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Not The Boy Next Door
author: wordplay / wordplaying
artist: contesstylus / pencilpushingenthusiast
beta/epub & pdf design: sillygleekt
summary: Blaine Anderson is a struggling musician with a new
job. This is the story o everything he fnds there.
Completed as part o kbl_reversebang 2012!
word count: 10,500
rating: R or the story, G or the art
author’s notes: This was a bear o a story to write. Thank you
to whenidance , mybrieeternity and hedgerose or early conversa-
tions and support. colfer , contesstylus and canuckjacq provided very
useul and thoughtul comments on early drats, so thanks also to
them. I am especially grateul to sillygleekt or her absolutely tire-
less support and very insightul discussions on every single drat
o this story. I could not have fnished this without you, T, and I
hope you know how much I appreciate you, as a beta and a riend.
Finally, enormous thanks are due to contesstylus , who most o you
will know as pencilpushingenthusiast , not only or beautiul and
inspirational work, but also or being so accommodating when I
came to her with a ully hatched plot, or providing so much addi-tional art in support of the story, and for being such an absolute and
enthusiastic pleasure to work with. Thank you, CB, or everything.
WE ARE DONE!
artist’s notes: Illustrating this brilliant little story was an ab-
solute joy! I had the honor of working in tandem with the ever-
incredible wordplay on this project as part of kbl_reversebang
2012, and every captioned piece you see here was crafted under
her absolute genius direction. Thank you, Lovely, or allowing me
to play in your sandbox for a little while; it’s an experience I would
echo again in a heartbeat.
Disclaimer : The characters o Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson and allrecognizable references to the television series Glee are property of Ryan Murphy and 20th Century Fox.
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the pub is all dark wood and warm sunshine at two
o’clock in the aternoon, and Blaine stands behind the bar
and ddles with the ties to his apron.
“So, yeah. Welcome, I guess. There’s not much to it. The
bar is counter service in the aternoon, too, but mostly it’squiet until the cops start driting in around 4:30. You’ve
tended bar beore?”
He glances up rom the mess he’s somehow already
made o strings and sti black abric and smiles at his
new coworker.
“Oh yeah. Denite veteran o the service industry with the
wounded psyche to prove it.”
Tracy leans on the bar, chin on her st, and looks him
over. “Actor?”
“Musician.” He says it like he means it, and he concentrates
on his apron so that he can ignore how weird it eels to
say. He’s gured out the problem now—all those loose
threads still dangling rom the sewn ends o the ties have
not the boy next door
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tangled together, and he yanks them loose then wads
them into a ball.
“Hmmm,” she says, watching him. “You sure? You’ve got
a good ace—expressive eyes. You ever tried it?”
He shoves the ball o thread into his apron pocket and
nally looks up at her. Her eyes are bright through theboredom, and he recognizes the look o a woman nd-
ing a new project. Just or a second she reminds him o
his mother.
“I went to an all boys high school; we didn’t have a drama
department. We had one hell o an a capella choir, though.”
She tilts her head and her eyes glance up at his hair, down
at his shoulders. “Catholic?”
He likes the way she talks in questions, like it’s not worth
the eort to try to be subtle about her nosiness. The pub
is quiet in the aternoon—there’s one solitary guy sitting
across the room with his back to them, his head buried
in his laptop, and the only noises are banging and scrap-
ing rom the kitchen. He leans back against the bar and
glances at her.
“No. Well, I mean, yes—I am. Was, I guess. Sort o. Butthe school was more prep.” Her eyes light up. “All o the
Latin, none o the nuns,” he jokes, turning to ace the back
wall and examine the setup there. It all looks ne, easy,
amiliar; there are more microdistillers than he’s used to,
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but there’s a reason his hours had started to dwindle at
his old job and this place was hiring.
“Lucky you,” she says, and he leans over to poke at the
bottles and grins at the smile he can hear in her voice. “All
the homoerotic poetry, none o the guilt.”
“You know a lot about homoerotic Latin poetry?” he says,reaching out to straighten a bottle o vodka.
“You aren’t the only one amiliar with the service industry,
buddy. Musicians, actors, and eternal students. I’m door
number three.”
“What was the bit about the eyes, then?”
“That was firting.”
Blaine’s hand knocks against the bottles when he spins
around a little aster than he’d meant to, but he’d expected
some snappy comeback out o Tracy, not the sweetly sar-
castic voice he’d actually gotten in return.
There’s a guy standing there, sliding an empty bowl onto
the countertop and raising one brow at him, and Blaine’s
rst impression is that he has really, really great hair.
“It was not!” Tracy’s standing straight up now, owning
every inch o her height, and Blaine grins at the way
she’s scowling across the bar. “Tell me he doesn’t look
like an actor!”
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The guy turns and looks him up and down. The brow
still hasn’t come down, and when their eyes meet Blaine
grins—he has really pretty eyes, too—and he smiles back.
For a second too long, maybe, and then the guy’s smile
alters a little.
He’s still looking at Blaine when he says, “I don’t think so,
Tracy. Look how real his smile is.”
Blaine grins harder.
“Blaine, this is—”
“I’m Kurt,” he says, rushing in beore Tracy can nish hersentence.
“—Kurt, which I was getting to. He’s a new regular. On good
days it’s the grilled chicken salad with avocado instead o
dressing and a glass o water. On bad days, bring him a
cheeseburger and a martini and stay the hell out o his way.”
“How will I be able to tell?” It comes out playul and firty,
and Kurt smiles a little so he’s not even sorry.
Kurt shoots a look at Tracy that might be laced with death,
and she smirks at him across the bar. “Oh, you’ll know. He
mutters, and that sweet ace looks pretty much like it doesright now.” Tracy leans over the bar and cups Kurt’s chin,
cooing while he glares at her.
“Ouch,” Blaine says with a small wince.
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Kurt gives him an apologetic smile while he bats Tracy’s
hand away and says, “Don’t worry about it—things seem
to be looking up.”
What Kurt has said hits both o them just when Tracy says,
“Now that? That is firting.”
* * *
And maybe it was, but the next ew weeks are pretty dull.
Blaine gets up, checks his email beore he goes out or a
run, goes to work and does his job but also checks his email
compulsively rom his phone, comes home and maybe
goes out. The best part o throwing himsel into trying tomake it as a musician is talking to people; most nights he
ends up in bars, shaking hands and kissing cheeks, doing
his best to nurse one drink all night long because he can’t
aord any more than that. But he’s meeting people, and
there are opportunities everywhere, even i they always
seem to stop short beore they all into his hands. He tries
not to take it as a sign.
The early shits are just as slow as Tracy had said they
would be. He does a lot o prep work—lling saltshakers,
checking stocks, rolling silverware. Sometimes when
the pub is mostly empty he’ll sing while he works, run-
ning lyrics under his breath while he runs through theshit’s tasks.
