The first time Kurt saw Blaine Anderson, he was spying on the bulletin boards. He, like every other Apple, was worried about how many freshmen they could pull this semester. With a majority of the current Adam's Apples being seniors, they needed to fill those spots with freshmen. Better to round them up this year so they'll already have a year of acapella under their belts.

He's just standing there reading all the flyers. Kurt's trying to look busy with his phone to not draw attention. But he can't help but access this man.

Firstly, Kurt doesn't recognize him so he assumes this is a freshman, exactly the demographic their flyers are trying to bring in. The second thing that makes this man stand out among the others Kurt's observed thus far is how nicely dressed he is. It is the first day of school so one would think a little effort would be put in but some boys their age won't even put on a stain-free shirt to come to school. Luckily, most NYADA students care about their appearances, this freshman is no exception.

He's wearing tightly fitted, dark green, capri pants and a crisp, white, collared polo.

Then his hand is reaching up to the green flyer Kurt designed.

He takes it.

YES!

Kurt tries to collect himself when he walks over to the boards. Don't scare him away is his new mantra.

"The Apples?" He asks.

The freshman was shy at first probably because he didn't expect to be approached. Before he answers Kurt, he does manage to meet his eyes.

Well, Kurt thought, if he sings as well as he looks the Apples could make Nationals.

In the past, Kurt would've berated himself for checking out guys while being in a relationship but he's becoming less sure about Adam lately. His boyfriend is becoming a bit pushy about things like this. But Kurt isn't about to stop doing it. If Adam really trusted him, he could see all of this was harmless.

The guy was gorgeous, no one should really blame Kurt for staring. His bowtie added a dash of adorableness, which would only draw Kurt in closer if he was single. Which he is decidedly not.

"I love to sing."

Kurt could certainly relate. That's how he got involved with glee clubs in the first place. Hell, that's what got him to New York.

"Me too," he said, "I'll see you at auditions, break a leg."

Only while he was walking away did Kurt curse himself for not catching the man's name.

Before he knew it, they reached the point in the school year—day two—where Rachel was would start harassing him about "getting his name out there" and listing off all the auditions she had lined up. The only way Kurt could hear another word of this was over coffee so he dragged Rachel there before his class. This meant she had exactly 35 minutes to talk at him about it until he inevitably came home for the night and had to share the loft with her. Halfway through the conversation, he notices a finely dressed young man in line.

He's not ashamed to admit the man's best asset drew his attention. Though it wasn't a difficult feat considering Power-Hungry Rachel was his other option.

Thankfully, her time was running out, "Rach, I'll see you at home, I have Tibideaux."

With one last look at the man, Kurt rushes off to class.

When Adam's Apples auditions are up and running, Kurt is fuming. His boyfriend thought the perfect time to discuss their future as a couple was directly before they had to sit on their asses for 3 hours listening to a bunch of freshmen sing their hearts out.

Of course, they fought over it. Kurt was pissed about the timing, Adam thought he was being careless about their future plans because he refused to talk about it.

"I'm refusing to do it publicly when we have obligations!" Kurt had told him.

He had stormed into the empty auditorium at that point, casting aside Adam's idea to move away after graduation for the moment, and sat in the third row. Unable to take a hint, Adam sat beside him.

Kurt was barely able to pay attention to the singers until Blaine. Once again, the man was pleasantly dressed. This time in bright yellow capris and a lovely yellow and blue bowtie. Kurt wondered if he had an affinity for them.

Adam coughed next to him, Kurt reverted his eyes. For the rest of the song, he was trying not to stare because Adam didn't need another reason to blame Kurt for their relationship problems. When Blaine was finished, they clapped, Adam leaned in, "I'm sorry, you're right." In reply, Kurt kissed his cheek.

Knowing a simple kiss could smooth things over for now. They obviously had a lot to discuss.

As school picked up, Kurt mostly forgot about his little soft spot for Blaine until he was pulling a tipsy Adam off of the Lion's Den dance floor Saturday night.

They knew their potential new recruits would be at Callbacks, Kurt wanted none of that. If they were going to celebrate the first week of classes as a couple, he wasn't about to be interrupted by a drunk NYADA student begging to know how their glee audition went. So he was here and apparently so was Blaine.

He almost turned right around wanting to ignore the man. This is the exact situation he was trying to avoid. But Adam pulled him forward, slurring "bar's this way."

Kurt tried to catch his eye from across the bar but instead watched as Blaine slung his drink back and paid his tab. By the time Adam was finished ordering, Blaine was gone.

