A/N: This is my first Glee fanfiction. I've decided to write it after I became a Klaine obsessed fan girl who absolutely annoyed everyone with her nonstop Glee rambles. I can honestly say that I don't own glee, but if I did there would be a lot more hugging on that show. I'm not sure how oftwn I'll be able to update because as the school year is ending, more events come up. For example, I probably won't update for about a week because I have dress rehearsel almost every night next week, plus an anime movie marathon tomorrow. So without further ado…
Blaine was taking a tour of one of the most prestigious schools for the arts in the country. He was so happy, to think he actually got into Julliard, and it was an unbelievable blessing. He says he's on a tour, a tour that was more or less just wandering around the performance rooms trying to get acquainted with everything. It had been a pretty lonely trip, I mean sure, sharing an apartment with his best friend Wes, who was going to NYU was a complete plus. He was just entering one of the more secluded auditoriums of the school when he heard him….
Hello world
Hope you're listening
Who was this angel's voice singing?
Forgive me if I'm young
For speaking out of turn
There's someone I've been missing
I think that they could be
The better half of me Blaine peaked out from behind the door where he was hiding. The sight that he was met with made his heart pound through his chest.
They're in the wrong place trying to make it right
But I'm tired of justifying
So I say you'll..
It was a man, maybe eighteen or nineteen, with amazing blue-grey eyes. He was surprised to notice that the man with the voice of an angel was crying.
Come home
Come home
Cause I've been waiting for you
For so long
For so long
And right now there's a war between the vanities
But all I see is you and me
The fight for you is all I've ever known
So come home
Oh
I get lost in the beauty
Of everything I see
The world ain't as half as bad
As they paint it to be
If all the sons
If all the daughters
Stopped to take it in
Well hopefully the hate subsides and the love can begin
It might start now..Yeah
Well maybe I'm just dreaming out loud
Until then
Come home
Come home
Cause I've been waiting for you
For so long
For so long
And right now there's a war between the vanities
But all i see is you and me
The fight for you is all I've ever known
Ever known
So come home
Oh
Everything i can't be
Is everything you should be
And that's why i need you here
Everything i can't be
Is everything you should be
And that's why i need you here
So hear this now
Come home
Come home
Cause I've been waiting for you
For so long
For so long
And right now there's a war between the vanities
But all i see is you and me
The fight for you is all I've ever known
Ever known
So come home
Come home
When the song was finished the man at the piano absolutely collapsed into heart-wrenching sobs. Blaine had no idea what to do. Should he go up there and comfort him or would that be too awkward? Before he was able to decide he was forced out into the open by a short, Jewish looking girl rushing past him and onto the stage.
She knelt next to the crying boy and wrapped her arms around him saying, "Kurt, it's okay. It will be okay." So that was the name of the beautiful singer, Kurt.
Rachel looked at Kurt. "Honey, I know this is hard on you and all, but we seem to have company."
Kurt looked up from his spot on the piano bench only to be met with the single most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Well next to Anthony that is. But then again, comparing anyone to Anthony was like comparing a weed to a rose. Stop thinking about him! Kurt scolded himself. You'll never get over him if you can't move on!
Kurt was shocked out of his silent internal conflict by hearing the man with the curly hair and complexion that was just absolutely to die for mumbling, "I'm sorry, I'll just be going…"
"Wait!" Kurt surprised himself, "Don't leave… It was my fault?" Rachel gave him a look that said "Are you crazy?" Then one of his favorite divas looked between him and the stranger and then back again. "Well, I guess I'm not needed here. And to think, you made me leave my amazing practice for you to just ditch me for a stranger. I am better than that Kurt!" Rachel said, her eyes glinting amusedly.
Blaine just thought this short midget was reading way to into things. I mean come on; the most Blain had done so far was make a complete idiot out of himself.
Then the little nymph decided to leave, stranding the two boys in an undoubtedly awkward silence.
"Well…" Kurt began, "I'm sorry you had to hear that…?" "Oh, my fault, my name is Blaine." "Blaine…" The singer decided on a full-on interrogation if this was going to get anywhere.
"Blaine Anderson," replied the curly haired one. "Well, Blaine Anderson, as much as I do enjoy the dark and melancholy feel of a college auditorium, how about we go out for something to eat."
"I would love to," Blaine replied. "If only you would be so generous as to share your name with me."
The pale-skinned boy blushed a bright crimson, that although clashed with his red shirt, it made him look absolutely adorable in Blaine's opinion.
"My apologies. My name is Kurt. Kurt Hummel," replied Kurt. "Oh, well then my dear comrade, let me show you this absolutely amazing pizza place I just happen to know," Blaine said with what he thought was a convincing grin. It was funny, he realized. This boy, who had been wracked with heart breaking sobs only ten minutes before, was completely fine after minutes of relaxed banter. In fact, the only way you would be able to tell he had been crying was the slight swollenness of his eyes.
Kurt stared at Blaine for moments on end, making Blaine feel like he was under the inspection of some crazy scientist in a lab. "Did I say something wrong?" He asked nervously shifting from one foot to the other.
"No," Kurt replied. "I was just wondering how someone with a skin tone as fabulous as yours, is able to not know what pizza sauce can do to one's complexion." "Oh come one Kurt!" Blaine said, relaxing knowing he hadn't messed things up with Kurt yet. "You need to live a little."
Kurt sighed and looked at Blaine, "Fine!"
As they were walking towards the subway Kurt looked at Blaine. "So where is this pizzeria that you're taking me to?"
"Well," Blaine said, "It's in a little place called The Bronx." Kurt visibly paled. "Oh, don't be worried!" Blaine declared smiling cheerfully. "It's a wonderful place once you get to know it!" "If you say so…" Kurt said, still looking slightly green. "But, if anyone mugs me and steals my Prada shoes, you have to buy me new ones."
"When have muggers ever taken your shoes?" Blaine asked skeptically. "You'd be surprised," Kurt said with a secretive smile. "Oh no, now you have to tell me!" "Maybe some other time," Kurt said as they reached the subway.
An hour and a half later, Kurt was thoroughly stuffed. Who would have thought that New York pizza could be so amazing? Blaine did apparently, and decided to voice so after Kurt seemed to have spoken his thoughts out loud. "Why of course it's good," Blaine said in response to Kurt's unintentionally voiced question. "New York is one of the greatest pizza capitals next to Chicago and Italy itself." "You say that like you've been there," Kurt said to Blaine skeptically. "Why of course I have. I'm a trust-fund baby." Kurt looked at Blaine sadly knowing just how hard lives of the rich could truly be. Many were shocked that the grass truly wasn't greener on the other side. Often it let to depression or just plain spoiled children who couldn't get their heads out of their butts.
"Oh don't look at me like that!" Blaine said, eyeing Kurt with a reproachful look. "I know it may not be all sunshine and roses, but my parents did love me." Did? Kurt looked up hoping Blaine would elaborate. But of course, his new friend realized what he just said and clamped up almost immediately. He had a lot to figure out about this boy. He was handsome and mysterious, seemed kind-hearted and obviously came from money. One thing Kurt knew for sure, he had to find out what team this guy was playing for. He was obviously cultured to have known what Prada was, hell he might even be gay like himself, but he acted so straight sometimes it just confused Kurt to no end. He knew he had to find out soon though, he was falling hard, and the last thing he needed was a crush on a straight guy. That hadn't ended so well the last time, and he'd be damned if he let his painful past come up and repeat itself.
Song in the Chapter: Come Home by Onerepublic.
Sorry I pretty much started with a song, but this one was just far too perfect for some of the events I have planned for later. Please review, it brings a smile to my face and brightens my day.