Who left the light on in the shed?

Chapter One

      Pilot.

He had applied for the job the same day he was accepted, his new boss took one good look at him and threw an apron over the counter. 

“Ever worked in a coffee shop before?” Sam, the owner had asked him and Kurt had shrugged thoughtfully.

“No… but I spend a lot of time in them.” He’d replied.

Blue eyes had stared hard at Kurt, before he nodded. “Good enough, get behind the counter and start serving.” Kurt was taken a back but threw the black material over his clothes and did a small jog, lifting the lid of the counter and taking up station behind the cash register. Sam had looked back over his shoulder, “Oh, and be friendly.”

“How do you know I’m not a serial killer?” He called but the blond had dissapeared into a back office, so Kurt just got to work, receiving a strange look from an elderly women stood the other side. 

“Hi, can I help you?”

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Me: Hey mum, you know you shut the computer down the other night?

Mum: Yeah…?

Me: Well my writing was still on it, and I lost almost a thousand words! D’:

Mum: Oh, well you should’ve saved it.

Me: I was going to email it to myself!

Mum: Oh, sorry. I didn’t know. Walks away without a care in the world

This just really pisses me off. For one, you should’ve saved it… Well how was I supposed to know you were going to shut it down?! 

And the way she just walks away, without really caring to go back to her boyfriend and my brother and his kids, just really hurts. 

It’s ridiculous but our relationship is fading. 

I don’t feel like I can go to her with anything now, and it pains me to even say that… We used to be really close.

She just doesn’t seem to be interested in anything I do. Or if she ever is, it never holds her very long. 

It just really upsets me.

Okay.

Reed dropped his bags down at the door, giving himself a good chance to take a look at the room. It wasn’t much, but it was where he’d be staying for the next month to complete his photo collection for the magazine. The small Greek island was all but absolutely beautiful, and his mother had specially selected him to go. He had to be grateful, when he walked to the window he was hit by the fresh smell of non-polluted air, the sight that met his eyes were a meadow and a couple plots of grape vines, to be made into wine. Then in the distance he could see the sea. It was so much different then back in New York. So much more fresh. He was so captivated in his own little world the petite cherub like boy jumped and stumbled when there was a knock at the door accompanied by a small “Hello?”. He didn’t even get chance to see who it was before he stepped back on to the edge of a table cloth and slipped, pulling the table over with him and collapsing in a heap on the floor, whacking his head hard on the stone flooring. He felt a strong arm grab onto his arm and lift him from the floor, but his vision was blurred and when he tried to talk all that came out was incoherent babbling. He rubbed at his head, just above his eyes and tried to take a good look at the stranger. But at that time, all he could see was a blur of black around a dollop of olive. “Oh god,” That was the little splodge of red moving, the two black circles became shorter. “Come on, we best get you some help.” ‘No, I’m fine, I promise’ came out as “Nuh, umfuh, Uhprummess.” “Yeah, Alright,” Shane laughed softly and held his arms, leading him out of the room. His mum would be able to give the new interesting guest from the city some meds, maybe to stop the pain. Reed just let himself be led out.

Chapter One

Pilot.

“That’ll be three seventy, please,” Kurt held out a  pale open palm over the cash register, looking severely bored as the old women counted out her pennies slowly. Blue eyes scanned the room as he waited. A modern coffee shop in the middle of New York was where he worked the evening shift to pay for supplies he needed in class, at NYADA.

It still gave him nervous butterflies, which flittered in his stomach, whenever he thought of it. He’d actually made it to New York, he’d made it his dream since he first hit a high F at the premature age of nine. It was the Christmas concert, and he stole the spotlight and once he had a taste of the limelight he never wanted to give it up.

He felt the press of little metal coins in his hands and it brought him back to reality. “Thank you, have a nice day,” He trailed out the robotic response but the women just walked away, ignoring him.  A hand landed flat on his back and he turned to see his boss, Sam.

