SHOUT OUT TO KLAINERS STILL KLAINING in 2018. I love you guys!

If anybody I can trust to get viewers to watch this movie it's Klainers, because we're from Klaine. The land of awesome. Now this is based on an international French movie, I want to absolutely say from right now I owe ABSOLUTELY NO RIGHTS to this movie. I'm surprised people have already reviewed this story, when in fact I could do a lot better checking it. It seems rather rushed sorry, that wasn't my intentions. I'm reviewing over every chapter because I don't want to be a sloppy writer like I was in the past.

I just want to spread word of it's adorable sappiness. If you watch the movie you'll get an idea how it's going to end. I'm usually terrible coming up with an ending with Fanfics, which is why I tend to procrastinate finishing them but since it's based on this movie, and I really love the ending it's going to have a similar effect.

It's been a while since I wrote a fanfiction. Or anything at all to be honest and I love writing. I've had massive nostalgia for fanfic I've been reading over the classics like Dalton and Little Numbers, and thinking what on earth happened to me? I used to be such a hopeless romantic, well in fact I got to experience some romance early this year, and I got let down so the pain is raw but my sappy heart hasn't changed. Anyway - moving on. It's called Blind Date. You can watch it on Netflix, guys it's amazing. I too have had to watch the subtitles in response to the reviewer who tried to pick up on their French (kudos to you). I can't speak French if my life depended on it, but still it's worth seeing.

Though there's a piano bit that's a bit weird, but just sit through it, I promise if you like this fanfic you'll enjoy it. I just changed a few things to match the characters of glee.

Chapter 1

Moving in

Kurt Hummel has done it. He finally moved out to a place in New York. Sure it's on the small size, and it's basically the space of what his wardrobe should be but that's not the point. He has so far accomplished what he set out to do.

"You sure you don't want me to help you unpack?" Rachel asked as they finally dropped of his last moving boxes into his living room.

God the last thing he wanted was Rachel touching any of his things but he didn't say that aloud.

"Yeah I'm all good!"

The good thing about living in Ohio is that you're in America. America is close to all the other places in the world that are amazing and thrilling. Ohio isn't that special, but it's close. He had been experiencing living in a small flat by himself back home to get a taste of what it would be like on his own and so his dad wouldn't fret about him moving to a new city.

Kurt admired his cozy little apartment. Everything was in the one room except for the bathroom and the kitchen. It was painted a yellow colour called 'Bees Knees' and it had a desk next to a window where he planned to do some of his fashion research for work. He worked for Isabelle Wright in and he had gotten promoted, hence the move.

Kurt sighed as he finally got freedom to himself placing his satchel down into his new already furnished apartment, he had planned to get his stuff unpacked so he could straight away get to work but within 3 minutes of entering his new home somebody started singing, really really loudly.

As far as he was concern the windows were heavy and they had double windows which is what had sold him to buying the place and he couldn't hear the busy outdoor traffic of NYC which was a relief, noisy neighbours he couldn't stand. The man next door was singing Push it.

He planned on updating the door though, because even though it had a lock on it, it still looked like one of those thin doors that anyone could break into. The owner said as long as he paid for it, and told him before hand he didn't care what Kurt did with it. The owner had also assured him that the guy that lived there apart from him was as quiet as a mouse. You never even saw him. What rubbish. e should have known better. He dialed Rachel's number and she answered after the third ring. "I thought you'd call, everything okay Kurt?"

"Listen to this!" Kurt said putting Rachel on speaker so he could put the phone to the wall as the man sang. "So all you fly mothers, get on out there and dance, I said it. Dance!"

Rachel laughed in the background. He groaned muttering something about "So much for quiet neighbours"

"Oh my god it reminds me of high school, remember we wanted to sell sex to the audience to get more members for glee club?"

"That's not the point Rachel, the owner of this building told me I'd have no trouble getting some quiet space! I went to an inspection of this place twice and not once did I hear singing"

Kurt paced his living room where the noise was coming from. There was a thin wall which looked like it had been put up to separate the two apartments, when really it could have once been a penthouse.

