Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters; I don't own this beautiful story either. All credits go to genius PykaL, I'm just translating.

As always, his alarm ringed at 7 in the morning, he got up and took a shower, he didn't even pay attention to what to wear, it was always the same thing; black tie pants with a white short-sleeved shirt and a tie, his life was that gray and monotonous.

He arranged himself quickly, he had to be at the building at 8 and he was running late, annoyed he went out of the building in a fast speed, it was cloudy and a little cold; just like his humor.

"Hey! HEY!... Wait up."

He continued his way, he was already used to the weird yells at the street and, to be honest, he wasn't in the mood to pay attention to nut bags.

"Blaine Anderson!"

He completely stopped when he heard his name, he turned around and he couldn't help but to open his mouth, shocked by looking at the kid from last day running towards him carrying two cups of coffee.

"Are you like, stalking me?" he asked angry. "I knew I shouldn't have showed you where I live; you're one of those drugged crazy people, aren't you?"

The kid looked at him confused, he was wearing different clothes, and however, his yellow tennis and his stupid hat were the same. Who told him that turquoise green and yellow matched?

"Are you that rude with everyone you know? Bitter brings you gray hair, you know?... I wanted to thank you about yesterday and I brought you a coffee," he said smiling and offering him one of the two cups of coffee.

"Are you following me or something? How the hell did you know I go out at this time?"

"I didn't," the kid said with a little smile noticing that he grabbed the offered cup. "It's kind of cold, I didn't know what time you left so I was here waiting for you."

"Since when are you here?" He asked when he felt the coffee completely cold.

"Since six o'clock."

"You've been here for almost two hours waiting for me with this weather? Are you insane?" He asked shocked. The kid looked kind of blushed; he didn't know if it was because of the cold or because of the shyness, he was worried about him for a few seconds, his thinness made him look delicate.

"I don't mind about the cold…" He said shrugging with a smile.

"Well, thank you a lot. Now, if you excuse me; I'm going late for work because of you."

Blaine started walking with a fast speed; he didn't even say anything to the kid when he felt him running to him.

"Are you like, a puppy that doesn't have an owner? Stop following me!" He said annoyed and he kept moving.

"I just want to talk more with you," he said without losing his track.

"I don't want to talk to teens. Don't you have anything better to do?"

"You're very rude, you know? You have to work on your bad mood… I bet you don't have friends for that."

Blaine stopped and stared at him angry. "I have enough friends, thank you. Now I'm going to work, I don't want any troubles."

Blaine turned around to indicate they had arrived to the offices, he wanted to leave without saying anything else, but the pity look stopped him.

"Now what?!"

"This is where you work?" He asked looking at the building with sad eyes.

"Yeah, is there a problem?"

"It looks like a very boring place, do you like it?"

Blaine sighed and turned around without saying 'goodbye'. "If I didn't like it I wouldn't be working here," he yelled without turning back.

Of course his work was boring; it was death! To spend eight hours sited just making notes and counts wasn't a life for him, or for anyone. But that didn't allow any little kid to judge him. That kid didn't give him good thoughts and the farther he was from him, the better.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Blaine looked up and saw Marley, one of his partners and, to say the truth, she was the only one worth it there.

"I'm not hungry," he said with a little smile. "I'd rather finishing my work quickly and go out early."

"I'll bring you something," the girl said with a smile.

Blaine didn't say anything; he knew she'd do it in spite of him refusing. He wondered what could happen if everyone was like her…

"Anderson."

He looked up again and this time he saw his manager, the man who saw him with the same annoyed and overbearing look.

"Is this your report from last month?" he asked while he lifted a yellow folder full of papers.

"Yeah, I gave it to you yesterday morning," Blaine said confused.

"Anderson, do you think we're in Elementary School? This report sucks. The counting is completely wrong! Do it again," he said winnowing him the folder to his desk causing some papers to go out of it.

"But there must be some mistake, I checked them!" Blaine said surprised.

"Are you saying that I am doing my work wrong, Anderson?" He asked him sarcastically. "Do you want a trip to go see the director?"

"No, sir," he whispered.

"Do it again. I want it by the first time tomorrow in my office."

