AN: Well here we are, back again with a new Klaine story! Here is basically what you need to know:
This story is AU. Everything canon happened except Blaine/Warblers after Kurt spies on them. Kurt's story changed a little bit and you'll find out about it as the story goes on. Blaine is not canon, he's badboy/skank!Blaine. This follows right after season 3 ends and I hope you enjoy it!
I would like to thank Gleek1985 for beta'ing my work and I hope you all check her work out as well!
It's good to be back and I hope you all enjoy this new story. I'd like to disclaim that I do not own any glee characters or story lines from canon but I do own OC's and this story line.
My tumblr is 'capturing-me' where you can actually find a manip of HSW!Blaine and faceclaims for the OC's
It was the start of summer, right after Kurt had graduated from William McKinley High School, when he found himself at the Lima, Ohio, airport hugging his family goodbye. He found himself cradled in his father's arms, blinking back tears as Burt told him to be safe, and to contact him when Kurt landed. Kurt just laughed against the warm flannel shirt covering Burt's chest. His flight number was called one last time, and soon he was pulling away, taking his carry-on bag from Finn. Yelling a last goodbye over his shoulder, he walked onto his plane, found his seat, and settled in. It would only take a few hours, but at the end of this flight he'll be in New York, and this time not just for a visit but to live…at least for a little while.
A week and a half earlier Kurt had found himself graduating alongside his best friends and step brother with set plans to go to NYADA next semester with Rachel, live in New York, and live his life without being stuck in boring homophobic Ohio. Things came crashing down around him when he received his letter from NYADA saying he was not accepted, and to try next semester, whereas Rachel – the girl who famously choked – got in. Kurt was happy for her, but at the same time he was seriously heartbroken and jealous. He was in a way thankful for his step brother, Finn, when he ended the engagement he had with Rachel, sending her to New York with her fathers early. It gave Kurt some time to handle the rejection without having Rachel Berry's perfect life shoved in his face. Don't get him wrong, Rachel was his best friend, but he had had some rough times over the last few years of high school. He thought he had killed his audition and he didn't see why he wasn't good enough as she was.
He had sulked and cried the first few days until Mercedes, Tina, and Quinn literally dragged him out of bed to take him shopping. Clothes was always an important subject in Kurt's life, and it was nice to hang with the 'girls' one last time before Quinn left for Yale, and Mercedes beginning to make plans to leave as well. Kurt had told the girls he would most likely work with his dad, Burt, at the garage. No one was really content with that. It was like he had given up on his dream, and maybe it was his fault for only applying at one college, but he felt like maybe it was time to end his dream of being a star. He was just a vulnerable little boy from Ohio, he wasn't special. He'd never dated, he'd been hated on, and threatened most of his high school life, and never really achieved much at school except being maybe the best dressed person to ever walk down the halls of McKinley.
It was Tina who had emailed him a link for a site which advertised places throughout the United States that needed house sitters. She'd purposely directed him to the New York selection, and added a quick 'you need a vacation; it's what you deserve at least.' With a small smile he'd spent hours and hours looking through adverts, finding out as much information he could, before settling on one he absolutely loved.
'HOUSE SITTER WANTED: Lovely old couple looking for some traveling time 5 or more weeks. Apartment with 2 bedrooms, open plan housing, walk in closet, large on-suite, two cats, located in New York. Only need payment for rent, bills will be taken care of. Sitter must be friendly and responsible, contact details below.'
An hour later Kurt found himself entering the kitchen with the adverts and any extra information he needed, including flight details to New York, printed out and in his hands. He cleared his throat to catch his father's attention. Burt looked older, the small amount of hair he had was starting to grey and Kurt had teased him any chance he got for it. He was currently dressed in a black suit, his tie loose and shirt crumpled – Kurt usually shook his head at such carelessness for clothes but decided that wasn't the best way to act if he wanted this to go his way.
"Hey, Kiddo, is everything okay?" Burt asked once he noticed his son looking up from the somewhat important file he was reading. He looked tired, worn out from his long day with people Kurt had no idea about, but knew they were important on some level. He was proud of his dad, of what he'd achieved in the last year; Kurt just wanted to achieve just as much for Burt. Kurt wondered, with Burt looking so tired, if now was a good time for this, but he decided the sooner they talked, the sooner Burt could sleep.
"Actually," Kurt gave Burt an innocent smile, batting his eyelashes a little like he always does when he needs or wants something. However, Burt saw right through his little act, put his file down and turned his full attention towards his son, hoping he wasn't about to find out Kurt's car had broken down and he wanted his old 'baby' back – a conversation they'd had many times before about the car he'd bought Kurt back when he was 16 and had taken away shortly after. "I've decided what I'm going to do this summer," Kurt finally spilled after he had caught his father's gaze and most of all interested.
"How much is it going to cost me?" Burt said suspiciously, eyeing off his son.
