Chapter Eight: The Beginning?

“Wow, I love New York,” Holly Anderson gasped. She was currently hanging off Blaine’s arm and looking wide-eyed around Times-Square. It was just after her sixteenth birthday and Blaine had decided as a present he would take her to a show on Broadway. His littlest sister had been thrilled. They had conjoined rooms at a mid-range hotel near-by. They had been sight-seeing all day but now Blaine had to drag Holly back the hotel to change and get ready for the show.

The show they had tickets for had only been around a couple of years but was gaining high praise. Blaine himself had been dying to see it for a while. He seated himself down in the plush seat and flipped open the program he’d bought. He glanced over the cast, mostly unknowns except for the two leads. He smiled at the picture of Rachel Berry. He’d been vaguely watching as her career had sky rocketed. She was even more talented than she had been when she’d been lead of New Directions and trounced the Warblers two years running.

He pulled out the sheet form the playbill that informed which actors were replaced with the understudies for that night. He glanced down and sucked in a shocked breath when he saw the last understudy who was on. Kurt Hummel. The lights went down and the show began.

*

Blaine downed the shot and coughed hard.

“First person you kissed?” Louise asked. Blaine was very drunk and beginning to wonder why he’d let her persuade him to come out.

“Todd Campbell, he was a Senior in my school’s glee club when I joined. Very dark and mysterious. Turned out he just liked to get into boys pants,” Blaine slurred.

“Jake Knight, we dated for like two months, very long relationship at the time. Okay, first time.”

“Freshman year, Allie.”

“Your current boyfriend? Blaine that’s so dull. ‘Nother shot?” They drank again as Louise told him, rather too graphically, about her first time.

“The one who got away?” She asked.

“That’s easy. His name was Kurt Hummel, we were only together for a little while, during the summer between high school and college. He’d been in coma for ages, so he still had to do two years of high school despite being a year older than me.”

“You’re drunker than I thought.”

*

During the intermission Blaine had scrawled a note on the piece of paper he’d pulled from the playbill. Now he was dragging Holly through the crowds to the barrier where the stars would exit.

“You are such a fan boy, Blaine, it’s kinda embarrassing,” Holly said, exasperated.

“This isn’t about autographs, it’s about something far more important than that.”

“Ok, who are you and where is my brother.”

After a short while, Rachel Berry came out the door. She smiled and signed autographs. She grabbed Holly’s program, who had decided she might as well get autographs out of her brother’s crazy phase. Blaine grasped her arm.

“Where’s Kurt?” he asked desperately. Rachel’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“You know Kurt?”

“Yes,” Blaine answered desperately. She looked at like she was considering calling cops, if he hadn’t be so worked up he would have been happy at her protectiveness of Kurt. Suddenly recognition flooded her eyes.

“Wait I remember you, you’re the boy, the came looking for him before, when he had his accident. Didn’t you two date after he woke up?”

“Yes, yes we did.”

“He’s right there,” Rachel nodded towards the door before moving on. Blaine turned and locked eyes with Kurt. After a second Kurt broke it signing his own autographs, a smile plastered to his face. Having only been an understudy he had far less autographs to sign than Rachel had and in no time at all he was stood in front of Blaine.

“Hi,” Blaine said breathlessly.

“Hi,” Kurt answered calmly.

“You were fantastic,” Blaine said honestly, handing the folded piece of paper to Kurt, who smiled gratefully and said thank you, before he moved on eventually sliding into the car beside Rachel.

As Blaine and Holly walked back to the hotel from the theatre his phone began to ring. It was an unknown number. He answered quickly.

“Hello?”

“You copied my note from that day in the coffee shop,” Kurt’s voice said on the other end of the line.

“Not really, it was a different phone number,” Blaine replied.

“True. I can’t believe you just showed up out of nowhere.”

“Pretty much what I was thinking about you.”

“I never forgot you.”

“Me or…”

“You.”

“I missed you.”

“Want to meet up for coffee?”

“So much.”

“Great, tomorrow?”

“What about the boy in the dream.”

“That’s the funny thing about dreams, they fade.”