I'm thinking most fans are familiar with the spoilers we've gotten for the upcoming season. I don't know about you, but I'm heartbroken. So this is just a little something that I decided to write to make myself feel a little better.

I don't know what Blake's character is going to be (I just recently watched the Glee Project finale, and I haven't read anything regarding what he might be doing in the series, when he's coming in, etc.) But I just thought I'd make up a character for him to fit into my plot. I know it's probably unlikely that'd his character would start off in New York (I think it's kind of the rule of the Glee Project that the winner gets placed in the Glee club).

By the way, I also really wish that Aylin and Ali could've won parts as well. I just loved all three of them, and I thought they would've been perfect for the show. But oh well...

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. It belongs to the evil masterminds Ryan Murphy, Ian Brennan, Brad Falchuk, their evil minions a.k.a The writers, and the Deathstar a.k.a FOX.

Author's note: In case you're confused, the (a) stands for At, because this site won't let me put in the proper symbol.

Happy accidents

by HappyValentina

It had been a week.

An entire week since he'd had his heart torn out of his chest and stomped to a mush on the cement walkway at Battery Park.

And Kurt was nowhere near fine. It could be a long time before he could start feeling himself again.

He'd tried to keep his mind busy, tried to keep it off Blaine, and he tried to ignore how awful he felt; he wanted to distract himself, explore the city, turn himself over completely into his work at Vogue. But it wasn't easy.

For one thing, Rachel did not help. She was always crying over her own breakup, and as a good friend he had the duty to comfort her; the problem was that she wasn't very good at comforting him back.

Second, Tina and the others back at McKinley kept asking him how he was doing. So did Carole, but a bit more subtly. Even his dad kept checking up on him more often than usual. And his boss kept feeding him her favorite biscotti to make him feel better ("Comfort food, sweetie, works like a charm, but you better feel okay soon, unless you want to stop fitting into your pants"), and he wasn't about to refuse biscotti from his new boss, especially since this was a rare display of sympathy from an otherwise -to put it nicely- unrelenting woman; but he hated biscotti because it kind of reminded him of Blaine, and he didn't want to be reminded of Blaine in any way.

And the worst part was that, he had no idea what he was doing. It was his first breakup, and he didn't know what to do, whether he was doing better or worse than normal.

He just really wanted to know how Blaine was doing. He wanted know if Blaine was as devastated as he was, if he wasn't eating properly either, if everything he saw or heard reminded him of Kurt, and if it pained him just as much to think about him. A part of him hoped that he was just as miserable as Kurt, but the other part, the one that was still hopelessly attached to Blaine, really hoped he was doing okay.

Because he hoped that he could be okay eventually. Hopefully soon. Really soon.

"These things take time," his boss had said to him with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I know it sounds awful, but it is like a mourning process. You'll get used to it. Take it from me, I'm on my second divorce. It's nearly a walk in the park by now."

Kurt had nodded politely in understanding and walked out of the office, not feeling better at all.

These things take time, he told himself over and over again on Monday morning, staring blankly at the ceiling of his bedroom, waiting for the alarm to go off. He probably only slept for like an hour all night.

This thing better not take any more time; he was on the verge of ending up at the self-help section at Barnes & Noble.

It was indeed a mourning process. First came denial, anger and bargaining. Somehow, he didn't know how, he might have skipped over those three in perhaps a day, and had gotten stuck in the stage of isolating depression.

He dreaded the next stage: acceptance. He didn't want to accept this. Accepting that he and Blaine were over would just make it official. There would be no going back.

"Oh god," he muttered miserably, when the alarm clock buzzed and he had to throw off the blankets of his cocoon and face another day.

"Morning," mumbled Rachel pathetically, dragging herself into their tiny kitchen. She looked like she had been crying all night. Actually, Kurt knew she had been crying all night; he'd heard her clearly whilst lying awake in his bed.

"Morning," Kurt echoed, watching her fetch herself something to eat, which she would ultimately not eat because she was too depressed.

Today, after an entire weekend of not doing anything except the laundry and watching romantic films to torture themselves, Rachel looked exceptionally devastated. For all the ups and downs in Rachel's relationship with Finn, this one was particularly tough to recover from, considering that she had quite recently been engaged and enjoying the high of graduation and a victory at Nationals, but was now dealing with heartbreak, homesickness, and the brutality of the world of performing arts. Kurt felt that slightly bit worse for her than he did for himself.