"But, sir! It takes hours to do it; I can't do it in-"

"Don't make me say it again, Anderson. I have enough dealing with you," he told him looking at him as if he was garbage before he went back to his office.

Grunting, Blaine picked everything up; he could hear the laughter coming from other workers, making fun of him like every day.

He came out of the office late, he hadn't eaten anything. The anger made him nauseous and with all the work that he had to do, he couldn't even think about food.

He was walking with lazy steps; he didn't have energy to do absolutely nothing.

"Bad day at work?"

He turned around with a little shriek; the kid was there, staring at him again with those big blue eyes and that stupid smile. Couldn't he have a quiet day?

"For God's sake, stop following me! Don't you have a home?" he asked annoyed.

The kid saw him with sadness, his lip was shivering and he looked like he was going to start to cry. "I don't… I live in the streets and I sell my body at nights."

"Crap… listen, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you," Blaine said regretted, the least he wanted to do was make him cry.

"I'm kidding," the kid smiling again pretending nothing happened, looking at him joyful. "You're so naive."

"Grow up," Blaine said turning around to continue his way.

"No, wait!... I have something for you," the kid said catching him.

The kid put himself in front of him making him stop, he put his hand in one of his pockets of his enormous jacket and took out a ceramic cup with the legend "I 3 NY."

"There you go," he said giving it to him with a smile.

Blaine grabbed the cup and looked at him confused and, once again, annoyed.

"Do you like to spend money in stupid things?" He said incredulous. "This type of garbage is only bought by tourists and I am not a tourist… I don't want it." He said reaching out the cup so the other one could grab it.

"It's a gift! You can't return a gift!" The other one said angry. It was fun to see how that kid's factions changed so easily. His eyes expressed his feelings in a way so clear and innocent that they reminded Blaine of a puppy or a little child. "Why can't you accept that someone does something good for you?"

"This isn't doing something for me! I don't want a cup! You're the one who seems like you don't accept that I don't want you to bother me. Why are you still messing with me? What are you looking for? Am I your Elementary School project?"

Blaine was almost screaming, people around them looked at them WEIRDLY; although he didn't know if it was because of the discussion or because of the kid's clothes.

"Because I care about you," the kid said with a smile. "And because I think you're a person who needs a friend… and I want to be your friend, to be there for you."

"I don't need you Kirk," Blaine said stubbornly.

"It's Kurt, actually… and don't be silly; everyone needs a friend." Kurt said smiling. "And as your new friend I want to give you that cup… you don't lose anything by accepting it. You'll win a brand new cup. It's a bargain!" He said raising his eyebrows in a hilarious way.

Blaine sighed and saved the cup in his briefcase, the kid was right; a new cup wouldn't hurt him, even if it was stupid, current and no original at all.

"You don't even know me," Blaine said.

"That's what friendships are for… to know people. It wouldn't be fun if I knew everything about you since the beginning."

"You might be a serial killer."

"Only on Mondays," Kurt said laughing. "You're lucky today is Wednesday."

"You're a ball of joy," Blaine said sarcastically. "Do you stalk all of your friends like this? How many restraining orders do you have against you? A thousand?"

"None," Kurt said not losing his smile. "I get their friendship before they talk to the police."

"You are helpless," Blaine said turning around to keep walking home.

He knew the kid would follow him, he didn't pretend to escape from his stalker.

"Did you have a bad day at work?" Kurt asked him curiously. "You seem tense… and you're kind of in a worst mood today."

"Yeah," he said with a sigh and holding the urge to yell at that kid so he could leave. "I'm tired and I'm very hungry so forgive me if I'm not a radiant ball of happiness like you."

"Oh, I know what'll make you feel better," the kid said happy and applauding a little enthusiastic.

He was wrong; he didn't look like a High School kid, he looked like a Kindergarten one.

"Oh, I know what'll make me feel better," Blaine said. "Being in my apartment ALONE and eating some fast food."

"I have something better than that," Kurt said ignoring his sarcastic tone. "Do you trust me?" he asked him looking him in the eyes incredibly more excited than he was a few seconds ago.

"No." Blaine said immediately.

"Great!"