"Hey maybe you should ask him to sing with you, I mean when was the last time you actually had a date"

"I don't care if he's single, I'm not ready for a relationship Rach. I bought this apartment to do my work"

"C'mon boys, let's go show the guys that we know. How to become number one in a hot party show. Now push it" Kurt did not even want to appreciate the change of lyrics of girls to boys, he was too angry to even think of going over there and joining him.

"Okay calm down Kurt, he's just singing I'm sure he'll stop eventually" It was as though the man could hear him, like he was trying to be annoying because he put on what Kurt guessed he was trying to make out as a sexy accent "AH – PUSH IT. PUSH IT GOOD"

He put one finger in his ear as he tried to hear Rachel "and then you'll have your peace, no need to be so uptight" Kurt was pacing, and he knew she was right. He did have to calm down but he didn't like admitting it when Rachel was right.

"Gee thanks for the pep talk" he sighed as he sat down on his comfortable couch that he admittedly got from the cheap side of town in a Salvos store. Still it was a good brand and in good condition. No point buying top of the range when you couldn't afford it. It's the price you paid for living in an expensive city.

"I love you boo!"

" AH PUSH IT," oh my god.

"Yeah love you too" He smiled regardless, he couldn't help but feel appreciative of Rachel. She's one of the one that stuck around after high school.

"OHH BABY BABY - BABY BABY,"

Kurt flushed as he remembered the old days, he was still mortified of that song and he can't believe they put themselves in that position "OHH BABY BABY – BABY BABY"

But the man didn't stop like Rachel suggested he would. He sang all the dirty songs. "Well honey, I've been so sick, so sad. Whenever I'm happy it makes you mad. I hope your ass breaks out in a rash. You remind me of my deadbeat dad. Fuck off! Go away! Yeah, fuck off!" Yep Kurt hated this guy.

Kurt had finally finished settling his things except for the kitchen box when he turned on his computer whichh sat by the desk facing Hyde park. "I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock. Your peacock, cock. Your peacock, cock, cock

Sure the man was good, but his taste was disgusting. He banged on the wall "can you please stop! I actually have work to do, and I can hear every damn thing"

The man increased his volume. "I WANNA SEE YOUR PEACOCK, COCK, COCK. YOUR PEACOCK, COCK. YOUR PEACOCK, COCK, COCK,"

"YOU'RE VILE!" Kurt shouted in anger. The man laughed almost wickedly. Did he hear Kurt? If he heard him, it's obvious he's doing it to annoy him. Bastard.

Kurt turned on word document and stared at the blank page right till his neighbour's next song.

"Oh Baby girl, where you at? Got no strings, got men attached. Can't stop that feelin' for long no. Mm You makin' dogs want to beg. Breaking them off your fancy legs/But they make you feel right at home,now oooow"

Oh for Gaga's sake.

Wait… Gaga. He put Lady Gaga Born this way on really really loudly. Ah finally. He could tolerate this, but he found it almost impossible to work. He didn't work with loud music, music sure, but loud music no. Kurt sighed. "So much for my new life" Kurt said to no one in particular.

He had a knock on the door. Oh good a distraction.

He opened the door and there stood his dad with a big grin on his face and flowers in a vase. He new Kurt loved having flowers in his room. "Dad? What are you doing here?!"

The singing stopped. Well maybe there was a god in this world.

"Can't I help my son settle in?"

"You didn't have to fly all this way. Don't push your heart"

"My heart is fine Kurt. I had that heart attack eight years ago. You have to stop worrying about me" His dad put the flowers down on his kitchen table which Kurt smiled at. They were red and yellow roses. His favourite. Kurt fiddled with the flowers for a bit arranging them in a way to make him satisfied with their appearances.

"I'll try but I can't promise that" he gave his dad a huge hug. "Kiddo that's my job, why do you think I'm here? Now does anything need fixing?"

His dad raised an eyebrow when he noticed the poor paint job on the ceiling. There was no way he was letting his dad climb a ladder. His ladder was ancient to begin with anyway. Somebody left it there as a welcoming gift.

"Other than your wardrobe?" Kurt asked seriously. His dad laughed "You haven't changed since high school, Kurt checkered shirts are back in fashion if you hadn't noticed,"

"Dad I work in the fashion industry, they haven't been in fashion since 1940s when Marilyn Monroe started wearing them,"

His dad should know this. He even sent him the article about it.

