Chapter 2-Babies and Revelations
Kurt arrived at his apartment a few minutes later and smiled as he unlocked the door and headed inside. He smiled and watched as he saw Lora rocking the baby. He made his way to the foyer and dropped his keys on the table.
"Lora?"
Kurt called out. Lora smiled as she saw Kurt step into his living room. He saw Jamie in her arms and it was like everything came together. Lora relinquished Jamie to Kurt and he held him, after kissing his son on the forehead.
"Hi Mr. Hummel. How was work?"
"Slow. You know it is on a Wednesday. How was he tonight?"
"A little fussy, but you know. He's almost ten months old, so he's bound to be. Same time tomorrow, Mr. Hummel?"
"Take tomorrow off, Lora. You deserve it. I'll take him to the bar with me tomorrow."
Lora nodded and took the money Kurt handed her. She gathered up her things and walked out. After he had escorted her out, he carried Jamie over to the sofa and sat down. He looked at his sleeping son in his hands and thanked whoever was up there every day that the adoption agency came through for him. He named his son James Michael because he liked that name. In the five years he'd been to New York, it had taken almost three to adopt the baby. His whole world was Jamie and the bar. The bar. He smiled at the man that had been so forward. Blaine Anderson. He couldn't believe that the concert pianist was coming onto him. He didn't mind it. But he needed to tell him about Jamie. And that's what scared him. But for now, he'd enjoy it. He headed down the hall with Jamie in his arms and sighed. He knew now that he'd wait. He'd wait and see what Blaine's next move was.
Blaine arrived at his apartment a little while later, and smiled when he'd walked in. He'd always loved his apartment. When he bought it, he knew he needed to be in close proximity to the performance hall. He couldn't stop thinking about Kurt. He hadn't banked on flirting. Hell, he hadn't planned on meeting anyone, but Kurt was there. And he was beautiful. He flopped down on his sofa and grabbed the remote off the table. He turned on the radio and sighed. He then stood up and grabbed a glass out of the cabinet and poured himself a glass of wine, the Cerulean eyes never leaving his mind. Something about Kurt was hidden, and he didn't know what. But he was sure he was going to find out. He walked over to his laptop and pulled up his favorite search engine. He typed in 'Wentworth Bar & Grille' and found reviews of the restaurant, pictures of Kurt, and then he found an interview. He clicked the link and smiled when he saw it. A feature on Kurt from a prominent food magazine. He spotted the link headline and smiled when he read it.
Restauranteur's Tragic Past-How The Rise of Kurt Hummel Means More Than Anything To Him
A story by Santana Lopez
And Blaine proceeded to read the story. It was written by someone who had known Kurt well. It didn't go into too much detail, but it was a very interesting read as far as Blaine had been concerned. After reading the article and finding out that his father was Congressman Burt Hummel, who had been tragically gunned down after a rally of supporters fighting for gay rights. He had to admit, he'd supported Congressman Hummel fully, and mourned with the rest of the country when he'd found out that he'd tragically passed. Blaine gasped and stood up. He walked over to his phone and found Kurt's number. He had said that he was going to call Kurt, and he'd waited for the right time. When he'd pushed send, he'd heard the ringing. And then the song lyric appeared on the radio behind him.
"How can I love when I'm afraid to fall"
Before Blaine could react, he heard the soft click of the phone and the breathing. He smiled into the phone and waited for Kurt's greeting.
"Hi, Blaine."
"Hey Kurt. So, I called you."
"I can tell. I like that."
"I'm glad. I honestly had a nice time texting you."
"I did too."
Kurt said. Blaine put his TV on and waited for the radio to shut off. After that happened, Blaine walked back over to his laptop. He did have some paper work to go over to finalize plans for his charitable foundation.
"I'm glad. So, do you go to the bar every night?"
Blaine asked. If that were the case, he was going to drop in at the bar to see him, and get to know him better. But he did have a lot of work to do. But he wasn't in any hurry to get Kurt off the phone.
"Except for Tuesdays, like I said. But yeah, I am. You planning on a visit every night?"
"Of course. As long as you want me to come see you."
"I do want you to come see me, Blaine. I'd like that, very much. So, mysterious stranger at the bar. Tell me a little about yourself."
"Uh, sure. Okay. I'm Blaine Everett Anderson, I'm 24 years old. I'm a concert pianist. I studied at NYU, Julliard and Oxford. I love London, and spent two years there after graduating. I relocated to New York in May of last year, when I was scooped up by New York Symphony. I've played Carnegie Hall twice, and sold out both shows."
"Which were amazing shows, by the way."
"You saw them?"
"I did. They were beautiful, Blaine. Truly."
"Thank you, Kurt. Now one more little piece about me. I've never been in love."
Kurt gasped on the other side of the phone. He couldn't believe that Blaine wouldn't have been in love. But then again, he'd thought he'd been in love with Micah, and he knew how that turned out.
"Are you serious, Blaine?"
"One hundred percent. I've never been in love. I've just never found the right guy. And yes, Kurt. I'm gay. So what about you, mysterious bar guy. Your turn."
"Okay, well. I'm Kurt Hummel. I'm twenty-five. I own the Wentworth Bar & Grille. My father is the late Congressman Burt Hummel. I was born and raised in Ohio. Left Ohio at nineteen to pursue fashion. My dad was killed when I was twenty one. I opened the Wentworth right after that. And I was in love once. It ended badly. And I always remain open to being in another relationship, as long as it's the right guy."
"The right guy, huh? Well, I will file that away for future use, Kurt. So, now that we know a little more about each other…would you be able to accompany me to dinner this Friday night, Kurt?"
Kurt looked over at the sleeping infant in the bassinet. He knew Finn and Rachel wanted this for him. He wanted to do this, too. Even if it was to get out and have adult conversation for a few hours. He knew that they wouldn't mind babysitting, and that's when he'd decided.
"I would love to have dinner, Blaine."
"Fantastic. I have rehearsal until eight, so we can meet at nine. I have a standing reservation at Sushi Yasuda. It's over on East 43rd."
"I know it. I've never been there, but I know it. So, nine pm at Sushi Yasuda. Okay. I'll see you then."
"Can I keep texting you?"
Blaine found himself asking. Kurt was going to ask the same question, because he'd wanted to keep texting Blaine. It was weird, them being on the same wavelength with the texting thing.
"I would love it. Goodnight, Blaine."
Kurt said, reluctant to hang up. But Blaine knew he needed to get up early, so he hung up with Kurt and smiled. He was seriously intrigued by the thought of getting to know this beautiful man. And as he held his phone in his hand, he smiled warmly and sent one of his favorite song lyrics to Kurt as a goodnight.
"So happy just to be alive, underneath this sky of blue. On this New Morning with you. Until Friday, Kurt. I look forward to our texting!"
Blaine said, leaving his phone in the kitchen to charge. He headed into the shower with a smile on his face, knowing that he was going to have what his buddy Jeff called 'perma-grin.' But he felt it would be totally worth it. And he couldn't wait to tell Jeff and Wes about it the next morning. Meanwhile, Kurt looked at his sleeping son, and for the first time in a long time, he grinned wide, looking forward to telling Rachel tomorrow at their morning coffee.
A/N: I will NOT let an anonymous review get me down! Song lyrics used in this chapter were 'A Thousand Years' by Christina Perri and 'New Morning' by Darren Criss f/Chuck Criss & Freelance Whales.