standin' in the hall of fame

Bonjour dudes and dudettes. Name's Cooper Anderson. Twenty-something years old. Actor. Singer. Dancer. Single.

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Well, he had just sealed his fate. Maybe even a bit excited as he reads the text over and over again. Sure, people had dreams about being swept into the life of a celebrity unexpectedly and it being a glamorous affair, but this was also a celebrity he wasn’t exactly a fan of. If anything he had dreamt this happening with Taylor Launter or even Orlando Bloom, but Cooper Anderson? 

[text]: I won’t bore you with what college I applied to, let alone what dance classes I took as a child. Maybe you’ll hear that story in a few years.

[text]: I’ll send over an address only if you promise that you aren’t going to be the one driving since it’s obvious you like causing head injuries. (;

Snorting to himself, he sends over the address and gets up to get ready himself. A nice tailored suit, pressed dress shirt, without a tie just in case this party wasn’t as elite as it may have sounded through text. But he’d keep one in his inner pocket just in case. One could never be too prepared or underprepared for these kinds of situations. 

His facial routine and styling of the hair was what really took him the longest. Not usually, but in this case since he was meeting famous people, he had to look the part. As if he belonged, not like some dressed down hobo who didn’t know how to use any type of hair product. 

“Oooo, snazzy. Do you have a date for tonight?” Rachel asks, peeking into his half of the apartment and he can only roll his eyes at her, fixing his jacket collar. If she only knew. Poor girl.

“Something like that,” he teases back as he walks past her, “don’t wait up.”

[text]: I’ll be waiting just downstairs, so tell me when you get here so I can come right out and avoid my roommate’s snooping.

[text:] A few years?? You’re keepin’ me around that long? I’m flattered ;)

[text:] I got us a car. We can sit in the backseat and mingle while a professional driver takes us where we need to go.

As Cooper got into his car, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, laughing at Kurt’s text. He was a bit eager to meet this mysterious roommate of Kurt’s, now that he had spoken so much about her. Maybe next time. He told himself, as he gave the driver the address Kurt had given him.

When they showed up at Kurt’s building, Cooper got out of the car, pulling on a pair of sunglasses despite how late it was. He just didn’t want to risk being seen and starting a commotion. He made his way inside, finding Kurt fairly quickly. “Wow, look at you.” He said, walking over to Kurt. “You look nice.” He said, “Now you’ve totally outdone me and my outfit. Tsk. We’re going to hear about this on the news tomorrow, you know. ‘Cooper Anderson brings super fashionable date to New York party. He is dressed in literally the same outfit we’ve seen him in a thousand times. Who is this nicely dressed stranger? Tonight at seven.’ And all that.” 

Sighing dramatically, Cooper held out his hand, smiling at Kurt. “Shall we?” He asked, nodding toward the car. He held the door open for Kurt, getting into the car behind him. Once inside, Cooper took off his sunglasses, pocketing them yet again. “Sorry about that.” he said, leaning forward to tell the driver the new address. “I hate having to do that.”

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The notification of Cooper’s actual response had Kurt pausing in his scrolling of his dashboard on Facebook to take a quick scan of the reply before actually bothering to open it. He could only refrain from grinning as he read it because honestly mister super star responding to him as quickly as he did. He would have expected a much slower reply since it was said that the famous people job tended to keep them busy almost all the time. But not this one apparently.

[text]: A party? And you’re inviting moi?

He pauses after pressing send, chewing on the inside of his mouth. Did he have any New York based celebrities that he favored? Maybe because he was forced to think about it, nothing came to mind. There had to be some one though. Maybe it’d dawn on him when it was too late, since that’s how it always tended to go.

[text]: Perhaps I’ll humor you and agree to this. Also because I have nothing better to do tonight.

[text]: Also it’d be nice to take a few pictures with actual famous people to rub in my roommate’s face. She still doesn’t believe that I met you. Not that I’m trying to push further proof than my word, because I’m not about that. 

Cooper laughed at Kurt’s response. Of course, this was about rubbing it in his roommate’s face. Whatever the reason, he was going to take it. He liked Kurt, even if the younger man didn’t seem to care enough to give him time of day. Pretty much everyone he met was a little starstruck by him, but Kurt didn’t give a shit--and that was endlessly fascinating to Cooper.

[text]: Yes, you. I hope you like dancing.

[text]: Well, then we’ll take pictures with the best of them. Just to rub it in.

[text] I’ll pick you up around 7:30. But I’ll need an address.

Cooper sent the text before started getting ready for the night in question. He took a quick shower, and then got dressed in a v-neck, some jeans, and a leather jacket, his oh-so-classic look. Then, he turned his attention toward his hair, blow drying it, and then styling it. When he was ready, he glanced at the clock. He called for a car--one of the woes of being famous, you could never take public transportation, at risk of being mobbed, so he had to take cars everywhere, even in New York.

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It had been a few days since last Kurt had that encounter with the famous Cooper Anderson. He had the guys number, yeah, but he wasn’t bragging about it. Not really. He told Rachel verbally about it, but she still didn’t believe him. It wasn’t like he was going to show her Cooper’s number since he knew she wouldn’t be able to keep her mouth shut and he didn’t want to be the culprit behind Cooper Anderson having to change his number. He knew better than that. So for now, it was just another every day Joe digit number under the alias of Bozo to keep any snoops skimming by without a second thought.

