to work, what an exciting life I lead huh?" he said between mouthfuls of pancake.

"Riveting. You know Blaine, if you let me set you up on this date with a guy I know, you might have a –"

Tina was shut off by the sharp look Blaine was giving her. "I've already told you no, I'm fine being single for now! I appreciate the concern but honestly, I've got friends, my guitar and these pancakes, I'm good for life right now" he grinned. She rolled her eyes and glanced at the time.

"I better get to work. I'll see you boys later" she stood up and gave Mike a quick kiss on the mouth and ran round the other side to kiss Blaine's cheek as she vacated the apartment.

"Are you okay Blaine?" Mike asked him once Tina had gone, leaning down on the kitchen table.

"Yeah, I'm fine, are you?" he replied with a smile, staring up at his friend.

"You seem a little, I don't know, off?" Mike suggested, shrugging, stealing a strawberry off Blaine's plate.

"I'm just fine seriously." Blaine said. "Anyway I'm gonna shower and go do some singing for the general public of New York, I'll see you after work" Blaine stood up, taking his plate over to the sink.

A few minutes later, Blaine was sat on his bed, his face screwed up a little. The truth was no, he wasn't okay. He was working as a waiter, long hours just to scrape a living and pay the bills, he was fed up of record labels telling him he wasn't what they were looking for, he was fed up of being forced to look for an overrated thing called love. Blaine wanted someone to be his one and only yes, but he was taking a freaking long time to find and he was sick of this mundane life he was living.

He ran a hand through his black curls and sighed. He guessed the afternoon he'd just go play in the park again – he'd struck a deal with the policeman who roams there, Blaine could play in one particular spot whenever he wanted but for no more than three hours at a time.

After showering, he grabbed his guitar and shoved it in its case before making his way out the door. "Bye Mike" he called, letting the latch shut behind him.

Blaine had been playing for at least two hours now, glancing at the case, there was a few coins in there and several bills. Regulars of the park knew him by now, they stopped and smiled, offered some change and went their way. Blaine liked playing in the outdoors, seeing people stop and actually listen to what he had to sing and play.

He grinned mid lyric as a little girl ran towards him , threw a scrunched up dollar bill in his case and smiled widely at him before running back to her mother.

The song he was singing finished and he looked up, saying thank you to the small crowd that was gathered nearby.

Then in the distance, he noticed a very very attractive guy sitting on a bench, looking rather distressed and on the verge of tears. The guy kept rubbing his hands together as if for something to do and picking up his phone, shaking his head and putting it down again.

Blaine kind of couldn't help but stare, he was absolutely beautiful, styled hair, very tight jeans and just all round perfection. However, he also noticed that this guy looked scared to death, like he was a little lost in the world, not quite finding a light anywhere.

Blaine smirked a little, the guy looked in Blaine's direction and caught his eye just as Blaine began to play.

Kurt didn't know what to do; he couldn't go back and grovel for his job back, Katie had done nothing but make his life a misery and he couldn't handle it anymore but god, did he need the money.

He kept picking his phone to up to call his dad, Rachel, Finn, anyone but he couldn't do it, mainly because he didn't want to admit to himself that he had just quit.

He was vaguely aware of some guy playing guitar and singing in the distance, and he happened to look over there for something to do as the next song began to play.

Kurt saw him for the first time and holy shit, he hadn't realised how damn gorgeous he was. Curly black hair, light stubble and the voice of an angel.

Kurt caught his eye and the man smiled at him, a cute smile that looked like he wanted to genuinely know about Kurt's life, eyes that looked right into Kurt's even though they were a few metres apart.

Kurt momentarily forgot about his problems and listened to him sing, grinning a little at the song.

"You think I'm pretty without any make-up on

You think I'm funny when I tell the punch line wrong

I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down

Before you met me, I was alright

But things were kinda heavy, you brought me to life

Now every February you'll be my Valentine, Valentine"

Kurt smiled as the guy kept singing, he had a lovely pure voice and this song just fit perfectly.

"Let's go all the way tonight

No regrets, just love

We can dance until we die

You and I, we'll be young forever"

Blaine noticed the other man staring at him as he sang, distracted from whatever his previous problems had been.

"You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream

The way you turn me on, I can't sleep

Let's runaway and don't ever look back

Don't ever look back"

Kurt did something he wouldn't normally do in public especially; he slowly pulled his sketch pad out of his bag, bringing a pencil with it, opening up a blank piece of paper. He wasn't sure what was driving him to do this, but there was something special about this guy. Kurt slowly sketched an outline of a man, sitting cross legged on the park floor, a guitar in his arms.

"My heart stops when you look at me

Just one touch, now baby I believe

This is real, so take a chance

And don't ever look back, don't ever look back"

Blaine's brow furrowed – had he just gotten out a sketch pad? Was he being drawn right now? Blaine raised his eyebrows at the artist but he was too busy concentrating, blue eyes flickering from Blaine to the pad of paper in his hand.

"We drove to Cali and got drunk on the beach

Got a motel and built a fort out of sheets

I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece

I'm complete

Let's go all the way tonight

No regrets, just love

We can dance until we die

You and I, we'll be young forever"

Kurt added detail as he went along, the sketch had to be done quickly, but he was pretty pleased of it. He realised it was weird drawing a picture of someone you have never even spoken to before but this guy was smiling at him, he didn't seem to mind.

"You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream

The way you turn me on, I can't sleep

Let's runaway and don't ever look back

Don't ever look back"

Blaine didn't mind at all, in fact he found it rather endearing and flattering and wow this guy was really cute.

"My heart stops when you look at me

Just one touch, now baby I believe

This is real, so take a chance

And don't ever look back, don't ever look back

I'ma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight"

Kurt continued to sketch the guy, doing the last touches as the song came to a close, adding texture to the curls of his hair, small details to his jacket and guitar and eyes.

"Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream

The way you turn me on, I can't sleep

Let's runaway and don't ever look back

Don't ever look back

My heart stops when you look at me

Just one touch, now baby I believe

This is real, so take a chance

And don't ever look back, don't ever look back

I'ma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight

Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight"

Blaine finished and smiled properly at the guy. God, he really was cute.

Kurt smiled back as the guy finished playing and politely applauded from his spot on the bench.

Then he remembered the trauma of his life; the I Just Quit My Job thing and the fact his dad would just get at him for quitting, he had to deal with Rachel and her problems and act the supportive friend and just shit basically.

Kurt brought his hand to his forehead. His inner monologue scolded him – "God Kurt, why would you draw a complete stranger in the middle of the day just when you've quit your job, you're such an idiot" He shut his eyes for a few seconds and breathed out shallowly.

When he finally looked up again, the boy and his guitar had gone. See, Kurt, even the cute guitar player has a life of his own to get to.

Suddenly, a steaming polystyrene cup was shoved under his nose. Kurt looked up, startled by the figure standing there.

"Any chance I could see that picture?" Guitar Guy asked, grinning.