Hey guys :) So this is a new story that I got the idea for yesterday while I was at my Dad's. I've been wanting to do a story like this ever since I read Ersatz by Press528491 (you should totally go read it, it's awesome!) but I couldn't think of anything. Now that's changed - this is only rated T because I don't think the boys will go as far in this story as they [eventually] will in Something's Coming, but also because this is more about how they help each other.

I hope you enjoy it! C xx

The music was loud – too loud. Kurt couldn't think straight, and he wasn't even inside yet. He was still in his car, getting ready to get out and walk down the little red carpet that always seemed to be outside these blasted events, with his manager, Scarlett, sat to his left. That's how he knew the music was too loud; it was already giving him a headache and he was still outside.

"Do I really have to be here?" He whined, slumping back against the seat and shutting his eyes tightly.

"Yes, Kurt, you do. Now get up; you're nearly up." Scarlett nudged him, pointing out the window when he opened his eyes. Kurt looked out at the huge crowd of people, flashes emanating from somewhere within them as another Hollywood actor or actress strolled down the red carpet looking immaculate.

"But no-one knows who I am!" Kurt complained, staring at her with pleading eyes as he silently begged her to just teleport him home and put another famous face in his seat instead. But Scarlett just stared back at him, shaking her head slowly and smirking ever so slightly. She knew how much Kurt hated these public events, especially since he had purposely kept his public profile low for so many years only to be thrust into the spotlight.

But what else was he expecting to happen? His last three novels had flown off of the shelves at break-neck speed, one of them had been made into a star-studded Hollywood movie and now the latest one was heading in the same direction. All Kurt had to do was show up to a few parties and events over the next few weeks and rub shoulders with the stars and directors who could very well be helping him boost his bank balance significantly.

"Yes they do, Kurt," Scarlett reassured him; she'd been told that the director who had transformed his last book into a hit move was attending, as well as a few of the minor cast, which meant that there would be some people who would know Kurt. And anyway, these parties weren't about who knew you when you arrived, it was about who knew you when you left. "Now get your ass in gear, and don't fuck this up."

"You have such a way with words." Kurt rolled his eyes teasingly, smiling at his manager.

"I know," She replied curtly, her attention turning to her Blackberry as a small beep indicated a new e-mail. "Love you, Kurt."

"Love you, too, Scarlett." Kurt replied just as his door opened, and with all the grace and elegance he just knew he had, he climbed out of the car and said a quick thank you to the security guard who had opened his door. He then proceeded down the red carpet, knowing that most of the paparazzi would have had to check their lists to remember who he was. But either way, whenever he stepped onto a red carpet, all of the camera flashes directed at him, Kurt felt special; loved. Stopping every few steps to pose for the cameras he was directed towards, Kurt slowly made his way up into the party, producing a small ticket from his pocket at the door before being allowed inside.

"What are you doing here?" A gruff voice called out behind him, making the man stutter his last sentence. Running a hand through his hair, Blaine smiled to the group of ladies he was speaking to and held up a hand to excuse himself before turning around. His heart beat quickened as he imagined a tall, muscular man with a scary moustache and evil eyes behind him, but couldn't help but laugh when he turned to see his friend Noah 'Puck' Puckerman stood behind him. Sure, he was tall – taller than Blaine, at least – and muscular, and his eyes did hold a small glint of menace in them, but he was Blaine's friend. Blaine let out a shaky sigh as Puck grinned and slapped him on the back, nearly knocking him flying; Puck just didn't know his own strength sometimes.

"Hey Puck!" Blaine beamed despite nearly being winded, punching Puck's shoulder playfully in return. "I could ask you the same question!"

"Grizzly 'Gomery made me come," Puck shrugged, grimacing slightly as he glanced at the scene around him. Grizzly 'Gomery was the nickname Puck had given to his manager, Wes Montgomery; he really was a nice guy, but Puck always complained about Wes working him too hard and the nickname was born. "I don't know why, though – I'm not even doing a film anytime soon!" Puck was one of the best action movie stars around, doing most – if not all – of his stunts and barely earning a bruise.

"Well, it's all publicity isn't it?" Blaine completely ignored the group of women surrounding him and headed to the bar with Puck, now in the mood for a decent conversation with one of his closest friends. "And-"

"Any publicity is good publicity!" Blaine and Puck cried in unison, quoting Blaine's own manager, Thad Harwood. They laughed together as Blaine ordered two beers, and once they had arrived the two men moved away from the bar to an area of plush seating. Hardly anyone sat down at these events, and it made Blaine wonder how those girls could wear such devastatingly high heels for so long without the burning desire to sit down and take the weight off.

