One thing about living with a romantic partner was you got used to sharing a bed. It was something Blaine loved, that intimacy of being wrapped around each other under the sheets just sleeping. Even at the end with Ian when things were getting tense between them, it all seemed to disappear once they were in bed together.

Blaine was beginning to notice sleeping alone was one of the hardest things to readjust to after the breakup. He’d been lucky that his old bed was still at Wes and David’s, but it didn’t feel right. It felt too big, like there should be another body pressed up against his, holding him. He sighed and rolled over, pulling the stuff dog close and trying to pretend it was someone, anyone, just so he didn’t feel so alone.

Outside of his room he could hear Wes and David getting ready for the day. Wes was headed off to the law firm he worked at, while David was prepping to head into the office of the small business he worked for. Blaine was not looking forward to having to be alone in the apartment all day. He tossed his sheets aside and got up out of bed. He quickly pulled some sweats on and headed out into the kitchen.

“Good morning sleepyhead,” David greeted him with a smile. Blaine just groaned, and ran his hands through his messy curls.

“Coffee?” Wes asked, grabbing another mug from the cabinet.

“Yes, please,” Blaine replied. Wes quickly filled the mug and handed it over to Blaine.

“Mmm, that’s better,” Blaine said after taking a couple of sips.

“You are still the only person I’ve met under the age of forty who drinks their coffee black,” David commented.

“I like to streamline my caffeine,” Blaine smirked. “None of that soy chai latté crap you drink.”

“Watch out there curly, I know where you sleep,” David slyly threatened.

“It’s not even nine o’clock, the two of you I swear it’s like living with five year olds.”

“He started it,” Blaine whined.

“Did not,” David protested.

“Like I said, five year olds,” Wes repeated, glaring at both of them.

“At least this five year old has a job,” David pronounced.

“Hey!” Blaine exclaimed. Wes rolled his eyes and dropped his head to the counter, gently banging it against the surface.

“Why did I ever agree to live with you two? Oh why? Why? Why?” Wes muttered.

“I think he’s lost it David,” Blaine announced.

“I agree, I think we broke him,” David replied. They looked at each other before turning to Wes.

“We’re sorry Daddy Wes,” they sing-songed together.

“One, I am not your ‘Daddy’, if I was I would have given you both up for adoption ages ago,” Wes began standing up again. “Two, let me repeat, five year olds.” Blaine and David chuckled at that. They were interrupted by David’s phone beeping on the counter.

“Oh, fuck, I’m late,” David groaned, noticing the time.

“Five year olds definitely don’t talk like that,” Blaine teased, sitting on the edge of the counter.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, laugh it up Mr. Fuzzball,” David teased, refilling his travel mug before grabbing his stuff.

“I better get going as well,” Wes said. “Are you going to be alright?” he asked Blaine.

“Yeah, just gonna hang around here and get some stuff done, laundry and such.”

“Okay, if you need me just call okay?” Wes told him.

“Okay,” Blaine said.

“Wes? You coming?” David called from the front door.

“I swear five year old,” Wes muttered.

“I’m your favorite aren’t I?” Blaine asked. Wes looked quickly toward the door, before smiling slightly.

“Yes you are,” Wes replied cheekily.

“I heard that,” David called out.

“Don’t kill him,” Blaine told Wes as he headed toward the door.

“Darn, fine,” Wes chuckled. “See you this evening Blaine.”

“Bye Mr. Fuzzy!” David called out. The door to the apartment closed, leaving the space in quiet. It was weird to have the apartment go from lots of noise to silence, it was unsettling to Blaine. He hopped down from the counter and turned on the kitchen speakers, music from his iPod coming out quietly. Blaine stood there contemplating what he would do that day. Maybe he should go for a run; he hasn’t done that in awhile. They definitely needed groceries; he could take care of that. Plus he had to call the director of the show back.

Kurt checked himself out in his mirror again, making sure no part of his outfit was out of place. He was meeting Andrew for lunch in half an hour at a small restaurant not too far from the theatre.

“That looks good,” Rachel said from behind him. Kurt turned around.

“Thanks. I’m meeting Andrew soon and I wanted to look nice,” Kurt replied.

“Oh, really?” Rachel asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Not like that Rachel,” Kurt scolded her.

“Whatever you say,” Rachel said, retreating from his room. Deeming himself presentable, Kurt grabbed his sketchbook and notepad, putting them in his bag before leaving his room.

“You guys going to Fran’s Deli?” Rachel asked as Kurt put on his coat.

“Yep, still the best sandwiches. Plus it’s close to the theatre,” Kurt replied.

“Have fun, and behave,” Rachel told him. “I’ve got an audition this afternoon so I’ll be out.

“Okay,” Kurt acknowledged, grabbing his keys off the book by the door. “See you later!” He called out, leaving the apartment.

Kurt liked the neighborhood their apartment was in. It was much better than the slightly sketchy loft they had lived in during college. The subway was only a block away, there were a few small restaurants in the surrounding blocks, along with a grocery store that carried Rachel’s favorite brand of vegetarian and vegan options for when she was going through her vegan diet phrases.

It was still early enough in September that the weather was nice. Kurt quickly walked the block to the subway, descending underground to the trains. He didn’t have to wait long for the right train and was able to find a seat.

Twenty minutes later Kurt was settling into his chair across from Andrew at the little deli. It was decorated to look like you were eating in your mother’s kitchen, something Kurt found a little campy, but the food was delicious.

“Hey Kurt,” Andrew greeted him with a smile, setting his cell phone down on the table.

“Hi to you too, how has your morning been so far?” Kurt asked, hanging his coat over the back of his chair carefully.

