Title: Unwritten
Category: Glee
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Genre: Romance & Hurt/Comfort
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, the characters, or any other references made to the show. I also am not affiliated with Starbucks or any other references to copyrighted businesses and/or objects I may have made.
A/N: Wow, it's been like 3 weeks, I am sooooo sorry about that. A combination of writer's block and being crazy busy with school and stuff... But I'm sure you don't want to hear excuses. Thank you sooo much for the amazing feedback for the last chapter, you guys are so kind to me. I hope you like this chapter! Enjoy!
Later that night, Blaine stalked into his and Wes's apartment, slamming the door behind him. Max raced over to him and started running hyper circles around his feet, with Wes following behind shortly after in navy sweatpants and a red t-shirt.
When the Asian man noticed his friend not even bending over to playfully scratch the dogs head he knew something was wrong. "Hey, man, from the text you sent me this morning, I thought you would be so happy that you actually met 'the Kurt Hummel?'" Wes put air quotes around the author's name as he watched his friend's expression.
"I was excited, Wes. But now he probably thinks I'm a jerk or something. I had to leave right after the interview and I didn't even get to say a proper goodbye. Argh! Wes! He probably hates me!"
"Blaine, Blaine, calm down." Wes reached out and placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "You're working yourself up over nothing. Based on what I understood from that interview this morning, Kurt is a kind man, I don't think he'll hold it against you."
Blaine seemed to think for a second. "Well, I left him my number in his jacket pocket and told Puck to tell him I said good job, but I just feel bad that I couldn't be there for him right at the end of the show. He struck me as really shy, Wes, and I hate to sound arrogant, or whatever the word is, but I honestly feel that he and I connected and that I was able to comfort him before the interview."
Wes whistled, and Max stopped circling around Blaine's feet and just followed the two men as they walked into the living room to sit down. When Wes settled in his recliner, and Blaine sat on the couch, Max lied down and made himself comfortable by Blaine's feet.
"I'm really happy for you, Blaine, and if that is the case, I'm sure he'll understand that you had to run. I wanted to tell you that your song was great this morning too, I bet your fans are just dying for your CD to get released so they can listen to the songs over and over and over."
Blaine laughed. "Sure, Wes, I doubt it. Everyone is probably dying for Kurt's book to hit the shelves next week and don't even remember that I was even there."
Wes laughed too; glad to see the smile replacing his friend's dejected expression. "C'mon, you know that's not true," the Asian man admonished waving his hand absently. "Your fans have stuck by you through every single change you've made to your songs and image; I doubt they'll completely ignore you over the introduction of Kurt Hummel to the media. Besides, he's in a completely different market, there's no way his books will affect your CD sales."
"Yeah, I guess you're right, Wes. As usual." Blaine smirked at his friend and bent over to scratch Max's head. "Who's a good dog," he cooed and Wes was glad to see his friend back to his normal self.
"And, you never know, maybe he WILL call back and you could even get yourself a boyfriend out of all this," Wes added, winking at Blaine.
Blaine's head shot up at this. "No Wes! From what I understood he was bullied a lot in the past for who he is, and he didn't say anything but I think something terrible happened to him a while ago. I can't just barge into his life and ask him out. Besides, no one even knows I'm... gay." Blaine whispered the last part and looked around, as if he expected the paparazzi to be hiding in the plants outside their apartment window, just ready to catch any tidbits of information they could.
Wes stared hard into Blaine's hazel eyes. "You know, I'm all for you 'coming out' in your own time, but look at Kurt. He is obviously gay and no one even cares, all of his fans still love him regardless. Do you really think you need to hide who you are anymore?"
Blaine tensed and lowered his head. When he spoke, it was barely above a whisper. "I just... I can't Wes. Not yet. I promise I will tell the truth eventually, I just need a little bit more time." As Blaine stopped talking, his shoulders started to shake in silent sobs.
