AN: Okay so this is the official first chapter for Strangers. I'm really excited! So, this chapter is still very sweat even though things will get a bit more tense as things progress. The next chapter will be the start of the angst but for now we will be seeing more of how Blaine and Kurt's relationship develops.
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Copyright: No I don't owe glee, yes I wish I did, no anything familiar isn't mine, yes I love chocolate, moving on.
Warnings: Pretty sweat again. No warning... yet!
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Chapter 1: The Beginning
"Blaine!"
"Blaine Anderson!"
"Blaine! Can we have a photo?"
"Blaine, can you make a statement on you and your partner's new engagement?"
"Blaine!"
This was their life now. Kurt and Blaine had graduated, both top of their class. Blaine had gone off to film his movie while Kurt set up their new apartment in New York. For the first couple of months, it was hard on both of them. Blaine had a packed schedule and Kurt was attending NYU trying to get his BFA in musical theater. They had two different lives, but they made it work. Many times, Blaine would call Kurt before an interview to make sure his TV was on the right channel. If one of them couldn't talk they would send each other 'Courage' texts to show they were okay. They handled it the best way they could.
All the way up until Blaine finished filming. That's when things got crazy. Blaine took the first flight to New York and automatically he knew his life had changed. Paparazzi had chased him all over the airport. He had to have his manager fly in a bodyguard just to get out of the building. He stayed there for more than 24 hours, all with Kurt on the phone calming him down and trying to keep him sane. It changed things between them. A bit for the better in a way. Blaine became more protective of Kurt and vice-versa. Kurt made sure to keep Blaine safe. They were a force to be reckoned with.
"Blaine! Is it true that you may be making a new movie with Jake Mathews?"
"Blaine"
"Blai-" The car door drowned out the group of paparazzi trying to ask him millions of questions. Two years, after his big break and still they chased him around like chickens.
"Garett, take me home."
"Of course, Mr. Anderson." The limousine driver called back.
The car started and slowly moved into the traffic that surrounded them. Blaine was seated in the back seat dressed in a nice suit and wore a small smile on his face. He pulled out his phone and dialed the one number he knew by memory. Pulling the phone to his ear it only took a few rings before he heard a small voice come through.
"How did it go?" The tense voice asked.
"Well, Hello to you too," Blaine said giving a small chuckle.
"Sorry, I've just been nervous you know. This could mean way bigger and better things for you. I just want you to do well." The sincerity in the man's voice made Blaine smile.
"Baby, don't worry okay. Everything went great. Chuck loved the idea of Jake and me being co-stars and Marty is reading over the paperwork tonight."
"Oh, thank gaga!" Kurt's sigh of relief almost seemed to pass through the phone from how strong it was. "So, it's happening."
"Yep, in a couple of months, I will become a cast member of the hit show 'Nightlife', according to Chuck that is."
"Ha, it sounds like him." Kurt laughed through the phone.
Blaine chuckled a bit and then said: "Okay, well I'll see you at home babe."
"Okay, see you at home. Love you!"
"Love you, too!"
Blaine got home just a bit after the phone conversation ended. As soon as he opened the door to his and Kurt's apartment an amazing smell hit him. He walked in a bit further before walking into the dining room. There was Kurt standing next to the table that seemed to have the same amazing smell emitting from it. The man in front of him had a smile on his face and his eyes just said 'I love you' with one look.
"What's all this?" Blaine asked.
"Well, you are going to be an even bigger star in a few months, and I will probably not get you to myself for even more than that. So, we are having a date." Kurt smiled and moved to sit in one of the chairs.
"You mean like right now?" Blaine followed Kurt's lead and moved to sit at the table.
"Well, yea. I didn't set up this whole thing for nothing." Kurt chuckled.
Blaine smiled with him and looked down at the table. He noticed the two candles set in-between them, as well as the food that just looked to-die-for. Kurt had made some mashed potatoes with a filet minion that was drizzled in a red wine sauce.
"Wow, babe this looks so good."
"Well, thank you, Blaine. I wanted this to be a special night." Kurt looked up as they both ate. Blaine knew that look in his fiancé's eyes. Just with that, he knew that tonight was just going to get better and better.
"So, at what time did Marty tell you he was going to call you about the contracts?" The question seemed innocent enough, but Kurt's intentions definitely weren't. As Blaine was getting ready to answer the question he began to feel his fiancé's leg move closer to his.
"Well, umm… he didn't, but hopefully, I'll get a call by tomorrow morning saying everything…" Kurt's leg started moving upwards, and Blaine paused in the middle of his sentence.
"Saying…?" The other man's voice teased.
"Um… saying everything is in order." Now Kurt's leg was very high up. It was getting closer and closer to a whole different area of his body.
"Okay." The man sitting across from him said. His face didn't show any emotion to the situation going on underneath the table. Blaine's was a whole different story though. His face was completely flush, and his breathing began to quicken.
"Kurt"
"Yea, babe?"
"Do you maybe wanna go celebrate this amazing news somewhere a bit more... comfortable?"
"Yea, let's do that."
Food forgotten, they both got up from the table and began the very interesting journey towards the bedroom.
After an amazing night with Blaine, Kurt woke up in an elated bubble. The bed sheets were wrapped around him keeping him warm, while his hands moved to the other side of the bed trying to feel for his fiancé. As Kurt's head cleared from the morning fog, he realized the other side of his bed was empty. By the feel of the sheets, it has been for quite a while.
"Blaine?" He called out. There was no answer. Kurt sat up in bed and looked around the room. He looked at the nightstand and reached out for his phone. Looking down at the screen he noticed there weren't any messages or missed calls.
That was weird. Blaine always said something to Kurt when he left the apartment. It was very unlike him to just up and leave like that. His mind made him worry as millions of thoughts rushed through it. Was there an accident? Is someone hurt? Is Blaine's family okay?
He immediately looked at the screen once again and called the number he was so used to seeing. He held the phone to his ear and waited for his call to be picked up. It rang and rang.
Then a voice rang through the phone, "Hello..."
"Bla-"
"You seem to have ended up in my voicemail..." Kurt hung up. He had heard that message only a handful of times, still this time he was in a panic. His worry just worsened as he dragged the phone back to his ear while calling the same number. Still, no answer.
Blaine barely missed one of his calls. Something was wrong. He scrambled out of the bed and changed into some clothes. He moved into the apartments living area and turned on the TV. It seemed like a weird thing to do in a moment of crises, but he knew Blaine was famous. If something were to happen to him it would be all over the media. He started to pace the room as he roamed his social media. Nothing was popping out. The only thing he could find was a few cover stories about Blaine's and his engagement, but nothing about Blaine himself. He was supposed to have been out of the house already and on his way to school, but his worry kept him in the apartment and attentive to his phone.
An hour went by like this. Calls and text messages, never one reply. At one point Blaine's calls started going straight to voicemail. Because of this, Kurt began to think he should try calling Blaine's family. Still, he hadn't seen anything on the news so his mind just told him to keep calling, till there was an answer.
Another hour past and he was just about to dial Blaine's number for the hundredth time when he heard the sound of keys jingling and the lock to his apartment door opening. He stopped his legs from pacing any longer and looked up to see a perfectly healthy Blaine walk through the apartment door.
