Starter for @kitty-does-indie from THIS PLOT
Blaine groaned as he dropped his head against the front door of his apartment â still stubbornly locked, despite the fact that heâd dug through his satchel four times now. No, his keys were still in the Spider-Man candy holder Sam had insisted they needed for Halloween â maybe a little impractical for one day out of the year, but they could use it to hold their keys the rest of the time, see, Blaine?? â and not hooked to the little carabiner inside his satchel where they were supposed to be. And Sam? Had texted twenty minutes ago that he wouldnât be home until late.
(His exact text had been âGot a hot date. Donât wait up. Bow chika wow WOW đđđâ and dear god, it was Blaineâs own stupid fault for choosing to live with a straight guy.)
In any case, bro code demanded that he NOT interrupt Samâs date â or booty call, or whatever Blaine didnât actually want to think too hard about â so calling him to come unlock the door just because Blaine had forgotten his keys was most definitely out of the question. He let go of the doorknob and rolled sideways, sliding down the wall with a defeated little sigh. It had been a long day, between classes and work and rehearsals, and now it was going to be even longer.
Blaine pulled his legs up to hug them to his chest, his head falling back against the wall with a solid thunk. Theyâd lived in this building for three months now, but there werenât actually of their neighbors Blaine knew well enough to ask for help. There was Mrs. Roberts near the elevators, who had brought them cookies â but she smelled like stale cigarettes and brandy and always eyed Blaineâs hair mistrustfully, like she wasnât sure what he was hiding. There was Karen the single mom down the hall, but it was smack in the middle of dinner-and-bath time, interrupting would just be rude. And there was Mr. GQ across the hall â not his real name, obviously, but Blaine had never managed to work up the courage to actually introduce himself. He was usually on the phone when their paths crossed anyway, talking in a high, clear voice that Blaine absolutely did NOT strain to hear, since that would be eavesdropping. Heâd never managed to say more than a semi-coherent âhave a nice day!â to Mr. GQ before, so asking for help without embarrassing himself was probably impossible anyway.
With a sigh, Blaine dropped his satchel to the floor next to him and pulled out his phone. He only had 18% charge left, but maybe that would be enough for him to read a little to pass the time. Maybe Sam would be home earlier than expected. And maybe pigs would fly, too, but hey, it was New York â it could happen.
Moving to New York truly had proven to be an adventure. While he did believe in his talents it had been such a surprise when he received that acceptance letter from NYADA. From then everything went rather quickly actually. The move itself wasnât that hard. However to support yourself? New York might be the most amazing city in the world but most certainly not the cheapest. So beside being a student, he allso had 2 jobs. One at Vougue.com as the assistant of none other than the amazing Miss Isabel Wright - the executive. Which was the main reason that he was on his phone so much. There always was something she needed to discuss or organize. Then there was his job at the Spotlight Diner as a singing Diner. Which did give him the opportunity of performing every once in a while which was good for his studies at NYADA.
Anyway. He was luckky enough to have his own little apartment. The neighborhood was good enough. The neighbours mostly were rather quiet. Well, except the kids from down the hall who could apparently be quite a handful. Karen however was a true sweetheart and somehow when he had moved in around 6 months ago had adopted him. Always bringing over self made food, checking in on him with a cup of tea when the lights were still on 3am when he was working on something. Kurt was sure that these were her motherly instincts. And it was actually nice. Then there were these two guys who had moved in a couple of months ago. Blondie - who seemed to be more of a party guy. And Mister Dapper. Who was extremly cute. From what Kurt had noticed he most certainly was a bow-tie enthusiast - he still wasnât sure if he saw him wear a bow-tie twice yet. His hair was always geled back and perfectly done. Unfortunatelly he didnât get to talk to him yet although he was truly cuious.
Today had been a rather busy day. One of the models that was shheduled for a photo shood had called in sick and Kurt was trying desperately to find someone to jump in. âRigh...Derek...listen. Canât you...what? But...right...okay...fine. Iâll try someone else then. Still, thanks!â an annoyed groan left his lips. God damn it! It couldnât be too hard to find someone - right? He entered the building when his phone rang again âIsabel...hi...no...havenât found someone yet. I...â when he walked down the hall he saw Mister Dapper sit on the ground in front of his appartment. First he walked past. But then he stopped âIzzy? Talk to you laterâ he hung up and walked back, looking at the distresseed looking guy âHey there. You look like you are having a rough day. You okay?â he asked, a smile around his lips..
