A/N: I'd just like to say that after typing 'tonight' so many times, it might never look the same.

Summary: AU. Famous!Kurt. Knowing me, this may turn into more than one chapter. (Who am I kidding? There will be more more chapters.)

Huge bonus points to anyone who figures out the meaning behind the name of Kurt's line.

Disclaimer at the bottom. Oh and I apologize for any grammar/spelling errors I may have missed, etc.

Kurt sighs in content as the rejuvenating aroma of coffee fills his nostrils. He sighs happily when his mocha slides across his taste buds, warming his throat on its way down. It's nice to be alone for once, without all the clamor being a renown designer brings along. No screaming fans, no paparazzi, no bulky bodyguards. Just quiet and coffee.

On the other side of the cafe, a student sits with his laptop, typing furiously as an idea for his music theory essay hits him. He's in a zone and he plans to take advantage of it while it lasts. As the burst of energy wanes, a noise distracts him. He turns to look out the window and sighs. Men with cameras, which could mean only one thing. Someone famous is sitting somewhere inside his grandfather's deli/coffee shop. Blaine lets out a frustrated sigh. One downside to living in Los Angeles is the amount of paparazzi always lurking around. On the plus side, it could be someone he knows, someone he's a fan of, and this could be a great opportunity to meet said person.

Blaine searches the shop as inconspicuously as possible, hoping to not alert the paparazzi outside that their prey is nearby. He may not be famous (yet), but he knew if he were he would hate to be the center of attention. As his gaze falls across the back left corner of the room, his eyes widen and he nearly gasps aloud.

Sitting there, seemingly enjoy a steaming cup of coffee, is one Kurt Hummel.

Kurt Hummel, founder of the fashion line known as EBC and collaborative designer for brands such as Marc Jacobs and H&M.

Blaine, although no one would guess it of him at first glance, has decently vast knowledge of the fashion world. He reads the newest issue of Vogue faithfully every month, although if he were truthful it's more for the covers than the actual clothes. But he likes looking at the clothes too!

Kurt is the biggest designer to hit international status in years. He's known from LA to New York, from London to Paris to Milan. His success story inspires thousands. He, like Blaine, was bullied horribly in school but he stayed strong and made it out alive. Blaine may or may not (okay he definitely did) have an illegally downloaded file containing Kurt's It Gets Better video.

The man himself could model his line God forbid something happened to one of his regulars. His flawless pale skin, the perfectly styled hair, his deep blue eyes, and the wonderfully lithe form were all pleasing aspects, to say the least. That man is beyond gorgeous, and Blaine has said so multiple times to anyone who will listen.

Remembering his mission, Blaine shakes his head of all extraneous thought and mentally prepares himself for what he's about to do. No fangirling, no squealing, and definitely no rambling, he reminds himself as he stands and walks toward where Kurt still sits.

Once he approaches the table, Blaine's unsure of what to actually say. He hadn't planned that part. Nervously, he clears his throat. When that garners no response he says, "Uh, Mr. Hummel?"

Kurt lifts his eyes from the magazine he'd been immersed in and looks to Blaine. He wears a polite smile but Blaine can see the annoyance flare in his beautiful eyes. "Can I help you?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt," Blaine begins, "but there are some photogs stationed outside and I thought you'd like to know. You know, in case they're here for you or something." The last comment comes out in a mumble, but Blaine stays where he is despite his building embarrassment.

Kurt sighs, throwing up his arms in a show of frustration. "Oh. Damn. And to think I was hoping for a quiet day." He's quickly throwing his magazine into a black satchel, something Blaine knows Kurt takes with him everywhere because it holds some of his designs in progress (and no Blaine does not know this from cyber-stalking Kurt).

"I could take you out through the back way," Blaine offers. At Kurt's raised eyebrow he hurriedly adds, "My grandfather owns this place."

Kurt, finished with packing his belongings, happily replies, "That would be great!"

Blaine smiles because how could he not smile at Kurt's enthusiasm? "I may not be famous, but I know you'd rather not be seen if you can avoid it." Something else Blaine did not learn from watching countless interviews.

As Kurt stands and they turn toward the kitchen, Blaine wonders aloud, "Shouldn't you have a security team?"

"I sent them home to be with their families. They deserved a day off." Kurt chuckles dryly. "I thought I would be better at noticing nuisances, but apparently I was wrong."

"It happens to the best of us."

Kurt laughs. "What are you? A model? A screenwriter?"

Blaine blushes. "Neither. I would like to be a musician though."

Kurt looks him over. "I bet you have an amazing voice. You can sing for me on the way to my car."

Blaine shakes his head. "No, I couldn't do that."

Something hits Kurt in that moment. Is this kid on a date? Is he just being polite, no strings attached? Kurt would hate to disrupt anything... "Are you here on a date?"

Blaine jumps. Why would Kurt ask that? "No..."

Kurt relaxes and mentally cheers. He has no idea why the knowledge of this random boy being single and available makes him so giddy. "Then why won't you sing for me?"

"I wouldn't want to bother you," Blaine responds.

"I've already told you your voice will be phenomenal," Kurt insists. "You will sing for me and that's final."

Remember the rambling Blaine said he would keep under control? Yeah, well that isn't going to work.

"I can't do that. I don't have a song ready and I'm beyond nervous so my voice will be fried. I mean, you're Kurt Hummel. How could I possibly not be nervous to sing for you? Then I'll be a nervous wreck and completely annoy you and you'll hate me and I really don't want you to hate me because I think you're amazing. I mean, you're talented and you have a great sense of humor, and I've seen your old choir videos and your voice is angelic. And honestly, why would you want anything to do with me? I'm nothing - "

"Hey."

