"Kurt?" the soft tone of Rachel's voice floated through the door. He groaned and buried his head deeper in his pillow. Last night had been a complete disaster after Adam had left, he tried to follow Blaine to explain but the female waitress stopped him in his tracks with a "I don't know who you are but leave him be for the night"

Kurt had lost the will to live at that point so he'd given up and gone home. Rachel had waited up for him but he had shrugged her off, hiding behind his bedroom door.

"Kurt? Talk to me" she said, knocking on the door, and speaking more loudly.

"Come in" he grumbled, curling up on his side and facing away from the door. He felt the bed sink as she sat down beside him, her hand on his shoulder.

"What happened Kurt?" she said softly, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly.

"I messed up big time Rach. And no I don't want to talk about it. Not yet anyway. Just tell Adam I'm sorry if you see him today" he replied.

"Do you want me to leave you to mope?" she asked; she got a curt nod in reply.

She smiled sadly, and said "Well there's some of that peach green tea and a sandwich here when you want it. I gotta go to work, but if I see Adam, I'll tell him"

"Thank you" he mumbled, turning briefly to face her, a small smile flashed in her direction. "Love you" he added as the bed returned to normal balance and the door shut with a soft click.

"Love you too" she called back and then the apartment was silent.

Kurt shifted so he was on his back, staring up at the ceiling. He needed to do something, he felt terrible about making Adam feel so awkward and he felt terrible because Blaine probably hated him now. But the thing that confused him the most was why did he care? Blaine was still a total stranger to Kurt yet he was completely broken up about the fact he had upset him.

Blaine had made an impression on Kurt; he wasn't sure if it was positive or negative yet but Kurt didn't like the feeling of unease creeping over him that he had hurt Blaine's feelings. And never let it be said, Kurt Hummel didn't sort his shit out.

Grabbing his phone, he tapped out a message.

"Can I explain?- K" Kurt's phone flashed at him that Blaine had read the message (thank God for iPhones Kurt thought to himself) and was replying.

"Nothing to explain is there?" the reply came. Kurt sighed and blinked at the message.

"Blaine, please, I don't want to do this over text and there is an honest explanation. Can I just come meet you somewhere?"

Blaine let out a deep breath as he read the message on his phone. Kurt had hurt his feelings, badly. But there was something about him, something endearing, something amazing that Blaine couldn't just get rid of like that. He replied with his address.

"It better be a good explanation."

Half an hour later, Kurt knocked on the door on the apartment Blaine sent him too. He squeezed his eyes shut briefly, doing a mini internal pep talk before the door opened.

He was met with a curly haired Blaine, looking gorgeous in sweatpants and an old shirt but god, he looked good. How does someone look that good?

"Hello" Blaine said, both coldly and brightly at the same time.

"Hey"

Blaine pulled the door open more and gestured for Kurt to come in. It was a small apartment, but it was cosy and homelike. There was a kitchen off to the left, a sink full of dirty pots and large bottles of soda and water stacked on the side. In the centre, there was a coffee table, piled with magazines and oddly, a fruit bowl.

Blaine shuffled to the couch in the centre of the apartment, moving a pizza box and offering the vacant seat to Kurt.

"So?" Blaine said awkwardly, tucking his feet beneath him as he sat down.

"Look I really didn't mean to make you feel awkward or bad or anything like that and I certainly didn't mean you were no-one to me" Kurt said quietly but sincerely.

Blaine opened his mouth to speak but Kurt shushed him. "Just hear me out? That my first date with Adam, he knows my roommate and she set us up. He's not my boyfriend, which I'm guessing you got the impression of?"

Blaine nodded guiltily- well who could blame him really? A guy like Kurt being single?

"And when I said you were nobody, can you really disagree? We only met three days before and I barely know you. But you are somebody I would love to get to know. Not many guys write their phone numbers on your hand you know? You're special, I can tell that much. I want to be your friend Blaine, I want to know you. I'm really sorry if I hurt your feelings"

"I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions and embarrassing you like that. I'm honestly not like that normally; I was just tired and confused. Can we start over? I'd love to be your friend Kurt" Blaine smiled; an actual proper smile and all tension Kurt had been harbouring disappeared. His hunch about Blaine had been right; he was a genuinely lovely person.

"I'd love to be able to start over. Kurt Hummel" he said winking, and holding his hand out for Blaine to shake.

Blaine laughed and took Kurt's hand. "Blaine Anderson. Why do I get the feeling I have sang to you before?" he said, grinning.

"You look suspiciously like one of my sketches"

Blaine rolled his eyes and stood up. "Sorry about the mess in here. Me and my roommates aren't great at cleaning up. Want a drink of anything?"

"You should try going to my step-brothers apartment – it looks like a rubbish bin threw up. Water'd be great thanks"

"Speak of the devils" Blaine said, pouring water into a glass, as the door handle turned slowly.

"Kurt?!"

"Tina?"

Voices rang out in surprise.

"Oh my god, hi! What are you doing here?" Tina said, rushing towards Kurt and engulfing him in a huge hug.

"Hey! I've missed you! And well I came to apologise to Blaine"

Tina pulled back from him and eyed both boys warily. "Apologise? You two know each other?"

"You two know each other?" Blaine asked, an eyebrow raised, leaning back onto the kitchen counter.

