Glee Fic : Three WIshes | Kurt/Blaine | 2/10 PG-13
Title : Three Wishes
Author : Jen
Rating : PG-13
Pairing : au!Blaine & au!moviestar!Kurt
Word count : ~5,200 / ~54,000
Spoilers : AU re-write of seasons one through three
Warnings : mentions of the events of that Sadie Hawkins dance
Summary : If Blaine Anderson found a magic lamp he'd only ask for two things. He'd wish for a place at NYADA when he graduates high school, and he'd wish that Kurt Hummel was his boyfriend. There were three problems with this. Firstly, competition for NYADA was insane. Secondly, Kurt Hummel didn't even know he existed. Movie stars tended to be like that about their fans. Thirdly, Blaine didn't have a magic lamp.
Based on a Tumblr gif set found here & here
As always I can be found on Tumblr when I should be doing other things.
(cover by the awesome Becky who puts up with me more than she probably should...)
<< Part 1
~~~
It was a long, long week. More than once he offered to pick Cooper up from filming, just hoping for a chance to run into Kurt but every time he'd either just gone or he was waiting until everyone had. When they took over the auditorium for a scene he half-joked New Directions should storm it in protest - didn't they know they had a Regionals win to prepare for?
Any thoughts about trying to sneak past security by claiming to be an extra failed when a senior tried it, quickly reporting back to his fellow students that all cast and crew had been given some kind of swipe card entry pass which brought up a photo ID (so stealing one was out of the question). No card, no access, no chance.
By the Thursday evening Blaine had started to resign himself to the truth - he was never going to meet Kurt. He'd had plenty of time to read the letter (and Blaine had had plenty of time to deconstruct what he'd written, finding new ways each time about how he'd come across as immature or stupid or obsessive) and still nothing.
He pulled up outside the school just before seven and waited for Cooper as always, staring at the security guard by the doorway as if he could somehow will him out of existence.
Just after seven it opened and Cooper appeared, but he made no move to walk across to the car. Instead he waved and then made a beckoning gesture to his little brother. Too tired to even care, Blaine got out of the car and walked over.
"What?" Blaine asked. "You not done yet?"
"One quick scene to do, we're running a bit late. Wanna come watch?"
"You mean it?" Blaine asked.
"If you want."
Blaine glanced at the security guard who gave a small nod.
"Cleared it earlier, thought it'd be a nice surprise. Come on, kid," Cooper said, grabbing Blaine's hand and pulling him inside. "It's tiny really, I'm more in the background but I gotta be on set. Continuity you see, it's really important."
Blaine was only half listening, trying to take in as much of his surroundings as possible. The crew, the lights, the camera, the sheer number of people milling about.
"Blaine?" Cooper said, bringing him back to reality. "You OK?"
"Yeah... Thanks for this," Blaine managed to say. "I know you tried..."
He stopped when he heard a new voice, clear but not too loud, cutting across the background noise.
"When do you think I'll be able to complain about my character's wardrobes? I swear they get worse with each film."
Blaine's blood seemed to still in his veins as he turned to face the direction of that voice.
"It's fancy dress, Kurt," a woman was saying, "it's supposed to be... out there. The costume is important to the script."
"I need to have a chat with the writers about how me in this dress is important to the script," Kurt quipped. "Out there indeed."
The only thing out there for Blaine at that moment was his heart rate. A voice was screaming in the back of his head but the rest of him was inexplicably calm.
"You wanted a chance," Cooper said quietly, "this is it."
"I..." Blaine started but then thought and words failed him.
"Do I have to do everything?" Cooper laughed. "Hey Kurt, looking fine as always!"
"Shut up," Blaine growled, suddenly terrified that Kurt would turn around and see Cooper and then see him and then his heart might actually stop.
"I'd like to see you look this good in sequins and high heels," Kurt bit back playfully. "You're just jealous that you don't have my legs."
"Sure, that's it," Cooper laughed.
"You must be Blaine," Kurt said, turning his attention to him and causing a further silent meltdown.
"I'm sure if he could speak he'd say hi," Cooper said, shoving Blaine with his shoulder.
"It's fine," Kurt laughed softly (and oh god Blaine was going to die and he didn't care).
"Hi," Blaine finally managed to say.
"We're ready for you guys," someone said and then no, god please no, Kurt was moving away from him, slightly unsteady on his heels
"Well done, kid," Cooper said as he too moved away and Blaine couldn't tell if his brother was being sarcastic or not.
He didn't wait to find out. While the scene was being set up he walked back to the exit and waited for Cooper in the car. To his brother's credit they didn't talk about it at all on the ride home; Blaine didn't need anyone to point out how badly he'd screwed up. He'd wanted thirty seconds, he got them.
*
Friday dragged the same as the rest of the week had done and all Blaine wanted to do was go home, crawl into bed and wake up when the filming was all over. Rachel was confused as to why he'd suddenly lost interest in Kurt and the movie but she was soon distracted by Mike who was making yet another pitch for a dance solo. Blaine sent his friend a silent "thank you" which was met with a knowing nod and a discussion with Rachel that seemed to last for hours.
Blaine Anderson might be a total failure when it came to meeting his idols but when it came to his friends he'd done pretty good.
When the final bell rang he didn't bother racing out of the door like everyone else, but headed for his locker to grab his English book. Maybe he could drown his weekend in additional work and try to forget what a fool he'd made of himself. As he walked up to his locker he noticed an envelope taped to it. Whoever put it there must have done it after the bell because normally stuff like that didn't stay up on lockers that long.
Pulling it down he turned it over, still finding no clue as to what it was or who it was from. He untucked the flap and peered inside.
A small white swipe card was inside and Blaine's breath hitched a little as he pulled it out. The only thing on the card was a time - 9pm - written by a sharpie on the plastic. He turned it over but there were no other clues as to who it was from. The hallway was empty and there was no sound indicating anyone was left nearby.
English book forgotten, Blaine pocketed the card and envelope, turned and walked away. His fingers clutched to it all the way home as if it would somehow disappear if he let it out of his sight while his mind raced with every possibility.
At 8:55 he was outside the school again, looking at the (different) security guard by the door. The handwriting wasn't Cooper's but that didn't mean he couldn't have arranged it. And who else would have known which was his locker?