Most o the time he’s on his own now that he’s settled in,
although sometimes Tracy or Bryan will be scheduled
alongside him. They leave him alone or the most part,
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although Tracy will occasionally swing by and quote a bit
o Martial at him, just or un. That’s how he learns that the
Romans had dierent verbs or the way that penetrated
sexual partners would move their bodies when they were
being ucked—one or boys and one or girls. It’s an equal
opportunity kind o pleasure, and sometimes when he’s
bored he rolls his avorite o the two words over on his
tongue: ceveo. It’s an apt word, that hard ‘k’ sound rolling into luscious vowels. He really needs to get laid.
There’s not a prospect in sight, though, and even that
moment with Kurt-o-the-happy-day-salads seems like a
long time ago. Kurt comes in every day, and every day so
ar has been a salad day, which is good, he guesses. Kurtcomes in and nods at Blaine, and Blaine says, “Your usual?”
and Kurt smiles beore he slips into his seat. He pulls out
a laptop or a tablet and works while he eats. Sometimes
he comes early, when the room is empty, and sometimes
it’s later in the day when he has to jockey or a seat. He’s
always alone, never with a riend or a date, and when the
room lls up he sits and drinks his martini and stares into
space. I it’s quiet Blaine will watch him, and it looks or
all the world like he’s simply listening , this tiny smile on
his ace and his ngers twitching.
It’s all very mysterious, but it’s not like he has a lot o
time to think about it. Everything is busy, always busy,because this is New York. And when he asks the guys in
the kitchen to add a ew extra slices o avocado to the salad
because “come on, that is just pathetic,” Kurt smiles up at
him, brilliant and surprised, and Blaine says, “We have to
make sure you keep coming back.”
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* * *
By September Blaine’s eased into the job, secure that
there’s no way he’s getting red. Bryan leaves to try his
hand as a cater-waiter and Tracy starts dragging in late,
her head lodged in whatever she’s reading that week.
Somehow he’s become almost senior, and everybody is
so dependent on his reliability that he could probablybring his guitar in and sing to the customers and nobody
would bat an eye as long as the bar was stocked and the
kitchen didn’t start backing up. He starts using the time
as productively as possible—he responds to emails on his
phone and he goes through all the alternative weeklies he
can get his hands on, looking or showcases and open micnights. He makes long lists o places he could try to get
in, and he remembers his ather’s ace the last time they
ought beore he let or New York, the way his ather had
put his oot down against Blaine’s choice to make a go at
music, not ater Cooper was still struggling, and how it
had been the absolute last straw, his last stand. He works
even harder.
One perect early autumn aternoon he’s just wrapping up
his research or the day and is lingering over the comics
pages when Kurt comes in and pauses at the bar, watch-
ing him.
“Hey there,” Blaine says, dropping the paper on the bar and
cradling his chin in his hand. Kurt looks as put together
as he always does; it’s another knitwear day, and as much
as Kurt seems untouchable, the sweater looks really sot.
“Have we nally hit a cheeseburger day?”
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Kurt’s smile is uncertain, suddenly, and he glances down
at the paper again or a moment beore he looks back up.
“No. No, not at all. Just... surprised, I guess.”
“I do read,” he says, but he sweetens it with a smile.
Kurt rolls his eyes. “Thanks or clearing that up.”
Blaine stands up and picks up the paper, glancing down
at the drawings on top. He grins and taps at the one in
the bottom let corner beore he oers it up. “Want the
paper? There’s some un stu in here. I’ve been reading
this one since college.”
Kurt leans orward, his smile brightening, beore he steps
back again. “No, I... thank you, really. But that’s ne. I’m
going to go—” and he waves at a table toward the back.
“Okay—I’ll bring your ood when it’s ready.”
Kurt is head down into his laptop when he slides the salad
onto the table, and Blaine goes back to the bar to nish
tearing out the strip that had made him smile. It’s just a
drawing o a regular guy, baseball cap on his head, saying,
“I already know what I think about gay marriage. I think
I’m ready or grandbabies, so I want my son to nd a man.”
It strikes exactly the right note, now that President Clintonis wrapping up her rst term with another push at DOMA,
this one certain to succeed. It’s a dream he couldn’t have
imagined 10 years ago, and now even a comic strip this
simple can be drawn without raising an eyebrow.
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He digs blu-tack out o a drawer and sticks the cartoon up
on the edge o a shel, and when he turns around to ace
the bar he thinks he sees Kurt grinning up at him rom
under his lashes. He grins back at him, and sings under his
breath or the rest o his shit, smiling extra bright when
he sees that Kurt’s let him an extra $2 above his usual tip.
Good moods really are contagious.
* * *
A ew weeks later the bar is quiet when Kurt comes in
and drops his bag on the bar with a heavy sigh. He leans
orward, bracing his hands against the bar, and says, “I
think the day his nally come.”
Blaine eels his adrenaline spike and he drops his pencil
where he was doing the crossword. “Oh. Wow. Okay, how
do you like it?”
Kurt moves into action, shoving his bag to one side and
climbing onto a stool. “Medium. Swiss. Mushrooms i
they aren’t going to take too long.” By the time he’s done
rattling o his order he’s settled himsel down, elbows on
the bar, looking grim.
“We have good avocados today—I checked earlier or you.
Want some on there?”
Kurt’s smile is sweet, tired, a little touched, but he only
says, “Perect, thank you.” He drops his head orward so
that his orehead is cradled in his palms, then lits his
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head and says, “And no mushrooms then. Sorry,” beore
he drops it back down.
When he returns rom the kitchen Kurt is still sitting there,
head in his hands, so Blaine takes a ew steps to the side
and shakes a martini as quietly as he can, wrapping the
shaker in a bar towel to mufe the noise. When he slides
the glass into the shadow between Kurt’s ace and the bar,Kurt lits his head a raction and, orehead still cushioned
in his hands, oers a weak smile.
“Just ollowing orders,” he says. “I can make you something
else, but—”
“No,” Kurt interjects, sitting up straight or the rst time.
“No, this is perect. Thank you.”
He takes a sip rom the martini, and nods when Blaine
slides him a plate o olives.
“Wanna talk about it?”
Kurt tilts his head, and Blaine watches him right back.
“Part o the job description?”
“Something like that. Although I should warn you: conver-
sations behind this bar tend to end up as lyrics.”
Kurt swallows the olive then snorts out a wry laugh. “You
should have me sign a disclaimer, then.”
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“No way—I can’t aord to get material anywhere else,
and I can’t risk people turning me down.” Kurt tilts a
brow in acknowledgement as he nods and takes a sip o
his martini.
“Fair enough. There’s nothing here that hasn’t been sung
a million times.”
Blaine’s heart drops because that can only mean one thing.
“Oh. Broken heart?”
Kurt glances up, only a fash o bright blue beore he’s
looking down into his drink again. “Nothing quite that
dramatic. It’s just... something that I thought might hap-pen that obviously isn’t.”
