Feb. 26, 2013, 12:09 p.m.
Moments: Chapter 1
T - Words: 762 - Last Updated: Feb 26, 2013 Story: Complete - Chapters: 15/15 - Created: Feb 21, 2013 - Updated: Feb 26, 2013 720 0 4 0 0
Life is a series of moments, moments that happen as they should, moments that aren't supposed to happen but do and moments that are supposed to happen but don't. There was supposed to be a moment between two boys on the stairs of an all-boys school. It didn't happen. None of the moments that were supposed to happen between those two boys happened either. All because the one boy got a flat tire and by the time he arrived at the school it was too late, the moment had passed. They competed against each other in show choir competitions but never met, never spoke. One graduates and moves to New York, a year later so does the other. This is where they will meet; this will be their new moment.
The boy named Blaine worked at small music store, the kind that still sold records along with sheet music and instruments. He loved his job even if it didn't pay very much. The boy named Kurt worked for Vogue.com and was a student at NYADA, he lived in a studio apartment with his best friend Rachel, Blaine lived in a small apartment above the music store. When it got quiet at the music store Blaine amused himself by playing the piano and reworking pop songs into romantic ballads.
"That was fantastic!" a peppy voice said on one such day.
"Oh, thanks. I didn't realise anyone was here." Blaine replied clearly embarrassed.
"We should do a duet one day, it would be amazing. I'm Rachel Berry." She said extending her hand to him.
"Blaine Anderson." He replied shaking her hand.
"Great to meet you. Where do you keep your Broadway sheet music? I need to see if there is anything I don't already own." She asked and he wondered if she always spoke so fast.
He pointed her in the right direction and let her look for a few minutes before he went over to see if she needed any help. She handed him a huge stack of music.
"These are all my signature songs; I demand you take them off the shelf so nobody else can perform them. They wouldn't do them justice like I can."
"I'm sorry Miss Berry, was it?" She nodded, "I can't do that plus I'm pretty sure you don't actually own any of these songs, so I'm just going to put them back now."
"Fine, but don't let anyone from NYADA buy them. Except for Kurt Hummel, he can buy whatever he wants. I expect you to ID every person who comes in here and make sure."
"Right, I'll make sure to do that." He said as seriously as he could, he knew from years of dealing with his older brother it was better to just pretend to go along with people like this.
"Fantastic, I'll make sure to send you tickets for my first starring role on Broadway."
"Oh, you have a role on Broadway?"
"Not yet but I will."
"Ok then."
She turned and left leaving Blaine wondering what the hell just happened.
"Hey man." His co-worker said coming in the back door.
"Hi....hey, have you ever heard of something called NYADA? Is it like a mental institution or something?" Blaine asked.
The man threw his head back in laughter. "No, it's New York Academy of Dramatic Arts. A few of my friends from high school go there."
"Never heard of it." Blaine said.
"I'm kinda surprised, it's very prestigious. I would have thought someone like you would've been all over it."
Blaine raised an eyebrow questionably. "Someone like me?"
"I meant 'cause you're all into performing and shit."
Blaine smiled to show that he knew the other man didn't mean anything by it and then wandered over to admire the guitar on the wall.
"When are you going to stop drooling over that thing and actually buy it?"
"When I win the lottery. You know everything I make here goes towards my tuition." Blaine sighed, his parents had cut him off when he made it clear he wasn't going to be a lawyer or accountant or anything they deemed acceptable.
"Dude, you can always come work with me at my other job. White Chocolate could use a sidekick." the blonde said doing his patented body roll.
"Thanks Sam, but stripping isn't really my thing."
Sam shrugged. "If you change your mind I can put in a good word for you."
Comments
Hey! This is great. I actually just started writing a fic yesterday with essentially the same concept, but it will end up being very different, I'm sure. If that makes you uncomfortable, though, I can stop. Let me know! :)
Go right ahead! I'm interested to read your take on this concept!
OMG WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME YOU HAD THIS ONE ... kinda wish i would have read it sooner ... love it cant wait to see waht happens <3 girl
Sorry it didn't even occur to me. I have a few stories. Nameless is my 8th, I don't know which you have read if any of the others.