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"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.
"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.
"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."
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."
"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.
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.
"No!" Of course he hadn't or he wouldn't have left the house. God, he did look in shape. He was all ripped and sexy. Great, just great. Dumping him had clearly agreed well with him. Blaine had given up on exercise a while back and he didn't much dance or perform. Sometimes he watched Sam work out? That kinda counted.
"I can't be seen like this. I'm pathetic. He's going to have a boyfriend and-and be all in shape and happy. I need a boy." Blaine whined and then a very stupid and potentially weird idea came into his head.
He looked at Dave, puppy dog eyes turned up to 100. "Can you just -- pretend? He won't be in Ohio long. Please. Pleaaase."
"I can't be seen like this. I'm pathetic. He's going to have a boyfriend and-and be all in shape and happy. I need a boy." Blaine whined and then a very stupid and potentially weird idea came into his head.
He looked at Dave, puppy dog eyes turned up to 100. "Can you just -- pretend? He won't be in Ohio long. Please. Pleaaase."
"...I guess." That seemed like an awful idea but if there was a way to say no to Blaine's puppy dog eyes than Dave hadn't found it yet. He did at least say this much though, "You're being ridiculous. You look great and you are not pathetic and if he can't see that, then screw him."
Still, he was a good friend and so he wrapped an arm around Blaine, sinking his chances of getting laid today. Whatever. Blaine was right, Kurt wouldn't be here for long. "Shall we go say hi then, sweetheart?"
Still, he was a good friend and so he wrapped an arm around Blaine, sinking his chances of getting laid today. Whatever. Blaine was right, Kurt wouldn't be here for long. "Shall we go say hi then, sweetheart?"
"No, no, I don't want to." But Dave was moving him and his heart was threatening to burst in his chest. He could do this. He could handle this, why not? As they got closer, Kurt looked at him and their eyes met. Blaine felt all the air escape the room and forced himself to find a way to breathe again. It was Kurt. He was not over Kurt. He'd never be over Kurt. Despite what his then therapist had assured him over, there was no way.
"Kurt!" Blaine was wearing an almost painfully wide and friendly smile. He gripped one hand into the back of Dave's jacket so the other was not allowed to ditch him. "This is a surprise!"
"Kurt!" Blaine was wearing an almost painfully wide and friendly smile. He gripped one hand into the back of Dave's jacket so the other was not allowed to ditch him. "This is a surprise!"
"Blaine!" Kurt sounded exactly as breathless as Blaine, Dave noted, with his eyes wide and his smile wider, looking at Blaine with such intensity that he was fairly sure he hadn't even noticed him yet. "I'd no idea I'd bump into you here."
That was a lie, but Kurt hoped it wasn't an obvious one. His voice softened and his eyes stayed on Blaine. "You look great, Blaine."
"Hey, Kurt," Dave said.
"...oh, hi." Kurt gave Dave a brief nod, then his eyes were back on Blaine again.
That was a lie, but Kurt hoped it wasn't an obvious one. His voice softened and his eyes stayed on Blaine. "You look great, Blaine."
"Hey, Kurt," Dave said.
"...oh, hi." Kurt gave Dave a brief nod, then his eyes were back on Blaine again.
"Hey, yeah, I mean - it's fate. I wasn't going to come today." Bad fate. Mean fate. Honestly, fucking rude fate. Blaine leaned over and took the beer from Dave's hand, without asking, taking a very long drink because he was not sober enough for this. He tried to play it off as cool, casual drinking and not super weird drinking. "But Dave talked me into it."
He laughed nervously and then looked into Kurt's eyes and--
Yeah, it was hard to stop staring. They were beautiful. That lovely, soft blue that he had. It always drew him in. He wanted to kiss him but he knew he couldn't do that, as much as he wanted to. "Are you visiting family?"
He laughed nervously and then looked into Kurt's eyes and--
Yeah, it was hard to stop staring. They were beautiful. That lovely, soft blue that he had. It always drew him in. He wanted to kiss him but he knew he couldn't do that, as much as he wanted to. "Are you visiting family?"