Today though, he was finding himself without an agenda. He would have had NYADA classes if the teacher hadn’t called in sick–or drunk and hungover more realistically. It just gave him time to catch up on his stupid television shows, jot a few weekend outfits down, and finish the last carton of frozen yogurt that he had stashed at the back of the freezer to keep his short roommate from finishing it off.

Settling on the sofa, he licks the last creamy, cotton candy flavoring yogurt off the spoon and reaches for his phone to browse social media. What ever the reason, he found himself opening his contact list and stopping at the “Bozo” listing. Giving it a quick and skilled tap to send a text, he tilts his head to the side.

[text]: I just happened to see your Credit Score commercial on TV for the hundredth time today. As if I couldn’t find you even more annoying, now your jingle is stuck in my head. I may just make it my text tone for you now. :P

He smirks to himself after he presses send, giving himself his own eye roll at his own expense as he returns to reading his Facebook wall of friends.

Cooper’s day had been relatively busy, but all his days were, and comparing today to his regular days, it was actually pretty lax. So, when he heard news about a party that was happening that night, he decided he’d be heading out. He was just about to head home and get ready for said party, when his phone buzzed, signaling a text.

He smiled a bit when Kurt’s name popped up on the screen. He read the text over, laughing a bit, before typing out a reply.

[text]: That’s the whole point of the commercial! To get it stuck in your head, so when you want to get your credit score, that’s the first place that pops into your head.

He stared at the text a few minutes after he sent it, before adding in another. He wasn’t sure how Kurt was going to respond, but honestly, he didn’t really care. It was worth a shot, anyways, and he really wanted to see Kurt again.

[text]: Hey. What are you doing tonight? Because I got invited to this party...It’s in Manhattan. It’s going to be pretty cool. All these famous people will be there. So if you wanted to go, I could introduce you to, like, I don’t know, what New York based celebrities do you like?

[text]: Just let me know. It’s tonight. Starts at 8.

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Having been lounging on his bed, rubbing lotion all over his legs and arms, needing to keep his skin smooth. Especially after the day he had. If he thought about it though, it wasn’t all bad. Even a pang of guilt was washing over his gut. Maybe he was a bit harsh on Cooper. Maybe. His phone dinging to alert him of a reply had him pushing the momentary thought to the back burner as he scanned what Cooper could think of as a reply. If anything he had to bite his bottom lip, shaking his head with a deep sigh before he mustered up the actual need to wipe lotion off his hands with his close-by make-up remover wipes, and type a response.

[text]: Love is a very strong word. But I do enjoy it, yes. 

[text]: Somebody has to keep you humble, Anderson. I just happened to be the person to do the job according to the universe.

Kurt couldn’t help but roll his eyes, at himself since he couldn’t help but mentally smack himself. The universe? He was making it sound like some kind of romantic saying of fate and soulmates. His stomach clenched at that thought. Whether it was a good clench or a bad one, he wasn’t going to look into it too hard.

[text]: Also, I’m sorry. For being short with you today. Not everyday someone gets a headache from being smacked in the face with a door, you know?

[text]: But sorry for disturbing you. I’m sure you have a lot to do, like groupies to do and so on. So, I’ll talk to you later. (:

Another mental smack after he pressed send, quickly silencing his phone so he wouldn’t die of second hand embarrassment all over again and slid his phone to his night stand table for now as he finished his lotion routine.

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Cooper raised an eyebrow at Kurt’s response. The universe? Maybe that door hit him harder than he thought. Or maybe Kurt was just one of those people that believed everything happened for a reason--that the outcome of life was just predetermined. He wasn’t so sure he felt the same.

[text]: I don’t know if I  believe in all that stuff. The universe making decisions for me. I think there’s a lot of freewill involved.

[text]: The universe didn’t tell you to text me, now did it?

Cooper shrugged a bit at Kurt’s replies--he had a point, after all. That door was really heavy, too. Maybe Kurt had a reason for being so mean to him, then again, he was apologizing now, which meant he felt some remorse for it all. That was nice, right?

[text]: I don’t know what you think I do with my time, honestly. I’m at home. By myself. No groupies in sight. That’d be really weird if I did, honestly...my core fanbase is like, fifteen year olds...

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Sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, Kurt tilts his head back in Cooper’s direction as he listens to him talk. Not that he had much of a choice, but it was better then to sit and listen awkwardly to the radio. “Well, wouldn’t you be in a grumpy mood too if you got hit in the head, got talked into going to a hospital, and then sat in the presence of someone who your roommate won’t shut up about which leads you to really dislike this someone.” He gives a slow eyebrow raise, hoping Cooper would catch on before turning his attention back to glancing out the window to make note of where they were driving. Not wanting to be jipped into being kidnapped or something far worse. Even if he doubted Cooper was the type after spending only a few hours with him, he would still be a bit paranoid since this guy was a celebrity and could probably get away with murdering him if he paid the right people.

“News flash, hot shot. I don’t have the money to move to another place just so I can get a dog. I barely get enough money to get by as it is, so I can’t exactly move house to a dog friendly neighborhood. This is New York, not some town in Kansas.” Even if he does have an amused half-smile on his face, he is quick to shake his head and hide it. Unsure if this guy was for real or not by this point. “You have a brother? Is he as annoying as you are? Or did he get blessed with the brains in your family?” This time Kurt offers a more teasing tone, head tipped in Cooper’s direction, a playful glint in his eye. “That’s a joke. I actually don’t think you’re that stupid. A bit ditzy maybe, but….” He trails off as the car comes to a stop giving him the opportunity to unbuckle his seat belt.

