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Blaine bit his lip as he turned his phone in his hands. He had arrived early after practicing his new songs, and the CD signing wasn't going to start in the next fifteen minutes. It meant the same thing he had done in the past few weeks: texting with Kurt.

Kurt and he had become friends shortly after their first meeting in that club. He texted and called him several times a day, literally in every minute he had free. Kurt helped him get through the hard moments of his days. The boy was always so positive, he made Blaine smile with every reassuring word he sent him. Kurt was always kind and happy, something Blaine couldn't tell about his other 'friends', if he could call them friends at all. The weird relationship he had with Sebastian only worked if Sebastian wanted something from him, but when Blaine needed the boy, he disappeared without trace. And there was Tina, of course... Well, Tina told him that she was his friend but she didn't really know Blaine and didn't care about him, unless it was about business and money.

Blaine leaned his head back against the comfortable couch he was sitting on and closed his eyes. Now that he thought about it, he realised that his only friend was Kurt. It was so depressing. When he had been younger, just a nameless student back in Ohio, he had dreamt about getting famous a lot. He had imagined having parties with lot of people and he had believed that he would never be alone.

God, he was so wrong. He was still young but he became famous – and he was lonelier than ever. So many people wanted to live his careless looking life but they didn't know what being the famous Blaine Anderson truly meant. People only wanted to get to know him because they wanted something from him, they wanted to get into his shows and make money from him somehow. And Blaine... well, he wasn't just lonely, he felt like a prisoner who couldn't trust anyone and couldn't go whenever he wanted. He wasn't free at all.

The only times when he felt really free were when he sneaked out of his apartment to meet Kurt. Luckily, the boy was available almost every time Blaine needed him and he introduced Blaine a world he hadn't known before. Kurt showed him his favourite parts of the city, they had coffee in small places that were cheap but had the most amazing drinks, and Kurt brought him to clubs where nobody recognized Blaine.

There was only one problem with his friendship with Kurt: the boy had no idea who Blaine really was. Blaine was always dressed in those ridiculous clothes and wore glasses, he gelled down his hair and 'forgot' to tell about himself on purpose. When Kurt asked something personal, Blaine changed topic to avoid awkward questions. He knew that he had to tell Kurt everything, it wasn't fair that he knew almost everything about the boy but Kurt knew nothing about Blaine.

Blaine's phone finally beeped and he looked down to read the message.

From Kurt: I'm sorry you have a bad day. Meet me tonight?

Blaine smiled at the short message. Of course he wanted to meet Kurt. He would gladly leave in the instant to go to the boy but unfortunately, he couldn't.

To Kurt: Absolutely. The usual place?

There was a club named Callbacks Kurt loved very much. It was always full of NYADA students and since Kurt was one of them, he often visited that club. Blaine loved it, too. There were a lot karaoke nights and even if Blaine didn't dare try himself out, afraid of being recognized, he loved listening to the others, especially Kurt whose voice was special.

From Kurt: Yeah. Meet me at 7.

Blaine smiled and nodded to himself.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Blaine jumped and almost dropped his phone as Tina stormed inside the room.

"Tina! Can't you knock or something?" Blaine asked and hid his phone into his pocket quickly.

"You have two minutes to get ready" Tina said, avoiding Blaine's question. "Were you playing with that stupid game again?"

"Yes" Blaine lied smoothly.

Tina rolled her eyes and grabbed Blaine's hand, pulling him up to his feet.

"This is what you're wearing?" she asked.

Blaine looked down at his clothes. There was nothing extraordinary in them, he was wearing dark jeans with a black shirt and leader jacket.

"Yes?" Blaine said uncertainly.

Tina shook her head but said nothing. She grabbed a bottle of water from the table and handed it to Blaine.

"Drink it. You won't have a break in the next two hours" she said.

Blaine grabbed the bottle and drank from it, trying to hide his grimance. He hated it when Tina handled him like a child, she wasn't his mother after all. Blaine was an adult man, he didn't need Tina to control every motion he made.

"Happy?" Blaine groaned and walked through Tina. It was time to work.

~ o ~

No matter how quickly he tried to get ready, Blaine was late. After the signing, he rushed home, had a quick shower and dressed up but making his hair took him longer than usually. His hand hurt like hell, he had signed hundreds of albums and couldn't hold his hand still as he applied the hair gel onto his curls. When he was finally done, he checked his phone and cursed quietly when he saw that it was almost 7. He practically ran out of his apartment but he had to go back because he forgot his glasses. He had to go back a second time, too, because he forgot his wallet as well, and it meant he was at least half an hour late. He sent Kurt a short text to let him know he was on his way and decided to take a cab to be as fast as possible.

"I'm so sorry" Blaine said when he finally arrived, panting heavily and sweating. "I... It was a crazy day."

