It’s the falling part of love that scares Kurt the most. (Skank!kurt and canon!Blaine at NYU.) (AO3)
“So, what’s going on with you and that Blaine guy?” Quinn asks, flicking her cigarette in his direction.
“Nothing,” Kurt clips back at her instantly. “He just follows me around.”
“That blush on your face says otherwise,” Quinn says with a smirk.
They’re sitting at the outer commons, Quinn chain smoking before her 12:30 class despite the university’s ‘smoke free campus’ policy- the rule is never enforced- and Kurt had found two Broadway matinee tickets that Blaine slipped into his backpack.
“I don’t know,” he says, deeply inhaling her smoke (he stopped for Blaine last month). “We hang out. Talk. Hook up sometimes. He’s cool.”
“Orchestra floor tickets means you’re a lot more than cool to him,” she reasons.
Kurt rolls his eyes, but appreciates her prodding. Quinn is the only one he can talk to about Blaine. His other friends care a lot more about their ‘deep and introspective’ art projects or getting high than his love life, and besides his weekly phone calls with his dad, Quinn is all he’s got to remind him of home.
“It’s only been a few months, don't you think it’s a lot?” He whispers.
Quinn shrugs, her pink bangs bouncing at the movement. “You know I don’t know anything about love.”
“Don't call it that,” Kurt bites back. The last time he felt ‘love’ was that Chandler guy from back home, and he was usually too hyped on oxy to remember that he and Kurt were a thing.
“Oh c’mon Cinderella. Let Prince Charming sweep you off your feet.”
Kurt scoffs. Twists a dangling purple streak of hair. He doesn’t need to be ‘swept’. He needs common sense. Grounding. Stability.
His phone beeps with a text.
From: B
I hope you saw the tickets! (If you haven’t, check your bag LOL) I know how grouchy you can be after Harris’ lectures so I just slipped them in there. They’re for this Saturday, I hope you’re excited!!
Kurt shakes his head and pulls the tickets out of his bag. Wicked. His favorite.
He gets another text.
From: B
Also, I hope we’re still on for hanging out tonight! (Mostly because your jeans looked extra tight today ;)
Kurt laughs to himself. If he’s going to be swept up by Blaine, he just hopes that he’s also a soft place to land.
Written for Day 1 of the Klaine Valentines Challenge 2018, for CrissColfer.
Note: These two weeks are going to be a bit of a mess for me, so I’m not sure how often I’ll be able to write for the Challenge, but here goes anyway! Also you might be wondering why I’m posting early, but it’s because it’s already the 1st of Feb here.
Song Prompt: Lost In Your Eyes - Debbie Gibson
Word Count: 549 AO3
(I just fell, don’t know why)
On a barren stage in an empty arena, Chris is beautiful.
It’s all Darren can think as he watches him, fidgeting with the microphone as he looks to Darren for advice. He’s been helping Chris with performance tips before their first show, mentoring him as he figures out exactly how singing solos live works.
Chris has been understandably nervous; he seemed not to like the sound of his voice unless it was caged up in a studio, complaining that it was too high and too pitchy.
Darren had been quick to disagree. He doesn’t really understand how anyone can dislike having a voice like that, one that sounds like honey-sweet syrup, the timbre of it impossibly gentle. Darren had told Chris about as much- he hates how Chris doesn’t know how incredible he really is- and Chris had blushed and brushed it aside.
(Something’s there we can’t deny...)
The deafening whistle of the feedback from the microphone brings Darren out of his reverie, and he sees Chris lower himself to perch at the lip of the stage.
Darren walks down one of the side aisles to meet him, switching off the two-way radio that connects him to the sound techs. He slides the microphone out of Chris’ hands, and then rests his arms on Chris’ knees so that he can look up at him.
Chris chews his lips and then lets out a little huff of a sigh. “I sound like a cross between a five-year old and an old lady.”
Darren grins at him; they’ve been through this about a thousand times before. “You do not. You’re doing so much better with your breath control, and you’ve gotten more used to owning your stage space. You sound great, Chris.”
“My hands shake, and then that makes the microphone shake, and then it just fucks up everything,” Chris says quietly.
Darren stills Chris’ hands, which have been worrying the neck of his t-shirt. “The nerves go away eventually.”
