A/N: Hello peeps.
This story will consist of a series of one-shots describing different ways Kurt & Blaine met. AU of course. T for language.
Chapter One: Delta Airlines
"Yes dad… yupp… I'll see you in a couple hours. Yes… okay. Love you too, dad. Yepp. Bye."
Kurt hung up and pocketed his phone before taking another step forward on line. He was going back to Lima for spring break and he really couldn't wait. His family and friends were patiently waiting for his arrival so that they could catch up—something he hadn't been able to do in almost eight months when he left to start his junior year at NYADA.
The line was moving slowly as the employees scanned boarding passes and granted the passengers entrance. Kurt was about four people away from getting on the plane himself when his phone rang again. This time it was step-brother Finn.
"Hey Finn, I'm literally seconds away from getting on the plane—"
"I just wanted to ask a question. You're still baking the brownies right? Because I promised my roommates at Ohio State that I'd bring some back after the break."
"And this couldn't wait until I got home because?"
A certain hazel eyed, curly haired, college junior was a few steps behind Kurt waiting to board the Delta Airlines plane as well when he heard a sing-song voice that got his attention. He looked up to see the back of a boy's head; his hair was a chestnut color and was perfectly styled. He held the phone to his ear with a hand that looked incredibly soft and gentle and flawless; a creamy complexion. Blaine stepped over in line a bit, hoping that maybe this guy would turn around and he could see his face, but no such luck. What he did see was an outfit that consisted of red skinny jeans, a short sleeved incredibly fitted white button up and a black vest, complete with shin high white Dr. Marten boots and black trim. Blaine looked down at his flight clothes and felt a bit underdressed. He had on a navy blue hoodie and matching sweatpants from Hollister, finished off by a white pair of Adidas with navy blue stripes.
The boy hung up his phone as he handed the boarding pass to the Delta employee who politely took it and gave him an 'enjoy your flight' greeting. Blaine made it his business to match a face to the alluring voice he heard earlier.
….
Kurt immediately regretted not booking his ticket earlier as soon as he saw how crowded the plane was. He could've at least got a first class ticket and wouldn't have to deal with practically having a stranger in his lap.
As the third year NYADA student reached up put his carry on in the overhead unit, Blaine stepped into the aisle and was grateful that he spotted him as early as he did. Kurt had just finished tippy toeing to put his bag as far back as possible. He always had a fear that sometime during the flight the bags would just fall down onto everyone's heads. Blaine was blessed with a side view of the boy's face though… but it still wasn't enough. His angled nose was perfect and his cherry lips were curved into a smile as he greeted the lady he was about to sit next to, but Blaine wanted to get a close up view. Though there were seats where he stood, he forced his way through the aisle to the one directly in front of this beautiful mysterious boy.
Blaine didn't immediately look back to see Kurt when he got to his seat in attempt to not appear as desperate as he actually was. He first tossed his North Face backpack into the overhead compartment and pulled his hoodie over his head, leaving him in a crisp white t-shirt. Kurt happened to look up from the book he was reading when the curly haired boy pulled off his sweater, revealing a tight shirt that hugged muscular tanned arms. He got a glimpse of the boy's face and he was really, really attractive. Then the boy looked at him with quirked eyebrows and Kurt looked back down at his book. No need for some straight guy that apparently felt the need to take off his clothes on a plane to get enraged at him for staring and then go off on an 'I want a refund because no one said there would be gays' rampage.
When Blaine noticed the pretty boy looking at him, he inwardly smiled. Outwardly though, he feigned innocence. The coiffed porcelain toned boy had averted his eyes back to his book in a totally uninterested way afterwards and it caught Blaine off guard. He took off his shirt for nothing.
Deciding that he was probably now staring at this kid now, with good reason he thought, Blaine decided to get his music out and sit in his seat. As he put on his large headphones and went through a playlist, he realized just how uncomfortable the seat he was in was. The person in front of his was practically jammed against his kneecaps. Blaine did the logical thing and adjusted his own chair so that he had room to move his legs a little bit. His neighbor, a man about seventy something years old, had already begun falling asleep.
Kurt focused on his novel as the other passengers settled in around him. It was one in Oprah's Book Club and he realized the woman was brilliant because the book he was reading was really captivating. Before he could start the next chapter he felt the seat in front of him slide back and knock into his legs. He looked up to see the curly hair of the Delta Airlines stripper lounging back in the seat, huge headphone on and apparently not a care in the world. Kurt rolled his eyes. There was no way was he sitting on a two and change hour flight balled up like a piece of paper.
"Excuse me." Kurt said before realizing the boy couldn't hear him with his huge headphones on. He tapped him on the shoulder a few times instead.