"Carole likes them" His dad shrugged as he looked around Kurt's apartment. Kurt followed him from room to room.

"No, she just loves you, she puts up with them. At least Carole's sense of fashion has improved over the years, did you even compliment her haircut last time?"

"Kurt, I compliment the woman everyday,"

"Well that's something,"

"You make me sound so unromantic," Burt rolled his eyes "Don't you remember I proposed to her in the school grounds, that was like a rom con moment,"

Burt sighed as he stopped in the bathroom and frowned probably thinking how small it is "Anyway I didn't come here to argue about my clothes kiddo" they continued on to the bedrooms and the small balcony. "Nice place kid,"

"No nothing needs fixing dad" Kurt smiled happy to see his father. "I can't believe I actually made it here" They finished the little tour in the kitchen with his dad nodding in approval. The kitchen was Kurt's favourite aspect of the place too. It was vintage with green doors but it was cute and cosy and he had his mum's recipe books lined up on the wall.

"You did. You always did what you set your mind to, I'm so proud of you, can I at least make you a cup of coffee?"

"I haven't even had time to set that up. My neighbour was being a pain"

"Was he having loud sex?" His dad said with no filter as he wiggled his eyebrow with a cheeky grin.

"Dad!" Kurt covered his ears. Burt laughed at the gesture. Yep his son hasn't changed. He had worried about that happening when he got to New York as well. All this excitement and thrills and parties. He didn't want anybody to change his boy for who he was, but he knew he had to grow up eventually.

"I'm kidding! I just love riling you up" Burt ruffled his hair and for once Kurt didn't mind.

Kurt gave in when his dad gave him a huge hug. His dad found the box that said kitchen labelled on it and began getting out the coffee machine. He began setting it up for Kurt.

"He was just singing really loudly" Kurt answered as Burt got all the equipment out for the coffee machine.

His dad put the plug in and within five minutes he was making coffee.

To be honest Kurt was hopeless setting things up, he had been procrastinating it and he was dying for a coffee.

"You two should get along then" Burt chuckled. "I miss your singing already"

"I don't need to mingle with anyone, I got Rachel,"

"She's always working like you," Burt said as he poured grounded coffee beans into the machine he had also brought over alongside the roses.

"Yeah, that's why we make a great team" Kurt teased his dad knowing he hated this topic.

"So how's work going" his dad asked also knowing Kurt was a workaholic. He wished his son would get out more and meet the man of his dreams.

He worried Kurt would isolate himself in the new city like his early high school days, but he had warned Rachel to keep an eye on him which she promised she would. At least she went out and met people in the city.

"Haven't had a chance to get back to it yet"

Burt stopped what he was doing and looked at his son surprised "wow maybe New York will be good for you after all"

"It's not like that, I just hadn't a chance to start like I said loud neighbour"

"I like him already, is he single?"

"Why is everyone asking that? I'm" –

"Not ready for a relationship I know" Burt finished for him but sighed heavily "but Kurt, you've never had a relationship, not one that counted, when will you be ready?"

"Maybe I'm not someone whose meant for that dad"

"Kurt, I'm sure that's not true. You're special kid," His dad always had a way to make you feel like holding onto him and not letting him go. He wasn't expecting his dad's arrival today. He had a conference to get to in Washington anyway.

"You're my dad, of course you think I'm special, but honestly dad I'm okay, really, don't you have to be in Washington tonight for a meeting?"

"I just want you to be happy son, and yes but that's not until tonight, Mr Schue is going to meet me at the airport,"

"I am, I'm in New York, this is my dream. I still can't believe you're running for President again,"

"Well, someone has to get rid of Trump's party,"

Turned out his dad had to get back in time for dinner with Carole and his baby girl.

"How she going?" Kurt asked not knowing how to help his step mum and wished he could do a lot more. Maybe it was too soon to move to New York?

