A/N: I posted this in my drabble fic, I'd Rather Be With You, but my awesome Klaine Bestie (Her name is Scarlet Malen, check her out, she's awesome!) convinced me to make it into a multi chapter fic, so here we go Scarlet! This one is the same as the one in my drabble series but the next chapter will be up within the next few minutes!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee (I'm not that awesome...)

Blaine played the last few notes of the song and sighed to himself, what the hell am I doing here? Blaine Anderson was now 20 years old and living in a tiny apartment in the south-west of England. He had lived there for two years now, leaving his family in the states as soon as he was legally allowed and fleeing to Bristol in England to try and catch a break, why did I think that this place would help me become famous? Blaine spoke into the mic, the same way he did every evening, "This is my last song, if you want to hire me for anything, speak to my manager, Steve, behind the bar" He was about to look down to his guitar and start the final song when he caught somebody's eye. He was, in a word, stunning. He had the most incredible eyes Blaine had ever seen, they couldn't seem to decide if they were green, grey or blue and he had an amazing smile, it was very infectious, Blaine thought he probably looked ridiculous sat on the stage grinning to the audience in silence, until he realised he was staring and looked to the floor in embarrassment, he blushed a deep scarlet and began his last song, trying to distract himself. Blaine rushed through the song and put his guitar to the side of the stage and began running to try and catch up with the gorgeous man who, to Blaine's disappointment had started to walk away, when Blaine started the last song. "Hey, wait up!" Blaine yelled towards this mysterious man, but the man just carried on walking like he didn't hear Blaine.

Blaine kept seeing this man at the pub. He would do his shift at the bar and then every evening at around 7 when Blaine started to play, the man would arrive, order a glass of red wine and sit at the bar drinking it and then leave at the start of Blaine's last song. Blaine kept trying to catch up with him but the man just ignored him or didn't hear... One night, the man arrived an hour earlier than normal, Blaine was still doing his shift at the bar at this point, so he thought he could maybe get to know him a little better.

"Good evening sir, what can I get you?" Blaine asked politely, letting his English accent slip. When Blaine was on stage he would use an English accent, his manager said it was easier to understand, but whenever Blaine was off stage, he would automatically become American again.

"Urm hi can I have a glass of Châteaux Margaux please?" the man's accent was almost as stunning as himself, it was a rich English accent, one which showed he'd lived in Britain his whole life,

"Coming right up." Blaine said, chirpy as always. He started to turn back to the shelves behind him when the man spoke up again.

"Hey, are you the singer that's here every evening? Because if you aren't, then you look an awful lot like him..." Blaine turned back to the man, wine in his hand and bent down to get a glass form behind the counter.

"No, that's me." Blaine smiled and the man just looked even more confused,

"But, he's British, you have an American accent now..." He stated, but it was more of a question.

"Yeah, my manager makes me put on that accent so that people understand me, apparently this isn't coherent enough..." Blaine rolled his eyes and began to pour the drink.

"That's ridiculous! I actually think you're easier to understand with the American accent showing, plus it gives off way more of your personality. I think I've seen more of the real you within the past two minutes of conversation than I have of the last two weeks of you telling me to speak to Steve!"

Blaine chuckled as he handed the glass over, "I'm Blaine. Blaine Anderson." He stuck out his hand waiting for the man to respond,

"Kurt. Kurt Hummel." He grinned and accepted the hand presented to him. Why do I feel like this could be the start of something good?