Blaine turned around surprised that the beautiful man had touched him. It wasn't exactly in the way he imagined but it was a start.
"Yes?" he asked indifferently.
"I'm sorry to interrupt you," Kurt started off politely, but Blaine remembered the way he disregarded his whole 'pulling my sweater off slowly and dramatically for you' act earlier and felt like he didn't need to be nice to a guy who couldn't appreciate free eye candy. "But I'm kind of bunched up back here," Kurt continued.
The curly haired boy looked at him obviously before answering. "Then fix your seat."
Kurt turned around to see the passenger behind him. A 6 foot 5, three hundred plus pound man sat there contently eating yogurt and Kurt didn't even entertain the thought of trying to move his own chair back. He instead turned to face the ridiculously hot… shit, stop it Kurt! the ridiculously annoying passenger in front of him.
"That's not really an option."
Blaine rolled his eyes and faced front, scooting his chair up a quarter of an inch.
Kurt stared at the back of his head in disbelief. What the hell was this guy's problem? He could feel his legs starting to go numb and he decided enough was enough. He paid for a ticket just like everyone else on this stupid plane.
Tap, tap, tap.
"Yes?" Blaine answered exasperatedly once he turned to face the boy again. He felt himself staring at his gorgeous blue and green eyes surrounded by perfect lashes and shook his head. How could someone with eyes that pretty reject his body?
"I'm very uncomfortable so please move up a little."
"So I'm supposed to suffer for you? It's tight up here too you know. This isn't the borderline between spacious seating and linen closet seating."
Kurt scoffed. What an ass. "You don't have to have an attitude. I was asking you nicely."
"Is there a problem?" the flight attendant questioned, looking rather concerned. There were a few passengers looking their way angrily and Kurt couldn't really blame them. He and this curly haired asshole were pretty loud.
"Please tell me there is somewhere else to sit. I can hardly move my legs." Kurt stated politely.
The lady nodded with a smile. "Yes sir, there's one more seat towards the middle, please follow me."
Kurt nodded as he stood up as best he could, grabbing his book and reaching overhead to get his messenger bag before he said goodbye to the nice lady sitting next to him. He looked back to curly and rolled his eyes.
Blaine shrugged.
He shrugged, but he did watch him walk away, staring at the way his hips rocked from side to side. He felt remotely idiotic for how all of that went but maybe it wasn't meant to be. Blaine placed his headphones back on and turned the music up loud, allowing his eyes to close.
….
The plane had landed and Kurt had walked over to arrivals, quickly finding the baggage claim area. He pulled out his cell to send a quick text to his family telling them he had landed and smirked at Finn's reply of 'yay brownies!'
It wasn't long before he noticed the jerk from the plane waiting for his bags too. Said jerk was staring right at him, not even trying to hide the fact that he was openly observing his body. Kurt rolled his eyes away momentarily before he considered the fact that the curly haired ass might be gay. He shook the thought away, telling himself that it was probably his imagination wanting someone to look at him that way. It had been a while after all. Kurt tried not to dwell on it, all until he looked up once more and curly jerk was staring at him again. This time Kurt raised an eyebrow and peered back obviously, letting him know that he was caught ogling him. Curly jerk didn't seem to care as he let his eyes rake over Kurt once more before rolling his eyes away and turning his iPod off. Kurt decided he'd leave the weirdo be and look for his luggage.
It was about five minutes later when he noticed that curly jerk had his bags and was wheeling them away. Kurt thought to himself 'finally!' but couldn't deny that he wished he could peek up and catch him staring again. He was maybe a little sexy. Something to look at.
Kurt's Louis Vuitton suitcases came by and he pulled them both up and out, shouldering his messenger bag tighter and pulling his things out of the terminal. He couldn't wait to get home, and the only thing he needed to do now was find a cab.
"Taxi!" a man shouts.
Well that was easy.
As Kurt hurried over to put his bag in the trunk, someone else's suitcase flied in at the same time his did. He turned around to see curly jerk ignoring him and adjusting his luggage in the trunk of the taxi as if he wasn't even standing there.
"I was here first!" Kurt shouted, not sure why he was letting himself be so affected by this guy.
"No you weren't." Curly jerk answered shortly. "I was here first."
Kurt ignored him and threw his second and last suitcase in. "Please go away. There are plenty of other cabs here."
"All the way at the end of the terminal." Blaine responded as he noticed the way the boy's beautiful eyebrows furrowed when he was angry. This guy was sexy. And while yet again he had another opportunity to do things right, things were falling downhill.
"What's your point?" Kurt questioned with folded arms. There was no way he was moving. He had every reason to believe this guy was fucking with him after what happened on the plane.
