A/N: Hello everyone. It looks like the majority of this story is going to be dialogue-heavy so if that's not to your liking, this is your warning.

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Also, I have news! I actually wrote a very basic outline for this story to keep myself on track (something I usually never do) and this story looks to be about seven chapters, give or take seeing as how my stories and characters are usually unpredictable. So while you wait between updates, just remember: I have a plan!

Five days have passed since Blaine last heard anything from Kurt. After the introductory "Just making sure this is the right number. ;) - Kurt" text, all has been quiet on the Kurt front. Something that Blaine understands seeing as Kurt's been busy with an upcoming runway show. Apparently when Kurt Hummel announces a charity show, the entirety of New York City goes wild. The search alert on his phone (that Blaine totally denies having) has been b;lowing up with articles, Tumblr posts, and tweets for the last few days. A part of him wants to go to the show, to see Kurt again. But a larger part refuses to cross the line from informed admirer to obsessed stalker. Some people, like Santana, say it's a little late for that, but Blaine likes to think he still has his dignity where his love for Kurt is concerned.

Which is why on the day of Kurt's big exposition, Blaine sits idly on a park bench watching children chase each other around the playground equipment. Their innocence charms him; their unadulterated laughter makes him smile. He ponders what it would be like to have children of his own someday. Dark curls and bright eyes or perhaps creamy pale skin with a dusting of freckles across the bridge of the nose...

His phones vibrates in his sweater pocket, bringing him out of his thoughts as his hand automatically pulls the phone into view.

Kurt calling

He gasps involuntarily as his heart races. Kurt is calling him! His hand nearly trembles before he gains enough composure to hit the answer key. Maybe Santana's right about his feelings after all...

"H-hello?"

"Blaine! Thank god you answered. My show is about to start and the backstage area is complete and utter chaos! I'm so nervous. What is someone falls? What if something tears?!"

Blaine can hear muffled shouting from Kurt's end of the line as well as a deep, pounding beat. Kurt's breathing is shallow and Blaine wonders if that's a warning sign of an oncoming panic attack or something. He's never been to a runway show but he imagines the models running around to throw on shoes or have their makeup retouched at the last minute. No wonder Kurt sounds so anxious.

"Hey, relax. Take a deep breath." Blaine smiles to himself as Kurt wordlessly complies. The trust implied in the simple gesture feels astounding. "Kurt, everything will work out wonderfully. Your designs are flawless and you would never hire anyone you considered incapable of doing the job well."

Kurt exhales followed by a short laugh. Blaine makes a questioning noise and Kurt replies, "Somehow four sentences from you have calmed me down when Rachel couldn't do so in the four hours she's been with me."

"Maybe that's because you don't sign my paychecks," Blaine joked, in hopes of lightening Kurt's mood further. He's rewarded with another short bark of Kurt's musical laughter.

"Meaning you don't feel obligated to inflate my ego which in turn lends more credibility to your opinion?"

"Exactly."

"You might have a valid point there, Mr. Anderson."

Is Kurt flirting with me? Blaine still isn't really over the fact that this is Kurt Hummel he's talking so casually with. Because how does one ever get used to speaking with their celebrity crush?

"Why thank you, Mr. Hummel," he teases right back.

"My pleasure," Kurt purrs.

Okay, time for a subject change before I get too excited. "How much longer until your first model walks out?"

"Why? Trying to get rid of me already?"

Incredibly Blaine discerns an edge of worry in Kurt's tone. Is he honestly thinking Blaine wants to be rid of him? "That's ridiculous," he says aloud. "I'm just curious as to how long we have to talk before I inevitably need to let you go."

Kurt murmurs something that sounds suspiciously like "never," but before Blaine has a chance to question it he clearly states, "About five minutes."

Blaine sighs, a mixture of disappointment and understanding. Sooner or later he'd get Kurt all to himself. He just had to be patient. Wasn't there a Beyonce song about that, women liking their men patient? Not that Kurt was a woman in any way. No, he was definitely all man. But maybe the same sentiment applied?