The fourth time Kurt thought he'd see Blaine never came.

Kurt had posted the Adam's Apples list of new recruits himself. Blaine Anderson was at the top. Alphabetically speaking. Yet, he never showed up to their first rehearsal. Everyone else had come. It was difficult to listen to Adam's introductory speech when he kept waiting for Blaine to walk through the auditorium doors.

He never did. Did Tuesdays at 7 not work for his schedule?

They sat in a circle on stage playing ice breakers, learning each other's names and special interests in regards to their studies at NYADA.

When rehearsal ends, Adam tapped his shoulder, "you seem distracted, what's up?"

Kurt remembers what Drunk Adam told him on Saturday and lies, "nothing, I'm fine. Just something Rachel said."

"Well," Adam helped him up, "don't worry too much about her. Before you know it, you and I will be taking on the West End."

He smiles until Adam turns away.

When Adam had first said they should move, Kurt thought he meant out of the heart of the city. Which was something he could understand. If Kurt's dreams of starting a family someday were to be met, he saw the appeal of a move. It never crossed his mind that Adam meant to move across the ocean.

When they first started talking, Kurt loved the allure of an older man. Being a freshman at the time, Kurt had been desperate to fit in in ways he never could at McKinley. So when Adam took him under his wing, showed him the ropes of NYADA and New York, it was only a matter of time before Kurt had a crush on him. Initially, Adam was too busy for a relationship, he had told Kurt as much so Kurt keep the crush to himself...and Rachel.

When NYADA's spring formal rolled around, Kurt was already planning on going with his roommate. Rachel had been trying him to match in a terrible shade of pink. It didn't go well with either of their complexions. The text came in mid-argument about their outfits.

Adam: wanna go to formal?

Kurt dropped his phone. Luckily, he was sitting on the couch and it fell onto the cushion. Rachel, of course, knew something was wrong because Kurt paused in the middle of yelling at her about the tackiness of matching when they could complement each other instead.

"What's up?" she asked, leaning in to glance at his phone, "it's not your dad, right?"

"No, no, no," Kurt assured her, tilting his screen so she could read the message.

"OH!" she squealed, jumping up. "Tell him yes!"

"He probably isn't asking me, just wants to know if I'll be there."

Rachel rolled her eyes, "don't stupid, Kurt."

Ignoring her, Kurt texted back and slumped down.

Kurt: Rachel and I are going to go together, yes

Instantly, another text came in.

Adam: Would Rachel be upset if I took you instead?

Rachel was biting her lip excitedly. Practically dancing as she sat on the couch next to him.

Kurt: I think she'd be delighted. As would I.

The two of them did some jumping up and down together before Kurt settled back onto the couch, holding his phone to his chest.

"Guess that means I can wear pink if I want to," Rachel said before disappearing into her bedroom.

But that was then. It had been a long time since Kurt felt butterflies in his stomach when he thought about Adam. He never thought they'd completely disappear but these last few months he felt stagnant. When he expressed these concerns to his boyfriend, Adam's solution was, once again, to move across the pond.

Like that would solve their issues.

That wasn't what Kurt had meant by stagnant but Adam kept going on and on about how New York may be the city that never sleeps but he couldn't wait to get back to the excitement of London.

Kurt could never see himself moving so far away from his dad or his friends. New York had become his home these last three years. Maybe Adam always dreamed of going back to the UK but he had never told Kurt that explicitly until the start of this semester. Dating for 2 years and it never came up.

By the time they were having their fifth fight about this, Kurt knew they were going to have to break up. It was just a matter of when.

The actual fourth time Kurt saw Blaine Anderson was two weeks before Thanksgiving break.

He was sitting in a corner of the library. Sheets of music spread across his lap. Titling his head so a single black curl dangled in his face. Blaine keeps blowing the curl away to no avail. It took everything in Kurt to not laugh.

Adorable.

Kurt wasn't really here to study. He finished up his assignments for the weekend. There was a major test next week for one of Rachel's classes. She was in a study group and forgot her yellow notebook so Kurt offered to bring it to her.

Wasn't it just his luck that Blaine Anderson was here? Right in his line of sight. The universe must be having fun with him tonight. He was about to go home to an empty apartment and write a breakup speech for Adam.

Kurt had plans to talk with his dad over Thanksgiving break—Burt insisted on planning for his flight. He just needed someone, not Rachel, to tell him it was the right choice. For so long, Adam, being his first boyfriend, made Kurt feel like he owed it to Adam to continue this. Kurt had just reached the end of his rope.

