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I decided to write this fic due to Glee ending (wasn't it such an amazing ending?). I know I will never leave this fandom and I hope we all stay strong and continue to make amazing posts, tweets, fanart and fanfiction!
Blaine ran. He ran as fast as his feet could take him, which, incidentally, was faster than any other human being he had ever met. But Blaine wasn't all human. As a young child, he had always felt different to the other kids. He could easily scale walls, run laps around the other kids, and was strong enough to lift even the heaviest desks in class. School kids labelled him a freak, but Blaine knew different. He was a super hero. Night Bird. The nocturnal avenger. As soon as he had finished high school, Blaine moved to New York, hoping to fight crime. However, that didn't always go to plan, just like right now.
Blaine skidded round a corner in to a dark alleyway, somewhere he normally would have avoided. Just as he scaled the wall and made it up on to the roof of the closest building an intimidating group of around seven or eight burly men with tattoos all over their arms and muscles that could crush cars ran in to the same alleyway. They stopped and the road became quiet except the group's heavy breathing.
"Where the hell did he go?" One asked, sounding infuriated.
"How should I know", another replied.
"He definitely came down here".
"Alright, it's not worth it. Come on, he'll be back soon". The group lumbered off, leaving Blaine breathing heavily up high. That was a close one. He could have easily fought those guys off; he was stronger than any human being he had encountered, but they seemed hell-bent on de-masking him, probably for the fame and money. They'd come close, too, which scared Blaine to death. He swore to himself that nobody would ever discover his identity so he could still live a safe, normal life.
In fact, the only person who knew about Blaine being Night Bird was his roommate and best friend from childhood, Sam. The hopeful country music star had protected Blaine in the playground one day, and after that they had become inseparable. Once Blaine had grown in to his powers and realised who he really was, Sam was the only person he confided in once he came to the realisation that his parents were scared of him.
At that moment, Blaine's personal phone rang; he had two, one for Blaine and one for Night Bird.
"Yeah?" He said, sounding out of breath. He knew who it was without even looking at his phone, Sam was the only person that ever called him.
"Dude, where are you? You said you'd deal with that crime mob by five and then we'd go down to the bar!"
"I know man I'm sorry, it took longer than expected", Blaine didn't want to tell Sam how close he'd come to revealing who he really was by mistake, "I'm heading home now. Just let me shower and then we'll head out, okay?"
"Yeah alright. Are you okay Blaine? You sound really out of breath…"
"It was just a tougher fight than I expected; guess I got a bit too arrogant. Anyway I'll see you in a bit".
"Alright, later".
Blaine sighed, pulling himself to his feet, adjusting his mask over his eyes, and jumped from roof to roof. It was much more convenient than having to face the city streets at rush hour, especially in his current get up.
Night Bird was a bit of a celebrity in New York. Blaine had saved countless lives and was very photo-friendly, despite nobody being able to see his face. His easy personality and strong characteristics made him a fan favourite, but Blaine really didn't want to stop for pictures today. To be honest, he didn't really want to go out either. Blaine's life had become consumed by Night Bird recently. All he wanted to do was get home, shower and scour the internet to see what people were saying about him, but he knew Sam wasn't going to let up.
"Dude this is going to be so much fun, we haven't been out together in so long", Sam said, his arm slung lazily around Blaine's shoulders as they enter the bar.
"Yeah I've been pretty busy lately. In fact I'll probably have an early start in the morning so maybe I should only stay for an hour…" Blaine said, trying to make excuses.
"Oh don't be ridiculous. Come on, we're here to have fun. Enjoy yourself Blaine!" Sam said, and with that, left Blaine on his own as Sam fought his way through the busy crowds to the bar. Blaine sighed, how was he supposed to have a good time on his own? Turns out, Sam was a regular at this bar, and knew quite a few people, so Blaine sat himself down at the bar and ordered a drink, hoping he could slip out soon without Sam noticing.
"Excuse me", a soft voice behind him said, "is this seat taken?"
Turning around, Blaine locked eyes with hands down the most beautiful man he had ever seen. His brunette hair was coiffed perfectly, and his icy blue eyes were mesmerising. For once in Blaine's life, he was speechless.
"Is…is this seat taken?" The beautiful boy said again, looking less confident this time.
"Oh…oh, no it's not, sorry", Blaine finally managed to get out. His palms were sweaty and his heart was thumping. He never felt like this, not even before fighting a notorious New York villain.
"Are you okay?" The man asked, obviously Blaine was looking worse for wear.
"Yes. Yes, I'm fine thank you. Sorry I'm not in a good head space today", he said with a nervous laugh. Blaine cursed himself for not sounding cool.
"Oh, I get that sometimes", Blaine got the impression Kurt had never been any less than completely put together in his life, "I'm Kurt, by the way, Kurt Hummel".
"Nice to meet you, I'm Blaine Anderson". Blaine shook Kurt's hand, hoping he couldn't notice how much he was sweating.
"So are you here alone Blaine?" Kurt asked. Blaine hoped he wasn't imagining the flirty look in Kurt's eyes.
"No actually, I'm with my roommate Sam. He kind of forced me out tonight and then left me here at the bar".
"I know what that's like! My best friend Mercedes drags me to all these events, she's an up and coming singer you see, and then she leaves me in the corner while she socialises". Blaine was really enjoying talking to Kurt. The conversation was easy and Kurt seemed to share the same sense of humour as he did. Blaine started to loosen up a bit.
"So what do you do for a living?" Kurt asked, causing all the confidence Blaine thought he might have gained to drip away again. This was always a hard question to answer.
