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[kurtsy]

"Are you Kurt Hummel?! Can you sign something for me?"

"Er, yeah... I guess?" Kurt was kind of used to being asked for his autograph, but mostly after performances or in other dedicated time slots and spaces. Not when entering Scandals. He felt he should somehow still be anonymous here. Instead here he was, signing a guy's coaster for him with an awkward smile.

He was by himself, even though Finn had offered to come with him. That seemed like he'd have to save his brother from accidentally leading guys on though and overall more hassle than it would help in terms of moral support. He just hoped that his stalking of Blaine's instagram and other social media had been as subtle as successful and he actually came here.

Kurt was dressed in a blue shirt with a matching necktie, black pants and calf-high boots. Nothing unusual while still hitting on a few of Blaine's preferences, unless they had changed. They probably had. He'd have to find out what he liked now. He wanted him back. But first he had to find him.

He walked over to the bar and ordered a drink, no alcohol, subtly looking around for anyone familiar.

[warblainer]

"No." Blaine felt all the warmth leave his body and the floor open up beneath him as he slowly, not so bravely, hid behind Dave's very large figure to shield himself from the oncoming storm. Dave was actually on the verge of pulling this guy he was with, given their energy and boring romantic talk but Blaine didn't care. "No, no, no. Dave, no, you have to help me."

Blaine peeked out from behind his friend, his fingers fisting into Dave's sports jacket.

That was Kurt. Kurt Hummel. Kurt who dumped him. Kurt who went on to have an amazing, wonderful career and was probably shacked up with some over broadway gay stud. And he was here, bitter and alone and not even wearing anything nice. He didn't even want to come today, he had been dragged here to cheer up. He wanted to stay home and eat the box of donuts he had gotten on the way home.

"Oh no, this is awful!"

Oh no, Kurt was close. What if he could hear him. Blaine stared, mouth wide open. "Help."

[bearofsky]

"What's going o-- Oh." Yeah, now Dave had spotted Kurt as well and he was trying not to obviously stare. He glanced Blaine's way and then looked at the guy he had definitely been about to score with. "Excuse me, my friend's having a crisis."

Well, he was. He allowed Blaine to hide against him, glancing back at Kurt again and then whistling below his breath. "Damn. Kurt's been working out." Who'd have thought? Those shoulders were very broad. He could see the muscles even through the fabric of his shirt.

Maybe commenting on that was hot helpful to Blaine. Probably not. "Did you know he was in town?" Probably not.

[kurtsy]

Kurt sat on the couch he currently slept on, his phone in hand, his laptop open, and he even had a notebook that he had scribbled some notes into. At least that felt more productive than simply being heartbroken and jealous, plagued with images of Dave making out with Blaine.

He ended up texting Harry, after having dodged several of his calls following the 'I'll finance your next project no matter what it is as long as you star in it and it is as gay as the last' conversation that had triggered his soul-searching trip home.

are you active on grindr?

[fantod]

Yes. Duh.

Kurt, come back.

I have no idea what to tell people
Your name is on the stupid posters.
You didn't do the cast recording.

I will sue your hot ass.

[kurtsy]

I'll come back for the cast recordings

maybe next month? I need time

my voice is gone or something

we can work on a new project too

but first I have a project here

can you set your grindr to lima, ohio?

[kurtsy]

Kurt had considered his outfit for a long time and ultimately settled on something reminiscent of his prom outfit, complete with kilt. He wasn't about to hold back and he was hoping that Blaine was still as weak for nostalgia, his calves and the vibe of anything queer as ever. He stood outside the building, the rainbow bouquet he had purchased for the occasion behind his back, his nerves frayed.

Sleeping had been a bit of an impossibility, but at least he knew now that Blaine was not actually taken. So he had to go for it. Had to keep going for it.

[warblainer]

"Like I said, just use the CD I burned and I think it's really going to help. Sing along and she'll love it." Blaine explained as he walked his client out to the front steps and handed her a CD he had made with all of the little girls favourite songs. He crouched down to her level and raised his hand. "Now give me a high five and next week, we're gonna boogie so hard. Deal!"

The girl hugged his arm instead of giving him a high five and Blaine laughed. "See you later, Sophie!"

