Disclaimer- I don't own Glee. Or Smash. And yes, there are some characters from Smash in this.

November 18th, 2018

"Britt, I can't tell you enough, I'm just not in the mood for any interviews right now." He held his hand over the phone, muttering a thank you to the woman behind the counter and grabbing his coffee. He turned and sped out of the crowded shop.

"Doph, your producer is starting to lose his patience with you." Kurt groaned.

"Bryan can go to hell. I've been working my ass off lately with the movie and the show and my books and my line and I just need some down time." Brittany sighed into the receiver.

"Bryan isn't the only one. I'm getting frustrated, too. 'Tana got laid off last week and Lady Pancakes is telling me I have to send Lord Tubbington back to rehab, he's been suffering from withdrawal symptoms ever since we took away his ecstasy stash. We barely have enough money to keep the apartment on a 10% commission. And I know you make good money but it's not enough here in New York. Besides, I'm your agent; it's my job to pester you about this sort of thing." Kurt rubbed his forehead.

"Fine, Britt, here's what I'll do. I'll double your commission and cut down on my charity budget. Just… lay off about the interviews for a couple of weeks, okay?"

"Thanks, Doph. And you have two weeks. Two." Brittany hung up the phone, and Kurt shoved it into his pocket.

"Hey! Aren't you-?" Kurt moved his bag over to his other shoulder, hanging his head and speeding up his pace. He flew into the doors of his apartment building, moving to the corner. This happened every time he walked home. He'd stand in this corner for at least 10 minutes, where no one could see him (or get in without a key card). When he knew the followers were gone, he'd sprint up the stairs, unlock his door and-

"Ugh." Kurt groaned, falling face first onto the couch. Rachel stuck her head out of the kitchen.

"How was work?" she asked, stirring a pot of tofu-something.

"Horrible."

"What happened?" Kurt groaned again.

"Bryan is trying to get me to do interviews."

"And?"

"I don't want to do any interviews!" Rachel chuckled.

"Why not?" Kurt sat up, and Rachel handed him a bowl of vegetable soup. "This is for you. Trust me, you don't want to eat what I'm making for myself."

"Becauf," he said with a mouthful of soup. Oh, if the photographers could see him now- they would be rich. He swallowed. "I'm way too stressed to do anything right now. I mean, have you seen how busy I am?"

"Judging from the amount of time it took me to clean your room this morning, then yes- I have seen how busy you are." Kurt's eyes widened.

"You cleaned my room?" he screamed.

"Relax, I tidied it. As in, threw away those crumped up pieces of blank paper and boxes of take-out Chinese. Don't worry, I didn't touch your projects." Kurt sighed, going back to his soup.

"How did you have time to clean my room? It's Tuesday, I thought you had rehearsal." Rachel sighed, dropping onto the couch.

"I did, until Derek told us not to come in today. Apparently, he's spending some 'reserved time' with Ivy. They probably spent all day fucking instead of working." Kurt's eyebrows raised.

"They're still sleeping together?" Rachel nodded. Kurt rolled his eyes. "You know, I bet any amount of money that's why that bitch got the role. You should be playing Marilyn.

"Right?"

"Maybe you should sleep with Derek. They'll fire that Ivy girl and you'll get the role you deserve." Rachel gasped, whacking Kurt on the shoulder.

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Why don't you go sleep with Bryan, hmm? Maybe then he'll stop bothering you about interviews." Kurt scowled, but shut up. "Speaking of the show… -Isthatokay?Yeah?Thanks!" Kurt shot up in his seat.

"WHAT?" he yelled.

"Have I ever told you that you're the bestest friend in the whole wide world?"

"Do they know I live here?"

"No. I wouldn't break that promise, and you know it." Kurt groaned.

"How long until they're here?" The doorbell rang. "Fuck! Rachel, I'm going to kill you!" He said, grabbing his bowl of soup and running into his bedroom. He slammed the door and locked it, turning to assess the damage that Rachel did.