He nods. “I know that eeling. His mistake or yours?”
It takes a minute, but then Kurt looks up again, this time
with a smile teasing at the corner o his mouth. “Wow,” he
nally says, a little breathless.
Blaine ddles with his apron, and grins at Kurt’s expres-
sion. “What? It’s a air question.”
“No. No, it is. It’s just that it’s also exactly the right question.”
“So it’s his mistake.”
A voice calls rom the kitchen, letting Blaine know that
Kurt’s burger is up, but Blaine holds his gaze until Kurt
says, “Well o course it is,” and then grins.
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* * *
And just like that, Kurt starts sitting at the bar. Neither o
them say anything about it; it’s simply their new normal.
Kurt is back to his salad the next day, and i it’s quiet Blaine
will lean against the bar and chatter with him while he
fips through the paper. On the ourth day Tracy comes in
and both eyebrows threaten to hit her hairline when shesees them there opposite each other, Kurt gesturing with
his ork while he talks about the phone call he’d had last
night with his stepbrother, who is a mechanic somewhere
in the Midwest. Kurt rambles on while Blaine stares Tracy
down, and when she gives him a dirty grin and a wink he
shrugs and turns back to Kurt and his story.
As the all passes Tracy grows more and more desperate,
reading at a small table in the corner unless things are
really busy. She begs Blaine to pick up shits or her, and
considering that she’s got most o the late shits nailed
down and he’s going nowhere ast, he’s happy to do it; the
late shit means more money, and he’s not in a position
to turn that down.
It’s not like he’s doing anything else with his evenings,
anyway. His guitar still sits by his bed, and he’s still making
phone calls and playing showcases every once in a while,
but lately he’s gotten stuck reading through JonathanKozol’s back catalog, because the state o public school-
ing in America is really quite appalling. While he drits to
sleep he daydreams about making a change, a dierence,
with only a piano and a room ull o kids and the right
way o thinking.
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* * *
One lazy, drizzly aternoon in mid-October Kurt lingers
ater lunch; even ater his shallow bowl has been cleaned
away, he sits there at the bar and chats with Blaine while
he isn’t helping other customers. Their conversations go
everywhere—the provenance o the uniquely ornate clock
at the end o the bar, the latest developments in the DOMAbattle, the newest singles on the radio, Kurt’s crazy down-
stairs neighbors and how much Blaine wants a dog.
There’s a lull at around 3:30, and Blaine stretches and
goes or the boxes o silverware and napkins, dropping
them onto the bar with a heavy thunk. “Don’t you havesomewhere to be?”
Kurt waves the question away with the hand that had
been toying with his water glass. “I work in publishing
and theater, I make my own hours.” He lits his head rom
where it’s been resting on his st and says, “Here. Slide
some o those over. It’ll go more quickly with two hands.
Well, our, I guess.”
He shows Kurt how to do one, and then gets stuck watch-
ing Kurt’s ngers, long and sure, olding the napkin neatly
and rolling the silverware within it. They work quietly or
a ew minutes, and then Kurt says, “So how’s the musicthing coming, then?”
Blaine bobbles his head back and orth. “I mean, it’s slow,
but I think it’s good. I’m meeting a lot o people, so that
can’t hurt, right?”
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“Are you playing? Do you have a regular thing?”
“Nope.” Blaine lets the word pop out o his mouth, like
it doesn’t bother him at all. It actually doesn’t, not that
much, and that’s a little worrisome but he’s easing into it.
“There’s another showcase coming up, though, that I think
I’m going to play in.” He pauses or a moment, unsure o
himsel, beore he dives in. “You should come.”
Kurt’s smile is brilliant. “I would love that. Let me know
when and I’ll try to clear my schedule.”
“You don’t even know i I’m any good!”
“So are you?”
Blaine thinks about it or a minute. “I think that... you
know, I think I am. Good, I mean.”
Kurt snorts, and Blaine grins down at his silverware be-
cause it’s so uncharacteristically inelegant. “There’s a
ringing endorsement.”
“Well, I mean... it’s like that cartoon. From the same strip
I showed you the other day?”
When Blaine looks up rom the silverware, Kurt’s ace isunreadable.
“‘ Not The Boy Next Door’ ? Nothing?”
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Kurt shakes his head, his eyes wide, and Blaine goes back
to his silverware, lining o the pieces on top o crisp white
napkins. “So, one o the characters is this girl—total prin-
cess type, headband, really prissy clothes—and one o my
avorites is this one where it’s just her, sitting there looking
sad in ront o a ull-to-bursting trophy case and saying,
‘I just want everybody to love me. I don’t know why I’m
not amous yet.’”
A ew seconds later Kurt asks, “And that’s what you want?”
“No, o course not. I want to... I don’t know. To make art
and help people. Which sounds dumb, but when I think
about what it will look like when I’m successul, that’sall it is—one person whose lie is a little bit better rom
my music.”
The look on Kurt’s ace is... actually, he has no idea what
that look is, because there’s a grin around his mouth but
his eyes are very wide, sort o shocked. Finally Kurt says,
“You take all o your lie wisdom rom cartoons?”
Blaine snaps a napkin in Kurt’s direction, and Kurt rears
back with his hands held high, a smartass grin on his ace.
Blaine says, “Hey, it’s a once-a-week indulgence. A man
has to live or something.”
“I suppose so,” Kurt says. “You should give me the inorma-
tion on the showcase. I my schedule allows it, I’ll be there.”
For the next 10 minutes they roll silverware, mostly quiet.
Blaine can’t help stealing little peeks at him, though—at
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the expression o calm ocus, at his hands, at the way his
hair alls over his orehead. When Kurt sighs and says,
“Okay, that’s enough o that—back to work, I guess,” he
pauses and stares at Blaine beore he says, “What? Why
are you smiling?”
“No reason. Thanks or the help.”
* * *
It’s another week o lunches beore his showcase, and he
shoves a fier over the bar with Kurt’s salad one day. It’s
just a small thing, a Thursday night singer-songwriter
event at a bar in Brooklyn, but Kurt grins at it and says,“I’ll be there.”
Blaine spends the next week gearing himsel up or it. It’s
only a showcase, the silliest o things to get worried about.
He’s had riends attend them beore—he’d hung fyers at
the boxing gym beore he’d quit going because o money,
and Tracy had come to one two weeks ago—and ater all o
his meeting and greeting he has riends there; it’s the same
group o them in and out o these showcases and open
mics and songwriter nights, and they’re ercely, jovially
competitive, and some o them he is getting to know and
even like. But he wants to impress Kurt more than he’d
realized. Kurt’s opinion somehow matters.
The night is rainy—o course—so the crowd is smaller than
expected, but he sits at a table near the corner, his guitar
case at his eet, and tries not to watch the door.