“Kurt, George’ll take over from here, you go clear some tables or something…”

Sam was rather a rather attractive man, with blond hair brushed back and bright blue eyes, twenty-three years of age and a stunning girlfriend who was studying to be a lawyer he had almost a perfect life. Kurt had been looking for a job when he stumbled upon a notice in the window, needing work and he grabbed the opportunity right away, before it got out of his reach. The elfin boy needed all the money he could get at the moment to feed his horribly bad coffee addiction and what better place to do so then at a coffee shop?

And staff discount was always a bonus.

“Alright…” Kurt grabbed a tray as George, an older employ manned his station. He made his way over to a table where a brunette boy sat with a laptop, typing up a paper. His curiosity got the better of him and he found himself peering over his shoulder.

‘A Review Of Wicked The Musical.’ Was at the top of an open word document and Kurt smiled, because it reminded him he was in New York, where people sat in coffee shop whilst working on their latest paper and that would be him soon and his stomach flipped one more time.

“Hey, you ever seen Wicked?” The brunet spun in his seat to face Kurt, blinking with the prettiest green-blue eyes he’d ever seen on a guy and his skin had an ever so slight olive tinge.

Kurt just blinked in response, like a deer caught in headlights.

“Hello?” The guy frowned, and hugged the back of his seat with one arm, the other resting on the laptop still.

Kurt snapped back into focus and set the tray down on the table, gathering mugs. “Like… thirteen times, why?”

“I have an essay to do, I have to review to do for it but unfortunately by the time I dragged my lazy ass out of bed the show was sold out. So I need help.” He turned back to his seat with both hands now poised ready to type, staring at the screen expectantly, as if waiting for the essay to write itself.

Kurt had to pause for a minute to process this. This guy wanted Kurt’s help to write a review for Wicked? He had to write a review for Wicked? What Kurt would’ve down to hand in a homework like that back in McKinley. “Uh, sure, okay.” He put the tray back down and pulled up a seat opposite the brunet.

“What’s your name?”

“Kurt. Kurt Hummel.”

“I’ve never seen you here before…” He looked thoughtfully at Kurt, his attention now on him instead of the blank document.

“New York’s a big city,” Kurt answered trying to sound mysterious, leaning forward with his chin in his hand.

The guy just chuckled. “I meant Sam’s,” He said referring to the café. “I practically live here, yet you’re an unfamiliar face. Let me guess, first day?”

His cheeks went rosy and warm and Kurt nodded, “Yeah,” He sat up a little straighter and folded his arms. “I got here last weekend and-“

“And you have a job already, fair play.” He smirked over the screen.

“Yeah,” Kurt smiled softly.

“Well at least now you’ll have a familiar face, if you can keep this job, I guess we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other.” He grinned and then held out a hand. “Tyler, Tyler Lopez.”

“He was just asked you to help?” Blaine’s familiar voice came through the phone and it tugged at Kurt’s heart strings.

“Yeah, but god Blaine, wouldn’t that be amazing though, if I got to write essays on musicals, I mean…” He took a breath, whilst trying to work out the way back to his apartment. He came to a back street and took a left, taking a short cut between a bakers and a hotel. “Can you imagine how well I would do?”

Blaine laughed through the speaker, “You would be pretty good at that…”

“Aw crap, I think I’m lost…” He huffed in frustration, caught in another busy street, packed with people of all size, shape, race, height. He felt like bee in a swarming hive, one in millions. It made him feel so small.

“Kurt, you still there?”

He stumbled and got caught with the flow; pretty sure he was heading in the wrong direction but caught up now. “Uh, yeah, sorry… I just got…” He tried to glance over his shoulder at a tall apartment block, where he now lived and realised he’d have to fight his way out. “Blaine I’ll call you back.”

He hung up and pocketed the iPhone and taking a deep breath, he spun and started pushing in the direction he lived. His phone started to vibrate in his pocket again.

He saw the ID and answered. “Rachel, what is it?”

“Kurt? Where are you? I’m at your apartment but you’re not in… Didn’t you finish work like, half an hour ago? How long does it take a person to cross the street?!”

He was supposed to finish work half an hour ago, but him and Tyler fell into conversation and Kurt ended up practically writing the essay for him.

“This is New York Rachel.” Cue butterflies. “And it’s not exactly right across the street now, is it?”