The next day Rachel walked into the theatre, walking past the surprised cast of Phantom of the Opera. She walked up to Connor who looked at her in surprise. She would never normally walk into the theatre without Kurt accompanying her inside, but he was late for once in his life. Connor stood up from his spot and watched her, “Can I help you Rachel?”
“Where is Blaine Anderson?” Rachel asked him, looking around.
“What do you want with Anderson?” Connor asked her suspiciously.
Rachel smiled and flipped her hair nonchalantly, “I need to have a little conversation with him.”
“Oh god,” A voice echoed from behind a prop, Rachel looked over to see Blaine trying to disappear behind backstage.
“Blaine Anderson, you get your stupid singing white butt over here before I hurt you!” Rachel explained, walking towards him with a fiery passion.
Blaine panicked and heading back behind the stage and towards his dressing room with a furious Rachel in tow. He was hoping she would lose sight of him through all the hordes of people, but since lady luck was not on his side these last couple of days, she caught up with him and dragged him inside the room clearly marked ‘Blaine’. He turned to look at her when the door was closed and began to say, “Look Rachel, I-.”
“No, Blaine. It’s my turn to talk and you’re going to listen. Do I make myself clear?” Rachel began; Blaine nodded in response and went quiet.
“I don’t know why you’ve suddenly decided to intrude on Kurt’s life again, and I definitely don’t know what your intentions are… but if you so much as touch a hair on Kurt’s head, I will kill you. I know that Kurt is the one that broke your heart, but you wouldn’t be crawling back if you didn’t think he was worth it.”
“Wait Rachel, my intentions are nothing but pure. I didn’t even realize that Kurt was directing Phantom, it’s just a coincidence. I wouldn’t have taken the role if I had known.” Blaine looked down at his shoes and shuffled a bit, the awkward silence surrounding him.
Rachel frowned, “Then why are you trying to talk to Kurt when you know that you didn’t want him in the first place?”
Blaine groaned, “As if it matters now. He has Jason to think about.”
“Wait, what?”
“Jason, the guy that Kurt is clearly dating; you could tell by the way that they hugged that their together,” Blaine explained. What Rachel did surprised Blaine; she had actually burst out laughing. She was laughing so hard that tears were pouring from her eyes. He frowned, “What’s so funny?”
“Are you serious Blaine? You think Jason and Kurt are together? Oh god, it would be much likelier for Connor to be with Kurt than Jason!” Rachel continued laughing.
“What are you talking about?” Blaine asked her, his curiosity piqued.
“Jeeze Blaine, Jason is my fianc�.” Rachel finally explained, watching as Blaine’s eyes began to widen, “Is that really such a surprise?”
“It’s just, there were so many innuendos.” Blaine tried to point out.
“Yeah, Jason is really bad at those. He doesn’t realize when to stop.” Rachel said. Her face took a more somber tone as she took one of Blaine’s hands, “Promise me that you won’t let Kurt hurt you, and in return, not hurt him.”
Blaine hesitated before pulling his hand away, “I can’t promise anything for Kurt.”
-O-O-O-O
Kurt rushed into the theatre, highly aware of how late he was. He threw off his jacket and hurried down the aisles, not paying attention to the girl who passed him on his way out (he would learn later that it was Rachel). He sat down in his spot and began jotting notes on everything that Blaine needed to practice before the opening; worrying about the allotted time, because no matter how good Blaine was at acting, you could never have enough practice.
Kurt felt someone approach him from the side and he dared to look up. Standing before him was a short man; with blond hair and green eyes, and a smile that could make ovaries explode. He stuttered, “C-can I help you?”
The man flashed him a pearly white smile, his lips slightly puffed from the frigid air outside, “I’m looking for Blaine.”
Kurt’s heart stopped and he suddenly remembered where he had seen this guy before; he was in one of Blaine’s photographs, the one who had been staring lovingly at Blaine’s face. He swallowed the saliva in throat and grimaced, “Can I ask who you are?”
“My name is Mark,” He replied, flashing Kurt yet another smile.
“I- uh. Blaine is probably in his dressing room,” Kurt said, pointing his slender fingers towards the stage, “just behind there.”
The guy began walking over, “Thank you.”
Kurt watched in awe as Mark disappeared behind the big red curtains; out of his view, and into Blaine’s dressing room. He felt his blood boiling and snapped his head back to his notepad, hoping that something would take his attention away from everything that Mark and Blaine were probably doing at this very moment. In one of his actor’s dressing rooms. He stood up and yelled, “NO!”