Chris eyes him skeptically and Darren laughs, pushing back the hair that’s fallen over his forehead. “I’m serious. Think of it as clouds giving way to the sun. You’ll be so nervous, and you’ll feel sick, but after a few moments you’ll never want to stop singing. That feeling- it’s incredible, Chris.”
“Is that why we can’t get you to shut up then, Mr Attention Whore?” Chris teases, tugging on a loose curl.
“Hey, I’m serious!” Darren settles his chin on his hands. “If it doesn’t get better, find something to ground you. Sing to a pole at the back of the arena, or to an empty seat. You’ll forget just how surrounded you are.”
“What about you?” Chris whispers, and something in Darren’s chest catches.
“I- I won’t actually be in the audience,” he says, and Chris smiles slightly at the way he stutters for a moment.
“I can imagine you’re there, though.”
“Okay,” Darren says quietly, and Chris tips his chin up with his fingers.
“Thank you,” he murmurs, closing the space between them and kissing him softly. The kiss feels like what hearing Chris’ voice feels like:
A satin ribbon wrapping up the length of his body, curling around his heart, and pulling Darren home.
Kurt could not bring myself to regret transferring, out of Mckinley High School. He would miss the glee club. He would miss his friends and his favorite teacher, Mr. Shuester, but he was no longer safe on campus. The bullying had gotten worse over the last year, and after his father’s heart attack, he did not want to worry him. After Burt married Carol, Kurt felt like he could leave, and they could have time to themselves, as newlyweds. Finn and Kurt did the research and found Dalton Academy. They had a strict no bullying policy and Kurt qualified for a scholarship. They presented it to their father and he reluctantly agreed. A month later, the teen was unpacking my largest suitcases, in the new dorm.
“Well, Buddy. It looks like you are all set.” Burt looked around the room smiling. “I guess I should let you get settled.” That was the thing about the man. He was not one to get sentimental, in public. He patted his son’s shoulder and sighed. “You know, you can come home anytime. I’m only two hours away.”
Kurt smiled and nodded at the man. “I know Dad. I’ll miss you too.” He turned and hugged his father. He knew that he would miss the man, and would worry nonstop. Burt’s heart attack really scared him but he had to trust that Carol would take care of him. He turned to look around the room again as his brother Finn walked into the room, carrying the last box.
“Alright man, that’s everything.” Finn tossed Kurt the keys to his navigator and patted his shoulder.
Kurt chuckled and shrugged as he caught the keys. “Thanks for driving him up for me.” He gave his brother an awkward side hug.
Finn grinned at him. “No problem. I figured it’s be the only time you’ll let me drive it.”
“Well that’s true.” He shrugged and took a long breath, looking at two of the men in his life. He was never really good at saying goodbyes. “I guess you guys should get on the road, if your going to get home before rush hour.”
Burt nodded and clapped his hands. “We’ll call you when we get home.”
“Thanks Dad.” Kurt smiled hugging his father, one more time.
“Anytime.” Burt nodded as he guided Finn out of the dorm room. Kurt watched them go until he witnessed them climbing into the elevator. He missed them already. He wiped away a tear and began unpacking the boxes, before heading down to get dinner.
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Kurt grabbed his trey and looked around the cafeteria. He smiled nervously watching the students eating their dinner. Other than the mass of uniforms, it was not much different than the McKinley cafeteria. It was a little harder to decipher between cliques, but Kurt figured, he’s figure it out quickly. He found an empty table at the far corner and started heading over to grab a seat.
He jumped slightly as blond boy bounced over to him. “Hey,” The boy started. “I’m Jeff. My math teacher said we’d be getting a new student, and I’m guessing that’s you.” Kurt stood shocked for a moment at the boy’s infectious bubbleness. He had not really expected anyone to notice his presence, but he guessed they did not get many mid-semester transfers. Jeff looked at him expectantly. “Um, I guess, I just wanted to invite you to sit with us, for dinner.” He pointed at a table with another boy, watching the exchange.
Kurt smiled at Jeff and nodded. “Um yes, sure.” He bit his lip as he walked over to the table, sitting across from the darker haired boy. “Um, Hi.”
The boy reached across offering his hand. “I’m Nick. Nice to meet you.”
Kurt smiled and shook his hand. “Kurt.” He smiled at the two as Jeff sat next to him. “Thank you for the invitation.” He placed his napkin in his lap as he began to eat.