Burt sighed "It's hard on Finn's birthday or when his favourite team plays a football game. I see her pain then. I know it's not the same as it would be if I lost you, but it's almost as though as I feel her pain anyway. At least she's getting better at sleeping again, and little Melody helps keep a smile on her face,"

"Do you think moving to New York was a bad idea? I should be there to help. I can't believe I have a sister. It still baffles me,"

"Kurt, you did enough when your own mum died looking after me, and getting me back on my feet. As well as the heart attack, you've done enough. You need to follow your own dreams now, looking after Carole is something I can do. You've procrastinated your own dreams for too long now, time to live your own life kiddo,"

"Okay, but I will be back home in time for the holidays, let Carole know if she needs anything I'm only a flight away, and give Melody a kiss for me,"

"I will son, but look it's been 6 years, and we know death isn't something you can just move on from, it gets better though," Kurt hugged his dad. "I love you dad, tell Carole I love her too,"

"We love you too son, and Kurt?"

"Yes dad? No matter how much I love Melody and Carole, neither could replace you. I'm proud of you,"

Kurt's eyes welled up and he gave his dad another hug not wanting to let go. "I love you dad,"

"Love you too kiddo,"

His dad finished his cup of coffee with Kurt, help him set up a few more things like his bed and lightbulbs and then was on his way.

Kurt had one final task to do. He put a few pictures up on his work desk. One of him, his dad and his mum when he was a kid, one of him and his dad, and then a picture of his new family, which contained his dad standing beside him, with Carole next to his dad and Finn on his other side. One more photo of the glee club with Burt and Carole in the front with Mr Schue. That was his favourite photo. The days of glee was the best days of his life.

He missed it every day.

Once again Kurt turned on his computer "Last night, I got served, a little bit too much of that poison baby"

He glared angrily at the wall which the noise was coming from.

"Last night, I did things I'm not proud of, and I got a little crazy"

The man was singing at the top of his lungs now.

"Last night, I met a guy on the dance floor, and I let him call me 'baby'"

"Why don't you go to a Karaoke bar!" Kurt shouted.

The man was practically screaming the lyrics now "And I don't even know his last naaaameee!"

Kurt had it. He grabbed his bag and to make a solid effect as he slammed the door shut behind him.

He stomped his way down the stairs till he reached one of the lower apartments and banged on the door a bit.

The man who opened the door was in his late 50s. He reminded him of his own dad, holding a beer in his hand and looking annoyed at disturbance but unlike his dad his facial expression wasn't kind. Still, Kurt stood tall and didn't let it show on his face, that this man's poor appearance worried him. This wasn't high school. He was an adult. He could stand up for himself.

"I'm sorry if you're busy sir, but I live in the apartment upstairs that just got sold, do you happen to hear any noises from upstairs?" He was going to try and get another witness so he could make a complaint on his neighbour.

"Oh so you're the fucking queer who keeps singing. I'm trying to watch football you know, the buckeyes are playing"

If his own dad can spare time from watching the buckeyes to visit his son, this man could give him a few minutes.

"No sir, it's not me it's…" Perhaps it was a mistake giving away his address.

The man grabbed his tshirt collar making Kurt yelp in surprise. Kurt knew there was no point in arguing with the man as his breathe smelt of pure alcohol "If I fucking hear you singing one more time faggot, I'll make sure you regret it. So many bloody queers in New York, I'm fucking glad Trump's president. He'll put a stop to y'all,"

Kurt got the door slammed in his face and he stood there stunned.

He didn't feel like being in that place anymore. He left, grateful that he had at least taken his keys and bag so he could walk down the road to get a coffee.

He wondered if his dad going for president was a smart choice. After all you know what happened to some presidents in America. It made Kurt shutter to think of anybody killing his father. Maybe he could talk him out of it, but then again he knew his father. He was as stubborn as he was, when he wanted something to happen, he made it happen.

Isabelle Wright had met him in Ohio one day when she was trying to sell her products all around the country, and he had been working at home on his computer to help her overseas on her website, but now she had given him a promotion and an opportunity to move to New York where her office was based. He couldn't pass it up. The best part is, that he still got to work from home, and email her. It just meant some days if they needed a work meeting, he would be able to attend and give in his ideas and perspectives.

Originally he had wanted to work on Broadway like Rachel had been doing the last two years. She had been cast in CATS, Funny Girl, Grease, Les Miserables etc and she was always in the spotlight. He knew he couldn't do as much as she did everyday. She worked her ass off to get to where she was, and he couldn't just drop his family every time he needed to do a show like she did. His family came first.

