Hey!

This is my first-ever Klaine fic, but it just sort of came to me. I never write ahead, it's just not my style.

A bit of information! They have never met before, and even if some things line up with what happened on the show, a lot of other things don't. Simply because I don't feel like scrutinizing every episode to get things right ;). This gives me way more freedom.

I don't want to give out too much before even starting the story, but I think it is safe to say that in this story Kurt is 19 and Blaine is 22.

Since this is my first Klaine fic ever, I am kind of nervous, and I would love some feedback! If no one likes it, then I don't know if I want to keep on writing this, haha. Is that weird? Anyways, I hope you enjoy anyway, and just know that this is the first chapter, and that nothing ever really happens in the first chapter ^^.

-Oh, and by the way, the title is a wink to Holy Musical B tman. I thought it would be ironic...
OH! English is not my native language!

Arrivals

Kurt stood in line to get over the border. Since he was a citizen of the USA he had to stand in a different line. Well, line might be an overstatement. He was the only one there, waiting for someone of the staff to come over, to take a look at his passport. He sighed. The flight from Paris wasn't that long, but mentally it had been hard. He had spent the weekend with his dad in Paris. It still seemed unreal. Burt in Paris. Surprisingly they had actually enjoyed themselves. The hard part came when Burt had to go board for Ohio, while Kurt had to board for London. They both knew they wouldn't be seeing each other for a while, yet they also knew it was a good thing.

Kurt had decided to live a year abroad. Most people just crossed state lines, or went to Canada, but Kurt thought he should do something drastic. He went looking online, and found an internship at the UK version of Vogue. He had applied immediately, it was Vogue after all! After two weeks they got back to him, to congratulate him.

And now here he was. It was still a bit surreal. He looked around, slightly moving to the beat of his iPod, and smiled when he saw a young woman walking over to him.

'Good afternoon, sir. I am sorry for the wait, we usually don't get people from the States at our airport,' she apologized with a smile.

Kurt found himself smiling back, if only for her adorable accent.

'If not for my weekend in Paris with my dad I wouldn't have been here to begin with,' he chuckled. 'Probably would've ended up at… Heathrow?'

The woman nodded, and clapped her hands. 'Now, let's get you checked!'

Kurt handed over his passport and hoisted his bag over his shoulder. The thing was way too heavy, but he had stuffed all of the stuff that didn't fit into his other bags in there. Bags, yes. Plural. He was Kurt Hummel, please.

The woman handed back his passport and gave him a wide smile.

"Enjoy your time in London, Mr. Hummel!"

Kurt grinned back and walked across the border. The first thing that him, was to call his dad, but he realized his dad wouldn't be home yet, so he should call a little later. He looked around for his bags, and saw them passing by at the far end of the hall. He walked over there, slowly regretting his multiple bag situation. He had to ride the subway, for the very first time, managing three bags. He had tried to make sense of it all back home, but it was still a blur of bright lines to him. He was glad he had a train to get to first, so he would have some more time to figure things out.

He pulled his bags off and walked over to the closest ATM to get some money. He wasn't sure if his card would work, plus, it seemed safer to just have cash. He stuffed it in his wallet, shifted his bags so they were sort of comfortable to walk with, and walked towards the exit.

With his train ticket in hand, and directions in his head, he made way for the station. He couldn't wait to drop off his bags. He would be staying with some friend of Carole's for the first two days, so he could get everything settled with Vogue. And even though he had no clue how to get to his apartment, he had been told it wasn't all too far.

Lost in thought, he mindlessly followed the orders to what platform he needed to go, and almost got lost in the process. He shook his head, cleared his mind, and looked around. He saw the platform, and the train was just arriving. Sighing relieved he walked over as fast as he could and got in.

45 Minutes later he got off at some station called Tottenham Hale. He could hardly remember it, but he knew it was the right one. Steve had said so. After that, Steve's directions got a bit jumbled up. The only thing he remembered was that Steve would pick him up at Holloway Road.
After 10 minutes of staring at his subway map, or, tube, as they called it here, he decided to rise above himself and ask for help. He went to the ticket station, straightened his shoulders and took a deep breath.

"Hi, ehm, I was wondering what the easiest way is to get to Holloway Road?"

"Are you going to be traveling more today, or is that your final stop?" The man behind the glass asked, a sympathetic smile on his face when he eyed the bags behind the young man.

"I need to travel more today, is that a problem?" Kurt suddenly got very nervous, even if the man seemed nice enough.

"No, no, not at all!" The man smiled a toothy grin. "If you just needed to go to Holloway Road, a single fare ticket would have been enough. If you are going to travel more today, a Travelcard is recommended. You can travel all day in the assigned zones, on that same ticket."

Kurt just nodded, that sounded like something he would need.

"So, where would you need to go after this? I need to know that for the zones," the man hastily added when Kurt just stared at him confused.

"Ehm, give me a sec.." he mumbled while grabbing the envelope out of his jacket. He quickly looked at it and said: "Oxford Circus."

"Okay, good. I am going to give you a Travelcard for zones 1 to 4. That will cover basically everything you need to go. Just remember, if you need to go somewhere further away, to buy another ticket."

Kurt nodded once more, hoping he would remember all of this information. He gave the man the money he asked for and took his ticket and change.

When he didn't move the man asked: "Anything else I can help you with?"

Kurt let his shoulders slump slightly. This was going to be a long day.

"Yes, sorry. How do I get to Holloway Road?"

The man gave him a smile and explained it to him. He wished Kurt good luck and Kurt turned around, wondering if he made the right decision in coming here.

