“I didn’t think I’d see you anytime soon,” Kurt said as he walked inside the apartment and saw Puck lying on the couch.
“I’m not paying my half of the rent this month because I haven’t been here in a while. And Finn called and told me to tell you to stop rejecting his calls.” Puck told Kurt, getting off the couch and walking to the kitchen. Following Puck into the kitchen, Kurt leaned against the wall.
“One, you're paying your half because you wanted to room with me, not the other way around. Two, what was so important that I had to stop what I was doing?” Kurt said to Puck.
“Fine, I get paid this week.” Puck told Kurt, grabbing a beer from the fridge.
“Puck, you’re almost 20. You can’t legally drink or even buy beer. Which girl bought you the newest six pack of beer?”
“I don’t remember her name. Also, I texted you because we need to do something, like get drunk. I know a bar where the girls are really hot.” Puck shrugged his shoulders and opened his beer, taking a swig. Kurt rolled his eyes and reached for his phone.
“Crap.” Kurt said mainly to himself, causing Puck to glare at him.
“Hummel, you don’t have to go if you don’t want to. Goddamn.” Puck walked back into the living room with his beer.
“Puckerman, I forgot my phone. Don’t be so dramatic. Also, must I remind you, yet again, neither of us are 21 and I’m gay. What exactly would be the point of us trying to go to a bar?” Kurt rolled his eyes and trudged into his room, pissed at himself.
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Blaine pulled away from Kurt's apartment building and went back on the highway and drove aimlessly awaiting Kurt's call, when he heard Nature Boy playing on the seat next to him. Blaine looked at the seat and saw Kurt’s iPhone 4s with “The apartment-probably urgent” on the screen. Blaine picked up the phone and pressed accept before putting it on speaker.
“Hello?” Blaine said, disguising his voice in case it wasn’t Kurt on the line.
“What’s wrong with your voice?” Blaine heard Kurt ask on the other end.
“Nothing, I just didn’t know if it was you or not…” Blaine replied, his voice normal.
He could hear Kurt laugh on the other end. “Well, if I'm with my roommate, why would he need to call me?”
“Oh, right.” Blaine said feeling completely stupid.
“Well, do you think in like 20 minutes you could meet me where you picked me up this morning? I kinda need my phone. If you can’t right now, it’s fine.” Blaine was ecstatic that he got to see Kurt twice in the same day that he forgot to answer.
“Um, if you're crazy busy with celebrity stuff, I get it, but I need my phone as soon as possible.” Kurt told him after a moment of silence.
“I can do it now; sorry I was turning around…” Blaine trailed off blushing and thankful Kurt couldn’t see him.
“Thanks so much. If you need anything, tell me. I’ll try to do it even if I’m not famous.” Kurt promised sounding relieved.
“I’ll see you in 20 minutes, okay?” Blaine said while he was really thinking ‘I want you to go out with me’ but was just too afraid to say it.
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“I’m running to get my phone.” Kurt told Puck, picking up the keys to the apartment.
“Okay, whatever. I’ll be here for another 10 minutes, then I have a pool to clean in West Hollywood.” Puck told lying on the couch once again. Kurt grabbed a pair of sunglasses, much less obnoxiously colored before walking out the door and towards 3rd and Kiplin once again.
When he arrived at the street corner, Kurt saw Blaine leaning against his Mercedes. When Kurt was spotted, Blaine walked over to him beaming.
“Long time no see” Blaine told Kurt jokingly, handing Kurt his phone.
“I owe you big time. You know that, right?” Kurt told him smiling and putting his phone in his pocket.
“You don’t. Oh, and you got like 2 calls from Finn, one from your dad, and three from both Rachel and Mercedes, too.” Blaine told him.
“Okay, I’ve rejected them too much already. I should call them back.” Kurt thought aloud frowning.
“Why do you seem upset about calling them back? I mean, I live with my dad, but if Danielle or my mom were to call I’d answer unless I was taping or in an interview or something like that” Blaine shrugged his shoulders and took off his sunglasses.
“It’s a long story- I doubt you have time to listen” Kurt told Blaine vaguely trying not to blush from embarrassment. Blaine looked at him and raised a dark eyebrow, waiting for an elaboration.