It wasn't too bad. Rachel had kept her word, and hadn't touched any of his projects. His laptop was still open on his unmade bed, and his fabric scraps were still scattered in their various places on the floor. Over all, though, it did look nicer. Maybe he wouldn't kill Rachel. Yet. He grabbed his script off his nightstand and fell backwards onto the bed, flipping through the episode they were filming tomorrow a few times before deciding to just sit and think.

After about an hour, Kurt realized he had to pee.

Really bad.

He sat up and listened outside his bedroom, where there seemed to be… Two girls and Rachel talking. No- no. A gay guy, a girl and Rachel talking. He ran through his options in his head.

A. He could try and hold it until they left. No, that probably wouldn't work. For all he knew, they could be here for hours.

B. He could pee in that cup on his dresser. Ew. Too unsanitary.

C. He could make a run for it.

With hesitation, he jumped up from his bed, running over to his door and opening it.

"And that's the guest bedroo-" Rachel said, dropping her sentence. The gay guy's eyes widened, and he gaped.

"You're Kurt Hummel." He said.

"Uhh…"

"RACHEL BARBRA BERRY!" The blonde girl screamed. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU HIDING FROM US? First you record a song for Darren Erthwiser, and now Kurt Hummel is in your guest bedroom? What is going on?" Rachel shot a death glare at Kurt for coming out of his room.

"Well…" Kurt said.

"Kurt's my boyfriend." Rachel said, wrapping her arm around Kurt's waist. Kurt's eyes widened.

"What?" he spat out.

"Yeah. We've, uh, been dating for about a month now." She leaned over to hiss in Kurt's ear. "Go along with it." She turned back to her friends. "Jessica, Bobby, let me properly introduce you. This is Kurt. Kurt, this is Jessica and Bobby." The gay guy, Bobby, looked Kurt up and down.

"And I thought you were gay." Kurt put on a forced smile.

"Nope, just flamboyantly straight." He said. Rachel nodded.

"Yep! Like Sam, he's un-flamboyantly gay, for lack of a better phrase. Kurt? Flamboyantly straight." Kurt smiled.

"If you'll excuse us for a minute." He closed his door and grabbed Rachel's arm, pulling her down the hall and into her bedroom. He walked in, smiling once more at the guests before closing the door behind him. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He whispered. Rachel's eyes were wide, and she was pulling her hair.

"I don't know! I was freaking out and I didn't know what to tell them-"

"How about the truth?"

"It's your fault for coming out of your bedroom!"

"I had to pee!"

"Well, you could have peed out the window!"

"That's illegal!" Rachel groaned, defeated.

"Well how do you suggest I fix this, hmm?" He shook his head.

"Nuh-uh. You're going to wait right here while I handle this, got it?" He walked out of Rachel's door and down the hall. "Hey, guys. Yeah, uh- Rachel was an idiot, and told you guys that she and I are dating. Well, not true. I've known her since high school, and I'm just visiting. Buh-bye, you can go see her in the room at the end of the hall." He walked into his bedroom, slamming the door shut. He heard hushed whispers on the other side.

"Does this mean he's gay?"

"I think so. I saw a Zac Efron poster in his room when he opened his door."

Kurt glanced up, cursing and ripping down the poster.

November 19th, 2018

Kurt walked into his normal coffee shop only to have to turn right back around.

"Kurt Hummel?"

"Sierra, you would not believe who's at the same coffee shop as me right now…"

"Mr. Hummel? Can I get a picture with you?"

"Mommy! That's the boy who plays Chris Colfer on Lights!"

Kurt sped out of the doors, rushing down the street in an attempt to get away from the crowd. He pulled his sunglasses from his pocket, putting them on. He passed his apartment building, contemplating whether or not to go back up to his apartment. He decided against it. Caffeine was the bigger priority right now. His eyes darted around, and landed on a sign.

The Bean

He smiled. The name was cheesy, and clichéd, but it was coffee. He snaked into the shop, examining the sight around him. Wow, it was small. There were three tables, a counter, and a kitchen about the size of a bathroom.

He loved it.

There was no one in the shop except two baristas, one of which was washing coffee mugs while the other read a magazine on the counter. Kurt looked up at the menu, which consisted of an impressive variety of coffee orders. He walked up and took a glance at the magazine the man was reading.