“Yes, because there’s a lot of people around.” He makes a motion with his fingers to the almost vacant area where his car was parked, but doesn’t push the issue. “Thank you, by the way, for taking care of the check-up and not killing me in some ditch. I’m sure I would have deserved the latter since I’ve been short with you. But in all reality, I do think you’re relatively nice and I guess I’ll withhold any vile insults from now on when my roommate gushes about you…out loud. I’ll still think them.” Giving Cooper a small pat on the shoulder, he’s getting out of the car and carefully shutting the door behind him since he too didn’t want to bring too much attention to him arriving in a nicer car that wasn’t his.

It didn’t take that long to get Rachel and head back home. He had enough adventure for one day. Although it didn’t stop her from asking him questions about where he was and wanting details. Only waiting until they were home to actually sit down and tell her the truth. Did she believe him? No, of course not. It was an unbelievable story after all. But did he try to convince her of it’s truth? No. He knew what happened actually happened didn’t happen all in his head and he had the number now to prove it. Only waiting until he was cleaning the day off in the bathroom to bother send Cooper a text out of he blue, mostly because he was feeling a bit of spite from Rachel not believing him.

[text]: Not to bother you from your fabulous life, but I should let you know I have a bump on my head. 

[text]: Just your reminder to be careful when opening doors from now on. Maybe the next person may sue.

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“I don’t think you should dislike me just because your roommate talks about me. A lot of people talk about me. I can’t help that.” Cooper shrugged, glancing over at Kurt, and frowning. “You know, you can do whatever you want.” He offered. “Get a dog, move to a new apartment, make a million dollars a year. Only person stopping you from doing that is you.” He mumbled. “Like, I wanted to be famous. And for awhile, I wasn’t getting anywhere. I thought maybe I was just untalented. But then I told myself. Hey, you know, screw that. I am talented. And I deserve this. So I went into every audition with this whole new air of confidence and, guess what? I landed every role from then on.”

Cooper furrowed his eyebrows, shrugging. “I guess. He went to a fancy college...NYATA? NY...EDA? NYADA? NYADA! That’s it. He went to NYADA. But only for like, one semester, he had to leave early because now he’s doing the Broadway thing. He’s really good, actually. I’m not a big fan of musical theater, but he’s, like, the most talented guy I know. Which is saying something, because I know myself.” 

“You’re welcome.” Cooper shrugged, looking around a bit to make sure nobody was around. “And I really am sorry, I didn’t think anyone would be back there. I was just trying to sneak out without getting totally mobbed...which happens a lot, honestly. That door hadn’t been used in a million years, probably why it was so hard to get open.” He laughed, nodding a bit. “Have a nice night, Kurt.” He said, waving him off, and waiting until he was out of site before pulling out, and driving home.

Once home, he showered, changed, and turned on the TV. His night had been a little more hectic than he’d hoped for, and he got home much later than expected, and since he had places to be in the morning, he figured he’d take it easy for now, and then head to bed. That was the plan, anyways, until he got a text from Kurt. He laughed once he read them, typing out a reply.

[Text]: Put some ice on it. You’ll live.

[Text]: I could pay off just about anyone. Except you, it seems. You just love to torture me, hm?

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“I am not hard to please,” Kurt argues with a fold of his arms. “I just know that sea food gives me stomach pains and leads me to vomit. I was just offering your poor ego a save from knowing that you put me on bed rest for poisoning me even if you didn’t know about that until just now.” Even adding a click of his tongue against his teeth at the mention of sending a selfie to Rachel. He wouldn’t hear the end of it if he actually did that. Not from her. And maybe there was a part of him that wanted to see her being jealous over him for a change. The war flash back of high school all coming screaming back with Finn and NYADA which he quickly shook away. He was already in a rather sour mood because of Cooper Anderson, he didn’t need to add anything else to those flames.

Instead he allowed Cooper to escort him back to the car. Though he did keep a mindful distance between them, just needing to not fall into becoming more clumsy and probably end up more bruised and battered then he already was. “I don’t have the proper living conditions for a puppy,” he sighs but he does bite back an amused grin at the fact that this guy was trying very hard to get on his better side. Deciding to hold back any sarcastic retort when his door was opened for him as he took it and slid into the passenger seat to buckle himself up.

“Who the hell says awesomesauce anymore? How old are you?” He shakes his head, appearing overly exasperated with a sigh. And with the number being presented, he is for the first time stunned a bit silent. Just over the fact an actual celebrity trusted him with his phone number. Him. An average Joe. And even if the temptation to sell it was there, he knew he wouldn’t dare. “Oh, uh. Thanks? Even if I can’t think of anything I could possibly need from you. It’s not like I’m pregnant with your child and require some midnight craving.” Although that caused him to squeeze his eyes shut and shake his head from that thought. “But duly noted,” he quickly amends as he removes his phone from his pocket again. “And no worries, I’m not that big of an asshole to get a couple thousand bucks. Even if I’m sure you adore the attention to keep your head as big as it is, I’m not like that. In fact, to be sure no one does know I have your number now, your name shall be Bozo with an eye roll emoji. It suits you.” Kurt smirks to himself as he taps at his phone. “And I’m only accepting the number because it’s a nice ego stroke for me. It’s not every day some big shot offers up his digits to someone he almost decapitated.”

