Have you ever thought of your passion having the power to drive you to leave your home, your loved ones to move to another country or continent? What if your dad doesn't allow you?

Kurt Hummel had the same situation. Our white boy had planned to travel from London to this busy, colorful, dreamland New York and it wasn't easy for him. His dad didn't like him leaving London. Not because he wanted him to be in London exactly. He just didn't want to lose his sweet little boy. But, New York could be a big breakout in Kurt's career and Kurt didn't want to give that up. His surrounding in London has always influenced this decision.

Ever since his eyes laid on the famous V&A museum, he couldn't take his head out of it. Right from that minute, his mind has been chanting just one word: Fashion. The images of the inside of the Museum from his first visit when he was a toddler have been stuck in his head like a nail on the wall. He didn't let his creative mind rest from then. Every now and then, he has been shooting ideas and wisdom he possessed in the world of fashion. He has been building his dream with every penny he could save, every magazine he could read, every défilé de mode he could watch, and every fashion god he could worship.

Kurt Hummel had planned every day for this day to come: This day to give his dream an opportunity. He clenched a poster firmly in his hand, sitting on his bed. He took a deep breath and sighed at the closets and the walls around him. It might be a week's travel, but he would certainly be missing his home. Kurt had made countless arguments with his dad about the travel, but nothing seemed to settle. Kurt was determined on something, firmer than a rock in the ocean: He was going to New York City for the Fashion based competition.

Kurt's hope reached another level when the expected envelope came as a nice, slim possession. He had qualified the preliminary level for the competition and he was asked to be present for the next level in New York. Kurt mustered up with a refilled tank of hope, trying not to drain the tank.

Carole, his stepmom, waded into his bedroom silently to take a look at the usually cheerful boy, now with a fretful silence. Carole was nothing but a very supportive mom- figure and most importantly a friend at home.

"Well, Kurt. I am afraid you will be missing your flight." Carole had the perfect radiant of her British ancestry and her chic talk could prove it.

Kurt gave a jittery smile as he turned to his stepmother. She gave him one last bear hug before he trollied his suitcases. Crossing across the hall and the next step was the open door to the open world. But the crossing was something to ponder on.

Burt didn't utter a single word from the morning. He wasn't enraged on Kurt. He could get enraged even if he tried. He didn't want his sweet little boy to leave him and the sullen mask covered it up, at least to Burt's satisfaction. The clock was ticking and he had no time to wait.

Kurt got up on his feet to face his execution. He hadn't seen his dad like that in past years and that was a very different and new situation then. T-I-C-K, T-I-C-K ...BOOM!

"Dad, I am so sorry. I know that we made endless conversations about this but this could be a life-altering opportunity for me, You know that. I would just like to say that I would be missing you and that is true. I will be back in a week and if now, I will let you know about my further moves."

Burt didn't move his stubborn head from the newspaper he was pretending to read. It wasn't a farewell after all; Burt knew it. Kurt shook his head in guilt and he trollied his suitcases, stepping out to his wonderful journey to the soil of Great America. Burt tip-toed to the entrance to give a last look at him, wishing he would be fine and chanting his love under his breath.

And that was it. Kurt Hummel reached the place where the magic carpet was waiting for him to get delivered to somebody unexpected.

Tedious long hours of the flight made his flight sick and the time zone change hadn't started to get on his nerves yet. He stood in the line, which leads to the entrance to his dreamland: The Immigration process. He was astonished by the different ambiance, the bright LED TVs advertising in their chic American accent that Kurt was finding it hard to grasp. The line was long enough to numb the legs, but he had no choice. Kurt's attention turned to an LED airing America's heartthrob show, The American Idol.

He wasn't drawn to the "fashionably" dressed judges. He could get more pissed if he was drawn, that he could rip the screen, jump into it, and modify the garments they were wearing. He wasn't and would never be drawn to them. He was strangely drawn to a handsome-looking man. Kurt's attention started to nag him to study all the details of his young cherry blossom face. The perfect golden or honey eyeballed eyes filled with desperate hope and zeal.

Not just Kurt. Many of the people who were standing in the line were drawn just like him. But it was more for Kurt. His hair grooming was questionable but everything was perfect about him, including his voice.