"Nothing that I can think of, look just let me explain, and then you can tell me what you think okay? I already have money saved in my account from working in the shop, and allowance over the last few years, plus all the money we've been putting aside for NYADA, which obviously I didn't get into," Kurt stiffened his back and gave Burt a firm look, trying to show his dad this is what he wanted. "I looked online with this site Tina gave me, apparently her family uses it for vacations and it's where you can find adverts for house sitters. I found one in New York owned by this older couple, who are traveling, and need a sitter. It's all bills paid except for rent, which is more than manageable with the money I have saved. It's for five weeks plus the possibility of more. I'll be in New York; able to look around and experience more than just a few hours when Glee Club got to go out exploring. I will be able to look into jobs and future schooling. Dad, this is what I really need."
"Kurt…" Burt said wearily, eyeing his son to find out if he was serious about this or there was an alternative motive. "I know you didn't get into NYADA, but don't you think you should save that money, take some classes at the local college?" He said. They hadn't had much time to talk about Kurt's options just yet, with Burt being busy with new files coming in every day, and Kurt had been locked up in his room, or out with his Glee friends. Burt guessed now would be a good starting point for them to start setting up a plan.
"Dad, New York is where I belong, we both know that," Kurt huffed crossing his arms over his chest. "Maybe it was a stupid of me to only apply for one school, but that doesn't mean my dreams are over exactly, more like on hold. I just need to look at my other options, and they are in New York; I can't do that all the way in Lima, Ohio. I really want to go, it will give me time to explore, find a job there, and just have a summer that will set my future in motion," Kurt said, pleading with his eyes for his dad to trust him, and let him go. He saw his Burt start to waver in his favor, and quickly stepped forward, speaking up again. "Remember I won't be alone. Rachel and her dads would be there for emergencies and you can check in on them to make sure I'm doing fine." Kurt loved his dad, more than words could describe, but it was time for this bird to spread his wings and fly out into the big wide world.
There was a pause as Burt gave Kurt a stern look, almost as if he was judging the situation one last time, though they both knew Kurt had thought this all through, all he wanted was Burt's approval so things went smoothly. The thought that Kurt could easily up and leave if he wanted, but had stopped to ask Burt first made the older man smile. "Okay," Burt said in a sigh, "you can go to New York."
Kurt practically squealed as he tackled his father into a hug, his whole body alive with excitement. "Okay okay, I have to make some calls and organize things. I have to actually get the job first!" He laughed and skipped out of the room before backtracking to the kitchen door again. "Hey Dad," he waited for Burt to look up again from his files, "thank you."
Three hours later Kurt found himself sorting through his wardrobe, pulling it to bits as he worked out what he could take to New York, and what he was willing to leave behind. It was one of the hardest tasks Kurt had done in a long time; because really how many tops and skinny jeans were too many? He sighed as he looked down at his luggage, thinking over the last few hours.
He had spent most of the time attached to the house phone, or his mobile when his dad was using the house phone. It was like he couldn't stop talking to people. The first phone call was with the Greg and Hannah Scott, the elderly couple whom had put their place up on the website. The way they talked reminded him a lot of his father when he talked about his mother. They spoke so fond of each other and their 40 years of being married; Kurt couldn't imagine being with someone for so long, at least when he did dream about it, there was no face to his fantasy. Whilst on the phone he mainly talked to Hannah, a lady around 60, who spoke fondly of her two cats. Cookie was the younger kitten, a three month old grey kitten that was partially blind in his left eye. The other was Crème, a two year old cat that is extremely protective of Cookie, almost as if Cookie was her child. The pair hadn't been able, so there was no one to look after the house, or keep the kittens fed. Not only did they not have children, but apparently they didn't trust their neighbor – a boy around Kurt's age – too well. He seemed a little too wild for them to fully trust him with their home.
Kurt smiled fondly as Hannah moved on to tell the story of her husband, Greg, buying a RV about a year before with plans to travel like they had always talked about, but only having found time now to actually do it. They were going to drive from New York, head towards the opposite coast, and take their time as they went, before heading back to New York a few weeks later. They talked arrangements through, giving Hannah the opportunity to get to know Kurt on a personal level, as well as give her time to judge his character/personality to see if he was trust worthy. The apartment was explained to him, like the difference between what was allowed – having some company over – and what wasn't allowed – having a lot of company over – and then the phone was passed over to Burt. Hannah and Greg both talked to Burt for what seemed like hours when really it was only ten, maybe twenty, minutes long. Burt gave Kurt a good reference to the couple, and apparently it meant Kurt passed with flying colors, because soon enough he was being told by Burt to book a flight to New York, and it was time he started his summer holidays for real.
