A/N: Oddly enough, this plot came to me last night right before I fell asleep. It was written a lot differently then, but since I had nothing to write it down on I had to wait until morning and this is the result. Hope you enjoy!

Kurt pushed his way through the bustling crowd of New York City streets as he walked toward the nearest subway entrance with an uncharacteristic smile on his face. His dreams of Broadway had fallen to the wayside once NYADA didn't work out, but Kurt pursued his second love, fashion, just as happily if not more so.

Kurt had snagged one of the most sought after internships of all: Vogue magazine. Maybe it was due to his personality, or maybe his stylish choice of dress during the fateful interview, but the fact of the matter was that Kurt Hummel became an intern/assistant to the most renowned senior editor in the company, Carmen Williams.

The woman treated Kurt well enough, but she was strict and very set in her ways, something Kurt had to learn early on. While the situation was a bit stressful at the least of times, Kurt persevered because he knew after one more year he was bound to either be hired permanently or have quite the recommendation when he went out on his own.

The reason behind the smile on Kurt's face this morning, however, had nothing to do with work and everything to do with one of his true best friends, Rachel Berry. Rachel, like Kurt, had attended NYADA. Rather than deciding on another career path though, she stuck to her guns and eventually earned a major role on an off-Broadway production that received multitudes of good reviews. She had called last night to deliver some big news.

-Flashback-

Kurt woke with a start, rubbing his eyes blearily as he searched around his darkened room for the source of the infernal racket that awoke him in the first place. During his search his gaze swept over his alarm clock and the bright numbers flashed before his eyes spitefully: 4:53 AM.

Who in the world would call me at this time? He thought grumpily to himself. Finally his eyes found the muffled light of his cell phone, which was still ringing incessantly. Kurt reached out with a groan and grabbed his phone, sliding the small bar so that he could answer the call. In his tired state he didn't even check who had the audacity to call him at such an hour.

"Hello?" he said through a long yawn.

"Kurt! Thank God you're awake. For a moment I thought I'd have no one to share my news with. But that would have been horrible and I should have known you'd put our friendship high enough on your priorities list to answer any of my calls at any time. After all, who knows when I'd need to talk to my best gay?"

Kurt shook his head to attempt to rid his mind of the urge to hang up on the overexcited girl and simply go back to sleep. Instead he responded, "What do you want, Rachel?"

Rachel gasped indignantly. "What do I want? I'll let you know what I want, Kurt Hummel, right after you apologize for being so rude."

Kurt sighed. "I'm sorry. You woke me up and I'm a bit groggy still."

"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you," Rachel apologized sincerely.

"Didn't mean to wake me? How could you not have woken me at this hour?" Kurt grumbled. "Wait, do you even know what time it is?" Sometimes Rachel became so caught up in something that she lost all track of time, so it wasn't a completely unheard of question for Kurt to ask.

"Yes, of course. It's five in the morning, but that's not important right now."

"Then what, may I ask, is so important that you felt the need to call me at five in the morning when you know I have work in a few hours?"

"Sorry," she said meekly. "I just got the best news and I'm really excited and you're the first person I wanted to share my news with."

"What about Finn?" Finn and Rachel had eventually gotten married and moved to NYC together. Although Kurt still didn't really approve of the abruptness of their decision, he had accepted it and moved on.

"He wouldn't understand," Rachel whined. "Besides, I'll tell him in a moment when I'm finished talking to you."

"Fine," Kurt sighed, resigned to his fate of having to listen to Rachel ramble for who knew how long. "What's this big news then?"

"I knew you'd understand," Rachel crowed in delight. "You remember when I told you how well my current role is doing?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"Well, the playwright and producer met with a Broadway committee the other day and…"

"And?"

Rachel inhaled deeply and Kurt knew to pull the phone away from his ear just in time. "THE SHOW IS GOING TO BE ON BROADWAY!"

Kurt winced as Rachel's voice reverberated throughout his bedroom and then cautiously put his phone back to his ear. "That's amazing, Rach."

"I know! Isn't it grand? I'm finally going to be able to fulfill my dream to be on a Broadway stage! And it will be in an original play so I will be the first to portray the role. I will be the one remembered as the first Wilmette Stevens. Although, I must admit I wish they had decided on a better name for the main character…"

Kurt rolled his eyes even though he knew the girl on the other end of the line wouldn't be able to see. "Congratulations, Rachel. You've been working hard for a long time to get this far."

"I have, haven't I?" she mused. "Anyway, the reason I called was to set up a celebratory dinner! What do you think about tonight? Are you busy?"

"Tonight would be fine."

"Great! Oh, I almost forgot to ask… how's everything going with your internship?"

"It's manageable."

"Kurt."

"Alright, alright. So Carmen's been a bit tougher on me than usual and I feel exhausted."

"Aww, Kurt," Rachel cooed. "Look, I know it's hard right now but soon you'll be working for yourself, if not some designer you idolize. Stay strong and everything will work out. I mean, just look at what's happened to me for a prime example."