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“You are. You’re in a bit of a grumpy mood. Lighten up a little, brochacho.” Cooper said. “I’m trying my best here, you know? You could chill a bit.” He paused, looking Kurt over. “I have a puppy.” He commented. “Well, not a puppy anymore, I guess. But I have a dog. I got her for my ex-girlfriend, ‘cause she really wanted a dog, but she ended up being allergic to dogs. So now she’s my dog. You know, you should see about moving somewhere you can get a dog. They make everything a little bit better.”

“Awesomesauce isn’t a thing anymore? I’m pretty sure I was the one who made it a thing.” He glanced over at Kurt, raising an eyebrow. “Twenty-nine. Why?” He asked, slightly confused by the question. Cooper shrugged slightly, “Just, you know, in case. And, if you don’t need it, and maybe if your friend is pissed at you for ditching her or whatever, you can tell her you were getting that. You know, bullshit an entire story about how you worked so hard and were the bestest friend to ever exist because you wanted to make her happy.” Cooper laughed at the contact name, nodding. “You’re definitely the only person to ever call me Bozo. Well...except my brother. But that was only, like, six times.”

Cooper rolled his eyes, glancing over at Kurt. “It’s the least I could do.” He offered, “And, hey, it’s a story to tell. You can make everyone jealous by telling them about the time Cooper Anderson almost killed you.” He winked over at Kurt, before stopping his car. “Here we are.” He commented. “I’d walk you back to your car, but I’m a bit terrified of getting mobbed if anyone sees me out front.”

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With an audible groan, which he made sure Cooper could very well hear, Kurt decides to keep his mouth shut for the rest of the examination. It was clear to him that this moron wouldn’t shut up, let alone leave him alone. And just because he had a good point about the paying the doctors, didn’t mean he had to be civil. Oh no. His regret for agreeing continued to fester in his stomach and chest as his head was poked and prodded for any sign of damage. It only really began to hurt when they had done it enough to actually leave a lasting bruise. He was now beginning to wonder if this was really a hospital or not with their bedside manner.

Once he was given the all clear, Kurt hops down from the examination table to fix his clothing. “Well I’m sure your conscious is clear now knowing I’m not about to die.” He is saying as he checks the nearest reflecting object to check his hair. It was beyond ruined now with so many strangers touching his head. And all for naught. “And I don’t eat sushi. Allergic to sea food. Or are you just trying to find another way to kill me since your door incident failed?” Turning to better face Cooper, eyebrows lifted. “And that was a joke. See? Playing nice already.”

Removing his phone from his back pocket, he brushes it off of any dust. The first name that flashes onto the screen in Rachel’s. Asking where he was since he just up and disappeared. He even spared another scowl in Cooper’s direction since it was his fault. But he sends a quick reply to assure her he was fine and he’d be home soon since he was at the hospital. No use in lying about where he was. Just about who he was with. The phone is again replaced in his pocket, returning his full attention to Cooper. “You promised me coffee. I’ll take that as an apology before I go home. But don’t think of it as anything more then you just apologizing through something to warm me up and easing my current headache.”

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Cooper looked at Kurt, raising his eyebrows when he said he was allergic to sea food. “You’re hard to please” Cooper mumbled, “And not very fun. Do all your friends have sticks up their asses too?” He tilted his head, glancing over his shoulder as Kurt took out his phone. “Is that your friend? The one totally in love with me?” Cooper asked, “We should take a selfie. Send it to her. It’d totes make her jealous--but she’d be so obsessed with asking about that, she won’t get mad at you for disappearing, right?”

Cooper looked over at Kurt, laughing a bit as he pulled his keys out of his pocket. “Got it, dude. Coffee. Anything else? Donuts? Cake? Maybe a puppy?” He asked, leading Kurt toward his car. “I know a great place not too far from here. And they all know me there, so you we won’t totally get swarmed by fans there. Which is a bit refreshing.” As they approached Cooper’s car, he opened the door for Kurt, gesturing for him to get in.

Once Kurt was in the car, Cooper got in on his side, looking over at Kurt “Great. So, your head’s good. That’s awesomesauce.” He shrugged, pausing for a second, before looking around his car, before finding a napkin and a pen, scribbling something on it. “My number.” He offered to Kurt. “Just...you know. Just in case. I sorta ruined your night, so, yeah. If you need anything.” He paused. “And if not...you can always sell it to some teenagers for a couple thousand bucks...that’s happened before...once or...twice.” He said quietly. “But if you do that, just give me a heads up. I was not happy about being woken up at four in the morning to a couple hundred people calling me at once.”

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Eyes narrowing dangerously towards the older male. Even his jaw went slack at the false information about them being friends. They were definitely not friends. He definitely was second guessing ever agreeing to come to this place to ease this guys conscious. Maybe he should’ve put up more of a fight, maybe kicked this guy in revenge for smacking him in the head with a door.Even his foot twitched with temptation but he only inhaled deeply, giving off the irritation vibe.