Wes immediately jumped off his chair and sat next to his friend on the couch, draping an arm over his shoulder. He held onto his friend until the sobs started to die out into little hiccups and the shaking stopped.
"It's going to be ok, Blaine. Just know that I'm here for you, and if you put some effort into gaining a friendship with Kurt, I know that he will be there for you too."
"How do you know?" Blaine asked, staring into Wes's dark eyes with his own watery ones. "What if he thinks I'm some coward who is too afraid of what other people will think to be myself?"
"I don't know the answer to that question. But based on what you told me about him, if you open up to him, I know he will be a great help to you."
Blaine sniffled and rested his head against Wes's shoulder. "You're a good friend, Wes. Thank you."
"Anytime, buddy, anytime."
Kurt was unsure how he was supposed to leave the studio without being mobbed. He wasn't used to people actually liking him, or going out of their way to even smile at him. He was very nervous about what the crowd out front would do, now that they knew what he looked like.
Kurt was just about to voice his concerns to Puck when the mohawked man turned to him with a smile on his face. "There is a car waiting out back to bring you back to your hotel, Kurt," Puck said.
"Th-thank you," Kurt replied. He wasn't used to people being kind to him for no reason either. It made his heart swell to know that there were people in the world who didn't care what his sexuality was, and were still friendly to him regardless.
Kurt picked up his jacket and curled his fingers around the small piece of paper in his pocket with Blaine's number and the note on it, and he felt a small smile spread across his lips. He had known Blaine for only a few hours, but he knew he would definitely want to see him again. Even if Kurt wasn't ready to be in a relationship, and he was tired of crushing on straight guys anyway, he did like the idea of having a friend that he could talk to and who would actually listen to him.
Slinging his satchel over his shoulder, Kurt made his way to the side 'Employees Only' entrance to get to the car. "I can come with you if you want," Puck offered when he saw Kurt's hands still shaking as the blue-eyed man held the strap of his bag. "You know, just in case there are some really crazy fans out there, I'm good at scaring people off." Puck barked out a laugh, smiling at Kurt.
"Sure, th-that would be great," Kurt answered shyly. He was still taken aback by Puck's kindness and he was starting to get angry at himself for his stupid stutter. He realized he didn't have it when he talked to Blaine, but for some reason when Blaine was gone he felt really shy again.
Puck led Kurt through the door; looking both ways to be sure no crazies were standing outside the door. He darted along the side of the building, making Kurt think again how much this whole situation reminded him of a spy movie. Kurt quickly followed behind Puck, trying not to lose sight of the mohawked man as he turned another corner to reach the back to the building.
When Kurt turned the corner, he froze; sitting in front of him was a shiny black limo with dark tinted windows. He had ALWAYS wanted to one day ride in a limo, and he had never dreamed seven years ago when he gave up on all of his dreams of Broadway, and acting, and fame that the new path of life he had chosen would lead him to some of his biggest dreams.
"Oh. My. Gosh. It's a limo," Kurt whispered, and Puck looked over at his frozen form with a smirk playing across his features.
"Well, yeah dude, you're famous now. Get used to driving in style."
Kurt hurried over to the car and admired it in a way that only the son of a mechanic could. "It's beautiful," he murmured, forgetting that Puck was still there and just admiring the vehicle that he, Kurt Hummel, was going to get to ride in.
"Yeah, it is," Puck agreed, snapping Kurt out of his trance.
"Thanks for everything, Puck. I hope I'll see you around," Kurt said.
"Me too, Kurt. Good luck with everything," Puck replied, waving at the young brunet as he ducked into the open door of the car.
As soon as he was settled in the incredibly spacious and comfortable back of the limo, Kurt told the driver the name of his hotel and soon found himself being whisked through the streets of LA. As they drove Kurt looked out the window and saw a few people gape at the sight of the shiny black vehicle driving down the street, but most didn't pay it much attention. Kurt figured that since there were so many movie stars and other celebrities living there that it wasn't an irregular occurrence to see a limo making its way down the streets. Kurt only wished that all those people that bullied him in high school could see him now; they'd all be begging his forgiveness and wanting to be his friend.
