A/N:There is a song in this chapter. And it is sung by Darren Criss. I normally hate putting songs like this in my fics, but it was arequest from the lovely JustCallMeObsessed, who is amazing! So i thought, what the heck, lets just go with it.

'So...' Blaine said, dropping his now empty coffee mug lightly back onto the table. 'I've told you my life story, time I hear yours don'tcha think?'

Blaine and Kurt had been sitting in the Three Wishes for at least 2 hours while they chatted away light heartedly. Blaine had just finished a long and hair raising tale about his time at Dalton and throughout university, where both Wes and David had been with him. Kurt almost choked on his mocha when he heard about the dreaded incident with the spoons and Mr Collins pet duck.

'Too be honest Blaine, my life is going to sound pretty drab and ordinary compared to your...dare I say chaotic lifestyle.'

'Oh, so you're going to tell me that the famous designer Kurt Hummel, featured in such publications as Vogue, Cosmo, GQ, and who has held shows in New York, Paris, London and Milan, need I go on. Has a boring life. Well I say Bull to you dear sir. Bull.' Blaine pouted.

Kurt laughed and set his mug down too. It too was finished, only specs of froth remaining.

'Well, you may say, but I am not so sure.' He added, shaking his head slowly.

'Please Kurt. Pleaseity Please Pleasy'

'Really Blaine, Pleasy?'

'Yes, now I want to hear all about the fabulous times of Kurt Hummel' Blaine held his hands wide, making some sort of ridiculous stage bow in front of the man, causing Kurt to burst into a string of giggles.

'You really want to know?'

'Yes, of course I do.'

'Well...i guess, but we're going to have to take this outside. I fear we've long outstayed our welcome, it's already nearly 9, and this place is nearly empty.'

Blaine looked around. God how had he not noticed that. The entire room was extinct of life bar Steph behind the counter and a young blonde male sitting in an armchair by the window. He turned back to Kurt and shook his head.

'God, we really should be going. But don't think that means you can get away without telling me your story. I work for you now so you better get used to having me around to bug you all day.'

Kurt laughed. 'I don't think that'll be too much of a problem. You can be rather endearing at times, besides, if you pester me too much I can have you fired. Muah ha ha .' Kurt rolled his fingers together like a super villain and let out a cackling laugh, causing Blaine to fall into stitches of laughter.

'Come on Dr. Doom. We've got to go.' Blaine stood up and beckoned Kurt to do the same.

'Steph.' He called out, trying to catch the brunettes attention. 'Steph, I'll be back here as soon as I can, probably tomorrow if I get time.'

'Aww Blaine. You better. It was so lovely seeing you. If you don't come back then...then...then I'll come and find you. I know where you live and I am currently in possession of one of Wesley's gavels! .'

She attempted a laugh not dissimilar to the one Kurt had just pulled.

'Hell, my life is being swarmed by super villains, quick to the Bat mobile.' Blaine held up a finger and pointed to the sky as he yelped out his super hero cry and grabbed Kurt's hand. Then began to run out of the shop, laughing a long with Kurt as they bounded out the door.

Neither noticed the flash of white light that followed them as they left the building, or heard the small snicker that came from inside.

xXx

'...well the New Directions were pretty out there. I mean we were like one big dysfunctional and incestuous family. I don't know if you remember Regional's that year, but my god everyone was so worked up. The girls were all bitching and the guys all bad mouthing. Then we wrote our own songs and people finally settled down. I'm amazed they didn't all kill each other at the end of the performance. They were nowhere near as calm and collected as you Warblers were.'

Blaine smiled charismatically. 'Well you didn't have some conformist gavel wielding psycho like Wes Montgomery to keep you under toe.'

'No no, but we did have Rachel, which I can assure you is much much worse. One bout of her voice served as 10 strikes from a gavel. Good to see she's finally put it to some good use now. Singing her nose off and living with Finn should be enough to set her straight. Besides, threats of withdrawing her monthly accessory supply also help me control her madness now a days. Anyway, where was I?'

'I believe we were discussing schools?'

'Aha yes. Well I still can't believe you were a Warbler. It's surreal. I can't even believe we beat you lot now. What with you as front runner, were the judges drunk?' Kurt said, disbelief sounding in his voice.

'No, they just appreciate talent when they see it.' Blaine said with a chuckle ' And that talent was in the form of YOU and this Rachel, so It's hardly surprising we lost.'

