This was actually very... crappy... But I had nothing else to do at the moment.

Oh well, enjoy.

'I'm the man who can't be moved.' ~The Script.

He'd been playing his guitar on that same corner for a few weeks now.

But Kurt had no idea who he was.

Kurt was 22 years old, gay and never had a boyfriend. His first kiss had been very unpleasant, to say the least. It was forced upon him. Ever since, he hadn't really been looking for any kind of relationship. He either had always gotten his heart broken, or was told by others not to even try.

He'd moved to a tiny apartment in New York after finally managing to get into NYADA, the school of his dreams.

Because he couldn't afford the apartment (seeing as his college costs were paid by his father, he didn't have to worry about that) he had to find a part time job.

He ended up working in a small bookstore a couple of blocks away from where he lived. After a while, he started noticing a certain man across the road, playing guitar.

He had curly, black hair. Some days he'd have it gelled down. Kurt had been observing him for a few weeks and noticed he always came to play on that same corner around four in the afternoon. Some days, though, he'd come around 10 AM. Maybe those were his free days.

He didn't look homeless. He always had clean clothes, and once in a while he put on a hat.

The short, black-haired boy with the bushy eyebrows seemed to be obsessed with suspenders, bowties and not wearing socks in his shoes. Kurt found it rather adorable.

The guy was kind of cute and handsome too. Kurt just wished he had a reason to talk to him.

And he got his reason.

Because the owner couldn't find any other parking space except a little behind the same guy Kurt had been studying for almost two months by now.

It was a van. The owner had picked up some books, but had managed to leave them in that van of his. It didn't surprise Kurt that he forgot though. The man had never been too bright. Not that he'd ever say that out loud, though. But it was Kurt he'd sent to his van to get the books. He also gave him a list to check if he had them first.

Honestly, Kurt just thought the man, called Mr. Birmingham, wanted to give Kurt something to do, seeing as the bookstore was vacated at the moment.

Kurt sighed as he walked out of the bookstore with the list and the car keys in his hands. Sometimes he really wished Mr. Birmingham would do such things himself especially when there was such a cold wind outside.

As Kurt opened the door of the van, the list slipped out of his hands. He gasped, knowing Mr. Birmingham wouldn't be too happy if he lost that list. He turned to run after it and stopped when someone set their foot on the piece of paper to stop it from flying away.

Kurt let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding when the person bowed down to grasp the list. Kurt's eyes were fully focused on the paper that the person was holding, so he didn't even notice who it was.

As he took hold of the list, he finally looked up…

To look right into the face of the guy he'd been staring at for weeks. The guy only smiled at him and Kurt wondered if he didn't notice Kurt's stares all those weeks or if he even recognized or knew Kurt.

Kurt sighed, trying to hide the blush he felt creeping up on his cheeks.

'T-thanks.' Kurt mentally slapped himself for stuttering. Completely forgetting his task, he slammed the door shut, locked the van and stalked past the ridiculously handsome guy.

'Aren't you the boy who's been staring at me for the past couple of weeks?' Kurt freezed.

And had no idea what to say.

'I… I'm sorry… You probably think I'm a complete freak now.' Kurt muttered under his breath, but the guy seemed to catch it.

'Nah,' He said. 'It's kind of flattering, actually. Kurt stared up at the guy, who smiled the most dazzling smile ever.

'So… What's your name?' His tone was light and Kurt was attempting to stop drooling.

'Kurt.' Once again, a dazzling smile was sent his way, along with an outstretched hand, which Kurt took.

'Blaine.'

They smiled at each other, not even needing a reason why. After a couple of moments, Blaine scraped his throat.

'Would you like to get some coffee sometime? With me?' Kurt had no idea how the dapper Blaine suddenly turned into a blushing cutie, but he found it adorable.

'Sure.'