Author's Note: It's my first fic ever, so bear with me. It will start off slow, I just hope you guys will trust in me and stick with this one! Just something cool, there will be a featured song for each chapter and that will be what the chapter name will be. Anyways, I love feedback, and suggestions and comments are welcomed! You can message me on tumblr, it's teenidlexo and just make sure to add the . tumblr . com part. Stupid fanfiction won't let me add links...*sigh*
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...I'll begin not to love you,
Turn around, see me runnin',
I'll say I loved you years ago,
Tell myself you never loved me, no...
The soft, soothing music filled Blaine's ears the minute he walked in the door of the coffee shop. The voice of a petit man was entrancing him, along with the words he sung. Blaine slid himself into a chair and tried not to take his eyes off the silhouette on the stage.
...And did you say he was pretty?
And did you say that he loves you?
Baby, I don't wanna know...
Blaine had never heard a voice quite like the one that was surrounding him and the rest of the people in the shop. The man sung the last note of his song and disappeared behind the stage. Blaine had been to "The Shed" a million times before, but he'd never seen the man who'd mesmerised Blaine with his feathery but powerful falsetto.
"Kurt Hummel everybody!" announced the owner of the Shed, who was thanked by a round of applause.
"He'll be here every night this week, so be sure to tell your friends." Bill, the owner, removed himself from the stage as another performer walked on, launching into a horrible cover of a Katy Perry song. Blaine lifted himself from his chair and carried himself to the counter. His ears still ringing with the sound of the wonderful voice who he now knew belonged to a man named Kurt.
"A medium drip please, and an almond biscotti." He handed over a five dollar bill to the cashier who smiled sweetly and handed him his order. "Thanks." He replied with a smile.
Blaine tied his scarf as he braced himself for the cold wind that would return when he exited the quaint coffee shop. He sipped the drink in hopes that it would warm him up a bit, with no luck. He only lived a few blocks away.
Blaine smiled and nodded at Andy the doorman and proceeded to climb the stairs to his apartment. He shoved his key into the lock and kicked off his shoes as he entered. His apartment was nothing special. A tiny kitchen, a couch placed in the centre of what he considered the living room, and a door leading to the bedroom. The walls were painted an off white. Blaine didn't particularly enjoy the colour, but he had no desire to paint the walls himself.
He took off his coat and scarf before taking a seat on the couch. He grabbed his cell phone from his pocket and began texting.
Hey Jake, we still on for tomorrow? - Blaine
It didn't take long for Jake to reply, they'd been seeing each other for several weeks now. Nothing official though, Blaine wasn't ready for a boyfriend.
Of course, we'll meet at the Shed around six, correct? :) – Jake
Can't wait. See you tomorrow. – Blaine
Blaine sighed. He liked Jake. He just didn't know what he wanted from him.
He'd only ever had one serious boyfriend, and that was in high school. It hadn't lasted longer than eight months, but it still managed to damage Blaine more than any other event in his life had. It's been two and a half years since the break up, but Blaine still hadn't found a way to let go.
He looked up at the clock and realised he'd been laying there for over an hour. He brushed his teeth and hopped into his bed. Setting his alarm for 8am.
Kurt awoke at promptly 6am, like every other day, and began his morning moisturising routine. By 7am Kurt had finished his routine and had thrown on his new Burberry shirt and his prized Alexander McQueen asymmetrical cardigan. He glided around his apartment sharing his voice with his Shiba Inu puppy which he appropriately named Garland.
After finishing his emotional rendition of "The Man That Got Away" for Garland, Kurt grabbed his bag and headed out the door.
One of the many things Kurt enjoyed about New York City in early Spring was the brisk morning air. He tried to remember what it was like in Ohio, but it'd been years since he'd been to his hometown. He opened to his favourite bakery in all of New York, "Decadence." He pointed at the small honey and pine nut tart he wanted, and handed the cashier the total.
Next Kurt headed across the street and entered the familiar coffee shop.
"Hey Bill, busy today?" Kurt asked enthusiastically.
"Kurt, it's only 8am, half of New York is still fast asleep! I don't know how you do it kid." Replied the burly man.
"Years of practice!" Kurt joked. "So any other performers tonight? I can't be the only New Yorker trying to make a name for themselves!"
"Afraid not kiddo, the show's all yours! Just try and lay off the Broadway for once."
Kurt sent an evil glare in Bill's direction, Bill just brushed it off. He was used to Kurt's glares by now.
"Right, so, how was I last night?"
"Fantastic! The house loved it. Where'd you find that song? It didn't seem like something you woulda done." Bill questioned.
"It's just...a song that means a lot to me." Kurt offered a weak smile.
"Can I get you anything kiddo? On the house!" Bill grinned as Kurt nodded and asked for his usual. Bill handed him his non-fat mocha and patted Kurt on the back before retreating behind the counter.
Kurt sat there and sipped his coffee, running over his setlist for the night. He had been performing at the Shed for six months now, hoping that people would began to realise the talent the man possessed. He'd sung everything from Barbra, to Judy, to Whitney, to Mariah, even Madonna. Once or twice he'd covered a song traditionally sung by a man, just to spice things up a bit.
As he finished up the last of his now lukewarm drink Kurt exited the booth and started out the door. He walked into the Thierry Mugler boutique he'd been employed at for over a month now, admiring the new collection of women's clothing they'd just received. Kurt spotted Rachel sifting through the new collection.
"Come on Rachel, we both know there's no way you can afford any of that." Kurt nudged her shoulder and giggled. "And since when have you been interested in designer clothing? I thought that was my thing."
"I just thought that if I went into an audition wearing a designer piece they might take an interest in me. Even though my voice is a mix of Barbra and Patti, and that should be enough to get me hired...It's hard Kurt. Have you been to any auditions yet?"
"I haven't had time and I've got that gig at the coff—" Rachel let out a disappointed sigh and cut him off midsentence.
"Kurt you can't perform at a tiny little coffee shop for the rest of your life. Do you remember the plan we made our sophomore year?" Kurt nodded. "We were going to get out of Lima as soon as possible and come to New York to start our careers on Broadway. What happened Kurt?"
Kurt pondered Rachel's question. What had happened? He was so bent on making it on Broadway and going into showbiz, but somehow his dream got lost along the way.
"I didn't get into NYADA like you Rachel. It's more difficult for someone without impressive things on their resume like that." Kurt looked down at the floor, holding back his tears. "Look at you Rachel. You've already played two of your dream roles, Fanny Brice and Evita Peron and we've only been here three years. That's more than people who've lived here their whole lives can say. You're just more talented Rachel. You are cut out for Broadway. Maybe I'm destined to perform in coffee shops and charity shows for the rest of my life." Kurt ended his monologue with a weak smile shot in Rachel's direction.
The two continued to make small talk for a good fifteen minutes before Kurt started his shift. They said their goodbyes but Kurt couldn't let go about the conversation they had shared. All day he thought about what Rachel had said, and he promised he would fulfil his dream of playing a leading man on Broadway. He had to.
So that's the first chapter. Hope you liked it, and I'll try and get the next few up ASAP.