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When it’s nally time, he looks up rom tuning just in time
to catch Kurt in prole. He’s removing his scar, running
his ngers through his hair, and ordering a drink all at the
same time. He turns his head and his eyes light up when
they meet Blaine’s—and just like that, Blaine nishes all-
ing and lands, his heart wide open.
Oh.
He’s not sure how he makes it through his set. He sings
love songs, tender ballads and bitter pop laments, and
he knows his eyes steal to Kurt ar more oten than they
should, snagging on his neck, his hands, his bright eyes,
and he only hopes that everything he’s eeling isn’t writtenacross his ace. By the end he kind o hopes it is, because
Kurt’s smile is sweet, open, and maybe it will be just this
easy. He can open himsel up here, or this room and this
man, and there won’t have to be words, or an awkward
transition—it’ll just... happen.
He nishes to applause, ranging rom tepid through polite
to enthusiastic, and he says thanks and puts his guitar in
its case and starts making his way back to the bar. He gets
caught on his way, though—a kiss to his cheek rom Teddy,
a hug rom Lainey, and a ervent squeeze rom James,
who crows out, “That’s my boy!” He laughs, every time,
because this eeling is amazing—the joy o perormance,the thrill o discovery—it’s been the most perect night,
and he can’t wait to get to Kurt to nish it, to put a cap
on it, to seal it with a kiss.
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By the time he makes it to the bar, though, Kurt is gone.
He asks the bartender, and Mike says, “Yeah, the guy with
the martinis. He just let, man.” He immediately turns
and runs or the door, but the street is empty, taxis and
a crowd o umbrellas, and when he makes it back inside
James says, “Dude, you’re all wet!”
He thinks he laughs.
* * *
Kurt comes in the next day at two o’clock. Blaine is aware
o him the moment he walks into the room, but he waits
until Kurt’s bag thumps onto the bar to look up, to smilebrightly at him.
Kurt’s ace is drawn, a little anxious, and Blaine says, “Oops.
Another burger day?”
His smile is weak, not making it past his mouth, and Blaine
wonders suddenly how oten that’s the case, i maybe
he’s simply never noticed. “No,” Kurt says, “just the usual,
please.”
Blaine goes to the kitchen rather than calling out, asks the
guys to slip on some extra avocado, and when he’s back
Kurt is looking down at the bar, blushing a little.
“You got out o there pretty quick last night,” he says.
“Weren’t happy with what you heard?”
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His head whips up so ast that his hair shakes and bobbles
with it. “Oh! Oh, god no! No, it wasn’t that at all.” Blaine
grins, because Kurt tripping over his words is absolutely
adorable. “You were amazing, Blaine, really. Truly. I have
sat through some awful perormances in the name o
riendship, but you were spectacular. Really. Couldn’t take
my eyes o o you.” Kurt’s eyes widen as he says that, but
he doesn’t look down again, so Blaine grins.
“Oh. Well, good! I mean, that’s great! Thank you! I’m
touched.” Kurt grins at him, everything suddenly easy
again, so Blaine pushes his luck and says, “I wish you’d
stuck around, though. I really wanted to buy you a drink,
maybe hang out somewhere that wasn’t, you know—here.”He waves his hand around the bar.
Kurt tilts his head to the side and looks at him, a tiny grin
playing at one corner o his mouth. “Really? You seemed
very busy, aterward. Lots o adoring ans, it looked like.”
And just like that, he gets it. “What, those guys? No, no
way—those are my... well, they’re my colleagues, I guess.”
Kurt’s expression is unmoved, still curious. “You play these
circuits, these gigs, over and over again, and eventually you
start to recognize people. And there’s nobody else to tell us
we’re great, although god knows we keep waiting, so you
have to, you know. Do it or each other. It’s part o our job.”
“Oh.”
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That’s all he says, but the smile is hitting his eyes now, and
when somebody calls his name rom the kitchen Blaine
says, “Be right back.”
He slides Kurt’s salad onto the bar and says, “There you
go. Now. Tell me: what was your avorite part?”
Kurt’s laugh rings out longer than it probably should, andBlaine eels way too relieved.
* * *
Another week and a hal passes. Tracy is ully lost to poetry
in dead languages now, and Blaine is picking up moreand more o her shits. He’s spending less time trying to
chase down gigs as a result, and James texts him to ask,
“Hey—where are you?” He texts back when the bar is ull,
“Work is crazy. I think I’ll make it back, but no time soon.”
It should bother him more than it does, but he’s happy.
He loves talking to people at the bar about their lives and
their problems, he loves having time or the movies he
checks out o the library, and he sees Kurt every day, and
every day it eels firtier than the day beore. Tracy even
comments on it, sniping under her voice, “Oh my god, isn’t
it time you admitted your eelings and stuck your tongue
down his throat?” but he hipchecks her over and over
until she grins and then carries on.
Lie is too good to care much—he’s bringing in money,
he’s enjoying his job, and yesterday he and Kurt had spent
like three minutes pressed palm to palm, comparing the
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playing guitar and piano. And yes, it was ridiculous, and
juvenile, but Kurt’s hands were warm and strong against
his own, and his eyes were pretty and playul and so blue,
and he’s enjoying this, this long slow build into something
that he thinks might be pretty incredible.
On Tuesday Kurt’s in high spirits when he throws his
bag against the bar, and he perches on the stool and says,“ I am on vacation!”
Blaine drops the paper and leans against the bar. “Well
look at you, all glowy today.”
“Did you not hear me? Vacation, Blaine.” He bounces onthe stool, and Blaine laughs to see it.
“Does that mean you’ll be leaving us?”
Kurt rests his chin on his st and grins playully, his eyes
crinkling at the corners. “It’s only or a week. My parents’
wedding anniversary is this weekend, and I can get away,
so I’m headed home or the rst time in a ew years to
see them.”
“Sounds like you’re sae to have a drink, then,” he says, and
he starts pouring.
“You have no idea how excited I am and yes, absolutely.”
He watches Kurt watch him, grinning to himsel when
he sees Kurt’s eyes lingering on his orearms. Kurt leans
orward then, seemingly on impulse, and says, “Have a
drink with me. My treat.”
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Blaine watches him while he strains the martini—he’s
done this so oten that he can do it by eel and the sound
o the liquid hitting the glass, and right now he eels like
showing o a little—and grins at Kurt while he starts
making one or himsel.
When he’s poured his own glass, Kurt holds his up, and
they touch glasses and drink, grinning at each other. I he weren’t working, he’d lean over and kiss Kurt right
now, taste that smirk that’s there at the corner o his wide
mouth. The moment holds until it’s held too long, and
then Kurt looks down and takes another sip.
Blaine does the same and says, “Hey, you want somelunch?”
Forty-ve minutes later Kurt is standing awkwardly by
the bar, ready to go.
“So you’ll be back, what? This weekend?”
“Not until early next week, I think.”
Blaine pouts. “We’ll that’s no un. I’m going to have to tell
the kitchen to halve their avocado order. You’ll come in
when you’re back?”