Deciding that he had the best brother ever, Blaine slipped out of the car at 8:58 and walked up to the guard, trying to look and act as if he had every right to be there. With a shaking hand he held out the card to him and was suddenly hit with a wave of panic. He'd assumed that it was a swipe card for the set but what if it wasn't? What if it was for something else and he was about to make a fool of himself?
Worse still, what if it wasn't from Cooper? What if someone had stolen the card and the picture now coming up on the guard's handset was someone else. Maybe some woman or someone so obviously not him (oh god, what if someone had stolen Kurt's card and given it to Blaine as a joke - or a gift - and wanted to meet him by his locker at 9pm?) that by the time the card beeped as it registered Blaine had convinced himself he was about to be tackled to the ground and arrested.
"Anderson, huh?" the guard said. (Oh god it was Cooper's card they stole. Maybe they just wanted Blaine to return it.) "Coop's little brother?"
"...Yeah," Blaine said quietly. "I was given the card, it says 9pm on it-"
"A few minutes early isn't a bad thing, kid," the guard said, stepping aside and grabbing the handle. "Sure you know this school better than me. They're in the astronomy room."
Blaine was halfway through the door before the hand clamped down on his shoulder and he'd decided that the Universe just had it in for him. He turned, preparing himself to be thrown out, but instead the card was returned to him with a smile.
If this was a joke, Blaine decided when the door was shut behind him, it was the most elaborate one yet.
With every step Blaine was waiting for someone to grab him, to be told that he wasn't supposed to be here and that he will have to leave, but no one appeared.
"Blaine, right?" he was greeted at the astronomy room. "I'm Mercedes," the woman introduced, holding out her hand, "and by your reaction I'm sure that your brother has told you about me?"
"A few things, yeah," Blaine laughed. "I'm sure it's all lies."
"Not a word of it," Mercedes grinned. "Well, not much anyway. Don't look so scared, I try to save the game face for the press. They expect me to be fierce now so I have to play the part. But really, you do right by me and Kurt I'm fine by you. Come on, they're waiting."
Blaine fell into step beside Mercedes as she headed out into the corridor. "I'm sorry but I'm a bit confused. I got a card and I don't know who sent it or why or-"
"Hi," Kurt said.
Blaine stopped in his tracks - this was the one thing that never occurred to him.
"I'll give you a minute to work out what you're going to say back," Kurt said gently.
"You can't hold yesterday against me," Blaine replied, "I was distracted."
"By what?"
"By the sequins," Blaine said without thinking. "You can't expect a guy to hold calm and rational and kind thoughts when you're faced with that."
"So you thought it looked stupid too?"
"I..." Blaine sighed. He was in this deep. "Not your best outfit."
"Very tactful," Kurt smiled.
"Did nothing for your waist and you suit brighter colours," Blaine said, trying desperately to get his mouth to stop talking before Mercedes realised he wasn't 'doing right' by Kurt and he got offended and arranged a restraining order.
Instead Kurt just laughed. "At least my legs looked good in the heels. Although I'm trying not to ask where they got those in my size in Ohio."
Blaine felt a sudden rush of relief through his body and while the nerves were still there they were no longer crippling. "Can I ask you something?" he ventured. "Why did you send me that card?"
"Because I wanted to spend more than thirty seconds with you and get beyond the initial 'hi', Kurt said, his mouth curling up into a smile which made Blaine want to preserve this moment forever. "And because I wanted to thank you for your letter."
"...Y-y-you read it?"
"Of course I did. Several times. It's... Really? Everything you said?"
"Yeah," Blaine said quietly.
"I'm... I'm so sorry," Kurt whispered, reaching out and putting his hand on Blaine's arm.
"Things are better now. Better here if you can believe it."
"Really? After what happened to me I couldn't wait to get out of public school."
"I wish it were an option," Blaine said. "Well, I did. Coming here was hard but once I settled in, joined the glee club... I was scared about coming out again but Rachel and Mike-"
"They're the ones you talked about?"
"-yeah, they made it... less scary somehow. They didn't care if I was gay, straight, whatever. All Rachel really cares about is whether or not I can match her vocally!"
"What?"
"Glee club. She and I are the club leads, we've got Regionals in a few weeks."
"You must be excited. I remember I was."
"You were in your glee club?"
"Yeah," Kurt smiled. "We were pretty good actually, even won once."
"Regionals?"
"Nationals," Kurt smiled.
"When?" Blaine asked. "Last year was a club from Texas and the year before that it was the Warblers; they're from Westerville, here in Ohio. I think the year before that was a group from Wisconsin and you're not that much older than me-"
"You think you've got a chance?" Kurt asked quickly.
"Maybe. Rachel's really good-"
"So are you," Kurt said. "Cooper showed me a video."
"He did?"
"He's really proud of you. Never shuts up about his little brother. Apparently you're going to be bigger than both of us?"
"Oh god," Blaine moaned. "It's all lies, I swear."
"It was all good, don't worry," Kurt laughed.
"In which case it was all lies," Blaine laughed in response.
"Even the bit about the locker shrine? Because I quite liked that," Kurt smiled. "Maybe I should have tried to open it and have a look."
Blaine had suddenly paled as he imagined Cooper going on and on about how much Blaine liked - no, loved Kurt - about the locker shrine and the magazine collection that wasn't even close to the kind of magazine collection most boys his age had. About the blogs and the message boards and the pictures and everything and suddenly all he could see were the two of them laughing about it, laughing about him and everything became white noise around him.
"Are you OK?" Kurt asked, bringing Blaine back to himself.
"I... yeah, just... What exactly did Coop tell you?"
"Nothing bad, I promise," Kurt said, sensing Blaine's concern.
"What counts as 'nothing bad'?"
"Just... stuff. I don't know. Glee and your singing and how proud he is, the fact you're a fan-"
"Oh god," Blaine moaned, trying to hide behind his hands like it would make it all just go away.
"That's what you're worried about? Blaine, it's fine. I meet fans all the time."
"That's not true," Blaine said into his palms.
"OK, so not all the time. But a picture in your locker and an interview collection is nothing, trust me."
"I should go," Blaine said, pulling his hands away. "I should go before I embarrass myself any further."
"You're not embarrassing yourself, I promise," Kurt tried to soothe him. "I won't force you to stay if you don't want to. There's a couple of scenes left to shoot and I thought you could watch, we could chat some more-"
"Why?" Blaine asked.
"What?"
"Why me? Thousands of people would kill - probably literally - to be where I am right now. Kids whose lives you're affecting-"
"According to your letter you're one of them," Kurt said.
