Hi everyone! I'm sorry this took a few days longer than expected but I made it up to you by making it twice as long as the other ones! This one is almost 3,500 words! I hope you enjoy and please review!

Also, this chapter has a flashback that takes up most of the chapter so I'm going to warn you now. I marked where it starts so hopefully it won't be to hard to follow along from there. The next chapter will take place in the present again.

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I do not own Glee or any of the characters. If so, it would be called "Kurt Hummel, The One Man Show! (With A Side of Blaine)" I do own the idea for the story though.

Chapter 4: That Was Then, This Is Now

They arrived at the restaurant about ten minutes early so they decided to go ahead and be seated. The waitress took them to a more secluded table near the back of the restaurant. Burt, Carole and Rachel sat across from Finn, Kurt, and what was to be Blaine's seat facing the front door.

They were waiting for only five minutes before Burt saw a young man with a mischievous smile on his face sneak up behind his son and wrap his arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. The man was short, had curly raven colored hair and bright caramel colored eyes. He looked exactly as Kurt had described his fiancé. This man was Blaine.

"Hey gorgeous. I missed you," Blaine said into Kurt's ear.

"Oh my God Blaine! You scared the shit out of me! What the hell did you do that for?"

"I thought it would be funny and I was right," Blaine chuckled as he sat down next to Kurt and added a wink to him for good measure.

Still glaring at the man, Kurt introduced him to his family. "Everyone, this is my idio- I mean my fiancé, Blaine," Kurt fondly stated, still facing Blaine. Turning to his family, he pointed out each member of his family as introduction. "Blaine, next to me is my stepbrother, Finn, across from him is his wife and one of my best friends in high school, Rachel, and that's my stepmother, Carole and my dad, Burt."

As each person was introduced, Blaine gave them one of his signature charming smiles and shook each of their hands. When he got to Kurt's father, the older man glared at Blaine but finally shook his hand after a slight hesitation.

"It's a pleasure to meet all of you. Kurt talks about you all the time. I'm just so glad that he has you back in his life. He really needed this."

"Oh Blaine! It's so nice to meet you too! We've heard so much about you! Tell us a little about yourself," Carole asked with excitement in her voice.

"Well, what would you like to know?"

"Anything! Where are you from?"

"Umm… Well, I was born in Westerville, Ohio, not too far from Lima actually, but when my brother moved to LA to pursue a career in acting he took me with them. My parents weren't happy with my brother's decision to act so when we left they didn't want anything to do with either of us. Cooper, my brother, still lives there but after high school I decided to move here to New York with my best friend Wes. I got into the music department at NYU and met Kurt and that's about it. And I must say, my life has been pretty perfect since then." By this point, Blaine was staring lovingly at Kurt, causing the other man to blush.

"So your parents don't talk to you anymore? Why not?" Finn was confused. He didn't understand why someone would stop speaking to both of their sons just because one of them wanted to be an actor. He thought of being an actor for a short time during his senior year of high school and he just couldn't imagine that Burt or his mom would stop talking to him just because of that.

"They stopped talking to Cooper because they wanted him to do something productive with his life, like to become a lawyer or a doctor, so when he told them he was going to act they disowned him. I was ten when we went to LA and by then it was pretty obvious that I liked boys rather than girls. Cooper took me with him because he didn't think our parents would be too thrilled when they found out I was gay. They definitely weren't. By the time I was thirteen and had officially come out, they fully disowned me too."

"That's terrible. I'm so sorry Blaine." Rachel said uncomfortably.

"That's ok. I'm honestly glad they aren't around to ruin my life anymore. I have too much going for me right now to worry about them," He said proudly, leaning into Kurt's side and grabbing his hand that was laid out on the table.

They continued talking long after they finished eating. They got to know each other better and everybody loved Blaine. He was funny and kind to everyone and before long even Burt couldn't resist his charms.

Soon enough, the waitress came up to their table to inform them that the restraint was closed and they had to leave. Burt went to grab his wallet to pay for the dinner when Blaine reached over to stop him.

"I'll get it Mr. Hummel. You're here as our guests," he said, pulling out his credit card and placing it with the receipt that the waitress must have put on the table while they were distracted.