After a struggle down the escalators he stopped in front of the wall with the stations on it. He needed the one with the Finn's park. He knew it wasn't called like that, but he could easily remember it because his name was in it. He found he was looking for and walked into the right direction. His heart sank when the train just drove off, so he just sagged on one of the benches, hoping the next one would be there soon and it wouldn't be all too crowded.

Be careful what you wish for, they say, and Kurt knew they were right. Even though the next train came only minutes later, it was kind of packed. He sighed and wormed his way in anyway, cursing his bags under his breath. He thought he heard someone chuckle, but he was too annoyed to care if it was directed at him. He found himself a spot, after putting his suitcases against one of the walls.

He moved his bag from one shoulder to another, so he could take hold off the pole that was next to him, but he was too late. The train started driving, and the pull caught him off-guard. He fell over, face-first into the man standing before him.

"Oh, come on!" he exclaimed, while he gripped the man's shirt to keep him standing. The man turned around, and Kurt started apologizing.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to… I just never.. Ugh. This is my first time on a subway, oh, sorry, tube, and I guess I wasn't prepared." He realized he was still holding on to the man's shirt and he quickly let go, taking a hold off the pole. "Sorry.."

He got cut off by the man chuckling. He finally looked up and saw that the man was looking at him with an amused smirk on his face.

"You from Canada?" The man's eyes were twinkling, and Kurt couldn't seem to look away. He got sucked into the hazel, amber, warm orbs but he quickly snapped himself out of it. This may not be Ohio, but he had no real clue about how gay people were appreciated here.

"Why would you ask that?" Kurt raised a confused eyebrow, and he thought he saw the man's breath hitching, but he was sure he just saw wrong.

"Well, you keep apologizing for everything. Canadians tend to say sorry for everything. So, are you? From Canada?"

Kurt rolled his eyes and the man chuckled again. "No, I am not from Canada. You're not from here either, are you?" Kurt suddenly felt bold. Guess falling into strangers will do that to you. He hadn't heard the English accent once.

The man narrowed his eyes in amusement. "No, I'm not. Even if it sure does feel like that if you have been living here for three years. It's nice to see the accent hasn't rubbed off on me. Yet." The man added smiling. "Oh, by the way, I'm Blaine. I'd extend my hand, but I am not sure if you could hold yourself up."

Kurt rolled his eyes at the clear amusement on the man's… Blaine's face. He held out his hand and shook Blaine's hand. "I'm Kurt. Nice to meet you, I guess."

Blaine laughed, and Kurt enjoyed the wondrous sound. He swayed lightly when the train came to another stopped, and Blaine eyed him closely.

"I'm not a little kid, you know," Kurt snapped playfully. Oh god, was he flirting? No, no, no, no, cut it out. You haven't even been here for half a day, and you are flirting with a random stranger?

"Oh, I know," Blaine said smoothly, giving him a small wink. Kurt felt his cheeks flushing at the suggestive tone underneath those innocent words and found himself focusing on the maps.

"Oh, next stop is mine. I guess. Yeah! See! Finn's park!"

Blaine cocked an eyebrow. "Finn's park? Finsbury Park, you mean?"

Kurt waved him off. "It's hard enough already to figure out where to get to. At least I can remember it like this. Finn's my stepbrother. It's gonna be different when I need to get to Oxford Circus later today. Hopefully Steve's directions will be a bit more clear this time," Kurt gave a small laugh.

"Oxford Circus is actually on this line, you know?"

"Oh, I know. I saw that. But that would have been too easy." Kurt sighed. "I am staying with Steve for two days, until everything gets settled with my Vogue internship." He raised an eyebrow at Blaine's expression. He decided to flirt a bit more, he would never see this guy again, so who cared? He didn't even know if he was gay. "You looking like that because I mentioned Steve, or Vogue?"

Blaine seemed a bit flustered and Kurt smiled on the inside. This was fun.

"Both?" A small voice came out eventually.

Kurt laughed and shook his head. "Steve, I'll have you know, is a 40 year old friend of my stepmom's. And straight to the bone." He watched the tension leave Blaine's body, and was wondering if Blaine actually was gay. He shook it off immediately. Who was he kidding?

"Anyways," he started to continue, when he felt the train slowing down. He moved himself over to his suitcases, trying his best not to fall over again. He heard Blaine chuckle again, and when he was steady with suitcases and all he scowled at him, which only made Blaine laugh harder.

When the train came to a stop, and the doors opened, he turned to say goodbye to Blaine, when Blaine beat him to it.

"It was nice to meet you, Kurt! Good luck with Vogue and the tube and maybe we'll bump into each other again!"

Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine, who was smiling like a little kid, but he couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips.

He got off the train and watched the doors close. He gave Blaine a small wave before following the signs that said Piccadilly Line, feeling giddy.

Blaine couldn't keep the grin off of his face for the rest of the ride. He never wanted to assume anyone was gay, but he was pretty sure the signs were there. Kurt even mentioned his friend was straight, so he thought he was pretty sure. He knew Kurt was sure they would never see each other again, which would make sense if any of the circumstances were different. Kurt had no idea though.

This is going to be so much fun, Blaine thought when he got off at Oxford Circus, while pushing away the nagging thoughts, thinking of beautiful eyes instead.

Soo... What did you think!? I really would appreciate reviews right now! But please, keep them nice :)? You can say what's wrong with it, but please.. be gentle ^^.

Obviously the title is meant ironically since they are in London.

If you have questions, don't hesitate to ask them! I will try to respond to every review!

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