"-and you choose me. The little brother of your co-star. Is this about appearances or something? Keeping Cooper happy for a happy workplace?"
"Blaine, I learned early on that silly YouTube videos will keep your brother happy."
Blaine couldn't help but laugh at that but he felt the tension knot in his chest all the same.
"I asked you to come here because after reading your letter I wanted to... needed to speak to you I guess."
"But why? My story's hardly unique. Every other post online has a variation on it and there are dozens who have it so much worse, even here in Ohio. You could have reached out to any of them."
"I'm not box ticking if that's what you think," Kurt said, his voice taking on a sharper tone. "This isn't Kurt Hummel's Good Deed you know? I get those letters, every single one and if I could then I'd meet every single one of them too. But I can't, even practicalities aside. But you? You I can. You're my co-star's brother, you want to get into this life... It was easy to swing."
"Easy to swing," Blaine muttered. "Right."
"Don't take it like that, please."
"I'm still trying to figure out why someone like you would even spend five minutes with-"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence," Kurt warned. "I'm not like that. I promise you there was no hidden motive in this."
"Really?" Blaine asked, trying to replace the knot in his chest with hope.
"Really," Kurt said, putting his hand back on Blaine's arm. "And honestly? I don't know why you. Maybe it was because I could, maybe it was because... you're me in a way."
Blaine scoffed slightly at that. "Since when was I in your league?"
"What league?"
"Guys like me and guys like... well, you."
"What about it?" Kurt asked. "Coop said you're a Junior, right? We're about the same age, same interests, same background-"
"I must have missed the interview where you were-"
"Beaten up?" Kurt finished. "Not every aspect of my life is in the press, Blaine." Kurt caught Blaine's look and shook his head gently. "I wasn't, my dad pulled me out before it got that far. One too many threats of it though."
"I never even got those," Blaine said quietly. "It just... happened."
"I'm so sorry."
"It wasn't your fault. And trust me, you are making things better."
"Then I'm glad," Kurt smiled and the knot in Blaine's chest loosened a little. "Please stay?"
"I..."
"Please?"
Blaine had a pretty good imagination. He'd thought about this, fantasised even about what he would do if he ever got the chance to meet Kurt, spend more than thirty seconds with him. He'd always been realistic about the setting; an event of some kind with hundreds if not thousands of others like him. Where he was a face in the crowd, one of many. But this? This was quiet, almost... intimate? Just them on a film set late one Friday night.
"Yes. OK," he said eventually. "Just... warn me if I'm about to make a fool of myself, OK?"
"Is that a real possibility?" Kurt laughed.
*
Blaine's phone had been buzzing with 'get well soon!' texts but guilt had prevented him from reading them. Rachel had alternated between wishing him a speedy recovery and demanding a speedy recovery because Regionals was in just over a week and there wasn't enough time to train up a suitable replacement if his throat wasn't better soon.
He knew that wouldn't be a problem for one reason.
There wasn't anything wrong with his throat.
It was stupid, the chances of running into Kurt at the school were non-existent given they weren't due to be filming there but the only place he knew he'd be safe from anyone who had anything to do with that stupid film would be if he hid away in his room. Which he'd done since late Friday night when he'd come home - even Cooper had avoided him, not wanting to get sick and hold up production.
Blaine was more than happy with that.
He caught up on the books he meant to read, watched movies he'd not seen in ages and soon he found himself updating his iTunes library. There were a couple of emails in his inbox, two from Rachel: one outlining a herbal remedy she and her dads had always found useful for bad throats; one with a revised rehearsal schedule, taking into account a slow return to full health.
Once he'd cleared those a new one dropped in from someone he didn't recognise. At first he thought it could be spam but that would be some pretty intuitive spam to say "Get Well Soon" as a subject line so he clicked on the mail from 'Elias Hamilton'.
Hey Blaine!
Your brother gave me your email address - I did ask for your cell but he said you're resting your voice so I guess this is better?
I hope you're better in time for Regionals. From what I hear around the school you're more than 'good', Blaine. I know you said in your letter that you were hoping to get into NYADA but you didn't think you were good enough - trust me. You are.
Anyway, I just wanted to say that. Get well soon.
Oh, and please don't share this address with anyone. I know you won't but Mercedes makes me ask everyone I email from this account. It's nice to have one address that's private, just mine. But if you wanted to drop me a line - at anytime - then I honestly don't mind. I really enjoyed Friday and while I can't promise we'll get to do it again I would like to stay in touch.
Kurt
PS - because I know you'll ask! My mother's name was Elizabeth Hamilton. Elias is a male version of Elizabeth. My way of remembering where my roots are I guess.
Before he could talk himself out of it, Blaine hit reply. If he was lucky he could catch Kurt before he returned to work.
Kurt,
Thank you for the wishes but I'm afraid they were offered under false pretences. I won't share your email address if you promise not to tell anyone that I'm not actually sick.
Blaine
He'd written and deleted a paragraph about Friday so many times that he decided that he'd like to go back to forgetting about it.
Blaine,
Pulling a sickie? That is naughty of you! I promise your secret is safe but I need details. Did Rachel Berry finally get to you? Is the pressure of an expected win making you crack? Are you unable to return to the normality of life after I introduced you to the amazing world of movie production?
Kurt
Kurt,
After Friday night I just wanted to hide.
Blaine
Now I wish I had made your brother give me your cell number because then I could actually tell you this.
You have NOTHING to be embarrassed about. I'm the one who should be sorry - there was no reason for him to speak to you that way. I don't care that you're a fan (and by that I mean that it doesn't bother me) and I don't care that you're online blogging about me. I care that you didn't say a word about Friday to anyone.
I may have Googled on Saturday, just to be sure.
If it weren't for people like you then I'd not have a job and I have never lost sight of that, even if some idiots on our set have. So please, PLEASE don't feel bad about it. Mercedes may have even offered to see about getting him fired if that makes you feel any better? But the short version is this - you are not now, and in my eyes you have never been, some "crazy fan with nothing better to do".
You shouldn't feel like you need to hide who you are and what you're into. I keep telling my fans that who they are is something to be celebrated and that goes for you too. Next time you come on set it will be different, I promise.
That's if you want a next time. I'd understand if you don't but I'd still like to stay in touch, even after the movie's wrapped.
