Fic: Tomorrow Belongs To Me
Title: Tomorrow Belongs To Me
Pairing(s);Character(s): Puck/Kurt
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 9386
Warnings: Cheating... on Blaine's part
Summary: When "America's favorite couple" splits and Kurt needs comfort and damage control, why is Puck so quick on the uptake?
A/N: This was finished on time... just not posted on time. For the "Fic I Didn't Write Challenge." Split in weird spots because LJ was being stupid. But all the links work. :P
Original summary can be found here.
Tomorrow Belongs To Me
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Kurt let out a tired sigh. He was finally finished for the day and only wished that Blaine could be too. However, his boyfriend still had another scene and half to shoot so Kurt would go home, make them both some hot chocolate and wait by the fake fire. They both loved pretending it was cold during the winter months, something they never realized they would miss when first moving out to LA.
As he began to remove his makeup, Jenny, his favorite assistant on set, appeared behind him in the mirror.
“Oh, Jenny, you have no idea how glad I am to see you,” he said, giving her his brightest, if tired, smile. “I’ve been deprived and busy all day. Have you seen any magazines? I wanted to glance through and take one or two home.” He’d quickly learned that others on and off the set would buy tabloids, read one article and then throw it out. He swore there was never a reason for him to buy another magazine again.
Jenny looked terrified. “Um, no. I haven’t seen any. Either nobody bought any or they’ve all been thrown out.”
That got a look from Kurt. He couldn’t help but think that people had been hiding from him all day. Jenny was the first person outside of hair, makeup, and costume that he’d seen today off set and they’d barely spoken to him. Now, with the lack of Jenny’s usual bubbly and gossiping behavior, Kurt knew something was up. Everyone was hiding something from him.
He opened his mouth to reply with curiosity, but Jenny squeaked and quickly left the room.
Kurt thought it all over as he went to return his costume. He ran into Blaine and Chase on the way.
“Kurt!” Blaine exclaimed, sounding a little surprised to see him. “You’re still here.”
“Hi sweety,” said Kurt, kissing Blaine’s cheek and ignoring Chase’s roll of the eyes. “Just getting the next script from Jenny before going home to make some hot chocolate and warm up the fire.”
Blaine smiled. “Great, I can’t wait.” Glancing at his watch Blaine sighed, “Listen, Chase and I have to practice our scene once more before we shoot. I should be home by midnight.”
“I’ll be waiting,” Kurt murmured. He gave Blaine one more chaste kiss before letting them pass, pausing when he felt a hand on his arm and looking up to see Chase smiling at him.
“I’m surprised you’re taking this so well,” Chase said, “A story like this usually leads to psychotic break downs. You may be the exception if you keep acting like this.”
Kurt tried to ask what he meant, but found himself trying to address thin air. He’d always disliked Chase, his smile made him look like he was constantly scheming and his sudden appearances and disappearances never helped. But Chase was an experienced soap actor, even if his first role had been when he was ten. Kurt couldn’t really do anything that wouldn’t look petty coming from an amateur.
It wasn’t until he was walking back to his room when it hit him, a story… a tabloid story. Giving a squeal of excitement he ran the rest of the way to his room, searching all the tables and shelves and random surfaces where a magazine could be left. He still hadn’t found anything by the time he reached his room, smiling excitedly at Jenny.
“Where is it?” he asked. He knew a story could easily be horrible… especially if he never actually got interviewed. But he couldn’t help be excited.
He’d been in LA for two years living with Blaine and staying in constant contact with Finn, Sam, and Puck who all lived in their own apartment across town. He and Blaine had gone to so many auditions those first few months, neither being able to get anything more than a few callbacks. But then they’d somehow been cast as each other’s boyfriends before it was even revealed that they were dating.
The brand new soap “Tomorrow Belongs To Me” was supposed to be cast completely from scratch, no old actors. The studio had managed to convince the director to allow one star though. Chase Hudgins, former child star ready for his big comeback. Kurt wasn’t familiar with his work, but it didn’t take long. And by the time the premiere aired, Kurt could tell his story by heart.