Jeff took a bit of his pizza before he started talking again. “So what brings you to Dalton?”
Kurt looked up at him raising an eyebrow. “I really don’t want to talk about it.”
Nick nodded. “Jeff, don’t talk with your mouth full. And you don’t have to. That was a rude question.” He smiled and took a sip from his soda. “So, How are you tonight? Are you liking your dorm?”
Kurt smiled thankfully and nodded. “It is a nice room, and the RA said I could decorate it, as long as I don’t do any permanent damage.” He looked down and began eating his own dinner. He decided he liked the two boys. Jeff reminded him of Sam a bit.
Jeff grinned as he ate. “Are you thinking about joining any clubs? I guess you're going to be in my math Class, seeing that my teacher told us you were coming. Oh what’s your favorite class?”
Kurt laughed and shook his head. It was going to be fun trying to keep up with Jeff’s excitement. “Um, I don’t know. I have not looked at the list of clubs, that the counselor gave me yet.” He sipped his medium drip and looked up at his new puppy like companion. “My favorite class is French. I have that 5th block.” He shrugged. “I guess I’ll be in your math class. I’m a junior.” He shrugged trying to think. Had he answered all of Jeff’s question. “You are a bit of a ball of excitement, aren’t you?”
Jeff giggled. “Yeah, my friends say that I exude sugar.” He finished his pizza and began guzzling his soda.
Nick looked at Jeff, rolling his eyes and looked back at Kurt, smiling. “Yeah, my boyfriend can be a little overwhelming at times.” He shrugged eating a fry. “So, are you nervous about starting class tomorrow?”
Kurt gawked at him a moment before answering his question. “Um, yeah, a little. The dean said that the classes will be more advanced than what I’m used to.” He gulped. “Did you say, boyfriend?”
Nick nodded nervously. He did not want to scare the boy away, but he never hid that he and Jeff were together. “Uh, yeah. Is that a problem?”
Kurt shook his head. “No, not at all. It’s just that it… Um how do I say this? At my old school, it would be dangerous for someone to admit to being gay.” He looked at his tray blushing. He did not want to insult Nick and Jeff.
Nick laughed, shocking Kurt, to look back up. “No Bully policy. There are quite a number of out students here. Jeffy, here, is Gay. I’m bisexual.” He shrugged, showing that it really did not matter to him. “So classes? They are a bit tougher, but we have study groups that meet almost every night.” Nick grinned at him. Jeff and I are juniors, so you can join ours.”
Kurt smile, thankfully. He was glad for the subject change, as well as the offer. “Yeah, that would be great. I would hate to flunk out my first semester.”
Jeff grinned at him. “We would not let that happen. You’re going to be my new best friend.”
Kurt just chuckled shaking his head. Jeff was going to be a handful but he was thankful that the blond had asked him over. He finished his food thinking. He really could grow to like being here, if he had friends like Jeff and Nick. He looked at the pair and smiled. “Um, I think maybe it’s time for me to head back to my room. I still have unpacking to do, and I need to get my uniform ready, for tomorrow.”
Nick nodded and wrote his and Jeff’s numbers, on a napkin. “Text, of you need anything. Jeff and I always have our phone on.”
Kurt nodded thankfully. “Thanks. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” He blushed and got up, taking his tray to the trash.
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Kurt looked around as he stepped into his math class. He walked over and introduced himself to the teacher. He found a seat in the back, after the man handed him a book and a work packet. Jeff and Nick waved at him as he took his seat, to look through the packet. Everything did look a bit more complicated than he was used too, and he was glad that he had been invited into the study group. He looked up when his teacher said his name. Everyone was looking at him expently.. “Uh, what?”
The man chuckled softly. “Would you like to introduce yourself?”
Kurt nodded and went to stand in front of the class. “Hi, I’m Kurt Hummel. I’m from Lima, Ohio.” He blushed looking at everyone. “Um, thank you.” He smiled at the group and then headed back to his seat. He hated being put on the spot like that. He breathed a sigh of relief as class started.
As soon as class ended, Kurt gathered his stuff in bag. He was approached by another student and smiled. “Hi.” He chewed his lip as he put his book away.
The boy held his hand out for him. “Hi, I’m David. I write for the school paper. I was wondering if you would not mind me writing a short piece on you?”