"My point is that it's far and if you know there are cabs down there you should go."
"Time is money, gentleman. Let's put a move on it!" the driver shouted.
Blaine stared at the styled man and shrugged when neither of them showed interest in moving their things.
"I guess we're sharing then."
"Over my dead body." Kurt answered with a scowl.
Curly jerk smiled with the shake of his head as he closed the trunk and worked his way over to the left side of the cab. Kurt couldn't believe it. How could this trip get any worse than it was.
Maybe I shouldn't ask that, he thought as he got into the other side of the cab.
Curly jerk was telling the driver his address when he got in and the man turned to Kurt expectantly waiting for his address. Kurt gave it to him as the motorist looked at a $100 bill in his hand before shrugging and pulling off.
There wasn't even twenty seconds of quiet in the cab before curly jerk was talking. Kurt rolled his eyes.
"So we might as well get to know each other since we're back here right?"
"Not really," Kurt responded, staring down at his cell phone. He tended to go on fashion blogs when he felt stressed.
He was on a fashion blog.
Blaine smiled at his response. "Would it help if I apologized for earlier?"
"You should apologize because you were an ass, not because we're sharing a cab ride that you hope to make less awkward."
"Well," Blaine started as he glanced to the adorable bitchy boy next to him. He probably wouldn't try with anyone else that had this guy's attitude but this one was different. He actually liked the stranger more because of his attitude… not to mention that outfit… or his eyes … and don't get him started on his lips. "I don't think it's fair that you wanted me to be scrunched up for you."
Kurt scoffed. "I didn't want you scrunched up; I just wanted a little space! How much could you need anyway? You're like four feet tall."
The driver snorted and Blaine glared at him before turning his attention back to the boy next to him.
"You're really mean."
Kurt ignored him, though he did feel bad. A few minutes passed and he finally looked up from his phone to see curly jerk staring out the window.
"Sorry." he said sincerely.
Curly jerk nodded, but continued to look out the window.
Kurt pocketed his cell phone and closed his eyes, hoping to relax a bit. He didn't want to show up at home all upset and bothered. Burt Hummel could read him like a book.
"So what's your name?" Blaine asked after a couple minutes of deciding whether or not he should take this any further. He was sure the boy hated him and—
"Kurt."
Oh.
"Yours?" Kurt continued.
"Blaine." he answered with a smile. "Are you from New York or Ohio?"
"Ohio, but I live in New York. Just here visiting friends and family."
Blaine nodded. "Me too. I live in Queens now but I'm originally from Westerville."
Kurt smiled and all the nonsense they had went through earlier was seemingly forgotten in this moment. "Hmm, that isn't too far from Lima where I grew up. I live in Queens too… in Flushing."
"Rego Park." Blaine answered with a grin. "How have I never seen you?"
Kurt laughed a bit as he looked away briefly before returning his gaze to curly je—Blaine, and speaking once more. "How can you be sure you've never seen me?"
"I'd remember if I ever saw you."
Before Kurt knew what was happening he was blushing at this guy's words. He could feel golden eyes boring through his skin expectantly but he didn't trust his voice to speak. Thankfully, Blaine spoke again.
"We should probably change that when we get back to New York."
"You think so?" Kurt responded flirtatiously. He glanced up at Blaine and saw a genuine smile, not a stupid smirk or any of the other faces he happened to throw Kurt's way that day. It was warm and different and shit… this guy was gorgeous.
"Yeah," Blaine answered. "You seem cool and I'm a really nice guy, believe it or not. So you should think about it."
They spent the rest of the ride getting to know each other. They talked about high school and Blaine told him he goes to Adelphi now in Long Island. They talked about what they do back in New York and their families and hobbies… even pets. Before they knew it, the driver had pulled up at Blaine's parents place and it was time to say goodbye.
"Well. This is me." He trailed off momentarily trying to find a way to slip in the possibility of doing this again… just not in a cab. "So do you think we'll see each other again?"
Kurt's cheek tinted a light pink as he smiled. "If it's meant to be then I guess we will."
Blaine nodded as he reached out for the boy's hand. Kurt gladly accepted and they shared a pretty long, touchy, handshake. "I'll keep my eyes open for you when I'm back in New York."
Kurt smiled and they said goodbye. Blaine got his things out the trunk before heading up to a luxurious house that Kurt didn't fail to notice.
The driver pulled off, heading towards Kurt's place now. The blue eyed boy threw his head against the headrest and exhaled.
"Why didn't you guys just exchange numbers?" the driver questioned obviously.
Kurt smiled. Now he felt stupid. "Good question. How much is this going to be?" he asked as he reached into a Louis Vuitton wallet.