“Don’t call me Kurtsicle, and I am not little.” He argues, rolling his eyes at Cooper’s expense. “Maybe I should die. Make you feel guilt. Come back and haunt your inflated head for the rest of your pathetic life.” The nurse only glances back and forth between the bickering and Kurt was grateful she wasn’t commenting.

“What am I, five? Do you know how many calories are in a pizza alone? I already had pizza last night, I don’t need to add anymore empty calories into my body for another twenty-four hours. And I wouldn’t accept anymore of your hand outs no matter how you try to sell it.” Fixing his shirt once the nurse was done checking his vitals, Kurt sits up straighter with a sniff only to point in Cooper’s direction. “Does he have to be in here? Can’t he leave? He’s disrupting my blood pressure.”

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“You’re little compared to me.” Cooper said. “I must have, like, what? Three, four inches on you?” He rolled his eyes, “Is my head really that big? Wouldn’t a guy with a huge ego just tell you off for denting the door and not watching where you were going? Maybe this whole big headed stuff is all in your head. Just because I have some self confidence, it doesn’t mean I’m an egotistical douche bag.” Cooper paused, looking at Kurt. “Besides, who loves me more? Me, or the guy who just wanted to die so he could spend the rest of my life with me in ghost-form?”

“Wheat grass and sushi, got it.” He said, sighing loudly. “You’re really impossible, you know? Like. I’m just trying to be nice. You don’t have to get offended by everything I say and do. So you don’t like me, I got it. Crystal clear. But you’ve known me for all of an hour and all I’ve tried to do is make sure you’re comfortable and healthy, and you’ve just given me a lot of shit for that.”

Cooper shook his head, sitting down, and shrugging. “I’m footing the bill. So I’m staying.” He huffed, crossing his arms. “If you don’t like that, you can pay for it all yourself. But considering the time and the place, it’ll be a couple hundred, probably over a thousand bucks.” 

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Kurt kept his eyes squinting at Cooper but he decides not to push the PR talk any further. Even if it was highly tempting for him to talk shit about Cooper to the press, he wouldn’t. He could find other ways to deflate this idiot’s head without stooping that low. It was a matter of figuring out how besides the fact of avoiding any charm he’d be tossing in Kurt’s direction to win him over. Which he wouldn’t get away with. Absolutely not.

Standing once his name was called, he does take the offered hand to stand but quickly drops Cooper’s hand, awkwardly hugging himself instead as he follows the nurse through the doors and towards the back. Only to give the other male a sidelong glance when he feels the arm wrap around his waist to pull their bodies closer. This guy was good. “I’m fine. I told you. You’re the one who insisted to this check-up, not me.” He pulls out of Cooper’s hold to do with the regular weight, blood pressure, and any other simple things which proved he was healthy in that aspect before the actual look over his head where the door had hit him.

“I’m feeling poked and prodded, that’s how I’m feeling.” Kurt grumbles even if he was cooperating without fighting the nurse. It wasn’t her fault he was here. “I just need you to ease Mr. Anderson’s mind that I’m not about to die or have a concussion.” He motions to the nurse once she was done looking into his eyes with her flash light to check his pupil dilation.

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“I only insisted on this because you looked like you were about to pass out.” Cooper said. “And I don’t want some horrible brain injury just popping up twenty years down the road only to get sued once I’ve finally retired.” Cooper shrugged, “You’ll be thanking me if something ends up being wrong. You’re just grumpy because you have to stay here for a bit.”

Cooper looked over at the nurse, sighing dramatically as Kurt finished speaking. “I need you to tell my friend here that he needs to chillax and let the professionals do what they do. He hit his head pretty hard, and I’m just making sure he’s not gonna die. I think I’m being a good person here, I don’t need the sass.” He said, looking back at Kurt.

“Something tells me you’re not having the best day, little Kurtsicle.” Cooper commented, gently tapping Kurt’s foot with his own. “I’ll buy you some ice cream or pizza or something on the way back, how does that sound?” He asked, “Or are you more of wheat grass and sushi kinda guy?”

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The look of amusement flashed across Kurt’s face at the thought of this guy forgetting to buy milk and not wearing pants. Of course that thought began to transfer to tilting his head, eyeing Cooper’s ass before he caught himself and looked away, cheeks turning pink. No. This had to be one of the many charming tricks this guy had up his sleeve. He couldn’t lower his guard over the thought of him pantless. So deciding to remain quiet as they entered the hospital, sticking close to Cooper while looking extremely uncomfortable when a set of eyes or two were drawn in their direction. Last thing he needed to deal with was obnoxious screaming girls when he could feel a headache coming on. Even adding an eye roll at the selfie being taken, though he could give Cooper points for obliging since he hadn’t heard of many selfies being taken at a hospital unless it was a PR thing.

Accepting the clipboard, he turns and finds a chair to sit in while heaving a sigh. “Oh gee, I wonder why that is.” He mutters as he adds his information to the form. Only pausing to try and remember certain numbers but he managed to get it filled out in a good ten minutes. He just wanted to get this taken care of. “This better not be that expensive, since these things can be overcharged when nothing is wrong to begin with.” Kurt is saying as he checks over his information one last time to be sure nothing was missed or misspelled. 