“O course I will. You really have to ask?”
Blaine shrugs and watches him, and the moment stretches
until Kurt’s smile ades a little bit and they’re still staring.
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paper where it’s olded open to the comics page. “Read
your paper,” he says. “You never know what you’ll nd in
there.” Then he winks, and is gone. Blaine watches him go.
* * *
The week passes slowly. Blaine works, he goes out on
Wednesday and cheers or James and Lainey, and enjoystheir sets without wishing or one o his own. And he
thinks about Kurt, about that last long stare, about what
will happen the next time he sees him. In quiet moments
at the bar and on his run and in the shower, in every mo-
ment that his mind is ree to wander, he thinks about
firting over lunch. He thinks about asking him out, abouthow he should do it, about kissing him and holding his
hand and sometimes even tasting his skin. And he starts
to make plans.
* * *
Friday night Tracy comes in and smacks both hands on
the bar, startling the cop who’s sitting there nursing a
beer. He nishes up weakly with, “And that’s why I don’t
think just talking to her will work but, um, thanks man,”
beore he slinks o.
“Thanks, Tracy. He was just settling in.”
She glances ater the cop and says, “He’s pathetic enough—
he’ll be back. Have you been checking Not The Boy Next
Door this week?”
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“Oh, shit, no. I orgot—they’re doing that special thing,
right? Are you ollowing?” He remembers the editor’s
note, now, just a little text announcement under Tuesday’s
comic that they’d be doing daily online installments o
this strip or the next week in an eort to try something
a little new.
She smirks at him and says, “You are so lucky to knowme. This is today’s.”
She umbles or her phone and holds it out until he takes it.
It’s hard to see the image at rst, but then his eyes widen
and he wipes his hand on a bar towel so he can drag two
ngers across it.
Tracy is saying something, but he can’t hear anything over
the buzzing in his ears.
“Where’s the rest o it? What did I miss?” His heart pounds
as he shoves the phone back toward Tracy and drums his
thumbs against the bar once she takes it, and he instantly
thinks back to the last time he’d seen Kurt. ‘Read your
paper. You never know what you’ll nd in there,’ he’d
said, and Blaine had been too busy grinning at him and
watching him leave to think about it. That was the day with
the drawing o a amiliar-looking tumbler, though—he
remembers smiling because it was the same type o glassthey use at the bar or water. But it can’t... that’s just not....
Tracy navigates or a second, and he drums his ngers
against the bar, all rhythm gone. She nally hands it back
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over with another smirk and says, “That’s Tuesday’s. The
other ones are in the other tabs—just scroll over.”
He looks again at the drawing—at the water glass and the
wrapped silverware. The second drawing makes him smile,
because oh my god, he almost missed this. And in this con-
text, in this room, with this sequence o images... the impli-
cation is so clear that he can’t believe he didn’t know beore.
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“Avocado,” he breathes out, and it’s all he can do to get to
the next tab.
And then it’s Thursday’s drawing, and he he grins at the
phone and sighs out, “Oh my god, he was adorable!”
The indignant tilt o his chin and his crossed arms, his
tight level mouth, all paint a picture o a boy who knows
what he wants. Blaine doesn’t think it’s dicult; he thinks
it’s wonderul.
Tracy leans over the bar, and he lowers the phone down so
they can both look at it. “Disgusting. Man, he really was.
And doesn’t that little rown look amiliar?”
Blaine looks at it a little bit longer, because o course it
does, and then he pulls the phone back toward him and
fips to today’s entry, the picture that had sent him into
a tailspin.
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He’s been looking in the mirror every day or years, star-
ing at himsel and wondering who he could become, andhe would recognize his own eyes anywhere. He’s always
thought they were unremarkable—expressive, maybe, like
Tracy had said, but not particularly beautiul. And now
here they are, so careully rendered, and he can’t help
remembering the conversation Kurt had walked into all
those weeks ago, back when they rst met.
He reluctantly hands the phone back to Tracy. Every-
thing reminds him o Kurt now but even so, there is only
one person that could be—those salads, that rown, the
wrapped silverware. He never could have known beore
this moment, but in retrospect the clues all into place
in one long line. Kurt’s hours, his job in ‘publishing’, thestories about his riends. Kurt had even talked about his
dad, and he’s been looking at the everyman or so long
that he never... well.
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He takes a deep breath and then blows it out. “It’s a week
o those, right?”
“Yep. Know anything else that’s supposed to last a week
right about now?” Her smile is wicked, knowing.
Blaine simply says, “Hey, can you text me the link or
those? I want to make sure I keep up with them romnow on.”
“Done, but hey. I’m going to need to swap some more shits
with you, i you can.” He pulls a ace, but she says, “You
owe me,” and she’s not wrong.
* * *
Saturday morning Blaine is up with the sun, and he lies
in his tiny studio and reaches or his phone. Yesterday’s
strip is still up, and he brings his phone close to his ace
to study it.
The lines are so dierent. There’s so much warmth here,
a kind o realism that is completely dierent rom what
he’s used to seeing rom this artist. From Kurt, he now
realizes, and he lies in bed and reconciles what he knows
o the tender-hearted, deensive man he knows and the
cartoonist he’s been ollowing or years now.
Kurt is strong, rigid, sarcastic and bitchy and kind. He
loves his ather ( oh, his father, he thinks as the penny drops
again, and oh god he wants to meet him so badly) and his
riends and his laptop and his avocados.
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And, apparently, he is interested.
He doesn’t squeal like a little girl, but he might kick his
eet. A little.
He rereshes the browser three more times, and then
makes himsel get up and go or a run. He leaves the phone
at home, on purpose, to make himsel wait. When he stag-gers back up the stairs an hour later, though, he drags his
shirt o over his head and drops it on the foor while he
scoops it rom his nightstand.
There’s a text message rom Tracy: “Oh my god! Are you
Abelard or Heloise? It’s ocial: once you two get your shittogether, you are nding me a man.”
He grins and rereshes the page one more time, smiling
harder when there’s a link at the bottom pointing him
to the next page. He clicks the link, and waits or it to
come up.
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“Oh, Kurt,” he whispers. “How could I not?” Kurt is reach-
ing or him, or maybe he’s reaching or Kurt. He studies
the nails, the long ngers, and he grins when he thinks
about how they elt against his own. It ades when he
thinks o how close he had almost come to missing this; i
Tracy hadn’t said something he might never have known
this sweet, careul revelation o Kurt. It would have been
such a loss.
That aternoon he goes to the bar. It’s a Saturday night and
the room is ull and the money and the alcohol are fowing.
He stays late to cover or Tracy and he goes home with a
pocket ull o tips and goes to bed early.
Sunday passes in a haze o laundry and compulsively check-
ing his phone. It doesn’t go up until 2:30, and when he does,
he texts Tracy. “Check the website. Look amiliar? Note the
time, so I’m coming in or a ew minutes tomorrow. Please
don’t make this a bigger deal than it already is.”
