“You know that the feeling is one hundred percent mutual, right?” Blaine leaned in close enough that their shoulders rested against one another. He lived for nights like this. When the loft was quiet and they could sit out on the firescape and talk. Just the two of them. About where their lives were going, what they wanted to be. Without all the chaos of four people living together and the front Santana still slipped into when they were all in one room. Seeing the real her who let random promises like that slip out? There was nothing he’d trade the opportunity for.
She was struck silent, by both the hilarity and the surprise of this all. They weren’t a couple. How could the producer possibly think that they were a couple? Just because they had happened to be sitting together, comfortable together, didn’t mean anything. Besides, he was with Kurt. This whole thing was just… “This is insane!” She focused her attention on him, a deep breath slipping out from her.
“How can he possibly think…” Her words faded as they slipped from her. Eyes focusing on Kurt for a moment, the mortification on his features, causing her to nod at him. She shifted on the sofa, her legs sliding from their position, and setting on the floor. “This is crazy, right?” She looked back at Blaine, shaking her head. “What do we do?”
When the door closed and left the three of them together while Rachel was, no doubt, following her producers all the way to their car (she BETTER come back so they can set this right!), Blaine stole a moment in the chaos of Santana echoing his thoughts in her own way and the countdown of when Kurt was going to blow a gasket to think and absorb what happened. They were going to have to agree to this before any filming happened, right? They still had their out. Clearing things up could be as simple as a phone call. OR WAS IT? Honestly, he had no clue as to what their options were.
Knowing Rachel? Theyprobablydefinitely weren’t going to be given many good options. Ones that didn’t result in an unending pool of guilt for costing one of his best friends her moment to shine like the star she is again. And no way would any of them avoid the fallout from that disaster. If his stomach wasn’t in a knot before? It certainly was now. A groan split his lips apart and his hand came to rest on Santana’s knee while Kurt’s face when three shades to nuclear because he knew what was about to come out of Blaine’s mouth. “What if this costs her the job? Or.. Are we,” he cringed, “I mean–I guess we could.. I…” A mess. That’s what came out. Great.
This was just stupid. Little Miss Perfect was getting yet another thing that she wanted in life. First Broadway, then the sitcom, and now this. A reality show, following her around as she rejoined the Broadway community. The producers had wanted the meeting in the loft, and the roommates to be there, so here they were. Rachel was spewing crap, Kurt was nodding along like he knew what the hell they were talking about. And she was in the corner with Blaine, trying her hardest not to burst into laughter at every thing that Rachel said.
Her legs sprawled across Blaine’s, their faces matching in contempt and disgust. Laughter swallowed before it could escape and ruin everything for Miss Berry. But it was the producer addressing them, that broke into her thoughts first. Her eyes blinking at his words. They were a cute couple. Her eyes met Blaine’s, and for a moment she was dumbstruck at what he said.
“We’re not..” Her words were cut off by his hand, a shake of his head following. The statement that slipped out next, causing her to swallow hard. “If you want the show to go, those two need to be in it. People love cute, romantic couples.” It was that that stuck with her as the producers left, her gaze locked on them as they disappeared. “Well crap.”
Blaine couldn’t take his eyes off the conversation going on in front of where he and Santana sat on the couch. Fingertips flinched against her leg where they hung on as sort of a reality check. Rachel was in the talks for her own reality show within months of returning to New York and letting her intentions to take Broadway by storm were announced on the theatre circuit. “How does she do this,” words breathed out more than once only loud enough for Santana to hear.
And then it happened. They were a cute couple? Holy crap! The producer was looking right at Santana and him? Blaine’s jaw dropped. Problem was? It locked there for a gasp, choke, sputter. How could this guy who was supposed to be so observant of people think that….they were together?!
Kurt looked like he was about to go unconscious. Rachel gawked at Santana like she was wishing the brunette would shut up and GO WITH IT. Blaine thumbed towards the woman sitting beside him. Finally able to talk, he quickly interjected. “She’s–.. We’re not. We’re–I’m–!!” But they were already leaving and Rachel was chasing them out the door. Immediately–his attention jerked to Santana. “We can’t–. I mean? They’re insane. This is insane..”
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