After a small dispute over who was going to pay, the group left the restaurant and hailed a cab back to Kurt and Blaine's apartment. When they arrived, Blaine brought out two bottles of wine and some glasses.

They all talked for a little while longer when Burt finally asked the question that had been weighing on his mind ever since the first time it was asked.

"So now that we're face to face and alone, will you finally tell us how the two of you met?"

Blaine looked over at Kurt to see if he was up for the conversation. He grabbed Kurt's hand, showing him that he was there to support him and kissed him on the cheek. After a few minutes of silence, Kurt sighed and began his story.

"Well Blaine and I met on my twenty-first birthday…"

(Flashback)

Kurt had been living in New York for over two years now and nothing seemed to be going right. He tried to get into any college he could that had a musical theater department but every school he applied for just turned him down. He also tried to audition for a few off-Broadway shows but they all told him that he wasn't right for the part. If he couldn't even get an off-Broadway part, what makes him think that he could ever make it big on Broadway?

He also had a crummy job at a run-down bar near his apartment that he was sure paid him only half of what his actual salary was. The people there were nice enough but he never felt close enough to consider any of them his friends.

After a strenuous day at work where he had suspicious substances dumped on him on more than one occasion, he headed home.

Today wasn't like any other day. Today was Kurt's twenty-first birthday.

Most people would be ecstatic on their birthday, especially if they were now able to drink with all their hearts desire, but not Kurt.

He had thought of inviting some of the people he knew from work over for a small get together tonight but he decided against it, knowing that none of them would even show up anyway. Instead Kurt celebrated by himself.

Usually he preferred being alone, but today he just wished he had someone, anyone, that he could be with. He missed his family and wished more than anything he hadn't alienated them.

He tried to get in touch with them again but it had been two years and he had no idea where they would be and he didn't think they would want him around anyway. He left so long ago so why would they want him back now?

Hating the silence, Kurt climbed out the window and up the stairwell to the roof. Standing on the edge of the building, looking down over the wall, Kurt felt at peace.

He liked to come up here because when he was outside looking out on the New York skyline, he felt less alone. It helped him realize that he wasn't the only one with problems and that every person in this town had their own issues.

He stood quietly listening to the sounds of honking cars and people yelling in the streets. This truly was the city that never sleeps.

After a short time, his thoughts began to run wild. What if he were to just jump over the edge of the building and end his life? Would anyone really care? His family would probably never even find out and the people he worked with would just find his death as a nuisance because they would have to find someone else to replace him. He didn't have anyone to morn his death so why doesn't he just do it?

"Excuse me? Do you mind if I make a call up here? He reception inside is terrible."

Startled, Kurt whipped around as fast as his body allowed him. In front of him was the most stunning man he had ever seen. He couldn't have been much younger than Kurt himself.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to startle you!" The man said.

"That's ok, and you're fine. Don't mind me," Kurt turned back around and continued looking at the streets below. He wasn't intentionally trying to listen in to the man's conversation but he was able to hear everything that he said.

"Hey Coop."

…

"Yea, Wes and I just settled in. We're just going to order something to eat and stay in and watch a movie tonight. "

…

"New York is amazing so far! It's so beautiful here. Wes and I are planning on going sightseeing tomorrow. It's so much different here than in Los Angeles."

…

"No! I've only been here for a day. I haven't gotten any "action" yet. I'm not you."

…

"I miss you too, Coop."

…

"Ok, I promise to call you again tomorrow night and you need to come and visit as soon as possible."

…

"Bye Coop. Love you too."

Listening in to the man's conversation, if possible, made Kurt felt even more alone. He wished he had someone he could talk to the way the man talked to this "Coop".

Kurt was so lost in his inner monologue that he didn't realize that he had begun crying.

"Are you ok?"

Again Kurt turned around, this time wiping the tear stains from his eyes. He looked up into the eyes of the handsome man. He was surprised to see a concerned face looking back at him.

"What? Oh yea, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yea, but thank you anyway."

"Any time." The man paused for a moment. "I'm Blaine."

"Kurt."

"Kurt," Blaine tried the name out for himself. Kurt swore he saw a blush rising up the man's cheeks.

"It's nice to meet you," Blaine added.

"You too."

