Kurt's heart was still pounding. It wouldn't have pounded more even if he slipped out, narrowly escaping from the grip of the tiger. He threw himself on the comfy bed, his eyes rolling and getting fixed to the ceiling. He had to think about the further steps to either get out of the apartment or get that problem sorted.

His dad was the only person he could think of as of now. But he was angry at him from his knowledge before he left for this seemingly awesome city. He pulled his dignity and dragged his phone to make a call. And as expected his dad didn't pick his calls up. He was getting quite distraught and he gave up trying to his dad. He decided to implement the next step: finding the one Sue Sylvester from her best friend. Kurt was getting chills down his spine as he was thinking about his close friend from London. It's not been so long since he met her but it seemed like it was long enough.

Mercedes: Hey mate! How are you? What is the weather up there?

Kurt was more than happy and excited to hear the familiar black mixed British slang echoing from his phone.

Kurt: Yeah. I am fine here. May I ask you a favour?

Mercedes: Yeah sure, Kurt.

Kurt: I just want the details of the apartment you chose for me to stay in New York

Mercedes: I found it through a website and moved further through a friend. I gave you the contact details of Lizzie.

Kurt: Yes, I did get it. But I think something is going wrong.

Mercedes: Why is it mate?

Kurt: Umm...nothing. J-just I need the information. Could you please?

Mercedes: Sure I will do it for you. Anything else?

Kurt: No. Take care, Mercedes. I miss you

Mercedes: I miss you too Kurt. But-

Kurt cut the call before she speaks another word. Kurt didn't expect his stay in New York to be a sweet tragedy. It was weird for him to feel Blaine as his comfort person even though he didn't know him. Kurt had been trying to cope in his life after a tragic loss that shook his whole life and his body. He started to use designing clothes and modeling as his escape mechanism and his comfort work. Kurt had strived ever since that incident to move forward and re-shape his life.

Kurt opened his laptop to check his schedule for the competition and he had 3 days for the competition to start. He was grateful for having some stocks of biscuits and water bottles to survive his lockdown in his room. His mind is designed in such a way that it couldn't stand being lazy. He started to make corrections and make his presentation perfect for the upcoming competition.

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Blaine didn't know what to do. He tried calling people he knew to ask suggestions. He didn't really have a choice, to be honest. He had to arrange for the money to take any alternative decisions. His parents were really taking their sweet time to aid him financially as it was still a little hard for them to believe he was gay. Blaine rolled his eyes as he finished banging at the unanswered door and crashed into the couch. He needed the energy to prepare for the next round and he couldn't be using his energy on trashy things. He tried to throw Kurt out of his mind but he came returning back to his mind with the charm, jaw-dropping beauty, his voice like a ball bounced from the wall.

Sure Blaine nearly hated him for his diva behavior, but he couldn't hate him completely.

He pulled out his wallet, his phone and moved out with a sigh, hoping to get some peace in the outside world. He walked to the nearby McDonald's to have something and to end his unintentional fasting. A news channel was echoing the news out filling the eating place, making some people stand and give that their time and some walking hastily for their work. Blaine grabbed a grilled pork burger, a mustard sauce bottle, a blueberry smoothie bottle, and a cold tutti-fruity sundae. He let the burger melt into the mouth and nurse his hunger as his attention turned to the news talking about the same virus that was making everybody's life difficult.

"Fantastic! Now, this virus got to ruin my career again," Blaine mumbled under his breath. Fear started to throw its seeds into Blaine's hope-filled heart as he heard the symptoms. This could affect his singing, this could affect his budding career. Thoughts rushed into his mind, finding some ways and plans to take care of himself. He couldn't take it as easy as others. He didn't know if it was a flu that would fly within days or an uninvited guest that would conquer everyone's life.

Blaine walked to the apartment with his hands in his pockets, kicking pebbles, starting to feel like losing himself again to his past- self. He walked as fast as he could and grabbed his previous stay place's document to see its status in the market and planned about moving the few things he owned. Kurt didn't seem to come out yet and he stopped bothering about him.

