Readers! First of all thank you for reading the first two chapters, I really hope you're enjoying my first multi-chaptered fic. To the person who added this story to your alerts: I love you, and I hope I don't disappoint you. I hope I don't disappoint anyone that has read this far!

I'll try to update this every week, usually I end up the chapters in a day. This one is still not edited, so it might not make sense.

I don't think I have anything else to say so, enjoy!

Meeting You

"What should I wear?"

"I don't know, Shane." The two brothers were at their small apartment, Shane in his bedroom, he was standing in front of his closet eyeing the garments.

"Thanks for your help, bro." Shane let out a sigh of exasperation.

"I'm sorry but how should I know?" Blaine answered from Shane's bedroom doorway, he was leaning against the frame watching his brother getting more and more nervous by the second, he shouldn't be amused but he enjoyed watching Shane like this for the first time.

"I've never attended to an art gallery show!" Shane snapped.

"Well neither have I!" Blaine looked at his brother and almost felt pity for him, "Look, it's in the afternoon, just don't wear anything too formal."

This seemed to help a little since Shane's shoulders visibly relaxed, "So what, like a shirt and jeans?"

Blaine nodded, "You all right, then?" he asked tentatively.

Shane nodded, but just when Blaine was about to walk away Shane stopped him, "Wait!" Blaine waited, Shane was looking nervous again as he said, "Would you come with me?"

Blaine smiled, "Sure, if it keeps you from freakin' out more."

"I'm not freakin' out!"

Reed was freakin' out. He looked around him, everything looked wrong. The clouds on the walls, the lights, the featured paintings, the titles, everything. He wanted to tear the whole place apart until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Reed, are you alright? You look blue."

Reed turned around to see a concerned Kurt, he let out a deep breath, "Yeah…maybe…I don't know." He hid his face under his hands, Kurt started massaging his shoulders.

"Relax, everything's perfect."

Reed's hands didn't leave his face, he merely opened his fingers a little so he could see Kurt between them, "Really?"

"Really." Kurt smiled at him and took his hands, "Everyone is gonna love them," he squeezed the smaller boy's hands.

Reed didn't know if it was the soothing tone on Kurt's voice or that he couldn't find a lie in his eyes, but Reed actually let himself relax. He breathed again and smiled.

"Thanks, Kurt. What do you think, then?" Reed asked, eyeing again the room, this time feeling more confident about his work.

"It's brilliant. I love every painting." There was an edge on Kurt's answer.

"But…?" Reed was starting to get worried again.

Kurt smiled, "It's different, that's all." Reed didn't understand. "I don't know how to explain it…" Kurt was struggling to find the right words while Reed eyed him carefully, "It would seem that you found a new inspiration."

"Of course I did, I always do. That's part of my job."

"Yeah, of course! I know! All I'm saying is…there are so many emotions. Love, sadness, happiness." But most of all, love. Kurt didn't say that last part out loud; he knew Reed was still thinking about that tall boy since he was featured in every single painting. Whether it was his face or only his silhouette, somehow he was there.

"Oh." Was all Reed could say, the doors opened and the people started coming in, Reed stiffened again until he felt Kurt's reassuring hand over his own.

He saw Hilde at his side, apparently looking for someone. "Are you okay, mom?"

The blonde woman stopped and looked at his son with a smile, "Yeah, honey. Just seeing who's here, that's all." When she saw Reed still a little suspicious she told him, "Come on, sweetie. Let's greet our guests." He let her lead him to a circle of people conversing.

When Shane arrived, the gallery was packed.

He groaned, "How am I supposed to find him in there?"

"Maybe the gallery is not that big." Blaine tried to reassure his brother, judging by the glare he gave him, it hadn't worked. "Ok, he's the artist, right? Let's just wait until there are less people, he has to stay until the end."

"And what are we supposed to do in the meantime?"

Blaine smiled and led his brother to the entrance, "Enjoy the art!"

Hilde spotted two boys making their way through the people. The tallest was wearing a long sleeved white shirt, jeans and black boots. The other boy had almost the same outfit, except he was wearing a gray cardigan and a black tie. Hilde smiled.

Shane really didn't understand art. He had no idea when it came to figure out what the artist tried to say. He enjoyed watching the paintings he liked, but didn't know the meaning unless someone told him.

He wasn't really paying attention, he was just pacing and pausing to pretend he was actually trying to understand the story behind the paintings, but in reality he just wanted to find the small boy, he just wanted to see him again.

"Uhhh…Shane, I think this is—"Blaine had started talking but his brother held a hand up to make him stop.

"There he is." Shane said almost in a whisper. The strawberry blond boy was talking to a couple, then they waved goodbye, the boy nodded and they left him alone.

When Blaine saw that his brother was still not moving he said, "Are you gonna talk to him?"

Shane was about to answer when he saw that the small boy was turning his head to their direction, he knew it was only a matter of time. "Go!" he said frantically to his brother, pushing him away.

"Where?" Blaine was confused.

"Anywhere! I don't care! Hurry!" When Blaine kept walking, Shane turned around and started walking towards the cherub-like boy, the other boy was doing the same. They met half-way.

"H-hi," said the boy shyly. Shane could see he was blushing bright red.

"Hi." Shane answered with a charming smile that only made the small boy blush even more. "I'm Shane," he held his hand to the other boy.

The strawberry blond hesitated for a moment, just eyeing the hand extended to him before answering, "R-Reed," he took Shane's hand and they both felt an electric shockwave running through their bodies. They stayed like that for a while.

Oh my god! I'm touching his hand! This boy is so beautiful, I could stare at him forever, at his angelic features. And he's so freakin' cute when he blushes!

Wha-What is this? First I can't stop thinking about you, mostly because you appear in my dreams, and now…this feeling…what is it? It's scary, but it feels so nice I don't want it to end.

Blaine couldn't believe Shane. First he practically begs to go with him to this gallery, and then he pushes him away! I guess this is better, though. When has Shane ever needed a wingman?

Blaine kept walking without really looking, he was so into his thoughts he only snapped out of it when he walked into someone else.

"Gee, I'm so…sorry." Blaine thought for a moment he was dreaming, in front of him was the most beautiful guy he had ever seen; and the most fashionable, too. He was dressed in tight black pants, a white long sleeved shirt and a grey vest, he was also wearing a black tie.

The taller guy smiled and said with a smile, "It's ok. I'm Kurt Hummel," he said while extending his hand.

"Blaine Anderson," he replied with a charming smile.

"I can't believe you painted all of this by yourself."

Reed blushed and lowered his gaze, "D-Do you like it?"

Shane, still oblivious of the main character in every single painting answered, "I love them!"

Reed smiled but he was still blushing, "You don't think it's…weird?"

Shane didn't know what to say. Shit. Is he talking about his technique, the colors, the meaning? Well you can't say you didn't pay attention. Then what do I say? I don't know, think fast he's getting nervous! He's gonna think you didn't like them. Lie! LIE! "No, not at all," he flashed a dazzling smile at him.

Reed looked relieved. Before they could say anything else he saw Kurt by his side. "Shane, this is my best friend Kurt. Kurt, this is Shane."

Kurt shot him an "I-know-you glance". They shook hands.

Shane saw Blaine next to him. "Reed, this is my brother Blaine." They also shook hands.

After the quick introduction everyone just stood there awkwardly, nobody quite understanding the situation. Only thing was very clear for all of them: It's a very small world.