❛ ——–Wow, oh my god. I feel like a dumb ass now. I can’t believe I wasn’t picking up what you were putting down. Way to school your big bro, am I right? But I do, I get it now. I had no idea, Blainey. But now that you’ve cleared it up, I totes get the memo. You don’t wanna do the accent because you want to see the master of accents do it more first so you can learn. Nice thinking, can’t believe I didn’t think of that. ❜
“No reason to feel dumb. We were just on two different pages. Now we aren’t. Way to school my big bro, indeed. Memo totes received. Start from the beginning and I’ll make sure to pay closer attention this time. Then maybe you can try teaching me that Cockney one again. After you’re done? We’ll run through them all and see where I can improve. Thanks, Coop. I really appreciate this.”
❛ Are you kidding me, Blaine? There’s without a doubt nothing embarrassing about this. It’s an acting exercise, for serious actors. If it was embarrassing, would I be doing it??No. Because I’m pretty much the definition of coolness. I’m pushing you because I care. You have to stop thinking about next time && live in the now. ❜
“I know. Super serious. I get it. I just don’t think I’m up to your level, big brother. I mean. You’re already a professional. I appreciate you pushing me but if we focus too much on improving my skills? How am I supposed to learn by watching your methods when I can’t concentrate on you and am more focused on adapting my own? Think about it. I only get a limited amount of time to see a real actor work. I’ll do the accent once. Then back to watching the MASTER so I can commit it all to memory before I lose my chance.”
“ Blaine! Blaine Anderson! Wait up! ” She dashes to catch up with the teenager, panting as she finally falls in step with him. “ Word of advice. If you ever want anyone to actually ask about Glee club slow the heck down! I’m doing this in heels! ”
Blaine was in a hurry to get to the choir room after hiding in the auditorium during his entire calculus class. He skipped for a good reason! Kurt was texting him and while he had him on the phone–a rare thing the past two weeks–he took the chance to actually talk with his boyfriend. Hazel eyes widened as he heard his name yelled the second. Slowing down, he glanced over his shoulder but the blonde was already beside him. “Hi! Sorry,” apologized after noticing her there made him jump, “I didn’t see you. What do you want to know about Glee club? You’re asking at the perfect time. I’m on my way there. Walk with me? Oh and you are?”
❛ Squirt, c’mon—- this time you totally gotta do the Irish accent WITH me. You have to start practicing now if you wanna make it big time like your bro. America loves the Irish.❜
“I told you to STOP calling me that years ago, Coop. We’ve been working on yours for an hour. I’m not sure I can catch up to how good you are. Don’t wanna embarrass myself. Maybe next time?”
(TEXT; blaine ❤) Saturday’s great! Say 7 or so? (TEXT; blaine ❤) We’ll have to play it by ear, being that NYC is the city that never sleeps. I’m not sure how much shut eye I’ll get after the buzz of the show /and before I’m on call the following morning. (TEXT; blaine ❤) Maybe I can invest in those five hour energies.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) 7 works! I can’t wait. I miss you, Kurt. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) The city might never sleep but you need to. It’ll be there when you wake up. Please take care of yourself. Get some rest. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) No five hour energies. Those things are awful for you. If you’re awake enough to log on? Great! If not? I’ll make sure to be there next time.
( —4 HOURS LATER— ) (TEXT; blaine ❤) Hey, sorry I couldn’t get back to you sooner! I was held up in a meeting. ( TEXT; blaine ❤) Also, change of plans! Isabelle invited me to this underground fashion show Friday night. It’s super on the down low and it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity, so please don’t hate me. ( TEXT; blaine ❤) Mind postponing?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Hey! It’s alright! Gave me time to get through most of my day. Still a couple classes left. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Oh? Super down low fashion show invites already? Look at you. On your way to taking vogue.com by storm. Yeah. Sure. We can postpone. You shouldn’t miss a chance like that just to hang out with me. I’ll always be here. Chances like that won’t. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Saturday fit better for your schedule?
