It was a kind of an enthusiastic start for one Blaine Anderson as he found an apartment to move in before he flush his past down the drain and move forward. A glowing smile conquered the already handsome face of twenty- two years old Blaine Anderson when he found out the perfect apartment for his future. This was it, This could change his life forever he thought.

If one thing could pull his attention towards himself, it would be music. If somebody asked him if he would like free coffee forever or free music forever, he wouldn't think twice to pick up music. He learned piano and violin for 10 years since he was six years old. His music fluency could astonishMichael Bublé.

Blaine Anderson's past was not a bed of roses, to be honest. He wanted to get out desperately and he waited for years to do. He felt that his penance was answered well when He was able to give a kick-start in trying music and an acting career and on top of that, he was finally allowed to choose his way of life.

What would be a good kick-start for his career? Blaine had pondered over this question for a decade and the answer was locked up in his heart to infinity. He decided not to open that chest when his parents started to pressurize him to pursue business.

Blaine was not the kind of a rebel kid. In fact, he followed his parents' "beacon" without queries and doubts, digging a deep well for his dreams to get buried. It was too late for his parents to realize that their son had lost all his happiness and hopes because of them. Maybe not too late.

He settled on pumping up his passion through auditioning for the American Idol. One corner of his mind pulled him from doing this. He couldn't get guaranteed a music career. It took him so much time, courage, and determination to audition.

"Hi. I am Blaine Anderson..."

These words came out of his mouth on his auto-pilot mode. His mind was wandering all around him. The upgraded, real American Idol set; finally a chance to sing again to his heart's brim. It was weird for him to hear his name echoing from his mouth. It was a different feeling for him.

There was a reason for him to audition with an original song. His life had given him the second chance to follow his passion and he didn't want to waste time imitating others, at least to him. He always knew that he could write songs and he wanted to give it a try.

Blaine surrendered his true colours before the judges and the millions of people who were watching. A few selected performances would be aired on the television and if Blaine got a spot, it would assure him of a good start. Blaine was on his nerves till he completed the last note of his song. All he could hear after the note was the thundering applause from the judges, the crew behind the camera. He grinned widely, as he walked out already with the feel of being a winner.

His next step was to move into another apartment. Blaine had been looking for a new apartment to stay in and eventually move in permanently for a good start. That was the last night he was going to stay at the present house. The house looked so barren: no photos, no tears whatsoever. All he had in that house were the memories, his suitcases, and a few of the appliances he own. Blaine's mind was clouded with nothing but the repertoire of the memories at his audition. It would be one of the best memories that he would cherish even on his deathbed. A song started to spin in Blaine's head, falling a cascade. Blaine had already started to dream of his future and his newfound freedom.

It was the last night at Blaine's barren house. The house where he went through so much. The house was always filled with things, appliances, and other things except for his heart. He never felt this decent apartment as his home. His chest pulled towards his sternum using the guilt that he wasted his years before and he was leaving this innocent house as slaughter to move forward. The unusual silence beaming from the white-washed ceiling to the wooden floor was something he never knew he needed. He removed his shoes and placed his soft feet on the wooden floor. Blaine could feel the soft, polished floor that he never enjoyed before. This was different that day.

He closed his eyelids tightly, imagining his significant other from the previous hands in his arms. He imagined holding his shoulder and his hand. Familiar, comfortable hands out of the air, slid through his arm, holding his hip and his shoulder. Blaine whispered softly as he shifted his mind into his heart and began to slow dance.

Pave me a path to follow

And I'll tread any dangerous road

I will beg and I'll steal, I will borrow

If I can make, if I can make your heart my home

Throw me to the water (Water, water)

I don't care how deep or shallow (Water)

Because my heart can pound like thunder (Water)

And your love, and your love can set me free

I have promised I will love you till the end of time

Through it all, the good, the bad, the ugly, and divine

I will be the melody, the rhythm, and your rhyme

All I want is for you to be mine

So can I get it right now?

Can I get it right now?

Can I get it?

Can I get it right now?

Can I get it right now?

Let me, let me just come and get it

Can I get it?