"I can tell" Kurt smiled. "Relax, it's fine."

"I just..."

"Blaine, you did nothing wrong. I do it all the time" Kurt said.

"I'm sorry. I guess it comes with my job" Blane said. "Do you want something to drink?"

"Oh, I thought we could go somewhere else this time" Kurt answered. "I haven't had dinner, so if you would like to..."

"Absolutely!" Blaine replied excitedly.

"Let's go then" Kurt smiled and took Blaine's hand.

They held each others' hands as they walked down the dark streets of the city. It was strange at first but Blaine didn't mind at all. Kurt's hand was so warm and it felt so right. It was the first time in his life that Blaine tried it with a boy and to his surprise, he wasn't scared of his action. It wasn't like people cared about them, sometimes they looked at the boys briefly but Blaine couldn't see disgust or anything disturbing in their eyes. Maybe it wasn't that scandalous as Blaine thought. They were in New York after all, it wasn't Ohio.

"We're here" Kurt said and led Blaine to the door of a small restaurant.

It was a nice place, Blaine loved it from the second they stepped inside. It was really small, smaller than the places he usually visited, but it was quiet and peaceful. It felt like home.

"I love this place" Kurt said. "Best restaurant of the city. The owner and his family came from Italy and they make the best pasta in the city."

"Sounds good" Blaine said.

The waitress, the youngest daughter of the place's owner, led them to a free table and handed them the menu. Then she left them alone for a few minutes, so they could decide what they wanted to eat. As Blaine looked through the menu, he had to agree with Kurt. Just from the names and the pictures of the dishes, he could tell that this place was great. He decided to eat pasta with tomato sauce and shrimp and ordered them a bottle of red wine that made Kurt look at him in surprise.

Blaine just shrugged.

"It goes well with pasta" he explained.

"I hope you don't want me drunk so you can take advantage of me, Blaine" Kurt winked.

"Me? Never" Blaine gasped dramatically.

The waitress came back with their wine and two glasses, but then she left them again. Blaine handed Kurt a glass of wine and raised his own glass into the air.

"To our friendship" Blaine said.

"To our friendship" Kurt nodded.

"So what do you think?" Blaine asked when Kurt took a small sip of his drink.

"I think you have a good taste" Kurt answered.

"I knew you would like it" Blaine smiled.

"At least now I know something about you" Kurt said. "I was getting worried because you don't tell me anything."

Blaine felt his cheeks heating up and he took a sip of his drink to calm his nerves.

"I like being mysterious" Blaine said in the end.

"Oh, you certainly are" Kurt nodded. "I hope you aren't a secret agent or something."

"What? No, of course not" Blaine laughed.

"What do you do then?" Kurt asked.

Tell him. He looked at Kurt, trying to find out what the boy would think about him. Kurt didn't look like someone who liked his music, so maybe he would think that Blaine was just a nameless musician. But what if he wouldn't?

Blaine knew very well why he was so afraid of telling Kurt the truth. Kurt was the only person in his life who saw the real Blaine and not the celebrity. Kurt cared about him, he didn't want to become famous through Blaine, he didn't try to use him to get into the news. But how could he have an honest relationship with Kurt if the boy didn't know who he really was?

Blaine was saved from answering as the waitress came back with their food. Luckily, Kurt didn't ask more questions, they started eating and talked about food. It was the most delicious Italian food Blaine had ever tasted, although he had been to Italy several times and he had tried the most expensive restaurants of the world. But there was something special in this food most restaurants couldn't put into their meals. It reminded him on his home, on his childhood, when his grandmother had been still alive and had cooked him every day when Blaine had gotten home from school.

"Delicious, right?" Kurt asked as Blaine made the food disappear from his plate in record time.

"Amazing" Blaine answered.

Kurt kept his eyes on him an his smile grew wider with every passed second.

"What?" Blaine asked.

"Nothing. Just... God, you eat exactly like my stepbrother" Kurt laughed.

"Is it a good or a bad thing?" Blaine smiled.

"Oh, it's certainly good" Kurt said.

"Boys usually have a big appetite" Blaine said.

"Believe me, I know" Kurt said, thinking about the amount of food Finn could eat just for one meal.

When they finished their dinner, they turned back to the rest of the wine. Blaine refilled their glasses several times and they emptied the bottle in no time. They were in a good mood, both of their faces were red and they laughed a lot. Kurt told Blaine stories about his family and his friends, awkward happenings from high school, like a certain party at his best friend's house where they had all ended up drunk.

"Okay, it's your turn" Kurt said.

"Uhm, what?" Blaine asked in confusion.

"I told you my most embarrassing moments of my life, it's only fair if you share your stories with me" Kurt explained.

"I don't get drunk" Blaine said.