'The Warblers were amazing though. I was once sent to spy on them...you...but I chickened out when I got to the gates. It just seemed like some sort of grander than thou palace, I would stick out like a sore thumb, so I just jumped back in my car and drove off back to Lima. Pity now I guess. We could have met, how fantastic would that have been...' Kurt trailed off and closed his eyes thoughtfully.

The pair kept walking slowly, just ambling about, not really paying any attention to where they were going. The sky was already darkening and the bright lights of the city were beginning to burst into life and shower the streets in their Technicolor glow.

Kurt let his arms swing by his side, occasionally brushing his finger tips against Blaine's, not entirely by accident. The cold breeze began to bite against their revealed skin and they subconsciously moved closer together as they walked, savouring the warmth the other emitted.

xXx

Kurt and Blaine continued to walk, mindlessly chatting as they went. They were still huddled together, shielding each other from the harsh weather of Manhattan. As the sky itself got darker, the streets seemed to brighten as more and more of the neon lights began to light up. Suddenly above the pair, a huge sign for Mamma Mia, burst into action. That was actually when they realised they were standing on Broadway.

Ok, although neither said it they were both rather embarrassed about this. They were gay, yes, which meant they felt obliged to love musical theatre, and as ANY theatre fan can tell you, Broadway, is like the most amazing place in the world for musicals and people will travel literally thousands of miles just to set foot on this famous street. And the fact neither man had noticed they were there or had been for some time, judging by how far down they were, meant they had been very, VERY engrossed in the conversation (and each other)

Kurt blushed as Blaine gazed up at all the poster and garish displays that littered the street around them. He span around a laughed gleefully.

'Hey hey, we're on Broadway. I feel like a star.'

Kurt giggled, and turned to Blaine who was dancing up and down on the spot like an excited child.

'It's not like you've never been before. You said so yourself.'

'Yeah. I was here a month ago to watch Wicked, but that's not the point. We're on Broadway Kurt. Which means we can sing and dance as much as we want and no one will turn a head.'

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and span him underneath his own arm, in a jazz dance style. Then he pulled Kurt into his arm's and began to sway.

'Start spreading the news...I'm leaving today...'

'NO Blaine.' Kurt shrieked as Blaine began to hum the first lines to Frank Sinatra's hit.

'Come on Kurt. Sing with me.' Blaine said, rocking Kurt back and forth in his arms.

'No' he said, still trying to stop giggling at the other mans crazed antics. 'People will stare.'

'And what will they see if they do? Just some nobody who is singing with the amazing Kurt Hummel. And they will all be jealous because I am the one talking to you. Muah ha ha'

Kurt tried to pout at Blaine, but the expression on the other mans face was to priceless.

He began to hum again and raised his eyebrows, beckoning Kurt to join him. Kurt sighed and forced his way from Blaine's embrace.

'If you want to sing that badly I know where to take you, and its a place that won't involve complete strangers giving us strange looks.'

Kurt whipped out his phone and quickly typed away a short message, before hastily pressing send and holding the small device tight between his fingers.

'Err..Kurt?' Blaine questioned, staring at the man who appeared to be in deep concentration.

'Ssssh. Just wait a seco- Ah ha.' Kurt released his death grip on the screen as the device vibrated. Then wiped his finger across to unlock it. He scrolled down through his texts and let out a small squeal when he found the new one. He quickly shoved the phone back into his pocket and grabbed onto Blaine.

'Come on you.' He said as he began to hurry away in the opposite direction to that they had just come from.

He kept a hold of Blaine's hand as they slipped through the crowded streets. Blaine and Kurt's scarves blowing in the wind as they hurried down the road.

They ran for several minutes before Kurt turned Blaine down a small alley way that seemed almost pitch black compared to the bright street they had just been running down. Blaine was about to open his mouth to speak when he saw Kurt typing in a key code, before he shoved him through a large steel door and into the building on the right of the alley.

xXx

'Kur- Kurt what are you doing?' Blaine asked, catching his breath as he bent over to inhale. They were standing in a darkened room. There was no light at all bar a small slither that was laying on the floor, coming from underneath some sort of curtain

'You said you wanted to sing right?' Kurt said grinning ear to ear, though Blaine couldn't see in the blackness.

'Yeah but I mean-'

'Well this is your chance, Look!' Kurt reached out and felt his hand graze Blaine's chest. He quickly darted it away and found a more southerly place. (His hand people...nowhere else...at least not yet)

He clenched tightly and felt Blaine's fingers lace through his. That was all the encouragement Kurt needed. He took a large step forward and ripped back the curtain.

A fountain of light poured across them, momentarily blinding the pair.