You tease me with your control

Because I long to live under your spell

And without your love I'm hollow

I won't make it, I won't make it on my own

I have promised I will love you till the end of time (End of time)

Through it all, the good, the bad, the ugly, and divine (The divine)

I will be the melody, the rhythm, and your rhyme (Mm, mm-mm)

All I want is for you to be mine

Blaine pulled the air closer to him, placing his head on the shoulder of his imagination. His chest couldn't congest tighter than it was now. His heart seemed to grow heavy.

So can I get it right now?

Mm

Can I get it right now?

Can I get it?

Can I get it right now?

Can I get it right now?

Let me, let me just come and get it

Can I get it?

Blaine knew it was a finished tragic song in the past. All he wanted was to bring him back and hold him tight, to sing this song together. Can he get it? He knew he can't.Not now.

When will you run with me?

Like I know you want to?

(Like you want to like you want)

You're the one for me

And I'm counting on you

To put the pieces of me back together

So can I get it right now?

Can I get it right now?

Can I get it right now?

Can I get it right now?

Let me, let me just come and get it

Blaine intentionally took time to realize that he was dancing by himself and there was nobody else. He collapsed into his cot in the same position, still holding his feather self in the air.

Nothing stopped Blaine from getting up the next day in his barren house to move to the new apartment. He took a quick self- refreshing session, picked up a quiet bite, and loaded his suitcases in the cab he booked. He turned back to give one the last look. He was determined that he wouldn't be returning anytime soon except for the sale in the market and moving his other appliances.

Blaine's ears were sound-proof to the noises and the chaos of the city rush as he kept flipping the pictures of the interior of the apartment and recalling his conversation with the apartment "owner", Sue Sylvester.

Blaine found her suspicious in his first meeting. Her smirky face, her stutters, and her dressing like a gym coach were enough for Blaine to burn her with his suspicion. But the apartment seemed to be so good that he can see his head for that. He signed the bond instantly and made that apartment his.

The cab pulled up near a block. Blaine counted the notes and coins on his hand before he paid the fare. He wasn't running out of money any time sooner, but he could in the future. His past made him pay so much and it was taking a hefty amount of time for his parents to accept him for who he was and to respect his passion. Blaine couldn't be asking for financial help from his parents, not now till they accept him.

He had to walk and climb up with his belongings till he reach his destination. This was it. This was the place where he believed miracle was filled.

Blaine couldn't grow more suspicious as he found the front door to be unlocked. That's weird! he thought. He checked the address card to check if he was at the right place and fortunately, he was. He opened the door further slowly and walked up to the hall when he heard another door from the inside opening. His eyes moved to the one-bedroom which was still available without a bed. He thought of using it as a guest room if he brought his bed from the old house or a temporary storeroom.

He trollied his belongings to the room. He leaned on the room's entrance, slightly peeking to see if he was hearing the rustles and door closing or if he was hallucinating.

He gandered out and he couldn't believe it. He couldn't. He was getting robbed by a daytime burglar without covering his top and wearing just a towel around his waist. It would be funny to think if he was not in panic mode now. He waddled to the kitchen slowly as he targeted the towel thief. He was surprised that he didn't notice until now that the apartment was well-equipped. But he could enjoy this only if he threw that burglar out. He grabbed a pan, trying not to alert the burglar.

He waddled out again; this time to the dining table. He held the pan firmly till he tripped over the buttercup colours striped towel, which was stuck under one of the legs of a chair. He accidentally pushed the table a little revealing a soft, pale hand trying to grab the towel. The hand was trembling so much that it kept slipping from the towel. Blaine crouched near the table trying to take a good look but the body was moving away from him rapidly.

"Tow- towel?"

Blaine could sense a girl stuck up down the table and he guessed that she was trying to reach for the towel. But he did see the figure without the upper clothing, didn't he?

Blaine helped the hand reach out for the towel and Blaine could have almost slipped as the towel raced under the table and disappeared. Blaine got panicked and he ran to the other side, leaning against the wall and pressing his hands on the wall. He was expecting another episode of a straight couple fight but this time, he didn't know the partner.

The soft, smooth hands reached the top side of the table in a few minutes and a freshly washed-haired head along with that. Wait, is that a girl or a boy?

