A/N: Hi! This is my first fanfic ever, so please be kind. I have ideas for chapters, but it all depends if you want me to continue. Please feel free to message/comment! I am happy to read your reviews :) And please notify that english isn't my native language so I am sorry for grammar mistakes.

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Blaine Anderson.

The famous pop star. He had everything a young, in his early twenties pop star needed: Looks, fame and money. His face was everywhere on the social media after one of the musical producers saw his music video youtube, and contacted him.

Now everybody knew him. Barely no one would recognize the curly haired boy who used to put videos of himself to the internet, that were now of course private and not to be seen.

His face covered almost every teenage magazine was and his name was the topic of many girls who adored his voice, and mostly, his looks.

Kurt sighed as he pushed the latest magazine of Vogue away. Now he was even on his favorite magazine too? Apparently he had been seen with some mysterious girl, and everybody wanted to know if he was dating. And there was a huge poster of him in the next page, as he was concerting in New York this week.

Kurt didn't even bother to read it. Kurt stood up and walked around his small apartment. Since moving to New York, he had hard time finding a apartment, but then found this small attic flat with small rent. It was not as fancy as he wanted, but it had a small kitchen and bedroom with rather large closet, what he needed.

Kurt didn't have a good job for a while in his first months in New York, so he had ended up with a waiters job. He had done that a while not, until he had seen a note of auditions for a musical. Kurt was amazing performer, dancer and singer. There was no doubt, and he had gotten a part of the musical. He didn't know then, it was actually "The Phantom of the Opera". He had been cast as a backup for The Phantom. Soon the producers called him, saying there had been an accident of the actors family, and Kurt and got the role for The Phantom. He was excited. He knew he would only be playing him for three months, when the firstly cast actor would come back. But, still, he was the lead role!

The trainings had started two months ago, and there was now less than three months to the premier. For the first time in his life, there was something he really looked forward to and couldn't wait to be on stage. He had been keen with musicals from a young age, been on the school's Glee Club in high school and knew then, where he wanted to be: on Broadway. This was his chance to shine.

Then, his phone ring. It read "Rachel". His sister.

"Hey, Rach"

"Hey, Kurt. You never guess where I am!"

"In NY, perhaps?"

"What, no? How did you know?" She asks.

"Um, you called me like three times yesterday, maybe because of that?" Kurt replies sarcastically. His sister Rachel, only one year younger than he, was visiting New York for the first time. But, the reason wasn't only Kurt. Like he had read from the magazine, Blaine Anderson had a concert in NY. And Kurt's sister was obsessed with the popstar, and since she had missed his latest concert, she had decided to come see her brother and go to his idol's concert.

"Yes! Where did you said you lived again?"

Kurt tol the address, and it took less than half hour he heard the knocks on the door. Kurt opened the door, and before he even get to take a look at his sister, she was already hugging him tightly.

"Kurtie!" Rachel says sweetly as she squeezes him.

"You can let go now, Rach" Kurt says, gasping for air.

"Oh, sorry"

Kurt took a look at his beautiful sister, her brown hair and she seemed to have some weird thing for blouses with animals.

They talked about their lives, how their weeks had been and Kurt talked excitedly about his musical, but every time he even mentioned music or dancing, she'd mention her admiration.

"Have you listened his latest song? Oh my god it's good!" Rachel adores, smiling brightly to herself as she begins to daydream.

"Can't say I have", Kurt sighs. He couldn't care a less about the celebrity.

"But, Kurt, you must take me to the concert hall. I'll get lost, and I definately don't want to be late!"

Kurt looks at his sister. Did he look like he wanted to go there? His sister saw the look, and tried to do her best puppy eyed look.

"Please, Kurt, for me."

"All right, all right" Kurt promises and pats her shoulder.

"Yes!" She shouts, throwing his hand away and jumps eagerly.

The next day Kurt already regretted taking her to the concert. Rachel wanted to go there eight hours early. So they left at 11 am, the concert's doors opened at 7pm, yet his concert would start at nine.

His sister was jumping in excitement, humming his songs all the time and not shutting about him. At some point Kurt had simply but earphones on, and she didn't even seem to notice them. She continued talking on the subway, on their walk to the streets. They arrived to the concert hall before twelve, and saw how it was already filled with fans, sitting on the ground, chatting and listening his music.

"Kurt, stay a while, won't you?"

"Fine"

Kurt ended up spending the next eight hours with his sister. It wasn't so bad if there wouldn't have been the fans around him. He tried to change his sister's topics what to talk about, but once he'd mention something that might not even have anything to do with him, she'd never shut up about him. Kurt started to feel annoyed. He got his breaks as he brought food for them, only to see more girls were surrounded his sister, talking about how cute he looked.

Somehow he managed to leave his sister, after seven pm. He had survived through the ocean of fans, once the doors had opened they all run through the door, screaming his name and everything.

Kurt walked on the streets where he passed his fans. He didn't really understand the big deal. He was to cross the street, watched for cars before crossing it. He starts to cross the street. Then – out of the blue, a dark car curves from the corner with fast speed. Car' tires squeal, but too late. Kurt's eyes have only a quick glimpse of the car's bright headlight, before the car hits him.

