Disclaimer: I don't own Glee

The title of the story is inspired from my favorite movie Moulin Rouge.

Which also inspired this story.

So I don't own Moulin Rouge.

Warning(s): Sexual Assault, Drug use, Self-Harm, Eating Disorders, language, AU.

Finn and Rachel have never met (yet).

Description: Blaine, an aspiring artist, is new to New York. When he meets a famous model Kurt Hummel he soon finds there is more behind a beautiful face.

I just wanted to write a story with innocent artist Blaine and messed up Kurt.

All mistakes are mine.

Rachel Berry jumped up from the couch as soon as she heard that knock on the door. She had spent all day fixing up the house and hated sitting around. She quickly opened up the door; her best friend Blaine greeted her with a smile. She let out a squeal of joy and embraced the man in a hug.

"I'm so happy you're here!" She giggled. She was on cloud nine with happiness, Blaine could tell. She moved back and let Blaine walk in carrying his bags. "I've been waiting all day to see you. Did you have a nice flight?"

"Yes, actually." Blaine chuckled. "I specifically enjoyed the first class tickets you sent me."

"One of the perks of making it on broadway." Rachel smiled with her head held high. Blaine forgot how much he had missed her gigantic brown eyes and that radiant smile.

"I always knew you'd make it." Blaine pulled her into a hug. "But the part of Maria in West Side Story? That's amazing Rachel, you deserve it." Blaine could see the tears welling up in Rachel's eyes.

"Yes," Rachel sniffed. She wiped the stray tear from her cheek. "I'll help you get settled in."

Blaine nodded and looked around the house. Everything was squeaky clean; that was something you'd actually expect from Rachel. There was various pictures of Rachel and her castmates. There was one single picture of Rachel and a man; the man had his hand very close to Rachel's butt and they were gazing at each other.

"Who's the guy, Rach?" Blaine asked.

Rachel peeked her head into the living room from the bedroom she was sorting out for Blaine. "Oh, that man?" She blushed. "That's Jessie St. James, he got the role of Tony... he's also my boyfriend."

"The guest room is quite close to your room. I'm not going to hear certain noises, when I'm trying to go to bed, am I?" Blaine winked at Rachel. He watched as the realization of what he said crossed her face.

"Oh my goodnes, Blaine!" Rachel gasped. She grabbed ahold of the pillow she was going to lay on the guest bed and threw it at Blaine. "You are such a pervert!" She giggled.

"Yeah, I know." He admitted. Blaine walked over to Rachel and peeked his head into his new room. It included a king size bed, a desk, and a lot of wall space. "Cool I have some room for my paintings."

"Speaking of your paintings, am I going to see any?" Rachel questioned.

Blaine rolled his eyes. "But of course." He smiled. He walked over to the wall by the front door where a particularly large bag was setting. He gently picked up the bag and sat on the couch, motioning Rachel to sit next to him. Rachel gently sat next to him, crossing her legs. Blaine unzipped the bag and pulled out a canvas.

Rachel looked in astonisment at the painting on the canvas. A small, blonde, girl about the age of three. She was squating in front of a tree, picking a single sunflower. "It-It's amazing." Rachel stuttered. "Who's the little girl.

Blaine blushed, and ducked his head sheepishly. "I don't know truthfully. I would always sit at the park though, looking for something to sketch. I saw this little girl, who's mother would always bring her to the park. The little girl was very quiet, so she didn't really talk to many people. But she would always look for flowers to pick."

"Wow." Rachel whispered.

"Sadly, I think her mother got suspicious so I had to paint her as I remembered her." Blaine sighed.

"It's still amazing." Rachel smiled. She leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to Blaine's cheek.

"You gained three pounds, Porcelain." Sue Sylvester tsked. She recorded it on her clients chart; eyeing him as he slowly stepped off the scale, a look of dismay on his face.

The boy, was Kurt Hummel. To New York, though, he was Kurt Hummel the model. Not that he thought he deserved to be labled with such royalty; the reason for that was his agent was Sue Sylvester. Sue Sylvester didn't pick her clients easily. She demanded perfection. If Sue Sylvester picked you, you were perfect.

"I don't understand... I'm on a diet and everything." Kurt studdered. He watched wearily as Sue Sylvester circled him. She leaned over and gently pinched the skin on his too skinny hips. "I'm trying really hard." He whispered.

"Listen Sweet Porcelain. I picked you because I saw a fairly tall young man with flawless skin, and a sweet face." She whispered in Kurt's ear. She turned him around to face the mirror. "When I saw you in person I knew you were the one. You were skinny, with long legs. Just what I need. Don't let yourself go, work harder."

"Okay, I'll work harder." Kurt whispered. He gently smiled at his reflection.

Sue patted his shoulder and pushed him to the exit. "Make sure you send Jeremiah in here; also I want to see some weight off that body by next week, shoo."

Kurt nodded, and walked outside the studio. He could have screamed once he left what Sue calls the fatty corner. He soon found Santana and Brittany talking to Jeremiah; he approached them. "Jeremiah, Sue is ready for you." Kurt mumbled.

Jeremiah took a deep breath and nodded, gently smiling at Brittany. He walked into Sue's office and Kurt let out a sigh. He plopped on the seat next to Brittany.

"What's wrong with you, sweetcheeks?" Santana raised an eyebrow.

"I gained three freaking pounds that's what!" Kurt snapped. He quickly sent and apologetic look when he saw the look of distaste on Santana's face. "Ever since I dropped out of college, this is the only thing I have going for me."

"Why don't you come over and we can figure something out together." Brittany offered. She gently rubbed Kurt's knee. "I mean maybe, we could go out tonight."

Kurt smiled a bit, "That sounds nice actually."

Kurt is pretty damaged, you will soon find this out.

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