"So what are you doing standing out here by yourself Kurt?"

"I just couldn't stand the silence in my apartment so I came out here. It's beautiful isn't it?" Kurt asked in wonder.

"It is."

Because Kurt was looking out at the city, he didn't notice that Blaine was looking at him when he said that rather than at the skyline.

"Well Kurt, my room-mate and I were going to order take-out when I went back in and I was wondering if you would like to join us. I promise, there's never a quiet moment when Wes is around."

"Wes?"

"He's my room-mate and best friend."

"I can't. I don't want to intrude-" Kurt was interrupted by Blaine.

"It's our first day here and we both really want to make some new friends. Please Kurt? I promise you're not intruding on anything. Honestly Wes will be thrilled to meet someone new."

"I don't know."

"Please." Blaine pleaded.

"Ok, fine. I'll have dinner with you." Kurt said with the first true smile he had in a long time.

"YAY! Let's go Kurt!" Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and dragged him to the door to the staircase and led him to his apartment just one floor below Kurt's.

They came to the front door of an apartment that Kurt assumed was Blaine and his room-mate's. While Blaine was digging in his pockets, Kurt became ever more nervous. What if Wes didn't like him? Not many people did so why should they? Blaine was one of the first people who ever took an interest in being his friend and he didn't want to mess this up, but what would the both of them think when they found out how truly messed up he was?

Blaine found the key and opened the door.

'Here goes nothing,' Kurt thought.

"WESLEY! GET YOUR TUSH OUT HERE! I MADE A FRIEND AND YOU HAVE TO SAY HI!" Blaine practically screamed with excitement in his voice.

A young man around Blaine's age came running down the hall to where Kurt and Blaine were standing, tackling Blaine in a tight hug.

"I thought you died Blainy! You were gone for so long! Who's this? Is he your kidnapper?" Wes asked looking at Kurt.

"This is Kurt. I met him just now on the roof and I asked him to have dinner with us." Blaine stated almost proudly.

"Oh really?" Wes gave a knowing look to Blaine. "Well in that case-" Wes then tackled Kurt into a bone crushing hug much like the one he gave to Blaine earlier.

"Wes! You're going to scare him off! Get off of him!" Blaine yelled at the other man. "Are you ok Kurt?"

Once they were finally able to pry the Asian off of him Kurt couldn't help but to break into insane laughter. Kurt hadn't laughed like this since high school. He couldn't believe that in less than half an hour, these two boys were able to make him laugh like this when the people he knew for over two years couldn't even get him to crack a smile.

When he was able to take a deep breath and calm down, he answered Blaine's question, "I'm ok Blaine. I just wasn't expecting to get attacked like that."

"I'm sorry," Blaine whispered while shyly rubbing at the back of his neck. He then turned around and smacked Wes on the back of the head calling him an idiot.

The boys decided to order Chinese food and sat down in the living room and watched a movie while they waited for the food to arrive.

"So Kurt, tell me something about yourself," Wes muted the movie and turned to their guest.

"There really isn't anything to know." Kurt looked down to his lap where he was fiddling with his hands.

"Well why don't we play twenty questions!" Wes stated.

"I guess we could do that." Kurt answered with caution.

"Ok. First question. What is your favorite color?"

Kurt giggled. "Really? That's your question? "

"Yes! It's an important question! You have to answer it!"

" Ummm… Green I guess. That or blue. I can't choose."

"Nope orange is better. Now you have to ask Blainy a question. Go!"

"Ok," Kurt looked over to Blaine and gave him a small smile. "Favorite movie?"

"Harry Potter!" Blaine said without hesitation. "No question. I love me some Harry."

"Oh my God! I love Harry Potter! Although I prefer Draco more over Harry."

Blaine gasped. "How dare you Kurt! You wound me!"

Soon enough, all three men burst into laughter. They continued to ask each other random questions, even when they asked more than twenty.

After the food arrived, they sat down at the table on makeshift chairs made out of empty over-turned boxes and continued their game.

About halfway though there meal Blaine asked Kurt another question.

"When is your birthday?"

At this, Kurt paused.

"Kurt? What's wrong?" Blaine asked Kurt with worry.

"Today," Kurt answered the question in barely a whisper.