"Oh don't worry about it. Blaine paid for the both of you."
….
The reunion with the family was great. Burt was being his usual overprotective self, asking all the questions like 'boyfriend?' and 'boyfriend?' and other questions like that. Carole was amazing as usual and cooked a wonderful meal for his homecoming. Finn was doing really well with football and grades, and everyone was glad to hear that Kurt was on track to graduate with a paid internship. Both boys were making their parents proud.
Kurt couldn't help but think about Blaine at times though. It was really ridiculous.
Finn came to sit next to his step-brother on the couch.
"So bro, are we bowling or clubbing tonight?"
Kurt laughed out loud. "Oh please. I'm not shoving my fingers into bacteria holes."
"Well I can tell you're thinking about something pretty heavy. Or someone." Finn wiggled his eyebrows up and down and Kurt stared at him blankly. "It's a good way to get your mind off things."
"I'll do whatever you guys want to do."
"Okay. Santana already has a spot to party at tonight so I guess we can do that." Finn shrugged, sipping on some warm milk Kurt prepared for him.
"Sounds like a plan."
….
Blaine, Wes, David, Jeff, and Nick entered a club they dragged Blaine to because he 'looked like a lost puppy.'
Blaine couldn't help it though. Kurt was on his mind ever since he first got out of that cab. He wished he could've gotten his number or something… but he didn't think Kurt would really give it to him. He did behave like an ass.
"Alcohol, bro?" Nick asked when he noticed Blaine ignoring the vibrant, loud, alive surroundings of the party around them. He must've had it bad to ignore a party this amazing.
"Nah, I'm good."
"Well come help me get everyone else's drinks." The former Warbler responded, dragging his friend over to the crowded bar.
It wasn't even a minute before Blaine saw him sitting there at the bar, a straw to his lip as he sipped on something from a martini glass. Kurt was here.
Jesus really loved Blaine, he was sure of it.
"I'll be back, Nick."
Nick turned to watch his friend running off. "Blaine, what the hell man?"
Blaine slowly approached the perfectly styled man at the bar, trying to stop himself from behaving like a fool because he was extremely happy right now. Kurt hadn't noticed him approaching, but all of his girlfriends didn't miss him at all.
"I didn't take you for an appletini man."
Kurt turned around at the familiar voice with a ridiculously wide grin on his face.
"Blaine! What the… are you stalking me?"
"Yes. Dance with me?"
"Hello! Who are you?"
Kurt facepalmed. Rachel, Santana, Tina, and Mercedes all surrounded them quickly. Blaine looked a little caught off guard but realized they must be here with Kurt.
"Hi ladies. My name is Blaine."
"How do you know our boy?" Santana and Mercedes said at the same time. Blaine smiled and glanced back to the boy he fancied.
"We met today, actually. On a flight from NY."
"Okay going to dance bye now!" Kurt shouted as he grabbed Blaine by the hand and led him to the middle of the dance floor. The curly haired boy smiled because he had yet another chance to make this right and there was no way he was messing it up now.
Kurt had him in a trance as soon as he started to dance against him. Blaine pulled him a little closer and did a few moves of his own that made Kurt smile. He didn't think this guy would have such smooth moves.
A song later and Kurt was turned around with his back against Blaine's chest. His hips were moving into Blaine seductively and it took the hazel eyed man all he had not get a class A boner. He started to think about this six foot five, three hundred pound plus guy he saw at baggage claim earlier. It helped a little.
"So how long are you staying in Ohio?" Kurt shouted over the music.
"Another week. You?"
"A little over a week." Kurt replied.
Blaine threw all reserve away at this point and began grinding into him because Kurt's ass caressing his groin outweighed the three hundred pound gorilla man any day. Blaine placed a hand on the taller boy's hip as he continued to talk.
"We should probably hang out here a few times before we head back to New York because that's a bit of a wait."
"True." Kurt nodded.
They danced a few more songs before heading over to the bar again. Blaine's friends were smiling at him as they mingled with Kurt's, their hands holding two thumbs up. He rolled his eyes at every last one of them, especially Nick who was making kissy faces.
"So you're not going to stand me up after this right?" Blaine whispered into the ears of the beautiful boy next to him. He felt Kurt giggle a little.
"You make it hard for people to stand up at all with their legs all mangled."
Blaine laughed out loud. "I'm really sorry about that."
He watched as Kurt bit his lip before taking a sip of his diet coke. He turned to Blaine with a smirk.
"I won't stand you up. Now let's go dance some more."
A/N: Hope you liked it! Up next... Mercedes works at a video store where she's often trolled by three silly private school boys, one of them happening to be Blaine. Kurt gets a job there and then things get interesting.
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