The kid grabbed him by the hand and started to pull him taking to an opposite direction to the one he wanted to go.

"Hey! I said I didn't trust you!" Blaine said kind of annoyed.

Who would say that someone as thin and so weak for the eyes would have so much strength?

The kid pulled him through many streets, he got lost as soon as they turned in the third block. He was a little scared, maybe he'd take him with some of his others crazy friends and they'd take him out an organ.

His theories about Kurt ended when he stopped in front of a restaurant in a truck at the end of an alley.

The truck was more like a traveling house, outside of it, it was written 'SAMMY's' in running letters. There were some people sited on tables located outside.

"You have got to be kidding me," Blaine said. "Do you want me to eat here? It's the most dirty place I've seen in my life," he said ready to turn around and go back home. Apparently, he'd take a taxi.

"It's not dirty," Kurt told him, pulling him in to the restaurant. "Sam makes the best hamburgers in the whole world. You're going to love them."

"You want to poison me, don't you?"

"Stop thinking the worst about people! You have to live a little and take chances," Kurt said with a smile while they took a sit on one of the tables.

"Hey, Kurt!"

They both turned to look at the kitchen, from there a blond young man waved at him with one if his hands and a big smile.

Blaine was shocked; he never thought there was such a big mouth.

"Hey, Sam! I bring an unbeliever, show him how good your food is," Kurt said smiling and pointing Blaine, who saw everything confused.

"Coming a supreme hamburger for him. The usual for you?" The blond asked him while he turned some meats on the spit.

"Of course!"

Kurt turned around to see Blaine, who looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Why did you order for me? I don't want a hamburger," he said annoyed.

"Trust me, once you try it you'll love it," he said smiling. "Well, while we wait why don't you tell me why was your day so awful?"

"Was? It still is." He said ignoring Kurt's offended look. "It was just my manager, as usual, he wants me to do an entire report in one day. A report that I had already given him and that is well done."

"And why do you have to do it again?" Kurt asked confused.

"Because he hates me, I bet he didn't even check it." Blaine said. He could feel the anger forming again, if he kept thinking about it his head would hurt.

"Well, why don't you give him the same report you already did?" Kurt said shrugging. "If he hasn't read it yet he won't notice it's the same… just change the folder and it'll look like a new one."

Blaine thought about it for a few second and then he saw Kurt with a little smile. "That's a great idea."

"You seeeee? I said you have to trust me… I always have good ideas."

Blaine was about to say the opposite but he was interrupted by the blond guy that came with two hamburger putting them in front of the two of them.

"So you're a friend of Kurt's, I haven't see you around," the blond said looking at him in a distrust way.

"We're not—"

"He's a new friend of mine," Kurt said interrupting him. "Sam, this is Blaine… Blaine, this is Sam; the best cooker ever."

Blaine reached out his hand with a little smile that the blond didn't respond. What was his problem?

"How did you two meet?" He asked them still staring at Blaine.

"Oh, well—"

"Blaine wanted to jump off a bridge," Kurt said without any problem. "I think I interrupted him and our friendship was born," he said smiling before biting his hamburger. "Mmmm, it's delicious."

Sam looked at him intensely, Blaine had his mouth open while he looked shocked at Kurt.

"Now I see why he was interested in you," Sam said with a smile. "It's good you have a friend like Kurt… Okay, enjoy your food, my treat," he said winking his eye before he left.

Blaine was still with his mouth open, when Kurt gave his third bite he saw him confused. "Aren't you going to eat? It's going to get cold."

"How could you say that to your friend?!" he asked furious.

"What?" Kurt asked confused. "About him being the best cooker? I haven't tried your food but if you want I can do it and then decide—"

"That I was going to jump off a bridge!" He whispered. He was furious, there was no doubt now about his head hurting.

"Well, 'cause it happened," Kurt said confused. "It was how we met… you were going to jump and I saved you from doom… well, from breaking a few bones…"

"You can't go around and tell people that. It's MY life, Kurt."

"But Sam is like my brother, I don't hide him anything," he said with a little sad smile. "Trust me, he won't judge you. He understands very well."

Blaine turned around to see the cooker; he looked at them from his place with a warm smile.

