When two people meet for the first time, it can't be anything but a pure coincidence. It's a coincidence that their paths just happened to cross. It's a coincidence that they happened to be in the same place in the same time, or that they happened to know the same people that later brought them together. It's all in coincidence.
When two people fall in love, it can't be anything but magical. For two people to fall in love, events must happen in specific ways at specific times. Coincidence after coincidence must fall in such a way that their two hearts would just so happen to bond together into one massive relationship; Into one bond of love.
'Kurt Hummel'
The name is so familiar. Still, as he ran his hand across his own nametag, it felt different. Unreal. It wasn't his. The way it was addressed directly to his person when it was spoken was different than this genetic print.
Kurt fastened the pin onto his new uniform. He had made sure to have it ironed earlier that morning. No one, especially not himself, would ever stand for a wrinkled uniform.
Smooth navy blue pants, a white button-up shirt, a matching navy blue blazer, and personally bedazzled black shoes were being sported on the incredible Kurt Hummel. He strutted into the cinema, heart pounding with every step he took. The brilliant red carpet beneath his feet warmly embraced him while nearby paparazzi snapped picture after picture of him.
Kurt didn't mind. He never minded. What he wouldn't do to please the people. A hearty smile and wave towards his fans sent everyone swooning. He was Kurt Hummel. He was fabulous. The premiere of his new upcoming movie brought-
"I don't remember bedazzling your work uniform, Mr. Hummel."
Kurt stopped his trance in mid-step before turning around to face a wider man. Telling where his chin ended and his neck began would be a mystery too unsolvable. He had a moustache that quivered every time he spoke. His head held no hair, and menacing eyes were glaring right into Kurt's innocently blue eyes.
"Mr. Winter!" Kurt exclaimed before adding a prompt, "Sir."
"Mister Hummel," he began, pacing around Kurt angrily, "Here at Evergreen Cinema, we pride ourselves on having the top staff, the top food, the top movie quality. We have both class and sophistication. We let our customers know that they are in professional and unionized hands. What do your bedazzled shoes tell our customers?"
Kurt gulped, "Something… Something else?"
"Something else indeed!" Mr. Winter barked, "This is your first day here, if I am not mistaken! You were given a simple task... Black shoes... Navy blue pants and blazer... A white button-up shirt... It's a very simple task, indeed. Your job is to merely rip tickets and let people in and out of their designated theatre. It's a very simple job, indeed. Your attire worries me, and yes, makes me doubt whether you are suitable or not for this company!"
"I am!" Kurt exclaimed desperately, before calming down his tone, "Sir... I mean… I am. I'm-I'm very suitable. I won't let you down. I can change the shoes for tomorrow."
"That's what I like to hear," Mr. Winter nodded, "Easily taking direction. Listening to orders. Very good! Mr. Anderson over there could learn well from you, couldn't you?"
Kurt looked over to the concession stand. Suddenly the world stopped moving. It was like a warm croissant covered in happiness and filled with butterflies had slammed into him the moment he caught Mr. Anderson's eye. The world couldn't pick up its pace. It just resumed in slow motion. Nothing working exactly as it had before. The popcorn still popped in the background, but faintly.
Instead, Kurt was fixated on the brilliant abyss of those deep brown eyes. The perfectly swept and gelled back black hair. The stunningly bright white teeth as he enthusiastically joked, "I sure could!"
"There now!"
Kurt was suddenly slapped on his back rather painfully. It sent a wave of reality rushing back inside of him.
"You know what to do, right?" Mr. Winter clarified with Kurt.
"Uh, yes. Yes, sir," Kurt nodded, walking over to theatre number 4, only a few paces away.
"Good job, Mr. Hummel! We open in fifteen minutes! Don't forget to lose the shoes tomorrow!" With that, Mr. Winter hobbled away.
Inside, Kurt still hung onto the aftertaste of that warm croissant.