Kurt
Blaine read the email a couple of times, wondering what to make of that. He'd felt so small and so silly on Friday; being mocked by some bit-part co-star for being a fan, for following Kurt's career and now the man himself like (and this had been his favourite description) like a lovesick teenager.
Because he was. Because it was stupid and silly and he knew that logically they weren't even proper friends, but he really liked Kurt. If they'd been boys somewhere else, some place where Kurt's name wasn't known across the country and Blaine's name wasn't synonymous with freak, then maybe Blaine would ask him out.
Or maybe he'd be just as nervous and just as sure that he wasn't meant for guys like Kurt. Anyway, if he weren't famous and private and protective of everything to do with his personal life then Kurt would have a boyfriend already. Someone tall and muscular and tanned and everything Blaine wasn't.
But it didn't stop him wanting.
He wanted to spend time with Kurt, he wanted to talk with him some more and he wanted to tell Kurt every last secret and wish and desire that he had ever had and know that he'd found someone who would not only listen but keep his secrets. And god help him he wanted Kurt. Wanted him in the way that he'd wanted, dreamed about, fantasised about for months - years?
It was just a fantasy, he reminded himself, just a dream. Because guys like him didn't get guys like Kurt for boyfriends.
But maybe friends?
For half an hour on Friday, before that... idiot had waded in with his comments and his remarks and his skill at making Blaine feel about three inches tall (something he was never telling Cooper because he had just stopped with the short jokes). The idea that Kurt was on his side made him feel better, made him feel less like the crazed fan everyone seemed to think he was, and allowed him to... hope.
Kurt,
Thank you. It means a lot to hear that - and from you.
And I'd love to stay in touch. Who knows? Maybe we could catch up again before you wrap? I'm free far too much for someone my age, with the exception of the weekend after Regionals when I have tickets for the "Spring Fling Thing" (yes I swear that's what they're calling it) at Legend Valley.
After a moment's thought he typed out his cell number onto the bottom of the email (to save you having to bother Coop and get the third degree! ) and hit send before he could change his mind.
Within minutes his phone buzzed with a text from an unknown contact, just a simple smiley face but it was enough to make Blaine grin for the rest of the night.
*
Regionals came and went with a resounding victory for the New Directions. Rachel attributed Blaine's recovery to her rigorous rehearsal regime and supplemental diet nursing him back to health. Blaine knew most of the credit lay with "Elias" and their frequent message exchange.
"Someone special?" Rachel asked, moving into the seat beside Blaine on the bus ride back. "You've been texting all day, I bet you'd have tried to take it on stage with you if I'd not taken it off you."
"It's... a friend," Blaine said.
"A boy friend?" Rachel teased, peering over his shoulder. "Elias? Bit old fashioned. From your old school?"
"It's nothing like that before you start," Blaine warned, dodging the question and the lie he'd have to tell.
"Look, I just want you to be happy. And if this... Elias guy makes you happy then I'm happy for you. For you both."
"I'm happy you're happy," Blaine laughed. "And I am happy."
"Good. Because we need to celebrate tonight!"
"All I want to do is sleep, Rach."
"You can sleep between now and the festival," she pointed out. "Tonight the New Directions are celebrating!" she cheered, prompting the bus to join her.
Blaine knew he was never going to get out of this and so he resigned himself to a night in the Berry household. Besides, how bad could it be?
*
If you'd asked Tina that twenty-four hours later she'd have had plenty to tell you.
*
"How bad is it?" Kurt asked.
"Bad enough," Blaine replied. "Thankfully her ankle's not broken but she's got to stay off it for a while."
"I'm confused. When you called you said you had good news and then you tell me about Tina and unless you're harbouring some serious negative thoughts towards her I fail to see how this is good news."
"It's good news because now I have an extra ticket for the festival this weekend. And I've already checked Coop's schedule, I know you're not filming."
"And you want me to come?" Kurt asked.
"If you want. You seemed interested when I mentioned it but if you don't want-"
"No, I want," Kurt said quickly, "it's just... not that easy."
"You worried about being recognised?"
"Partly," he admitted, "but I have a strategy for that."
"Worried about Mercedes then?"
"For the most part," Kurt laughed. "The only way to get away from her would be to just leave everything behind and I can't leave my cell. There are people who... I need to be contactable."
"Give them my number," Blaine heard himself say. "If you want that is. If that's all that's stopping you and you're worried-"
"You mean that?" Kurt asked.
"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't."
"And the friends you're going with, Rachel and...?"
"Mike."
"They... OK?" Kurt asked, the unspoken question hanging across the open line.
"Absolutely. You can trust them. I promise you, Kurt, all this is... it's an invitation to come to the music festival, that's all. I'm not trying to gain anything from this, except..."
"Except what?" Kurt prompted when Blaine trailed off.
"Time with you? If you still wanted to... I mean, you said that... and I thought that you'd appreciate the escape and you said in one of your emails that you used to go to festivals all the time before it all kicked off and I thought that-"
"Blaine!" Kurt laughed, cutting into his speech. "I would love to come."
"Really?"
"Really. If you say they can be trusted then I trust you. And using your number would be great, thank you. I'll text you with some details later?"
"Shouldn't I be saying that to you?" Blaine asked.
"You'll understand," Kurt said and Blaine could swear he heard a smile on the other end. "Do I need anything?"
"Yourself. And maybe a tent. We have a pitch that will do three without too much hassle. I was taking mine but I can share with Mike now Tina's not coming."
"You sure?"
"Of course."
"Can I ask a favour then?"
"Anything."
"Can I borrow your tent? Only I left mine in New York and I think trying to get one this week might raise a few eyebrows?"
"Fine," Blaine said, then he had to laugh. "You actually have a tent?"
"Maybe," Kurt laughed. "Something else for you to find out about me later?"
"I look forward to it then," Blaine said.
"They're calling for me, I need to go."
"OK, well enjoy the shoot."
"I will do," Kurt said and again Blaine could hear that smile. "I get to throw a drink over your brother in this scene."
"Oh what I'd give to be there!"
"And rob you of the opportunity to see it first on the big screen? No chance. Besides, it'll look better in the finished product."
"But it won't be as gratifying," Blaine said.
"Probably not. OK, I really have to go."
"Go, attack my brother with my blessing."
"Thank you," Kurt said, sounding choked up in a melodramatic way. "That means so much."
"Hanging up now," Blaine said before doing just that. He lay back on his bed and rested his phone thoughtfully against his mouth. He wasn't sure what this thing was between them but he was interested to see where it went. And this weekend would certainly do just that.
