It was easy to guess that Kurt hadnt returned to the bar after the incident with Sam and his girlfriend, Mercedes. His pride was hurt more than anything. It wasnt like he was heartbroken, he didnt really know all that much about Sam and he wasnt some little boy that fell in love without even getting anywhere with them, as Kurt hadnt with Sam.

Kurt hadnt realised exactly how much time he had spent going to the bar until he stopped going and realised that he hadnt really done much else apart from the time he spent working on his studies. The only friend he had managed to make had been Sam and he hadnt seen Rachel for quite some time. Whenever he knocked on her door she wasnt there so Kurt assumed that she had made some friends and that she was spending time with them.

He would try her again tonight, he wanted someone that he could talk to about everything and she was his best friend, even if he hadnt exactly been acting like one lately but he was sure that she would understand.

On the plus side Kurt had got a lot of work done, spending his time shut up in his room. He was well ahead of those in his class and his teachers were very impressed by him. At least something was going right for him, he supposed.

It took a week for Kurt to finally be able to get a hold of Rachel and boy was he shocked when he finally did. She had completely changed. She had highlights streaking the ends of the hair and gone were her bangs, her hair was now swept mostly to one side. And her clothes? Well Kurt definitely approved of her change of wardrobe even though it was completely unexpected of the Rachel that he knew. Gone were any jumpers or tops with animals on the front and her little pumps had been replaced with different kinds of boots and high heels.

"I had my New York make-over Kurt! Everyone goes through one and they come out the other side even more prepared for the New York and the world. Ive made so many new friends since my make-over and Ive gained a ton of respect. I have so many gatherings that Im going to that Im practically booked for the whole year!" Rachel boasted, happily.

"Wow, thats awesome Rachel." Kurt was really happy for her.

"Its like Ive found my true family, you know? Were all amazing and talented, though of course Im the most talented in the group. We all go out partying to clubs! Kurt I go out to clubs and by alcohol with my fake I.D. Its so much fun!"

Kurt had a hard time containing his shock. He would never had imagined Rachel to be out drinking and partying but he supposed she was growing up and expanding her horizons. He couldnt help but feel a little left behind. Rachel had kind of made it clear that he was no longer a part of her social group even though she insisted that he would always be her best friend. Kurt didnt hold much by that, doubting that with the new life that she seemed to obtain and the little that Kurt had done since he had got to New York would ever mesh.

He had briefly seen the kind of people that Rachel hung out with at college and they had made it clear that they didnt think that Kurt was good enough to hang out with them. Suddenly he felt like the kid on the sports team that didnt get picked till last and the feeling sucked even more when you were older. They had reluctantly invited him out at the request of Rachel but Kurt didnt have a fake I.D so he couldnt go anyway and he didnt really have a problem with that. The people that Rachel was hanging out with now didnt seem like that kind of people that Kurt particularly wanted to be spending any time with.

So that was how Kurt found himself spending more and more time alone and he was honestly getting a little sick of it.

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Blaine leant back from his piano feeling very positive about the song writing session that he had just had. The song was almost finished, all the melodies were in place and the lyrics were written, waiting to be sung. And that was where Blaine came across his problem. The song had been created for a specific voice. The owner of that voice was the guy that Blaine had heard singing. He had no idea who the guy was, what his name was or if he would ever see him again.

Blackbird, as Blaine had labelled him for now, had frequented the bar for a few weeks after the performance that had shocked Blaine to his core but all of a sudden he had stopped going to the bar and Blaine had absolutely no way of getting a hold of him. It sucked because Blaine was particularly proud of this song but it would never be fully complete without that voice. It was the voice that Blaine had heard in his head as he had written the song and the lyrics. This song was practically written just for this guy. And it sucked that he might never even get the chance to hear it.

He had seen that Blackbird had spent a lot of time at the bar and had talked to Sam so Blaines last port of call was going to be his best friend even though Sam would probably ask all sorts of questions that Blaine didnt really want to answer. But he really wanted this song to be perfect and he wanted to finish it. He honestly thought that it deserved that. He decided to give it another week and if he didnt see the guy then he would talk to Sam.

That week came and went and there was no sign of the guy. One might think that he had been a figure of Blaines imagination but Blaine didnt believe that. He waited until one evening when they were all round at Sams girlfriends house. She wasnt a college student even though she was the same age as them. She had a recording contract and was in New York recording the music for her record. She had lived in Los Angeles but she had wanted to be closer to Sam so she had told her rep that she wanted a more New York sound to her album, whatever that was.

Blaine, Sam, Mercedes, Wes and David were all there for a movie night. It was a rare Saturday that Sam had off and they were all looking forward to relaxing somewhere other than the bar and they would be able to have a proper chat with Sam without him having to disappear constantly to help customers.

"Hey, Sam. Can I talk to you for a sec?" Blaine asked, shifting himself so that he was on the edge of his seat in the armchair.

"Yeah, whats up buddy? Girl problems?" Sam asked jokingly.

"I kinda figured that we could talk in private."

"Come on man. Were all friends here." Sam reassured Blaine.

Blaine sighed, knowing that Sam didnt want to move and miss any of the film they were watching. It was Avatar so Blaine knew he had seen it at least a billion times.

"Well I was wondering if you could help me find someone actually." Blaine said, knowing it would garner Sams attention and he was correct.

