Chapter 12

Rachel had just arrived to their place, chatting constantly as always. She sat in front of Kurt, looking at him intently and putting a hand over the sketches and samples of fabrics he had scattered around the table. It left Kurt with no other option than paying her some attention.

“Kurt, I’m talking to you.”

“You’re always talking, Rachel.” He said, going back to scrbbling in a notebook.

She didn’t seem to let his answer bother her and went on, noticing what Kurt was doing.

“Wait! Is that for my dress? I like the red one.” She said, picking up a fabric.

“Yeah, I’ve decided we’re not doing red.” He took the fabric from her and showed her a couple more. “I can do as if I’m hearing your opinion if you pick between this two.”

“Why can’t I wear red?” Rachel asked, but looked at the samples and passed him one of them back.

“Because you’re accompanying someone, you can’t get all the attention, can you?” Kurt looked at her with a small smile and added with a wink, “I’ll dress you in red when the red carpet is all about you.”

“Is that a promise? Because I’m holding you to it.” The girl leaned forward, smirking.

“It is.”

“Then we’ve a deal.” Rachel just sat and watched Kurt work.

Afetr a few minutes the girl began to talk one more time, “Anyway, as I was saying when I got here, you just need to tell me,” She said, emphasizing with the movements of her hands. “I know it’s not my business but I’m not prying, I just really want to know how you do it.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Asked Kurt, eyes opening widely, trying to get his mind to come up with an appropiate interpretation of Rachel’s sentence.

Rachel rolled her eyes and went to pick Kurt’s phone. His reaction was to get it back, but the girl brushed his hand off. After a few seconds she passed the phone back to him, opened in a Perez Hilton article.

Before the article was a picture of Blaine coming out of a coffee shop. His hair was free of gel and he was wearing washed jeans and a hoodie. It was near 5th avenue and, as it said behind the photo, sometime around noon the day before. It was clear from the look, the time and the location that Blaine was on a break from filming.

Hadn’t it been for the the scribbled question on the picture of  ‘Who did you steal that coffee from, B?’ and the pointing arrow, Kurt wouldn’t have even noticed that the cup of coffee in Blaine’s hand read not ‘Blaine’ but ‘Kurt’. He read the article.

How cute does our beloved Blaine look without the gel?

I don’t know you, but after nerdy Chase and dapper Blaine, I’m enjoying this boy next door look of whatever-Blaine’s-new-character-is-called. (Come on, none of us is actually going to watch this for the plot).

HAWT.

But our attention was brought to something else. That’s not your name on that cup, baby! Did you snatch that from someone at the counter? Stealing is not nice, not matter how famous and attractive you are.

We’ll just wait for your explanation... In the worst scenerario, bad-boy-Blaine may be a good look on you, too.

Luckily, nothing suggested the idea that who Kurt was meant anything at all. So, beyond the objectification, there was not actual harm done.

He looked back at Rachel with a raised eyebrow, still not getting what she had been talking about.

“You have that history of fashion class until one on Tuesday and you talked about it yesterday, so I know you went. You start work at two on the opposite side of New York. And, you have to grab something to eat between those. I know you don’t ditch on things, Kurt. So, how on earth did you get time to stop for coffee with Blaine in Manhattan, sneak off before being seen with him, and make it to work on time? I just wanna know about your teleporting superpower, secret underground passage, or whatever it is you’re using.”

Kurt couldn’t help it, he laughed. Rachel tried to look insulted, but she couldn’t keep a straight face for long.

When Kurt managed to stop gigling, he replied. “Ok. First, your knowledge of my schedule is kind of creepy, but I would let that one go for now. Second, teleportation? Really?” He pulled a face at her and the girl rolled her eyes. “But third and most relevant, I wasn’t at Manhattan yesterday. I went from school to work, and as any other newyorker, I took the subway.” Finished Kurt, calmly.

“But the cup...”

“Blaine does this thing, he did it at our first date... When he’s asked his name at a coffee shop and he thinks they’re trying to figure out if he’s, well, him, he says a different name. So maybe they’ll think they were wrong. I don’t know if that has ever worked, but yeah. He says another name, of someone he knows. He says if he tries to come up with a random name he stumbles upon the word, so he uses the name of someone close, a name he says often. On our date he used his brother’s name. I guess that was the situation and he used mine.”

Kurt didn’t say it, but the idea of Blaine thinking about him while just going through his day made his stomatch twist. He had been the first one in Blaine’s mind. His name already rolled right in Blaine’s tongue, as the other boy himself had described was the condition for the name he chose. It may had been something really simple, but Kurt couldn’t, and he had no intention of doing it, shake the feeling in his chest at having that kind of presence in Blaine’s mind.

“Oh, you’re so cute when you’re in love.” Sighed Rachel, bringing him back from his daydream.

“I’m not in love, Rach. We haven’t been together for a month. We’re not there, yet.”

“Of course, sweetie, whatever you say.” Said the girl sarcastically.

Kurt rolled his eyes at her. He wasn’t in love with Blaine, right?