Hello!

I hope you enjoy the story :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Blaine Anderson or Kurt Hummel.

Blaine Anderson stared at his computer screen:

"The..."

That's all it said. It's no secret that Blaine wanted to become a writer since he was a little child. This story won't be cliche and I won't start saying that his father didn't approve and wanted him to be a lawyer or a doctor. Or saying that he didn't have the money. No, Blaine's father always thought that his son could do anything he wanted to, and Blaine's family was very rich. The real problem was: Blaine didn't know what to write about.

He was a very intelligent boy, and read all kinds of books. He loved them! But when it came to writing he didn't know what to do. He always thought there would be a certain day when he would open his laptop and his mind would go on forever telling him a beautiful stories, about love. About war, about anyhthing really. He just wanted to write.

Don't think he didn't try before. He sometimes began writing a story and when he was almost done, he'd give up on it and erase it forever. But not today. No. He decided that he had enough.

First he decided what he wanted to write about: A beautiful and unforgettable love story. And then he realised that much like Christian from Moulin Rouge he had only one problem, he's never been in love! But that wouldn't stop him.

He wandered through the streets of New York. Looking for something. Anything that could make him start writing. But he would watch as the people would run trying not to be late for work. People with worried faces. People yelling at other people on the cell phone. And though he wondered where did they work, why were they so worried and why were they yelling but his mind didn't seem to want to work with any of those stories.

"It's useless" he thought, "I'm never gonna become a writer and I've always known it". That was the first time he gave up. He sat down on a bench on the street , put his head in his hands and tried not to cry . Wondered what was he gonna do now. That's when he heard that voice for the first time.

"What is it? Lost your job?" the sweet and high pitched voice said chuckling

Blaine looked up and saw a beautiful pale and very thin man with piercing blue eyes staring back at him. He was standing in front of the bench but Blaine didn't notice him coming.

"Would that be fun if I had?" asked Blaine.

"No, I mean, I feel sorry for you, but people tend to be too sad over stupid things like these, and to me that's funny." the man approached and sat down with Blaine. "I'm Kurt." he stated as he smiled.

Blaine smiled back, 'Wow, his smile is beautiful.' he thought. And then finally said "I'm Blaine, nice to meet you."

"Well, you shouldn't assume something like that." replied Kurt "I could be a very unpleasant guy. And then you'd say 'Darn, I wish I'd never met you'" he added.

"Somehow I know I will never say that." responded Blaine. I know how sappy this seems, but that was Blaine Anderson. And it's fair to add that those beautiful eyes and smile were distracting him. "Besides you assumed that I was sad because I lost my job, I could easily assume that it's nice to meet you."

Kurt eyed him carefully, chuckled quietly and then got up.

"You're interesting. I think I might want to keep you close" and then he looked sad for a second, which Blaine tought it was weird, and then Kurt added "for a while."

"Do you live here?" asked Blaine. Kurt looked away. And then mumbled "Enough about me. Do you live here?"

"I do, but, we didn't talk about yo-"

"You do! This beautiful city..." Kurt sighed dreaminly and looked down as he spoke "I remember the first time I asked my mother about 'The Big Apple' and she told me all about this city as we watched a Broadway musical, and she talked about here with so much passion, that's when I fell in love with here. When I heard her talking about it."

"Where's your mother now?" when Blaine asked that, Kurt just sighed sadly and looked at Blaine's hazel eyes.

"So Blaine, why were you so sad?" Kurt continued talking as if Blaine didn't ask him anything

"I- I don't really want to talk about it..." sighed Blaine and ran a hand through his curls.

But Kurt wouldn't take no for an answer...That was Kurt, who you don't know about very well but I can say that he never seemed to understand what a "no" or an "I don't want to talk about it" meant. While people asked "Why do that?" Kurt asked "Why not?". Everybody knows someone like that. Of course Blaine didn't know it then, but that was one of the most fascinating things about Kurt.

"Did your girlfriend cheat on you?" asked Kurt.

"What? No!" laughed Blaine "I'm gay"

Kurt's eyebrows rose, and he continued "Did your boyfriend cheat on you then?"

"Oh, no. I'm single" answered Blaine

"Gay, single and handsome, I should definitely keep you close."Blaine's eyes snapped, because, oh my God, Kurt was flirting, and he was already thinking of a witty come back but then Kurt looked like he regretted saying that, and Blaine got confused. "Did someone die?" whispered Kurt

"No...Not 'someone', anyway." responded Blaine bitterly

Kurt frowned "What's that suppose to mean? Did your dog die then?"

Blaine wondered if Kurt would give up and leave if he kept telling him no, or if he just said ''I have to go, bye" and moved on with his life. But this story wouldn't continue if he did that. Besides, he didn't want to. So Blaine decided to tell.

"My dream died. I know how stupid this sounds but it's true. I've always wanted to be a writer but, now I've realized that I simply don't have the talent..."

"A writer!?" exclaimed Kurt excitedly, he smiled at Blaine again, Blaine thought that was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.

"A failure of a writer. I just can't write about anything." cried Blaine

"You just haven't found the right story yet. Do you want me to help?" Kurt already sounded like Blaine would never say no, so he grabbed Blaine's hand and made him follow him.

"I- Where exactly are you taking me, Kurt?" Blaine realized then that this was the first time he said Kurt's name, and it felt so smooth against his tongue, he wanted to say that name forever.

Kurt didn't answer him, he just kept walking and humming songs that Blaine didn't know, but he liked to hear Kurt humming anyway. Everything about Kurt seemed... wonderful. And if you're wondering why Blaine thinks everything about Kurt is perfect, it's because it was. He felt himself wanting to get closer and know this boy but didn't understand why.

But suddenly, Blaine was scared. He didn't know this man, and he was following him around going to God knows where, so he decided to stop.

"Kurt, wait! Stop." Kurt turned around and looked at him like he was mad. He was probably gonna ask "why stop now, Blaine? We have so much to do!" in that sweet voice that Blaine already began to love. But Blaine said

"Where exactly are we going?"

"I thought you wanted a story for you Writer Blainey. That's where we're going to!" replied Kurt, looking excited as ever.

"I don't understand." chuckled Blaine

"I" Kurt pointed to himself "am gonna find you a story, to write about." he smiled, making Blaine smile too, because how couldn't he? If only you could see! Kurt's smile, it shone more than the sun when he meant it. And it was always so pure.

Blaine started to follow him again, as he whispered "Ok, I'll follow you anywhere."

So, tell me what you think! I know this first chapter isn't very long, but that's all for this one and the next ones will probably be longer.

I don't know how many chapters this story will have but I'm guessing about 3 to 5 chapters.

Anyway, thanks for reading :)