"Whore you looking for? And is it out of vengeance?" Sam asked.

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Its not out of vengeance, Sam. I heard this guy singing during a karaoke session at the bar and ever since then I havent been able to get his voice out of my head. Ive written a song based around that voice and its not going to be complete without it. I know it sounds weird and the guy will probably think Im an utter freak if I ever manage to find him but it just demanded to be created." Blaine said, letting his passion mask the nervousness he was feeling.

"Youre looking for a guy? What does Amy think to that?" David laughed while Sam and Blaine shared a knowing look.

"Its not like that. Honestly I just loved his voice so much and the music just came to me. Will you help me try to find him?" Blaine asked, a little pleadingly.

"Sure buddy. You wanna give me any clues?" Sam asked.

"The guy that sang Blackbird, I cant remember his name, even though he said it that evening. I noticed that he had been sat at the bar a lot and sometimes it looked like you guys were talking." Blaine said.

"Oh you mean Kurt?" Mercedes asked.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah that guys name is Kurt. Hes a first year. That night that he sang the song about the bird was his first night in New York." Sam said.

"Oh wow thats awesome. So you know him? Can you get me in touch with him?" Blaine asked, inching even further forward on his chair.

Sam frowned. "I wish I could buddy but I have no way of contacting him. I havent seen him since the night that I introduced him to Cedes. Its like he has completely disappeared from the planet. Something a bit funny going on there." Sam said but shrugged it off.

"Damn." Blaine muttered to himself.

"Hey, dont look so down. Just keep your eyes peeled around college. If he attends NYU than eventually youre going to spot him wandering around. Just be patient. Youll meet when youre supposed to, when the time is exactly right." Mercedes said, giving Blaine a reassuring pat on his arm. She was a big believer in fate and things happening for a reason.

"I guess." Blaine said, settling back in to his chair.

The room went quiet apart from the movie playing. Everyone in the group was looking more at Blaine, completely confused as to why he was so upset about this and why that guy was so important to Blaine. Even they didnt quite understand the song writing process that Blaine went through and they couldnt possibly understand why Blaine needed that boy.

"Well all keep an eye out for you mate." Wes said.

"Thanks guys. I appreciate it."

"I do know that he studies Musical Theatre but thats about it. I dont know if that helps anything." Sam said with a sad smile on his face.

"Ill try to keep a look out." Blaine said and turned back to the television.

The guy was probably going to be impossible to find as there were a ton of Musical Theatre students in the first year that always got thinned out by the second year. Blaine just hoped that this guy turned up again.

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Kurt stared at the flyer that had been given out after his acting class. It was for a dance class that any of the students could attend, twice a week in the evening. He wouldnt mind giving it a go actually. He had always felt that his dancing could be improved and he had to admit that he was struggling with all the moves in his dance classes in school. He might even make some friends while he was there. He was beginning to feel pretty lonely and was starting to wonder whether New York had been a mistake. He didnt want to return to Ohio, he hated the place but at least he had a support network there. Making his mind up Kurt slipped the flier into his bag and headed for home.

The dance classes started that night so as soon as Kurt got back to his room he got his dance bag and packed his clothes into it, adding a brunch bar and his water bottle, which hed fill up when he got there. He was kind of excited to finally be doing something. He felt like he hadnt really done much since he had got to New York and after the whole humiliation over Sam. He really needed to pick himself up and get into gear.

He grabbed microwave lasagne out of his mini fridge and warmed it up in the microwave. He didnt want anything too heavy because he didnt know what level of dance the class would be and he wanted to make sure that he wasnt too hungry but at the same time he didnt want to eat too much so that the activity of the dancing would make him feel ill.

He ate quickly, not wanting to be late and disturb the class. He made his way back to the main buildings of NYU and into the dance hall.

There were already a few people there getting the place set up. So far it looked like he was the only boy there and there were five other girls as well as someone who looked like she would be the teacher.

Kurt went into the changing rooms and got changed into his dance kit before going back into the room and over to the teacher. Her name was Madeline and she was very helpful. Kurt arranged payment for the classes with her and went to help the girls that were arranging the room. Only a few more girls arrived later and Kurt was definitely the only guy in the room and he tried not to let that make him self-conscious.

The dance class went really well. Everyone there was at difference levels and Kurt wasnt the worst one there. There was someone that was very advanced and Kurt didnt actually know why she was there. It didnt seem like she needed any help and when Kurt asked she told him to mind his own business before replying that she just loved to dance but she had no formal training to take it anywhere and this class was the training.

"The name is Santana. Santana Lopez." She said, allowing Kurt to shake her hand.

"Kurt Hummel."

"I like you Kurt. Youre not that bad of a dancer and I saw you singing at The Hangout. You were good. As it goes Im looking for someone to hang-out with this weekend and I figure that you could use a friend like me. What do you say?"

Kurt was taken aback by Santanas bluntness but he had to be honest that he really did need a friend and Santana seemed like a good choice. They werent at all alike so Kurt wondered how a friendship with her would go but it was better than nothing.

"Im free." Kurt said.

"Good. Give me your number and Ill call you."

The two exchanged numbers and went their separate ways. As Kurt left for home he was happy that he had put himself out there. Santana might not have been the first choice of friend but that was the beauty of New York, Kurt supposed. You never knew what could happen.