"Hi! I am Blaine Anderson and I am 22 years old."

Judges were clearly drooling at him. "Well Blaine, Hello. Welcome to American Idol. Tell us about you."

"Well, I am an aspiring actor and a singer. I've been trying chances to explore my talent and I am a great fan of the American Idol."

Kurt had watched American Idol, not frequently though. He loved exploring different genres and those kinds of shows were always a jam for Kurt.

"I always watched to sing on the American Idol someday and I am feeling on cloud nine now. I think this will be a great start for my music career."

"Well, Blaine Anderson. What are you going to sing for us?"

Kurt couldn't identify any of the new judges. There was a complete judges panel change and Simon Cowell wasn't there in either.

" I am singing "START OF SOMETHING NEW" from the " High School Musical" ."

Judges were seemingly impressed by Blaine's attempt and were readily lending their ears.

" Cool. Great song for a great start. Then Best of luck to you, Mr. Anderson."

Blaine gave a jittery smile and took a deep breath to ease his nerves.

Living in my own world didn't understand
That anything can happen, when you take a chance
I never believed in what I couldn't see
I never opened my heart (oh) to all the possibilities, ooh

The sweet, breezy voice started to beam every single person on-screen and off-screen.

I know that something has changed
Never felt this way
And right here, tonight

This could be the start of something new
It feels so right to be here with you, oh
And now, looking in your eyes
I feel in my heart the start of something new
Oh, yeah

Now who'd have ever thought that, mmm
We'd both be here tonight? Oh
Yeah, and the world looks so much brighter
Oh, with you by my side

Kurt's legs and hands took control of their job in moving along with the line and let Kurt's mind wander among the dreamy clouds with the man on the screen. It seemed like he was singing to Kurt, just to Kurt. Kurt didn't want to believe it but his mind went the other way.

I know that something has changed
Never felt this way
I know it for real

This could be the start of something new
It feels so right to be here with you, oh
And now, looking in your eyes
I feel in my heart the start of something new

I never knew that it could happen, 'till it happened to me
Oh, yeah
I didn't know it before, but now it's easy to see, oh

Kurt could only think of the tragic past he had to encounter. He wished it didn't happen. He wished he could find a new start for himself. But he couldn't. The tree had its bark carved in his heart and it could never fade away.

It's the start of something new
It feels so right to be here with you, oh
And now, looking in your eyes
I feel in my heart

That it's the start of something new
It feels so right to be here with you, oh
And now, looking in your eyes
I feel in my heart
The start of something new
The start of something new.

Kurt retrieved himself from his fantasy as he hit the counter glass quite hardly. Kurt was in a desperate besiege to complete the process quickly so he could have a clear look at his face. Kurt's process took a long time, at least for him. He was allowed into the country after the immigration process and to his dismay, the young man had already disappeared and got replaced with a red hair girl. Kurt pulls his head down, tracing the floor which leads him to the luggage pickup place. With sheer difficulty, Kurt somehow found his possessions before they get lost among others. New York was of course an alien island for Kurt. He couldn't understand people speaking inarguably. He felt like a toddler who was left in the streets.

He achieved his first mission of finding a taxi to go to the apartment he booked a few months back.

"Wheredowanttogo?"

Kurt could hear the driver talking only gibberish.

"Could you talk at a slow pace, so I can understand?"

The Driver assessed Kurt definitely. The driver planned a big meal out of Kurt with his British elegancy.

"Where. do. you. want. to. go?"

Kurt felt this better. He extended the calling card of his friend's friend through whom he booked the apartment. Kurt had very big confidence that he was sure he would be staying more than a week and hotels were not an option. Kurt's hands were on the back seat window and his face was pressed against it. Kurt was excited to get treated by the sight of the beautiful city. Kurt was also frightened by the pace the city was moving: the vehicles, people running for their daily shift, the waiters at the diners.

Kurt was thankful that he wasn't murdered or kidnapped the first day of his arrival. He checked the calling call to verify the address more than twice and almost annoyed the driver by asking him thrice. The driver's plan of milking Kurt was a success and the naive Kurt didn't know that he was paying thrice the fare.

Kurt stood in front of the big skyscrapers that were attached to each other. It was a residential area and people were living in blocks. It was around 2o hours and the night cold had set around him. He pulled his phone hastily, almost scared that he might get stabbed.