Blaine snaps his mouth shut. "Sorry."

"It's okay," Kurt assures with an amused smile. "But listen to me. You are not nothing. You are so much more than that. I know out there somewhere there are people who care about you, whether you know it or not. I've just met you and even I feel a connection to you."

Blaine's heart races. Kurt feels a connection to me?

"Yes, I do." Oops, wasn't supposed to say that out loud. Before he can apologize, Kurt's talking again. "Don't ever let yourself feel like you're worthless, because you're not. We're all here for a reason, whether you believe it to be fate, karma, God's will, or reincarnation." Blaine chuckles a bit because he knows of Kurt's atheist background (again, not from looking up every scrap of information he could find online). Hearing Kurt's voice is alone enough to put a smile on his face.

"Of course," he says when it seems Kurt's waiting for him to speak. "Thank you."

"Now, what will you sing for me?"

Without introduction, Blaine begins to softly sing.

I think you're pretty without any makeup on.

I think you're funny when you tell the punchline wrong.

I knew you got me, when you let your walls come down. Down.

Before you met me, I was alright but things were kind of heavy.

You brought me to life.

Now every February you'll be my Valentine. Valentine.

Let's just talk all through the night.

There's no need to rush.

We can dance until we die.

You and I will be young forever.

Kurt felt his breath leave him. This kid was indeed phenomenal.

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream

The way you turn me on.

I can't sleep.

Let's run away and don't ever look back, don't ever look back.

My heart stops when you look at me.

Just one touch and baby I believe.

This is real.

So take a chance and don't ever look back, don't ever look back.

When you're around my, life's like a movie scene.

I wasn't happy until you became my queen.

I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece.

I'm complete.

All Kurt could think as he listened was: it possible to fall in love with a song?

Let's just talk all through the night.

There's no need to rush.

We can dance until we die,

You and I will be young forever.

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream

The way you turn me on.

I can't sleep.

Let's run away and don't ever look back, don't ever look back.

My heart stops when you look at me.

Just one touch. Now baby I believe.

This is real.

So take a chance and don't ever look back, don't ever.

The way Blaine just effortlessly held and released each note had Kurt completely captivated.

I'ma get your heart racing if that's what you need in this teenage dream tonight.

Let you rest your head on me if that's what you need in this teenage dream tonight.

Tonight...

Tonight...

Tonight.

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream

The way you turn me on.

I can't sleep.

Let's run away and don't ever look back, don't ever look back.

And my heart stops when you look at me.

Just one touch. Now baby I believe.

This is real.

So take a chance and don't ever look back, don't ever.

I'ma get your heart racing if that's what you need in this teenage dream tonight.

Let you rest your head on me if that what's you need in this teenage dream tonight.

Tonight.

Tonight.

Blaine releases a breath once the song comes to a close. There, he'd done it. He sang for Kurt Hummel, one of his idols. And now it was time for the verdict.

"What do you think?" Blaine asks anxiously. He hopes it's something positive.

"You were...," Kurt, at a loss for words, settles for, "beautiful."

Blaine grins, a full-on thousand megawatt 'light up the entire city' grin. "Thank you. That's a huge compliment coming from someone of your standing."

Kurt frowns. They've reached the back door and they're almost to his car. For some reason he doesn't want this moment to end, doesn't want to leave this boy he knows nearly nothing about.

"What's your name? I don't think I asked before."

"Blaine. Blaine Anderson." They shake hands and Blaine revels in the smooth expanse of Kurt's skin and the pleasant shiver it sends down his spine.

"Well, I'm Kurt. But I guess you already knew that, huh?" They both chuckle.

Kurt takes the time to remember Blaine, take him all in and engrave him onto the surface of his memory. Maybe he'll sketch him later...

"I did," Blaine laughs. "But it was still great to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine," Kurt replies. Does that count as flirting? Is Blaine even gay?

Blaine smiles a bashful smile and Kurt may or may not have fallen in love.

They stand beside each other, just outside the back exit, for what feels like hours. Time slows and only they exist. Then their bubble is broken.

"Kurt! Over here!"

"Mr. Hummel!"

"For you fans, Kurt!"

Kurt huffs and turns to Blaine. "Seems I must be going. Thank you for what you did, and for singing for me. You were amazing, really."

Blaine makes a bold move and grabs Kurt into a five second hug. "You're welcome."

Kurt's wallet is digging into his ass from his back pocket, maybe a sign. He has a few business cards left in there and if he gave one to Blaine they could keep in touch... but no, that would be too risky. Just because he and Blaine have some sort of chemistry isn't enough of a reason to possibly start a media scandal.

"Who's that, Kurt? A boyfriend?"

"Sir, over here!"

"Smile for the cameras!"

There's no more time. Kurt has to go, now. He walks the ten steps to his car that he had parked in the back alley for such an escape as this with all the grace and poise he owns and hops in. He waves to Blaine and then he's gone.

The paparazzi, disappointed at a failed attempt for a news story but glad enough for the pictures they attained, leave the premises. A determined few stay behind to question Blaine, but he simply turns around and walks back into his grandfather's business and deadbolts the door behind him once he's safely inside.

He smiles to himself as he makes his way back to the front, back to his abandoned laptop. There's no way he'll be finishing that essay now.

Santana is never going to believe this, he thinks to himself.

A/N: This just came to me. I have a feeling there will be a Part 2 in which they meet again, because I can't help myself.

Maybe let me know what you think? :]

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kurt or Blaine or Santana or "Teenage Dream" by Boyce Avenue.