A.N: My first ever Glee fanfic. It's not perfect but nothing is. I decided to write this while in ICT. I was supposed to be researching the Data Protection Act but this was much more interesting
Kurt clambered into the taxi and sighed with relief. It had taken him almost 20 minutes to hail the cab. Which considering it was New York and he'd once spent almost an hour trying to get a ride, he considered his mission a success.
"Central park please"
"Yes sir"
Kurt looked up and finally took note of the cab driver. He was surprisingly young and he had the prettiest eyes Kurt had ever seen. It was an odd feeling for Kurt, he wasn't used to finding his taxi drivers attractive. Mostly they were older guys who'd been to the airport and back so many times, it seemed impossible for them to be cheerful.
Kurt studied the taxi driver (trying his hardest for subtlety).The cabbie, whoever he was, had black curly hair that looked like he had at least attempted to tame it. Which Kurt found impossibly cute. What could he say. He had a thing for good hair. He had a strong jaw line, soft looking pink lips and the eyes. Oh the eyes, whiskey coloured and nothing like Kurt had ever seen before.
"See something you like" The cabbie winked at him with a wide grin on his face.
Kurt felt his face get hot. Obviously his attempt at subtlety had failed. Which was really no big surprise. Kurt had always leaned towards the more dramatic aspects in life. The subtleties were somewhat lost on him.
"I-I Uh… uh"
"Nothing to worry about, if I wasn't driving I'd be checking you out as well" The cab driver winked again.
Kurt blushed more and then shook himself. He was Kurt Hummel. Fashion writer for Poison magazine and recently turned 21. He wasn't a blushing 16 year old school boy any more.
"I'm Kurt. Kurt Hummel"
"Nice to meet you. I'm Blaine Anderson and may I say Kurt, that I've never had anyone as good looking as you in my cab"
"Do you always flirt with your customers?" Kurt raised an eyebrow. Determined that he would keep his cool, no matter how charming Blaine was.
"Nah, special service for my most attractive customer yet"
The line should have been entirely cheesy and normally Kurt would have thought it was. It seemed that his new friend was the exception .
"How's your day been then Kurt?"
"It's been surprisingly good. My editor liked my piece and she actually said it didn't need to be edited. Plus one of the other writers is off ill so everyone's happy"
Blaine laughed.
"Why ?"
"She's just one of those people that's always far too perky. Even on Monday mornings when it's pouring with rain and no one's had their coffee yet. Plus she wears sweaters with cats on. It's diabolical. She's been trying to write fashion pieces but unless cat sweaters catch on, she's going to be stuck in the gossip section for awhile. Enough about me though, how's your day been?"
Blaine was amazed at that the speed that Kurt could talk. It seemed through his whole explanation he didn't pause for breath once.
"Busy. You wouldn't believe the things people tell me. It's like the New York cab has become the new confessional. The look on their face when they realise, 'oh god that's the guy I admitted to cheating on Roxanne too' " Blaine chuckled.
"Good stories to tell your partner I imagine" Kurt knew it sounded like he was fishing (he totally was) and he left the statement vague. Blaine may have called him attractive but that didn't mean he didn't have a girlfriend waiting for him. Maybe he complimented all his customers in hopes of a bigger tip.
"No I never told him the stories, he wasn't interested. His lose I suppose. Defiantly is now we've broken up"
"Oh. That's shame"
Blaine smiled at Kurt's reaction.
"Not really it means I'm back on the market. Ready for someone who actually wants to be with me"
"Yeah I had a relationship like that. Sam was never interested in my work. Was the very definition of butch. I think it was sort of doomed from the start. And eventually we drifted apart. Not many relationships after him. It was very much slim pickings for the out gay man in Lima, Ohio. "
"You're from Ohio ? Awesome I grew up in Westerville"
"Oh my god really ? Wow, small world. What school did you go to?"
"Dalton Academy"
"You guys had such an amazing glee club. Our glee club went against yours at sectionals"
"No kidding, you were in New Directions ? I was a Warbler !"
"Whoa it really is small world after all. I always secretly wanted to be a Warbler. Despite those god awful blazers. All that red piping" Kurt shuddered in mock horror.
"Well we were pretty awesome. I met some of my best friends through the Warblers. I'm still in touch with some of the guys. Don't think I could live without them"
"Same here. I think I still talk to everyone in New Directions. I never thought I'd love those guys so much but the world works in extremely funny ways"
"Oh. Well it looks we're here"
Blaine pulled the cab up next to the side walk, he looked as disappointed as Kurt felt. They had so much in common. It wasn't often you met a fellow Ohioan that sang in their school's glee club in the big apple.
"Fare's fifteen dollars and if you're feeling generous how about a phone number"
Kurt dug in for his wallet pulled out the fifteen dollars, his writing pad and his blue pen. He scribbled down his number and handed the sheet of paper to Blaine. Blaine took the pad from Kurt's hands and scribbled his own number down in return. Kurt then reluctantly clambered out of the cab and waved goodbye to Blaine.
He'd lived in New York for almost two years and he'd never enjoyed cab rides. He certainly never enjoyed chatting to the cab drivers and he'd never given give his number to one. In fact he never gave his number to guys in bars. Wait until he told Rachel. She'd think up a love story for the two of them in the matter of seconds and if he gave her long enough she'd imagine an entire Broadway show about it with a full musical score. Not to mention the cast list she'd produce.
Kurt cut through the park and walked a little way to his apartment. He climbed up several flights of stairs with Blaine's number clutched in his hand. He fumbled for his keys in his back pocket and opened the door. Upon entry his first task was to immediately pin the number on his board of designs. Somewhere he wouldn't lose it. He picked up a pencil, that lay on the desk and scrawled Blaine's name underneath the number.
Now all Kurt had to do was figure out when it was acceptable to text Blaine. Then he had to go through the dreadful process of informing Rachel Berry. He could practically hear her excited squeals now,
A.N: I know very little about New York and cab fares but i tried my best. Also thanks to my anonymous reviewer for pointing out all the wow's that used to live in this story. They have no been edited out. Hope you guys liked it :) Thanks for reading !
