((A/N: First attempt at Klaine, I've succumbed.))

Rating:T and one alcohol reference, will be M later.

Summary: Kurt Hummel is breaking out of the boring, and heading to the city that never sleeps! Will he be able to overcome the unexpected memories that are attached to an old love?

The soft warmth of the summer morning sifted through the window of my town home. The sunshine dappled across my skin, painting patterns on the sensitive parts of my shoulders and upper arms. I remembered that it was finally Friday. Friday was empty for me most of the time, and that allowed for much more sleep than I usually expected to get while working. I awoke with a groan and the creaking of my joints. I loved this feeling of waking up late, no plans.

'Wait, I do have plans,' I thought, rubbing my eye sockets dryly, 'Damn you, Finn.'

That's right, I had agreed to meet my step-brother Friday afternoons for lunch, since we lived so close.

I guess I always thought that I would end up moving across the country, leaving all of my past behind for forge a path of my own. Whether time got away from me, or I somehow found charismatic charm to my hometown, I never left the borders of Ohio. I was a twenty minute drive from Dad and Carole's house, and the majority of my Glee friends.

I gave up on becoming awake by kneading my eyes, and glanced to my bedside clock. Morning was running into afternoon and I had an hour to be ready, no time in my opinion.

My skin regimen would need to be stricter and the plumes of spiky hair would need to be tamed faster. I would be cutting it way too close. I was right, I was pulling out of the driveway five minutes too late.

I flipped my iPod on shuffle and hummed along to the Lady Gaga tune, sweet closure.

I never understood why Finn liked to have these little pow-wows every other week. I guess he got the tell me all about his love life in that step-brotherly way, and he lets me talk about school. My college life was far from glamorous, but it's all I had going for myself. Nothing in Ohio gave me a thrill, and I needed to be able to leave the comfort of my home.

I pulled up to the swank little coffee shop and found Finn sitting by the back, a goofy smile creased his face when he saw me.

"Dude, Kurt, long time no see."

"Seriously, Finn? You saw me in the grocery store by happenstance like, a week ago," I said, sitting across from him with a small smile.

"I know, it is what it is."

"I'm not looking for deep insight into the encounter, let's just go and get our coffee," I said, leading to the order-line. We stood through a comfortable silence.

"How's it going with Tracey?" I asked, wanting to keep the conversation light.

"Man, it's great, life's great, she's great," Finn said with a contented sigh while we ordered. I recalled the woman; long brown mane of hair and a bubbly and kind personality, and all-around sweet-heart.

"That sounds. . .great," I muttered as we walked back with our lattes.

"Yeah," Finn breathed half-mindedly, he seemed to snap out of his trance, "How about you?"

"As if you don't already know," I said with a small frown.

"Just askin'"

"Sure."

"You still taking classes for your degree?" Finn changed the subject amid sips and bites of a monstrous muffin.

"Yep, I'll be transferring to New York in the next week, I'll be gone for half a year, tops," I said nonchalantly into my coffee cup.

"It sucks you'll be leaving, we'll miss you for real," he said with a look of worry on his face.

"Don't sweat it, I'll be back before you know it, and then I'll have presents for everyone. I'll be like a Santa Clause trainee, or something," I said with a bit of snark.

Finn cracked up, saying that would be fine.

That lightened the mood, and kept the conversation rolling on the mundane.

Before I knew it an hour had passed, and Finn needed to get back working at the auto-shop. We soon said farewell, and went our separate ways.

It's true, part of me wanted to be alongside my dad, up to my elbows in car parts and motor oil. However, a larger part of me didn't roll that way. Being out of high school for three years had made the horizon much, much bigger. In two terms of college, I would get my degree and be able to design clothes anywhere I could dream of. I would entertain daydreams of owning my own line, enough plaid for an eternity of designing. It would be heaven. The degree was within my grasp, and New York would be the door to all these things.

The following morning was spent loading up belongings, saying teary goodbyes and lots of double-checking. I can't be forgetting some lotion or article of clothing that would cost me mucho denero to replace. Boarding the plane was no problem, just bustling people and confusing signs.

I was fortunate enough to acquire a window seat, and sitting next to a woman with a sleeping baby would be fine, if not potentially problematic. We would be taking off in a few minutes, primo time to surf the web. Facebook was desolate, aside from the onslaught of well-wishes from friends. I was halfway through browsing Youtube when a small red notification blipped on my Facebook tab. The plane lurched and took off, and I felt my gut twist and churn. My lip contorted into a grimace. I read the following:

Blaine Anderson has requested to be friends!

It then asked as to whether or not to accept the invitation. I probably looked as sick as I thought I would be.

'The hell?' I thought, 'I thought I blocked him. God, blast from the past.'

Blaine's profile picture was him, obviously in a club, holding a red cup aloft into the massive crowd behind him. The goofy, and slightly dopey smile painted across his face sent shivers through my body.

'Still partying, huh?' I thought bitterly, clicking on his pictures.

Of the almost six hundred photos of him, most were in clubs or bars. He knew how to pose his body, you have to give him that. He was pulling off sexy like he bathed in it, never a single hair out of place. There was a series of photos of him in the arms of another man, the two happy and smiling to the other. No deep, seething jealousy rose in me like I thought there would. The photos of him with this man escalated to serious make-out, ew. This is Facebook, we don't need things to be that personal. I felt my pulse rising dangerously high, memories broke through that I haven't thought of in years. Tears welled to my eyes, hot anger coursed like acid through my very being. I felt both the need to crawl into a hole, and scream to the world my frustrations.

Blaine had been my first at everything, I mean everything, he'd taken me from my awkward and non-existent love life to a new feeling of being wanted. But, I suppose the chemicals wear off and when you begin to actually sober up, it's too late and you're knee-deep in a relationship you weren't ready for. Perhaps this was what pushed Blaine to dump me and leave me while he endeavored through every house party to kingdom come. I don't know, I don't bother to wonder any more.

The people around me carried on while my ex-boyfriend stared me down from behind a shot-glass, or a thick mop of curls. My energy drained; I was spent.

With exasperated sigh I pressed the 'ignore' button with more flourish than necessary and snapped the laptop shut. Thank Gaga that kid moved away.

Aside from the panic-attack inducing Blaine incident, all went well on the flight to New York. Oh god, the people. There's droves of them. . .everywhere. Walking, rushing, driving, just there. I was having second thoughts in the taxi on my way to my apartment. Everything needed to be looked at, and Ii was more than happy to oblige, kind of being a typical tourist. My cabby was more than happy to tell stories linked to the structures, and I ate it up.

My apartment is nothing fancy, a single-bedroom apartment with a kitchen and bathroom. I can even see loads of sky and the twinkling lights of skyscrapers to keep me company. I managed to unpack the things that I'd brought in my carry-on bags, and enjoyed a meal of takeout on the small terrace I own.

I miss off of the friends I had back at home already, and I know they're only one phone call away. But, that doesn't substitute for the actual thing. Classes will be starting in a few days and I am needing to find work to pay for rent. In a sad way I miss living with my parents when I was at McKinley.

A/N: It is rated M for future chapters, Blaine appears in the next chapter!

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