A/N: This is officially the 5th story I have attempted to write since I finished, There's a Fine, Fine Line. I'm not even sure if I'll post this...however if you are reading it, I did

Warning, if you aren't a fan of serendipity, then stop reading.

Nothing but Good Friends

As soon as Kurt graduated from Ohio State, he packed his bags, said goodbye to his friends and family and headed for his dream. Kurt had stayed in Lima, near his father, because to be honest, he couldn't bear to leave him. However, the day he graduated his father took him in his arms, kissed his head, and whispered in his ear, two simple words. And with that New York was officially waiting for him. Packing his car, he drove the miles it took and found himself in the city of lights. He rented out a dumpy little apartment, which was repulsive, but essentially part of the dream and began looking for work. He eventually found a job as a bartender(yes, Kurt Hummel was finally old enough to drink), which obviously wasn't dream, but was the perfect night time job that allowed Kurt to still search for the dream during the day time.

The dream, that momentarily (when Brian Ryan visited McKinley) Kurt lost. However Kurt's attempts to achieve the dream were in process and the shitty apartment and his night time job were just some of the stepping stones.

A show. The main part of his dream. A show where Kurt starred and shined. A show where Kurt would finally fully be appreciated for all his hard work and talent.

Getting the show, the dream, was as challenging as Kurt had assumed it would be. But Kurt was many things, talented, fashionable, fabulous and a fighter...and definitely NOT a quitter. So he went to audition after audition, for small roles, big roles, female roles, he even auditioned for a musically entirely done with puppets (which was the most embarrassing audition, the self proclaimed Muppet Baby admitted to Mercedes on the phone after) and did not get a single call back. It was slightly reminiscent of his days as an ensemble remember for the New Directions, where he lost solo after solo to his then enemy(and now best friend) Rachel Berry.

But maybe that was good practice for what Kurt was dealing with now. Sure, not getting a part hurt (not only his confidence and ego but also his wallet), but it made him stronger and more certain that maybe that part just wasn't right for him. Eventually, when everything is right, all the pieces will fall into place, the thought popped into Kurt's head as he pulled his pea coat tighter and trudged down the snow streets to his next audition. He hadn't thought of that phrase in years...Blaine had always told him that, when he struggled with the Warblers, or other aspects of his young life.

'Wow,' Kurt thought, 'I haven't thought about him in years.' It was true. As close as Blaine and Kurt once were, they hadn't seen each other in since Kurt's graduation. Blaine had flown down from California to watch his friend graduate, and then quickly left again in order to write his final exams.

The two stayed in touch as often as they could. They would text, Skype and call, but soon Kurt started College, which made things harder. Their schedules became fuller and they both had other obligations. So eventually their long distance phone calls became fewer, and further apart until they were completely non –existent. It had hurt, Kurt had to admit, to feel as if he was forgotten by someone he considered his best friend, however he was equally to blame. They both had so much going on and the spaces in between them were much harder to ignore than McKinley and Dalton.

Blaine had meant a lot to Kurt. He had been a friend, a mentor and so many other things, and Kurt knew that he had meant as much to Blaine. And although Kurt was an adult now, a confident and proud, man and obviously he no longer needed a mentor, he would be lying to himself if he said a large part of him did not miss the dark haired, green eyed boy who he once believed he was in love with.

Kurt pulled open the door to the theatre and smiled as the memory of the jittery butterflies he would feel in his stomach every time Blaine would look at him, resurrected in his mind. They had ended off as friends, great friends, which Kurt was thankful for. He was not sure how hard it would have been to lose Blaine if he knew how he had felt about him. However part of him always wondered...

"Hi, sweetie. Are you here for the audition?" A friendly female receptionist asked. Kurt grinned at the women and nodded. Handing her his portfolio, she glanced at it quickly before handing it back to him. "They'll call you in a minute. Take a seat." She offered, pointing to the seats behind him. Which he took and began shedding himself of his coat and scarf. "Nervous, honey?"

Kurt had to stifle a laugh at the question. After all the auditions he had done, he no longer knew the meaning of fear or nervousness. Auditioning had become almost as natural as being on stage itself. "Not really." He answered politely. "I love the script, so I'm hopeful." And he was being honest when he said that. The script was simple, but with the right music and lyrics (which he hadn't heard yet) Kurt was sure it would be great.

Kurt was auditioning for the role of Mickey. A boy fresh out of high school who was looking to fall in love, and as cliché as it was, the further he read the script the more he fell in love with the character and his quest for love. He had the perfect song picked out and was feeling confident.

"Next?" A loud voice called from behind the wall that lead to the stage. Kurt stood up, grabbed his sheet music, his portfolio, said goodbye to the receptionist and made his way on stage. The stage lights were slightly dimmed as he strolled on stage and quickly handed his sheet music to the pianist and his portfolio to the director. The seats for the audience were sparely filled with people Kurt assumed had some connection to the protection.

Kurt took his place in center stage and smiled. "I'm Kurt Hummel, and I'll be auditioning for the role of Mickey."

"Monolog first." The director called. So Kurt did as he asked, and did what he believe was a brilliant run-through of one of the character's monologs. As soon as he finished the director requested to hear him sing. Kurt signalled to the pianist and the song began.

"Last week I was walking down the street and met a boy and I said,

'Hey! Maybe I was meant for you.'
But he only shook his head and said 'Goodbye'
He kept on walking down the avenue.
Nobody wants me
I'm mighty blue somehow
Won't someone hear my plea and take a chance with me
Because I'm nobody's baby now."

Kurt knew he killed it. The last note, he knew would have made Judy herself proud. So when the director briefly clapped and told him that they would call him soon. Kurt left the audition feeling pretty damn good.

And needless to say, when Kurt got a call a week later that he landed the part, he wasn't overly surprised but that didn't stop him from dancing around like a moron.

A/N: Chapter one finished...Crap? I'm feeling a little rusty...Let me know if I should keep going, I kind of like the idea for this. Kurt and Blaine will meet again in the next chapter(that is if you guys want it) so let me know! Review, alerts, anything's. Don't be afraid to be honest. I really suck at first chapters lol.