Hello all. So I thought about this story for a long time. Then I watched a romantic comedy called 'You've Got Mail' and got aN IDEA SO HERE YOU GO!
Also I do not own anything in this story.
Have fun.
3:30 pm, December 1st, 2015.
To: Unknown
From: Unknown
Hello friend,
So I was walking around Central Park this morning and immediately thought of you. It took me back to one of our first emails. You told me that you loved to take walks, but they were also mandatory because your roommate/friend have a dog. That's another thing I wanted to ask you about. How are your roommates? Have they gotten engaged? If they do can I plan the wedding through you? I have been planning weddings since I was 4, don't think I don't know how to do this! My power rangers are drunkards that don't know how to love anymore. Unlike me. Never drunken any alcohol since Sophomore year. That was awful. (If you ask I will tell you the story.) But anyways I do hope they get married. I also wanted to ask you if you have read The Book Thief? Or if you are into books at all? Because I know you're into music, and that inquires writing but what about actual literature.
-K
Kurt Hummel sat back and read over his email to this unknown person he had met on a dating website in early September. They had been talking non stop ever since. This person was great, he was gay, living in New York, loved music and was just all together perfect. Problem was Kurt didn't know if he was real or not, because people found it fun to do that these days. It's awful.
Kurt had been working in the music business ever since he had graduated high school. Which was about 3 years ago, he's gotten himself a small apartment right by Bryant park with his best friends, Santana Lopez and Rachel Berry. They were both super hard to live with, Rachel being her loud and obnoxious self. And Santana being her snarky invasive self.
Everything was great, except for at work there was this one guy. Ugh he made Kurt want to pull out his vocal chords and strangle himself with them. His name was Blaine Anderson. Best friend/intern Jeff Sterling. Blaine was a cock. Always hitting on Kurt. Never giving up on Kurt, even if Kurt was clearly not interested. Like yeah Blaine was hot. But NOT his type at all.
"You've got mail."
Said Blaine's thin apple laptop. Blaine Anderson smiled widely, a bowl of raspberry yogurt in one hand and his morning coffee. He sat down at the table where his computer sat and opened up his email. As he read his friends email he kept looking into the living room where Nick Duval and Jeff Sterling were failing at doing yoga. Blaine laughed pushing his black rimmed glasses up his nose, as he read his friends line about his power rangers.
Once Blaine was done the email he sat and thought taking small sips of his scalding coffee, and big bites of his yogurt. Then he got what he was going to say back.
3:52 pm, December 1st 2015.
To: Unknown
From: Unknown
Well happy Christmas first to you too K. Also since I do not know your name i have resorted to using K. Alright. To answer your questions, yes Harry and Sally may get married soon yet. And I'm sure you are perfect at designing weddings. I can see that. K this is a wedding. And unlike you? Do tell this wonderful story of you in Sophomore year. I love to read, I don't get to do it that often though because of my work. Now tell me story we'll discuss my our favorite books later.
-B
"You've got mail."
"CAN I ANSWER HIM THIS TIME!" Came yelling and running and pushing as Kurt tried to get to his computer first.
"NO! Rachel get your own boyfriend." Kurt said annoyed at his friend.
"Ugh, you're no fun." Rachel pouted and walked away.
Kurt sat back down at his computer and read his friends email. So they have resorted to nicknames of their first initial. B. Wonder what his name was. Billy, ew. Bob, ew that's even worse than Billy. Brandon? Sounds so retro. Brendon? Unusual but maybe, he sounds like a Brendon.
Kurt flexed his hands and wrote out his story.
4:05 pm, Dec. 1st 2015.
To: Unknown
From: Unknown
I see we have now resorted to nicknames, this is going pretty well.
Well, in Sophomore year my teacher took in an alcoholic, April Rhodes. She started to do school again and stuff. Then she rejoined the Glee club. Nobody really liked her and she started to notice, and she wanted us to like her. She ended up giving me muscle mags and some weird rubbing alcohol I think. Obviously being the naive pubescent youth that I was, I took them. Then I came to school hungover and still drunk. I ended up saying something about Bambi's mum and puking on my OCD guidance counselor.
Now you tell me a funny story of you in high school.
-K
"You've got mail."
"You also have to get to work or Kurt and Wes will probably fire both of us." Jeff said, suddenly changed out of yoga clothes and into a black suit and tie.
"Oh fuck." Blaine cursed, he jumped up from his seat putting his cup and bowl in the sink.
"Nicky darling can you do the dishes?" Jeff called to his boyfriend, he put on his black ear piece, some of his hair sticking out from where it was caught by his ear.
"Blaine! You don't have time for a shower, just throw on your that black suit you wore to the Christmas party last year.
Today was a very important day, they had gotten someone moderately famous to sign on to produce their song. Blaine was a very important part of this part, because he would go over their song and change things. He was basically a music editor. He also helped with instruments.
Kurt got up from his seat knowing B was probably just going to sleep and get ready for something important in his life. But right now Kurt needed to get to his work or Wes would fire him. If he left now he'd be on time.
"Hey Rachel I have to get to the office I might be kept back late. Don't wait up." Kurt yelled to the girl singing loudly in the shower. Who knows if she heard him or not.
Kurt just rolled his eyes when she didn't answer. He shrugged on his long black winter pea coat over top of his deep red suit, zipping his coat up and doing up the triangle bone buttons. Kurt threw all his books and magazines into his shoulder bag along with pens and pencils, and his journal. Which contained his secret fashion designs.
Taking his iPhone out plugging in the flimsy white headphones. Kurt usually listened to fast music when he was trying to get somewhere quickly, and that usually came down to Fall Out Boy. People got very confused when he told them he liked them because they always assumed that he was all Broadway.
Blaine grabbed his blue pea coat throwing it on and shifting his bag onto his shoulder, Jeff ready and dapper by the door. Jeff pulled the door open and pushed Blaine out it.
They both headed down to the subway. Blaine took a deep breath not wanting to deal with Kurt's wrath today. Dammit he was having such a good morning.
"There's Kurt." Jeff mumbled into Blaine's ear, they made their into the clean white building.
"Anderson." Kurt said glaring at Blaine.
"Gorgeous." Blaine replied back with, Kurt groaned and walked faster.
This day was going to be hell. For both Blaine and Kurt. For Wes and Jeff, they were just going to have to watch in agony.
Now I will update as soon as possible. I do have another fic on the go at the moment called 'Nicotine', maybe go check that out!
Till the next time.
-S