Hey, here's a new story idea I thought of. I hope you'll like it, it will be a multi chapter, I'm think probably around 5. Let me know what you think!

-I own nothing from Glee!

Kurt rushed through the crowds, tying his scarf just a little tighter to ward off the late December air. He loved working for Vogue, and even as he thought it, he got chills down his arms because he, Kurt Hummel, worked for VOGUE! And while it was a dream come true to know that he brought the latest and newest trends to fashionable people all over the country, he still hated that his office was located a mere two blocks from the Empire State Building; read: tourist trap.

Not a moment went by where he didn't have to bob and weave through groups of camera wielding sightseers, and he couldn't spare one moment of concentration on his pathway, or he'd ram right into some man or woman who decided to stop right in the middle of the sidewalk to stare up at the buildings or check the map on their phones.

He was a fast walker, an acclimated New Yorker after seven years in the city, but it always took a good three blocks before he could really start moving, before the sidewalk congestion began to clear and everyone was walking with a purpose.

Kurt also always chose to walk the few extra blocks to the 23rd street station to take the 1 train uptown so that the station was less crowded with groups and families staring up at the signs and clogging the walkways. He made the move from Brooklyn to 72nd street in the Upper West Side almost a year ago, after having been working at the magazine for two years and having saved enough to live in a neighborhood where his daily alarm clock wasn't the made from the siren of a police car. Rachel, as it turned out, was doing quite well as Christine in The Phantom of the Opera on Broadway, and funnily enough, lived with her boyfriend in the West Village who just happened to be the Phantom. Kurt rolls his eyes thinking of his best friend, having heard the "hilarious" story about how she had met Greg and began dating him four months prior to them being cast as the leads together. He was happy for her, but she told this story to everyone.

Kurt felt his phone buzz as he was walking down the stairs to the train, and frowned knowing he was about to lose service. He looked at the screen, smiling when he saw it was a text message from Scott, the digital assistant whose office was down the hall from Kurt's and who he was positive was going to ask him out at any moment. The two had been having flirty conversations all over the office, and after happy hour the previous week, when Scott and Kurt talked in a corner for two hours and ignored their co-workers, he was just waiting for the moment.

Kurt swiped his metro card as he was opening the text but suddenly his boot caught something and he was falling forward, his cellphone thrown out of his hand and across the subway's cement floor.

"Ow." Was all that came out when he finally felt able to start moving.

"Yea, well maybe you should watch where you're going then so you don't just step on people." An annoyed voice said.

Kurt looked towards what, whom, he tripped on and quickly jumped up, retrieving his phone.

"I'm so sorry, I'm usually better at not walking and looking at my phone, are you ok?" He looked at the homeless man who was sitting on the floor, his hair and beard mangled, and his clothes, dirty, ripped, and too thin for the cold weather. The man was staring at his thin ankle, having pulled up the leg of his sweatpants, staring where Kurt's boot had actually left a good size indentation that was already starting to bruise, "Shit, look I'm really sorry."

"Yea, well," he was rubbing his leg, seemingly less annoyed as though this happened on occasion, "Just watch yourself next time." The man looked up and Kurt's breath was knocked out of him, he felt like he was about to faint. Staring up at him were wide with shock hazel eyes that told Kurt that he wasn't wrong about who he was looking at.

"Blaine?" His name came out in a barely there whisper, and nausea that had nothing to do with the smell coming off of his ex-boyfriend, started rolling through him.

"Kurt," Blaine looked down at his hands, "I uh…"

"What are you doing here?" He interrupted.

Blaine huffed out a miserable laugh, "Trying to sleep?"

He looked up and when he noticed that Kurt wasn't even smiling, he dropped his smile and looked down again.

Kurt stared at him, Blaine, the boy he had loved, the boy who had been his best friend, the boy he hadn't thought about since he decided to cut him out of his life after he cheated on him. Isabelle had tried to make Kurt talk to Blaine, to at least forgive him so that Kurt could move on, but it was never something that had interested him, Blaine was a cheater and there was nothing left to that story. Of course it had taken him probably twice as long to move on as it would have if he just listened to Isabelle, but eventually Kurt did move on, stopped feeling the urge to ask about Blaine every time he saw someone from back home, and eventually he convinced him self he was better off.

Looking at Blaine now, he's never felt more disgusted with himself. Sure Blaine was an idiot, and sure Kurt has no idea why Blaine is currently sleeping in a subway station, apparently homeless, but Blaine was his soul mate at one point, his first love, hell first everything, and he has no idea what kind of hardship this boy has gone through to end up here.

