So I don't even know if I'm going to go anywhere with this, but the idea just sort of came to me so I thought I'd give it a try. I have a few thoughts for continuing it, so we'll see. Feedback would be very much appreciated :).


There was the clang of opening doors and Blaine stepped into the elevator, eyes fixed on the package in his hand. It was a thick envelope from The Tisch School of the Arts, containing (or so he had guessed), the course booklet for next year and an assortment of other information.

"Sorry, what floor?" came a high, clear voice that Blaine didn't recognize.

He looked up quickly, his eyes fixing on - God.

Standing on the other side of the elevator, just a few feet a way from him, was the most beautiful boy he had ever seen. Dark brown hair, smooth, pale skin, and eyes that seemed to be having a hard time deciding whether they were blue, gray, or green.

"I - what?" Blaine stammered, momentarily distracted from the envelope.

"What floor?" the boy asked again, gesturing towards the numbers on the elevator panel. "Sorry, first day."

"Oh. Oh! Right, sorry. Uh - 12. Yeah. 12."

The boy nodded and slid the doors shut. There was a jolt, and the elevator started moving upwards.

"So you're new?" Blaine said rather stupidly.

"Yeah," the boy replied. "Summer job," he added.

"Cool," Blaine said, although he was suddenly feeling hotter than usual. "Do you live in New York?"

"I'm from Ohio" - the boy made a face - "but I didn't want to go home for the summer. I just finished my freshman year at NYU."

"You go to NYU?" Blaine yelped (again, rather stupidly).

"Yeah," the boy said, raising his eyebrows slightly. "Why, do you go there too?"

"I -" Blaine held up the envelope. "I'm starting there in the fall. At Tisch."

"Oh, wow. Congratulations."

"You like it?" Blaine asked, right as the elevator lurched to a halt.

"I love it," the boy said, rolling the door open. "Uh - we're here," he prompted when Blaine didn't move.

Blaine blushed. "Oh! Sorry. Thanks." He hurried out of the elevator and turned to look back at the boy. "I'm Blaine, by the way."

"Kurt," the boy said. "I'll remember your floor next time. Promise."

"I'll hold you to that," Blaine replied, astonished by his own ability to come up with a semi-witty response.

As the elevator door closed, Kurt flashed him a slight smile that made his stomach flutter.

Alone in the hallway outside his apartment, Blaine leaned against the door, staring unseeingly at the envelope in his hands.

It seemed he had a bit of a thing for the new elevator boy.

"Shit," he groaned.


"He's gorgeous, Rachel," Kurt gushed into his phone as he crossed the street.

"You know, it's very unprofessional to have a crush on someone you work for, Kurt," Rachel tutted disapprovingly.

Kurt rolled his eyes and made a huffing noise. "I knew I should have called Mercedes."

"Wait! Sorry," Rachel said hurriedly. "Fine," she sighed. "What's he look like?"

Kurt grinned to himself.

"Dark hair, hazel eyes, this perfect mouth - " he paused for a moment, reminiscing. "A bit shorter than I usually go for, but still - God."

"Do you think he's gay?"

Kurt was surprised to realize that he hadn't even thought about that. For some reason, he had just assumed.

"God, I hope so."

Rachel giggled. "And you guys talked?"

"Mm, a bit. He's going to NYU next year."

"Ooh, a younger man," she teased.

"It's only a year!" Kurt cried defensively.

"I'm kidding." There was a beat, and then she said: "You know you could get in a lot of trouble though, Kurt."

Kurt did his best to sound indifferent when he responded. "Relax, it's not like anything's even going to happen."

"I'm just saying."

"Yeah, I know." He sighed. "Look, I'm only a few blocks away from home, so I'll see you soon."

"'Kay, bye."

Kurt clicked "End," on his phone, running through Rachel's words in his head. She was right, of course.

And then he thought back on Blaine's face, his eagerness when he heard that Kurt went to NYU, the way he had blushed slightly (or had Kurt imagined that?) when he introduced himself.

It seemed he had a bit of a thing for the boy from the 12th floor.

"Shit," Kurt groaned.


I know this is super short and super G-rated, but I promise that if I decide to write more there will be plenty of smut (cough elevator sex cough). Just... let me know if you think it's worth continuing. And thanks for reading!