The mom and her daughter waved and took off down the stairs, only sending a partial look at Kurt. Especially Sophie, who seemed mesmerised by the colours but easily distracted. And she wasn't alone in being pulled into the colours. Blaine stood on the top of the steps, just staring down at Kurt and that insanely pretty bouquet of flowers. Huh. He did not see this one coming. "Kurt?"

[kurtsy]

"Hello, fancy running into you." Kurt smiled and decided to act as if this was not at all strange, as if this should be expected. Maybe it should have been. He had made his intentions very, very clear, after all. "You're really in your element with the kids here, aren't you? I'm not surprised. You were always great with kids."

It really was a weakness. One of the many, many weaknesses he had around Blaine, it seemed as if the list was never-ending. He held the bouquet out to him and smiled. "Here. They made me think of you."

[warblainer]

We are no longer fake dating.

I caved cause Kurt is unfair and mean.

Don't judge me.

Also do you need anything from the store?

[bearofsky]

what did kurt do, did he yell or anything like that? he is scary when he yells...

you could pick up some chicken

[warblainer]

No, he was just charming and lovely

He got me cronuts and sang to the kids at my work.

I will pick up chicken. How much chicken? You like a lot of chicken.

[troutmouth]

"I should have gone with comic accurate or something, your cosplay is way cooler than mine," Sam complained, although he knew that he had made the right choice because Mercedes thought that this take on Thor was a lot sexier than a more comic accurate one would have been. Happy wife, so much happier life. Still, Blaine looked cool and slightly obscure, which was pretty damn cool.

"Are you nervous?" He just seemed it. "You barely ate breakfast."

[warblainer]

"No, you look awesome. I think it really works for you and besides, you're so hot that no one will care. You look like Thor, man. Even without the costume." Blaine reached out and put a hand on Sam's shoulder, looking deep in his eyes. "That's how I see it and no one can change my mind."

"Oh my God, stop hitting on my boyfriend."

"I'm not!" Blaine moved his hand away and looked panicked until he saw Mercedes smile in the mirror. Okay, okay, just a joke. "I'm crazy nervous. I don't know if people will know the costume well and ... I heard Kurt might come. And he's after me and I'm gonna be dressed like this." So a lot to think about.

"You both look great, calm down. Deep breaths, dorks. Deep breaths."

[troutmouth]

"I'm with my friend-husband now, wife, you have to accept our love," Sam explained to Mercedes, mostly just grinning at Blaine. He never minded looking into Blaine's eyes, they were so beautiful and brought him a lot of joy. Very similar to his puppy's eyes. He really wished he had been allowed to bring the dog to comic con, but Blaine was the next best thing. "You look amazing, man. Kurt is gonna want you back even more if he sees you like this."

Sam looked down himself to make an ab check. "I need to stop drinking now or I'll not look good enough for pictures."

[warblainer]

Blaine was having a colder shower than maybe he should have had but he needed to get himself under control. Dinner was amazing but there was an energy, some unresolved tension lingering between them and every touch, every glance, every kiss - it just drove him insane. He wanted to have sex with Kurt, he wanted to hold his hand and have sex with him, just be all romantic and passionate... but he was terrified.

What if he was bad? He was definitely rusty. And he was crazy out of shape compared to Kurt. He remembered Blaine when he was young and had a better metabolism.

He finished washing up and turned off the water, using the towel to dry himself off and looking at himself in the mirror. Ugh. Maybe he should do some crunches before they fucked. Or jog around the neighbourhood.

Blaine pulled on the pyjamas that Mercedes had helpfully packed and did up the buttons on his shirt before he psyched himself up one more time and headed out to where Kurt was sitting on the bed. Kurt had showered first and his hair looked all sexy, ruffled and wet. God damn it. "Hey."

[kurtsy]

"Hey," Kurt greeted him with a wave and then inwardly chastised himself for greeting him with a stupid wave. How gay was that? Not in the good way either. He breathed out and shook his head, trying to move past it. "I love your hair right after a shower, have I told you that?"

All right, maybe compliments were a bad road to go down, given they were trying to have this very platonic first night. No sex. Just talking and reconnecting and movies and not his fingers digging into Blaine's hips as he pushed him down-- Damn.

He swallowed and held up his phone. "My agent is nervous because I won't tell him when I'll do the cast recording. I told you about that." There, topic changed.

[warblainer]

"Thanks. I know you like the curls. I sometimes I have them more natural but not often, it confuses Sam." And also he was way too stressed and tense right now so it was hair gel central lately. He was less self conscious of his hair these days, he had a few compliments on it but chaos usually needed taming. Of course.