Kurt was taken aback a bit but took his hand. “Oh, It’s nice to meet you. I guess I really don’t mind. Can we meet after school?”
David nodded and gave him his number. “I have lacrosse practice and than Warblers rehearsal but I can meet after that.”
Kurt nodded raising a brow at him. “What are the Warblers?”
David laughed softly. “They are the glee club here. We are kind of rock stars.” He grinned. “I saw you with Jeff and Nick. They are members as well.”
Kurt grinned widely and swayed on his feet excitedly. “Oh cool. I was on my glee club, back home. Do you think they’d let me audition?”
David nodded and softly punched his shoulder. “Yeah , totally. What school did you go to? I’m might of already seen you perform.”
Kurt chuckled rubbing the back of his neck. “Mckinley High School. They are the New Directions.”
David grinned at him. “Oh yeah, you guys went all the way to nationals last year.”
Kurt blushed and nodded. “Yeah, we did. I really thought we had a shot. So, what time is rehearsal?”
David wrote down the time for him and waved as he started to leave. “I’ll see you there.”
Kurt nodded putting the paper in his vest pocket. He was smiling as he headed to class. Maybe it would not be so bad here. He was already going through song selections, for his audition.
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Kurt was already a little worn when the lunch bell rang. He quickly grabbed his lunch and walked over to sit with Nick and Jeff. David was sitting with them as well, and he was not really sure if he was still welcome. “Um, is it alright if I join you guys again?”
Jeff looked up with bright excite eyes. “Yeah, of course.” He was practically bouncing with excitement. “How has your first day been?”
Kurt grinned at him as he sat down. He could not help but smiled with the boy. “It was alright. You were right about me needing to join a study group.” He shrugged opening his soda.
Nick looked up at him and nodded. “Yeah, we all really need it. The classes here are tough and the professors don’t take any excuses.” He shifted his food on his plate. “So, David says you’re thinking of joining the warblers?”
Kurt nodded as he started eating his sandwich. He hoped that his new friends would not be upset but he was really excited. “Yes. I was part of the Glee club at my last school and I would really like to join.”
Nick chuckled. “I can’t wait to hear your audition.” He shrugged and chewed his lip. “We’ve already talked to the council and they are excited to have a new member.”
Kurt raised a brow at him., wiping the corner of his mouth. “The council?”
David nodded. “Yeah, we don’t really have a choir director. The dean trusts us to handle the group on our own. Instead we have a council of three members, elected at the start of every year.” He shrugged. “We actually have two juniors and a senior.” Blaine, Wes, and Sebastian” He shrugged as he listed them off. “They are kind of strange, but they are doing a great job.”
“Wow, that is pretty cool, actually. What do you mean by strange?” Kurt questioned.
“Oh nothing really. They just don’t really socialize outside of the Warbler rehearsals.” David shrugged. “They transferred in my freshman year. They pretty much stay in the dorms, when they’re not in class or performing.”
Kurt nodded and thought about it for a moment. “Oh okay. Well anyway. I can’t really decide what to sing for my audition.” Kurt blushed contemplating his options.
“Oh, Can I help?” Jeff grinned and moved over to Kurt’s side, pulling out his Ipod. “I have like so many ideas.”
Kurt laughed and shook his head. “Maybe during free period?”
Jeff just nodded going through his song option. “Okay. I’ll meet you here.”
Nick just shook his head at his boyfriend. “You’ll have to reign him in, or you’ll never get through all his ideas. Remember to keep it simple. We are not looking for a show stopper. Just be yourself.”
“Thank you.” Kurt smiled at him. He was really starting to like these boys.
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Kurt walked into his biology class and introduced himself to the professor. “There is only one seat left. You’ll have to sit next to Sebastian.” The man smiled and handed him a textbook, after pointing to the back table.”
Kurt looked at table and smiled as he walked over. “Hello, I’m Kurt.” He offered his hand to the boy, but was surprised to see him flinch away from him. “Um, Okay.” He put his hand back down and sat in the empty seat.
Sebastian sighed and moved his chair as far away from him as possible. He looked quickly as him and then looked away. It almost sounded like he growled, a little. The behavior only irritated Kurt. How could anyone be so rude. He really hoped this was not the same Sebastian that was over seeing his audition this afternoon.
He waved at Jeff as he walked into the room, and sat next to Nick. Jeff waved back but looked a little confused. Are you okay? He mouthed at him.
