Hi! This is a new story, obviously, that I'm starting and I hope you like it. I don't even really know where the idea came from or what is going to happen in future chapters. Let me know if you even like it, and if it is sucky, then I won't bother continuing :D. I don't own Glee.

I can't believe I'm even here! It's the first thing I think of when I wake up everyday and go to sleep every night. Living in New York is literally a dream come true. Growing up in Lima, Ohio, I never thought I would get out of there. I was always afraid of leaving my dad alone. That was until I introduced him to Carole. She was perfect for him, and still is! I feel a lot more comfortable leaving home knowing she is there to take care of him and watch what he eats. Becoming an intern at Vogue is not what I always thought I would be doing. I wanted to get into NYADA. It used to be my only dream. Then, when I didn't get in, I decided to come out here with Rachel anyways and try making a career out of my fashion. It worked.

"Kurt, are you ready yet?" Rachel called from the living room. I rolled my eyes and walked into the room and spun around.

"How do I look?"

"Fantastic!"

I smirked, "Of course I do."

"We are going to be late for our dinner reservations if you don't get a move on!"

I held my hands up, "Okay okay! Let's go!"

We walked out of the apartment making sure to lock the door and started the walk to Annabelle's which was 4 blocks away. We walked with our elbows linked around one another and talked about how Rachel's day was.

"I was partnered up with this horrible horrible man who doesn't even know how to sing! How can I possibly show my teacher my amazing vocals when I can't even sing a duet with someone at the same skill-level as me?"

"Maybe singing with him will show her just how good you are and how bad he is."

She cocked her head to the side, "Hmm.. never thought of it that way Kurt. Thank you. Hopefully that is it! So now that we have talked about my day, how was yours?"

I sighed and looked down, "I love interning at Vogue, honestly, it's just that Vicki makes my life a living hell."

"She is the other person interning with you, right?"

"Yes and she always feels like we have to compete against each other. I'm tired of competing! I just want something to work out for me and not have anyone else trying to take it away from me. All through high school I competed for solos against you and lost every time, I competed against many people during my NYADA audition and didn't get in, and now I'm competing against Vicki just to get noticed."

Rachel dropped her head on my shoulder and rubbed my back, "I'm sorry you have to go through this, but maybe a little competition is healthy. If you take the nice and being kind route while she is vicious, it will show your boss who they would rather have work for them long term."

"Stop right there and put your hands up!"

Rachel and I stopped dead in our tracks and turned around and was faced with a huge man in a mask, with dark green eyes, and a gun pointed at us."

"AHHH OH MY GOD OH MY GOD! KURT! I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY IN MY PURSE! GET IT OUT!"

I looked at her like she was crazy while the gunman laughed, "Don't even think about it princess! Hand over your wallet, purse, cell phone, watches and jewelry!"

Rachel folded her arms, "Excuse me, but what are you going to do with a necklace that says 'Rachel'?"

I hit her in the arm, "Who the fuck cares and just listen to him! Do you want to be killed?" I quickly grabbed my wallet, phone, and watch off my wrist and handed it to him. He put in in his pocket and then grabbed Rachel's purse out of her hand and held his hand out waiting for her necklace. She sighed and handed it over. Then as soon as he showed up, he was gone.

"Oh my god, I can't believe we were just mugged!"

I looked over to Rachel who just started sobbing. I quickly hugged her and held her tight. "Come on. Let's go to the police station."

We finally walked another 6 blocks to the nearest police station and walked up to the front desk.

"Hi, my name is Quinn, what can I help you with?"

"Hi, I'm Kurt Hummel and this is Rachel Berry. We were just walking to dinner about 6 blocks back and we were mugged. "

The blonde acted like this was nothing new, living in New York it probably wasn't, and handed us some paper work. "Just fill out this information while we get a police officer in here to take your statements. This is just asking about your name, address, phone number, etc."

We both took the clip boards and got to work. Just as we finished filling out all our information, a man in black pants and a tight blue officer's shirt came and stood talking to Quinn. The first thing I noticed was his muscles. His shirt left nothing to the imagination. I would give anything to feel his arms. Dumb, what am I thinking? He is probably straight! You never hear of too many gays being police officers! Then he turned and looked right at me and I almost melted instantly. He had the honey colored eyes and a sad smile on his face. He walked over and held out his hand. I quickly took it and felt my fingers tingle, "Hi, I'm Kurt Hummel and this is Rachel Berry." He nodded and took Rachel's hand. She looked just as amazed as Kurt felt. Of course she would find him attractive too. "Hi, I'm officer Anderson. Want to come with me to another room and I can get your statements?" We nodded and followed him.

"So, let me make sure I've got all the info. This happened about 20 minutes ago, male all in black, about 6 foot 2 inches, green eyes, and it happened about 6 blocks from here? If this is all the information I have, I hate to say, but there may not be a chance we find him. I would suggest you shut down your credit and debit cards right away. If there is anything we find of yours if we catch him, we will bring it to your place."

The officer started to stand when I thought of something, "WAIT! I just thought of something!" He sat back down and stared at me, "When he reached for Rachel's purse, his sleeve moved on his arm and I caught something. He had a tattoo of some sort on the inside of his wrist. I'm not sure what it was, but I know that it was words and not a design." He quickly wrote down what I said and smiled softly, "Thank you, Kurt. That small detail could go a long way." He stood up again and reached into his pocket. "Here is my number in case you remember anything else." I took it from him and whispered my thanks. Rachel shook his hand again and then he reached for mine. When we shook hands, I couldn't help but notice that tingle again. I was probably just going insane.

"See you two around." And then he winked.

As soon as he left the room, Rachel and I said at the same time, "He just winked at me!" We both gasped in shock and looked at each other. If we both thought that, then who did he really wink at?