It took about twenty minutes for the car to manoeuvre its way through LA and get back to Kurt's hotel. Kurt picked up his sunglasses and put them on, hoping to get to his room without being recognized. Fortunately for him, luck was on his side that day and Kurt was able to head up to his room without anyone so much as giving him a second look.
Kurt didn't allow himself to breathe a sigh of relief until he was in his room with the door closed, and then he felt a huge smile break across his face at all he had accomplished that day. He collapsed onto the plush recliner in the corner of his room and mulled over everything he had done that day in his mind. He realized that he had had a lot of firsts that day; first run in with fans, first time meeting a celebrity, first interview, first time showing who he was to the media, first limo ride, first time getting a guy's phone number... Kurt felt very proud of himself and just basked in the memories of the events of the day.
Kurt was snapped out of his daydream by the sound of his phone buzzing. He quickly picked it up when he saw his father's face smiling up at him. "Hey dad!" he exclaimed when he answered the phone.
"Hey kiddo! We all wanted to call and tell you how great a job you did in your interview this morning. You're on speaker phone and Carole, Finn and Rachel are here too."
"Hey guys!" Kurt called, hearing a chorus of "hey Kurt"s back.
"We are so proud of you, buddy," Burt continued. "You were such a pro answering those questions and everything."
"Thanks dad, Blaine helped we calm down before the show started and he told me what he does for interviews so that I wouldn't get all flustered or reveal something I didn't want to or..."
Kurt's rambling was cut off by a squeal which Kurt presumed was from Rachel. "Wait!" she cried. "You met Blaine Anderson?"
Kurt laughed, having almost forgotten how excitable Rachel was, but also reliving his mini 'fangirl' moment from that morning when he had met Blaine. "Yeah, and he's so nice, really helpful and stuff. And he had to go to the recording studio right after the interview so I didn't get to say goodbye, but he left his phone number and a note in my coat pocket and asked me to call him so we could hang out again." Kurt suddenly realized that HE was actually famous now, and how nonchalantly he was talking about meeting up with one of the most popular singers in the US, just to hang out.
"Oh my goodness!" Rachel screeched again. "Look at you fraternizing with celebrities already! Could you PLEASE, PLEASE, PRETTY PLEASE get me his autograph?"
"Umm, Rach, I don't know how appropriate it would be for me to ask for his autograph like a crazed fan, but I'll see what I can do."
"THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! Kurt you are amazing!" Rachel hollered and Kurt had to pull the phone away from his ear because she was yelling so loud.
"And dude," Finn began. "You really did do a great job today. When's your next interview?"
"Umm, one second, I'm just going to check my calendar." Kurt shuffled through the stack of papers he had set on his dresser until he found the itinerary for his book tour. He scanned it briefly and realized that he was going to have a day off the following day.
"It's actually not until Sunday at noon. I'm going to be on the Mercedes Jones Show, I've never heard of that one either."
Finn made a noise of agreement, before Kurt heard a thump and an "OW!"
"How have you not heard of the Mercedes Jones Show! Do you not watch TV?" Rachel asked incredulously.
"No actually, I don't really watch TV, care to enlighten me, Rach?" Kurt replied in a semi patronizing voice.
"She is absolutely brilliant and hilarious. She's really rich so she always gives away gifts to her audience. It's sooo cool! I've always wanted to go see one of her shows taped."
"Hmm, sounds kind of scary. You mean there is an actual audience watching us during the interview?"
"Yes, but don't worry, you'll do fine."
"Thanks for the encouragement Rach. Listen, I should probably grab some dinner but I'll talk to you guys soon," Kurt said, preparing to hang up the phone.
"Bye!" they all called back.
After hanging up, Kurt decided to treat himself to room service and settled back in the recliner he had sat down on earlier to flip through the channels on the TV and see if any good movies were on. Kurt was very surprised when he flipped to a news channel and they were actually talking about him. He paused on the screen for a minute to see what on earth they would be saying about him.
