Kurt was walking down a crowded NY street and looked up to see a familiar face smiling down at him. Well, he WISHED the face was smiling at him.

"You're so pathetic Hummel" he reprimanded himself.

It's not like he couldn't get a date. In fact, he did date. It was just that he either dated the wrong guys or guys that were simply TOO right.

Kurt Hummel was a face the whole world knew. More than knew. They loved him. He was cast when he was 11 to play a best friend to a world's most famous wizard and the rest was a legend. He was popular, rich and he got 4 best friends out of that "job". It was so much more than a job. It made his life. It made him.

Now, 11 years later he was a well respected actor, not just a boy wonder. He won a Golden Globe and rumor had it that his next movie was "Oscar buzz".

Kurt pretty much had it all. And he was still staring at the face on the billboard. It wasn't a secret that he had a crush on the man. It's not like he didn't mention it often enough. It's not like his dickhead roommates liked to tape him while he dances around to his songs and post it on YouTube. They do? No shit. Last time he checked "Teenage Dream" had over 4 million views. A humiliating video of him dancing in his pajamas, with a toothbrush as a microphone, screaming at the top of his voice to the lyrics, wiggling his ass around.

His fans thought he was simply beyond adorable. Kurt thought he would die from embarrassment. He threw a fit after he found out what the boys did but that didn't make them stop. They teased him mercilessly on a daily basis. Thank God he loved those bastards cause if he didn't...

They made it their mission to make his life a living hell simply because he had a major crush, textbook example of school girl's crush, on one Blaine Anderson.

He looked up again. He was breathtaking, that damn hobbit. Kurt had been obsessing over him for a year now. Ever since his first single came out and Kurt was mesmerized by his voice singing "Don't you want the way I feel for you" Kurt was pretty sure he'd sell his right kidney to have Blaine sing that to him. Or have Blaine feel ANYTHING for him.

On top of a pretty face Blaine was very much gay, very much single and a whole lot adorable. He was adorable with kids, he was adorable with fans, he was adorable with animals, the fucker was so adorable it hurt.

Now, the funny part was that compared to Kurt, logically, Blaine was nobody. Kurt had more money, more fans, and better reputation. Kurt was one of the most famous people in the movie business. Blaine was just a singer. Why, oh why, was he pining over this guy? Both Kurt's long term relationships were with guys far more popular than Blaine. And Kurt never, ever fell for someone over the magical little box called TV.

Until that short, charming asshole opened his dreamboat mouth and asked him if he wanted the way he feels for him.

Even funnier was the fact that even though he KNEW both him and Blaine were at few same events at the SAME time they never ran into each other. Not that Kurt didn't try. Cause he did. Once he caught a glimpse of the curls he dreamed of running his fingers through and practically sprinted towards him across the room until his beloved mother spotted him and that was it. Both for his chance to meet Blaine and the whole evening in general.

Oh the joys of being HER son.

Kurt's phone ringed. He looked up at caller ID and hit reply. "I'm busy and no I don't know when I'm coming home and no I can't buy you freshly squeezed orange juice with pulp" he chanted with a smile.

" . .Laid" voice on the other side punctuated every word. "Anywaaaay, Emma's boyfriend is throwing a party tonight downtown. Ten o'clock at Mystique. Apparently all these big shots are coming. You're a big shot and her best friend and we're her best friends too so we're all going and you are getting drunk and hopefully slutty cause we can't handle your bitchiness anymore" a voice sing songed to Kurt.

"Oliver, not another party" Kurt whined. "Last time Sean got so drunk we had to carry him home cause the cab driver thought he was a corpse and then almost called the cops cause they thought we had murdered him" Kurt groaned at the memory.

That was a fun night, no doubt about it, but the paparzzi pictures were a pain in the ass. Not to mention Julia screaming at him. That was uber fun. NOT!

"Well this time he has Shannon to look after him" Oliver replied.

"And who the fuck is gonna look after you if I get drunk and get laid?" Kurt asked and then groaned again. "Not that I'm thinking about it" he added quickly.

"Suuure you're not" Kurt could practically see Oliver roll his eyes on the other side. "Come on man, ever since you and Ian broke up you're acting like a 90 year old. And you broke up with him, let me add. So it's not like you're pining over him or anything." Oliver said in an attempt to get his best friend to say yes. "Look, here's the plan. We go. We see who's there. We have few drinks and if you hate it we head home and we can watch all Blaine Anderson videos on YouTube. TWICE" Oliver offered.

"Why must you mock me every day?" Kurt asked in a mock cry.

"Because you asked for it my favorite gay person" Oliver smiled.

"Your twin brother is gay, you dumbass" Kurt laughed.

"What, are you gonna tell on me?" Oliver quipped and Kurt laughed again.

He groaned after that as he gave up on trying reasoning with Oliver. After all, there were 4 of them on the other side, he knew that much, and he was just one small person. "ONE drink and then we're gone" Kurt warned and there were victory cries on the other side of the line. "I hate you all" Kurt grunted.

"We love you too honey bunny sugar plum" four different voices yelled at him and despite himself he laughed."Bring my juicy, pleeease Kurt" this time it was Oliver who talked.

"Oh fine!" he exclaimed. "And for the rest of you?" Kurt offered and they cheered and he took their "orders"

He loved those morons more than he dared to admit.

And hey maybe a night out will help him relax a bit. And forget about the fact that somewhere in this city Blaine Anderson is still irresistible as ever.