"What?"

"Today is my birthday," Kurt repeated a little bit louder.

"Why didn't you say so earlier? How old are you today?"

Kurt shrugged. "I'm twenty-one."

Blaine reached across the table and grabbed Kurt's hand and held in in-between both of his.

"Happy birthday Kurt."

For the second time that night, Kurt had tears in his eyes but this time they were because he was happy. "Thank you."

"Why are you crying! The birthday boy isn't supposed to cry on his birthday! We need a cake! Blaine do we have cake mix?" Wes began running all through the kitchen ripping open all of the recently stocked cupboards and drawers looking for supplies to make a birthday cake.

"No Wes. We don't have cake mix, and even if we did, I would never allow you near the oven anyway."

Despite his earlier sadness, Kurt was again laughing to the point that it hurt at Wes's antics.

"You guys don't need to do anything. Thank you again though."

"We have to do something Kurt," Blaine stated. "Wes! We don't have cake mix but we have a box of cookies in the cupboard above the microwave. We can just pretend those are a cake and stuff our faces with those."

Wes took down an unopened box of cookies from the cupboard that Blaine indicated and began singing the Happy Birthday song as he walked back to the table. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!" Blaine joined in, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR KURTIE PIE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!" When Wes and Blaine finished their loud but surprisingly in tune performance, Kurt was as bright as a tomato.

Forgetting the rest of their meal, the boys ate all of the cookies in the box. Usually, Kurt wouldn't eat the processed, store-bought cookies and preferred the homemade kind but he had to admit that these were the best cookies he had ever had, not because of the taste but because of the company he had while eating them.

After Kurt helped the two of them clean up, he decided that he should probably be heading home. He said goodbye to Wes and Blaine, but as he was walking to the front door to leave, Blaine stopped him.

"Wait, Kurt! Let me walk you home."

"My apartment is only one floor up," Kurt smirked at him.

"Oh, um, well let me walk you to your door. I have something I want to ask you," Blaine said nervously.

"Sure."

Because the elevator was broken, the two walked up the one flight of stairs and straight to Kurt's apartment door.

"Kurt? Can I ask you something?"

"What is it Blaine?"

"What were you thinking about on the roof tonight?"

"I don't think that's any of your business." Kurt snapped at him. He turned around and hurriedly tried to open the door and get away from Blaine but before he was able to step through the entrance and slam the door in Blaine's face, he gently grabbed Kurt by his arm and turned him around.

"Please Kurt. You don't have to tell me tonight. You don't have to tell me ever but I just want you to know that I would never judge you. I know I only met you tonight but I care for you and I just want you to trust me."

Kurt looked into the man's eyes for what felt like the millionth time that night and saw that he was telling the truth. Kurt cautiously took the man into a hug and whispered in his ear, "I do trust you Blaine. I'm sorry." He pulled out of the hug but held on to Blaine's hands. "Standing up on the roof, I was wondering what it would be like if I just disappeared. Did you know that you are the first friend I've had since I moved to New York? I couldn't help thinking if this was all really worth it anymore."

Blaine grabbed Kurt and pulled him into another hug. "Don't you dare think that Kurt. It is worth it, you're worth it and I promise to show you that every day from now on. You're not going to lose me, or Wes for that matter. I think he has a bro crush on you."

Blaine knew exactly what to say to make Kurt feel better. Blaine handed Kurt a piece of paper. When he opened it, it read "Courage" with a phone number underneath.

Kurt looked down at the paper and smiled.

"I want you to call me if you ever feel that way again. I don't care what time it is, if you ever need someone to talk to I want to be the one you come to ok?"

Kurt nodded. "I should go inside but thank you Blaine. Thank you for everything."

"You're welcome Kurt. Come to dinner again tomorrow?" Blaine asked. "I'm sure Wes would love to have his new best friend over again."

"I would love that. Bye Blaine."

"Bye Kurt. I'll see you tomorrow."

A/N #2: This story is no where near finished so don't worry but I do have some outlines made up for a few other ideas for stories. I was wondering if it would be ok to do a short Authors Note with the summaries of the stories I've thought up so far to do once this one is complete. I want to see what everyone would want me to do next. I have about four of them so far.