He really hoped either one of them could be okay soon, because a tiny apartment with two people going through heartbreak was no picnic. Neither of them slept well, even though all they did in their downtime was sleep; the simplest things triggered crying fits; and there was not much in their kitchen except for ice cream and coffee.

"Honey, maybe you should take a day off," he suggested cautiously. Rachel shook her head slowly.

"I'm fine. I can't skip so early in the school year, that would be like suicide."

"I know. Just think about it, okay?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you just put salad dressing on your cereal."

Rachel looked down at her bowl, at the Balsamic vinaigrette coating the whole wheat corn flakes and dried strawberries, and started to cry.

After he'd managed to calm Rachel down, Kurt got ready for another week. Another long, bleak week of feeling angry and sad at everything, and having to hide it all, because he was just starting his internship, and he had to keep his cool; his depression at the bleak state of his love life had no place in the headquarters of Vogue. His boss would probably very much like it if he could start showing up with a good spirit once again.

He took his new route through Central Park. It's not that he had to walk through Central Park. In fact, he usually walked alongside of it to take the Broadway line at Columbus Circle. But this week, as part of trying something new, he decided to go out a little earlier and have a nice stroll in the park.

It made all the difference in the world, even if it was a rather short walk. Autumn was just beginning, so the trees were still quite green. It was amazing to walk through this city and be surrounded by foliage from all sides, instead of cars and buses. There were people everywhere, walking, jogging, riding bicycles, roller-skating, playing with their dogs; people having picnics, reading on the grass, on benches. There were couples hugging, kissing, walking hand in hand.

Geez, there were a lot of couples. He wasn't sure if he was just irked, or if they were really PDA-ing all over the place.

He had the unfortunate coincidence of walking right past a gay couple, possibly in their sixties, sitting on a bench with their arms around each other, each reading a different section of the New York Times. One of them casually grabbed the other's hand and brought it to his lips for a quick kiss.

And Kurt tried not to stop and stare at them like they were ruining his life on purpose, but he did for a second -not that they even noticed-. He couldn't help it. He shoved his hands in his coat pockets and forced himself to keep walking.

But he didn't make it far. He found the nearest bench, as far away from the couple, and he allowed himself to cry it out quietly. He sat there for a few minutes, letting it out. He pulled a tissue out of his bag and wiped away the tears that were silently spilling down his cheeks, and breathed deeply.

Getting over Blaine was proving to be the hardest thing he'd ever do, since coming out. He knew it had only been a week, but god, why did he feel so shitty? Why did everything have to constantly remind him that he had gone from being in love to having all the joy squeezed out of him?

He took another deep breath, got up, and kept going.

As he reached the corner of Central park and Columbus Circle, he checked his watch. Perfect time. He gripped the strap of his bag and adjusted his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and stepped out of the busy park and into the even busier street.

"HEAD'S UP!"

Kurt barely processed the voice and the accompanying ringing of a bicycle bell, when he turned in time to see a blurred figure right up in his face. He was suddenly flat on his stomach on the pavement, and almost immediately his mind registered the pain on his left leg and both his hands.

"Oh god! Oh god! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

There was a crash and heavy steps, and Kurt assumed the cyclist had dropped his bike and rushed over to him. He was going to sit up, but a pair of arms helped him up to his feet. Kurt hissed a little as he dusted himself off; the butts of his hands were a little scraped.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't see you! Are you alright?"

The young man seemed to be talking at a million miles per hour. He spotted Kurt's sunglasses on the sidewalk, picked them up quickly and handed them back carefully.

"I'm fine. Don't worry," Kurt said, but he was hissing with the pain on his leg.

A few people who had stopped in concern lingered until they saw that he was fine. But the bicycle boy was nervously running his hands through his hair repeatedly and looking him up and down.

"Do you need to go to an emergency room?" he asked earnestly.

"No, it's okay," he said, shaking his head. He limped toward the nearest bench and sat down. Oh he'd get a big black bruise on his leg. But he wasn't about to make this guy feel worse.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Because I think it would be a lot better if I took you to an emergency room to make sure you're fine."

Kurt had to contain a smile, because the poor boy hovering around him looked worried that he thought he might pass out or something.

"It's okay. You didn't really hit me that hard," he said, looking for wipes in his bag to clean his hands.

"God, I don't even know what to say," the guy sighed, "I'm so embarrassed."

"Don't be, it could happen to anyone."

"I should've been more careful."

"It's alright. I should be more careful too."

"Don't even try. It was completely my fault. I was going too fast." The boy hesitated for a moment before sliding onto the bench beside Kurt. "Please, let me make it up to you in some way."