"Hello?"

"Oh hello, Kurt! How are you? Have you reached New York? Where are you?"

It was easy to catch up with the man over the phone because of the British toppings in his talk.

"Hello mate! I have reached and I am standing at the address you gave me."

"Alright! I am coming." The cheery voice ended and Kurt's phone went dead. Hearing that man's voice was the only comforting thing for him to tell that he was not alone. Kurt pulled his heavy suitcases to a bench nearby and took a moment's break on them. He picked up some pamphlets from the airport that covered New York exclusively and was taking a look at them. New York is indeed different from London, Kurt thought.

He heard the footsteps nearing him and Kurt turned 180 degrees to take a glance. It was the man in casual attire, mostly thrown on himself in a hurry.

"Kurt?"

"Yes."

"I am Adam Allen. And welcome to New York! Lizzie has told me about you and I am more than happy to help you here mate." Adam gave Kurt a warm welcome hug.

" Thank you for your offer."

Kurt noticed a bunch of keys jingling in Adam's hand. "Alright, mate. It's getting dark and you need rest. Can I show you your apartment?"

Kurt agreed and yanked the bond that he signed for the apartment. He took a look before he kept moving. It was a tedious long journey of 6 floors and they somehow reached it. Kurt's eyes wandered around, capturing every single thing he could: the floor number boars, kids playing, a woman resting on her resting chair taking a moon bath. He almost bumped into Adam but stopped from getting embarrassed.

The door was finally opened after fiddling with hundreds of keys in the bunch.

"There you go! Alright, mate." Adam stepped in, followed by Kurt with his 3 suitcases.

He expected it to at least be a decent apartment. Kurt's eyes squinted to every corner they could. It was an elegant, perfect, chic apartment with 2 bedrooms, a kitchen, a common bathroom for the bedrooms, a balcony, and of course a hall. What surprised Kurt was that the apartment was well-furnished with furniture and appliances. Kurt had a feel of entering somebody's house.

"Alright, Kurt. Call me if you want something. Your essentials will be available in the nearby shops. And the house owner has informed me to tell you about some rules."

Adam yanked a piece of paper. It was a letter from the owner, Sue Sylvester: at least from the sign on the letter.

"Okay. I shouldn't hit nails on the walls. I shouldn't dry clothes on the balcony and I shouldn't attempt suicide."

Kurt stared at Adam's face blankly. " The first one is fine. But the second and the third one is-"

"Don't question things, Kurt, and have a good stay!"

Adam waved at Kurt, closing the door behind. This left Kurt in the middle of the hall. He twirled around to have a 360-degree look at the apartment. He was starting to love the apartment. This couldn't get any better.

He used the rest of his remaining energy to narrow the choice of his room, to unpack certain things, to take a hot- bath in the bathroom facilitated with a geyser surprisingly, to change into his night suit before he dropped dead on the bed.

Everything felt like a dream for Kurt. It was like a crazy fever- dream where he escaped from London. met a handsome man with a dreamy voice on a screen, sprinkled a duet in his dream, and now staying at an apartment in New York.

The first morning started with Him going for a walk in the neighborhood to get some stuff to eat for breakfast. Yes, it was quite different than London: the accent, the culture, amicable people. But it was a promising start for Kurt.

Kurt was all refreshed from his sleep as he opened the windows and sat down for a meal after long hours. He could have eaten the chairs if he didn't have anything.

What could be better than a hot- tub bath in the morning? He spent a good 20 minutes time in a relaxing state. He heard the front door closing from the bath.

He got up but thought it was just the action of the wind. Kurt got out after having a bath, in a towel around his waist and nothing to cover his bare chest.

He waddled into the hall nonchalantly when he saw a live figure standing near the other bedroom.

He quickly took shelter under the dining table, tucking under and crossing his arms in fright.

Notes:

Hey guys! This is my first chapter and I am doing Valentine's day challenge, so there will be more CERTAINLY. Those who think you know me from somewhere, I am the same person who writes another Klaine long fic: ONE STEP CLOSER. I would start to update that again after this challenge. So sorry for the inconvenience. Reviews and loves are very welcomed!

Happy Valentine's month readers!