The works made his return to the apartment around 9 at night. He started to bother about the other soul staying in the apartment. He stopped at a take-away shop to order food for himself. He thought of Kurt but dropped his plan. He didn't how the boy would react or how what kind of food he liked to eat. He picked his take- away and reached his apartment in a tired not exhausted yet state. He put up his buffet on the dining table, unintentionally making Kurt's mouth water from the inside. Blaine started to take his food, rolling his tongue over the bite as he enjoyed the silence prevailing in the apartment.

Kurt was really hungry but his headstrong mind didn't let him go out. He didn't want to be embarrassed. He pulled one of his suitcases and drew his eatables to the bed. He picked up a packet of biscuits and a bottle of water to break the seals. The Biscuits were tasting like a plane cement tile when compared to the food outside, but he kept munching them.

Blaine had completed his heart-filled meal outside and Kurt has completed his bland cookies from inside. He had slept too much from the previous night and it was in a way helping him to cope with the time lag. He drifted to his bed, pulling the soft blanket over him when he heard a piece of music from outside. He wasn't from a recording or from the damn TV that was hanging on the wall. It was a live concert on the screen from the airport.

Blaine's cure to loneliness, his invisible urge to fall in love with somebody whom he would love and cherish and be loved and for a buffet of every other emotion is a song of his own words. Songs would come and go every day, jumbling and tuning themselves to Blaine's perfect voice and that night was no different.

Blaine heard a few loud whimpers hitting his ears in the middle of the song. But he was sure he was hallucinating. He wished he was hallucinating.

And he wasn't hallucinating. The whimpers were real and they were from the same house behind a closed door. Kurt stepped out of the bed as he heard the song driving him. He slid his hand on the wooden door and sat on the cold floor, hitting the intersection of the locked door and the floor with a thump. He was trying to keep his cool and his mean face behind the door at the start. He tested himself to see how strong he was in coping with his past loss. But the song from the one outside is killing him from the inside. His voice was so precious and soothing but deep enough to dig the well of tears.

Swaying room as the music starts

Strangers making the most of the dark

Two by two their bodies become one

Incidents struck him like a truck. Kurt felt shivers down his spine. The first time they sighed at each other; the connection they had as strangers; the prom dance where they held each other dancing in a dark corner away from the judgemental world until the moment they were treated with a bucket of slimy juice pulp on their head; the soft and slow touch they had during their first time: Kurt felt so vulnerable and painful.

These lines got Kurt's attention more than anything. He dragged himself down to the cold, tiled floor, placing his hand on the door and closing his eyes. These lyrics had passed through him a hundred times, but that one time was the time when they struck a red hot iron rod in his brain.

I see you through the smokey air

Can't you feel the weight of my stare

You're so close but still a world away

What I'm dying to say, is that

He wanted to say it. Say it in his ears and kiss the dream of his past, holding his hand-tied in chains and pleading not to leave him. Look into his love's eyes and radiate that he was crazy for him.

I'm crazy for you

Touch me once and you'll know it's true

I never wanted anyone like this

It's all brand new

You'll feel it in my kiss

I'm crazy for you, crazy for you

Trying hard to control my heart

I walk over to where you are

Eye to eye we need no words at all

Slowly now we begin to move

Every breath I'm deeper into you

Soon we two are standing still in time

If you read my mind, you'll see

Kurt couldn't bear the sudden hit of flashback. He wished he could have seen him, would have fallen in love with him when he was a kid if he had known that he would be losing him to a tragic spell. It took his soul away, his love away. Kurt took heavy breaths as he felt his presence around him. He was consuming every juice of his soul from the air as he listen to Blaine singing.

I'm crazy for you

Touch me once and you'll know it's true

I never wanted anyone like this

It's all brand new

You'll feel it in my kiss

You'll feel it in my kiss

I'm crazy for you

Crazy for you

Crazy for you

Crazy for you

It's all brand new, I'm crazy for you

And you know it's true

I'm crazy, crazy for you

It's all brand new, I'm crazy for you

And you know it's true

Yeah, I'm crazy for you

Crazy for you, baby

Blaine kept singing and Kurt kept listening and sticking his ear on the door till the voice just became a whisper to total silence. Kurt was holding his collar together, pulling them and sobbing silently with the sound running in his head like flash news. Not so long took him to fall into slumber, drifting into his dreamworld with his loss.