Part 3 >>
Author : Jen
Rating : PG-13
Pairing : au!Blaine & au!moviestar!Kurt
Word count : ~5,200 / ~54,000
Spoilers : AU re-write of seasons one through three
Warnings : mentions of the events of that Sadie Hawkins dance
Summary : If Blaine Anderson found a magic lamp he'd only ask for two things. He'd wish for a place at NYADA when he graduates high school, and he'd wish that Kurt Hummel was his boyfriend. There were three problems with this. Firstly, competition for NYADA was insane. Secondly, Kurt Hummel didn't even know he existed. Movie stars tended to be like that about their fans. Thirdly, Blaine didn't have a magic lamp.
Based on a Tumblr gif set found here & here
As always I can be found on Tumblr when I should be doing other things.
(cover by the awesome Becky who puts up with me more than she probably should...)
<< Part 1
~~~
It was a long, long week. More than once he offered to pick Cooper up from filming, just hoping for a chance to run into Kurt but every time he'd either just gone or he was waiting until everyone had. When they took over the auditorium for a scene he half-joked New Directions should storm it in protest - didn't they know they had a Regionals win to prepare for?
Any thoughts about trying to sneak past security by claiming to be an extra failed when a senior tried it, quickly reporting back to his fellow students that all cast and crew had been given some kind of swipe card entry pass which brought up a photo ID (so stealing one was out of the question). No card, no access, no chance.
By the Thursday evening Blaine had started to resign himself to the truth - he was never going to meet Kurt. He'd had plenty of time to read the letter (and Blaine had had plenty of time to deconstruct what he'd written, finding new ways each time about how he'd come across as immature or stupid or obsessive) and still nothing.
He pulled up outside the school just before seven and waited for Cooper as always, staring at the security guard by the doorway as if he could somehow will him out of existence.
Just after seven it opened and Cooper appeared, but he made no move to walk across to the car. Instead he waved and then made a beckoning gesture to his little brother. Too tired to even care, Blaine got out of the car and walked over.
"What?" Blaine asked. "You not done yet?"
"One quick scene to do, we're running a bit late. Wanna come watch?"
"You mean it?" Blaine asked.
"If you want."
Blaine glanced at the security guard who gave a small nod.
"Cleared it earlier, thought it'd be a nice surprise. Come on, kid," Cooper said, grabbing Blaine's hand and pulling him inside. "It's tiny really, I'm more in the background but I gotta be on set. Continuity you see, it's really important."
Blaine was only half listening, trying to take in as much of his surroundings as possible. The crew, the lights, the camera, the sheer number of people milling about.
"Blaine?" Cooper said, bringing him back to reality. "You OK?"
"Yeah... Thanks for this," Blaine managed to say. "I know you tried..."
He stopped when he heard a new voice, clear but not too loud, cutting across the background noise.
"When do you think I'll be able to complain about my character's wardrobes? I swear they get worse with each film."
Blaine's blood seemed to still in his veins as he turned to face the direction of that voice.
"It's fancy dress, Kurt," a woman was saying, "it's supposed to be... out there. The costume is important to the script."
"I need to have a chat with the writers about how me in this dress is important to the script," Kurt quipped. "Out there indeed."
The only thing out there for Blaine at that moment was his heart rate. A voice was screaming in the back of his head but the rest of him was inexplicably calm.
"You wanted a chance," Cooper said quietly, "this is it."
"I..." Blaine started but then thought and words failed him.
"Do I have to do everything?" Cooper laughed. "Hey Kurt, looking fine as always!"
"Shut up," Blaine growled, suddenly terrified that Kurt would turn around and see Cooper and then see him and then his heart might actually stop.
"I'd like to see you look this good in sequins and high heels," Kurt bit back playfully. "You're just jealous that you don't have my legs."
"Sure, that's it," Cooper laughed.
"You must be Blaine," Kurt said, turning his attention to him and causing a further silent meltdown.
"I'm sure if he could speak he'd say hi," Cooper said, shoving Blaine with his shoulder.
"It's fine," Kurt laughed softly (and oh god Blaine was going to die and he didn't care).
"Hi," Blaine finally managed to say.
"We're ready for you guys," someone said and then no, god please no, Kurt was moving away from him, slightly unsteady on his heels
"Well done, kid," Cooper said as he too moved away and Blaine couldn't tell if his brother was being sarcastic or not.
He didn't wait to find out. While the scene was being set up he walked back to the exit and waited for Cooper in the car. To his brother's credit they didn't talk about it at all on the ride home; Blaine didn't need anyone to point out how badly he'd screwed up. He'd wanted thirty seconds, he got them.
*
Friday dragged the same as the rest of the week had done and all Blaine wanted to do was go home, crawl into bed and wake up when the filming was all over. Rachel was confused as to why he'd suddenly lost interest in Kurt and the movie but she was soon distracted by Mike who was making yet another pitch for a dance solo. Blaine sent his friend a silent "thank you" which was met with a knowing nod and a discussion with Rachel that seemed to last for hours.
Blaine Anderson might be a total failure when it came to meeting his idols but when it came to his friends he'd done pretty good.
When the final bell rang he didn't bother racing out of the door like everyone else, but headed for his locker to grab his English book. Maybe he could drown his weekend in additional work and try to forget what a fool he'd made of himself. As he walked up to his locker he noticed an envelope taped to it. Whoever put it there must have done it after the bell because normally stuff like that didn't stay up on lockers that long.
Pulling it down he turned it over, still finding no clue as to what it was or who it was from. He untucked the flap and peered inside.
A small white swipe card was inside and Blaine's breath hitched a little as he pulled it out. The only thing on the card was a time - 9pm - written by a sharpie on the plastic. He turned it over but there were no other clues as to who it was from. The hallway was empty and there was no sound indicating anyone was left nearby.
English book forgotten, Blaine pocketed the card and envelope, turned and walked away. His fingers clutched to it all the way home as if it would somehow disappear if he let it out of his sight while his mind raced with every possibility.
At 8:55 he was outside the school again, looking at the (different) security guard by the door. The handwriting wasn't Cooper's but that didn't mean he couldn't have arranged it. And who else would have known which was his locker?
Deciding that he had the best brother ever, Blaine slipped out of the car at 8:58 and walked up to the guard, trying to look and act as if he had every right to be there. With a shaking hand he held out the card to him and was suddenly hit with a wave of panic. He'd assumed that it was a swipe card for the set but what if it wasn't? What if it was for something else and he was about to make a fool of himself?