“Just fielding calls from actors all morning, half are calling to know why they didn’t get the part, the other half are calling to thank me for casting them and then proceed to kiss butt. This is my least favorite part of being a director sometimes,” Andrew replied, running his fingers through his pepper colored hair.

“Oh dear,” Kurt laughed. “I’m glad I don’t have your job.”

“No, you just have to dress all these crazies,” Andrew quipped.

“Yes I do, but if they aren’t nice to me, they don’t get to look nice on stage. I have some power over them in that way,” Kurt replied, causing Andrew to chuckle.

“That is true, which explains that hideous costume that one redhead was wearing in that last show. What did the poor girl do to you?”

“She acted like she was better than everyone else, and was quite rude,” Kurt huffed, crossing his arms.

“Remind me never to cross you,” Andrew teased. “I’m not sure I would come out alive.”

“It’s doubtful,” Kurt replied, a small smile on his face.

“Alright we came here to eat, and I’m hungry, so let’s get some food, and then I wanna hear about your sketches,” Andrew announced.

“Alright, alright, jez, someone would think you were still a teenage boy with your appetite,” Kurt said, rolling his eyes and opening his menu.

“In more than one way, maybe,” Andrew replied with a smirk.

“Andrew,” Kurt groaned from across the table. “Really?”

“You brought that upon yourself.”

“Just shut up and order.”

Once the two men had decided what they wanted to eat and placed their order with the waitress the conversation turned back to their work.

“Alright, so these are just rough sketches of what I’ve been thinking about for the characters,” Kurt began as he pulled out his sketchbook from his bag. He opened it up to the correct page, and passed the book across the table to Andrew.

“Of course, these can change slightly based on your thoughts, and who you casted,” Kurt added. Andrew nodded, taking his time to look over the pages in front of him. Kurt sat quietly in his chair watching Andrew, trying to garner his reaction. Andrew quietly flipped through the pages for a while.

“Who is this one for?” Andrew asked, pointing to a drawing on the page. Kurt leaned over and smiled.

“That’s Jamison’s outfit for the second act,” he replied.

“I like it,” Andrew said, turning onto the next page. Kurt smiled and sat back. Personally Jamison was perhaps his favorite character, and his costumes may have gotten a little extra something because of it.

“These look really good Kurt,” Andrew said, looking up from the book. “I think it’s some of the best stuff I’ve seen you do.” Kurt blushed slightly at the compliment.

“You’re just saying that,” Kurt said quietly, looking down at his lap. Andrew put the book down and reached for Kurt’s hand on the table, giving it a small squeeze.

“I’m serious, these look really good, all of them. You really got a sense of each character in the costume, they are going to look amazing,” Andrew told him. Kurt looked up, a small smile on his face and returned the squeeze.

“Thank you,” he said.

Blaine returned to the apartment mid-afternoon carrying several grocery bags in hand. After going for a run that morning and taking care of the small errands he needed to he was ready to crawl back into his sweatpants, sit on the couch and do nothing. Yes it was entirely unproductive, but no one was around to judge him.

He walked into the kitchen and unloaded the groceries, putting the cold items into the fridge and everything else into the small pantry cupboards. It wasn’t a lot, one of the problems of living in the city, you could only buy as many groceries as you could carry up the five flights of stairs to your apartment, and that’s if you were lucky enough to have a decent grocery store close by. Blaine figured it would at least hold them over for a few days.

A small ding came from Blaine’s pocket; his phone. Blaine sighed and pulled it out, unlocking the screen to see a text message from Ian.

Call me please

Blaine sighed again and deleted it. It was the third such message he had gotten that day. It was like Ian couldn’t get it through his head that things were over between them. He didn’t even bother changing into sweats before plopping down on the couch and deciding maybe a nap would be nice.

It was nice, until Blaine was startled awake by his phone ringing. He stuck his arm out, grabbing the phone off the coffee table and lifting it to his ear.

“Hello,” he answered, his voice laced with sleepiness.

“Hey Blaine, this is Andrew the director for…”

“Oh I totally forgot to call you back, I’m so sorry,” Blaine interrupted.

“Don’t worry about it. Everyone is busy, I get that. I just wanted to call and say hi and give you some information. Can you talk right now?” he asked.

“Yeah of course. What’s up?” Blaine asked, sitting up on the couch and running a hand through his messy curls.

“Well I just wanted to personally say congratulations on the part, and welcome to the cast. I am excited to have you on board to play Jamison,” Andrew said.

“Thank you. I am excited to get to work with you and the rest of the cast. I’ve never done something of this caliber before, I’m looking forward to the challenge,” Blaine replied.

“Well that’s good to know. I wanted to tell you on Monday we’re going to do introductions and a read through with everyone down at the theatre so you need to be there for that. We’re starting at ten in the green room.”

“Sounds great!” Blaine replied, grabbing a scrap piece of paper and scribbling down the time.

“After that, we’ll break down the rehearsal schedule and start getting to work. It’s going to be a lot of work, and for you lots of long rehearsals. Are you ready for that?” Andrew asked.

“I am totally ready,” Blaine replied with all confidence. He was. He actually was. He was ready to play something else than Spoon #3 in the chorus. He wanted to actually work, get into the nitty gritty stuff of being an actor.

“That’s good to hear. Do you have any questions?”

“None. I’m good. Monday at nine, right?”

“That’s right. See you then Blaine.”

“See you then and thank you,” Blaine replied before hanging up the call. He settled back against the couch and smiled. Getting back into theatre and really working was going to be good for him, Blaine thought. All this sitting around and moping after Ian wasn’t doing him any good. It would be nice to be busy again, he decided.