The next day, Kurt woke up early. He lay awake in his bed fixing the high ceiling like it held all the answers. He felt lucky, in a way. He met Santana, his idol for years, the one and only person he'd like to be some day, besides his father. But then, as he thought about the someday, he realized that it wasn't possible anymore. He shook his head, wanting to forget. He had several missed calls and text messages, but he knew that if he read them, he'd feel immensely guilty and would fly home immediately, thinking what a fooling thing he did. So he ignored the calls and the messages and concentrate on what a beautiful place he was in.

Grey clouds were coming and not a bird was chirping high in the tree tops. Kurt frowned; he didn't want to go outside of the Casablanca's, today. His shopping with Santana and that lovely, but sassy girl Mercedes Jones was the time of his life and he truly enjoyed it. Now, though, he wanted to visit what this hotel had to offer.

He went downstairs to the restaurant. The tablecloths for the tables were all in white, like usual, but instead of the deep and rich red colour that decorated the place just last evening, each table had its own roses in a beautiful and delicate yellowish color. That color to decorate the place was very joyful for the morning. People were chatting lazily with their coffees and croissants and others liked to smoke big cigars and read the newspapers. Kurt thought he just stepped into the Titanic, or Downton Abbey, if he says so himself. What was missing was the big gowns of this time area, even though everyone was dressed elegantly.

He decided to grab an apple from the gigantic buffet and made a promise to himself to eat all of the breakfast that was on multiple trays and displays for everybody. There were croissants, beignets, fruits, muffins and several kinds of cereals and the other breakfasts, such as eggs, bacons or toasts were served by a waiter.

Kurt walked out of the hotel and signed deeply. He was happy, at last. He knew it wouldn't last, but he didn't want to think about it. Maybe he was in his faze of denial, he didn't know. All he knew at this point, was… he really wanted to live every day like it was his last. And it was a little bit his case. He knew the tears and the break down will come eventually but since he arrived, -being threating like a king, meeting Santana… - it was too good to be unhappy.

The gardens were big with different flowers, such as peony, baby's breath, bachelor button, rose, pansy, sweet pea, cosmos and the list went on. There were benches for people to sit and relax, but you can seriously walk in those gardens for hours because it was that big. It was just behind the hotel and there were fountains surrounded by vines and lilies, his mom's favorites. It looked like he was in a fairy tale and at every moment; he would see Cinderella losing her shoe. After a few minutes of walking, Kurt ended up near a stable. He looked around nervously, no one was there. He didn't know if the people were allowed to be there as the stable was pretty far away from the hotel which was near the forest that surrounded the Casablanca's and there was literally no one there, but for some reason, Kurt felt curious.

He took a chance and stepped inside. He heard a whinny and jumped. He never really approached an actual horse before because it was filthy and stubborn. Kurt's father tried to teach him once when they were on vacation at their relatives in Texas, but he had one of those hissy fits that Burt didn't bother to try again. He was nine at the time, but he already knew what he wanted and didn't want in life. Riding horses was one of the things he didn't want. He stepped outside hurriedly to avoid any more contact with those horses but stopped dead in his track when he saw a rather handsome man in front of him. He was a little far and his panic to get out of here, he didn't really pay attention to him. He just knew by his built and the way he carried himself that he looked appealing. As he came closer, Kurt had the chance to really look at him. He was wearing only jeans with a black cardigan with a white t-shirt underneath and beautiful polished shoes from –and without a doubt- Jimmy Choo. He was well dressed, to say the least. As he approached closer, Kurt's eyes, who were at his feet, came to see his face and his breath hitched in his throat. He knew him.

''Hi,'' the man said with a confident smile. Kurt's eyes were wide –again-.

''You're Blaine Anderson,'' Kurt said breathlessly. The man laughed a little, but it was enough for Kurt's heart to grow in size.

