And find your king of the hill, top of the heap

[kurtsy]

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to Blaine

[3rs]

get dressed and ready, I've got a cab coming to pick you up in twenty minutes

[warblainer]

i;m sper busy rn

[3rs]

you aren't even up yet

Blaine Devon Anderson.

Get. Ready.

[warblainer]

im up helping mom actually

i am super busy

where do you want me to even go?

[3rs]

get in the car, you can go back to sleep there

your mom knows I'm doing this

your other mom knows too (Sam)

[3rs]

"You look good, Blainiac," Ed said encouragingly, as he righted the bowtie that he had procured for Blaine. It was black and shiny, with a bit of sparkle, as was most of Blaine's outfit for the night. Ed knew his brother's tastes and how to mix them with his own stage persona.

Coaxing him to shower upon arriving had not been that difficult and then he had an everything bagel with lox at the ready for him and Blaine had actually said some positive things about New York - if entirely food-related. The reality clearly set in more again once Ed discussed the set list, then when they got dressed and now, here they were. Backstage and the atmosphere was heating up.

"Almost time to perform." He smiled, hoping to keep him from freaking out entirely. "I'm so glad you're here. Couldn't go on without you."

[warblainer]

"I'm just gonna play so don't make this a big thing, okay? I don't want to do anything like a solo. I know you really want me too but I think it's easier to just go slow on it." Blaine didn't feel super confident in going out there was doing much but playing the piano and helping his brother. And he was only really doing that for Ed because he felt bad.

He knew he was right about dad and there was no future there, it was just a tough time and everything always felt like too much. He didn't feel like he'd escaped his depression slump since... NYADA. And, annoyingly, this was including all the time he had been dating Simon.

"I think all of your band members have changed." Blaine pointed out as he nervously played with his sleeve.

[3rs]

"True, but I have kept the same therapist now for years, so that's gotta be worth something." Ed grinned, adjusting Blaine's hair a little and wishing he could have talked him into easing up on the gel just a little bit more. Ah, well. It was a process, he knew it would be a while.

"Look, people come to see me. The others are just set dressing." He was joking. Somewhat. "Including, tonight, you. So don't worry too much about it. If I feel you're having a solo coming on, I'll give you the stage for it. If not, you just shine in the background."

[warblainer]

"The Anderbros, performing again." Their father's worst nightmare. He couldn't help it though, he felt oddly excited as much as he felt terrified and anxious. He missed it, he did like performing and every day, it came to his mind but it was just hard to feel the inspiration. He had sung to Simon a few times but he wasn't really a music guy, it wasn't worth it.

The guy on the stage was announcing the band and Blaine smiled nervously at Ed, heading out with the rest of the band. Ed always walked on stage last - he was the biggest star.

Blaine sat at the piano, looking at the keys and brushing them with his fingertips. He really hoped he could keep up.

[3rs]

"Hey there, everyone. Tonight's a special night because my sweet little brother Blaine is here with us." Ed introduced Blaine right away, because he wanted to avoid anyone creating gif sets or anything else that would imply they were an item. It was an act of self-preservation. That's what he got for having cultivated such a slutty image.

"He's the much more handsome and talented one, so give him a hand, won't you?" They were already cheering and Ed grinned, satisfied. "Now, let's get this started, shall we?"

He glanced at the drummer and then they did get started, Ed going from song to song with barely a break in-between. Finally, he stopped for some banter and to take a few sips from a beer. He turned to stand by Blaine, grinning. "You wanna, sing, don't you?"

[kurtsy]

By the time people started messaging him about it, Kurt already knew. He had an alert on Edward's name, simply because he was Blaine's brother. So he had watched every piece of footage he could find of the concert, had analysed all he could about it, even before the first messages from various Glee members came in.

Rachel with: He's still so talented, such a leading man! Maybe don't watch it. (does his brother want to do Broadway? Jesse is wondering)

Santana: stay off the internet you pathetic troll
love you

Quinn: get him back

Mike: do you wanna call, bud?

And then there were more messages he couldn't even stand to look at. Kurt had no idea what to do with himself and he was home alone. So he texted his boyfriend who was supposed to be here.

where are you, Axel?

[punkpride]

With Isabelle
In a meeting
I'm finally on break

u ok?

[kurtsy]

you never came home yesterday and you didn't message so I assumed your phone was broken

guess not

sorry to bother you during your meeting

[punkpride]

Yeah, well
Work, y'know?

It's just nonstop rn

You're never a bother
I'm just a dick. Sorry.

[kurtsy]

who were you working with last night?

calling yourself 'just a dick' is really not helping anything

whatever

will you come home today?

[kurtsy]

I saw your performance. You were amazing.

Now I can't stop watching it.

I can't stop thinking about you. Not that I've ever stopped for long.

This is Kurt, by the way.

Kurt Hummel.

[warblainer]

Oh.

Hi.

Thank you.

[kurtsy]

Are you still in the city?

We could meet up.

1/2

[warblainer]

I'm still in the city.

[warblainer]

Yes, let's meet up!

[kurtsy]

That café you used to go to every day is still around.

We could meet there at 3 today?

[warblainer]

Blaine felt sick. He was panicking - he cursed Ed for stealing his phone and agreeing to this, he fidgeted anxiously and he really, really wanted a cronut. If he was less nauseated, this would be more enjoyable. As it stood, he eyed up the delicious treat as he waited for Kurt to come. He was early, which was unusual for him, but Ed was the one that dropped him off.

He wasn't sure what he wanted and his mind instantly, unfortunately, went to the image of himself eating a cronut as he watched Kurt do push ups. Yeah, that was what he wanted to take a bite out of.

Blushing, he looked away from the cronuts to the boring banana bread, trying to cleanse his mind as he waited for Kurt to order. What on Earth could he say? Or do? It was Kurt. He was miserable and lonely, he wanted him and missed him but also, Kurt dumped him and dated Axel. Oh yeah, he knew. He had Instagram ... until Sam made him delete it. He wasn't equip for this.

He'd only just left his depression cave, he couldn't handle hot boys. He just kept his eyes on the very unsexy banana bread, it was safer that way.

[kurtsy]

"We'll take two cronuts," Kurt said the moment he was next to Blaine and the woman behind the counter looked his way, "And two coffees."

He stood there in his carefully curated outfit - black slacks, Dr Martens boots, open collar shirt under a black jacket and a red necktie - turning his focus fully onto Blaine and trying to pretend as if his heart wasn't beating up to his throat.

"You still like them, right? The cronuts."

[warblainer]

Kurt was next to him. Kurt was next to him and all the air left the room. Breathing was hard, his heart was racing in his chest and he just wanted to run away and also to kiss him and fix everything wrong. He didn't do either, he just shrugged his shoulders. "I like them okay."

He LOVED them. Since coming to New York, he'd eaten about 10 already. Ed was mostly bribing him to stay with cronuts, it was about the only thing in New York he wasn't bitter about.

"Can I have a double shot?" He was going to need his coffee extra strong. He smiled at the barista. "Thank you."

Okay, he had to face Kurt eventually. He turned his head and looked at him. Oh. Big mistake. "Hi."

[kurtsy]

"Hi." Kurt swallowed, then reminded himself that he wasn't going for subtlety here. He had already made his intentions clear. "You look beautiful."

He looked like Blaine. The way his eyes widened, every movement in his face, how he held himself, all so wonderfully, painfully familiar. "You should grab us a table. I'll bring our order over once it's ready."

And he was going to check Blaine out on the way, obviously.