( mssg » kurt | deleted ) Hey, Kurt. I need to say this. I keep trying. I’ve written and rewritten this message half a dozen times in different ways. I never send it. I doubt I will this time. Who knows? My nerve might last long enough. I tell myself that every time I do this. I’m going to hit send. I’m going to tell you everything I need to say and hope you tell me I’m being ridiculous. That you laugh at me and stop this spiral we’re on because I’m making it up in my head. I probably won’t give you the chance to read this and it’ll end up deleted like the others. I’m too scared you won’t take it. I miss you. You promised me that you wouldn’t say goodbye but goodbye is more than a word. Goodbye comes in silence. In phone calls that go instantly to voicemail. Or worse? After a couple rings. Goodbye is unanswered and forgotten Skype meets every Friday night like we promised. It’s me talking to you but you not hearing me anymore. I’m trying so hard to be patient for you. Meet me halfway? The distance between us is getting too far. It’s starting to feel like I can never hope to catch up to you before you forget about me forever. I love you. I’m here waiting for you. Please come back. Not to Lima, not that. Come back to us. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Hey, gorgeous! How’s the hottest vogue intern in New York City? See you on Skype Friday? Time to pick a new binge watch show. Your turn. I’ll bring the ice cream. You bring the Clear Eyes and caffeine. I love you. -Blaine
What smirk? I have no idea what you’re talking about. Plus, what’s the fear all about, Blaine? Afraid if we meet glances too long you’ll realize you’ve been looking at the boy you’ve wanted all along? Stop overthinking && just let it happen. You’d be surprised where it could take you.
❜
“THATsmirk. The one you have right now. See? I told you it was coming. What? Fear? I’m not afraid. It’s not about being afraid. It’s about–nevermind. You’ve been ignoring what it’s about every time I bring it up. You think I’m holding myself back? Wait. Your answer is an obvious yes. Fine. Sate my curiosity. If you will? What makes you so insightful about me that you think you have figured me out enough to have that opinion? Apparently you’re seeing an awful lot in me that I’m failing to see in myself if that’s the case.”
The way Blaine stuttered was somehow so attractive, like he was nervous from admitting to feeling the same. At least that is what Sebastian convinced himself to be true. A small side smirk grows on his face. “ Cat got your tongue? Or maybe it’s just that you don’t know what to say—- “ Holding his cell phone between his shoulder && his ear, he reaches to slip off his hoodie, only to leave Sebastian in a tank top. If asked, he would claim that he had done this before, or that he was immensely experienced in the art of phone sex. But the truth was that he was new to this. Sebastian could use his smooth way with words to his advantage to make it seem as if he was an expert.
All he knew was that he couldn’t get his hopes up yet. Sebastian often used his sex appeal as his worth due to others never appreciating anything else about him, && he was afraid that he was way in over his head. Maybe Blaine would refuse && hang up, never talk to him again. But none the less, desire ran high on this night in particular && he didn’t allow his head to trail too far off before he was speaking into the phone again. The same purred tone of lust that he had an ability to naturally display. “ You don’t have to say anything, Blaine. Just think about how badly I want to hear you moan my name && we can start from there… “
After the dawning realization of the real reason why Sebastian was on the other end of the line purring into his ear hit home, Blaine felt his stomach tie in knots and he’d be lying if he said it was in an unpleasant way. He tried so hard not to let the sound of his next breath leaving him in a groan make it past the fist he’d balled up and put between his mouth and the phone. They talked about this. Blaine warned him that this conversation would never happen. Yet, days later..here they were. He should have known better. Maybe part of him did. That part that made his limbs tingle and a heat pool in his stomach. Both of which he tried his damnedest to ignore as he scooted around on the bed inching towards the edge. One foot touched down on the floor and came to a stop. “No, I don’t..I..” His toes lifted up, his leg bent back and he froze in place as a shudder ran up his spine. “We talked about this,” his throat was so dry that he had to lick his lips and the roof of his mouth before he could fully speak. “I told you I can’t,” his rushed whisper was a borderline plea.