"Vogue?" He asked. The man's head snapped up.

"Uh, yeah." He said, a smile forming on his lips. Kurt gasped. Wow. Just, wow. He stared down into the man's deep hazel eyes, feeling a fire rush through his chest. Kurt bit the inside of his bottom lip.

"I'll have a Low-Fat Grande Mocha with extra whip." The man scrambled up, smiling and nodding his head. Kurt shook himself out of his daze, and realized that the man was probably having an internal freak out moment. A few minutes later, a mug was being handed to him.

"That'll be 3.99." he said. Kurt paid, glancing down at the man's nametag.

"Thanks, Blaine."

"You're welcome, uh-" he paused for a moment. "May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" Kurt laughed at the man's dapperness, and raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" Blaine looked around confusedly.

"Uhh, yeah?"

"You mean, you don't know who I am?" Kurt asked.

"Should I? I mean, I don't remember having any one night stands, but hey- knowing my roommates- I probably got a little too wasted at a party or two." Kurt grinned from ear to ear.

"I'm Kurt." He extended his hand, and Blaine shook it. "Hey, would you like to, uhm, sit with me or something? I don't have to leave for work for another thirty minutes or so, and it doesn't look like you guys are too busy." Blaine smiled.

"I'd love to." He glanced over at the other barista, and then walked around the counter, sitting across from Kurt at one of the tables.

"So…"

"So." Kurt took a sip from his coffee, eyes widening.

"Wow. This- this is good." Blaine smiled.

"Right? Our coffee is totally awesome."

"How are you guys not flooded with customers?" Blaine shrugged.

"We're pretty hidden. We get just enough during the early morning to keep the business up and running."

"Wow. How long have you been working here?"

"Since I got out of college, so, probably about a year." Kurt raised his eyebrows.

"How can you afford to live?" Blaine laughed.

"I live with four other guys, we split the rent."

"Let me guess, when you were growing up, you told everyone you wanted to be a barista at a small-ass coffee shop in New York?" Blaine shook his head, rolling his eyes.

"No, actually. I've wanted to write songs since I was old enough to think. I majored in Music Theory in college. I'm a songwriter in my spare time." Kurt smiled. A songwriter? Mm. If they went out, then he'd get love songs and-

Bad Kurt! You don't even know he's gay. Or interested. Or a good singer.

Besides, you can't be dating anyone right now. The media's a bitch.

"Really? Do you have any songs recorded?" Blaine chuckled and shook his head.

"Nahh, I haven't recorded anything of my own. Me, my roomates, and a couple other of our friends are in an acapella group, though. We've recorded a few covers."

"What are you guys called?"

"The Warblers." Kurt laughed, choking on a sip of his coffee. Blaine grinned. "What's so funny?"

"I was in my high school's show choir, we competed against an acapella group called the Warblers." Blaine nodded.

"Well, uh, yeah. That's us. The Dalton Academy Warblers. What were you guys?"

"McKinley High New Directions." The fuzzy geometric caterpillars above Blaine's hazel eyes shot up into the air.

"Oh. Wow. You guys were close. I assumed you meant competed at Nationals or something."

"We tied at Sectionals and then we kicked you guys' asses at Regionals." Kurt said, winking behind his mug. Blaine laughed.

"You guys had that girl with the shnauz, right?"

"Rachel? Yeah. That was her." He narrowed his eyes and studied Blaine's face. "Nope. Sorry, don't recognize you. I showed up late for Sectionals that year and wasn't at McKinley for Regionals."

"Where were you, then?" He asked.

"Heh, heh." He laughed, smirking. "Dalton." Blaine's eyes widened.

"Why didn't you join the Warblers?" Kurt waved him off.

"My friends would have killed me. Besides, I was only there for about a week before my dad decided we couldn't afford it." He looked down at his phone and groaned. "I'd love to stay and chat, but I have to get to work." He looked up and smiled. "It was nice meeting you. I'd love to hear the Warblers some time."