“Well thanks for the phone” Kurt said pleasantly, obviously trying to change the subject.
“Kurt, please tell me why you don’t want to call your dad back. Did something happen?” Blaine asked, concerned about the worst. Kurt looked at Blaine confused.
“What? No, my dad’s great, just, it’s a long story.” Kurt said picking his words carefully.
“I have time. C’mon, I owe you some coffee. Don’t I?” Blaine stated with a smile, sun glinting off his gelled hair.
“I guess you do.” Kurt retorted with a flirtatious smile before getting into Blaine’s Mercedes for the third time that day.
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When Blaine walked into Mugs, a small family owned coffee shop in East Hollywood, with Kurt a half hour later, Kurt was amazed at the lack of fans mobbing them.
“Where is everyone? Like the screaming fans?” he asked confused.
“Probably at a Starbucks on Hollywood Boulevard waiting for some celebrity that won’t ever show up.” Blaine told Kurt before walking up to the counter and smiling at the barista.
“What would you like Mr. Anderson?” the barista asked, obviously not intrigued by Blaine's celebrity status.
Blaine looked over at Kurt pulling out his wallet. “Tell Maiya what you want, I’m paying and you can’t argue.” He told his newest friend and only off screen love interest with a crooked smile.
“Fine; Can I have a grande non-fat mocha?” Kurt asked with a shy smile.
“Of course” Maiya smiled and turned her attention to Blaine. “And what would you like?”
“Medium drip with cinnamon, like I normally have.” Blaine told Maiya with a chuckle, causing her to blush, then handed her a $10 bill and went to a table to sit down. Kurt followed behind him confused.
“Blaine, your change, and don’t we need to get our drinks?” Kurt asked him and Blaine chuckled before responding.
“I always give Maiya the change as a tip. I always have done that since I started coming here, and she will bring us our drinks when they’re ready.”
“Oh.” Kurt looked at the table slightly blushing from embarrassment.
“So, tell me why you never call me back.” Blaine stated, wanting to know as much about Kurt as he possibly can.
“Well, Rachel and Mercedes are my best friends from back in Lima, and they’ve been extremely successful since we all graduated. Rachel is in Cats on Broadway, as a minor character, but still on Broadway and goes to NYADA which I wanted to go badly, but was rejected from. Mercedes on the other hand, sings back up for Maroon 5 or Cee Lo Green and she is currently on tour with Cee Lo. I haven’t gotten one damn acting job since I came here. It’s not because I suck or anything, I am just too gay for directors. I’m a complete failure and I don’t want anyone to know that, especially my dad or Finn, my step brother.” Kurt told Blaine not hiding a detail. After listening to everything Kurt had said, Blaine told him the words he had desperately needed to hear.
“Kurt, those directors are homophobic ass hats. They don’t see how lucky they would be to have you in their pieces or how amazing you would make them.” Blaine told Kurt honestly looking into the taller boys, looking for some amount of belief. Those were the words Kurt had been needing to hear since his first rejection for being too flamboyant and those were the words that validated the fact that Kurt truly wasn’t the failure he thought he was.
Maiya walked over with two streaming mismatched mugs and set them in front of the duo before spinning on a converse covered heel and heading back to the counter. The two boys spent the time talking, drinking the coffee and enjoying each other’s presence, before Kurt deemed it time to go.
Blaine pulled up in front of Kurt’s apartment building at around 8:00 that night and Kurt climbed out of the Mercedes, quickly making sure he had his phone.
“Thanks” Kurt said to Blaine “I had a lot of fun” causing to Blaine smile crookedly.
“Anytime, seriously just tell me whenever you want to hang out.” Kurt nodded and Blaine thought quickly ‘I really wish I could consider this our first date…’
“Be safe driving home?” Kurt requested of Blaine. The simple phrase making him smile, love struck and ecstatic that Kurt cared about his safety.
“Of course. I’ll text you when I get home. Right when I pull in.” Blaine responded not sarcastically at all. Kurt giggled melodiously and nodded before closing the door and hurrying inside the apartment building.