A/N: This is my first fic, so any reviews would be greatly appreciated! Kurt had never met the members of the New Directions before, and Finn is not yet his step-brother.

Don't own, don't sue.

Kurt Hummel knew ever since he was a little kid that he was destined for something great. He had a beatiful singing voice, the fashion sense that could give Marc Jacobs a run for his money, and he could act any role you laid out in front of him. Kurt knew he was gay from the moment he stepped into junior high. He wondered why he never found the girls in his elementary school attractive, but as he entered eighth grade he developed his first crush. He convinced himself that he was in love with his Algebra 1 teacher, Mr. Crafton. He was devastated when Mrs. Crafton came in for a visit.

So, being gay and having so much talent in Musical Theatre made Kurt realize he was destined for Broadway. So, he joined the Glee Club, the New Directions, and took every opportunity to perform in some cheap, off-broadway productions in the local Lima, Ohio theater.

However, because he was gay and into Broadway, that made him the victim of a lot of bullying. It was hard, without a doubt. Slushy facials, dumpster tosses, being shoved into lockers... It all became part of his daily routine. But Kurt suffered through it quietly, the only people who cared being some of his close friends in glee club.

During his sophmore year in high school, between school, homework, and glee club, Kurt realized he needed a job. A real job. Working at his father's car repair shop just wasn't cutting it anymore. So he began classes to become a Certified Nursing Assistant. It was easy money, really. He began by following around other nurses and doctors, but as time went on he could really get into the medicine. He found that the blood, and guts and disgusting stuff didn't bother him. He found himself constantly in the gallery, observing surgeries that were being performed and taking notes. Of course, he didn't consider this a distraction from his Broadway dreams. It was just a good learning experience in case he needed to... Play a doctor or something.

One night, he was hanging out with his best girl friend, Lacey Sandler, and they got on the subject of his nursing experience, 'You know, as amazing as it will be that one day, Karofsky and those idiots will be watching you in plays and kissing your ass, how funny would it be if you became a surgeon, and they got sick and had to come to you? It'd be hilarious. They'd genuinely feel sorry, they'd be terrified you'd just kill their frat boy behinds on the operating table.'

Kurt had just chuckled and then they had moved on, talking about their latest assignment in glee club, but it would be a lie if Kurt said he hadn't thought about it.

When senior year rolled around, the overwhelming feeling of what his Broadway dreams really consisted of began to hit Kurt like a freight train. He lost the role of Tony in West Side Story, and lost Senior Class President elections to a guy who genuinely wanted to lead, be president. There was no way he was going to get into New York Academy of the Dramatic Arts with such little extracurricular credits.

So, instead of packing his bags and setting off to New York, Kurt settled in at Ohio State University to suffer through his undergraduate school. He then went on to The Wright State University School of Medicine for his four years of medical school. He worked all throughout college as a fashion designer's assistant to help dig himself out of the huge amount of debt surrounding him. Though he still has debts to pay, he was nowhere near in as much trouble as some of his school mates. It was, without a doubt, the hardest and worst years of Kurt's life.

Once he finally graduated med school, Kurt began applying at hospitals through out Ohio for his four years of interning. He was ready for this. He had spent years practicing on cadavers, watching procedures, and getting familiar with the human body. Kurt was ready to become a real doctor. So when Grant Medical Center accepted him into their interning program, he was almost 100% prepared. He interviewed with their Chief of Surgery, Will Schuester, picked up his scrubs, and was assigned his locker. Kurt was set to begin work on the first Monday of September.

By Sunday afternoon, Kurt was beginning to panic. What if the other interns didn't like them? What if they were homophobic? He had never run a central line before, what if he had to do that? What if the attendings thought he was an idiot?

Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, I need alcohol, Kurt thought to himself. And that was how Kurt found himself sitting on a bar stool, a mug of iced beer dripping condensation onto the soggy napkin beneath it. Kurt was definitely a tequila kind of guy, but seeing as he had to start work tomorrow morning, he didn't need a pounding hangover added onto his stress. It didn't help that he was such a lightweight when it came to alcohol, though. Halfway through his second beer, Kurt could briefly remember a curly haired stranger coming up to him and making moves.

The rest of the night progressed with sloppy kisses, buttons torn from clothing, and murmurs of, 'No, I can't bottom, I start work tomorrow' and 'Neither can I, I have work too'.

The next morning, Kurt found himself tangled in a mess of limbs and sheets wrapped around various body parts. After realizing that this very much wasn't his apartment, Kurt practically leapt from the bed and scrambled for his skinny jeans that had been discarded somewhere near the door. He tugged a sheet with him, wrapping it around his waist. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, seeing it was only seven and he didn't need to be at the hospital until nine, 'Oh sweet Jesus,' Kurt breathed in relief. He glanced up at the bed in time to see the curly-haired man from last night beginning to stir. Kurt jumped to his feet again, thankful his hangover wasn't unbearable quite yet and began to search for his clothes. Pants, undershirt, and his shirt were found but... where were his boxer briefs?

'I believe you're looking for these?'

The cocky voice of the curly-haired boy came from near the bed. He tugged the black boxer briefs off of the reading lamp on his bedside table. Kurt felt his cheeks burn deep red, and he chuckled, trying to sound nonchalant but a squeak occured halfway through. His cheeks turned even redder, if possible. Walking forward, Kurt yanked the boxer briefs out of the man's hand.

'Thanks,' He mumbled, pulling them on and then grabbing the remainder of his clothes and pulling them on as well.

'Nice shirt. McQueen right?' the man asked, and Kurt cursed under his breath as he realized he had missed a button at the bottom of his shirt and all the rest of the buttons were in the wrong holes. He quickly began to unbutton his shirt and then button it up again.

'We don't have to do this,' Kurt said quickly, just trying to get out of there as quickly as possible. But his man from last night was having nothing of it. He was grinning and sitting up, still stark naked, in his bed.

'Do what?'

'The awkward, morning after... chat thing.'

'Right, right...'

Finally toeing into his dress shoes and tugging his messenger bag over his shoulder, Kurt turned to the man, 'Well, um. This was, uh, fun. It was nice meeting you, um...'

The man's face darkened momentarily, before another amused grin met his lips, 'Blaine,' He said as he extended his hand.

Oh God, this is terrible, Kurt thought as he shook Blaine's hand, 'Um, Kurt.'

Blaine sat up on his knees, leaning towards Kurt as if looking for round two, 'Okay, bye Blaine!' Turning, Kurt hurried out of the apartment and out of the building.

That is why you don't hook up with random people, Kurt.