Once the clipboard was returned and he was left waiting for a few more minutes for the information to be processed, he turns back to Cooper with his lips pursed. “Even if I still don’t get the hype about you, and I’m sure you’re going to pull some kind of shady celebrity thing to satisfy your precious PR team, I just wanted to say thanks. You know. Just in case I forget all of this with some kind of mind erasing technique.” He motions with his hands. “Can’t have my blabbing that you hit me in the head with a door, right?”

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Cooper sat next to Kurt, leaning back in his seat as he looked around. He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked over at Kurt, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about how expensive it is. You just worry about getting better.” He said, handing the clipboard back to the woman at the desk with a smile, giving her a wink as he moved to sit back down with Kurt. He looked over at him, laughing a bit as he listened to what he was saying.

“I don’t think any of that will be necessary.” He explained, “As long as you don’t plan on filing a lawsuit, I don’t think my PR team will mind this at all.” He shrugged, “You know what they say. No such thing as bad publicity...unless you go and start talking shit about me to the press. Then we might have a problem. But if that happens, my PR team will probably call you batshit and pay you some hush money.” Cooper looked at him, smiling a bit. He tapped Kurt’s arm gently as the nurse called his name, standing up, and holding out a hand for Kurt to take.

While they walked back to the exam room, Cooper looked over at Kurt, stepping a bit closer, as his hand slid to Kurt’s back. “You’re not gonna fall over or anything, right? I don’t want you face planting in here. The floors look really hard.” He mumbled to him, sliding his arm fully around Kurt’s waist, keeping him steady while they stepped into the room. “Thanks for hurrying this along.” Cooper smiled at the nurse, winking as he sat back in a chair, looking over at Kurt. “How’re you feeling?”

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Only offering a disbelieving sound from the back of his throat since he really did doubt that this man could handle any sort of press. And if he could like he said he could, it wasn’t in a genuine manner either. At least that was Kurt’s personal opinion that he kept to himself. They would just end up going around in circles at this rate with him offering an insult and this celebrity shrugging it off. He could let the guy off for now. He was technically going out of his way just to make sure he, a non-fan and a critic of his work at that, to the hospital. He’d have to over analyze why later. 

“I wasn’t creeping!” Comes his defense as he sits up straighter, arms tightening where they were again folded. Even making an annoyed sound with his lips. “I was looking for my friend. She is sadly a big fan of yours. Thinks she’ll marry you one day, give you a lot of babies, and grow old together. That’s her downfall with remaining in the fantasy world of it all. I only accompanied her here because I don’t trust her driving alone and if she didn’t have someone to yell at her besides your body guards, she’d never come home.” He adjusts himself in the seat, pointedly looking out the window and not at Cooper to give him the satisfaction.

On arriving at the hospital does he unbuckle his seat belt before actually glancing back in Cooper’s direction with an unimpressed eyebrow lift. He didn’t really say much even if the explanation had him wanting to snort with amusement, but he resisted as he got out of the car. “I hit my head, not my leg. I can walk just fine without your assistance, Mr.Anderson.” A beat. “But if I do have a concussions and end up collapsing, I hope it’ll be on your conscious for the rest of the year.” This time he added a small teasing smile despite his better judgement.

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Cooper tilted his head, laughing a bit as Kurt described his friend. “Is that so?” He asked, glancing over at him. “Well--is she cute? Maybe I’ll tweet her or something.” He grinned, before shrugging. “Despite what my PR team says, I am very single, and am very much looking for a relationship. The only issue is that most people love, you know, Cooper Anderson, heartthrob actor with amazing hair. Not, like, Cooper, twenty-something year old who always forgets to buy more milk and doesn’t like wearing pants on Saturdays.” 

Cooper laughed at Kurt’s response, shrugging a bit. “I was just making sure.” He said, walking into the hospital with him. “It definitely will. Just promise you won’t sue me. I don’t really think my people can handle another scandal after that time I got into a fight with Nick Jonas. What a disaster. But, I mean, dude had it coming. You can’t just steal another man’s cupcake and not expect there to be consequences.”

Cooper walked up to the receptionist, tapping on the counter as he waited for her to look up to him. The look on her face said enough, and he nodded. “Hi.” He smiled, dragging out their conversation a bit. “My friend here hit his head and he needs to see a doctor ASAP, and I’d be super glad if we could put a rush on that, I’ve got a place to be.” She handed him a clipboard with some information before asking for a picture, to which Cooper nodded and leaned over the desk, smiling at the girl’s phone before walking back over to Kurt. “Here, fill this out.” He said, handing the clipboard over. “Something tells me the doctors are suddenly going to work a lot faster.”

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A dirty look is again shot in the other males direction, but instead he clenched his jaw and refused to play into this game. As if him arguing the point would be any good? Of course not. It’d just turn into a debate of him defending himself while Kurt would try and tear him down with actual slap of reality. But so far it was giving him a headache–or was that because of the door? Who could tell. Maybe it was a bit of both. It was only when the car actually fell silent did he have time to pay attention to where they were going just in case he wanted to make a quick escape.

It was Cooper’s question that had him breaking from his thoughts, shoulders squaring off again to give off the vibe of how uncomfortable he was in being in the same proximity as this guy. “Kurt,” he replies without removing his focus out the window. A light sarcastic cackle from the back of his throat is heard from the mention of him being under eighteen could turn into bad press. “You don’t say?” Kurt muses before turning his attention to the other male in the car. “Well, maybe I should be under eighteen to make things even more difficult on you, huh? Poor baby can’t deal with bad press?”