Worse still, what if it wasn't from Cooper? What if someone had stolen the card and the picture now coming up on the guard's handset was someone else. Maybe some woman or someone so obviously not him (oh god, what if someone had stolen Kurt's card and given it to Blaine as a joke - or a gift - and wanted to meet him by his locker at 9pm?) that by the time the card beeped as it registered Blaine had convinced himself he was about to be tackled to the ground and arrested.
"Anderson, huh?" the guard said. (Oh god it was Cooper's card they stole. Maybe they just wanted Blaine to return it.) "Coop's little brother?"
"...Yeah," Blaine said quietly. "I was given the card, it says 9pm on it-"
"A few minutes early isn't a bad thing, kid," the guard said, stepping aside and grabbing the handle. "Sure you know this school better than me. They're in the astronomy room."
Blaine was halfway through the door before the hand clamped down on his shoulder and he'd decided that the Universe just had it in for him. He turned, preparing himself to be thrown out, but instead the card was returned to him with a smile.
If this was a joke, Blaine decided when the door was shut behind him, it was the most elaborate one yet.
With every step Blaine was waiting for someone to grab him, to be told that he wasn't supposed to be here and that he will have to leave, but no one appeared.
"Blaine, right?" he was greeted at the astronomy room. "I'm Mercedes," the woman introduced, holding out her hand, "and by your reaction I'm sure that your brother has told you about me?"
"A few things, yeah," Blaine laughed. "I'm sure it's all lies."
"Not a word of it," Mercedes grinned. "Well, not much anyway. Don't look so scared, I try to save the game face for the press. They expect me to be fierce now so I have to play the part. But really, you do right by me and Kurt I'm fine by you. Come on, they're waiting."
Blaine fell into step beside Mercedes as she headed out into the corridor. "I'm sorry but I'm a bit confused. I got a card and I don't know who sent it or why or-"
"Hi," Kurt said.
Blaine stopped in his tracks - this was the one thing that never occurred to him.
"I'll give you a minute to work out what you're going to say back," Kurt said gently.
"You can't hold yesterday against me," Blaine replied, "I was distracted."
"By what?"
"By the sequins," Blaine said without thinking. "You can't expect a guy to hold calm and rational and kind thoughts when you're faced with that."
"So you thought it looked stupid too?"
"I..." Blaine sighed. He was in this deep. "Not your best outfit."
"Very tactful," Kurt smiled.
"Did nothing for your waist and you suit brighter colours," Blaine said, trying desperately to get his mouth to stop talking before Mercedes realised he wasn't 'doing right' by Kurt and he got offended and arranged a restraining order.
Instead Kurt just laughed. "At least my legs looked good in the heels. Although I'm trying not to ask where they got those in my size in Ohio."
Blaine felt a sudden rush of relief through his body and while the nerves were still there they were no longer crippling. "Can I ask you something?" he ventured. "Why did you send me that card?"
"Because I wanted to spend more than thirty seconds with you and get beyond the initial 'hi', Kurt said, his mouth curling up into a smile which made Blaine want to preserve this moment forever. "And because I wanted to thank you for your letter."
"...Y-y-you read it?"
"Of course I did. Several times. It's... Really? Everything you said?"
"Yeah," Blaine said quietly.
"I'm... I'm so sorry," Kurt whispered, reaching out and putting his hand on Blaine's arm.
"Things are better now. Better here if you can believe it."
"Really? After what happened to me I couldn't wait to get out of public school."
"I wish it were an option," Blaine said. "Well, I did. Coming here was hard but once I settled in, joined the glee club... I was scared about coming out again but Rachel and Mike-"
"They're the ones you talked about?"
"-yeah, they made it... less scary somehow. They didn't care if I was gay, straight, whatever. All Rachel really cares about is whether or not I can match her vocally!"
"What?"
"Glee club. She and I are the club leads, we've got Regionals in a few weeks."
"You must be excited. I remember I was."
"You were in your glee club?"
"Yeah," Kurt smiled. "We were pretty good actually, even won once."
"Regionals?"
"Nationals," Kurt smiled.
"When?" Blaine asked. "Last year was a club from Texas and the year before that it was the Warblers; they're from Westerville, here in Ohio. I think the year before that was a group from Wisconsin and you're not that much older than me-"
"You think you've got a chance?" Kurt asked quickly.
"Maybe. Rachel's really good-"
"So are you," Kurt said. "Cooper showed me a video."
"He did?"
"He's really proud of you. Never shuts up about his little brother. Apparently you're going to be bigger than both of us?"
"Oh god," Blaine moaned. "It's all lies, I swear."
"It was all good, don't worry," Kurt laughed.
"In which case it was all lies," Blaine laughed in response.
"Even the bit about the locker shrine? Because I quite liked that," Kurt smiled. "Maybe I should have tried to open it and have a look."
Blaine had suddenly paled as he imagined Cooper going on and on about how much Blaine liked - no, loved Kurt - about the locker shrine and the magazine collection that wasn't even close to the kind of magazine collection most boys his age had. About the blogs and the message boards and the pictures and everything and suddenly all he could see were the two of them laughing about it, laughing about him and everything became white noise around him.
"Are you OK?" Kurt asked, bringing Blaine back to himself.
"I... yeah, just... What exactly did Coop tell you?"
"Nothing bad, I promise," Kurt said, sensing Blaine's concern.
"What counts as 'nothing bad'?"
"Just... stuff. I don't know. Glee and your singing and how proud he is, the fact you're a fan-"
"Oh god," Blaine moaned, trying to hide behind his hands like it would make it all just go away.
"That's what you're worried about? Blaine, it's fine. I meet fans all the time."
"That's not true," Blaine said into his palms.
"OK, so not all the time. But a picture in your locker and an interview collection is nothing, trust me."
"I should go," Blaine said, pulling his hands away. "I should go before I embarrass myself any further."
"You're not embarrassing yourself, I promise," Kurt tried to soothe him. "I won't force you to stay if you don't want to. There's a couple of scenes left to shoot and I thought you could watch, we could chat some more-"
"Why?" Blaine asked.
"What?"
"Why me? Thousands of people would kill - probably literally - to be where I am right now. Kids whose lives you're affecting-"
"According to your letter you're one of them," Kurt said.