Kurt flinched slightly at the sudden proximity. He noticed for the first time that the boy was rather attractive -or actually very attractive-, staring at him earnestly with big brown eyes, and if Kurt hadn't been so bummed about the dreary start to his day, he would've been at least a little thrilled about having this handsome, dorky and adorable stranger fussing over him.

"It's really okay," Kurt said. The boy bit his lip nervously.

"Okay, well, could I... um, could I call you later, or tomorrow?"

Kurt looked vaguely puzzled, and the other boy cleared his throat nervously. "You know, just to- to make sure that you're okay."

"Oh, okay... sure."

The boy pulled out his cellphone and handed it to Kurt so he could program his number into it.

"My name's Tom, by the way." The boy held his hand out sheepishly. Kurt shook it.

"Kurt," he said, handing back the phone to its owner.

"Here, I'll give you my phone number too, in case you need anything," Tom said as he left a missed call on Kurt's phone. "Seriously, because I'm still very much in dire need to make it up to you."

"Okay, I'll keep that in mind," Kurt nodded. He stood up carefully. "I have to go to work."

Tom shoot up to his feet as well. "Okay, well... you're sure you're okay to walk?"

"I'm sure," Kurt said, putting on his sunglasses and starting off.

"Okay, well... sorry again," Tom called.

"Apology accepted."

Kurt could feel Tom watching him as he walked away, so he glanced over his shoulder and waved goodbye. Tom awkwardly waved back, seemingly embarrassed by having been caught staring, before hurriedly mounting his bike and starting on his way again.

Shaking his head and laughing lightly to himself, Kurt kept walking. He didn't realize at that instant that this was the first time he had laughed or smiled in a week.

He ran into Tom again just a few minutes later in the Starbucks on Times Square. Kurt usually stopped there, at the corner of 43rd and Broadway, the largest Starbucks in Manhattan, to get coffee, and sometimes a bit of breakfast, before heading back to 42nd, to the Condè Nast building where the Vogue headquarters were located.

As he was standing on the line to order, thinking maybe he should try to eat something as well, he saw Tom waiting for his coffee. As soon as the other boy spotted him, his eyes went wide and he rushed over, fumbling for his wallet inside his dark blue jacket.

"Please! My treat! My treat!" he exclaimed. Kurt flinched again, because Tom was standing very close.

"Um..."

"Please! It's the least I can do."

Kurt was starting to turn red. There was something very strong going on somewhere in his chest that completely and utterly prevented him from accepting this cute boy's offer.

"Tom, thank you, but you don't have to do anything-"

"No! Come on. It's barely even a thing. Please?"

Kurt thought about it for a second. "Maybe some other time," he said, ignoring the lump in his throat.

Tom's face fell. "Okay," he said, before walking away dejectedly, making Kurt feel rotten.

"You're late."

Isabelle was half-glaring at him from her desk, as he walked past the open door of her office. Kurt resisted rolling his eyes as he put his breakfast on his desk and took off his bag and coat. He was only three minutes late. Still, he faked heavy remorse.

"I know. I'm sorry," he said, just as Isabelle walked over to him, handing him a heavy set of folders.

"Kurt, don't do this to me. I need my prodigy to be on his best game," she said. "I know you're going through a rough time, and I understand, but you can't put on hold everything you've worked for."

"I'm not- I'm really sorry. It's just... I got run over by a bike."

His boss lifted an eyebrow and gave him a skeptical, icy-blue stare. "Okay. Well, are you hurt?"

"Not much, I just scraped my hands a bit and my leg got banged up a little, but other than that-"

Isabelle suddenly snatched one of his hands, her perfectly manicured nails accidentally digging into his skin, as she examined it with wide eyes.

"Oh my god! I thought you were making it up! Lisa, get Kurt some ice!"

She snapped her fingers at the person in the corner desk. Lisa, a tiny girl with platinum blond curls, practically dropped her sandwich mid-bite and stood up, heels clacking as she rushed out.

"There's really no need—" Kurt started, when a redhead walked in, a young man and woman in tow.

"Isabelle, as you requested, I moved the appointment to 3, and the conference call to 4. Also, this is from the new Proenza Schouler photoshoot they did. Maurice said they have some interesting outtakes. Also, I asked them about the Bottega Veneta, they said that they're going to have to do it again because Anna was, and I quote, 'not thrilled'. I confirmed your lunch reservation. And here are the new interns."