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* * *
By the time he wakes up the next morning at 10:30, the
website is already live. The drawing is enormous and takes
a while to load, and he has to scroll across the screen just
to take it all in.
He breathes through his joy. Each line captures so much
warmth o the place, o their interaction. The detail is
breathtaking - the bottles, the clock, the peace o the scene.
But the central gures draw his attention, and as he lies
in bed he can’t help but stare.
And grin. It hasn’t been much o a mystery or a while
now, but seeing it in black and white, in clear and careul
pencil strokes and not just something he’s made up to keep
himsel occupied and entertained is exactly what he needs
right now. That’s him, and that’s Kurt, gazing at each other
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across the bar, and this is happening. Kurt looks beautiul,
declaring himsel or the artist he is, pencil nally in hand,
and he can’t wait to see him again.
* * *
Kurt comes through the door at 1:55, his bag banging
against his side just like usual. He’s in that avorite greycardigan o his, and a blue scar hangs around his neck,
wrapped against the chill.
Blaine picks up the shaker the minute he sees him, and he
watches his own hands pour the martini beore he slides
it over. Kurt meets him there, and as he lets go o the glasshe lets his ngers drit across the back o Kurt’s hand.
“Welcome back. You are incredibly talented. And you’ve
been holding out on me.”
Kurt blushes, but he takes a sip o the martini. His eyes
meet Blaine’s over the lip o the glass, and in the aternoon
light they look so blue.
Kurt puts the glass on the bar and slides onto a stool. “So
you saw them.”
“I did. I – Kurt.”
Kurt sighs and opens his mouth to say something, but just
then Tracy passes behind him and nudges Kurt on the
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at her, but she’s gone past, hurrying to deliver plates to a
pair o tourists in the corner.
Blaine says, “I switched shits with Tracy so I can be o
today; I’m not actually on the clock right now. You wanna...
I don’t know. Get out o here? See each other somewhere
else?”
Kurt’s smile is delighted. “You came in just or me?”
“I gure ater the week o eort you put in, hanging out
here or a ew minutes wasn’t much o a hardship.” Kurt
looks down at the hands sitting inches rom each other on
the bar and smiles, and Blaine reaches over to nally holdKurt’s in his own. Kurt’s hand is still a little chilled rom
outside, and he tightens his ngers around it and strokes it
with his thumb. “Hey. I need to hang up my apron. Come
back with me?” Kurt looks up rom their hands, and his
smile is beautiul.
The silence is thick between them when they meet at the
end o the bar, and Blaine hates that it’s suddenly so awk-
ward. The small oce where the sta hang their aprons
is quiet, so Blaine says, “I was thinking—you haven’t had
lunch yet, have you? Because you... I mean. You usually
eat here. So do you want to go nd somewhere to grab a
quick bite? Somewhere without a Tracy?” He turns to Kurtwith a grin when he says it, and Kurt is leaning against the
door watching him, a hint o a smile in his eyes.
“I want to try something rst,” Kurt says quiet and low.
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and Kurt has come closer. It’s dim and dingy and the
mufed clatter o glass and metal rom the kitchen beats
an uneven rhythm, but Kurt’s eyes are still sot. “This is
where this is going, right?”
Blaine reaches out to him and gets him by the arm, because
he’d hoped it was beore and he’ll be damned i he lets it
go anywhere else. He tugs a little, and says, “I hope so.”
“Then let’s make sure.” Kurt’s eyes close as he leans in
and kisses him.
It’s a sot brush o breath and Kurt’s sot lips, the bite o
gin over sweet peppermint, and Blaine’s heart soars; Kurtcame ready to kiss him. His mouth is gentle, though—so
tentative and careul, just in case—so Blaine grips his arm
tighter and squeezes his eyes shut and ocuses on Kurt’s
mouth against his own. It’s the gentlest motion, lips slid-
ing against each other, and ater a ew seconds Kurt slides
back, looks down at him and whispers, “Okay?”
Blaine studies his ace, his wide, earnest eyes judging
and assessing him. Kurt is always watching, and there
are things that Blaine knows his ace must be saying but
he can’t quite trust that Kurt is reading them right. He
wants this to be very clear; Kurt’s made his declarations
twice now.
Blaine uses his grip on Kurt’s arm to tug. He’s done with
tentative explorations and taking it slow. “Come back here,”
he whispers, and he takes Kurt’s mouth again, slipping his
tongue out to slide against Kurt’s. Kurt kisses careully,
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methodically, always testing and already it makes Blaine
crazy or him, so he slides his hands around to press Kurt
in tighter. Kurt is solid against him, the wool o his car-
digan sot and scratchy against his ngers, and when he
slides his hand into the small o Kurt’s back and sucks at
his tongue, Kurt whimpers into his mouth.
He grins into the kiss and pulls away in a series o smallkisses, nishing with a kiss to Kurt’s nose. His eyes are
unocused, his pupils wide, and when he whispers, “Really
okay. Come have lunch with me,” Kurt nods and rests his
orehead against his own.
* * *
They go to a caé two streets over, where they sit and stare
at each other, unable to stop grinning. Blaine won’t let go
o his hand, and he can’t stop eeling Kurt’s skin. He traces
down each o Kurt’s ngers and lingers over the calloused
little dent in his middle nger—“hazards o the proession,”
Kurt says. Blaine loves it.
The waiter comes twice to see i they’re ready to order, but
both times they’re pulled out o conversation and have no
idea what’s even on the menu. Ater the second time, Kurt
looks at him and ater a long pause, his gaze thoughtul,
he says, “Obviously you know that I live nearby. Wouldyou like to come back to my place?”
* * *
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Kurt’s apartment is small but well-kept, and Blaine gets a
vague impression o muted colors and clean lines beore
Kurt presses him down onto the soa and leans over him.
Blaine fips them over a ew minutes later, pushing Kurt
onto his back and into the soa so that he can hover, so
that he can get to more o him.
When Blaine mouths gently at the tender lobe o his earand runs his ngers under the waistband o his trousers,
Kurt gasps out, “I can’t go to bed with you yet—I don’t
even know you.”
“We’ve been getting to know each other or months.”
“Right, but not dating .”
He props himsel up above Kurt and looks down at him.
His hair is disheveled and his lips are red and his eyes
are wide. “I’m Blaine Anderson. I grew up in Ohio but
got here as soon as I could. I’ve slept with ve people and
had two real boyriends, and both o those relationships
ended well. I’m trying to make it as a musician, I play the
guitar and the piano and I sing. My dad still wants me to
go to law school, and all my mother wants is or me to be
happy, even i it’s just tending bar. I like movies better than
books because they take less time; I like boxing better than
running but running is cheaper.” He leans in and mouthsat Kurt’s throat, letting his tongue slide along silky skin
and stubble beore he continues, his voice quieter now that
he’s close enough to Kurt’s skin to taste it. “I’ve wanted to
kiss your neck or weeks, and it’s as good as I thought it
would be, but now I really want to take o your clothes.”