He did end up talking to his dad about everything other than the impending breakup. In fact, Kurt couldn't seem to get Blaine's name out of his mouth.

"We had this really talented singer come in for auditions, dad," Kurt said. "Blaine Anderson, he's a freshman."

"Oh yeah?"

This was the second time Kurt had brought this up.

"He's going to do big things someday."

By the fourth time, Blaine's name was mentioned, which was a lot of times for a man Kurt had only spoken to once, Burt had something to say about it.

"You gonna ask him out, bud, or just keep talking to me?"

Kurt paused, blushed, and stumbled out a "no."

"No what? You won't ask him or he won't go out with you."

"Dad," Kurt said, "both of those imply, I do ask him out."

"Well, you should." Burt shrugged. "You clearly like him."

His dad did always know how to read him. This wasn't the time to remind Burt of his boyfriend. Of whom, Burt was indifferent. Dating for years and Adam couldn't seem to break down Burt's overprotective walls.

Now that Kurt was alone in their apartment thinking of those conversations. All of them. Every single time he had asked Burt about Adam or called his dad after a ridiculous fight. How many of those conversations contain happy stories?

Kurt and Adam had loads of good times but none that he ever shared with his dad, no memories that become inside jokes, nothing like that.

It was the Monday after Thanksgiving, Rachel was in class, Adam's professor had let them out earlier, and Kurt had an empty apartment.

Kurt: let's get coffee

Adam: Be there in ten

When Kurt came back, he was a single man in New York once again.

The fifth time, Kurt saw Blaine Anderson was on purpose. He meant to run into him in the NYADA auditorium. Kurt had asked around and found out Blaine had joined a different glee club. Amy said they rehearsed on Wednesdays and Blaine was always there a half-hour earlier to warm-up alone.

Sure enough, Blaine was center stage pacing in a circle doing one of Rachel's favorite scales. Kurt is creeping in from one of the back entrances. Slowly, he makes his way up to the stage unsure if he wants Blaine to notice him or not.

Eventually, he reaches a moment when he has to say something. About fifteen feet from the stage, Kurt speaks up, "you're very talented, you know?"

Blaine looks down at him, a quick smile, and blushes, "thanks."

"We were sad to not see you at rehearsals but The Singsations benefit greatly."

"Yeah, I felt bad about it…" he said, rubbing the back of his neck, "but it just wasn't going to work."

"Well," Kurt replied, "acapella isn't for everyone."

"Funny enough, it wasn't the acapella part."

At that, Kurt's not sure what to say. He wants to ask what the problem was then.

"Sorry, did you just come here to ask why I didn't join the Apples?" Blaine asked.

"Um no, Amy said you warm up here before rehearsals." Which was Kurt's way of stalling. "I…"

This is exactly why Kurt hadn't had a boyfriend before Adam: he was too nervous to make the first move.

Blaine is sitting on the edge of the stage now so they're almost level. Kurt could just push his legs apart, stand between them, and kiss him. That's all he wants to do.

"I've seen you around campus a lot." Four times.

"Me too," Blaine said, which has Kurt smirking slightly. So he did notice him too. Then Blaine continues and knocks that smirk right off his face, "how's your boyfriend?"

Well, Kurt should've expected that blow. His and Adam's relationship was pretty well-known. In just two weeks since the breakup, Kurt's surprised more people aren't gossiping about it.

Honesty is the best policy, right?

"We broke up."

"Oh," Blaine replied, "I'm sorry to hear that."

"Are you?" Kurt asked, "because I'm not sorry at all. I should've done it sooner. We weren't meant to be together as long as we were."

"You broke up with him?" Blaine asked, confused. "But you seemed so in love."

"A year ago, I would've agreed with you but one too many problems later it was never going to work," Kurt told him, "but that's not why I'm here either."

"So, why are you here? I was pretty sure you didn't know I existed."

"I definitely do," Kurt said, "and now it's my turn to ask if you're single."

Blaine blushed again, "Not sure that's what I meant earlier."

"It's what I meant."

"I'm not seeing anyone right now, I've been pining after this upperclassman who was with someone."

"Oh yeah?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah."

Kurt took a step closer and placed his palms on Blaine's knees.

"Well, I think he likes you too."

Then, he pushes his legs open with no resistance from Blaine. It isn't Kurt who leans in first though.