"Well, you know where I work." His face lit up with an idea. "Oh! Wait!" He ran behind the counter, grabbed a CD, and pushed it into Kurt's hands. "This is our demo we recorded. Keep it, I've got tons of extras." Kurt smiled.

"Thank you." Blaine nodded.

"Y-you're welcome." He stuttered. Kurt gave one last wave, stepping out into the cold New York air.

OoO

Kurt slinked through the doors of the apartment building, shutting them firmly and running to his corner. He crouched, panting and out of breath. God he wished he would have chosen a career other than acting. I mean, sure, it was fun and paid good and was everything he ever wanted as a teenager, but never having a private moment was starting to get on his nerve.

He caught his breath, and climbed the six flights of stairs up to his apartment. Sighing, he unlocked and threw open his doors, stumbling into the living room and falling face first onto the couch.

"Someone have a bad day at work?" Rachel asked, her head poking into the room as always. Kurt groaned and shook his head, rolling onto his side.

"No. I'm just tired." Rachel smiled and shook her head, going back into the kitchen to take something out of the oven. "What's for dinner?"

"Vegan lasagna." Rachel yelled. Kurt groaned again in complaint.

"How is that even possible?" The brown haired girl walked in with two plates of the weird green-red blob, setting one in front of Kurt.

"Zuchinni noodles, tomato sauce, and various vegetables." Kurt sat up, pushing it around with his fork. "So how did your day go?"

"They found my coffee shop." Kurt said, pouting.

"Awww. Are you suffering from caffeine withdrawal?"

"No. I found a new one. It's about as big as my bedroom, has blinds on its windows, extraordinarily unbusy, and hidden behind a bunch of cats."

"A bunch of cats?" Kurt nodded with a mouthful of lasagna.

"Mmmhmm. Thif is perty good." He said, gesturing to the lasagna and trying to hide the chewed up mess in his mouth. Rachel laughed.

"Soo, any cute baristas?" Kurt's eyes widened.

"Actually, yes!" He jumped up, grabbing the CD from his bag and popping it into their CD player. He turned to look over his shoulder. "Get this- he went to Dalton in Westerville, and he was a member of the Warblers. I think they all uprooted and moved to New York or something, because they joined back together to form an acapella band. Called the Warblers. This is their demo." He pressed play and jumped back onto the couch with the case.

"He gave it to you?" Kurt grinned and picked up his lasagna. "You have to ask him out." Kurt rolled his eyes and focused on the song as it finally started. It was some sort of spy movie theme. Rachel giggled.

"We three kings of Orient are

Bearing gifts we traverse afar

Field and fountain, moor and mountain

Following yonder star."

Rachel and Kurt burst out into laughter, clutching their stomachs and almost dropping their food. Wasn't this supposed to be a Christmas song? Rachel grabbed Kurt's arm.

"Who- who sings this?" She asked.

"David Warbler, Trent Warbler and- oh god, Rachel, all their last names are Warbler. I just got so many memories. I used to have crushes on all four Wiggles." She snickered again.

"Play the next song." Kurt grabbed the remote off of the coffee table and hit 'next'.

"Oooooh.

Christmas, Christmas time is here

And Christmas songs you love to hear-"

Rachel groaned. "Is this their Christmas album or something?"

"Heard this same song twenty times

And it's only Halloween."

Kurt and Rachel laughed through the song, giggling at how true it was. The tracks played automatically. The fifth one was Rehab by Amy Winehouse.

"Who sings this one?" Kurt glanced down and sighed.

"David Warbler again. I think he's their lead."

"You think? He's sang the last five songs." Kurt thumped her arm, and Rachel stood to go pour two glasses of wine. She handed one to Kurt and collapsed back onto the couch.

"What's next?"

"The Man Who Can't Be Moved. Sang by…" He looked beneath the song name. "Blaine Warbler!" Rachel smirked.

"Is 'Blaine Warbler' another name for 'Super Hot Coffee Barista'?" Kurt grinned and nodded, skipping the last minute of Rehab.

"Goin' back to the corner, where I first saw you

Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move

Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand saying:

If you see this girl, can you tell her where I am?"