The problem? He wasn’t sure what he was begging for anymore. Not as his brain spun in a whirl and he felt the sheets against his neck and the backs of his arms before he realized he’d laid back down again. Where did the last ten seconds go? They were wrapped up in Sebastian’s voice as he drew a whimper from Blaine that no hand could muffle.
A pained expression shut his eyes tight as he tried to forget about feeling every word Sebastian whispered when so much of him ached to listen. He tightened his grip on the phone with one hand and palmed over his mouth with the other. Where were his wits now that he needed a comeback to stop this before it got out of control? One pause, one breath. Or press of his finger and he could shut this down. Which was exactly what he needed to do. He almost did. Almost didn’t count the groan that escaped came out unfiltered. Blaine pressed his hips back against the mattress as one part of him that was heard in the way he spoke said even if he whispered, “You do realize what you’re asking me? That I won’t be able to take this back,” was nothing but an obvious disclaimer. A way for the side of him that knew this should stop to voice one last flimsy protest against the other half that had him grabbing a fistful of his shirt. A reaction that exposed a burning strip of skin above his waistband to cool it off. It, also, meant he was clinging onto his phone and to the voice on the other end of the line. Maybe just long enough to hear, just once, the opposite of what Sebastian’s request–his name moaned from Sebastian’s mouth–might sound like. If he kept control? It wasn’t going past the point he couldn’t take it back. Not yet.
For most of the day, Chris had been walking around in an attempt to kill time before he had to go to work. Really, there was nothing better for him to do; if he hadn’t decided to kill time, he would’ve ended up sitting at home on his ass all afternoon. This way, though, he was getting in some ‘much needed’ exercise. After a moment, the blonde dug his phone out from the top of his dress and started to type out a text to his father – a lie, of course, about him being down the street at the L. Ron Hubbard exhibit, and certainly not trying to lie his way into the Roosevelt hotel to use their pool, as he’d done a few too many times in the past. Staring down at his phone as he typed, Chris just about completely stopped caring about anyone or anything else around him in favor of focusing on the task at hand.
When he felt himself brush up against something – someone – he finally looked up from his phone, a little smile spreading across his lips. The way the other male spoke of himself made Chris want to laugh, but he bit down onto his lip and held it in; he wanted to let him finish talking, at least, before he laughed at him. “Hey, hey. You’re not a stupid tourist. Just a tourist trying to look at stuff. I get it,” A soft laugh escaped him and he reached up, brushing bangs away from his face and tucking them behind his ear so they fell across his shoulder with the rest of the hair. “If you let me be on my way I’m going to be a very bored person, quite frankly.”
“Oh,” his formally apologetic voice picked up a few notches, “Okay. Thanks for being so nice about it. I wasn’t expecting much more than a brush off and a mumbled ‘hey watch where you’re going’ before you were back on the path I plopped myself and my camera into.” Hearing Chris would be bored if he didn’t become a roadblock that brought them both to an abrupt stop, Blaine mulled over how weird it would be to ask for a favor. The worst that could happen was getting a weird look and a no thanks. “I know this is beyond out of the blue but if you’re looking to fight boredom,” he tempted a yes reply further by an eyebrow wriggle and a hum that said this was going to be really fun!!! Or sort of? A teeny bit of fun? “I was curious if you’d mind pointing me in the direction of the last two stars I really need to find.”
“This map,” he pulled neatly folded up map out of his satchel and smirked at it, “said they’d be around here but I think it’s lying. I can’t leave without finding Bernadette Peters and Barbra Streisand’s. I was hoping I could get some pictures and have them framed. Need to finish off souvenir gifts for two people I can’t leave here without getting something for. This would be perfect. Would you mind helping me look? I mean if you have any idea. I’ve just got a couple hours left before I have to head back and I am running out of time.” The ear to ear grin and bouncing rock back and forth was the icing on the cake of the Blaine’s proposal. Leave it to him to ask a random drag queen for directions but, hey, when in need? Make a new friend to help guide you along on your mission of theatre star Walk Of Fame goose chasing?
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