Leaning over to walk his fingers up Cooper’s arm while biting on his bottom lip with a light snicker only to drop his hands back to his lap then turning his gaze back out the window. “But yes, I’m over eighteen. Such a shame too, if only this happened a few years ago when I could actually deflate your head for real.”

Cooper rolled his eyes, looking at Kurt. “I can handle some bad press. I’m one of the most talked about men in America, you don’t think there are a bunch of stupid rumors going around about me? But just because I can handle it, doesn’t mean I want to. You know how people get. You stand too close to someone and suddenly they have a ‘source’ who has known you for years and knows that you’ve been seeing this person for the past six months, even if I’ve never met them before. Pretty much everyone I’ve ever met has been called my boyfriend or girlfriend. When really, I haven’t had a serious relationship with anyone in at least two years, for this exact reason. I don’t have privacy. Not that I care, it’s pretty hard to find people who genuinely like me without it being a weird relationship where they like the celebrity persona more than they like me.”

Cooper gave Kurt a small smile, nodding slowly. “Alright, over 18-year-old Kurt, since you seem thoroughly unimpressed with all things related to me, what exactly were you doing creeping around by the stage door of that club?” He asked, glancing over at him. “I mean, it’s a big city. I’m sure you’ve got somewhere way better to be.”

When they pulled into the parking lot at the hospital, Cooper looked over at Kurt, his fingers tapping on the wheel. “Alright, so, when we get in there, I might totally get mobbed. It happens a lot. But, good news, I can probably get you in and out a lot faster. They tend not to keep me waiting.” Cooper got out of the car, walking around to open Kurt’s door. “Do you need help?”

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Kurt finds himself grumbling darkly under his breath since it was now becoming even more evident he wouldn’t be able to shake this cat no matter how much he told him to mind his own business. Damn rich people and they’re stupid inflated heads. He could only see it now being plastered to every magazine cover. “SUPERSTAR HELPS RANDOM CITIZEN TO HOSPITAL. BOY LIVES!” Or something like that. Except probably more obnoxious.

Against his better judgement, Kurt takes Cooper’s hand and allows himself to be guided towards the car. The pain in the ass did have a point. He wouldn’t exactly like to think of life for his dad without him. “Fine, alright,” he says, smacking Cooper’s hold away since he still preferred his own personal space kept to himself without any goodie-goodie celebrity touching him more then need be. Sliding into the passenger seat, Kurt hugs his arms around himself while taking in the car itself. The smell, the appearance, how clean it was; anything it took to help him keep his banter up and the guy at arms length.

“Brain transplant? Really?“ He asks after a moment of silence. “Are you sure you don’t need one of those? Smacking people in the face with your door probably proves that.”

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Cooper held his hands up when Kurt smacked him away, trying not to piss him off too much when he finally agreed. “Thank you.” He said, climbing in the car, and starting it. “Don’t worry. As far as all the paparazzi in this town are concerned, I’m still in that building partying it up. Nobody will even notice I’m gone until it’s too late.” He glanced over at Kurt, furrowing his eyebrows as he listened to him.

“Hey, you never know! You hit your head pretty hard.” He said, rolling his eyes when Kurt suggested he might need one. “The door was stuck, I don’t think anybody uses that exit anymore, but I had to, or I’d be mobbed by a couple dozen photographers. Last time that happened, my favorite shirt was ripped and I didn’t get home until four in the morning. What a nightmare.” Cooper sighed, pulling out onto the street, and heading toward the hospital.

After a few seconds of silence, Cooper looked over at Kurt, biting his lip. “Soo,” he said softly, looking at him. “What’s your name?” He asked, glancing over at Kurt. “I’m Cooper. Cooper Anderson. But you seem to know that already.” He told him, turning his head to look at Kurt as they hit a light. “Wait. You’re over eighteen, right? Things could get really messy in the press if you’re not.”

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Kurt could only give him a rather annoyed look. What did Rachel find in this guy? Just five seconds and already he was becoming one of the most obnoxious human beings on the planet. Okay, so maybe that was a bit extreme judgement but from how he was being fussed over just by being hit in the face with a door and knocked to the ground Kurt decided this idiot deserved it.

“I wouldn’t know, I never inquired a head injury and I don’t plan on making a mark on my record so far,” comes the sarcastic response, even offer the other male a rather mocking grin. “You’re holding up two fingers just fine, and if I’m dizzy it’s because I’m soaking up the oxygen you keep blowing in my face with your talking alone.” Taking a step out of the Cooper’s personal space to regain his own bubble of comfort, he returns to brushing his clothes off. Why did he bother to wear something so nice today? Why couldn’t he have gone for something simple that he wouldn’t have minded getting filthy?

If it wasn’t the mention of coffee, he probably would have walked off. Was this guy for real? Wanting to buy a perfect stranger coffee just to make up for causing him a head bump. “I can say no easily actually, nothing difficult about it. Watch…” Folding his arms, Kurt cocks his head to the side. “No.” His lips twitch up into a fake smile. “See? Easy. And since I actually do have a brain, I don’t think I want to waste anymore precious hours of my life with you.” A dirty look replaces the fake smile before he’s turning and taking a rather stumbling step away from losing his footing. Well, that probably didn’t look good.