Blaine sighed and turned around to look at Kurt before he lifted his hamburger. "These better be tasty."

"Blaine… they're to die for."

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Blaine arrived punctual next day at work and, for the first time, with a smile. He left the report he was supposed to do and came back to his working place.

His manager came to his cubicle a few hours later saying he finally was doing something right, and that apparently he couldn't do anything good the first time. He didn't care, he didn't care about his words and, for the first time, he didn't care about everyone laughing at him either.

His phone rang by noon indicating a new text, there was only one person who could be communicating with him and it was the same person who he probably shouldn't gave given his number to.

"We have to be in touch." Kurt said when they were back to Blaine's building.

"Why would we have to be in touch?" Blaine asked without interest.

He had to admit, the kid did cheer him up a little, he had saved him hours of work and he also had to admit that those hamburgers were beyond delicious. He'd definitely be back to eat another one… at least if it didn't cause him any poison signals. But he still had restrictions about Kurt. No one comes to offer their friendship out of nowhere and not in such a harassing and… original way the kid had, did he really want to include him more in his life?

"To talk! Who else am I going to call at three in the morning when I can't sleep? Who am I going to call one day asking to pay my bail or to go to pick me up at the police station?"

"That doesn't make me want to give you my number," Blaine said raising and eyebrow.

"I would do that for you!" Kurt said. "And I'd take you out of jail… if I had money, of course. Just if you didn't kill somebody… even I have restrictions about that."

Blaine sighed and took his cell phone out of his pocket. "You're not going to leave me alone until I give you my number, are you?"

Kurt saw him with a huge smile and gave little jumps excited; there he was again; acting like a child. "I was thinking about ringing your doorbell until you accepted."

"You don't even what which one is my apartment," Blaine said with a little laugh.

"I was planning on ringing all of them," Kurt said in the simplest way.

"Some of them would talk to the police."

"Maybe, but you would've gone to rescue me by then," he said smiling even more.

"What makes you believe that?"

"We're friends, and I trust you… I know you wouldn't leave me."

Those words remained in his mind, it was that and Kurt's honest look what made him totally accept.

Kurt laughed happily and Blaine saw him taking out his cell phone.

He was shocked; the kid's phone looked more like a brick, were they still making those horrible things? It was so old (and clearly it was very used) that made Blaine doubt about it working.

"Is that thing your cell phone?" He asked almost in a mocking tone.

"Hey! Not all of us have money and can afford to buy the latest in technology," The kid said looking at Blaine's latest model phone. "Besides, it does what it has to do. It makes and receives calls and texts… I don't need like, apps to get into my bank account or to talk to Dalai Lama," he said disinterested but Blaine could notice the jealousy in his look and his voice tone.

"Sure," he said with a little laugh.

Once they both had each other's number Kurt continued his way once more whistling and leaving Blaine with a strange mouth taste.

He knew he'd had news from the kid very soon.

12:10 pm. From Kurt

Do you know of someone who can teach how to speak dolphin?

Blaine couldn't help but smile at that weird text, although he didn't answer. What could he tell him?

1:30 pm. From Kurt

I've got something for you!

Blaine was confused and, to say the truth, scared. Without anyone seeing him, he answered.

1:33 pm. To Kurt

What? It's not going to exploit, is it?

1:34 pm. From Kurt

So you are alive… no. I'm not going to say it; it's a surprise. :D

With a sigh, Blaine looked around him. There was no one around yet.

1:35 pm. To Kurt.

I don't like surprises.

1:37 pm. From Kurt

Booo party killer: P You're not fun.

1:40 pm. From Kurt.

Do you like fairs?..

Blaine left his cell phone. Now what kind of crazy things had occurred to this nut bag?

Author's note:

One more chapter, I hope you guys liked it. More interaction between them and more things to discover.

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Translator's note:

Hey guys! Well, Kurt's sweet I want one to go. Who else wants to try Sam's burgers?

I'll try to update every three days or so, hope you liked it (and understood it)... also, Blaine's manager is a pain in the ass. I hope you don't know someone like him.

I better shut up, tell me what you thought of this chapter. Love you!