"... And after much speculation by fans, the face to go with the world famous name, Kurt Hummel, has finally been revealed. The young author made his first public appearance today on the Chang-Chang Show and many fans agree that he did not disappoint."
The scene then switched to the street in front of the studio he had been in that morning where a girl who looked to be in her early twenties was being interviewed. "I honestly didn't know what to expect today. My friends and I have been speculating for a while now about what Kurt Hummel would look like, but our speculations just don't do him justice. He is just beyond what I imagined."
Kurt blushed at the praise of a random girl on TV. He still could not believe that there were people out there, outside of his family that actually liked his work. It made Kurt feel all warm and fuzzy inside to realize how many people's lives he could, and had, touched with his writing.
After eating through his dinner, Kurt started feeling really tired and decided that now would be as good a time as any to go to sleep. He was glad he would have the day off the following day to recuperate after his first exposure to fame. He decided that he would call Blaine sometime tomorrow and let him know how much he had liked his song that morning.
With that thought going through his mind, and a small smile playing across his lips, Kurt fell off into a comfortable and restful sleep.
When he woke up the following morning, Kurt felt incredibly refreshed and realized he hadn't felt this good since the beginning of high school. Maybe, he decided, that a change of scenery was exactly what he had needed to help with the hermit-like life he had started living. He got up and walked happily across the room to throw open the drapes in his room to reveal the bright LA sunshine lighting up the city.
Kurt hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time, and decided that he would go down to the lobby to get some breakfast again. He couldn't believe that he had only been in LA for two days because it felt like ages since he had woken up the previous morning.
Waltzing down the hall to the elevator, Kurt didn't think there was anything that could possibly pull the smile from his face. Getting into the elevator, Kurt hit the button for the lobby and prepared himself for the quick ride down. The elevator stopped once on its way down and a group of girls in their early twenties got in, giggling to each other and Kurt couldn't help flashing them a bright grin.
When they saw him, the girls froze and shared a look that Kurt couldn't understand with each other. The one that seemed to be the leader of the group was the first to speak. "Are you Kurt Hummel?" she asked.
Kurt grinned. "Yeah," he replied.
"It is so great to meet you, Mr. Hummel!" the girl who had just spoken gushed. "We all LOVE your books!"
Kurt blushed. "Wow, thanks."
"Can... umm, can we get your autograph?" one of the quieter girls asked.
"Sure," Kurt said, this was the first time he'd been asked for an autograph so far. "I don't have a pen or anything though."
"No problem," the leader said again, reaching in her shoulder bag and pulling out one of his books. "We were just heading to Starbucks for a coffee and I love reading there so I just happen to have your book with me, and yeah I'll stop rambling now." She girl closed her mouth blushing slightly and her friends laughed.
Kurt smiled. "Who should I make this out to?" he asked taking the pen that one of the other girls offered him.
"Shannon," the girl replied, suddenly seeming shy.
Kurt wrote out the autograph and returned the book to the girl who gave him a blindingly bright smile. By then the elevator had reached the ground floor and Kurt got out heading towards the dining room.
"Thank you Mr. Hummel," Shannon said. "Maybe we'll see you around."
"Sounds good," Kurt replied waving as the girls exited the hotel.
After breakfast, Kurt headed back up to his room to decide what he wanted to do that day. He checked the clock to see that it was late enough that he could call Blaine without waking him. Kurt hurried to grab the coat he had worn the previous day and reached into the pocket to find the slip of paper with Blaine's phone number on it.
Kurt stared at the paper for a few minutes before picking up his cell phone and dialling the number. After hitting talk, Kurt got a little bit nervous that maybe Blaine had regretted giving Kurt his number, or that he wouldn't want to talk to Kurt, or maybe he was going to be busy. Just as Kurt was considering hanging up, there was a click and he heard the voice that had become ingrained in his mind since their talk the day before.