The next lot of calls was to the airport to book a flight, bagging one the next afternoon. Kurt didn't even care if he found himself next to a crying baby the whole trip, because he was going to New York. The place that dreams come true in. Kurt could hardly contain himself when he got on the phone to Rachel. The pair talked animatedly for an hour about Broadway shows they would attend, shopping trips, and places they could eat at. It almost seemed too much, so when Burt kicked Kurt off the phone to talk to Rachel's dads about 'checking up' on Kurt from time to time for him, Kurt found himself pinching himself to make sure it wasn't a dream. He was going to New York, not for a few days whilst he was stuck with the New Directions, but for a full five weeks at minimal to live and experience life any way he wanted. It was like a dream come true.
Kurt was in love for the first – okay second – time in his life. But of course it was with the same love of his life. New York was even better the second time around. He couldn't help but stop on the busy streets and look around, taking it all in. It was like something out of a movie. He was here, in New York, and no one could take this away from him. Kurt Hummel was on his way to getting his dream, bit by bit.
He hailed a yellow taxi– he may have inwardly flailed over the iconic transport – and gave the driver, a small Italian man who was extremely helpful and friendly towards Kurt, the address to Mr. and Mrs. Scott's places. Once the taxi driver pulled out onto the busy road, Kurt pulled his phone out and sent a text through to his dad to let him know he landed safe, before looking out the window and watching the new chapter of his life open up in front of him.
After a short trip the taxi pulled up right behind a giant RV with a short stocky man carrying boxes into it, and a slender elegant woman, smiling fondly at the man like she was remembering their many long years together. Kurt paid the taxi driver and stepped out with the driver to unpack his bags. As he took the last bag out of the back of the taxi the elderly couple with the RV stopped to look at him, making Kurt feel extremely nervous; he wanted to give a good impression.
"Kurt Hummel?" the man asked while stepping across the path way to help him out with his bags.
"Yes Sir," he smiled, holding his hand out to shake the others hand, trying to be polite and give off the best first impression he could.
"I'm Greg and that's my beautiful wife Hannah. Welcome to New York!" The man bellowed. "I hope you had a good flight and that the traffic wasn't too busy. Don't get near the airport myself, too much busy traffic everywhere!
"Greg sweetheart, stop pestering the boy. He's probably tired from his trip, why don't you come with me Kurt, we can get you settled in," Hannah said after walking over to the pair, her hand resting on her husband's back, smiling fondly at Kurt. She was so beautiful that he would have sworn she was a model or something glamorous back in the day. He had a feeling he was going to like this couple, they were so welcoming and nice already.
Blaine sat on his balcony smoking his second cigarette for the morning as he watched his neighbors pack up an ugly RV they'd parked right in front of their joint building. He scrunched up his nose as he watched the older man, Greg, carry boxes that were clearly too heavy for him, ending up becoming red and sweaty. Blaine smirked to himself as the image reminded him a lot of Porky Pig from Looney Tunes. He finished off his cigarette before heading inside to get his wallet and phone. He was thinking he'd head out for some dinner, maybe see if Sebastian was free to head out to a club tonight, and find something to bring home with him. He smirked to himself, running his hand through his pink and purple hair, before locking up and taking the stairs.
As he hit the landing he was blocked off by Hannah, the wife to Porky Pig. She was what he liked to think of as a classic lady. She looked like a movie star from the 60's with silky white hair and a petite figure. He always admired her and found that she reminded him a lot of his adopted mother, who had passed away a few years back. She always dressed in nice flowery dresses with gloves, hats, and her makeup done; Blaine saw she was very proud of her looks. He wondered how Porky Pig could end up with a beauty like her. He smiled at Hannah, stepping to the side so she could get up the steps, before noticing she wasn't alone.
His eyes moved from the elderly woman to the boy following him. Blaine felt a jolt through him as his breath suddenly caught. The boy was gorgeous. He had a strong defined jaw with skin that looked as smooth as a child's. His blue eyes were full of life as the boy followed Hannah, stumbling in his step only slightly, as he caught Blaine's eyes. Blaine smirked at the small blush covering the other boy's cheeks and followed it down his neck. The boy was dressed awfully well and he couldn't help but bite his lip as his eyes trailed over the fitted cardigan paired with jeans that hugged the boy's body perfectly; Blaine couldn't deny this boy was beyond hot. He wondered who he was, and was about to comment when Greg came in carrying several suitcases, all huffing and red faced. Blaine had to roll his eyes at the older man and moved across the lobby, blocking Greg off. He was out in the street before he could get a chance to look back at the boy who had caught his attention. Secretly Blaine was curious about the brunette boy, and not in his usual 'I wonder what he's like in bed' type of curious. With a sigh he pulled his phone out and called Sebastian, after a few minutes of chatting he hung up, and started walking down the street. Blaine didn't realize how his heart still raced even after he'd found his way to a diner with the intention to meet his best friend, a mysterious nameless brunette in the back of his mind.
AN: Well chapter one is done! Reviews? Remember to swing by my tumblr 'capturing-me' and check out some of my art work and have a chat with me! xx