A/N- Welcome to my new story! Hope you enjoy. Just an advance warning for all- THIS STORY WILL HAVE BOTTOM! BLAINE. There. So, no hate reviews for that please. I've given you all fair warning, if you don't like it, don't read. Otherwise, if you love it, like me, enjoy! :)

"Shit! Sorry!" The young man pulls out his ear buds and runs a hand exasperatedly through his dark hair as he bends to help the stranger pick up the papers that he's just managed to knock from his arms. "Are you ok? I'm sorry, I just totally didn't see you. Shouldn't try and navigate a busy park while texting I guess." he scrambles for the final few sheets and thrusts them towards the other man apologetically.

"It's fine, really. No harm done." The man stands and brushes himself down with one hand, holding the papers close to his chest with the other.

"Are you sure? I hit your arm pretty bad there, I ...Oh!" the teenager blinks rapidly and stands, coming face to face with the most breathtaking man he has ever seen. He has an almost ethereal presence and holds himself with such grace and poise that it renders the younger man speechless. A pair of bright blue eyes stare inquisitively into his own, with one eyebrow arched, and he realizes he's staring.

"You ok?" Blue eyes asks, and the boy thinks he's never heard such a beautiful sound in all his life as the melodic ring of this man's voice.

"Yeah...I just..." he trails off, unable to think coherently with those eyes focused on him.

"Right...well. I'd better be going." the man raises a hand hesitantly in an uncertain goodbye as he walks backwards, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, unable to tear his gaze away from this beautiful dark haired boy who has just knocked him off his feet. Quite literally.

Three weeks have passed since Blaine knocked the handsome stranger to the ground in his hurry to meet Rachel, and they're still no closer to deciding on their duet ready for the start of the semester. When Mr. Schue had set their assignment before the summer break it had seemed as though they had an eternity to find the perfect song with which to start the new school year. He knows Mike and Tina have already sorted theirs, and Artie and Quinn were practicing yesterday, but with him and Rachel both having summer jobs, they have only managed to meet once- that day in the park, which ended with Rachel flouncing off to her car in disgust because Blaine didn't want to sing back up to her 'Defying Gravity.' So that's how come he finds himself driving to Columbus on the last Saturday of the break. He has exhausted 'Between the Sheets' limited repertoire, and is hoping 'Notes' will prove more fruitful. At least they have an elegant Grand sat in the center of the store for him to practice on. Maybe he can record a few options and send them to Rachel he thinks, as he begins to flick through the music.

A half hour later and Blaine is sat at the piano making notes on a couple of pieces when he feels eyes upon him. Looking up, he hopes to see piercing blue staring back at him, but is disappointed when he sees a trio of girls settling into the armchairs opposite the piano, waiting for Blaine to play. He smiles politely, which sends a small blonde into a fit of giggles. Blushing deeply, he clears his throat a few times before striking the first chord. As ever, when he begins to play, everything else around him fades away, leaving just Blaine, the piano and his voice- the way he likes it best. Images of the tall, handsome stranger from the park swim behind his closed eyes as he sings; Blaine can hear that high, melodic voice, see him worrying his lip between his teeth as he walked away and above all, he can remember those eyes, staring into his own and causing jolts of... of...something he's never felt before to stir in the depths of his soul.

"I've been alone with you inside my mind,

And in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times.

I sometimes see you pass outside my door,

Hello, is it me you're looking for?

I can see it in your eyes,

I can see it in your smile,

You're all I've ever wanted, and my arms are open wide.

Cause you know just what to say, and you know just what to do,

And I want to tell you so much,

I love you."

It's not hard for Blaine to imagine he's serenading this mystery man- a die hard romantic, he's found it hard to let to let go of the small moment they shared. Something was there, of that there was no doubt, but as quick as the spark ignited it was put out again when the man walked away. It hasn't stopped Blaine thinking about him every day since. His fingers fly over the piano keys as he continues;

"I long to see the sunlight in your hair..."

"And tell you time and time again, how much I care."

Blaine's eyes snap open as the second voice joins his song. He'd know that voice anywhere, he's been playing it over and over in his mind for three long weeks. It sounds even more magnificent in song. Sure enough, he finds a pair of bright cerulean eyes twinkling as the hint of a smile plays at the man's lips. Blaine swallows quickly over the lump of nerves that has risen in his throat and he carries on playing- because he cannot mess this up. He's here. Someone, somewhere has granted him another opportunity, and he knows all too well that he needs to make this count. So he steels himself, makes his own amber eyes match the blue gaze, and they sing together.