"-and you choose me. The little brother of your co-star. Is this about appearances or something? Keeping Cooper happy for a happy workplace?"
"Blaine, I learned early on that silly YouTube videos will keep your brother happy."
Blaine couldn't help but laugh at that but he felt the tension knot in his chest all the same.
"I asked you to come here because after reading your letter I wanted to... needed to speak to you I guess."
"But why? My story's hardly unique. Every other post online has a variation on it and there are dozens who have it so much worse, even here in Ohio. You could have reached out to any of them."
"I'm not box ticking if that's what you think," Kurt said, his voice taking on a sharper tone. "This isn't Kurt Hummel's Good Deed you know? I get those letters, every single one and if I could then I'd meet every single one of them too. But I can't, even practicalities aside. But you? You I can. You're my co-star's brother, you want to get into this life... It was easy to swing."
"Easy to swing," Blaine muttered. "Right."
"Don't take it like that, please."
"I'm still trying to figure out why someone like you would even spend five minutes with-"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence," Kurt warned. "I'm not like that. I promise you there was no hidden motive in this."
"Really?" Blaine asked, trying to replace the knot in his chest with hope.
"Really," Kurt said, putting his hand back on Blaine's arm. "And honestly? I don't know why you. Maybe it was because I could, maybe it was because... you're me in a way."
Blaine scoffed slightly at that. "Since when was I in your league?"
"What league?"
"Guys like me and guys like... well, you."
"What about it?" Kurt asked. "Coop said you're a Junior, right? We're about the same age, same interests, same background-"
"I must have missed the interview where you were-"
"Beaten up?" Kurt finished. "Not every aspect of my life is in the press, Blaine." Kurt caught Blaine's look and shook his head gently. "I wasn't, my dad pulled me out before it got that far. One too many threats of it though."
"I never even got those," Blaine said quietly. "It just... happened."
"I'm so sorry."
"It wasn't your fault. And trust me, you are making things better."
"Then I'm glad," Kurt smiled and the knot in Blaine's chest loosened a little. "Please stay?"
"I..."
"Please?"
Blaine had a pretty good imagination. He'd thought about this, fantasised even about what he would do if he ever got the chance to meet Kurt, spend more than thirty seconds with him. He'd always been realistic about the setting; an event of some kind with hundreds if not thousands of others like him. Where he was a face in the crowd, one of many. But this? This was quiet, almost... intimate? Just them on a film set late one Friday night.
"Yes. OK," he said eventually. "Just... warn me if I'm about to make a fool of myself, OK?"
"Is that a real possibility?" Kurt laughed.
*
Blaine's phone had been buzzing with 'get well soon!' texts but guilt had prevented him from reading them. Rachel had alternated between wishing him a speedy recovery and demanding a speedy recovery because Regionals was in just over a week and there wasn't enough time to train up a suitable replacement if his throat wasn't better soon.
He knew that wouldn't be a problem for one reason.
There wasn't anything wrong with his throat.
It was stupid, the chances of running into Kurt at the school were non-existent given they weren't due to be filming there but the only place he knew he'd be safe from anyone who had anything to do with that stupid film would be if he hid away in his room. Which he'd done since late Friday night when he'd come home - even Cooper had avoided him, not wanting to get sick and hold up production.
Blaine was more than happy with that.
He caught up on the books he meant to read, watched movies he'd not seen in ages and soon he found himself updating his iTunes library. There were a couple of emails in his inbox, two from Rachel: one outlining a herbal remedy she and her dads had always found useful for bad throats; one with a revised rehearsal schedule, taking into account a slow return to full health.
Once he'd cleared those a new one dropped in from someone he didn't recognise. At first he thought it could be spam but that would be some pretty intuitive spam to say "Get Well Soon" as a subject line so he clicked on the mail from 'Elias Hamilton'.
Hey Blaine!
Your brother gave me your email address - I did ask for your cell but he said you're resting your voice so I guess this is better?
I hope you're better in time for Regionals. From what I hear around the school you're more than 'good', Blaine. I know you said in your letter that you were hoping to get into NYADA but you didn't think you were good enough - trust me. You are.
Anyway, I just wanted to say that. Get well soon.
Oh, and please don't share this address with anyone. I know you won't but Mercedes makes me ask everyone I email from this account. It's nice to have one address that's private, just mine. But if you wanted to drop me a line - at anytime - then I honestly don't mind. I really enjoyed Friday and while I can't promise we'll get to do it again I would like to stay in touch.
Kurt
PS - because I know you'll ask! My mother's name was Elizabeth Hamilton. Elias is a male version of Elizabeth. My way of remembering where my roots are I guess.
Before he could talk himself out of it, Blaine hit reply. If he was lucky he could catch Kurt before he returned to work.
Kurt,
Thank you for the wishes but I'm afraid they were offered under false pretences. I won't share your email address if you promise not to tell anyone that I'm not actually sick.
Blaine
He'd written and deleted a paragraph about Friday so many times that he decided that he'd like to go back to forgetting about it.
Blaine,
Pulling a sickie? That is naughty of you! I promise your secret is safe but I need details. Did Rachel Berry finally get to you? Is the pressure of an expected win making you crack? Are you unable to return to the normality of life after I introduced you to the amazing world of movie production?
Kurt
Kurt,
After Friday night I just wanted to hide.
Blaine
Now I wish I had made your brother give me your cell number because then I could actually tell you this.
You have NOTHING to be embarrassed about. I'm the one who should be sorry - there was no reason for him to speak to you that way. I don't care that you're a fan (and by that I mean that it doesn't bother me) and I don't care that you're online blogging about me. I care that you didn't say a word about Friday to anyone.
I may have Googled on Saturday, just to be sure.
If it weren't for people like you then I'd not have a job and I have never lost sight of that, even if some idiots on our set have. So please, PLEASE don't feel bad about it. Mercedes may have even offered to see about getting him fired if that makes you feel any better? But the short version is this - you are not now, and in my eyes you have never been, some "crazy fan with nothing better to do".
You shouldn't feel like you need to hide who you are and what you're into. I keep telling my fans that who they are is something to be celebrated and that goes for you too. Next time you come on set it will be different, I promise.
That's if you want a next time. I'd understand if you don't but I'd still like to stay in touch, even after the movie's wrapped.
Kurt
Blaine read the email a couple of times, wondering what to make of that. He'd felt so small and so silly on Friday; being mocked by some bit-part co-star for being a fan, for following Kurt's career and now the man himself like (and this had been his favourite description) like a lovesick teenager.