Kurt didn't say anything else. He didn't want to pass as a groupie, but this man was in the gossip magazines he spent an unhealthy amount of time to read as he grew up. It was intimidating and Kurt, as embarrassing as he thought it was, felt like he already knew him, but not really. They grew up together, so to speak. Blaine in the magazines, and Kurt, little Kurt, read about anything and everything, daydreaming about a glorious life like that Blaine Anderson kid seemed to have. But it was a long time ago and the gossips about Blaine seemed to get more scandalous year after year. And yet, here they are.

''You seem lost, there. Are you alright?'' Blaine innocently asked when Kurt stared at him, deep in thought. The sound of his voice seemed to snap him out of his shock.

''H-hi. Sorry, you kind of surprised me.''

''It's alright, Sweet Cheeks,'' he said with a teasing smile, because watching as Kurt's own cheeks were becoming a deep red, his pride hit a notch. ''You ride?'' he asked, eying the stables behind Kurt's shoulder.

''What?'' he said, off guard before realising that he was in fact near a stable. ''Oh! No. No. Not at all,'' he shook his head, still fazed by the fact that he was standing in front of him. He knew who the Casablanca's belonged to; he just didn't realize that the Andersons were staying in the same hotel as him and at the same time. It seemed like life wanted to throw him surprises before it was too late, Kurt thought bitterly. ''Uhm… I-I was walking through the gardens and I guess I just ended up here. I was heading back to the hotel.'' Kurt smiled bashfully at the man before him before walking in the opposite direction at a rapid speed, closing his eyes firmly to not let his embarrassment showing.

''Wait!'' Blaine cried and jugged to reach Kurt and he held his hand gently, halting Kurt. The latter turned around, his face a beautiful shade of red. ''Why are you leaving?''

''I'm not allowed here.'' He said like it was obvious, still trying to get away and hide. Just hide.

''What are you saying? Of course you can be here!''

''W-well, there's no one else, here. And I didn't want to disturb the horses. I just got lost, too deep in my thoughts when I was walking. But I'm fine, now. I can find my way to the hotel.'' When he was nervous or out of his comfort zone, he tend to be timid. As confident as he could get, he also could get intimidate by people. He thought it developed when he was bullied in high school; either way, right now, he was an uncomfortable mess.

He looked shyly at Blaine who fixed him intensely with those hazel eyes he only saw printed on paper and they were much more mesmerizing in person and he tried to walk away, but Blaine's grip didn't let him go. Kurt looked at him curiously. Kurt's heart was frantic. He never thought he would see him that close. He was breathtakingly beautiful and looking into his friendly eyes, he didn't want to believe the gossips about his 'bad behavior' and everything he did in the past. It was the present and it felt good. Kurt's first reaction when he saw him was to run away. He panicked, believing that he didn't have the right to be here, but a surreal force kept him in place, his feet planted in the humid grass. It had rained last night, Kurt mused absently.

''Stay. I'd like some company,'' he offered with a pout. ''What's your name?'' he asked, tilting his head on the side, taking Kurt's hand in his very gently. He was actually surprised by the softness of Kurt's pale hand.

''I'm Kurt.'' He said, his heart still beating fast but he felt more at ease.

''A beautiful name for a beautiful person,'' he murmured in his loving voice. When Kurt's pale face turned beet red, he scrunched his nose adorably. ''What's that too much?'' he asked shamefully but with a hint of amusement, enjoying Kurt's embarrassment.

''Not at all. It's quite flattering if I'm honest.'' He took a deep breath and continued. ''I-I'm sorry if I'm acting like this, it's the first time I meet someone like you, you know?'' Blaine nodded, understanding but his smile never wavering.

''I-I just watched you grow up, you know? You and your siblings and-and I didn't expect to meet you here.'' He bowed his head in shame, but Blaine took his burning chin with his thumb and index and lifted his head to meet icy blue eyes.

''No need to be shy about it! And we come here every year because it's a family tradition,'' he shrugged, explaining his presence on the hotel's grounds. ''I just hope you didn't see my baby pictures or my mop of hair when I hit puberty,'' he joked.

''I actually saw those… who didn't? But I thought you were cute,'' Kurt murmured, unsure of his act of forwardness.