"Sometimes I feel my heart will overflow,

Hello. I've just got to let you know.

Cause I wonder where you are, and I wonder what you do.

Are you somewhere feeling lonely, or is someone loving you?

Tell me how to win your heart, for I haven't got a clue.

But let me start by saying, I love you."

Blaine plays the final few bars again, and brings the song to a gentle close. He's cut it short he knows, but honestly, his heart is pounding and his hands are shaking too much to reliably stay on the keys. He flexes his fingers nervously and wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans before returning the strangers hesitant smile from where he leans on the end of the piano.

"Hey," the tall man offers by way of greeting, and Blaine's heart is sent fluttering once more at the sound of his voice.

"Hi." He wants to say more, he really does, but nerves get the better of him as he takes in exactly how beautiful this man is. He's older than Blaine, he would guess at early twenties but he's unsure. His hair is styled impeccably, it's chestnut brown with soft sun kissed streaks, and swept high off his head. His skin is pale and flawless, and he looks almost fragile in appearance which just endears him to Blaine still further. He is dressed stylishly, he looks like he should be gracing the pages of Vogue rather than walking casually around a music store in Ohio. Who wears a cravat to go shopping on a Saturday, Blaine wonders? On anyone else it would look ridiculous, but on this guy it looks perfect. Everything about him is perfect Blaine thinks, now all he needs to do is gather enough courage to speak to him. In the end it's the stranger who breaks the silence first.

"You have a beautiful voice," he blushes scarlet as he speaks, clears his throat and starts again. "Um...I mean, you can sing really well. And play too. You have a gift."

"Thank you. Is your arm ok?" Blaine blurts suddenly.

The man looks confused. "My arm?"

"Yes...from the park." Blaine panics. What if he doesn't remember? What if he thinks he was just singing along with a random stranger, and has no idea who Blaine is? "I...um... Oh it doesn't matter, you probably don't remember."

"Oh I remember." He smirks, actually smirks at Blaine as his eyes dance with merriment. "And it's fine, really."

Unsure of whether he's being flirted with, Blaine looks down at the piano for a second, trying to gather his thoughts. There is so much he wants to say, but in the end all he can come up with is;

"I'm Blaine, by the way. Blaine Anderson."

The tall man walks around the piano, and Blaine feels his dick twitch in his pants as he catches sight of his ass clad in the tightest pair of jeans he has ever seen.

"Well it's nice to meet you, Blaine Anderson. I'm Kurt Hummel." He extends a slim, pale hand and Blaine shakes it politely, his breath hitching as their skin connects and Kurt pulls away suddenly, as if afraid to hold his hand for too long.

"Kurt." Blaine tries it out. He likes it. In fact, he thinks it's quite possibly the most glorious name he's ever heard. He tries to compose himself, pretty sure that any minute now hearts will appear in his eyes as if he were part of a cartoon.

"So." Kurt seems to be finding this all as awkward as Blaine is, his eyes dart nervously around the shop as if unsure whether he should actually be there. "Um...so it was nice. Not quite meeting you... I'd better...go, I guess. Yeah. I'd better go." He begins to walk backward again, as he had that day in the park, and Blaine can't believe he's about to let this man walk away from him for a second time.

"Kurt!" He calls, and hurries up from the piano bench and over to where Kurt has stopped hesitantly. "Look, can I... Would you...um," he puffs out a nervous laugh as he rubs the back of his neck and wills himself to look at Kurt rather than at the ground. "Would you like to go get a coffee?...With me, I mean. As in- Can I buy you a coffee?" He releases the breath he has been holding and waits, expectantly, hopefully.

Kurt smiles. A genuine, warm open smile. "I'd love to." And everything in Blaine soars. "I'd love to, but I can't," he continues. "I, um...shit." He curses as he closes his eyes for a fleeting moment. "I really want to. But I have a boyfriend. I'm sorry. I just don't think it'd be fair to you- or him- for me to get coffee with you."

Blaine nods dumbly as he swallows down the tightness restricting his throat. He tries not to blush with embarrassment and forces a trembling smile in Kurt's direction, but avoiding eye contact at all costs.

"I really am sorry." Kurt whispers with a gentle touch to Blaine's arm, and then he's gone. Leaving Blaine standing alone in the middle of the shop, heart pounding with disappointment and eyes stinging with shame. The first time he's ever asked a man out has turned into a giant slap in the face. Nice one, Anderson. "Fuck." He mutters.