Okay folks this is chapter three. Thank you all so much for all the feedback I have been getting for this fic! I adore reviews so by all means, keep them coming! Um, a lot of fluff in this chapter, plus me getting to draw from my theater background. I hope you like it! Oh, and I don't own glee.
Chapter 3
"It's about time!" Came a female voice to Kurt's left as he rushed through the stage door. He was only a minute or two late but that wouldn't matter to the owner of the voice. "I thought you weren't going to show up and I was going to have to let Creepy Jacob help me with my costumes." Rachel Barry grabbed Kurt by the hand and dragged him toward the dressing room.
"You're being dramatic, Rachel. I'm two minutes late. Besides, Jacob is not that bad."
"He took my underwear out of my dressing room, Kurt." She said with an appalled expression.
"We never proved that was him." Kurt said mildly.
Rachel shot him a dubious look. "Where were you last night? And don't tell me home because I would have heard you come in."
Kurt sat on the couch and ran his hand through his hair, which was starting to feel dry from Blaine's shampoo. Slowly, he began to tell Rachel what had happened at Roosevelt's. He found himself editing the story, leaving out how upset Blaine had been and the part about the song. He felt the need to protect Blaine's privacy somehow. When he finished, he got the expected reaction from Rachel.
"That is so romantic." She said with a sigh. "So when are you seeing him again?"
"Um…we didn't discuss that. We just exchanged numbers." He said. He was very done talking about this. He loved Rachel like a sister, but sometimes she was a lot to take, particularly when his mind kept drifting to last night. "We need to get you into your first costume." He said and grabbed it from the rack in her dressing room.
Once she was dressed, they headed to the makeup room. While Rachel was getting her makeup and hair done, Kurt went around to the other actors, doing up buttons, repairing rips and fallen hems, and, in one case, helping an actress apply duct tape to the undersides of her breasts.
An hour later, the show began and Kurt took up his usual position in the wings and waited for his first cue. He knew he wasn't supposed to, but he couldn't resist turning his phone on for a few minutes to check his messages. After a few seconds, an alert popped up on the screen telling him he had three new messages. One was from Carol, telling him good show, she never forgot. There were two from Blaine.
Kurt's heart sped up as he opened them.
Okay this is lame, and you are probably already at work, but I couldn't wait any longer. Hi.
And then the next one
I should have told you good show I guess…except you might not get this until after. But good show anyway.
Kurt smiled. Blaine was kind of a dork, but he was surprised he knew to say 'good show' instead of 'good luck.'
As much as he wanted to answer, the stage manager was already complaining about the buzzing over the wireless system and his cue was coming up. He quickly turned his phone back off and shoved it in his pocket. Rachel came careening around the corner, kicking off her shoes as she went.
"How many times have I told you not to kick your shoes everywhere?" he hissed as he helped her out of one dress and into another in a matter of 20 seconds.
"Sorry." She said breathlessly "Panicked. So nervous today." Kurt knelt down and buckled her shoes.
"You're all set." He said and then into the boom mic at his mouth, "We're ready."
Rachel took off to get into place and Kurt was once again alone with his thoughts.
….
Blaine drummed his fingers on the kitchen table. He had been grading papers for nearly three hours and he had gotten nowhere. He had checked his phone seventeen times since he'd sent Kurt that last text and had to force himself not to send him another one. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He hadn't behaved this way since he was in high school. Despite the fact that he had been waiting for it, when his text message tone went off he jumped and his pen went flying. Rather than retrieve it he grabbed his phone with shaking hands.
You aren't lame. If I hadn't been at work, I would have already texted you too.
He took a deep breath and responded, unable to keep the grin from spreading across his face.
Good to know. How was the show? What show are you doing anyway? I feel like I should already know that.
Lol, it was great, thanks for the 'good show' by the way. It's a musical. The Last Five Years?
Blaine grinned
I know that show "Jamie is over and Jamie is gone…" My sister-in-law loves it.
Sister-in-law?
Yeah. My bother met her in acting class. We bonded through show tunes.
The plot thickens You could bring her to the show sometime if you want. I could even get you comp tickets. I know a guy. ;-)
You know a guy? Does he happen to be tall, well-dressed and gorgeous? Because I think we know the same guy…
Blaine held his breath as he pressed send, he couldn't believe he'd just said that. It was too bold. Kurt wasn't going to respond. But after what felt like an eternity, he did.
Haha, you must know a different guy, mine's just skinny and pale…well-dressed though, and he would like to take you to lunch. Tomorrow, 1:00?
Blaine released the breath he had forgotten he'd been holding and answered immediately.
I think I can manage that.
Great! I'll pick you up.
….
Kurt thought he had played that pretty cool considering he had been shaking like a leaf the whole time. He scrolled back through the texts until he found the one he had already read six times. "…tall, well dressed and gorgeous" Blaine thought he was gorgeous...no one had ever called him that in his whole life. Well not anyone who counted, anyway. Rachel said it all the time and so did Carol, but he always assumed they were being nice. He had been instantly drawn to Blaine and it seemed that the feeling was mutual. He sat there for several seconds, lost in thought. Suddenly he jumped out of the chair.
"Rachel!" he shouted. The petite girl came running from her bedroom. "What is it?" she said in alarm.
"I have a date and I don't know what to wear." He said.
Rachel struggled to keep her mouth from falling open. Kurt Hummel had never not known what to wear. "Well we'd better start working on it then." She said, taking him by the hand.
He let her lead him to his own bedroom with a dazed expression. Years of performing and he had never been this nervous about anything.