Chapter one

Once upon a time (because you know that all stories begin that way) there lived a boy with light brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a beautiful voice. However, this boy was different from other boys. When he was younger, he had lost his mother. His father had remarried when he was older, and even though all stories dictate that the stepmother and step siblings must be evil, they were in fact the exact opposite. Another trait that set this boy apart was the fact that he was homosexual. All his life he was teased and bullied for this and it didn't help that he lived for fashion and Broadway musicals. So when he was old enough, he packed up his things, gave a tearful goodbye to his family, and left Ohio for New York City. If you haven't guessed by now, this man's name was Kurt Hummel.

Kurt hummed along to songs from one of his favorite musicals, Hairspray, as he kneaded dough. Even though it was his dream as a child to perform on Broadway, he realized when he got older that he'd much rather open his own bakery. So after completing his first semester at NYADA, he realized that his dream lay elsewhere and attended culinary school.

But that was five years ago, and now Rachel was a struggling artist, working her way to make it to the top. She still lived with Kurt though, but they had moved out of their small apartment. Using the money that Kurt's nana had left him in the will, he bought a small shop, opened a bakery called Elizabeth's Café, and he and Rachel rented the flat that was on the floor above. But now Rachel was marrying Kurt's step brother, Finn, and was moving out of the flat. So now Kurt was looking for a new flatmate.

He had put an ad in the paper, and he had gotten a couple of responses so far. The first one was a huge disappointment. When he had shown up, he took one good look at Kurt and spat, "I'm not living with some fag," then walked away. The second guy was the exact opposite and was obviously trying to get into Kurt's pants with cheap pick-up lines.

Hopefully the third guy would be better. He was coming to look over the flat today at seven. Kurt glanced at the clock. It was six fifteen. Kurt washed the flour and dough off of his hands, undid his apron and hung it on the hook by the door, and went upstairs to his flat. He changed into an old pair of skinny jeans and threw on a sweatshirt. He set the kettle on the stove and made himself a cup of tea. Soon he was curled up on his couch, sipping his tea and absorbed in his novel when he heard a knock on the door. He glanced at the clock. It was 6:47. His potential flatmate was early.

However, when he opened the door, he was face to face with Rachel.

"Kurt! Hi!" she exclaimed.

"Um, hi, Rachel," he said, "No offense, but why are you here?"

"You're having someone look at the flat tonight, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I just wanted to be here to meet him, especially after you told me about those last two idiots."

"Um, alright, I suppose."

"So anyway," said Rachel as she let herself in, "How's the café going?"

"Pretty good, I guess."

"Hired anyone to help part time?"

"I hired a college student named Lynn."

"How's she working out?"

"She's doing fine. She works from 9:00 to 11:00, so I have more time in the kitchen to prepare for the afternoon rush."

"That's wonderful!"

"So how's the wedding preparations going?"

"Oh they're going wonderfully! Which reminds me, I need you to come with me two Sundays from now to help pick out a dress."

Kurt squealed, "Oh I can most definitely help with that!"

"Wonderful!" Rachel exclaimed. She was about to continue when there was a sharp knock on the door.

"That must be the potential flatmate!" exclaimed Rachel as she rushed over to the door.

"Rachel, honey, that door leads to the café," called Kurt as he walked over the correct door, the one that led outside. Holding his breath, he opened the door.

"Um, hello," said the man outside, "You must be Kurt."

"Correct. You must be Blaine. Come inside," smiled Kurt.

The man, who Kurt couldn't see very well due to his many layers, walked through the door and almost bumped into Rachel, who had rushed over to see who Kurt's potential flatmate could be.

"Rachel!" exclaimed Kurt.

"Sorry! I was just excited," said Rachel.

"Sorry for her behavior," apologized Kurt.

"It's all right," said Blaine as he began to remove his scarf and coat.

"Here, let me take those for you," said Kurt, his heart thumping in his chest, because damn, Blaine was seriously beautiful, "So here, let's get you acquainted with the flat, and then you can tell me if you want to live here or not."

The tour didn't take very long. Kurt showed him the kitchen, the second bedroom, and the living room.

"Oh, and also, my café is downstairs, which is where that door leads to," he said pointing.

"It's very nice," said Blaine, "When would you like me to move in?"

"Can you do tomorrow say around ten?"

Blaine nodded. Kurt smiled, "Alright then, Blaine. I look forward to getting to know you."

"Likewise," said Blaine as he began to bundle up. Kurt and Rachel watched as he left.

"Well he seems polite," Rachel remarked when Blaine was gone.

"Yes, he's very dapper," said Kurt, "Hopefully he'll loosen up a bit otherwise I'm going to annoy the hell out of him."

"He's hot though."

"Yes he is."

"Do you think he's gay?"

"I don't know Rachel."

"I think he is."

"What makes you say that?"

"I have excellent gaydar."

"I'm sure you do."

"Don't patronize me."

Kurt smiled, "Goodnight Rachel."

She sighed as she stepped out of the flat, "Goodnight Kurt."

The next morning when Kurt woke up, it was already nine. Shit. Blaine was going to be in an hour. He scrambled out of bed and took a quick shower. After dressing and doing his hair, he set the kettle on the stove and made himself breakfast. Soon he was sipping his tea and reading the morning paper. When he heard the sharp familiar knock on the door, he set down his tea, took off his reading glasses and went over to the door. Sure enough, there was Blaine, carrying a box with two more by his feet.

"Hi," said Kurt, "Here, let me help you with that."

He took the box from Blaine's hands and set it down by the counter. He helped Blaine carry in the other two boxes before helping him move them to his room.

"Well, I guess I'll leave you to unpack then. Oh, and don't be afraid to rearrange the room, or paint the walls, or anything like that. My last flatmate had everything a fluorescent pink, so naturally I gave the room a makeover, but if it's not to your liking, you can change it."

"No," said Blaine, "It's fine. Thanks."

Kurt gave Blaine a small half smile before turning around and walking into his own room. Today he planned on rearranging his entire closet.

It was nearly noon when Kurt had emptied the last of his drawers. He sighed when he turned around and saw the piles and piles of clothes that were scattered across his floor.

Might as well take a lunch break, he thought, otherwise I'll be stuck in here all day.

Humming to himself, he went into the kitchen where he prepared himself a sandwich. Blaine was already in the kitchen, sitting at the table working on his laptop. Kurt slid into the seat across from him.

"Afternoon," he said.

Blaine looked up through his glasses and gave a small smile, then went back to what he was working on.

"Finish unpacking?"

"Yup."

"That's good." Kurt finished his sandwich in silence. He left Blaine working on whatever it was that he was working on and went back to his room where he spent the rest of the afternoon singing along to Broadway classics and arranging his closet in rainbow order. That took up a good amount of the afternoon, and soon it was four o'clock.

Kurt went down to his kitchens and began to prepare for tomorrows morning rush. Since Lynn started working when the rush was dying down, he needed to be prepared so that he could provide his customers with everything they desired.

At around five o'clock, Blaine popped into the kitchen. "I'm off to the store," he said, "Do you need me to pick anything up?"

"Could you get me some all-purpose flour?" he asked, "Biggest bag you can find please. Oh, and if you wouldn't mind getting some take out. I'm in the mood for Chinese, but get whatever you want."

Blaine nodded. "Later," he said as the kitchen doors swung closed behind him.

Kurt sighed and went back to kneading the dough. Blaine was nice, yes, but he wasn't very talkative. Of course, just because they were flat mates didn't mean that they had to be friends, but it was a big change from rooming with Rachel. Yes, she could be annoying, but at least he could carry a conversation with her.