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Katy Perry's "Teenage Dream" floats through the room as Blaine Anderson dances around his kitchen and even throwing in a line to the chorus every now and then while he makes dinner for himself.

"You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream,

The way you turn me on,

I can't sleep

Let's runaway and don't ever look back

Don't ever look back

My heart stops when you look at me

Just one touch, now baby I believe

This is real, so take a -"

The music cuts off and Blaine is left in the dark, halfway through pulling of one of his signature dance moves. "Not again, stupid storms. I swear to god, if there's another blackout any time soon, I'm going back to Ohio." Blaine mumbles to himself as he awkwardly stumbles towards his bedroom, forgetting about dinner altogether. The weather had become horrible in New York as soon as it became winter, even though there hadn't been any snow just yet, it had been pouring down with rain for days now. Blaine loved the snow, he hoped that there would be a reasonable fall of it this year since last year had only been disappointing. The last time he'd experienced a decent amount of snow was when he lived in Ohio, his last year of high school.. Blaine stopped himself from continuing with that thought, it was too painful to bring up now, instead he settled with the thought of what he would get his friends for Christmas this year. As Blaine flops down onto his bed he starts making a list in his head of the things he could buy for David's family, mainly for the kids, cause hell it was fun buying toys for them, Blaine was still a kid at heart as Wes and David loved to point out. Blaine gets up and retrieves his laptop, hoping he has enough battery to type out his Christmas list, but he stops when out of the corner of his eye, he notices the cardboard box that's stuffed under his dresser, the one he hasn't opened since moving into this apartment two years ago. This time though, he can't stop his mind going back to all those years ago. "I need a beer." Blaine says to himself quietly, trying to push back those feeling he had, or more correctly, still has, even if he continues to lie to himself about them.


Kurt Hummel had no idea what he was doing here. He was supposed to be finding a new apartment, maybe even a new name, but he took a leap and had somehow managed to find himself standing outside a block of apartments. The apartment block that Blaine Anderson lived in to be exact.

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. What if he doesn't want to see me? What if he has a boyfriend and their in there - ohmygod. I just need to breathe. A cigarette preferably.

Kurt was over thinking things, deep down in the little rational part of his brain, he knew that. But it had been nearly five years since they had last seen each other and four years since they'd talked. So many things have changed since then. They weren't 18 and 19 anymore. They were grown ups and grown ups don't just run away from their lives like Kurt was doing now. Here he was, standing on the curb of his old best friends Apartment, with his life packed into his Louis Vuitton duffel bag. He felt so insignificant and out of touch with the world now, he felt like he did when he was in High School. The memory of High School stung Kurt like the rain had turned to acid. He smoothed down his Red Alexander McQueen jacket before stepping into the door and walking up the stairs to 3B. Kurt has sort of happy the building didn't have great security, he didn't want to have to talk to Blaine through a buzzer, what would he say? "Hey Blaine, remember me? I was a dick and ruined our friendship, but how bout you let me in since my designer jacket is getting drenched and I have no where to sleep tonight." Yeah, no. He knew what he'd end up doing tonight if Blaine said no, and he didn't think he could live with himself if he went back to that. Taking a few deep breathes, Kurt knocks on the wooden door of 3B. He can't remember how to breathe now. There's no answer for a good few minutes until he hears a bang followed by a string of swear words and all of a sudden the door is open and there he is.


Blaine downs his second beer in record time and goes back to playing Angry Birds on his iPhone, muttering to himself whenever he send the little bird flying way off course. All of a sudden though there's a knock on the door and Blaine looks over to his bedside alarm clock; it reads 1:37am. Who the hell would be at his door at this time of the morning? He panics when he starts to think that maybe there's been an accident and it's the police coming to tell him horrible news. Blind in the dark he searches on the floor for some sweats, answering the door in his boxers, oh so classy but not very appropriate if it is something important. Blaine stumbles through his apartment with the only light he has coming from his phone, it doesn't stop him from running into his coffee table and hitting his shin. "Oh fuck! Ow, stupid mother fucking piece of shit." Blaine hobbles to the door and pulls it open, his face that was twisted in anger and pain turns confused when he sees who it is. And he can't believe it.

"Kurt? Is that you?" Blaine scans his face and quickly drags his eyes all over him. He knows its been a long time and Kurt doesn't look like what he thought he would. Sure, he's still Kurt, with his designer jacket, Louis Vuitton bag, pale skin and beautiful blue eyes. But his normally perfect hair is shaggy and dripping wet from the rain, his eyes, even though still stunningly blue, have dark circles under them, his lips chapped and he looks so skinny, and not Kurt skinny.

"Yeah, it's me.. I'm sorry for just turning up, I know I should have called or something but it all just happened so suddenly and before I knew it I was standing on your curb thinking what an idiot I was but yeah, I'll stop talking now and yeah, leave if you want." Kurts words come out mumbled and Blaine has trouble understanding him, it takes him a minute to remember how to use his tongue to form words. "No, please stay. Um, do you wanna come in? I kinda don't have power but you must be cold.." Kurt sighs happily and nods to Blaine, "Yeah, that would be great."


AN: Haii :D so I hope you liked the beginning of my first multichapter Klaine story. First chapter is just a little teaser to whats coming up next, It get's better, trust me :D Reviews are love 3