Most of the media about the show was about Chase’s comeback… at first. But once it got out that he and Blaine were dating off screen as well as on screen they could barely have a casual night out without being accosted by fans and paparazzi. Not that either of them cared that much.
However, all of the stories had been fluff about how sweet they were as a real life couple and how all the fan girls’ dreams had basically come true before they’d even wished it. But this didn’t sound like that. Maybe he’d been caught without makeup or something. There had been that one day after that party… Kurt shook his head, it was a bad day, and would not think about it unless it was in the story.
“Come on, Jenny,” he said, panting a little from his running, “I know there’s a story. Chase told me.”
“Oh, there’s a story all right,” she said. Taking a deep breath she shrugged, “But it’s just a story. I have the new script though, would you like to run some lines? I heard rumors that they were making someone pregnant.”
Kurt rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I know it’s probably a bad one. But at least it’s a new one. Please, Jenny, at least tell me what it’s about.”
It was the visible slump that told Kurt Jenny had given up. Slowly she pulled a thin magazine from amongst the pile of scripts she was handing out. “Technically it’s not about you. I’m so sorry.”
Kurt tried not to feel too disappointed as he took the magazine, reminding himself that he was still somehow involved. He noticed it was one of those more immature tabloids he tended to avoid but overlooked that for now. He glanced at Jenny, silently asking where and smiled his thanks at her whispered, “Page 42.”
Biting his lip he flipped it open and before he even read the title he was sinking into the chair Jenny had moved behind him.
“Real life relationship over or on the rocks,” was the headline. Kurt barely saw it because he couldn’t take his eyes off of the picture, staring at what was clearly Blaine… kissing someone else. But the longer he stared, the more he recognized the other participant. Chase.
He tossed the magazine aside as if he’d been burned. Chase? Chase? How could Blaine…?
“No,” Kurt whispered, feeling himself going into denial despite what he had just seen. “It had to be photo shopped,” he said, looking up at Jenny, only to find her near tears. “He wouldn’t do that to me,” he said, standing back up and taking a step closer to his friend.
Oh god now came the anger.
“He loves me! He knows what he means to me! He wouldn’t fucking cheat on me with that… that… that dick!”
Jenny bit her lip, shrugging a little and looking away.
The movement made something click in Kurt’s head and he stepped closer. “How long have you known?” he asked. “How long have they been together?”
“I saw them together last month. But when I said something to Blaine he said I’d seen Chase kissing him and it wasn’t returned.” Jenny barely spoke above a whisper, but added quickly and clearly, “But I would have told you otherwise. If I’d thought it was more serious, and if I had known Blaine didn’t actually tell you like he said he would.”
Kurt groaned, stumbling back to the chair. “This is why no one’s been talking to me today isn’t it? They didn’t want me screwing up the tapings.” And as good an actor as he was, Kurt knew better than to think he would have been able to act in love with Blaine with this still fresh in his mind.
When Jenny nodded, Kurt just sighed and stood up, going over and collecting his jacket and wallet. “I’m going home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Do you want the new script?” Jenny asked as he passed her.
He stared at it in her hand for a second before shaking his head. “I won’t be able to concentrate on anything new. Tomorrow is finishing up this episode, so I’ll take it when I’m done.”
Jenny nodded and stepped out of the way, giving Kurt a supportive smile. At least one person was on his side.
Getting out of the studio wasn’t nearly as bad as he had expected. There were a few reporters, but they seemed to be more interested in Blaine and Chase at the moment. And it sounded like they were just trying to find out if the story was true, because the magazine was that terrible. Kurt had no interest in proving it either way.
When he got home he growled when he saw the article taped to the front door. It was then that he remembered that Chase had picked up Blaine later because Kurt had needed to be in early. The bastard (and Kurt didn’t know who he was referring to at this point) must have left it there on their way out.
Tearing it down he walked in, slamming the door and falling onto the living room couch. And against his better judgment he read it through. It was terrible. Apparently the only truthful thing was the photo, which had been emailed to them by an “anonymous” source.
Getting up, Kurt grabbed a lighter, went over to the kitchen sink and watched with sadistic glee as the glossy paper burned away as he touched the flame to the side of Chase’s face.