Kurt nodded as their teacher began to speak. “Okay, class. Tomorrow we will be starting on a project. It will take a couple weeks of research and out of class work. You’ll be in partners and your partner is sitting next to you.” Kurt let out a small groan. He could tell Sebastian really did not like him and he really did not want to get stuck with all the work.
Sebastian let out a sigh and pushed a piece of paper over with his phone number. Underneath it just read, Text me and we’ll set up a work schedule.
”Whatever.” Kurt rolled his eyes and tore off the bottom of the sheet before writing his own number and passing it back to Sebastian. The rest of the class was spent in silence, as Kurt listened to the teacher. He could feel the tension coming off Sebastian and he could not understand how the guy could hate him so much, already. He really hoped he did not just transfer school, just to find a new bully.
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“Hey, what did you do to Sebastian?” Jeff asked as they walked into the common. “Did you stab him or something? I mean the guys an ass but…” He shrugged grinning.
Kurt shook his head and raised a brow at him. “I swear, all I did was introduce myself. Is he always so put off?” He put his bag next to a chair and sat down. “I he acted like my very presence offended him.”
Jeff shook his head. “No, he usually has a smirk plastered on his face and he tries to fuck anything that is on two legs. I can’t tell you how many times he’s propositioned me.”
Kurt sighed and shrugged. “Maybe it’s better he does not like me. I have a boyfriend back in Lima.” He sighed pulling out his sheet music. “I decided to sing “Lost in your eyes,” by Debbie Gibson.” He handed the music to Jeff who sat at the piano.
Jeff looked it over before spreading it out. “Are you sure? It’s a woman’s song?”
Kurt grinned and stood up to, dusting off his uniform. “Trust me.”
Jeff nodded as he started playing the song.
Kurt walked over to the piano as he began to sing.
“ I get lost in your eyes
And I feel my spirits rise
And soar like the wind…
Is it love that I am in?
Jeff looked up at Kurt with surprise and wonder in his eyes. Kurt had a beautiful voice. He had never heard anything like it.
I get weak in a glance
Isn’t this what’s called romance?
And now I know
‘Cause when I’m lost I can let go
Kurt smiled as he sat next to Jeff on the piano, playing an octave lower than his friend. He always loved the look people gave him when he sang. It’s what made him love performing.
I don’t mind not knowing what I’m heading for
You can take me to the skies…
It’s like being lost in heaven
When I’m lost in your eyes
I just fell, don’t know why
Something’s there we can’t deny…
And when I first knew
Was when I first looked at you
Jeff smiled as he softly began to sing with him. Kurt smiled and closed his eyes as he stood up to finish the second half of the song.
And if I can’t find my way
If salvation is worlds away
Oh, I’ll be found
When I am lost in your eyes
I don’t mind not knowing what I’m heading for
You can take me to the skies…
Oh it’s like being lost in heaven
When I’m lost in your eyes
I get weak in a glance
Isn’t this what’s called romance?
Oh, I’ll be found
When I am lost in your eyes
Jeff got up and hugged Kurt as he finished the song. “Oh my god. That was beautiful.” He giggled and let the man go. “You did not tell us you were a countertenor. We have not had one in years, and you’ll bring us up an octave, in a good way.”
Kurt laughed and blushed. Jeff really could light up a room. “No one really asked. Do you think the others will like it?”
Jeff rolled his eyes. “Well, duh. You’re amazing and I can’t wait to see you wipe that smirk off Sebastian’s face.”
Kurt laughed and hugged Jeff. He just hoped that Jeff was right.
Kurt was shaking with excitement as Jeff and Nick led him to the choir room, for his audition. He had been waiting outside while they got ready for him. He gulped as he looked around at all the eyes staring at him. He has not really expected to be so many member.
“Kurt Hummel, welcome.” A tall asian boy smiled at him and motioned for him to stand in front of the room. He looked over the three boys set apart from the rest of the group. “Kurt, I am Wes. You’ve met Sebastian, and this is Blaine.”
Kurt looked into Blaine’s eyes and his heart stuttered. He had the most beautiful golden eyes, he had ever seen. “Um, Hi. I’m Kurt.” He coughed and shook his head. “Of course you already know that.” He could hear Blaine laughing softly.