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Kurt’s groan is deep and breathy and sounds nothing like
‘no’, so Blaine bites gently at his Adam’s apple and nudges
his hips closer. “What else?”
Kurt’s head strains back against the armrest, and his voice
is breathy and rushed. “I’m Kurt Hummel. I wanted to
be a Broadway star or a ashion designer but ended up in
a costume shop beore I became an editorial cartoonistwho sometimes still works as a dresser, and that path is
way too long and convoluted to trace out now. I grew up
in Ohio, too, and we should talk about that. I tend to take
riends as lovers instead o having real boyriends, but
I’ve thought or a while that it’s time to try something
new. This’ll never work, though—I like books and movies,or dierent reasons, and I’m a yoga and Pilates person.”
Blaine’s ngers work at the buttons o Kurt’s shirt in the
small space between their bodies, and he scratches against
sot, warm cotton until he gets to skin and the muscles o
Kurt’s abdomen fex under his ngertips. “Bendy.”
“Quite.” Kurt says, and his voice is rich and playul.
“You’re right,” he breathes against Kurt’s mouth. “That
sounds horrible.”
Kurt’s ngers dig in. “And all that boxing has let youwith these shoulders, my god . It’s completely impossible.”
He pauses his exploration o Kurt’s throat to look down
at him. Kurt’s eyes are wide, his pupils swallowing the
blue. “You orgot to tell me that you like grilled chicken
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salad with slices o good avocado instead o dressing, or
that your avorite indulgence is a martini in the aternoon.
And there was nothing about blue being your avorite
color, or that you like abrics that eel good under your
hands, or that you have a wicked sense o humor and a
very tender heart.”
“Those are just details,” Kurt insists.
“What’s your avorite favor o ice cream?”
“I don’t eat ice cream,” Kurt says, and it comes out so auto-
matically that Blaine leans down to bite against his neck.
“Liar. Come on, your absolute avorite.”
“Ben & Jerry’s Strawberry Cheesecake,” he gasps out, all
in one long string, and Blaine sucks a kiss to his throat
as a reward.
“That’s what I thought.” He props himsel up to look at
Kurt again, and then leans down to whisper against his
ear. He can’t stand being too ar away. “It’s all details. I
know you, but not as well as I want to and not as well as
I’m going to. Can I take you to bed now?”
“We’re not going anywhere,” Kurt says, as he tumbles themto the foor and pins him there.
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They end the day in Kurt’s bed; Kurt pulls on a pair o
boxer bries and a hastily buttoned shirt and uses his
laptop to order Thai and leaves to answer the door with
promises to bring everything back to bed. Blaine lies on
his back across Kurt’s bed, his limbs heavy, and looks at
the room in the dying light rom the window. Kurt’s laptop
is plugged in and charging on the corner o his desk, and
something about that makes him smile; it’s out o context,new but nothing like unwelcome.
They’ve spent the aternoon and into the evening moving
rom couch to foor and nally to bed, and Blaine’s ready to
settle in or the oreseeable uture. Their hands had never
let each other; even when they pulled away or some o the best conversations Blaine has ever had, their ngers
had been interlaced or sliding over warm skin. Kurt is
ull o stories, about growing up in Lima and working in a
costume shop and his dad’s bizarre stint in Congress and
a crush he’d had over the summer that had come crashing
down around him just in time or a cute bartender to bring
him a cheeseburger with avocado, and Blaine had smiled
and kissed him gently. Blaine had told him so much, really.
About his amily, about past boyriends, about the things
he loves about music but the way he might be growing
past the wish to make it a career. Kurt had listened while
he’d rambled through an explanation o that last thing,
his eyes sot and his ngers driting through Blaine’s hairand down his jawline, and then he’s said, “You’re good—I
think you could do it i you want to. You could make it in
a way I never could, I think, but you have to want it more
than anything else.” Blaine hadn’t thought he could ever
want anything more than what he had right then, and
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when he’d said so Kurt had leaned down and whispered
against his mouth, “Okay, that deserves another kiss,” and
then they hadn’t really talked or another 45 minutes. Not
with words, anyway.
When Kurt comes back with ood he’s ull o shy smiles,
and he sits a ull tray on the bed. “Nice to be serving you,
or once,” he says, and Blaine slips his hand up underKurt’s shirt to get to his skin. All aternoon he hasn’t been
able to stop touching him, his palms hungry or the sweet
slide o him, and Kurt turns and smiles down at him ondly.
“Do you not want to eat?”
Blaine grins up at him and leans up to him, stealing anotherslow kiss. It’s been hours o this now, and the urgency is
gone, but he still eels drunk on it, on the reality and the
possibility curving out ahead o them. “I could eat,” he
mumbles against Kurt’s mouth, and just then his stomach
grumbles.
Kurt pulls back, breaking the kiss with a laugh. “We
skipped lunch. Here,” he says, as he holds out a ried
spring roll.
Blaine grins into the bite, and Kurt smiles at him while
he does. He alls back onto the pillows to chew, and Kurt
raises a brow at him. “You expect me to eed you?”
He swallows and says, “I don’t know. Seems air. How
many lunches have I brought you? And this is just one
meal. I think you should have to work or it.” He beams
up at Kurt, who scos.
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“What have you been looking at or the last week? I think
I did work or it, thank you,” and he takes the next bite o
spring roll or himsel.
Blaine pushes himsel to seated and says, “Okay, point.”
Kurt drags over the tray and says, “Exactly. So eed your-
sel. And then we can shower.”
They eat quickly—everything is so good, and Blaine can’t
help eeding Kurt. He looks sot, his hair mussed and his
shirt askew, and while Kurt chews noodles Blaine takes
advantage o the opportunity to push the shirt o one
shoulder and pepper kisses across his skin.
“You are ridiculous,” Kurt says as he lits a dumpling to
Blaine’s mouth in return. “Hurry, eat, and we can get back
to that!” Blaine captures his hand on the way back down
to the bed and holds it between both o his own. He gets it
by the wrist and holds it up, and when he nishes chewing
he looks at Kurt and holds his own up to it and then grins,
cocking one brow at him.
“Yes, yes, you’re very firty.”
He slides his ngers down to lace with Kurt’s and says,
“It worked, didn’t it?”
Kurt kisses him sot and sweet then, his mouth tasting like
coriander and sh sauce, and Blaine can’t stop grinning.
Five minutes later he pulls away, gasping, “Wait, let me—”
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and he moves the tray o the bed, pushing it into a corner
underneath a drying rack draped with sweaters.