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Cooper raised his eyebrows at Kurt’s tone, obviously not used to being spoken to like that, unless it was by some pissed off paparazzi or super hipster who thought he was too “mainstream” to be liked. “Relax, dude.” Cooper held up his hands. “You could have a concussion or something, and you know if you don’t get that stuff checked out, you could go to sleep tonight and never wake up! I’d hate to be responsible for that. I’m just looking out for you.”

Watching as Kurt denied his offer for coffee, Cooper sighed, leaning against the wall as he watched Kurt walk away. He was about to turn around and leave, when he noticed the way Kurt stumbled. “Okay, no.” Cooper said, jogging slightly to catch up with him. “You’re obviously disoriented. You can’t even walk in a straight line. I’m taking you to see a doctor, for all I know, you’ll stumble right into traffic and get yourself killed before you can even get home. Or, worse, you’ll get in your car and try driving like this, and then kill yourself, and like ten other people.”

Taking Kurt’s hand, Cooper led him toward the back of the building, where his car was waiting. “Please? If you don’t want to be around me, I’ll just drop you off there and leave you some money in case you need a ride home or a brain transplant or something.” Cooper held open the passenger side door of the car for Kurt, gesturing to the seat. “Come on. Better safe than sorry.”

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How the hell did he get here? Sitting in the car as Rachel handed the keys over to him, a huge grin on her face before fixing her lipstick. Honestly. He questioned why he even bothered agreeing to this stupid idea.

“Now you just wait here,” she is saying as Kurt heaves a sigh and nods even if he had no reason to. She wasn’t paying attention to him since her nose was in her compact mirror. “Once he proposes, I’ll be back and we can go home.” Leaning over, she leaves a wet and sloppy kiss to his cheek before leaving.

Seriously, what was the big deal? This Cooper guy wasn’t even that good looking. And he had no British accent or abs for all he knew. Obviously he wasn’t worth it. And yet here he was, sitting in the car with his arms folded crossly over his chest as he tried not to bake since the sun was out today.

It was an hour or two at the most before Kurt got fed up of sitting and finally got out to stretch his legs. Maybe he’d locate Rachel and pull her back, talk some sense into her about this being a stupid idea and they could get home and he could catch up on Grey’s Anatomy. There were plenty of episodes on the DVR still that he hadn’t watched yet and they were calling to him. After easily sneaking in under the illusion he was an extra, Kurt moved through the trailers that were all lined up in hopes to avoid seeing any security. It was what happened next that he should’ve been looking out for. A door to the face knocked him right back to the concrete where he fell right on his ass and damn it, these pants were new and last thing he’d need was to get dirt out. The voice speaking to him sounded vaguely familiar, but with a hand coming up to rub the bump on his head he didn’t make the connection right away.

“I’m fine, it’s alright, I’m alright,” Kurt rambles just about as he’s pulled to his feet. Coming face-to-face with…oh. His face drops as he continues rubbing the bump on his forehead. “Hospital? So you really are as dramatic as they say.”

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Cooper raised an eyebrow, brushing Kurt off gently as he looked him over. He didn’t seem disoriented, or anywhere near passing out, but Cooper also knew that sometimes head injuries didn’t show serious symptoms until hours later, so seeing a doctor now was the best bet, just in case.

Besides that, this guy was incredibly attractive, and while Cooper wasn’t the smartest guy around, he definitely wasn’t an idiot. Even getting to spend a few extra minutes with him would be great, and really, all Cooper needed was a couple seconds to turn on the charm, and then he’d be guaranteed at least a hookup for the night.

“Well, the door is metal, and it was stuck, so I used pretty much my entire body just to get it open. It must’ve hurt, but not only that, you could easily be concussed, isn’t that what happens?” Cooper reached up, holding up two fingers. “How many fingers am I holding up? Are you seeing double? Are you dizzy?”

“I don’t think I’m being dramatic.” Cooper told him, “I’ll drive you, and look, when you get the okay from the doctors, I’ll buy you a coffee or something to make up for my incredible stupidity. If I’m wrong and you’re fine, at least you get to spend a few hours with me.” He grinned, leaning against the wall of the alleyway. “Plus, free coffee. How can you say no?” 

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So, Cooper was kind of a big deal.

No, more than that, he was a huge deal. He was probably the most talked about heartthrob in America. He did it all, movies, TV shows, concerts. Teens all over the country adored him. Cooper couldn’t really go out without getting mobbed, not that he cared, he loved the attention he got, and while some tabloids called him “stuck up” or “full of himself” he mostly ignored those, considering how thousands of people seemed to disagree.

Tonight was no different, he was at a club when he decided to perform a song or two, and within minutes, the place was swarming with people. Some of which were obviously too young to even be there, but he appreciated a large audience, so he had no complaints. After a small set of songs, he had to make a quick escape, or he’d probably never end up getting home. When the focus wasn’t on him, he slid backstage, and made his way towards the stage door.

The door was slightly stuck, so it took a bit of force to get it open, but once it did, Cooper heard a loud bang, and then a thud. Raising an eyebrow, he peered around the door to see...a man on the ground? 

“Oh, shit!” Cooper said, rushing over to him. “Did I just hit you with the door?” He asked, helping him up. “That sounded bad, and this door is pretty heavy...maybe I should take you to the hospital?” He asked, “Just in case. You know, head injuries can get pretty bad.”