Blaine's eyes were droning for the missed pan to give one smack right on the face before he saw the person robbing his house. What his eyes fell on next was the most mesmerizing thing he'd ever seen: a figure covered with pale, smooth skin for sure, and the glasz eyes, now seeming to be baby blue marbles caught Blaine's breathe. It wasn't a girl, nope. It wasn't. It was a man. A gorgeous boy standing there behind the table, topless and scared to death with his hands crossed in defence over his smooth chest and his hips cocked up a little. He kept staring at Blaine till Blaine started to feel a conviction of himself.

" What do you want from me, you bastard burglar?"

No response for Blaine's scream from the wall. He was still standing like a lifeless doll.

"Qu'est-ce que tu veux de moi, espèce de bâtard de cambrioleur?"

No response yet. Blaine looked around to get some information about the burglar. His sight pointed him to a chic blue shoulder bag on the couch, which a big, highlighted bead worked name written on it. "Kurt Hummel."

"Oh, so you are German?Was willst du von mir, du Bastard-Einbrecher?"

The boy was startled and was triggered clearly. He could see his face growing red and his hands gripping around his body even tighter.

"Who are you? And why are you calling me a burglar when you're one? I could very well understand English."

Blaine was dumb-struck. A high pitch voiced hot guy standing with just a towel on, screaming at him. This couldn't get any worse for one part and any better for the other part.

"I- I will be staying here for rent. I am a tenant here."

"So am I!!" The voice reflected back but in a higher frequency and with the British touch.

"Wait what?"

Blaine stretched his mouth open wide in shock. Now two tenants were not even related. How could that be possible?The boy returned to the hall, throwing a pile of printed papers on the living room table after he was allowed to get dressed up or at least allowed himself to get dressed up.

Blaine was keeping his hand on his temple, his forehead shrank forming wrinkles.

"You are lying Mister. I don't know if you know this, but I can hand you over to the police. I am serious." He was scalding, offended that his money was looted ruthlessly in the daylight in the form of claiming to be a tenant and for getting assumed to be any country citizen other than British.

Blaine wasn't supposed to be laughing at Kurt's serious face but he couldn't hold himself. He burst out for another volcano to burst out of Kurt but somehow extinguished his laughter. He accidentally poured gasoline on Kurt's fire and was thinking of some way to buy an extinguisher.

"What were you laughing at?"

"Umm...nothing."

Kurt would desperately kill himself to know the reason and would probably kill Blaine if he found that offensive. But he had another big problem going on. Blaine was getting slightly annoyed.

"So, from where did you get these copies? I am sure you are a part of a big robbery group."

Kurt twisted his head, almost reaching the boiling point."I am sure it's not me. I am dying to know about your thrift gang."

Both of them crossed their arms and sat at either end of the fluffy black couch. Either of them didn't know what to do now. They were throwing all kinds of inspection on each other mentally. Kurt was about to cry.

"How can I believe you?"

Kurt turned towards the same voice which was now calm, just like the screen from the airport.

"I won't be coming to New York from London to rob your apartment. I don't even know who you are." Kurt was not completely speaking the truth. He was the same guy with whom he lived a small part of his love fantasy at the airport and course, he knew his name.

Blaine knew he was British from the way he was speaking. He had never seen such a beautiful young boy in his life and would love to spend time with him to get to know him better. But confusion and annoyance were blinding his eyesight.

"So how did you get to know this apartment?"

"I was helped by my friend. She is a friend of someone here. He is living near here. He told me he was friends with the owner..."

Kurt was scratching the back of his neck trying to remember the name.

"S-Sue Sylvester?"

"Yes, yes. That was her name."

"How do I believe you're not making up?"

Kurt scowled and pulled a small book from his shoulder bag. He tossed it over the papers for Blaine to see. Blaine picked the passport up while putting on his mean face.

"I am Bri'ish"

Blaine was quite convinced of Kurt. But Kurt wasn't. Blaine could read his face and be answerable to his looks. " I came to know about this apartment through a friend. I didn't know that lady was an asshole."

"Language, mate!"

" Anyways, I don't know what to do. I am trying to get this person on phone but"

Kurt was even more offended. He didn't apologize and he continued. Kurt would have sued him for that. Kurt was in a rage on the people who directed him to this apartment and made him get stuck up with this random person of his dreams.