He didn’t know what to do. Blaine was still at the studio and wouldn’t be back for another few hours. But Kurt knew this was over. He didn’t want to just leave, especially before Blaine got to tell his side of the story, but Kurt wasn’t sure if he’d be able to stomach it.
Shaking his head, Kurt thought of the next best thing. After rinsing out the sink he went down the hall, pulled his luggage from the closet, then proceeded to pack all of his things. He had considered packing Blaine’s stuff, but didn’t like the idea of practically pushing him into Chase’s arms.
An hour and a half later Kurt had all his things packed. The luggage sat in the entrance, awaiting his exit, while some boxes were tucked away in the guest room, waiting for him to find a place to live. He knew he had a place to go, Finn had made it perfectly clear that he could stop by anytime he wanted, but Kurt didn’t like the idea of making that permanent.
So Kurt sat. Waiting. Watching the clock. And finally he heard a key in the door and Blaine’s voice.
“Thanks for the ride. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Kurt heard himself growl, but remained quiet otherwise. He would not blow up at Blaine or Chase… yet.
“Uh… Kurt?” were the first words out of Blaine’s mouth once the door closed.
“I’m leaving,” said Kurt. “I don’t care when, or why you were kissing him. I don’t even care how long. All I care about is how.”
Blaine looked confused and opened his mouth to answer, but Kurt cut him off.
“How could you even touch that douchebag? How could you do that to me? But most importantly, how could you do that to us? I loved you, Blaine. And I probably still do because my chest feels like it’s on fire from the pain of my heart breaking. How could you do this?”
“Kurt, I love you,” Blaine said, reaching to touch his boyfriend, only to grasp at thin air. “I love you, but this is LA. Things happen that you can’t control.”
Kurt saw red, especially after he slapped Blaine. “That is the closest thing you’ll get as a response to that. Screw you, Blaine. I’m leaving. I’ll send someone over this weekend to get the rest of my things.”
“But Kurt - ”
“Shut it.”
Five minutes later Kurt was driving away, wishing he’d never have to see Blaine again, but knowing that wasn’t a choice.
~*~
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Pairing(s);Character(s): Puck/Kurt
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 9386
Warnings: Cheating... on Blaine's part
Summary: When "America's favorite couple" splits and Kurt needs comfort and damage control, why is Puck so quick on the uptake?
A/N: This was finished on time... just not posted on time. For the "Fic I Didn't Write Challenge." Split in weird spots because LJ was being stupid. But all the links work. :P
Original summary can be found here.
Tomorrow Belongs To Me
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Kurt let out a tired sigh. He was finally finished for the day and only wished that Blaine could be too. However, his boyfriend still had another scene and half to shoot so Kurt would go home, make them both some hot chocolate and wait by the fake fire. They both loved pretending it was cold during the winter months, something they never realized they would miss when first moving out to LA.
As he began to remove his makeup, Jenny, his favorite assistant on set, appeared behind him in the mirror.
“Oh, Jenny, you have no idea how glad I am to see you,” he said, giving her his brightest, if tired, smile. “I’ve been deprived and busy all day. Have you seen any magazines? I wanted to glance through and take one or two home.” He’d quickly learned that others on and off the set would buy tabloids, read one article and then throw it out. He swore there was never a reason for him to buy another magazine again.
Jenny looked terrified. “Um, no. I haven’t seen any. Either nobody bought any or they’ve all been thrown out.”
That got a look from Kurt. He couldn’t help but think that people had been hiding from him all day. Jenny was the first person outside of hair, makeup, and costume that he’d seen today off set and they’d barely spoken to him. Now, with the lack of Jenny’s usual bubbly and gossiping behavior, Kurt knew something was up. Everyone was hiding something from him.
He opened his mouth to reply with curiosity, but Jenny squeaked and quickly left the room.
Kurt thought it all over as he went to return his costume. He ran into Blaine and Chase on the way.
“Kurt!” Blaine exclaimed, sounding a little surprised to see him. “You’re still here.”
“Hi sweety,” said Kurt, kissing Blaine’s cheek and ignoring Chase’s roll of the eyes. “Just getting the next script from Jenny before going home to make some hot chocolate and warm up the fire.”