Wes nodded and chuckled. “When you are ready.”
Kurt nodded as Jeff began playing the music, for him. He kept his eyes closed as he sang the song. As the song ended he heard the entire room erupt in applause. Kurt opened his eyes and looked around. The only ones not clapping were Sebastian and Blaine. Sebastian looked furious and Blaine looked into Kurt’s eyes with wonder.
Blaine stood up and walked over to him. “Welcome to the Warblers Kurt.” he spoke softly.
Kurt smiled unable to tear his eyes away from Blaine’s. “Thank you.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Glee
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel
Characters: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson
Series: Part 5 of Klaine Valentines Challenge 2018
Summary:
Klaine Valentines 2018: Day 2- (Everything I Do) I Do For You
Word Count: 320
Blaine doesn’t want to bake, but he does want to make Kurt happy. (AO3)
Blaine doesn’t know how he gets himself into these situations.
Actually he does. He has a hard time saying ‘no’ to people. It’s how he always ends up showing Mr. Leonard’s driveway in the middle of January and holding his mom’s purse as she picks out centerpieces for fundraising events.
Currently he’s leaning against the counter, more flour in his hair than on his apron, as he watches Kurt clean the kitchen while they wait for their cake to finish in the oven.
For the most part he agreed because he knew it’d make Kurt happy. (Another thing he has a problem saying ‘no’ to.) When he told Kurt the only thing he knows how to bake are brownies from a box and his grandmother extremely old (and extremely fattening) chocolate cookie recipe, he hadn’t realized he was signing himself up for an afternoon Baking 101 session.
So maybe he doesn’t care about the ‘proper’ way to make a red velvet cake, it’s worth it to see that smile that Kurt has when he knows where he belongs or is doing something right.
“So rule number one,” Kurt says, picking up the used whisk and spatula to place in the dishwasher , “no matter what the recipe says, you add an extra egg.”
“I thought the number one rule of baking was to follow the recipe,” Blaine asks, trying to sound genuinely curious but too distracted by cleaning the bowl of batter with his finger.
“It makes everything richer,” Kurt says pointedly. “Which reminds me. Rule number two,” he turns back away from the sink to plant a firm and certain kiss on Blaine’s lips. “Your boyfriend is always right.”
“Of course you are,” Blaine says, placing a glob of cake batter on Kurt’s nose. “Why do you think I’m doing this for you?”
“I thought you wanted to bake!” Kurt exclaims innocently. “If I had known you didn’t-”
Kurt Hummel, your everyday backup singer, gets to meet his favorite singer. (AO3)
Kurt wasn’t one for being star struck, but there were a few exceptions.
Frank Ocean, that one guy from One Direction that Marley swooned over for weeks, even Taylor Swift- not that he’s a huge fan, he just couldn't believe that she was as tall as him- but no one compared to Blaine Anderson.
When he got an email that New Directions had been booked for a fourteen hour session for the up-and-coming singer-songwriter’s debut EP, Kurt had instantly cancelled his Friday night gig with Pamela Lansbury to make sure he was there to see Blaine in the flesh.
“He’s not even that famous,” Tina complains from her place on the couch as they wait for everyone to arrive. “Do you know how many Instagram followers he has?”
“We all know that doesn’t show how famous you are-” Marley starts.
“Sixty-seven thousand,” Tina says over her. She tosses her phone to Kurt where his account is pulled up. “Call me high maintenance-”
“You’re high maintenance,” Kurt interrupts, eyes widening at Blaine’s Instagram feed. It’s not anything he’s seen before (he has him on post notifications), but the constant beach pictures with his friend Sam and impressive yoga shots take his breath away every time.
“But typically we work with people who have followings in the millions. Plus I thought this guy was just a one hit wonder.”
She has a point. When you were in Los Angeles and wanted backing vocals with depth or to make an in-studio music video, you called New Directions. Not only were they talented, but knowing each other since high school made their chemistry translate past screens and headphones.
“You’re only saying that because he’s the same age as you and he’s already got a record deal,” Kurt says, trying to sound his best to tease her but too distracted but the images in his hand.
“It’s a EP of covers,” Tina says pointedly. “Don’t people use YouTube for that shit now?”
“At least the song selection is nice,” Marley offers, looking at the itinerary on the coffee table. “I mean At Last, Bennie and the Jets, and Real Love? The guy’s got a good variety.”