"Guess it's always been fate with us," Kurt said and Dave did think that was pretty smooth delivery. Maybe that was what one learned on a Broadway stage. Personally, he just tended to tell a guy he was hot and take it from there. But then, he'd also never stared at someone the way these two were staring at each other. He let Blaine have his beer and considered going to get himself a new one.
"I'm staying with Finn right now." Kurt figured he should just go ahead and say it, but something kept him from it. "He was going to come but I was worried."
"He would be bait," Dave agreed, before talking to Blaine, "I'm gonna go get myself another beer, yeah?"
These two had to talk alone, the tension was getting to him. So, he felt like a traitor, but he walked away. He could always return if Blaine was going to start crying.
"I'm staying with Finn right now." Kurt figured he should just go ahead and say it, but something kept him from it. "He was going to come but I was worried."
"He would be bait," Dave agreed, before talking to Blaine, "I'm gonna go get myself another beer, yeah?"
These two had to talk alone, the tension was getting to him. So, he felt like a traitor, but he walked away. He could always return if Blaine was going to start crying.
"You are?" Traitor. Seriously. Top ten anime betrayals. Sam would never!
Blaine watched Dave go and then turned to Kurt, his stomach churning as he couldn't help but stand there and wonder why on Earth Kurt was here, staying with Finn of all people. He'd been to his place once, with Sam and some beers. It smelled like socks and gummy bears.
"So, uh, must be weird. Being back here." Blaine moved to the bar so he could lean against it and try to focus on anything but how ridiculously handsome and smooth Kurt was. Seriously, his knees were weak. Asshole. "I bet you can't wait to go back to New York. It's kinda quiet here. Nothing fun, just the same old."
It was safe. Not fun, not exciting but safe. He had friends, he had a job and a life and nothing was unpredictable and scary.
Blaine watched Dave go and then turned to Kurt, his stomach churning as he couldn't help but stand there and wonder why on Earth Kurt was here, staying with Finn of all people. He'd been to his place once, with Sam and some beers. It smelled like socks and gummy bears.
"So, uh, must be weird. Being back here." Blaine moved to the bar so he could lean against it and try to focus on anything but how ridiculously handsome and smooth Kurt was. Seriously, his knees were weak. Asshole. "I bet you can't wait to go back to New York. It's kinda quiet here. Nothing fun, just the same old."
It was safe. Not fun, not exciting but safe. He had friends, he had a job and a life and nothing was unpredictable and scary.
Kurt shook his head, but wordlessly. He moved to stand next to Blaine and then decided to simply go for it. Even knowing he would likely be rejected right away. He had to try and keep trying. So he put it all out there, reaching for Blaine's hand and covering it with one of his own as he tried to look into his eyes again, tried to hold his gaze. He wanted Blaine to see how sincere he was. "I'm home, Blaine."
There was the ghost of a smile and he continued. "I'm looking for a place. Big enough for a family."
Because that's what he wanted. With Blaine. "I have this plan. The first step is to get you to forgive me. Whatever it takes, I'm ready. And then, then I'm going to win you back. I'm not giving up on us. Not ever again."
There was the ghost of a smile and he continued. "I'm looking for a place. Big enough for a family."
Because that's what he wanted. With Blaine. "I have this plan. The first step is to get you to forgive me. Whatever it takes, I'm ready. And then, then I'm going to win you back. I'm not giving up on us. Not ever again."
Blaine wanted to cry at just the thought of any of this but he managed to keep all of those emotions down. Maybe when he got home, he could cry in his room and listen to some angsty music. Maybe some Taylor Swift. She got it, she always got it.
"Oh. Kurt." He said it so breathlessly, so damn needy. Yeah, no, he was going to cave and he knew he couldn't. It was pointless. It was doomed. He went over it again and again and again with therapists and every time, Blaine knew the truth. They weren't working, they never did and if they did this again, it'd also end the same. Getting his ass dumped for being annoying or too much or fucking up. God, the fuck ups. He'd have years to rip every last one apart and blame himself over them.
He was angry at Kurt, sure, but he was more angry at himself.
"That's-- That's nice but I'm, erm, I'm taken." Blaine lied, stupidly and boldly, not even thinking it through. He looked over at Dave with a hopelessly terrified expression, hoping he could read him like Sam could. "Sorry."