He found a small coffee shop down the end of Hyde Park which was literally a five minute walk from his apartment and bought himself a muffin to take home and heat up in the microwave. Okay, no more procrastinating. Time to get back to walk. He walked back through the park appreciating the sunshine and the squirrels running up the trees. He smiled. It felt like home to Kurt.

He put on some courage and walked past the man's apartment that had previously grabbed him. He wasn't going to let anyone scare him like they had in high school.

He was better than that.

He sighed as he sat down and nibbled at his muffin. It was quiet again.

"My-my-my-my music makes me so hard makes me say oh my Lord, Thank you for blessing me with a mind to rhyme and two hype feet. That's good when you know you're down. A super dope homeboy from the Oaktown. And I'm known as such. And this is a beat uh u can't touch"

He jumped when he heard a loud bang at his door.

"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU FUCKING QUEER TO KNOCK IT OFF"

His neighour stopped immediately.

"I…" Kurt panicked. Was he going to knock down his door? "I'm sorry," Kurt yelled back not ready to deal with that just yet.

The man hit his door again "I'm dead serious boy, you fucking sing again and you're dead"

Kurt's eyes welled up. Why did people have to be so cruel?

"I hope you're happy now," Kurt said tiredly to the wall, not knowing whether his neighbour could hear him or not, he wasn't talking loud, so probably not.

The singing stopped for a while. It wasn't until when he had finished doing some work that he heard noise again. "I'm sorry for getting you a death threat, that wasn't my intention,"

"What was your intention? Singing the worst possible songs in history?" Kurt huffed but surprised he could hear the man so clearly.

"Hey, Peacock was a classic. No. I was hoping I'd get rid of you. I had this place first, and every time I sang those songs it worked, but you're the only one that stayed after Fuck off,"

"You need help," Kurt replied curtly but glad to be at least having an adult conversation about it.

"Is it wrong to want my own work space? I got here first. It's cheap, it's the only thing I can afford, and not everybody has a dad that worries about them enough to help them settle in,"

"You heard all that?" Kurt was stunned.

"I also heard you sang Push it in glee club yes and that you have a sister called Melody. This wall has the worse sound proof problem in all of New York, but there's nothing we can do about it. They won't pay to get it fixed, and I'm sure if you're living here in the first place, you probably don't have the money to get it fixed either,"

"I understand your concern, I like to work in my own space too, but can't we compromise working hours and get this worked out like proper adults rather than trying to kick me out of the building?" Kurt suggested.

"And when somebody wants to masturbate, should we schedule that as well?" The man added. Kurt flushed hard. Glad the man couldn't see him. "I don't,"

"Everybody masturbates,"

"Not me," Kurt denied. The man laughed "What are you, a recluse?"

Kurt got angry at the comment "No I just don't do that,"

"You also never had sex from what I hear,"

"You're an asshole,"

"I'm a lot worse. You'll move out within the week,"

"Try me,"

"Oh I would, but I don't do virgins"

He was psycho was having sex the next night as though to rub it in Kurt's face. Kurt could hear everything. It wasn't loud enough that the man downstairs would come and knock on his door but it was loud enough to stop Kurt from getting sleep.

Every night the man was with somebody. Jesus.

By Sunday Kurt woke up with red tired eyes and knew it would be another restless afternoon. Kurt had a plan.

"Coming home used to feel so good. I'm a stranger now in my neighborhood
I've seen the world at a faster place, And I'm coming now from a different place. Though I may look the same way to you ….Underneath there is somebody new"

The noises stopped. Kurt was sure he got rid of the man's partner by now and he grinned in satisfaction. "I am not the boy next door! I don't belong like I did before,"

"What is this payback or something?"

Nothing ever seems like it used to be. You can have your dreams but you can't have me
Oh, I can't come back there anymore. 'Cause I am not the boy next door

Kurt knew he was pushing his luck with his neighbour downstairs but if anything he had locks on his door. He was safe inside.

"You've been saving those souvenirs, faded photographs from our foolish years,"

"Of course you sing broadway. I should have expected it,"

"We made plans but they're wearing thin, and they don't work out 'cause I don't fit in"

And those memories 'll just weigh you down. 'Cause I got no place to keep 'em uptown

"If you think you're annoying me, you're wrong!"