Isabelle's asssistant, Kelly, who reminded Kurt of Emily Blunt in The Devil Wears Prada -tho perhaps less bitchy-looking-, handed her a portfolio, and then pointed to the guy and girl with her.

Kurt almost laughed in disbelief when Tom's face contorted with mortification at the sight of Kurt.

"This is Arianna Colton, and this is Tom Farrell," Kelly said, pointing to them in turn. "I already showed them the way here, but a complete tour might have to wait, Jeff is currently unavailable."

Tom and Arianna shook hands pleasantly with Isabelle and Kurt. Kurt noticed that Tom's hand was a bit sweaty. He looked so nervous, poor thing.

"Great. Well, you two have perfect timing. The September issue is out, so it's downhill from here, until Christmas, of course," Isabelle said, going over their CVs. "Oh, Tom, you're from Ohio? Hey, Kurt, he's also from Ohio."

"Really?" Kurt smirked. Tom nodded sheepishly.

"Marion. You?"

"Lima."

"Great, you two can totally swap stories about living in the middle of nowhere," Isabelle added. "But not right now. Kelly, will you show them to their work stations, please?"

To Kurt's amusement, Tom would be sitting in the recently vacated desk next to Kurt's. He watched him awkwardly settle in under Kelly's supervision.

"There'll be a briefing later, don't worry," he said once Kelly and Isabelle went back to work.

"Great," Tom said awkwardly. Kurt took a bite of his bagel and swallowed.

"I guess it's my turn to ask; are you okay?"

Tom dropped his head onto the desk. "I can't believe I ran over my new colleague," he mumbled.

"It's okay, as I already said a million times," Kurt grinned. "And I'm not going to tell anyone, don't worry."

Tom lifted his head slowly. "Thanks. I'm just so... unbelievably mortified."

"You're exaggerating."

"No, I'm not... I just really, really need you to let me make it up to you."

"It's really okay. I'm not even in pain anymore."

Lisa sprinted back in that instant and handed Kurt a frozen pad. "Here you go," she said breathlessly in her tiny voice. Tom looked a little horrified, and Kurt rolled his eyes.

"You know what? Let's just forget about this," he said, turning back to his breakfast.

He could still feel Tom's eyes on him, making him very self-conscious. He met Tom's gaze for a second, and the other boy looked away quickly, flushed. Kurt chuckled lightly; the whole bumbling, awkward behavior was pretty cute, but maybe it would be better if Tom would calm a bit down.

There was a very faint intake of breath, like Tom was trying to muster the courage to speak.

"Okay, well..." he started, as if he finally got the nerve, "well, at least if you won't accept a coffee apology, then maybe... I mean, I could just buy you another grande skinny mocha... just because...?"

It was Kurt's turn to blush furiously. "You know my coffee order?"

Tom turned bright red and scratched his neck. "Well, I... kinda overheard."

Kurt was a little taken aback, admittedly. It was the awful feeling in the pit of his stomach, the one that had been with him since Battery Park.

He could easily tell Tom that he was flattered and politely refuse. But then he'd feel bad if he didn't explain that it was because he had just gotten out of a relationship, and that would've just reminded him of everything he was trying to forget, about Blaine, about the breakup, about feeling like the happiness had been zapped out of his life.

But instead he just smiled meekly. "Um, we'll see."

Once again, Tom's face fell like a ton of bricks. "Okay."

As he turned back to sorting through emails, Kurt suddenly spotted another biscotti Isabelle had left for him on his desk, and he decided at that moment that maybe it was time to get out of his funk. He knew that it was too soon to think about starting a new relationship, but it's not like he couldn't make friends. After all, Tom was also new to New York; he probably could use a friend as well.

"Sure," Kurt finally said. "Why not?"

A smile automatically spread across Tom's face. "Okay. Great. A-anytime you want."

Kurt shrugged. "Today's fine."

"Excellent," Tom cleared his throat and dialed down his smile. "I mean... great. I mean... okay."

"Okay."

"Just to clarify," Tom added as an afterthought, still flushed, "about earlier, after I- you know, I was- I was genuinely concerned about you, and that was not just an excuse to... um, get your phone number."

"Got it," Kurt nodded, turning back to his work, and pressing his lips together to keep from smiling.

Maybe this is exactly what he needed. And it didn't necessarily have to lead anywhere.

Yet.

Blaine walked into the choir room. He didn't expect anyone to be there, because he usually came a little earlier for Glee so he could be alone in the choir room. He wasn't used to being alone in the choir room, so he could use a few minutes to collect himself, to get into the right mindset, before having to put on a happy face.