''Well, thank you. You're cute, too.'' Kurt's face was aflame, but flattered. He didn't know how to act around him and it was unnerving for him.

''So, do you want to ride?'' Blaine asked. He actually wanted to ride; it was his original plan, but when he saw Kurt standing nearby, he seized the opportunity. It was a coincidence, indeed. A great one.

''Ride… an actual horse?'' Kurt squeaked.

I can teach you a different kind of riding, Blaine mused.

''Well, yeah. I can teach you. I ride since I'm a little boy. Come on.'' He took Kurt's hand firmly –more than necessary- and dragged him back into the stables.

''B-but what about our clothes?'' He asked, worried.

''Don't worry. I have plenty other shoes like these. This outfit is actually for outside. I don't mind to get it dirty.''

''Oh, yeah. Of course. Same here,'' he said, not really convinced. He looked down at his shoes sadly. He didn't own another pair. Well, he wanted to live like a rich person while he could, then he had to act the part.

''This beautiful creature is called Black Beauty.'' Blaine said happily, caressing the long black neck of the horse. The horse was intimidating, but gracious. It was a beautiful creature, indeed.

''Like the movie?'' Kurt smiled as he looked up to see the black mane and touched it hesitantly. Blaine smiled.

''Like the movie.'' Blaine nodded. ''And this is yours during our training sessions.''

''Sessions? With an S?'' Kurt whispered because of lack of breath, looking at Blaine curiously and surprised. Blaine looked at him like he was nuts.

''Of course. I want more than just one date with you.''

''A-a date?'' Kurt squeaked.

''Call it whatever you want, sweetheart,'' he winked and Kurt's knees were jelly. ''So, this horse is mine for years. He's very gently and listens well. It's a good horse for someone who never ride before. Say hello to Leonardo,'' he caressed the neck of a beautiful beige stallion. ''Leonardo, say hello to my new friend, Kurt.''

Kurt laughed loudly. Blaine turned his fond look he had on his beloved horse to stare at Kurt.

''Hey, don't laugh. I had a big crush on Leonardo DiCaprio when I was a kid. ''

''I'm no one to judge,'' he said putting his hands in the air in surrender.

''Come on, the horses don't bite.'' He teased, offering his hand for Kurt to take. He hesitated.

''I… Are you sure they won't mind?''

''Who?'' he frowned. ''The instructors? No. The season isn't started yet. The summers are crazy busy, tough.'' He said while getting the horses ready. Kurt watched him move, saw his arms and muscles flexed under the pressure and he gulped. He hurriedly looked away. ''When I'm not here, someone else take care of my horse. They know that Leo is not for the tourists or they'll know my wrath'' he joked, winking at Kurt over his shoulder.

Kurt didn't know what Blaine had for him to actually get on a horse. He refused to do it when his father suggested it, but it was like he wanted to show this man that he could do it. So he did.

-X-

''So you're living in New York?'' Blaine asked, looking besides him where Kurt was riding his horse. At first, he was nervous to be on a big horse like that, but after half an hour and a slow walk through the forest and Kurt almost forgot he was on an actual horse. The slow rhythm of the hoofs hitting the dirt road and the wind passing through the leaves was enough to lull Kurt into sleep, but he stayed wide awake. Too much to see, too much to say.

''Yes,'' he said. ''I like it here, even though it's a little lonely,'' he shrugged, but Blaine didn't push him. Instead, they continued with small talk, but in fact, Blaine was bored out of his mind. He just wanted to smoke. Or get drunk. Or have sex. He craved to do something else then to listen to this gayer-then-gay new rich kid talking about his boring and platonic life, but his ass looked great in those jeans, though.

He nodded to everything Kurt said. For the most part, he just tuned it out. It was the boring part of the game; getting to know the other person. If Blaine had his way, he would've just take Kurt in the stables the moment he saw him. If by his bashful expressions, he knew that Kurt was interested in him. While Kurt talked, Blaine looked him up and down subtly, licking his dry lips. He knew that the wait will be worth it, though.