"Hello?" Blaine said into the receiver. He didn't normally pick up unknown numbers, but he had been practically sitting vigil by the phone hoping that Kurt would call. Wes had made fun of him earlier that morning for it but Blaine hadn't cared because he decided he would give anything to hear Kurt's voice again.
"Blaine?" Kurt's timid sounding voice came over the line and it was like music to Blaine's ears.
"Yes. Kurt, you called," Blaine replied, knowing Kurt would be able to hear the smile in his voice.
"I did, I realized that I liked talking to you yesterday and that I didn't get a chance to tell you how great you did in your performance. I loved that song you sang. It's going to be on your new CD?"
"Yes, it is, I wrote it when I was 15 but I didn't put it on any of my previous CDs. This one was different so I decided to try and see what kind of response I got."
"And?" Kurt questioned. "What have your fans thought so far?"
"From the few forums I saw, it seemed pretty positive, but currently everyone's so busy talking about you, they barely even noticed that I performed."
Kurt's laughter was music to Blaine's ears. "Sorry about that."
"No problem, I think I've gotten my fair share of the spotlight, I will happily give you some."
"So I was wondering if we could meet up or something to talk in person. I really enjoyed myself yesterday, and you're one of the only people I've actually talked to in the last 7 years, so I just wanted to see about doing it again. I'm free all day."
"Well, in that case, I know this cute little diner that we could go to. It's out of the way so we're less likely to be recognized but its food is amazing and their coffee is to die for."
"Well sir, you had me at 'coffee'," Kurt replied and Blaine couldn't help but laugh at that.
"Great I'll meet you at your hotel in 20 minutes."
"Perfect," Kurt answered, having told Blaine where he was staying the day before. "See you."
"Bye."
Kurt was completely ready and waiting in the lobby when Blaine arrived exactly 20 minutes later. They grinned at each other when Blaine walked through the door to enter the hotel and Kurt ran up to him and turned him around so they could quickly leave the hotel before anyone recognized him.
"Let's go!" he exclaimed excitedly.
Blaine allowed Kurt to grab his wrist and pull him back towards the parking lot. He didn't really care if anyone saw, but regardless there was no one around to see.
When they reached Blaine's car, the two men slipped inside and smiled at each other conspiratorially, as if they had just completed a magic trick. They only broke their gazes from each other when Kurt's stomach growled.
Kurt blushed and looked down at his stomach when it growled again. "Shutup," he said to it before turning back to Blaine. "Sorry about that, my stomach has no manners."
Blaine laughed. "Don't worry about it, it is lunch time."
Kurt smiled at Blaine gratefully as they pulled from the lot and headed towards the opposite side of town from most of the tourist attractions. Kurt was thoroughly curious as to where they were going but when he asked Blaine, he just smirked at him and told him to be patient.
A few minutes later they pulled in front of a family-style restaurant that made Kurt think of the restaurants back in Lima where the cooking was like a home-cooked meal. The name of the restaurant was Natalie's Diner and it had a homey look to it.
"Wow, Blaine, this looks awesome," Kurt murmured, inhaling the delicious mixture of smells coming from inside the little restaurant.
"It's amazing," Blaine agreed.
Kurt followed Blaine into the small building and up to the counter. He realized that on the inside it looked more like a 50s diner, with the black and white checkered floor and red booths; there was even a jukebox in the corner.
Kurt let Blaine order for him, surprised that he actually trusted him to do so. Kurt hadn't so much as been able to trust someone with his appearance or name until the day before, and now he was letting this practical stranger order his lunch.
"Hey Kurt, by the way, what kind of coffee do you like? They've got practically anything."
"Oh, umm, grande non-fat mocha," Kurt replied.
Blaine relayed the order to the waitress and then he led Kurt to one of the few empty booths. The two men sat down to wait for a waitress to bring their food to them. Kurt was surprised when no one even gave either of them a second glance. He liked knowing that there was somewhere he could go and not be recognized because he was already starting to get overwhelmed by the attention he was getting.