"And you expect me to believe that?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"I was a prep school student, I didn't do anything stupid" Blaine said. It wasn't true, of course. The Warblers had had several parties and they had done stupid things all the time.

"Why are you so afraid of telling me about you?" Kurt asked.

"I'm not" Blaine said, looking away.

"I think you have something to hide" Kurt said. "But you don't have to be afraid of me. I don't judge people."

"In that case, I think you deserve a drunken story" Blaine smiled.

He was about to tell Kurt a story from high school when the waitress stepped to them with the check Blaine had asked for minutes earlier. Kurt reached for it but Blaine grabbed it before Kurt could.

"My turn" Blaine said.

"No, I can't accept that" Kurt said.

"You can and you will" Blaine said and took out the money from his wallet.

"You're unbelievable" Kurt shook his head.

The girl took the money but stayed there, watching Blaine in interest.

"Is everything alright?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah, just... You know, you remind me on someone" the girl said quietly. "You look exactly like the singer Blaine Anderson."

Blaine turned scarlet in no time and was so grateful that the girl didn't ask any questions. Kurt, on the other hand, looked at him cautiously.

"What a coincidence" Blaine laughed awkwardly. He knew that it was the perfect moment to tell Kurt the truth but for some reason, he couldn't.

Luckily, Kurt didn't ask him about it that night but there was something wrong between them. Kurt was so quiet on their way back, he seemed like being lost in his thoughts. They said goodbye soon and Blaine decided to walk home to have some fresh air on the way.

Kurt, however, went home as fast as he could. The effect of the alcohol had gone away the moment the waitress had said that thing about Blaine Anderson. When he had heard that name, it had become clear that Blaine – his friend Blaine – was the singer they had been talking about. Kurt had no idea why he hadn't asked Blaine about it. He trusted Blaine, even if he barely knew him but... but there was that horrible thought that kept bothering him. Until that night, he had thought that maybe there had been something more than friendship between them. Blaine had seemed to be interested in him and for some reason, Kurt had thought that he was gay. But if Blaine was really who he thought he was, it couldn't be true. Blaine Anderson was straight and even worse, he had that bad habit of dating different girls every week. He seemed absolutely not somebody Kurt would like to be friends with.

He walked into the apartment and quietly made his way to his room. His roommates were surely asleep, he didn't want to wake them. Kurt turned on his computer but as he waited, he went through his magazines he kept on his nightstand. He had read an article about Blaine a few days ago, there was a picture of him in that magazine... Oh, yes. That was it.

Kurt found the right page in no time and raised it higher to his eyes. At the first sight, he shook his head and laughed in relief. Blaine Anderson was a typical badboy with long curls, leader clothes and cocky expression that made so many people, girls and boys as well, fall for him. Kurt always told himself that he hated this type of men but if he was honest with himself, it wasn't true. Blaine Anderson looked like someone Kurt could fall for.

But then he looked at his face from close and dropped the magazine when he looked at Blaine's eyes. The same hazel color his friend had. It was the moment that Kurt jumped up from the ground and sat down in front of his laptop. He opened a window and started searching for pictures about Blaine Anderson. It wasn't hard, Blaine seemed to like the paparazzi take photos of him and there were dozens of public events Blaine had attended to. Kurt saved a picture of him and zoomed on his face. His eyes, his smile, every little detail of his face was the same Kurt knew. There was no mistake, Blaine was really Blaine Anderson.

And Kurt didn't know how to feel about it.

~ o ~

The next morning, Blaine woke up to the beeping of his phone. There was a text message from Kurt waiting for him, telling him to meet him as soon as possible. Blaine let his head roll back onto the pillow and gave himself five more minutes, pretending that everything was alright. But the thoughts of Kurt knowing about him kept disturbing him, no matter what. Because it was true. Blaine knew very well why Kurt wanted to meet him. So he took a deep breath and texted Kurt, telling him to meet him in a coffee shop one hour later.

Blaine forced himself to get out of the bed and start to get ready. He was out of shirts and he had forgotten to tell his housekeeper to take care of his dirty ones. With nothing else to wear, he pulled out his only white shirt from his wardrobe and decided to wear it with his pants from the previous day. He couldn't risk being recognized. The girl from the previous day had noticed who he was, even in those clothes, it would be obvious that he was Blaine Anderson if he stepped out in his usual clothes. He might tell Kurt the truth but it didn't mean he wanted anybody else to know about him. He finally found a way to be free, at least sometimes, he couldn't give it up.

He arrived before Kurt and ordered them their drinks. He knew Kurt's coffee order, he had asked him about it the first time he had met him. Kurt arrived about five minutes later, looking perfectly like always, but he wasn't smiling when he noticed Blaine in the corner. Blaine gulped nervously. It wasn't going to be good.