"I…work in a coffee shop", he said. It wasn't technically a lie. Sam worked at a local place to supplement his guitar lessons, and sometimes Blaine helped out when it got really busy and crime was low. Still, he felt guilty for lying to Kurt, even though he had just met him.
"Oh that's nice, I'll have to come see you sometime!" Blaine really hoped Kurt was being serious with that offer.
"So what do you do Kurt?" He asked.
"I'm in costume design. I'm currently working on an off-Broadway show of Peter Pan. I love creating the costumes, and I work with an amazing girl Amanda, but my boss is a complete bitch and the whole cast are a bunch of divas".
"Sounds rough!" Blaine exclaimed. He knew he'd rather deal with ten drug dealers than a bunch of Broadway divas any day.
The pair continued to talk for a while longer, learning everything about each other, it seemed. Blaine had never felt such a strong connection to a person before, even Sam, and he hoped Kurt felt the same.
"Hey Blaine, you ready to head back?" Sam said, suddenly appearing at Blaine's shoulder. Looking up at the clock, Blaine realised he had been talking to Kurt for much longer than he realised.
"Err…yeah sure, just give me a minute, okay?" Blaine said, not wanting to leave Kurt at all. Sam shrugged and headed for the door.
"You're roommate seems nice", Kurt said nonchalantly.
"Yeah he's really cool. He's helped me through a lot of stuff in the past so I kind of owe him a lot".
Kurt simply nodded at this, Blaine felt like Kurt really understood what he meant.
"Can I get your number?" Kurt suddenly said, startling Blaine.
"Oh…err, yeah sure", he said. Blaine wanted nothing more than to see Kurt again, but with his profession, he wasn't sure he could.
"Are you sure you want to? Don't give me your number just to be polite", Kurt said defensively.
"No, no, no! I really do want your number, sorry", he replied, writing his number down on a bit of paper, "I really enjoyed talking to you Kurt, see you around?"
"Yeah I'll see you soon Blaine", Kurt said with a smile as Blaine got up from his stool and met Sam by the door.
"Who was that cutie Blaine?" Sam teased, causing Blaine to blush.
"His name was Kurt. He's amazing, Sam", Blaine gushed as they walked back towards their apartment.
"Did I see you give him your number?"
"Yeah, I couldn't resist. I'd hate myself if I gave up the opportunity to see him again. Suddenly, Sam was standing right in front of him, blocking Blaine from moving forward.
"Blaine. I thought we'd talked about this. You told me yourself you would never be open to dating someone, no matter how amazing he is, because you're committed to your job and you can't put anyone in harm's way". Blaine sighed;
"I know that Sam, but then I had never met Kurt. He's so amazing and I really feel like this could be something, and we've only met one time! I have to give this a chance, Sam, I have to". Sam exhaled deeply;
"If you're sure. Come on lover boy, its cold out". Blaine couldn't help but smile as he ran to catch up to Sam who was already way off-Blaine had to use his normal speed when there was a chance someone could see him-warm with the thought that he may see Kurt soon.
"Hey Kurt, good night last night?" Amanda asked as soon as Kurt had stepped foot in to the small room in the theatre that held the costume department.
"It went much better than expected actually", he said with a smirk. Amanda immediately stopped sewing and looked up at him, aghast.
"Kurt Hummel. You did not hook up last night! Oh my god that is so unlike you!" She squealed, getting up off her seat to grab him by the arms and shake him.
Kurt loved Amanda, he really did. She was one of his favourite parts of the job. She was always so over-the-top that Kurt kept saying she should be on stage instead of half the drips that are actually doing the show.
"No Amanda! Nothing like that. I just got chatting with this amazing guy and hopefully I'll see him again soon".
"Aww Kurt, that's great. I'm so glad you've met someone. It's been a while".
"Well don't get too ahead of yourself, we haven't even gone on a date yet".
"I know that if Kurt Hummel wants someone's number, then they have to be pretty special", she said, sitting back down at the sewing machine.
"Thanks Amanda", he said warmly, jumping when a booming voice sounded behind him;
"KURT! You're four minutes late!" That had to be Fiona. Director of the play and the most uptight woman Kurt had ever met.
"Sorry Fiona, it won't happen again", he said, deciding it was better to just say what she wanted to hear rather than fight her.
"I'd hope so. I want you to work on the backup dancer's costumes today. Half of them keep getting caught in their harnesses and the tassels keep falling off", and with that, she was gone.
"Those damn tassels…" Kurt muttered to himself, storming over to the pile of dancer costumes and pulling them over to his own sewing machine with a sigh.
"See Kurt, that's why it's good to go out on a date with this guy. If you don't put yourself out there, you end up like Fiona!" Amanda teased. Kurt put the fabric he was working on down and stared at Amanda with a cold look on his face;
"Don't even tease me about that", he said, jokily.
"Just you wait, Kurt. One day you'll be screaming at poorly paid staff because you didn't put yourself out there". Kurt laughed at this;
"Well I guess I'd better call him them, shouldn't I?" He said, picking up his phone and dialled the number. Amanda squealed and turned around to listen to their conversation;
"Hi Blaine? Yeah, this is Kurt, from the bar last night? Of course I called you", he said with a laugh, Blaine was so endearing, "I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to go see a movie with me tomorrow? Okay, sounds great, see you then", with a smile, he hung up the phone.
"So you're seeing him tomorrow?"
"Yeah, he sounded really excited". Kurt couldn't stop grinning.
"Well of course he was excited Kurt, he gets to go on a date with you!"
"You're too kind", Kurt replied, before stopping suddenly, "oh my god Amanda, what am I going to wear?!"
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm not going to give myself a schedule for when I updated, as I'm also working on coursework and a potential script for my university's drama production. But I'm already loving writing this fic, so I'm sure the next chapter will be up fairly soon!
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