"When do you plan to go to New York and record it?" Blaine asked as he came over and sat on the bed next to Kurt, looking at him curiously. Kurt was a Broadway star, it seemed unlikely he really would stay in Ohio. And that idea made his stomach fill with butterflies. "At least once it's done, it's done."

He peered curiously at his phone. God, they were on a bed together. He just wanted to beg Kurt to take him here and now. "It's cool you did the whole Broadway dream. You and Rachel, huh? Unstoppable."

[kurtsy]

"Baby, I want to talk to you about something." Kurt sat down on Blaine's bed after entering his room, having just gotten here since Blaine had been working until now. He was dressed in turquoise slacks and a white shirt with a subtle floral pattern, accessorised with a red necktie. He always wore neckwear when around Blaine, it tended to hit the right buttons.

He leaned back on his hands, his legs crossed, looking at Blaine with a bit of a smile. "Not a bad talk, I promise."

[warblainer]

"Uh, sure, I always like non-bad talks." Blaine smiled as he leaned back against his headboard, undoing his bowtie and getting comfortable. Today had been a long day and he was ready to be lazy, lie in bed, maybe watch a movie with his beautiful lover and hide away in his manly arms. And then maybe sex, if he was lucky.

"If the talk is about the kitchen, that's all Dave's thing. I didn't organise it and I know it's confusing but he likes keeping the knives near the fridge cause of the meat." Blaine clarified helpfully.

[kurtsy]

"Yeah, I'm not messing with Dave's kitchen. He's weirdly sensitive about that for a man who has only made four different dishes in his life and who thinks that 'salt' and 'tabasco' is all there is to seasoning." So, clearly, Kurt had a lot to say on that subject in theory, it was simply not what needed to be discussed right now.

He put a hand on Blaine's knee to ensure he had his focus, looking at him as he started. "I told you about the cast recording. I've officially run out of time putting that off now, I'm about to risk breach of contract. So I need to go back and get that done next week."

[warblainer]

I AM IN HELL

I HATE NEW YORK!!!!

Kurt wants me to go to nyc and meet people and network. He wants me to MOVE. I know it. I hate it, I hate New York. I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT

[troutmouth]

he can't make you move, you live here?????

have you told him you live here???

[kurtsy]

After introducing Blaine to everyone as his one true love, rather sappily, the evening was relatively relaxed. At least from Kurt's perspective. He was talking to Axel about his new collection that was due out any day now, curious about the process. They were in the artist and scientist collective apartment, as he thought of it. Cisco, Lisa, Hartley and, last but never least, Axel. All still living together, somehow making it work.

Right now there was also Isabella with a few friends, there were small bits of food circulating on platters. There were Lisa and Cisco dancing to strangely quiet music, Isabella cheering them on, some of her friends oohing and aahing over the pieces of Axel's collection that he'd shown off.

Hartley was nowhere to be seen, he was in the other room. Not that unusual.

Kurt was trying to involve Blaine in the conversation, but he didn't seem to want to. Something really bothered him about Axel. "Blaine's brother is Edward Nygma. You know him." He tried to change the topic so that Blaine would be included.

[warblainer]

"Oh yeah, I know him." Axel smirked at the idea of Edward, shirtless, laughing in that insanely charming way. Axel leaned back on his hands where he was sitting, sprawled out on the floor like an irresistible fuckboy. Blaine genuinely hated Axel. He hated everything about him. His smirk, the way he touched Kurt, the way they flirted but not really, just close enough to flirting but never quite. So if he was upset, he was insane! And now, he got to learn that this guy didn't just fuck Hartley but maybe Ed. Ew.

This was tough. He gritted his teeth and faked a smile. "Wow, is there anyone you don't know?" Seemed like a good question, honestly.

"Well, you. I know Kurt so well but I barely know his soulmate. But hey, you two are super cute." Axel admitted, looking up at Kurt with such love and awe. Or, at least, Blaine assumed so. "But don't worry, while he's in New York, I'll keep an eye on him. Kurt will be just fine with us."

"Oh, I bet you will." He hated Axel. He hated him and he wanted to go home but that was childish and he couldn't. He was cool and mature. "Kurt is pretty independent."

"Oh yeah, independent. He don't need no man." What the hell did that mean?!?!