Blaine was spontaneously locking on one seemingly good solution. Working on that would be better than staying with this boy who would throw pans and spoons on him and plot a murder.

"Okay British boy."

"My name is Kurt Hummel. Do you know how to spell that?"

"Whatever. Fine, you are Kurt. Kurt, We're gonna try and get this right. You just told me your friend is residing near, right? We will get him to find that woman?"

Blaine put Kurt's mind into thinking and taking a wise decision for his sanity. Kurt gave a yes and maintained distance from Blaine. He ransacked his bag for the visiting card and took a long run with it. He hadn't visited his house; He came straight to the apartment.

Kurt ran looking at the card and the buildings around to find the correct address. Blaine tried to catch up with him, but he gave up eventually. " Kurt, slow down."

"Catch up with me, snail."

Blaine was getting more annoyed. He was in a position now where some stranger called him names. Something in Blaine was making his feelings on Kurt sweet and salty. Sweet that he was lucky enough to meet a gorgeous boy that he could only dream of and salty that the boy was rude to him and seemingly broke into his house.

Kurt finally stopped at a point and Blaine hit Kurt's back, knocking him down. Kurt frowned at Blaine and rubbed his butt from pain. Blaine offered his hand for Kurt to get on his feet but Kurt declined it in his style. He pushed the doorbell and waited for the response. Kurt was "greeted" by an old woman that Kurt assumed to be talking gibberish. Blaine took the lead to investigate. Blaine turned to Kurt for the friend's name.

"Umm... Adam Allen."

Blaine turned again to face the lady. The lady couldn't stand them for some reason.

" Whom are you talking about? Do you think I am a prostitute? "

"Did you move in recently?" Blaine asked keeping his cool.

" Do I look like that? I am residing here for 6 years nearly."

Before Blaine was about to ask his next question, the lady took her walking stick from the ground and started to run behind both of them, trying to shoo them away. They sprinted from the stairs to "their" apartment and stopped in the middle of the hall.

Kurt and Blaine were panting their breath out, desperately needing air. Blaine didn't want to talk to Kurt as he was getting on his nerves and Kurt was having the same feeling. Kurt and Blaine dropped themselves on the couch once again, to either end of the couch. Blaine kept staring at Kurt. He wasn't sure of himself, he wasn't sure if he was looking at him in awe or disgust. Kurt started the cold conversation again with his elegant British accent that Blaine could understand.

" Now that we met a dead end here. I think one of us should move out."

Blaine didn't think of staying with this adorable trouble. But he had no way. He would be getting some money from selling his previous stay place but he had little money as of now and he didn't have the choice of staying in hotels.

" I think you should move out. I booked this house months ago and I can't let another person stay and ruin my apartment."

" Okay, Mister..."

"Blaine. Blaine Anderson."

Kurt knew his name but he wanted to taste the victory of making him say his name.

"Fine. Blaine, I don't have anybody here. I came all way from London to get my job done. I did book this apartment earlier as you did. I can't go anywhere."

Kurt's eyes kept scanning the whole chic apartment. Yes, it was dusty but something was more important to be noticed. This apartment had a bed in just one room and not the other. Kurt was intelligent and it was not an understatement. He grabbed his shoulder bag and sprinted into his room, which luckily had the bed and locked the door behind him before Blaine could figure out what was happening. He noticed that his room didn't have a bed.

Blaine ran and started to bang on his door. " HEY, IT'S NO FAIR. I HAVE THE SAME RIGHTS AS YOU IN THIS APARTMENT."

Kurt's heart was pounding out of his chest from all the running and shocks he got from the morning. " We'll talk about that when I come out again."

"What am I supposed to do until then?"

"Use the couch."

Blaine grunted and banged a final bang on the door before minding his own business.

Who knew Kurt would be meeting his fantasy man from the screen in such a weird situation and yet he couldn't talk and flirt with him?

Author's note:

And there is my second chapter. Blaine boy was introduced. I am enjoying it as I write this story.

Please do share your thoughts as reviews and like and follow if you like my story. The song is "Can I get it" by Adele.