"Me and Blaine met a few days ago and we kind of got off on the wrong foot. But it's okay now. And Blaine, me and Tina went to high school together, we were in the show choir, New Directions surely she's told you?" Kurt said enquiringly.

"Yeah...she has. Wait, you were the guy in the New Directions I had a crush on when I was seventeen?!"

"Oh yes he was Blaine" Tina grinned, nudging Kurt in the ribs as the realisation came to him too.

"No...the Warblers?" he breathed, eyes widening in surprise.

"Guilty as charged" Blaine said shrugging, smiling a little.

"Huh creepy" Kurt said, shaking a little to try and rid himself of the niggling thought at the back of his head. 'There was a reason you liked him straight away. He was your first crush who wasn't straight' the voice said.

"Right Kurt, it's been lovely seeing you. And sorting our little misunderstanding out. But I have work in an hour and I am not dressed yet. So...I'll call you soon" Blaine said, pushing himself up off the kitchen counter. It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

"Of course, you don't mind if I stay here and talk to Tina for a while do you?" Kurt said, as the girl grinned at him.

"Not at all" Blaine said, wandering off towards the bathroom and shutting the door.

"So" Tina said, dragging Kurt towards the couch. "Tell me about this little misunderstanding!"

Ten minutes later and Kurt had finished telling Tina about how they had met and they had moved onto reminiscing about high school.

"Do you still live with Rachel? How is she?" Tina asked.

"Yep. I haven't managed to get rid of her yet" Kurt said winking. "She's good, she has her first major part actually. She's playing Dolly in the new revival of Hello Dolly!"

"I'll be sure to come see it!"

"So how do you know Blaine?" Kurt said, enquiringly.

"Oh, he and Mike met at summer camp a few years back and they stayed in touch..." as Tina talked, the door to the bathroom swung open.

Kurt couldn't help but let his jaw drop as Blaine walked towards his room. His black hair was tousled and wet, a towel balancing precariously on his hips and that chest. Kurt had suspected Blaine was built but wow, the man had abs. Blaine shot him an embarrassed smile as he darted into his bedroom.

"Um, earth to Kurt?"

Kurt turned his attention back to Tina. "Oh god, sorry, I ...er"

Tina raised her eyebrow and nodded in the direction of Blaine's bedroom.

"Do I sense a crush?" she said quietly.

"Maybe. Yes, I don't know. I barely know him but god he's so hot. And sweet. And nice. Please don't tell him I said that" Kurt rambled.

"I promise. But seriously, you two would be cute" she caught his eye and smiled.

Two days later.

Kurt was tidying up the kitchen, humming a nameless melody to himself when his phone buzzed.

Blaine Anderson "Hello :)"

Kurt smiled a little. Being unemployed had left Kurt rather bored stuck at home and he was thankful for Blaine's texts during his breaks or just to keep Kurt company.

Kurt Hummel "Hello yourself :)"

Blaine Anderson "Fancy meeting me in the park in an hour? I have some songs to sing and I'd love you to be here. I'll buy you coffee after? :P x"

Kurt Hummel "Well free coffee and a show? How could I refuse? ;) See you there!x"

Kurt did a mini happy dance to himself. He liked where this was going. This friendship. It was flirty still and Kurt always liked being friends with his partners beforehand.

He was about to go get changed when his phone started ringing. Glancing at the screen, it was unknown number. He frowned and picked it up warily, expecting it to just be a cold caller.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Kurt Hummel?" A woman replied, her accent significantly English.

"Speaking. May I help you?" Kurt answered, pulling a chair out from the kitchen table and sitting down.

"My name is Joanna Redwood. I work at the University of the Arts London. I'm looking for young artists who show amazing promise in the field of art and design to join a two year course. It would involve working with other artists, exploring your own creativity, projects and learning how to discover yourself as an artist. Where you want to be, what you want to focus on. I have seen a few pictures of your work on the internet and I must say, Mr Hummel, it's fantastic. You show such promise"

"I...er, wow. Thank you. I'm sorry, am I understanding you correctly? You want to join this course? Me?" he said, in shock.

"That is correct. I'd love to have you here. Obviously, you would have to apply and our department would review it, but honestly, I think you're a cinch to get in here. You'd thrive with us Mr Hummel"

"I'd love too! Thank you so much! How do I apply?" he replied excitedly.

"I will e-mail you shortly with the details. You will need to include a personal statement and pictures of your artwork, it can be any type. A sculpture, a painting, anything you think is worth us seeing"

"That sounds great! I look forward to the e-mail!"

"I look forward to hearing from you. Goodbye Mr Hummel"

Kurt hung up and had to take a minute to just breathe. This was incredible. Two years in England? Doing art? This was the greatest opportunity he had ever had.

He grabbed his laptop and immediately began to decide which art pieces to send. He settled for a picture of the New York Skyline he'd painted a while ago but he was proud of it. Then a Broadway collage that had summed up roles he had once wished to play and the music he loved so dearly. A picture of a sculpture, another painting.

Finally, his eyes settled on a sketch drawing. A recent one. One of a curly haired singer, sat on a bench, strumming his guitar. It wasn't finished, but it was good. Kurt bit his lip. Would the University accept a hasty sketch drawing?

Kurt clicked 'attach picture'.

Blaine had come into his life for a reason. Something had compelled Kurt to draw him, sitting there. Kurt had always believed in fate. Life had thrown him this, so he might as well try.