Everyone stopped what they were doing to stare at their director oddly. They had been practicing the opening scene and stopped halfway through Connor running through Raoul’s lines. Connor, who noted the look in Kurt’s eyes, walked over to him and gently pushed his friend into the chair he had hastily stood up from, “Kurt, if you need to talk to me about anything; don’t hesitate to do so.”
“It’s nothing,” Kurt began, standing up again, “I just need to go give and Blaine some notes.”
“I think it can wait Kurt, he has company right now.” Connor said, getting in the way of Kurt’s access to the stage.
“Exactly, he’s probably fornicating at this very moment! I will not tolerate that in my theatre!” Kurt yelled, storming past Connor and backstage towards Blaine’s dressing room. He stopped in his tracks when all he saw was Mark and Blaine standing outside of Blaine’s dressing room just talking, but he couldn’t stand the way that Mark guy was looking at Blaine.
He hid behind one of the props and watched the two interact with each other; the two were standing very close together, and kept getting closer and closer with each word that Mark would say. Kurt jumped out from his spot and walked by them casually, mentioning something as a side note, “I need you to go get ready for your scenes Blaine; we’re doing a run through.”
“Ah yeah, okay Kurt.” Blaine said, stepping away from Mark and heading towards the stage.
Kurt turned around and looked at Mark who was still standing there, watching Kurt with his smoldering eyes, “Would you like a picture?”
“Excuse me?”
Mark smiled, “If you have a picture of me, I wouldn’t have to be around for you to stare at me.”
Kurt glared at him and walked over, “How dare you. Get out of my theatre.”
“So you’re Kurt Hummel then?” Mark asked him, folding his arms together.
“Yes, and you’re Mark. I’m glad we’ve established this.” Kurt smirked and copied Mark’s arms.
“Blaine emailed me the other day about you, he seemed extremely upset. Naturally, I came to his rescue.” Mark said, taking out his phone and showing Kurt the email he had received.
Kurt frowned and read through the message, “So why are you standing here, talking to me now?”
“Well Kurt, I’m going to kindly ask you to stay away from Blaine. Because if you break his heart, I’ll break your legs; because he’s mine.” Mark took one last look at Kurt before leaving the theatre
-O-O-O-O-
“Blaine, may I speak with you?” Kurt asked, walking over to the group of cast mates discussing where they were going to go for tonight’s supper.
Blaine looked at him, nodding towards the group of people before heading over to a secluded area in the theatre. He stopped when they got to an appropriate place, “Can I help you?”
“So, Mark hey?” Kurt began.
“What would you like me to tell you Kurt?” Blaine asked curiously.
Kurt sighed and pinched the bridge on his nose, “Perhaps you could start by explaining to me why you wrote an email to someone I’ve never met, about me supposedly dating someone I would never date.”
Blaine’s eye became wide as he tried to find the words to say. All that was coming out was a garbled string of words, none of them actually legible. He finally said, “H-how did you… when did you…?”
“Mark showed me the email.” Kurt explained.
“That rat bastard.”
“You haven’t answered my question, Blaine.”
“What if I don’t want to?” Blaine suggested playfully, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.
Kurt fought the urge to giggle, “Blaine,” he warned, “you know for a fact that I would never date anyone like Jason.”
“Is it because he’s taller than you? I knew you liked them short.” Blaine said, carefully avoiding what Kurt was saying.
“Seriously Blaine, be quiet.” Kurt snapped, “You still haven’t answered my question.”
Blaine sighed and ran his hands through his curly locks, “I don’t want to have this conversation right now.”
He started walking away when Kurt caught his wrist, Blaine turned around and brought Kurt in for a hug, almost eye to eye with the cerulean blue eyed man before him who just watched him; talking to him, “Please, don’t.”
“Don’t what do what Kurt?” Blaine asked, looking up slightly into Kurt’s eyes.
“I know what you’re trying to do, and it’s not going to work.” Kurt said, trying to pull back a bit; he wasn’t aware of the fact that Blaine was slowly getting closer.
“I’m not sure what you’re trying to say.” Blaine smiled.
“Bl-.” He was cut off by Blaine’s lips on his. One magical explosion of fireworks later, the world went dark in throe of magic.