"Oh my god"

"Oh my, are you OK? Can you hear me?"

More worried voices, Kurt can see people around him. It was all blurry, pain and shouts. A boy runs to him, pulling his head up. "Can you hear me?" A golden eyed boy asks, he can't see his face, only blurriness.

"Someone call 991!"

Some raises his body, he couldn't move. He can taste the blood. Someone's holding him, but he can't stay conscious. Everything goes black for him.

Distant voices, mumbling. A low beeping voice.

"How are you feeling, son?" A voice calls Kurt. He blinks his eyes open. Ache fills his head, and there is pain in his leg. Kurt takes a look around, and finds himself in a hospital room, lying on a hospital bed. He sees two people in the room: A woman, in a doctor's jacket and a young dark haired boy.

"Is he okay?"

"Where am I?" Kurt asks in a weak voice.

"Everything is OK. You're in a hospital.", the woman doctor explains. Hospital? Kurt thinks. Last thing he remembered was getting hit by a car. She explained he was in a car accident, but didn't have much injuries. Then her voice fades away, as he looks at the beautiful boy next to her. He recognized him from the dozen posters on his sisters wall, television interviews and social media. Blaine Anderson. The famous pop star. The boy's concerned eyes looked at Kurt. His warm hazel eyes stared. Blaine was wearing a leather jacket and tight jeans - ready for a concert. He had swept his hair with lots of gel that made his hair almost shine in the room's light. As Kurt observed him, his eyes noticed a white cast on his right leg, reaching up to his knee.

"Oh my God!" Kurt screams. Blaine smiles arrogantly as he thought the boy knew who he was.

"I know, I'm the-" Blaine starts with a grin.

"My leg! What happened to my leg!" Kurt screams in his weak, but high-pitched voice. Blaine squeezes his eyes in confusion, mouth open.

"Calm down, sir." The doctor calms.

"But my leg! I can't dance in my performance!" Kurt sobs.

"Sir, it's a minor fracture, to be healed in less than a month with the cast on. You should conciser yourself lucky-"

"A month?" He asks in surprise. Blaine stares at the situation with large eyes. "I have to be on stage less than three months!"

The doctor looks him with a warm smile, trying to comfort. "I am deeply sorry, but you have at least three weeks before we can think about removing the cast, to see if your leg has fully healed by then. I can't guarantee sooner, but you will be dancing again, don't worry."

"But my show.." he sobs now, staring the cast. How was Kurt's day get any worse?

"Mr. Anderson, does he have any relatives we should call?"

"I don't know.." Blaine says ashamed, not even knowing the boy's name who his car had hit.

"My sister, Rachel" Kurt says and they both look at him. "Rachel Hummel."

"Yes, I will inform her right away, Mr. Hummel", the doctor says. "The nurse will bring your medication soon." She looks at Blaine, giving Kurt a friendly look before she leaves.

Kurt stares his leg with sad eyes. Why had this happened, him, of all people?

"I'm sorry about your leg" Blaine finally speaks after a while.

"You should be. My career might be over because of you."

"Hey, at least you're alive" Blaine replies.

"No thanks to you" Kurt says under his breath. Blaine couldn't believe him. Why wasn't he grateful? He didn't even thank him. Blaine's car might have hit him but he did safe his life. He tried to think something to cheer him up.

"I'm really sorry, but I can give you free VIP tickets for my next concert and autograph, okay?"

Kurt stared him with his eyes wide open. Was he serious?

"What?" Kurt huffed.

"What?"

"Why do you think I want tickets for your concert?"

He hesitated. "Do you know me? The doctor said you might have concussion."

"Of course I know you. And no, I don't want your stupid tickets for your stupid concert!" He screams now, but screaming had made his throat sore and dry.

"You definitely have concussion."

"Look," He starts, then realizing. He looks for a clock in the room. "What time it is?"

"Half past midnight."

Kurt looks his fine clothes and hair. "Shouldn't you have a concert or something?"

Blaine looks down, hesitating to answer. "I canceled it."

"You didn't do that for me, did you?"

"My car hit you, remember? I thought you were dead, of course I wouldn't go for my concert. You think I would have just left you there and go for my concert and never thinking about you again?"

Kurt shrugs his shoulders.

"I'm not that heartless, you know. I'm trying to be nice to you. "

"If you want to be nice, just leave me alone, B-Boy."

Blaine wasn't sure he heard right. He get it that he was upset, he had every right to be - but at least he'd want a thank you. He was still surprised he didn't even accept his tickets, anyone sane would take them. But not Kurt. And he had thought he'd get around this easily with simple concert tickets. Saved by Blaine Anderson would have been every girl's dream. Blaine felt guilty, wanting to make him better but he saw, Kurt did not want him to stay.

"It would have been nice to know your name.." Blaine whispers, heading to the door.

"... Kurt" Kurt whispers and Blaine stops, as he had opened the door.

"I'm glad you're okay... Kurt" Blaine smiles shyly.

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