When he turns back to the bed, Kurt is sprawled across
it, arms thrown out to the sides, his dick straining again
against the ront o his boxer bries. Blaine grins and takes
to the bed on one knee beore he kisses his way down
Kurt’s neck. His skin is so sot, pink and white, and the hairon his chest is this gorgeous dusting o pale brown. He’s
already hal in love with Kurt’s belly, with the way kisses
make the muscles tense against his tongue. He watches
Kurt’s ace as he eases the boxer bries back down; his
eyes are glassy, his mouth red and wide open.
“Oh, I guess we can shower later,” Kurt gasps out, his hands
coming to rest in Blaine’s hair.
Kurt’s dick is rosy, long and thick and Blaine wants to
breathe him in, wants to swallow him whole, and the
best he can do is suck him into his mouth, to hold him
there. He suckles the head, uses his hands to push Kurt’s
thighs wider, and lets his lips slip down so that he’s deep,
the head tickling against his sot palate so he can prepare
to swallow around him.
Kurt gasps out, “Oh god. Yes. That... suck it, Blaine.”
It’s a lthy perect present, hearing that come out o Kurt’s
mouth while Kurt tugs gently at his hair, and he moans
around Kurt’s dick. And he does what he’s told.
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Six weeks later, Blaine is back at the bar, serving and pe-
riodically glancing at the door, waiting or Kurt; he’s been
pushing to next week’s deadline and it’s already ater ve,
but he promised to come by once he was done. He hasn’t
been around as much the last week or so, ater he nally
broke down and conessed to Blaine that he was so tired o
eating out or lunch every day, and now that they’re in and
out o each other’s space so oten they don’t need time atthe bar in quite the same way.
Last night Blaine slept over at Kurt’s again, and it’s prob-
ably ar too soon but this morning Kurt stood in his tiny
scrap o a kitchen and drank graperuit juice and slid
something across the counter. It was a key to his apart-ment, and then right ater that Kurt’s mouth was cold
and tart and smiling against his own. Blaine grins at the
memory and ngers the key in his apron pocket.
He gets busy or a minute, and suddenly Kurt is right in
ront o him, pushing his way through Happy Hour crowds
and rowning a little at the close quarters.
“Hey there!” Blaine cries, and he pushes his weight onto
his hands and leans over the bar or a kiss, short and sweet,
and when Kurt bites at his lip a little he pushes up again
and dives in or a second kiss, making this one last.
Tracy, naturally, responds by shouting Catullus at the
top o her lungs, as has been her habit these last ew
weeks. “ Da mi basia mille, deinde centum,” and Blaine
breaks the kiss to settle back behind the bar and swat at
her with the back o his hand.
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“Don’t be jealous,” Kurt snipes. “I told you—get through
nals and we’ll nd you a man.”
“How, by aggressively taking me out to lunch?”
“You’re the one who wanted two gay wingmen. You gure
it out,” Kurt says.
“No, I meant it. I have to keep giving shits to your boy-
riend there and I’m seriously broke. You should take me
out to lunch.”
Blaine draws beers or the pair o cops Kurt pushed up
next to and grins while he listens to them banter and bitchat each other. He loves Kurt like this; last week he’d met
Rachel and, besides the shock-and-awe actor o meeting
Kurt’s cartoon princess in the fesh, he’d loved sitting there
and watching them harass and nurture each other. Kurt
thinks Rachel is spoiled and entitled, and Rachel thinks
Kurt is ar too bitter, and they’re both ercely loyal to the
other. He’d sat there, his chin propped on his st, and
watched them bicker, and his hand had stolen under the
table to grab Kurt’s to squeeze it, because he’d been araid
he would accidentally start blurting out conessions i he
didn’t. Kurt had turned and given him a heart-melting
smile, and then turned on a dime and started bitching
at Rachel again. He’s sure he ell in love a little bit more,right then.
Kurt makes one more smart remark to Tracy, “... and when
we do go out, or god’s sake, put something more appealing
on. You look like an ill-advised Fashion Plates experiment,”
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and then he slaps the same gay weekly where Blaine reads
his strip down on the counter.
“Have you looked at this today?” Kurt inquires, his eyes
warm.
“Nope, no time. I was late getting out o the house this
morning—” Kurt’s grin is sot, shy. “And then I went run-ning, had to shower, and then get here. Good one today?”
Kurt turns it around and slides it across the bar.
And it’s him. It’s Kurt’s usual style, caricatured and styl-
ized, but that’s his hair, his weirdo eyebrows (and Kurthad sworn he loved them, but he should have known
when he wouldn’t stop tracing them with his ngers one
lazy aternoon that something was up), and his smile.
Kurt’s three avorite characters sit side by side at a bar:
The Princess with an over-garnished cocktail glass by her
hand, The Drag Queen with a simple glass o dark wine,
and The Everyman with a beer. All o them are sitting
with their heads sunk into their hands across rom him.
And across the bottom is his caption: “Wanna talk about
it? I’m desperate or new lyrics. That’ll be $8.”
He stares at it until Tracy grabs it out o his hands, looks
at it and crows, “Oh my god, we have a celebrity bartender.”
Kurt raises a brow at him, and Tracy grabs his arm and
asks him where the blu-tack is and then says, “Oh ne.
Kiss him again. I’ll gure this out.”
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“You made me a character?”
“You have a very interesting ace. And I don’t have a New
York working artist type—there’s stu I can’t have any o
them say, not without it changing the meaning or threaten-
ing the integrity o the character, and my agent is trying
to get me into the Voice, so. I had to.” Kurt’s chin is high
and he has his arms wrapped around himsel, so Blainenods his head toward the end o the bar and starts walking.
When Kurt gets there he’s already talking, “I’m sorry, I
really should have—” but Blaine grabs him and pushes
him up against the wall at the end o the bar next to the
kitchen window, and presses him into a kiss. There is somuch he wants to say, but Kurt’s hands futter around his
back and his hair beore his arms nally wrap rm around
his shoulders. Hal the room is catcalling and Blaine is at
work, so this can’t go on or too long, but he can hear Tracy
yelling, “No, really, somehow he is a celebrity bartender.
Since when is that a thing?” in the background and laughter
chasing ater it, and he is overwhelmed with it.
This is a place where he belongs, and this joy is too much,
and he pulls back and says, “ Kurt. I love it.” He waits, just
or a second, but he’s known it was true or weeks already
and it’s so easy to say now, so he rests his orehead against
Kurt’s and whispers, “I love you.”
“Oh. Okay. Good. Me too.” There he is again: wide, happy
eyes, smiling mouth, color high on his cheeks. Blaine
wants to look at him or a very long time, and he wants
him to always look this happy.
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He watches Kurt’s smiling ace and thinks about Kurt’s
work, about the way he’s come to understand it as they’ve
wrapped their lives up tighter and tighter together over
the last ew weeks. The Princess, The Drag Queen, The
Everyman: they’re all part o Kurt, part o what makes his
voice what it is. And now he’s one o them.
He says, “Okay. Good,” and then he kisses him again.
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