"I AM NOT THE BOY NEXT DOOR. I DON'T BELONG LIKE I DID BEFORE,"

"IT ISN'T WORKING,"

"NOTHING EVER SEEMS...LIKE IT USED TO BE, YOU CAN HAVE YOUR DREAMS BUT YOU CAN'T HAVE ME"

"You won't get the high note, you'd have to be on Broadway to get the high note,"

Kurt ignored him. Nobody knew his own voice like he did.

"Oh, I can't go back there anymore. 'Cause I am not the boy next door

I'm not sorry for just being me. But if you look past the past you can see
That I am not. Nothing ever seems like it used to be. You can have your dreams, oh but you can't have me. I can't go back there anymore. 'Cause I am not (you are not), I am not (you are not), I am not. The boy next door"

"Jesus are you on broadway?"

"I gather your partner is gone?" Kurt added wondering why the man wasn't moving around his apartment to get back into his clothes. Instead he heard the clicking of a computer.

"To be honest I was using a porn videos" ah that explained the clicking. "All week?" Kurt asked incredulously.

"How else does one masturbate?" He could almost feel the man shrugging. "You were doing that all week?"

"A man should be allowed to have his fun, you can say masturbation you know,"

"Why don't you just go out and meet someone?" Kurt asked and added "People are happy to do that without consequences"

"I'm not comfortable with going out," The man's answered "People tend to make me want to slap them in the face, they don't seem to really care you know? but for some reason you don't make me feel nervous. I like your sassiness,"

"Uh…thank you. That's actually one of my bad qualities, some people mistake my sassiness for being bratty,"

"I don't think you're bratty at all. I think you just like things your way. I can't dispute you for that,"

They were silent for a minute. Kurt couldn't believe someone could understand him in such little time. Nobody else saw it that way except his family and close friends like Rachel. The man added "Perhaps I was a bit harsh in the beginning, is the option to compromise still available?"

"Will you stop playing those videos all week? I haven't been able to sleep, you turned them up so loud. It was worse than the singing,"

The man laughed "Do you really think I sound that bad?"

No you sound dreamy. There was no way in hell Kurt was going to admit that.

"You sounded fine, I wouldn't choose those songs to sing though,"

"Lady Gaga ha?"

"You heard that," Kurt was leaning back on his desk chair chuckling.

"Told you. I hear everything, even when you think you're singing quietly, I can hear you singing When I get you alone in the shower,"

"Oh my god," Kurt was actually mortified. He may have lied when he said he didn't masturbate.

"Got your mind on anybody?"

"Shut up,"

"So you DO masturbate?"

"Shut…up"

"Okay okay, but can I ask you something?" The voice behind the wall questioned.

"Are we suddenly friends now?" Kurt couldn't help but ask.

"Perhaps we could be. If you wanted that, but that's not what I was going to ask,"

"I'd like that actually but shoot go on," Kurt added.

"Okay than pal how come…" Kurt rolled his eyes "Don't call me pal"

"Don't interrupt"

"Bossy"

"Sexy"

"That's not even a proper comeback" Kurt told.

"Just shut up and let me speak Kurt,"

"you know my name?"

"your dad and Rachel said it a few times,"

"Jesus you do hear everything,"

"I told you! Kurt!"

"Okay I'm listening, sorry."

"What did you mean when you said you didn't think you were meant for that kind of thing with relationships? You can't possibly be worse than me. I haven't left my apartment in 6 years,"

Kurt was surprised to hear this.

"You haven't left your apartment in six years?"

"Kurt,"

"Okay sorry… well I meant what I said. You know how you can say mas…mastur….THAT WORD comfortably over and over again?"

He heard the man hum "Yeah?"

"I'm not so comfortable with it,"

"What do you mean? Are you religious or something?"

"No, I'm exactly what you said. I'm a virgin, and I have absolutely no experience. That's why I'm uncomfortable with it. I like romance, and everything that comes with it, which isn't as popular these days so it seems. I'm 24 and I haven't even had a relationship with a guy. It makes me look pathetic when I go out, and people wonder what's wrong with me that I hadn't even had a first real relationship"

"I think your dad's right when he said you were special Kurt,"

"You hardly know me," Kurt complained.

