"Can you move the delivery before our customers trip on it? I can't really lift that much." Sam could lift these boxes of comics like they were nothing but last time Blaine tried, he pulled his back and had wisely decided to make the muscle hunk do it instead. He was trying to get the comic shop ready for the new year - that meant inventory, new comics, changing the shelves around and all manner of chaos.
He ran his fingers through his messy hair and looked around at the shelves he was scanning, wondering if he could get it all done before closing and without deterring too many customers. They didn't have the greatest amount of floorspace.
"Maybe we should have shut the store today..." Or worked Sunday like they were supposed to, instead of getting super into Agatha All Along again. It wasn't their fault Tina hadn't watched it yet!
"It's not as if it'll get super busy until schools let out, right?" Sam knew their core audiences and it was largely teens or else adults that didn't live life styles that had them that likely to be out of bed before lunchtime.
He lifted the boxes easily, moving them over to where they needed to be. They weren't heavy for him, on accord of his very sexy muscles, he knew that. "Do you think it's safe to admit that we do have those new pokémon cards yet? Still seems dicey."
"No, we don't tell anyone, people have to come and discover it by word of mouth. If we advertise, all those neckbeards will buy them up. I want the kids to take first crack at them. Not that I'm not also excited to get some good pulls but let's try to refrain." It didn't help them make money to take their own stoke but sometimes they were tempted. Blaine pulled the yaoi manga off the shelf and stacked it onto the floor, crouching down to scan the books into their new inventory system.
"Remember the temporal force chaos? Nuh-uh, not again." Blaine looked up from the yaoi books and gestured over at the t-shirts. "Did you remember to price them up? We said 20 bucks, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, I remember." Vaguely, anyway. Sam walked over to the shirts and did his best, glancing Blaine's way to make sure that Blaine was glancing his way so he could trust him to keep him on track. Blaine was handy like that. "Huh. You know, they have mostly gotten better at it but that right there has serious girly girl and giant hand man syndrome."
He diagnosed the yaoi novel Blaine was currently holding just from the cover, snorting. "That's so retro."
"Sometimes a tiny child-bodied man wants to be whisked away by gigantic hands. Don't judge. Everyone has their kinks." Blaine scanned the book and put it in the done pile, aware that he probably shouldn't be creating a giant obstacle of gay manga porn in the aisle but as Sam said, their peak was around 2pm and on a slow Monday, they were rarely snowed under with people.
"Oh... my God." Blaine paused and then held up the cover of Dear.Door 4. "We may have to put some of these behind plastic and just like... hide them." That was a lot for a cover and they were family friendly. Or, at least, tried to be. "I don't even understand what is happening here." But he scanned it and added it to the pile.
"Wow... What is even going where on that and why-- Yeah, maybe we need to put that behind a curtain or something. That's so slutty, Artie would blush." Which, in Sam's eyes, was clearly saying a lot. It was kind of ludicrous, so naturally he had to giggle and then immediately come over to Blaine to find even more ridiculous covers, pulling out some of the manga in his search for the most scandalous.
He missed the bell by the door ringing. A man walked in, carefully styled hair, black clothes, a dark brown faux fur coat and a shirt that was buttoned but somehow still showed porcelain skill between each button, all the way down to where his black pleather pants started.
Kurt Hummel stood in a comic book store for the first time in his life and he looked down at where some books were piled up, staring at the cover of the top one. "Oh. Wow." That was a lot more pornographic than he'd been expecting.
Blaine wasn't expecting a customer so when he heard a voice, he spun around and dropped the X-Rated yaoi that Sam had handed him by accident, staring. Oh. God. The guy who had just walked in was hot. Seriously - so hot. And, honestly, gay hot. Maybe he wasn't gay but Blaine didn't care. He was stunning. And Blaine was not.
He was standing there, messy from the days work, surrounded by yaoi, just trying to compose his thoughts. "Oh, hi, sorry! We're just doing inventory, I'm just scanning." He held up his scanner. "That's not ... appropriate, no, we're planning to curtain it and--"
Blaine turned around, intending to tell Sam to hide the porn but he got a bit too spinny with his turn and accidentally kicked his foot back for balance. This, of course, meant that he kicked the stack of porn at the customer.
Kurt jumped back on instinct as if that weird porn might burn him somehow, leading to him smacking a shelf and then moving his weight to the other foot to counterbalance. He ended up performing a half-pirouette and somehow managed to avoid any further accidents, standing still with a considerable distance between himself and the fallen porn.
"Er, I'm just gonna take that and hide it?" Sam felt the awkwardness, grabbing the books off the floor and starting to pile them into a box so they could decide how best to hide them away. Maybe they should burn some of it, get rid of Satan.
