Hi there! Thanks for joining me for story time today here at Briction. As many of you know, we opened our doors exactly one week ago today. Our name was inspired by the one and only Kurt Hummel, who so eloquently mashed up "Broadway" and "Fiction". Pretty original huh? He was always a funny guy if you ask me. Wait a second…some of you don't know who Kurt Hummel is? Well sit back ladies and gentlemen, and let me tell you the story of Kurt Hummel, his best friend Rachel Berry, his….well I don't want to spoil the story too much, but you'll also learn about Blaine Anderson. My oh my, that Blaine Anderson is one fine…..oh sorry, got a little off track. Alright, ready? Here we go….
"Rachel, I can't believe we're here."
Kurt Hummel says as he walks arm-in-arm with Rachel Berry, his best friend and soon-to-be Broadway extraordinaire, down the chaotic and busy city streets of New York City.
"It's just like we always dreamed." Rachel concedes.
Kurt and Rachel had been best friends for as long as they could remember. To be honest, neither one can actually remember the moment they met. Kurt will tell you that Rachel used to come over for tea parties when they were kids, but of course, Rachel's version is much more dramatic. In Rachel's version, she'll tell you that while she was performing her version of "Funny Girl" for her two dads (and let's be real, anyone else in the neighborhood who would sit through her terribly exhausting and embarrassing rendition), Kurt would always show up and watch her and, of course, be amazed by what a star he knew she would eventually become. And yes, according to Rachel, this is why Kurt decided he must absolutely get in her good graces and become friends at such a young and tender age.
While we may never really know the true story of their friendship, something tells me it's somewhere in the middle of those two versions.
"Rachel, I have to be honest with you." Kurt says and he brings both him and Rachel to a complete stop, smack dab in the middle of Time Square.
Rachel gets an immediate look of concern on her face and patiently (no…not so patiently) waits for Kurt to continue. Kurt stares at Rachel, whose eyebrows at this point have basically reached the top of her forehead. Kurt seems to be taking it all in before continuing.
"I didn't want to tell you this, but I can't put it off any longer." Kurt says.
"Oh my god Kurt. Just spit it out already." Rachel replies.
Kurt takes a deep breath and then spills what he's been holding onto in his head since the moment they stepped off the plane at JFK.
"I've had 'the feelling' since we stepped off the plane." Kurt finally says.
Rachel's eyes become the size of softballs, her stomach begins to flutter, and her face takes on the size of the Joker in Batman.
"'The' feeling? As in….." Rachel asks, while anxious waiting for Kurt to reply. She doesn't dare get her hopes up, but if she's thinking what he's thinking, then she's feeling like she could dance through Time Square naked (don't worry though, Rachel Berry is naked-free in this little story).
Kurt just shakes his head confirming her suspicions.
"Yes Rachel. 'The feeling' that I get when something happens in my life that either takes me life 90 degrees to the left, or 90 degrees to the right. Either way, my life is about to change in one form or another."
"I can't believe it! Maybe you'll be starring with me on Broadway! Maybe we'll have our own show together! Maybe…."
"Rachel, stop!"
Kurt cuts her off before her pitch gets to the level only dogs in a 100 mile radius could understand. Rachel's excitement is understandable though. The last time this happened, Kurt found out he got accepted to NYADA. Before that, Kurt found out his dad had cancer. Before that, Kurt found out…..well, you get the picture.
Rachel and Kurt pick up walking through Times Square as they are heading to their apartment (which they have no clue how to find yet), or at least the closet that they are calling their apartment. After all, living in New York City comes at a price. As they round the corner, Kurt is lost in his own thoughts (and the peace and quiet since Rachel has taken it upon herself to get lost in her own daydream and thus not saying a word). Kurt certainly isn't going to get her talking voluntarily. Not that he doesn't love to talk to Rachel, it's just that since they finalized their plans to head to New York, he feels like he can count on one hand the number of times Rachel has taken a breath in between talking and planning the rest of their lives.
Being that Kurt is so lost in his own thoughts, he isn't paying attention as they round the corner where their apartment is located. His lack of attention causes him to bump into a hard guitar case that suddenly appeared out of nowhere in front of him. It takes a moment for Kurt to come back to reality, and then he's trying to figure out how a guitar case could just randomly appear in front of his face. It's not until the guitar case, and the gorgeous guy who the case is attached to, turns around.
Kurt is shell shocked….as in mouth hanging open, jaw to the floor, eyes about to pop out of his head, can't say a word….shell shocked.
The guitar case, as it turns out, is attached to one Mr. Blaine Anderson, singer-songwriter, performer, extraordinaire (even if he, nor anyone else, knows it at the time).
Blaine stares at Kurt for a minute as if he's trying to figure out why he walked into him. Finally, Kurt realizes he's staring like an idiot, tries to think of something to say.
"Um, excuse me? We're new here." Kurt says as he points to Rachel.
"I'm Blaine." Blaine says as he sticks out his hand.
"Kurt." Kurt says as he shakes the hand Blaine offered. "This is my friend Rachel. Do you think you could help us find an address?"
Kurt hands him a piece of paper with their address on it. Blaine looks at Rachel with a fleeting glance, then back at Kurt before continuing.
"Come with me. I know a shortcut."