"Blaine, you're doing it again."

Blaine starts at the sounds of Kurt's voice in his ear, nearly dropping his phone but catching it just in time to save it from a lethal fall. "Doing what again?"

"Spacing out on me at random moments in our conversation," Kurt retorts. "This is the third or fourth time, I think," he adds good-naturedly.

Blaine feels his cheeks heat up and for once is grateful he and Kurt aren't face-to-face right now. Is it his fault that Kurt is so damn distracting? "Sorry."

There's some fumbling on the other side of the line before Kurt comes back on. "That was the show director. They want me to say a few words before the show starts."

"Right. Well, break a leg out there."

"Thanks. Talk to you soon?"

"Sure."

"Bye Blaine."

"Bye."

"Wait!"

"Yeah?"

There's a pause but Kurt simply says, "Never mind." And then the lines is dead.

Blaine spends the next ten minutes wondering what Kurt might have said.

"Mr. Hummel, they're ready for you now," the assistant informs quietly when she sees that Kurt has hung up. Even though she knows next to nothing about the man, she has a feeling he's deep in thought and she's hesitant to disrupt him. Kurt Hummel is known to be a bitch when necessary.

"Thank you, Charlotte. I'll be there in a second."

She scurries off before anything else can be said, having a million things to do anyway. Kurt watches her go without a word. Once the young woman is out of sight, he sighs bitterly but shakes the emotion from him soon after. He should be giddy with excitement at this opportunity! Instead he's just disappointed at having to cut his conversation with Blaine so short. On the bright side at least he's not nervous anymore.

He stops by a mirror and runs a hand down his designer suit, flattening any small wrinkles that may have passed his observation. One last look over is given to his hair and makeup and then he's being ushered out onto the runway, the music lowering in the background and being replaced by polite clapping and the occasional squealing fangirl that somehow made it past security.

He squints into the bright lights, searching the crowd for a familiar face. His eyes land on Rachel in the front row, smiling encouragingly and giving him a thumbs up. As childish as the gesture is, he feels a warmth seep into his chest and flow to his fingertips. Why had he been so nervous in the first place? He's done this sort of thing before. Maybe not for charity and not on his own time, but still. Then again would he really want to keep doing this if it didn't lend him some type of excitement?

The answer to that is a definite no.

With one last look over the crowd of well-dressed fashionistas, fellow designers, fashion bloggers, and good old-fashioned reporters before him, Kurt begins to speak. "Thank you all for coming to our show today. I appreciate every single one of you and what you've done by attending. Everything sold tonight will have its proceeds sent straight to the charity of the buyer's choice. So, relax and enjoy the show. And don't forget to buy something." There's some laughter and applause before the music is turned up again. Kurt winks and sashays away, tapping the first model on the shoulder as he passes her when he arrives backstage.

The show goes off without a hitch, despite his earlier worries. Blaine's words of encouragement float through his head the entire night, keeping any stray fears at bay. Which brings another question to the forefront of his mind: how did Blaine's voice have such a soothing effect on him when even Rachel, his friend for years and years, couldn't calm him?

Because he means something to you, his mind whispers, something more than Rachel ever could.

He shakes the thought from his mind. That's ridiculous. He barely knows Blaine! The guy could be a serial killer in his spare time and Kurt would be none the wiser. Though there is a small niggling in the back of his mind that tells him he'd still feel for Blaine anyway, Kurt shakes that off too. He's being absurd! That's absurd. You're absurd.

Blaine is not a serial killer and Kurt does not have romantic feelings for him. Plain and simple. End of story.

Infatuation, a deep liking, a crush... call it whatever you will, but not love. It's too soon for love.

A/N: Again, this was supposed to be longer a tad but … I feel like you deserve updates way more often than I give them so here this is.

Any and all feedback is always appreciated. And if you get impatient between updates, I'd direct you to my Klaine Drabbles collection or a wonderful story called Model Behavior by themuse19.

For being such wonderful people I'll give you a teaser for the next chapter: Blaine will attend a show of Kurt's with Santana. Just imagine what can happen.