“Real Love?” Tina, asks, snatching the paper off the table. “He couldn’t even pick a Beatles song that people know?”
“It’s one my favorites,” says an unfamiliar voice from the doorway, and Tina chokes on her words as she looks up to see their client enter the room.
God he looks even better in person, Kurt thought, twisting around to take in Blaine’s full appearance: a crisp blue button down and high water jeans paired with a break up brown leather jacket; Kurt can tell how define his arms are as he leans against the doorframe. As he crosses the room, Kurt throws Tina’s phone in her direction hoping Blaine hasn't looked over his shoulder.
“Well I’ve heard you guys are the best of the best,” he says, eyes scanning the room and, unless Kurt is dreaming, checking him up and down. “If you’ve got any suggestions or pre-established arrangements, I’m flexible.”
“Clearly,” Tina smirks, locking her phone and winking at Kurt.
“Well I’ve got the band set up in room 3,” Blaine says, heading back to the door and stopping when he gets right in front of Kurt. “When you guys are ready, I’m very eager to see what you’ve got in store.”
If he wasn’t leaning against the cabinets, Kurt swears he would collapse then and there.
“I’ll see you in there,” Kurt replies with the biggest sigh he’d ever released in his life, and Blaine leaves with one last gaze from Kurt’s lips to his shoes.
“Damn,” Tina says to break the silence. “His music taste may suck, but the boy’s got game.”
Marley barks out a laugh. Kurt immediately starts scheming of a way to slip his phone number into Blaine’s guitar case.
Kurt and Blaine’s second child has a very select taste in music. (AO3)
They struggled for so long to find the perfect song for Tracy.
For Hepburn it was easy, Kurt knew the soundtrack to Breakfast at Tiffany’s like the back of his hand and while Moon River wasn’t as exciting as most songs, it put her at ease for as long as they could remember.
But three years later, they figured that picking a song for their baby girl would be the easiest part of parenting their second child.
“She’s still crying?” Kurt said, rubbing a hand over his face as Blaine crawled back into bed.
“No that’s Hep, he keeps sniffling that ‘the baby is keeping him up’,” Blaine says with a sigh.
“He’s almost four, where does he have to be in the morning?”
“Not at a meeting for the next September issue unlike you,” Blaine says, motioning for Kurt to like back down. “Go back to sleep.”
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You’d think raising two kids in New York City would open Tracy’s eyes to culture at a young age, but much to their dismay she couldn’t stand anything that didn’t come from a CD or her parents singing around the house.
“The baby ruined our day at the park,” Hepburn says to Blaine one October day as they come back from a day at Strawberry Fields.
“You didn’t try taking her for a walk again did you?” Blaine asks, taking off his glasses to give himself a break from the score he’s transcribing.
“No,” he says, attempting to stomp over into the living room with his small feet. “This man was playing and she kept screaming.”
“So our baby isn’t a Beatles’ fan,” Kurt says, lifting her out of the stroller and balancing her on his hip. “I’m so sorry babe.”
“And just when I thought parenting couldn’t get any harder,” Blaine says, giving his husband a kiss.
*
Two months later, Carole won’t stop patting herself on the back as the two of them continuously roll their eyes on the couch.
They anticipated her first plane ride would be rough, but they weren’t about to stick the kids in the car for a day on their trip back home for Christmas. But the whole ride from the airport Tracy would not stop wailing in the car, as just as they thought her lungs would give up, Carole’s Nat King Cole’s Greatest Hits record proved to be the only solace.
“I’m just saying honey,” Carole says against her glass of whiskey eggnog, “your kid’s got great taste.”
“How’d we never think of it before?” Blaine asks, not noticing Kurt’s glare at his ongoing praise to his mother-in-law. “I mean, she won’t even listen to the Beatles. We were afraid she just hated music.”
“Don’t even think like that,” Kurt says, taking another long sip from his glass of wine. “Regardless, thank you Carole.”
Blaine ends up loving the song so much that it drives Kurt crazy sometimes. However, once Tracy finally takes her first steps, coming home to his husband sing L-O-V-E by Nat King Cole is a great part of his daily routine.
Author’s Note: I realized while I was writing this that it’s not the canon birth order of their children (and I’m not sure the genders are right either) but I was already in too deep. Sorry for the inconsistencies!