''I'm studying at a culinary school.'' Blaine stopped daydreaming and really looked at Kurt, hiding his utter surprise and confusion. ''I dream of owning my own restaurant. I don't know, maybe the business of owning something is in my blood as my father owns a garage,'' he joked nervously. Blaine stared at him until his demeanor changed and he gave Kurt a warm smile and Kurt's belly got butterflies, ready to burst out of his abdomen at any minute.

''That's cool!'' he exclaimed. ''You must be a great cook. You can teach me a thing or two,'' he winked at Kurt. ''I'm hopeless in a kitchen,'' he laughed. Kurt frowned.

''You think it's great?'' he asked, his breathe hitching in his chest.

''Of course, why wouldn't I?'' he giggled lightly, looking straight toward the rocky trail.

Kurt joined him, the stress leaving him. As he watched Blaine, he couldn't believe that he almost lied to someone as amazing as him, fearing that this a man like him would find it weird to get into this business. He knew who Blaine Anderson was; one of the heir of one of the biggest hotel chain in the world, he was several times on cover of magazines since he was a little kid, the cameras knew his every move and he was a celebrity magnet. Kurt couldn't lie; he had a big crush on him when he was a kid and it didn't help watching him grow up in a fine young man. And he also knew about his scandals and, hey, who was he to judge people?

But right here, right now, he just saw a young man who looked and acted as normally as possible. He was kind to him and after being rejected by his peers in high school and then, having practically no one when Finn, his brother, and Rachel, left after graduation because they were one year older then him, he felt like he had no one. Blaine accepted him even before knowing his name and it was all that matters. Those vacations couldn't be a waste of time, after all.

''I'm from Florida, by the way,'' Blaine continued speaking.

''I-I know. I mean…'' Blaine started laughing gently and looked at Kurt almost lovingly.

''You don't need to justify every time, you know?'' Kurt huffed and shook his head, moving his upper body with every step his horse made.

''I know. It's just that not two days ago, I was in New York, living in a shabby apartment, trying to make something good for myself. And now? I'm in this luxurious hotel, having a good time. And I just… I can't believe I met Santana Lopez, my idol!'' he exclaimed. '' I didn't even know you were here and it's just… it's overwhelming. I'm sorry, I don't want to past as a fan or something. Which I'm not. I mean, I had a huge crush on you when I was little because you were kinda cute and I think the cutest in all of the Andersons if I say so myself. And, of course, you became hotter through the years and all. But I'm not one to jump at you because I see you or something. And I'm not one to read all of your life, I mean, I know you come from Florida; I mean, who doesn't? It's like asking if Barack Obama is the president of the USA or if France is in Europe or in Asia. It's just something you know. But I'm not one to believe in gossips, because it's full of crap. But I read it because it's my guilty pleasure and it's my escape, you know? I mean, maybe some pictures don't lie, but it's your life. And I respect that. I mean, Prince William got caught in a bar with his tongue down the throats of two girls, but he was young, so it's not a crime if he wanted a little of fun, you know? A-and…'' Kurt stopped his rambling when he heard Blaine laughing. He halted his horse, and realized just then, what he was saying and who he was saying it and once again, his face burned in flames.

''I'm sorry. When I'm nervous, I tend to talk a lot,'' he murmured.

''Oh, Kurt,'' Blaine said, catching his breath. ''You are something else, you know that?'' After a couple of minutes, Blaine stopped laughing and smiled widely at Kurt. He took Kurt's hand in his warm palm and the other one caressing his horse's neck. Kurt gulped at the touch and Blaine, behind his smile and his charming self, made a triumphant noise. ''I know you know me through the magazines, Kurt. But there's a lot you don't know about me. I want you to know this part of my private life. Would… you want to know me, Kurt?'' he asked, his voice sounding hopeful and genuine to Kurt's ears, but in reality, this voice held so much of malice and lust and victory.

One look at his hazel eyes, and Kurt got embraced in his game. Kurt just nodded, giving Blaine's hand a squeeze.

-XX-

Just so you know, this story is 28 + epilogue long. Cheers!