However, Artie, Sam, Tina, Rory and Sugar were already there. They were in a corner, huddled around something and speaking quietly. They hadn't noticed him come in. Blaine approached them silently.

"Well," Sam said suddenly, scratching his head, "he certainly didn't waste any time, did he?"

"What's going on?" Blaine asked. He was surprised when his friends flinched and turned around quickly, almost guiltily.

"Uh, nothing. Just hanging out," Rory replied.

"Checking Twitter," Sugar said, a hint of a smile at the corner of her lips. Tina nudged her.

Blaine eyed them suspiciously. "No, seriously, is something wrong?"

They glanced at each other subtly, before Tina bit her lip and held up her phone.

"You might wanna see this-" she started.

"No, he doesn't," Artie hissed.

"See what?" Blaine asked nervously, taking Tina's iPhone and glancing at the open tweet on the screen. "Who's (a)TomWFarrell?"

No one responded. He guessed he was about to find out anyway.

Tom Farrell (a)TomWFarrell

Ran over a really cute guy on my bike today. Not a great start to New York. He's okay, tho. Me? I'm mortified. D: #FML

4h

Cute guy that I almost killed is at the same Starbucks as me. Still mortified. I offered to pay for his coffee and he said no. Bummer :(

4h

Turns out Cute Guy I Ran Over W/ My Bike works at Vogue too. Excited but forever embarrassed. Horrible mishap or happy accident? ;)

4h

As it turned out, (a)TomWFarrell was a new follower to (a)KurtHummel, and viceversa. Blaine stared in disbelief as he went back to (a)TomWFarrell's profile, and found that a new tweet had just been posted.

Coffee with (a)KurtHummel, aka guy I almost killed with my bike... Not such a bad start to New York after all... ;)

10s

Blaine looked up and realized the others had been watching him intently the whole time. He handed the phone back to Tina wordlessly.

"Are you alright?" Sam asked.

Blaine didn't reply. The bell rang at that instant, and Mr. Schue and the other Glee members promptly walked, so Blaine didn't have to reply. He didn't even know what to say anyway.

As everyone sat down, Tina sat next to Blaine, and waited for Mr. Schue to start explaining this week's assignment, and for Brittany to launch into some odd rant.

"Are you okay?" Tina asked. He half-shrugged.

"You know, this doesn't mean anything," she continued. "They've just met, and they're both new to New York and to work, they're probably just friends. It doesn't necessarily mean-"

"It's not my business anymore, tho, is it?"

Tina blinked. "What?"

"Kurt can do whatever he wants, and I shouldn't care," he sighed deeply. "I gave up the right to care."

He crossed his arms dejectedly and faced forward again. Tina watched him for a bit.

"But you do care, don't you?" she asked.

Blaine didn't answer out loud. Yes he cared, of course he cared.

All this time he had done nothing but care. He spent an entire week trying fruitlessly to not care about how Kurt was doing, of trying to find out secretly how he had been handling the breakup.

He always knew that, whether they were boyfriends or not, he'd always be concerned for Kurt's well-being, for Kurt's happiness. And never in a million years did he ever wish to be the cause of Kurt being unwell and unhappy. But now he was.

And now someone else, someone other than him, might become Kurt's new source of happiness.

That should be a relief. But it pretty much felt like a stab through his heart.

And he had brought it upon himself.

He'd had a week to think things over, and he came to the conclusion that he had made the biggest mistake of his life.

And he had no idea how to fix it.

I just found out Sarah Jessica Parker's character's name about five seconds ago and had to change it.

I made the unfortunate mistake to put my iTunes on shuffle while writing and proof-reading. "Ellie's badge" from the "Up" soundtrack came on while rereading Kurt's walk in the park. Tears ensued, and I swear I had to stop working on this for a while. But I feel that song is particularly beautiful and appropriate for that part, as long as you have listened to it plenty of times so that it doesn't break your heart anymore.

No, I don't want Kurt to end up with someone else. Nor do I wish Blaine to go out with someone else either (especially not Sebastian, I think I'd throw myself off a bridge... or push Ryan Murphy off of one). But I kind of wish that they each meet someone that makes them realize how they don't belong with anyone but each other. And then have an epic reencounter ala The Notebook and sing "Come what may" and for people around them to clap and throw confetti, as Tumblr and Twitter have so perfectly depicted. That would be splendid, for your consideration, RIB. :)

Anyhow, thanks for reading! Hope you like it, and please review. Let me know what you think.

-Vale