Kurt focused his attention on the cute guy that had kicked porn on him, partially to avoid looking at the porn again. Had there been tentacles? "Sorry. I thought you were open, I checked the opening hours on your website."
"I'm so sorry. Seriously, so sorry. We just don't have lots of floorspace. We are open though." Blaine smiled awkwardly and pushed his hair back, watching Sam try to remove the sexual nightmare material from the floor. Thank the good lord that this guy was quick on his feet. "If you just step over the books my colleague is picking up, I can assist you. We just have to do our inventory and this is the quietest time of day. No kids."
Blaine came forward and kicked the yaois gently to the side to make Kurt a porn free path into the comic book store. He had no idea why a guy dressed like that was here at 11am, he looked more like he should be on the red carpet, not here. Maybe he was lost - but then why did he check the opening times? Weird. "Welcome to Blam! We don't usually block our entrance with gay porn."
"That's probably a wise choice, business-wise." There was something disturbing about seeing whatever a pokémon was so close to that sheer amount of lovingly and entirely too detailed drawn gay porn. Kurt shook his head and tried to move past it, figuratively, as well as literally, by stepping past the enormous blond hunk on the floor closer to the cute guy.
He wasn't really sure what usually happened in comic book stores. Maybe he should have asked Finn for help. "Erm." Great. He really had to gather his wits here. "I'm Kurt Hummel, I'm an editor at Vogue."
He looked the guy up and down and then added, for sake of clarification, "It's a fashion magazine."
"Oh. Yeah. I know what Vogue is." Well, that was a brutal slam of his fashion and probably his hair. God, he hated people seeing his hair like this when they were all hot and sexy. Usually he didn't get many hot guys in here and even if he did, he wasn't really looking to date. Even so, he didn't want to be a slob in front of this fucking handsome vogue editor.
Why was their a vogue editor? That wasn't fair! They never got fashionable people.
"I'm the manager here." Blaine introduced as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm a Bl in the Blam. It's named after me and my friend. Sam." He gestured over at Sam and then cleared his throat. "H-How do we help you?"
"BL as in Boy Love!" Sam called out from the back where he was currently trying to hide the porn, even from himself, still ready to wingman Blaine.
For a moment, Kurt smiled, feeling a little less tense. All right, he could do this. "We have an upcoming issue that will focus on comics, graphic novels, all that. The medium, the inspiration it brings to and takes from fashion, how things evolved throughout the years, all that."
He looked around now, his fingers gracing the backs of some of the comics on a shelf. "The issue is that most of what I know about comics is through my brother and he's-- He mostly just reads Archie comics. He also likes Garfield." He had quizzed Finn on it yesterday and not come up with a lot. "Presumably due to a shared love of lasagna. And Vogue is no place for complex carbs."
That joke probably worked better in the office than right here. Whatever. He looked back at Blaine and tried a sincere approach. "I always prefer writing my articles through a queer lens. Especially at times like these. And according to my research, this place is the best store in the city for that."
"Blaine is super duper queer," Sam voiced in support, standing behind Blaine now, "And he wears glasses sometimes, so. Lenses. I mean, he has those really out there yellow shades, they're totally awesome."
"You can stop, Sam. I think he gets I'm gay." Blaine assured Sam as he threw his hands out and gave Kurt a smile. Hopefully he didn't think they were total losers, even if they were doing little to debunk that since the fancy-smancy vogue guy walked in. "But sure, I can help you as best as I can. I don't know much about fashion history but I do know a lot about comics. And you can sort of see the outfits evolve so that's kind of cool. I always notice it with the girls more."
They went through the horrible offensive and problematic outfits to lame attempts to fix it to real attempts and now a retrograde.
"Some comics are also always stuck in a bit of a specific era too, both in theme and fashion. Like X-Men. Do you know X-Men?" Blaine asked as he started to walk towards the marvel comic section.
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He ran his fingers through his messy hair and looked around at the shelves he was scanning, wondering if he could get it all done before closing and without deterring too many customers. They didn't have the greatest amount of floorspace.
"Maybe we should have shut the store today..." Or worked Sunday like they were supposed to, instead of getting super into Agatha All Along again. It wasn't their fault Tina hadn't watched it yet!
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He lifted the boxes easily, moving them over to where they needed to be. They weren't heavy for him, on accord of his very sexy muscles, he knew that. "Do you think it's safe to admit that we do have those new pokémon cards yet? Still seems dicey."
Scary world, with those scalpers around.
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"Remember the temporal force chaos? Nuh-uh, not again." Blaine looked up from the yaoi books and gestured over at the t-shirts. "Did you remember to price them up? We said 20 bucks, right?"
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He diagnosed the yaoi novel Blaine was currently holding just from the cover, snorting. "That's so retro."