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-The alarm went off from Kurt's phone, waking him startled. His head was spinning and it took some time to make it stop. It was when he realized that he drifted to sleep on the barren floor. His drool was the proof for that. He got on his feet quickly, wiped the drool with some wipes, and collected his clothes for the day ahead. He unlocked the door and stepped into the bathroom when he realized that he hit a lump of skin. He didn't realize it was a two-way door bathroom until then. The lump of skin was full naked Blaine was about to shower. Kurt's instinct didn't fail him.

Blaine was wearing his boxers, so he was not fully naked. But he was naked enough for Kurt to panic. The next thing Blaine heard was a sharp shrill scream prickling Blaine's ear and the next thing he saw was the dreaded Kurt running out of the bathroom. Blaine tried to get hold of the scared, cold wrist but he slipped by a nano-second. He heard the door shutting and a loud panting behind the door

. Blaine was getting annoyed minute by minute. All he wanted was to live in his apartment in peace and this was what he got: An annoying yet adorable boy from London.

Kurt's ears were almost fixed on the bathroom door and the bedroom door and it was honestly hard for him to manage them along with his work. He found the durations in which Blaine wasn't using the bathroom and Kurt grabbed the opportunity to finish his business. Kurt was feeling haunted, scared, and almost claustrophobic. Kurt was getting startled now and then by the noises of moving furniture and working people talking. Kurt was determined not to open the door and sacrifice his bed.

Two important calls came for Kurt.

Mercedes did her job and she was disappointed and hurt to find that the contact details were removed, Adam Allen cheated Kurt and she was one of the reasons for Kurt to get stuck up in New York. Kurt assured her that it wasn't her fault. He asked her for another favor of helping him in applying for the extended visa period, just in case.

And the second one was from Burt Hummel. Kurt's face lit up as the screen lit up showing the name of this sweet unexpected caller.

Kurt: H-hello? Dad?

Burt didn't answer. Or didn't hear him. He checked for the signal and it was alright.

Kurt: Dad? I am so sorry. I shouldn't have left you and -

Burt: How are you?

Kurt: I am fine, papa. How are you?

Burt: I am fine except for the fact that I am missing you.

Kurt: I miss you too papa. So what made you make a call?

Burt: Just to check on you. You know It is very difficult to be separated from your sweet little boy sometimes.

Kurt: Yes, I know papa.

Burt: So any progress?

Kurt: My first round is the day after tomorrow. I will be updating you on my moves papa.

Burt: Good to know.

(Pause)

Is everything Ok?

Kurt: Y-yes. It's fine here.

Burt: I may not be knowing many things about your situation. But I am not stupid. What happened?

Kurt: I- I...tragedy papa, tragedy.

Burt: What tragedy?

Kurt recited the whole story to his dad between whimpers. He poured a bowl of his emotions right from taunted, angry, scared, lonely, and all other piles.

Kurt: I don't know what to do, papa. I don't have anybody here.

Burt: Listen up Kurt. Did you find anything about that lady?

Kurt: I suspect that she is a fraud and a culprit.

Burt: Do you have any other options?

Kurt: I thought of hotels but I am saving up my money.

Burt: Alright mate.

Kurt: I am managing up here. And please don't try coming here, dad. The doctor has prescribed you not to fly.

Burt: Fine. It's your wish. And what about the other person in the apartment?

Kurt: We are on rival terms with each other.

Burt: Did he hurt you?

Kurt: No.

Burt: What did he do?

Kurt: He is annoying me too much dad. With his mouth and deeds.

Burt: Did you discuss this with him?

Kurt: That he is annoying me? no.

Burt: Kurt. I can clearly see some misunderstanding there. You need to talk to convey your feelings. He is in the same situation as you, Kurt. He would be scared certainly. Talking is a key to understanding. Take your time to think about it and talk to him. Unfortunately, he is the only one who can help.

Kurt: I will think about it, papa. I love you.

Burt: Take care.

Kurt knew that his dad was right. He couldn't be dragging this rival all through the day. Blaine should be scared just like him and the only way to solve the rival: Talking.

Authors note:

There is my third chapter! The song used is "Crazy For You" by Madonna. I hope you guys are enjoying the story along with me. Reviews and likes, follows are welcomed with open hands!