Blaine smiled. “Great, I can’t wait.” Glancing at his watch Blaine sighed, “Listen, Chase and I have to practice our scene once more before we shoot. I should be home by midnight.”
“I’ll be waiting,” Kurt murmured. He gave Blaine one more chaste kiss before letting them pass, pausing when he felt a hand on his arm and looking up to see Chase smiling at him.
“I’m surprised you’re taking this so well,” Chase said, “A story like this usually leads to psychotic break downs. You may be the exception if you keep acting like this.”
Kurt tried to ask what he meant, but found himself trying to address thin air. He’d always disliked Chase, his smile made him look like he was constantly scheming and his sudden appearances and disappearances never helped. But Chase was an experienced soap actor, even if his first role had been when he was ten. Kurt couldn’t really do anything that wouldn’t look petty coming from an amateur.
It wasn’t until he was walking back to his room when it hit him, a story… a tabloid story. Giving a squeal of excitement he ran the rest of the way to his room, searching all the tables and shelves and random surfaces where a magazine could be left. He still hadn’t found anything by the time he reached his room, smiling excitedly at Jenny.
“Where is it?” he asked. He knew a story could easily be horrible… especially if he never actually got interviewed. But he couldn’t help be excited.
He’d been in LA for two years living with Blaine and staying in constant contact with Finn, Sam, and Puck who all lived in their own apartment across town. He and Blaine had gone to so many auditions those first few months, neither being able to get anything more than a few callbacks. But then they’d somehow been cast as each other’s boyfriends before it was even revealed that they were dating.
The brand new soap “Tomorrow Belongs To Me” was supposed to be cast completely from scratch, no old actors. The studio had managed to convince the director to allow one star though. Chase Hudgins, former child star ready for his big comeback. Kurt wasn’t familiar with his work, but it didn’t take long. And by the time the premiere aired, Kurt could tell his story by heart.
Most of the media about the show was about Chase’s comeback… at first. But once it got out that he and Blaine were dating off screen as well as on screen they could barely have a casual night out without being accosted by fans and paparazzi. Not that either of them cared that much.
However, all of the stories had been fluff about how sweet they were as a real life couple and how all the fan girls’ dreams had basically come true before they’d even wished it. But this didn’t sound like that. Maybe he’d been caught without makeup or something. There had been that one day after that party… Kurt shook his head, it was a bad day, and would not think about it unless it was in the story.
“Come on, Jenny,” he said, panting a little from his running, “I know there’s a story. Chase told me.”
“Oh, there’s a story all right,” she said. Taking a deep breath she shrugged, “But it’s just a story. I have the new script though, would you like to run some lines? I heard rumors that they were making someone pregnant.”
Kurt rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I know it’s probably a bad one. But at least it’s a new one. Please, Jenny, at least tell me what it’s about.”
It was the visible slump that told Kurt Jenny had given up. Slowly she pulled a thin magazine from amongst the pile of scripts she was handing out. “Technically it’s not about you. I’m so sorry.”
Kurt tried not to feel too disappointed as he took the magazine, reminding himself that he was still somehow involved. He noticed it was one of those more immature tabloids he tended to avoid but overlooked that for now. He glanced at Jenny, silently asking where and smiled his thanks at her whispered, “Page 42.”
Biting his lip he flipped it open and before he even read the title he was sinking into the chair Jenny had moved behind him.
“Real life relationship over or on the rocks,” was the headline. Kurt barely saw it because he couldn’t take his eyes off of the picture, staring at what was clearly Blaine… kissing someone else. But the longer he stared, the more he recognized the other participant. Chase.
He tossed the magazine aside as if he’d been burned. Chase? Chase? How could Blaine…?
“No,” Kurt whispered, feeling himself going into denial despite what he had just seen. “It had to be photo shopped,” he said, looking up at Jenny, only to find her near tears. “He wouldn’t do that to me,” he said, standing back up and taking a step closer to his friend.
Oh god now came the anger.
“He loves me! He knows what he means to me! He wouldn’t fucking cheat on me with that… that… that dick!”