Kurt cleared his throat a little and Blaine's eye shot up to his, but then seemed to have difficulty maintaining eye contact.

"How umm…how are you?"

Blaine laughed in that same miserable way, "I've been better… god this is embarrassing," he mumbled, though Kurt caught it, "What are the odds, huh?"

"Yea…" his words fell off and Kurt realized he had no idea what to say.

Blaine rubbed the back of his neck like he had always done when he was nervous, "Well…um, you better get going, you've probably missed like five trains…I'm sure you wanna get…um, home."

Kurt stared at him for a second and knew he couldn't leave him out here, "You can come if you want."

Blaine looked up but still didn't really look into Kurt's eyes, "What?"

"Yea," He felt more confident in his decision, this wasn't just some homeless man he was taking home, this was Blaine…and jeeze that sounded strange in his head, Blaine was homeless, "Yea, come with me, I'll make some dinner, you can get cleaned up, we can catch up, I have a futon with your name on it," he smiled maybe a little too brightly.

Blaine just sighed, looking down again, "I appreciate that, but no thanks."

"Oh." He stared at him for a moment, "May I ask why not?"

"Listen Kurt, it's been…what, like six years?"

"Seven." It popped out before he even made the decision to say it.

Blaine nodded, looking up, "Fine, seven years. I appreciate that you feel bad, or whatever, but you don't even know me anymore. I could be a serial killer for all you know, I'm just…no thanks." He shook his head.

Kurt stared at him for a moment, feeling the anger he felt all those years ago, hearing the, I needed you and you weren't there again, the blame. He felt all those feelings again and just huffed, "Fine." He said before walking away.

He got about five feet before he stopped, because he was about to punish Blaine for something that happened seven years ago, in the same way that he would have done it seven years ago. Kurt wasn't that young boy anymore, and though it was true that he didn't know Blaine anymore, he was still someone special to him. He turned around and marched back up to him.

"No."

Blaine opened his eyes, surprised; he had leaned his head against the wall and closed them when Kurt had walked away, "no?"

Kurt nodded, "Yea…no."

"No what?"

"I'm not leaving without you, Blaine."

He sighed again, as though Kurt just didn't understand what he was saying, "Please Kurt…please just go."

Kurt looked at the ground, looked at his pants, then rolled his eyes because he had already been on the floor when he fell and sat down next to Blaine, before scooting a little away because boy he stank.

"What are you doing?" Blaine's eyes were wide again.

"I told you, I'm not leaving without you."

"It's not safe here for you, Kurt." He looked down at his hands again.

"And it's safe for you?" He watched Blaine's face, saw his jaw clench slightly.

"No," He said quietly, followed by an equally quiet, "But I'm used to it."

He didn't answer for a moment, thinking over his approach, "Listen, I get that you don't want to see me, or whatever, but please, just do this one thing for me. Come to my apartment, have some food, get cleaned up, and sleep there, just tonight…I just need to know that you're ok, even just for one night."

Blaine finally looked into his eyes, and Kurt was surprised by how much he could tell Blaine had changed just by the hardness to his gaze.

"Just tonight?"

Kurt smiled a little, "Just tonight."

Blaine bit his lip and looked out ahead of him.

"Please?" Kurt pushed a little.

Another moment passed and then, "ok."

He smiled and quickly rose from the ground, wiping off his jeans as he did. Blaine gathered his things, a plastic bag of what looked like clothes and a medium sized brown box that caught Kurt's suspicion, and then looked to Kurt.

"So?"

He stared for a minute then realization that Blaine had no idea where they were going hit him, "Oh!" He jumped and turned in a full circle out of nervousness, "Right, ok, we're taking the 1 uptown."

"You're sure about this?" He asked before Kurt could begin to lead them.

"Positive." He smiled.

The two boys walked, making quite the pair, one in all designer clothes, groomed to the tee, the other dressed in layered hand me downs that still allowed the cold air to seep into his bones and obviously past due for a bath.

Kurt smiled when Blaine closed his eyes once they entered the warmth of the train, he had been able to see his small frame shaking from the cold. As they his what must have been a station with Wi-Fi, Kurt felt his forgotten phone vibrate in his pocket, however with Blaine sitting next to him, he couldn't be bothered to check it.

Let me know if you liked it and if I should continue!