"I know you're irritable in the morning when you don't have your coffee from what I hear when Rachel calls you. I know she's your best friend and even though she annoys the hell out of you, you love her to bits. I know you talk to yourself when you're stressed out about work and you've been staring at a blank page all week, sorry about that by the way. I know your family means more than anything to you, and I know you like to sing in the shower, which by the way I also know you have a beautiful voice,"

Okay so he knew Kurt really well.

"I also know you snore,"

"I do not!"

"Do too,"

"But it's like a baby snore, it's really cute. Like it or not Kurt, we're pretty much in a relationship whether or not you agree. I kind of like this, not being able to see thing,"

"I don't think I could get in a relationship with someone who sings push it and peacock at the top of their lungs"

"Blaine,"

"What?"

"My name's Blaine,"

"Oh. Okay Blaine, can you explain to me why you haven't been out of your apartment in 6 years?"

There was silence for a bit. "Can you promise not to judge me?"

"I promise," Kurt said truthfully.

"I was the only openly gay kid at my school, but then there was a kid that took an interest in me. It was nice at first. I enjoyed the spontaneous hand holding, the peck on the cheeks, even the intense eye gazing. He took such an extreme interest that it became too much, because at that time I didn't think I wanted a relationship with anyone, I wasn't a romantic, and I didn't know how to do relationships either and I knew he wanted to have sex with me. He said it on more than one occasion, to let's just use the janitor supply closet, all the other kids did. I kept putting him off, and he kept getting annoyed. He started to shove me around, and pretend that he didn't like me. This went on for years," Kurt was quietly listening as Blaine continued. "Are you still there?"

"I'm still here,"

"Okay, anyhow he followed me after high school to New York. It creeped me out a little, and well I just couldn't go outside in fear I'd keep seeing him. Once I came home to find my apartment had been broken into and a note wrote down that I should never have left. I should have stayed in Lima, and that he'd be watching me. My mum says it should be safe by now to go outside, no one holds a grudge for that long, but I don't know Kurt. I just have this really horrible feeling. It's almost like getting anxiety attacks when I go outside. I'll admit it must sound crazy, but it took me a long time to get over that paranoia. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat, I was always wondering if he was outside my window looking to see if I was there. I just prefer the safety of this apartment,"

"That's pretty intense," Kurt agreed. "If it makes you feel any better I haven't seen anyone outside staring at your window. Why didn't you just get a restraining order?"

"When I tried to explain it to the police, I think they got turned off when they found out I was gay,"

"So much for community protection,"

"I'll say," Blaine answered.

"You know… I think this could work you and I, to be honest I was a bit sceptical coming to New York all by myself. I was lucky I had Rachel but it sounds like you had nobody,"

"I think it could work too. I'll be honest. It isn't all that bad. I do have one good friend Nick. He was in the Warblers with me. He's my best mate, he always comes to check up on me and buys my groceries, he's pretty much my Rachel. Speaking of which he should be visiting me tomorrow,"

"Would you like me to go when he comes?" Kurt asked.

"No, it's okay. I'm sure he won't be too loud, you should be able to get some work done,"

"Hey Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we call a truce?"

"I think we already have Kurt. I'm still so sorry I got you in trouble with that asshole downstairs. I thought he had moved, he gave me trouble when I moved here too,"

"It's okay Blaine. I'm going to get a new door on the apartment, so hopefully he won't be able to hear us as much,"

Kurt and Blaine sat up for hours talking about glee. Turns out Blaine was popular in highschool until he was practically forced to shut himself out from everyone when Sebastian came along. Kurt woke up early, he planned on walking to that coffee shop to get a coffee, he needed a walk outside. He didn't like to stay inside for too long if he could help it. He felt bad for Blaine. Maybe he could help him get outside and face his fear one day.

Kurt tiptoed to the door knowing Blaine had falling asleep after they talked last night.

"Good morning Kurt," He heard Blaine's voice as he was about to leave the apartment with his gloved hand on the door. He smiled. "Morning Blaine. I'm going to get a coffee, would you like one?"

"…..Nick will bring me one don't worry, enjoy though,"

"Thanks, hey Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"I enjoyed last night,"

He waited patiently knowing Blaine was probably getting into what he calls his funky socks so he can clean the place before his friend comes. He tried to describe them to Kurt last night when Kurt asked why he never heard him walking around the apartment.

"Yeah, me too,"