crossoverfic | Serendipitous Tendencies: PROLOGUE (Reply)

Title: Serendipitous Tendencies
Author: Koinaka
Fandoms: Glee, Queer as Folk
Rating: PG for this part. Will eventually be NC-17
Warnings: AU (timeline of Queer as Folk has been shifted ten years, plus there are other changes to the events of the series) For Glee, it takes place after high school, beginning with Kurt's freshman year of college at Carnegie Mellon.
Pairings (if applicable)mentions of pre-Klaine, Klaine, post-Klaine, Justin Taylor/Kurt Hummel.
Character(s) (if applicable) Justin, Kurt, Brian, Emmett, Michael, Ben, Blaine, maybe other Glee folks along the way
Summary: A series of chance meetings changes everything.

He and I had something beautiful
But so dysfunctional, it couldn't last
I loved him so but I let him go
'Cause I knew he'd never love me back

Such pain as this
Shouldn't have to be experienced
I'm still reeling from the loss,
Still a little bit delirious

Near to you, I am healing
But it's taking so long
'Cause though he's gone
And you are wonderful
It's hard to move on
Yet, I'm better near to you.

You and I have something different
And I'm enjoying it cautiously
I'm battle scarred, I am working oh so hard
To get back to who I used to be

He's disappearing
Fading subtly
I'm so close to being yours
Won't you stay with me
Please

- Near to You, A Fine Frenzy

Prologue

The first time Kurt saw him, he didn't actually see him. No, he was far too busy having an argument with Blaine over the phone when he ran into a tall – well, taller than him – guy with blonde hair and spilled his non-fat mocha with no whip all over his brand new Alexander McQueen shirt.

"Shit! My shirt!" he exclaimed as he began frantically blotting the darkening spot with some sheet music that he grabbed from his satchel and attempting to balance his iPhone against his shoulder as he did so.

"Look, Blaine, I have to go. I just spilled coffee all over myself. Can we talk about this when I get home?"

"I don't know, Kurt, can we? Are you capable of discussing this like a rational adult, or am I going to have to sit through TheKurt Hummel Drama Hour again?"

He could feel the sting of tears in his eyes before he even had time to speak another word. It was like being slushied back in high school. It didn't matter how often it happened or that you expected it to happen several times a week without fail because every single time was like a slap in the face. You would think that Kurt had grown used to these icy little barbs that he and Blaine throw back and forth, especially considering that it was typically the only verbal communication they shared nowadays, but he hadn't.

"Fuck you," he hissed and hung up the phone right in the middle of what he was certain was just another icy but polite retort.

It was only then that he noticed he wasn't alone. Standing in front of him, wearing a very apologetic look, was the guy Kurt had run into.

"You OK?"

Kurt gave him a wry look. "Isn't that my line? After all, I was the one that ran into you."

The blonde flashed a million-watt smile, and Kurt felt his breath hitch in his throat at the sight. "I wasn't paying attention either, so really, we ran into each other. Sorry about your shirt, though. Can I buy you another cup of coffee to make up for it?"

Kurt hadn't meant to say yes at all because he had a ridiculous number of things to do, but when he opened his mouth to answer, he found himself accepting the offer.

"Great. I know just the place. I'm Justin, by the way."

"Kurt."