Blaine blinked into the light, allowing his eyes to slowly adjust. When he reopened them fully, he had to step back in awe.

He was standing, just off to the left on the Broadway stage of Wicked. He could see all the scenery just laying boldly before him, the intricate details seeming so much greater now he was up close. He stood staring at the scene before him, eyes glazing over as his breathing hitched.

'Do you like it?' Kurt said, his tone showing signs of concern for the paralysed man beside him.

He waited for Blaine to reply, but he remained frozen to the spot.

'Blaine.' Kurt hissed. 'Blaine.' He gave the man a playful shove. He snapped back into life, eyes rolling a little before settling on Kurt.

'How did you even-' Blaine said, staring awe struck at his new found... friend?

'I told you, Rachel but her voice to good use, she performs here, and thus I get free reign of the stage during her private rehearsal slots, so long as I reward her.' Kurt rummaged through his Jacob's messenger bag and pulled out a purple scarf laced with small light pink canaries. 'Her reward.' He said, waving it before Blaine.

'But Kurt I-' Blaine said, his voice wavering slightly as he tried to calm his nerves.

'Blaine. You and I are colleges now, I like to treat you guys to little surprises every now and again, not all of them are as extravagant as this but I mean you said you wanted to sing , so you can do so here. At least now people won't think you're mad.'

'Bu-but Kurt, you don't understand. This is a real stage, on real Broadway. And I'm real Blaine Anderson, therefore, the two don't go together.' He said, shaking his head frantically.

'Eugh, Blaine shut up and get on stage.' Kurt said playfully, placing his hands on the flat of Blaine's back, then marching him onto the stage. With a final thrust, Kurt forced him onto the stage where he stumbled a little before staring out into the empty sea of seats.

'Kurt.' Blaine whimpered as he stepped forward into the shining stage lights, one large bright white spotlight centring in on him.

'Do I have to come on there with you?' Kurt sighed.

'Uh...Yes please!' The other man whimpered again. A little squeak coming from his throat.

Kurt sighed sarcastically but skipped on stage to stand next to Blaine. He put one arm round the shorter mans shoulder and the other waved across in front of them.

'Imagine this place is filled with all of your adoring fans...'

Blaine closed his eyes and tried to picture the scene, but all he could bring himself to see was the meagre show hall they performed in for regional's all those years ago, this place was at least ten times the size.

'Ummm.' He murmured, waiting for Kurt.

Kurt was watching Blaine carefully. It was almost sinfully adorable the way his eyebrows furrowed and his nose scrunched up when he was concentrating. He could watch for ages, but he knew Rachel would be along any second.

'Come on. That's not hard. You said in the coffee shop that you were a musician. Just imagine this is one of your fabulous gigs, just a tincy but larger.'

'Kurt this room seats thousands. I play in coffee shops and small halls. Never anything this big in my life.'

'Well, I think that's rubbish. You can do or be anything you put your mind to. And today you are superstar Blaine Anderson. Here to sing with his fabulous friend Kurt.' There it was, that word, friend, again.

'But...but Kurt!.'

'Where's Mr I'm-So-Confident-I-Want-To-Sing-on-The-Streets gone.'

'Err...i left him out there.'

'Well bring him back; I liked that guy, even if he was a little bit loopy.'

Blaine took a long deep breath. He tried to let it go, but it faltered slightly.

'Kurt. Are you sure?'

'Yes, come on. I do this all the time, ever since Rachel got here. I like to steal it for a while- Look Blaine if you're really that nervous you don't h-'

'No no, I want to it's...well...it's just this is a little nerve racking. I'm not gonna lie. I'm freaking terrified.'

'Are you sure you want to?'

'Yes...i...could you...'

'I'll start.' Kurt waved a hand up in the air, and with no warning an upbeat song started to play throughout the hall. Speakers burst into life and filled the entire theatre with the sound of an electronic keyboard and slow rhythmic drums.

Kurt laughed. 'Typical Rachel' he muttered as the music got louder.

'DO you know this one Blaine?' he asked the man who stood next to him, still shaking a little.

He nodded, still staring straight ahead into the audience with his eyes closed.

'Shall I take the first part.' Kurt asked, Blaine nodded again. Kurt just shook his head with a small laugh and waited for the introduction to fade out before opening up his mouth and releasing the first few soothing notes.

Every night I walked the streets
never dreaming what could happen
sad and so lonely
I saw in the mirror my reflection
staring back at me
I thought, will I ever find what i need?