Because he was. Because it was stupid and silly and he knew that logically they weren't even proper friends, but he really liked Kurt. If they'd been boys somewhere else, some place where Kurt's name wasn't known across the country and Blaine's name wasn't synonymous with freak, then maybe Blaine would ask him out.
Or maybe he'd be just as nervous and just as sure that he wasn't meant for guys like Kurt. Anyway, if he weren't famous and private and protective of everything to do with his personal life then Kurt would have a boyfriend already. Someone tall and muscular and tanned and everything Blaine wasn't.
But it didn't stop him wanting.
He wanted to spend time with Kurt, he wanted to talk with him some more and he wanted to tell Kurt every last secret and wish and desire that he had ever had and know that he'd found someone who would not only listen but keep his secrets. And god help him he wanted Kurt. Wanted him in the way that he'd wanted, dreamed about, fantasised about for months - years?
It was just a fantasy, he reminded himself, just a dream. Because guys like him didn't get guys like Kurt for boyfriends.
But maybe friends?
For half an hour on Friday, before that... idiot had waded in with his comments and his remarks and his skill at making Blaine feel about three inches tall (something he was never telling Cooper because he had just stopped with the short jokes). The idea that Kurt was on his side made him feel better, made him feel less like the crazed fan everyone seemed to think he was, and allowed him to... hope.
Kurt,
Thank you. It means a lot to hear that - and from you.
And I'd love to stay in touch. Who knows? Maybe we could catch up again before you wrap? I'm free far too much for someone my age, with the exception of the weekend after Regionals when I have tickets for the "Spring Fling Thing" (yes I swear that's what they're calling it) at Legend Valley.
After a moment's thought he typed out his cell number onto the bottom of the email (to save you having to bother Coop and get the third degree! ) and hit send before he could change his mind.
Within minutes his phone buzzed with a text from an unknown contact, just a simple smiley face but it was enough to make Blaine grin for the rest of the night.
*
Regionals came and went with a resounding victory for the New Directions. Rachel attributed Blaine's recovery to her rigorous rehearsal regime and supplemental diet nursing him back to health. Blaine knew most of the credit lay with "Elias" and their frequent message exchange.
"Someone special?" Rachel asked, moving into the seat beside Blaine on the bus ride back. "You've been texting all day, I bet you'd have tried to take it on stage with you if I'd not taken it off you."
"It's... a friend," Blaine said.
"A boy friend?" Rachel teased, peering over his shoulder. "Elias? Bit old fashioned. From your old school?"
"It's nothing like that before you start," Blaine warned, dodging the question and the lie he'd have to tell.
"Look, I just want you to be happy. And if this... Elias guy makes you happy then I'm happy for you. For you both."
"I'm happy you're happy," Blaine laughed. "And I am happy."
"Good. Because we need to celebrate tonight!"
"All I want to do is sleep, Rach."
"You can sleep between now and the festival," she pointed out. "Tonight the New Directions are celebrating!" she cheered, prompting the bus to join her.
Blaine knew he was never going to get out of this and so he resigned himself to a night in the Berry household. Besides, how bad could it be?
*
If you'd asked Tina that twenty-four hours later she'd have had plenty to tell you.
*
"How bad is it?" Kurt asked.
"Bad enough," Blaine replied. "Thankfully her ankle's not broken but she's got to stay off it for a while."
"I'm confused. When you called you said you had good news and then you tell me about Tina and unless you're harbouring some serious negative thoughts towards her I fail to see how this is good news."
"It's good news because now I have an extra ticket for the festival this weekend. And I've already checked Coop's schedule, I know you're not filming."
"And you want me to come?" Kurt asked.
"If you want. You seemed interested when I mentioned it but if you don't want-"
"No, I want," Kurt said quickly, "it's just... not that easy."
"You worried about being recognised?"
"Partly," he admitted, "but I have a strategy for that."
"Worried about Mercedes then?"
"For the most part," Kurt laughed. "The only way to get away from her would be to just leave everything behind and I can't leave my cell. There are people who... I need to be contactable."
"Give them my number," Blaine heard himself say. "If you want that is. If that's all that's stopping you and you're worried-"
"You mean that?" Kurt asked.
"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't."
"And the friends you're going with, Rachel and...?"
"Mike."
"They... OK?" Kurt asked, the unspoken question hanging across the open line.
"Absolutely. You can trust them. I promise you, Kurt, all this is... it's an invitation to come to the music festival, that's all. I'm not trying to gain anything from this, except..."
"Except what?" Kurt prompted when Blaine trailed off.
"Time with you? If you still wanted to... I mean, you said that... and I thought that you'd appreciate the escape and you said in one of your emails that you used to go to festivals all the time before it all kicked off and I thought that-"
"Blaine!" Kurt laughed, cutting into his speech. "I would love to come."
"Really?"
"Really. If you say they can be trusted then I trust you. And using your number would be great, thank you. I'll text you with some details later?"
"Shouldn't I be saying that to you?" Blaine asked.
"You'll understand," Kurt said and Blaine could swear he heard a smile on the other end. "Do I need anything?"
"Yourself. And maybe a tent. We have a pitch that will do three without too much hassle. I was taking mine but I can share with Mike now Tina's not coming."
"You sure?"
"Of course."
"Can I ask a favour then?"
"Anything."
"Can I borrow your tent? Only I left mine in New York and I think trying to get one this week might raise a few eyebrows?"
"Fine," Blaine said, then he had to laugh. "You actually have a tent?"
"Maybe," Kurt laughed. "Something else for you to find out about me later?"
"I look forward to it then," Blaine said.
"They're calling for me, I need to go."
"OK, well enjoy the shoot."
"I will do," Kurt said and again Blaine could hear that smile. "I get to throw a drink over your brother in this scene."
"Oh what I'd give to be there!"
"And rob you of the opportunity to see it first on the big screen? No chance. Besides, it'll look better in the finished product."
"But it won't be as gratifying," Blaine said.
"Probably not. OK, I really have to go."
"Go, attack my brother with my blessing."
"Thank you," Kurt said, sounding choked up in a melodramatic way. "That means so much."
"Hanging up now," Blaine said before doing just that. He lay back on his bed and rested his phone thoughtfully against his mouth. He wasn't sure what this thing was between them but he was interested to see where it went. And this weekend would certainly do just that.
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