Blaine suddenly felt a pair of arms drape around his neck, seeing the mirror image of what was happening to him as the same thing happened to Puck opposite him. On the back of Puck's chair was a slender brunette in a very short white mini dress with very high white stilettos, and she was perched over Puck, her hands sliding further down his chest as she leant down to whisper in his ear. Blaine's grip on his beer bottle tightened as he felt the breath of the girl perched on his own chair against his ear.

"Why don't we go somewhere more private?" She whispered huskily into his ear, but Blaine found himself more aggravated than aroused.

"I'm good, thanks." He retorted gruffly, keeping his eyes away from her as she huffed and walked away. Blaine watched as Puck grinned, obviously having been asked the same question, and rose out of his chair to follow the girl up to one of the many rooms in this huge fucking hotel. Blaine felt angry at his friend; not because he'd gone ahead and gone off with some girl he didn't know – that was totally a Puck thing to do – but because he obviously hadn't thought about leaving Blaine alone. Not that Blaine exactly wanted Puck to be thinking about him while he was having sex with a girl, but because, despite his cool exterior, Blaine was petrified of these parties. It was full of people who knew his face and his name and came up to him to ask him questions he didn't know the answer to, and he had no idea who they were.

That was how he ended up strolling out onto the large patio that ran the whole length of the back of the hotel. Before him, a perfectly manicured lawn rolled out for what seemed like miles under a sweet sunset that cast a pale red glow over the gardens, and about 300 yards in front of Blaine a figure wandered around, lonely of any companionship. Always one for making new friends, even at these wretched parties, Blaine walked briskly across the grass to the figure. He realised as soon as he took his first step that the figure was a man; a man with perfectly coiffed hair and a somewhat impeccable fashion sense.

When Blaine finally reached him, the man was facing away from him and humming to himself; the sound was beautiful, musical, and even though Blaine couldn't quite place the music he immediately decided that he loved it.

"Excuse me?" Blaine reached out his hand and placed his hand on the man's shoulder. He felt the man jump beneath his touch and retracted his hand, getting his smile ready for when the man turned around.

Blaine wasn't expecting what he saw when the man turned around; a pale complexion that reminded Blaine of a porcelain doll his grandmother had but suited this man's elegant features perfectly, features that should have been too effeminate for a man but again, they suited this guy amazingly. And then there were the distracting, deep pools of glasz that were staring back at Blaine with curiosity and a slight hint of fear. Blaine had never been so breath-taken by a man before.

"Yes?"

Kurt's breathing hitched as he felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder. "Excuse me?" A voice like warm honey spoke behind him, and immediately Kurt felt his stomach knot; it was beautiful. Kurt turned around to see a dark-haired man stood behind him smiling warmly, his hair gelled down but obviously naturally curly. Kurt wondered what this guy would look like with curly hair before realising that this guy was still staring at him. Staring at him with beautifully deep hazel eyes with hints of honey tones as warm as his voice, his pupils slightly dilated in the dwindling evening light.

"Yes?" He stuttered, his voice slightly deeper than usual due to his throat being dry. The man was still staring at him, lips still parted slightly from speaking, and Kurt began to worry that he had gone into some sort of shock. "Are you okay?" His gaze searched the other man's face, checking for signs of life or otherwise, when the man suddenly shook his head, snapping out of an obvious daydream.

"Sorry," He laughed softly, the sound catching Kurt's heart by surprise and causing it to skip a beat. "I'm Blaine," Blaine offered his hand out to Kurt, who shook it cautiously. "I actually came over to ask you that question." He poked Kurt's chest with his finger, making Kurt's heart pick up on all the beats it had avoided previously. Blaine frowned at him worriedly, his eyebrows furrowing in concern for Kurt seemed to be a fainted man standing.

"I- I'm okay, thank you," Kurt blurted, burning bright red. "Why did you come to ask me?" Blaine seemed taken aback by his question, his eyebrows jumping towards his hair as he looked away from Kurt as if the answer would magically appear if he looked for it hard enough. "I mean," Kurt amended. "What made you want to come over? Did I look lonely or something?"

"Actually, yeah, you kinda did." Blaine looked to his feet and Kurt ducked his head in embarrassment. "I'm sorry; I didn't quite catch your name?" Blaine's eyes twinkled and a small smile played on his lips.

"Kurt."

Okay i didn't mention this up top but just to let you guys know that this whole story will be shorter than Something's Coming - SC is my pride and joy right now, and I'm going to make sure I write it to perfection! Not that I won't do that with this, but- oh you know what I mean! ;)

While you're still reading this (I hope you are) I'd just lie to do a little shout out for my friend RainySunnyEnding - she's going to be writing a Klaine fanfiction soon and it would be awesome if you guys could go and check it out! She also writes Titanic stuff too, but it's all awesome and I love her work! Thanks guys :) x

Reviews make my day :)

C xx