Kurt danced across the stage a little, letting himself sway in time to the music. By this point Blaine had opened his eyes and was now beaming as Kurt skipped along in front of him. He followed behind him, keeping a few paces back. When Kurt reached the end of the verse he spun around and waltzed towards Blaine, who just laughed and let himself be circled by the man.

but I'll wear that dress if you wear the tie

Kurt tweaked Blaine's tie as he sang and continued circling him as Blaine tried to stop the grin that was spreading across his face.

and baby we'll dance through the night
'cause no one's got what we've got going
happiness never held on to me
until you had me see
that together we're just better off

Blaine stepped in front of Kurt as he faded off, then grabbed hold of the porcelain skinned man's hand and span him around in a little circle, before taking up the next verse with new found confidence oozing from every millimetre of his body.

oh my heart's been tried time and again
always thought that it was me but
i see now just how wrong i was
no, i haven't known you for a lifetime
but somehow i've never been more sure that you're for me
baby please
don't leave, just come and dance with me tonight

Kurt had never heard something so pure and soulful in all his life. Blaine's voice was smooth and strong like dark melted chocolate, and there was a deep underlying passion as he sang that made the song come to life. Kurt laughed as Blaine started to jump around on the stage, he ran across to the wings and grabbed a chair, which he spun onto the stage with, before leaping up onto it, whilst grabbing Kurt's hand.

Kurt was now standing at the foot of the chair as Blaine sang down.

but I'll wear that dress if you wear the tie

He grabbed his own tie and pirouetted with it, still on the chair as Kurt pretended to curtsey.

and baby we'll dance through the night
'cause no one's got what we've got going
happiness never held on to me
until you had me see
that together we're just better off

Blaine slipped back off the chair and grabbed Kurt's hand with one of his and placed his other on Kurt's waist. The pair attempt some form of hyperactive waltz around the stage as they sang the next two verses together.

Don't be cruel to me
oh, I've wanted more
and I've been wrong before

They swung their arms up and down to the beat, still dancing aground together. Completely forgetting where they were, just becoming completely engrossed in the song.

so much learning to lose
but you're not a day too soon
so say you feel the same and
we'll never be lonely anymore

but I'll wear that dress if you wear the tie
and baby we'll dance through the night
'cause no one's got what we've got going
happiness never held on to me
until you had me see
that together we're just better off

Kurt and Blaine finished the song still holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes. There was a little spark between them, but it could have been the lights. Neither of the men wanted to move but the giggles caught them unaware and caused them to double over with laughter.

They cat called and whooped, whilst taking stupidly exaggerated bows and curtseys in front of their invisible audience.

'Wow' Kurt said, between teary laughs. 'That was brilliant. We...YOU we're fantastic Blaine. You are so talented. How are you not famous by now?'

Blaine laughed and shook his head. 'I am nowhere near as amazing as you Kurt. You were born to perform. I envy your multitude of talents. At least I work for you now, so I can admire your skills constantly'

The pair laughed some more, and slowly let the adrenaline wear off before walking over to the edge of the stage. They sat down and swung their legs over the side. The sound man slipped out from a booth at the top of the theatre behind the seats, followed by a girl in a woollen horse cardigan, but neither man noticed.

Kurt gave Blaine a charismatic smile, and leant over to murmur in his ear . 'So Blaine, how was this for a first day at work. Pretty good huh?'

'Oh, you have no idea. NO idea at all.' Blaine said, slowly slipping in between thoughts.

'I think I do, this day was pretty amazing for me too you know.' Kurt said quietly

'How so?' Blaine questioned, just as softly.

'Well, I met You Blaine, my new friend. And I think that is enough to make any day special.' Kurt said in a near whisper, not quite catching Blaine's eye.

Blaine stomach fluttered at Kurt's statement, and he felt his heart float up and out of his body.

There was something about Kurt, something he really liked.

Like a connection, Carla was right, they could be great friends, and now Kurt was accepting him, and giving him the best compliment he had ever received, it was amazing how something so small could mean so much to Blaine.

Wow.

Being fired that day may have just been the best thing that ever happened to him..

It meant he got a new, far more fabulous job, with MUCH nicer people.

It meant he got a complete makeover and now looked more handsome and dapper than ever.

It meant he wouldn't have to worry about his rundown record label not paying him enough for his rent.

It meant he got to have the best day out of his whole 26 years of living

And it meant he got to meet Kurt Hummel.

The man he admired, the man he idolised, and the man he slowly felt he was falling in deep like with.

Woah, where did that come from?