"Good morning" Kurt said quietly as he sat down across Blaine.

"Hey" Blaine said and pushed Kurt's coffee closer to him. "I... uhm... I guess I know what you want to talk about."

"Really?" Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Look, I wanted to tell you..."

"When?" Kurt asked.

"Well, someday..."

"Why are you doing this? And why do you wear these ridiculous clothes? What's your plan with this?" Kurt asked angrily.

"Look, I know you might be upset..."

"Upset? Damn it, Blaine! I spent the last few weeks trying to figure out who you are and why you don't want me to get to know you and in the end, when I learn the truth, I just become more confused" Kurt said.

"I know I should have told you..."

"That's right. Because it changes everything" Kurt said.

"Oh, no, no, no. You're not a fan of me, right?" Blaine asked in concern. He hoped that Kurt wouldn't jump up and start shouting his name like his fans did.

"Of course not. Your songs are terrible" Kurt answered honestly.

Blaine threw his head back and laughed.

"What's so funny?" Kurt asked in confusion. He expected Blaine to be angry with him because of his taste.

"You're the first person who says it right into my face. It's amazing" Blaine answered.

Kurt was getting worried. There must have been something wrong with Blaine if he was so happy for his honesty.

"Is everything alright with you... I mean... mentally?" Kurt asked slowly.

"I guess so" Blaine said.

Kurt nodded and looked away. If Blaine was perfectly fine and he didn't do this because of his craziness, it might mean what Kurt was afraid of.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked.

"I'm trying to find out why you did this to me" Kurt said quietly. "Was it a bet with your friends? You-you agreed that you would play the nice guy and find a stupid gay kid you could fool?"

"Kurt, what are you talking about?" Blaine asked.

"Oh, come on. I read the news, I know what kind of a man you are. You're always in trouble, you like humiliating people, you practically enjoy if you hurt others" Kurt said.

"I know I do things that are... questionable but I'm not that bad" Blaine said.

"I still don't understand what your plan was. I thought we were friends but..."

"Kurt, I know you think that I'm a terrible person but believe me, everything that happened between us was true" Blaine interrupted. He didn't like the way where their conversation was heading. "I know that I should have told you who I am, I didn't intend to lie to you but... I just... I just wanted to be normal. I wanted to hang out with friends without consequences, I wanted to have fun without being afraid of journalists following me and I wanted to have someone in my life who saw me, the real me, not just a famous singer. I wanted to feel free, nothing more! I don't want to hurt you, Kurt. I like you. You seem nice and I thought... I thought that I could have a real friend for once in my life."

Kurt blinked in surprise. Since he had found out who Blaine was, he believed that he only wanted to play with him. He never thought that Blaine was actually honest with him. But now that he looked at the boy, he knew that Blaine told him the truth. He looked so sad, so vulnerable, Kurt wanted to hug him.

"I understand if you don't want anything from me" Blaine continued quietly. "I lied to you and I'm... I'm really sorry, Kurt."

Kurt smiled and squeezed Blaine's hand. The boy looked up at him in surprise but squeezed Kurt's hand back. Kurt's touch felt so right on his skin.

"You know... It might be crazy since I know almost nothing about you, but you seem like a nice guy, too" Kurt said. "And I don't have too many friends either, so..."

"So you won't hate me if I continue to call and text you?" Blaine smiled.

"Not at all" Kurt said. "Especially if there won't be any one-sided conversations."

"I will tell you everything you want to know, I swear" Blaine said. He felt so relieved that Kurt wasn't angry with him.

"You better" Kurt said. He looked down for a second, seemingly lost in his thoughts, and shook hi head. "Hm... I can't believe I have a famous friend. If I don't get that role in the theater, I will just use you to get what I want."

Blaine frowned because for a second, he thought that Kurt was serious. But as the boy opened his eyes and looked straight at him, Blaine understood that he was just teasing him.

"It was a joke!" Blaine laughed.

"Yeah, I tried... Who would do it anyway?" Kurt smiled.

Blaine sighed. If Kurt knew...

"I would like to stay and talk with you but I have to go to school" Kurt said and with one last squeeze, he let go of Blaine's hand. "Are you free tonight?"

"I have a concert tonight. I would invite you but since you think I write terrible songs..." Blaine looked up and winked.

"They aren't that bad. Only when I try to sleep on Saturday and my roommates can't stop singing them" Kurt replied.

"Oh, I get it" Blaine nodded. "In that case... Would you please join my extended fan base and enjoy my music tonight?"

Blaine got up and grabbed Kurt's hand, pressing a soft kiss onto his knuckles. It might have seemed like it was an overdramatic action but Blaine meant it seriously. It felt so natural. Kurt blushed when Blaine's lips touched his skin and he took a deep breath before he replied.

"Yeah. Yeah. Absolutely."