Soon a waitress came out carrying a tray with their food on it. She looked to Kurt to be in her early thirties with wavy dark brown hair and dark eyes. When she saw Blaine a bright smile lit up her face and after dropping off their food on the table she gave Blaine a hug. At Kurt's confused look, Blaine quickly explained.
"Kurt, this is my cousin Natalie. She owns this restaurant," Blaine said.
"Oooh, so you're Kurt Hummel. I've heard so much about you Mr. Hummel, it's great to meet you." Kurt decided that he immediately liked her and that she seemed to be very genuine in her kindness. He found himself shocked at how easily he had started trusting people recently and started worrying that it might come back to hurt him later.
"It's great to meet you," he said trying to hide his inner thoughts. "Your restaurant is very cute."
"Why thank you," she replied, shaking Kurt's outstretched hand. "If you ever need a place to escape those crazy paparazzi, you know where we are now."
"Thanks," Kurt replied.
When she walked away, Kurt smirked at Blaine. "She's nice," he said.
"Yeah, she's great," Blaine answered. He seemed to be considering adding something else but seemed to change his mind. "When the paparazzi first started coming after me, I came here all the time to hide from them, for some reason they never come this way. I still come here often, but I've gotten pretty good at avoiding the paparazzi in other ways too."
"I think I'm going to have to take her up on her offer for coming here to hide out, based on the recognition I got today just from one interview."
"Well, know that you are always welcome here."
"Thanks, it's great to know that there is somewhere I can come. I haven't trusted anyone that's not part of my family in years but for some reason I find myself really trusting you Blaine," Kurt whispered, knowing that he had just made himself very vulnerable, something he hadn't done since sophomore year in high school, and that hadn't exactly turned out great. But Kurt wasn't going to think about that now; he was working on forgetting the past.
"I feel like I can trust you too," Blaine said. Again it looked to Kurt like he was going to say something but changed his mind. "Eat up," he said instead. "The food here is delicious."
The two men continued through the rest of their meal and chatted about random things from what high schools they went to (What, we only lived 2 hours away from each other?), to their favourite pastimes (I love watching musicals too!). They were careful to avoid topics that were too touchy and decided to just enjoy each other's company.
Soon they were finished eating and after saying a quick goodbye to Natalie, the two men headed back to Blaine's car to go back to Kurt's hotel.
When they arrived Kurt hopped out of the car and gave Blaine a huge grin. "Thanks so much for the fun afternoon!" he called through the rolled down window.
"No problem, it was fun," Blaine replied.
"I'll see you around soon. Call me." Kurt smiled, waving as Blaine drove away.
As Kurt headed back up to his hotel room, he felt a permanent smile lighting up his face and he felt so happy to have made a friend like Blaine.
A/N: So there you have it folks, if all goes well, I'll have chapter 8 posted very soon. Thank you to my cousin, EragonArya for pushing me to get back around to writing and actually figuring out where to head with this story. Go check out her stuff, she's currently working on a one-shot for me which is going to be awesome, and I'd love it if you could go read and review her stuff too, she's amazing! There is no actual diner called Natalie's Diner in LA (there is a seafood place and a Thai place called Natalie's) but I love 50s diners so I had to throw that in there, and of course they had to get coffee. I don't think you guys really care what's going on in my life but to anyone that's really curious, I absolutely LOVE hockey and three weeks ago three of my favourite players got traded from my favourite team which bummed me out. Then on Thursday I went to a game and got hit in the head with a puck (not hard and I'm all good, and I got to keep the puck). Also I have like a million tests but things should be starting to slow down soon so hopefully more chapters will come your way faster. I'm not really sure what they're going to do next chapter, I guess I'll leave it up to Kurt and Blaine to decide what they feel like doing. I hope you liked this chapter. Please review, alert, favourite, something to let me know you're still reading, and I promise I'll post faster than 3 weeks next time. PS – What did you guys think of the last few Glee episodes? Thanks for reading!