Kurt smiled to himself. Leave it to Rachel to try to comfort someone by reminding them of her own success. "I know. Thanks, Rach."

"Any time, Kurt."

"I suppose I ought to get ready for work now, seeing as there's no way I'll be able to fall back asleep and wake up on time."

"Right. Well, see you tonight! Bye."

"See you."

-End Flashback-

Kurt instinctively swiped his metro card at the gate, his body doing the motion automatically after living in New York City for four years and counting. He carefully weaved between the people herding around on the crowded subway platform toward the doors of the train. He made it inside right before the doors closed, just in time.

The train began to move and Kurt, not having time to grab onto anything, was jostled by the sudden movement and accidentally fell against the person nearest him. Kurt looked down at his feet, embarrassed, and mumbled out an apology to the man (Kurt knew it was man because of the shoes on the stranger's feet) before looking in every other direction in search of an unoccupied seat. Unfortunately, the subway seemed to be decidedly packed this morning and no such space was available at the time.

Kurt was just about to turn to look out the subway doors at the walls blurring past, when the stranger he had bumped into began to speak.

"Hey," said a smooth voice that Kurt realized belonged to the aforementioned stranger.

Kurt turned to address the "mystery man" and stopped short the second his eyes locked onto two honey-amber orbs. They were the most beautiful, expressive eyes Kurt had ever seen. Two dark, slightly triangular eyebrows framed the man's face. Dark curls fell slightly over the man's forehead and the sight of them soon became the cutest thing Kurt had ever seen. The man's nose sloped delicately, leading Kurt's eyes to the man's angular jaw.

Oh, my. What a find. My morning just keeps getting better…Wait. Am I staring? Ohmygod! I'm staring!

Kurt turned his gaze away, silently cursing the blush he could feel blooming on his cheeks. Why was he reacting so violently to a man he had just met on the subway? Did he have no control over his hormones?

The man chuckled, causing Kurt's embarrassment to increase. "I don't mind," he said teasingly.

Kurt shook the particularly inappropriate thoughts away before they had a chance to completely flood his mind and turned to the man whom, he realized, he still didn't know the name of even though he had just blatantly checked the man out.

"I'm Blaine," he said. "And you are?"

"Kurt." Kurt thanked any imaginary deity for the fact that his voice came out calm and collected.

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

Blaine extended his hand in the small space between them and Kurt grasped it, shaking firmly the way his father had taught him at a young age. Blaine's fingers were calloused, something Kurt attributed to either manual labor or a love of playing guitar. They were a direct contrast to his own smooth skin, but it felt nice to have Blaine's fingers wrapped around his hand. It oddly felt… right.

"Likewise."

Kurt retracted his hand and swore he noticed a look of sadness flit over Blaine's features before they morphed back into what Kurt considered his trademark smile. Why would Blaine be sad to release Kurt's hand?

"I hope I'm not being too forward," Blaine said, grabbing Kurt's attention again in the process. "I was hoping perhaps the two of us could get coffee together sometime."

Kurt restricted the surprised gasp that attempted to escape his throat. Firstly, Blaine was gay? Kurt never would have guessed just by looking at the man. Then Kurt took a moment to look down at Blaine's outfit: tight dark-wash jeans, a blue and white striped v-neck t-shirt that accentuated the man's arms, and brown leather loafers. Hmm, could go either way really. Secondly, was this gorgeous man asking Kurt out on a date? How was that even possible?

"Kurt?"

Kurt pulled himself from his thoughts and brought his eyes back to Blaine's face. The man looked a mix between anxious and hopeful, his eyes wide and gleaming. Kurt couldn't find it in himself to say no to Blaine, not that he really wanted to anyway.

"Yeah, that sounds nice," Kurt replied. He smiled brightly to try to assuage some of Blaine's nerves.

"Great!" Blaine looked down, embarrassed by the few octaves his voice had jumped in that one single word. "Great," he repeated in a much calmer voice. "Should we exchange phone numbers or…?"

"Yeah, sure." Kurt reached into his back pocket and pulled out his iPhone, placing it into Blaine's waiting hand. Blaine passed Kurt his Blackberry and the two began entering their information. They returned each phone to its rightful owner afterward, each man with a grin on his face.

A minute later the train came to a stop and people were rising from their seats, making their way to the now opening doors.

"This is my stop," Blaine explained as he too stepped closer to the doors. ""I'll text you later so we can discuss when to meet up?"

"Yeah, sounds good," Kurt agreed.

"I can't wait to see you again," Blaine said as he exited the train. He stood on his toes, waving over the heads of the people walking around him so that Kurt would be able to see. "Talk to you later."

"Bye Blaine."

The doors closed and Kurt eyes remained on Blaine until the attractive man could no longer be seen through the dirty subway windows. Once Kurt deemed it safe, he sighed contently, ignoring all the looks from nearby passengers.

Today is definitely a good day.