Rachel turned slowly to face Kurt as the CD ended.

"Did. You. Hear that?"

"No, Rachel. I'm wearing earplugs."

"You have to ask him out!" Kurt sighed, shaking his head and picking up their plates to go put in the sink. "Why not?" She called out at him.

"Because. I don't even know if he's gay or not." He thought back to the Vogue magazine. "Forget I ever said that, he's definitely gay."

"So what's the problem?" She asked, walking up beside him to refill her wine glass.

"I don't know if he's single."

"Then find out! His voice is just… dreamy!" Kurt grinned.

"I know right? He's a songwriter." Rachel gasped, grabbing a towel and whacking Kurt on the arm between words.

"You- are- going- to- ask- him- out!" She yelled. She tossed the dish towel aside. "Or at least go in and say you're going to just sit at a table and work on your novel or something. Start up a conversation. Find out if he's single." Kurt chewed the inside of his lip.

"Rachel, I can't date right now. The media will be all over me in seconds." She paused for a moment.

"Wait, he's not some star struck gay mega fan, is he?" Kurt shook his head.

"He asked me what my name was." Kurt didn't know it was possible, but Rachel's smile got even bigger.

"Come on, just find out more about him. Please? Besides, the sooner you're taken, the sooner Bobby will stop bugging me about whether you're single or not." Kurt raised an eyebrow, setting down the washcloth in his hand.

"Cute chorus guy Bobby?" She groaned, shoving her shoulder into Kurt's.

"I refuse to let you date Bobby. He's my friend." Kurt rolled his eyes.

"You dated my brother."

"Well that's different!"

"Oh really, now? Enlighten me."

"I was dating Finn long before he was your brother. I was dating Finn when you still had a crush on him!" Kurt slung the wet washcloth through the air, splattering Rachel with lasagna water.

"Don't you EVER bring that up EVER again, do you understand me Rachel Berry?" She screeched, throwing her hands up into surrender. She giggled, leaning her head on her best friend's shoulder.

"Just go to the coffee shop tomorrow. You don't have to work, right? Just go. Have fun. Get some writing done. If you end up with a date, great. If he's taken, you can always try again after I help you murder his boyfriend." Kurt laughed and shook his head at her tactics.

"Fine." Rachel hopped up and squealed, clapping her hands.

oOo

Kurt looked around the corner once before slipping into the coffee shop. He looked behind the counter, noticing Blaine wasn't there, and ordered a coffee. With the warm mug in his hand, he slid into a seat in the corner and set up his laptop. Within minutes, he fingers were already speeding across the keyboard. He glanced up when the bells above the door rang, recognizing the man with dark curls.

Blaine was wearing a grey t-shirt and jeans, with a pink checkered shirt thrown over his shoulders. He had on a pair of bright pink sunglasses, making Kurt chuckle once before going back to his writing. Blaine smiled at the sight of Kurt and walked over, sliding into the seat across the table.

"You're not in your work outfit." Kurt said, not looking up from his screen.

"I don't work today, but I had a feeling you'd be here." Blaine slid into the seat across the table.

"Oh really? And what made you think that?" Kurt saved his work and closed his laptop. Blaine winked.

"You know you couldn't resist." Kurt gasped and placed his hand over his heart in mock sarcasm.

"Well I'll have you know that I actually hate you, and only came for the coffee."

"I never said anything about me, but that's good to know." Kurt's cheeks reddened.

"I listened to the CD."

"You did? What did you think?"

"I loved it. David 'Warbler' has an amazing voice. Although, I have to admit," Kurt smirked. "The one singing Man Who Can't Be Moved should have gotten more solo time." Kurt winked and picked up his coffee cup. Blaine's lips slowly turned up into a grin.

"Hey, I wanted to ask you something." Kurt smiled.

"Shoot."

"I was wondering if you wanted to see a movie with me tonight."

oOo

Special shout out to my wonderful beta, Musicality95! She's amazing! :) I will try and update every week, but that's no promise considering how busy my life is.

Arrivederci, i miei cuccioli.

-Ayla