TITLE: T

RATING: T

AUTHOR: DANNI-LUVAGE

DISCLAIMER: Sadly I don't own Glee and if I did, there would be ALOT more Klaine

SUMMERY: Kurt Hummel, the hottest thing in fashion goes to Milan for fashion week and meets Blaine Anderson, a homeless beggar outside his hotel who falls in love with Kurt and makes it his life mission to try and get Kurt; but it isn't as easy as it seems...

So guys, new story. Sky High was a bit of a hit and miss for me as I have still got a serious case of writers block so I am going to take a break from it for a while and focus on this story while I try to screw my head on regarding sky high.

I hope you enjoy this one, the idea came to me randomly after seeing Darren speak Italian to all of his fans outside his hotel in Milan, and being half Italian myself I thought It would be a good idea to write a story involving a handsome young man in Italy *Cough* Blaine Anderson.

As I said before, I do hope you enjoy this one and please please review/ comment/give me some ideas that you would like me to include in later chapters, I would love to hear all feedback good or negative :)

Danni x

"Mr Hummel, here is your schedule for this week, when we land we will be going to Hotel Rosa Grand and then you will have the rest of the day to relax, explore, meet your fans and so on and so forth. Check your schedule for any queries but by tomorrow I want to choose and select and portfolio that you wish to take to exhibit at the fashion week"

"Thanks Josh" Kurt smiled tightly flicking through the leather bound book with the elégance, Kurt's brand new fashion label, logo printed elegantly over the front. So much to do in just a week Kurt thought, press conferences, TV interviews, catwalk shows, exhibitions and oh let's not forget the fans. He through the book clumsily onto the floor of his jet and grimaced as he saw the all too familiar city come into view, here we go again he thought, not willing to share his discomfort about the upcoming week.

He pulled up outside Hotel Rosa Grand yet again to find thousands of screaming fans and well of course the paparazzi, you cannot get enough of them can you? Kurt pulled himself out of the car adjusting his outfit that he specially selected for his grand arrival, he loved the attention and he was just milking it by the way he introduced himself to the world. He wore a long knee length black coat with brown faux trim that covered most of his neck with white skinny jeans and his brand new Marc Jacobs knee high black boots complete with his new Pauls Boutique over shoulder bag and rounded cats eye sunglasses. I mean fashion has no gender right?

He smiled and waved at the crowds stopping to pose and sign a few autographs before doing a catwalk pose and strutted off up the stairs and into the hotel lobby that thankfully was nearly empty due to the amount of high security measures that were put in place for him.

"Hummel" He smiled showing his teeth at the receptionist throwing his passport down onto the desk "Do you need anything else?"

"No Mr. Hummel, your room is this way. Let us take your bags for you"

"Oh, no need for that" He waved his hand almost dismissing her "Josh" he clicked his fingers "Bring me my luggage and make it quick, I feel a date at the spa is coming on. My skin is practically swimming with grease from outside"

"Yes of course Mr. Hummel" Josh scampered off down the steps where most of the fans had cleared off and only a few paparazzi hung around hoping for a killer shot. Josh didn't seem to look where he was going as he ran and tripped onto the pavement over a scruffy looking man with uncontrollable curly hair and stubble who sat on the side walk head in hands, by the looks of it he was begging for money

"Get out of my way you filthy beggar" Josh growled at him, and inspected the damage to his shirt. It had a rip up the side and was dirty from where he landed "Look what you have done to my new shirt!"

"Che cosa ho fatto? sei cadutosu di me!" (What did I do? you fell over me!)

"I don't undersatnnnnddd" Josh exaggerated before spitting at the man and stormed over to the car, flinging the boot of the car open and grabbing Kurt's suitcases.

He sauntered over to the man once more and leaned down so he was breathing in the man's face "Don't ever chat back to me, or you will feel my fist, understand? And don't you ever come near me again" and with that Josh stormed into the reception and didn't hear what the mysterious man screamed behind him

"Ho appenavenuto quiper vedereKurt, ho voluto incontrareKurtHummel! Volevoparlare con lui,lui èil mio idolo..." (I just came here to see Kurt, I wanted to meet Kurt Hummel! I wanted to talk to him, he is my idol...)

"What took you so Long Josh?" Kurt grumbled to himself lying face first into his pillows

"A stupid son of a bitch outside tripped me over and ruined my shirt. Your new collection shirt Kurt."

"My shirt? You tore MY SHIRT!" Kurt jumped up and screamed in Josh's face "The only shirt that I had on me to present in my presentation and you RIPPED IT! Do you KNOW how LONG it took me to MAKE this SHIRT and YOU GO AND FUCKING RIP IT! GET OUT NOW!" Kurt roared at Josh pushing him onto the floor "and don't you EVER think about borrowing anything from my collection again!"

"Yes of course Mr Hummel, sorry" Josh whispered before turning and fleeing out the door slamming it behind him.

"ARRRGHHH" Kurt screamed before kicking his suitcase to the floor. Why was life a bitch? Why did something bad happen when something was going right for once? Kurt did not understand. Maybe it was the lack of a stable home to live in instead of travelling round the world promoting and designing fashions or maybe it was the lack of love. He just could not work it out.

Hanging his head he walked over to the French doors and flung them open without much struggle and walked over to the edge of the balcony leaning over the rail and breathed in the smell of Milan not caring if anyone got a dodgy shot of him. He fumbled in his pocket and fished out a packet of cigarettes and his favourite pink lighter, rolling it round in his hands smirking at it slightly before lighting his cigarette and inhaling. The smell and feeling of warmth in his chest was somewhat comforting to him, it was homely almost. Kurt stood staring out at his surroundings and Milan at its best, the sun was going down and the city was slowly becoming illuminated and the hustle and bustle of fashion week was slowly approaching. He wondered how many people were out there tonight just going about their business, going home to their families, walking with loved ones in the park laughing, hugging and kissing. He shook his head trying to erase the thought of him being all alone and tried to take in the sights, sounds and even the ever so often whiff of typical Italian cooking but nothing was working, Kurt Hummel was truly alone in the world.

With another growl, he threw his packet of cigarettes on the floor and jumped on them in utter rage. How could Kurt frickin Hummel, one of the biggest things in fashion at the moment be alone without love? He suddenly hated his life, hated his life's work and most and foremost his designs that were sitting inside all packed up neatly waiting to be displayed and sold to people who

Had money and probably a life, unlike Kurt.

So a guy, that was my first chapter over, I hope you liked it and if you want to see Kurt's outfits, I will be designing them and linking them to each chapter via Polymore.

If you have any suggestions/ideas or thoughts just review and I will try to answer any questions you may have?

To see Kurt's Outfit when he arrives at the hotel: http : / / w w w . p o l y v o r e . c o m / c g i / s e t ? i d = 3 5 1 1 0 1 7 2

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