A/N: I've started writing this because I'm stuck in a writer's block. I'm trying to write for the Kurt Big Bang but I'm stuck with that one as well. So this came out. It has 12 chapters, one for each month and I will post one chapter each day. This is very short, but the others aren't. So I hope you will enjoy this story.
January – First Meeting
As if they were in a predictable romantic comedy, they meet on New Year's Eve. New York is cold and rainy when Kurt, running to catch a cab before someone else snatches it, collides with a hard body.
Strong hands grab him before he falls down and when Kurt looks up into warm hazel eyes, he can't help but smile, the rude comeback stuck in his throat.
"I'm sorry," the strangers says, but to Kurt it sounds like the apology is fake. The little grin on the man's face is just a further proof.
"We can share." The words are out before Kurt can really think about it and he wonders what the hell he's thinking, asking to some stranger to share a taxi like that. He doesn't even know if they're going the same way, or if this man is a serial killer, but there's just something inside him screaming at him to get to know this man, and Kurt has always trusted his instincts. "The cab, I mean."
"Sure."
The man extends a hand to Kurt and introduces himself as soon as they're sitting in the cab. "I'm Noah."
"Kurt," he replies, grasping the hand and holding onto it a little longer than necessary.
They end up watching the Ball dropping in Times Square on the TV in a little diner where they had decided to ask the cab to drop them off. Kurt was going to meet with Santana and Brittany to spend together the last minutes of the year, but suddenly, it doesn't really matter when Noah, whatever his plans were, just threw them away to spend some time with Kurt.
They spend the night talking.
They say goodbye when it's dawn and Kurt is so focused on thinking about the night that just ended, that he doesn't realize he didn't ask for Noah's number until he's already back at his apartment.