"Oh. Kurt." He said it so breathlessly, so damn needy. Yeah, no, he was going to cave and he knew he couldn't. It was pointless. It was doomed. He went over it again and again and again with therapists and every time, Blaine knew the truth. They weren't working, they never did and if they did this again, it'd also end the same. Getting his ass dumped for being annoying or too much or fucking up. God, the fuck ups. He'd have years to rip every last one apart and blame himself over them.
He was angry at Kurt, sure, but he was more angry at himself.
"That's-- That's nice but I'm, erm, I'm taken." Blaine lied, stupidly and boldly, not even thinking it through. He looked over at Dave with a hopelessly terrified expression, hoping he could read him like Sam could. "Sorry."
"Oh." Kurt just stood there, frozen in place and in thought and even his heart seemed to stand still. He didn't mean to say the next words out loud yet somehow they come out. "Please tell me it's not Sebastian Smythe."
Then he turned his head and he honestly wasn't sure whether it was better or worse when he saw Dave coming on over. He followed his former bully with his eyes when he reached them, new beer in hand, and wrapped his arms around Blaine from behind. The familiarity of the gesture was like being stabbed in the chest.
Kurt reached for the bar, feeling suddenly dizzy. "Oh damn..."
Then he turned his head and he honestly wasn't sure whether it was better or worse when he saw Dave coming on over. He followed his former bully with his eyes when he reached them, new beer in hand, and wrapped his arms around Blaine from behind. The familiarity of the gesture was like being stabbed in the chest.
Kurt reached for the bar, feeling suddenly dizzy. "Oh damn..."
"Oh, Sebastian is very taken. He and his boyfriend are insufferable, you'll see them in here sooner or later." Blaine offered as he watched the way Kurt looked at him. He got it, he got revenge and he hurt Kurt. And it didn't feel good, he didn't feel happy or like he had triumphed. He just felt like he took what he wanted and threw it further than it had ever been. The last and ultimate rejection.
He was an idiot. He wanted to take it back but he couldn't take it back. There was no way.
"Dave, shouldn't we be heading back soon. We have brunch tomorrow." They did not. Dave was going to sleep in cause it was Saturday and Blaine was going to cry himself to sleep and probably not move all day but hey, he liked sounding busy. "But like I said Kurt - it's been great seeing you."
He was an idiot. He wanted to take it back but he couldn't take it back. There was no way.
"Dave, shouldn't we be heading back soon. We have brunch tomorrow." They did not. Dave was going to sleep in cause it was Saturday and Blaine was going to cry himself to sleep and probably not move all day but hey, he liked sounding busy. "But like I said Kurt - it's been great seeing you."
"Oh yeah, it's been really nice seeing you, man. You look awesome. I've seen some of your play thingie, you did a pretty good job." Dave gave him a thumbs up and the way Kurt glared at him was terrifying. He had had Kurt Hummel glare at him a lot in his life, for justified reasons, but this was the first time he feared for his life.
"Thanks," Kurt said icily, "That must be why I got that Tony. For doing 'a pretty good job'." He breathed out and that smile was so very fake. "Better get home then. Wouldn't want to miss your brunch."
"Yeah, right..." Dave waved, but kept one arm around Blaine as he pulled him along, muttering under his breath. "Let's go before he keys my truck."
"Thanks," Kurt said icily, "That must be why I got that Tony. For doing 'a pretty good job'." He breathed out and that smile was so very fake. "Better get home then. Wouldn't want to miss your brunch."
"Yeah, right..." Dave waved, but kept one arm around Blaine as he pulled him along, muttering under his breath. "Let's go before he keys my truck."
"Smart, we should go. This is bad. This is so bad. This is like a nightmare." Blaine whined as he followed Dave out of Scandals and towards the car. Kurt looked ready to kill Dave and hadn't seemed wholly happy in general. Which was fair. And also not fair. He wanted to go back and hug Kurt, tell him it was okay and he was lying but he just couldn't.
It was doomed. Every attempt was doomed. He couldn't keep torturing himself with Kurt Hummel.
It was doomed. Every attempt was doomed. He couldn't keep torturing himself with Kurt Hummel.
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?
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?
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