Jenny bit her lip, shrugging a little and looking away.
The movement made something click in Kurt’s head and he stepped closer. “How long have you known?” he asked. “How long have they been together?”
“I saw them together last month. But when I said something to Blaine he said I’d seen Chase kissing him and it wasn’t returned.” Jenny barely spoke above a whisper, but added quickly and clearly, “But I would have told you otherwise. If I’d thought it was more serious, and if I had known Blaine didn’t actually tell you like he said he would.”
Kurt groaned, stumbling back to the chair. “This is why no one’s been talking to me today isn’t it? They didn’t want me screwing up the tapings.” And as good an actor as he was, Kurt knew better than to think he would have been able to act in love with Blaine with this still fresh in his mind.
When Jenny nodded, Kurt just sighed and stood up, going over and collecting his jacket and wallet. “I’m going home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Do you want the new script?” Jenny asked as he passed her.
He stared at it in her hand for a second before shaking his head. “I won’t be able to concentrate on anything new. Tomorrow is finishing up this episode, so I’ll take it when I’m done.”
Jenny nodded and stepped out of the way, giving Kurt a supportive smile. At least one person was on his side.
Getting out of the studio wasn’t nearly as bad as he had expected. There were a few reporters, but they seemed to be more interested in Blaine and Chase at the moment. And it sounded like they were just trying to find out if the story was true, because the magazine was that terrible. Kurt had no interest in proving it either way.
When he got home he growled when he saw the article taped to the front door. It was then that he remembered that Chase had picked up Blaine later because Kurt had needed to be in early. The bastard (and Kurt didn’t know who he was referring to at this point) must have left it there on their way out.
Tearing it down he walked in, slamming the door and falling onto the living room couch. And against his better judgment he read it through. It was terrible. Apparently the only truthful thing was the photo, which had been emailed to them by an “anonymous” source.
Getting up, Kurt grabbed a lighter, went over to the kitchen sink and watched with sadistic glee as the glossy paper burned away as he touched the flame to the side of Chase’s face.
He didn’t know what to do. Blaine was still at the studio and wouldn’t be back for another few hours. But Kurt knew this was over. He didn’t want to just leave, especially before Blaine got to tell his side of the story, but Kurt wasn’t sure if he’d be able to stomach it.
Shaking his head, Kurt thought of the next best thing. After rinsing out the sink he went down the hall, pulled his luggage from the closet, then proceeded to pack all of his things. He had considered packing Blaine’s stuff, but didn’t like the idea of practically pushing him into Chase’s arms.
An hour and a half later Kurt had all his things packed. The luggage sat in the entrance, awaiting his exit, while some boxes were tucked away in the guest room, waiting for him to find a place to live. He knew he had a place to go, Finn had made it perfectly clear that he could stop by anytime he wanted, but Kurt didn’t like the idea of making that permanent.
So Kurt sat. Waiting. Watching the clock. And finally he heard a key in the door and Blaine’s voice.
“Thanks for the ride. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Kurt heard himself growl, but remained quiet otherwise. He would not blow up at Blaine or Chase… yet.
“Uh… Kurt?” were the first words out of Blaine’s mouth once the door closed.
“I’m leaving,” said Kurt. “I don’t care when, or why you were kissing him. I don’t even care how long. All I care about is how.”
Blaine looked confused and opened his mouth to answer, but Kurt cut him off.
“How could you even touch that douchebag? How could you do that to me? But most importantly, how could you do that to us? I loved you, Blaine. And I probably still do because my chest feels like it’s on fire from the pain of my heart breaking. How could you do this?”
“Kurt, I love you,” Blaine said, reaching to touch his boyfriend, only to grasp at thin air. “I love you, but this is LA. Things happen that you can’t control.”
Kurt saw red, especially after he slapped Blaine. “That is the closest thing you’ll get as a response to that. Screw you, Blaine. I’m leaving. I’ll send someone over this weekend to get the rest of my things.”
“But Kurt - ”
“Shut it.”
Five minutes later Kurt was driving away, wishing he’d never have to see Blaine again, but knowing that wasn’t a choice.
~*~
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