As Brittany was signaling for a taxi Kurt took her hands. "His place is pretty close, by the way the weather is asking for a walk." he seemed happy. Since he started to date Blaine he always preferred to walk, appreciate the sky, cook meals. Definitely a healthy relationship.

They turned a corner. She recognised the street. Her waiting street. They were getting close to a revolving door. She recognised the doorman. And he recognised her.

The doorman greeted Kurt "Good morning, Mr. Hummel!" and tipped his hat. "Miss, I don't know what you want but you can't just walk in. You need permission to go upstairs." he spoke calmly now directing to her.

"I have permission. I'm with him." she pointed to Kurt already inside the building "We are going to Blaine's apartment."

"Do you think I'll believe in it?" he blocked her way. "I saw you standing across the street the last two days. You can back down by yourself or with the help of the security."

"I swear it's true! Kurt? Kurt, help me!" apparently he didn't notice the inconvenience turning around to face a shouting Brittany.

"What's wrong?" he asked the doorman.

"This girl keeps coming here for two days now observing the movement of the building. I thought she was waiting for someone but no one showed up."

"I'm sorry, but you must have mistaken her with some other tall blonde. Come on Britt, Blaine's waiting!" grabbing her arm she was able to dodge the doorman and get in earning a glare from him.

When they reached the elevator Kurt gushed in a high pitched tone "That's her building? What a coincidence. I think fate is working on something! Maybe Blaine knows her. Or we could simply knock on everyone's door looking for your girl. Oh... they might call the police. And we'd be on the news, 'Crazy knockers around town'. She would watch it, think you're stalker, change her name, address. That won't work."

Brittany couldn't get any of the words after fate. While you live your daily life you decide whether taking the subway or a taxi. You can pick a place to eat or don't eat at all. Even decide which streets you're going to turn. And like that you don't think in fate. You control your own life. But there it was. On her decision to take a break, to choose that bench, to offer a napkin. She couldn't let that girl go.

The elevator opened the door and an eager guy was waiting. "Kurt, you took your time..." they gave a peck. "And you must be Brittany. I'm glad to meet you." he embraced Brittany on a hug.

"Sorry, it wasn't Kurt's fault. He showed up at my door and I wasn't ready." she omitted the fact she forgot the lunch.

"It doesn't matter. Come on in, lunch is almost done." his place was very tidy with big windows, furniture disposed like on the magazines, expensive looking pictures, books and flowers.

"Your place is beautiful. I loved the flowers!" lilies, orchids, roses, some she didn't know the name. All white hanging on vases like a sculpture. She loved flowers but they'd fade as soon as she put them on a vase, so she only had a cactus on her place. And it was dying. Or she supposed it was.

"Thank you. I asked for the flowers two days ago. They completely change the ambient." Blaine said as he took out of the stove a roasted salmon and potatoes. Brittany usually had sandwiches or pizza for lunch. Maybe people who lived on magazine's alike apartments opted for healthier stuff and prettier stuff. "Let's eat."

The three of them sat on the table and Blaine served salmon and white wine. "So, Brittany tell me about your life. Kurt already told me that you both were on glee club during high school and that you work as a illustrator. I would love to see some of your work." he didn't look like he was just asking, he truly waited her answer.

"I don't think the books I illustrate are adequate for your age... But I can show you. Hmm, I have a dog. His name's Prince. Prince McRain."

"Oh, you should meet him. He's the fluffiest dog you'll ever see." Kurt interrupted.

"I love dogs! Are you dating anyone, Brittany?" and that's his second question. He could have asked about her hobbies, favourite colour, even though she didn't have one, it would be hard to choose just one. And mean.

"No." but Kurt had a better answer.

"That reminds me of a question, Blaine. Do you know any Santana who lives in the building? Britt is obsessed with her. The doorman didn't want to let her in because she keeps staring at the door waiting for her to show up!" Thanks, Kurt! Blaine laughed.

"So you are the girl that James was talking about? I can't believe it. He said that next time you show up he's going to call the security." he said.

"I didn't mean to scare anybody." she mumbled.

"Don't worry Brittany. James is just really focused on his job. He knows everyone's name and face. He already know that Kurt is my boyfriend and that he's on Broadway" his laugh finally ceased. "I don't know any Santana living here." he said thoughtfully "But I do know a Santana. She's the florist that brings the flowers. Her shop is three streets up, I think I have a card." getting up he picked his agenda and grabbed a card giving it to Brittany.

"Thanks!" her eyes drank the elegance of the card. Simple with a small hibiscus drawn. In purple lines ending on a long stalk involving the black numbers. Brittany smiled.

Hibiscus Flower Shop. A number and an address. Here it was again. She insisted for Kurt to meet Blaine. Blaine decided to ask her if she was dating. Kurt answered with another question. And there was a card. It might not even be that Santana, but everything indicated it was. Well, fate indicated.

The rest of lunch took ages to pass. She couldn't wait to get out of the apartment, run three streets up and meet Santana. But she wasn't rude.

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