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"Oh... my God." Blaine paused and then held up the cover of Dear.Door 4. "We may have to put some of these behind plastic and just like... hide them." That was a lot for a cover and they were family friendly. Or, at least, tried to be. "I don't even understand what is happening here." But he scanned it and added it to the pile.
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He missed the bell by the door ringing. A man walked in, carefully styled hair, black clothes, a dark brown faux fur coat and a shirt that was buttoned but somehow still showed porcelain skill between each button, all the way down to where his black pleather pants started.
Kurt Hummel stood in a comic book store for the first time in his life and he looked down at where some books were piled up, staring at the cover of the top one. "Oh. Wow." That was a lot more pornographic than he'd been expecting.
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He was standing there, messy from the days work, surrounded by yaoi, just trying to compose his thoughts. "Oh, hi, sorry! We're just doing inventory, I'm just scanning." He held up his scanner. "That's not ... appropriate, no, we're planning to curtain it and--"
Blaine turned around, intending to tell Sam to hide the porn but he got a bit too spinny with his turn and accidentally kicked his foot back for balance. This, of course, meant that he kicked the stack of porn at the customer.
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"Er, I'm just gonna take that and hide it?" Sam felt the awkwardness, grabbing the books off the floor and starting to pile them into a box so they could decide how best to hide them away. Maybe they should burn some of it, get rid of Satan.
Kurt focused his attention on the cute guy that had kicked porn on him, partially to avoid looking at the porn again. Had there been tentacles? "Sorry. I thought you were open, I checked the opening hours on your website."
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Blaine came forward and kicked the yaois gently to the side to make Kurt a porn free path into the comic book store. He had no idea why a guy dressed like that was here at 11am, he looked more like he should be on the red carpet, not here. Maybe he was lost - but then why did he check the opening times? Weird. "Welcome to Blam! We don't usually block our entrance with gay porn."
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He wasn't really sure what usually happened in comic book stores. Maybe he should have asked Finn for help. "Erm." Great. He really had to gather his wits here. "I'm Kurt Hummel, I'm an editor at Vogue."
He looked the guy up and down and then added, for sake of clarification, "It's a fashion magazine."
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Why was their a vogue editor? That wasn't fair! They never got fashionable people.
"I'm the manager here." Blaine introduced as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm a Bl in the Blam. It's named after me and my friend. Sam." He gestured over at Sam and then cleared his throat. "H-How do we help you?"
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For a moment, Kurt smiled, feeling a little less tense. All right, he could do this. "We have an upcoming issue that will focus on comics, graphic novels, all that. The medium, the inspiration it brings to and takes from fashion, how things evolved throughout the years, all that."
He looked around now, his fingers gracing the backs of some of the comics on a shelf. "The issue is that most of what I know about comics is through my brother and he's-- He mostly just reads Archie comics. He also likes Garfield." He had quizzed Finn on it yesterday and not come up with a lot. "Presumably due to a shared love of lasagna. And Vogue is no place for complex carbs."
That joke probably worked better in the office than right here. Whatever. He looked back at Blaine and tried a sincere approach. "I always prefer writing my articles through a queer lens. Especially at times like these. And according to my research, this place is the best store in the city for that."
"Blaine is super duper queer," Sam voiced in support, standing behind Blaine now, "And he wears glasses sometimes, so. Lenses. I mean, he has those really out there yellow shades, they're totally awesome."
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They went through the horrible offensive and problematic outfits to lame attempts to fix it to real attempts and now a retrograde.
"Some comics are also always stuck in a bit of a specific era too, both in theme and fashion. Like X-Men. Do you know X-Men?" Blaine asked as he started to walk towards the marvel comic section.
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are you free?
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what's up?
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but i think i gave him weird vibes
and he left thinking i rejected him but i don't even know if he was interested
and HE'S COMING BACK TODAY AT 5PM
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I'll come bring you some clothes
tell me about the guy
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i kicked a stack of yaoi at him, Ed
it's dire
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how is your chest looking these days? arms?
what's his name? maybe I can do some recon
why did you kick yaoi at him? is that some comic book nerd mating ritual I'm blissfully unaware of?
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uh. i don't know? i'm not in shape, if that's what you're asking.
his name Kurt. he said his surname but i forgot - huddle? hummers?
and i didn't mean to. it's inventory day :)
the yaoi just got unstable cause i did a spin while trying to hide some graphic porn
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Kurt Hummel? came up as a vogue editor, I'll see what I can find
I didn't know you had porn in your store, I thought you mostly had it for schoolkids
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Hummel👍
and it's not really porn, it's yaoi. Like mangas? It's just sometimes erotic
we also have hentai and that's just as bad.
do you think he thinks i'm a pervert now?
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a pervert? with your blushing schoolboy charm? fat chance
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I think he's my soulmate
And I do not have a blush schoolboy anything.
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anyway, not-schoolboy, how are you going to hit on your man?
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