Do What You Will (1/5)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~15k
Summary: Nothing worth having comes easy. A fix-it in which the weekend is that of Valentine's and Kurt has many things he's keeping from Blaine - the two of which are unrelated, of course.
A/N: I couldn't have gotten through this bugger without the support of the lovely, brilliant fallovermelikestars. Seriously, two in a million, love.
Other than that, I'd tag for spoilers but really most of this has nothing to do with what spoilers or rumors are circulating at the moment. I guess this could be construed as spec, so there you are. I've a neverending itch for fix-it fics so I scratched it myself.
Posted in full here at AO3
Incoming call: Kurt Hummel
8:46pm EST Wednesday, January 23
B: Hello?
K: Blaine. I just finished writing one of the best finals to ever be turned in for Theory 2B. Really, it was a dissertation on Sondheim's writing and it delved into the relationship between music and lyricism, but I stayed just under the word max. Knock knock, orange you proud of me?
K: Shoot, I'm talking your ear off again. Sorry, waiting for a cab. It is cold!
K: ...So, how are you?
B: You know, the interest doesn't sound more sincere when you add those pauses.
K: And here I was thinking I was coming away with Miss Congeniality.
B: (laughs)
K: You of all people should know it's sincere! I'd like to think that when it's not I fake it better.
B: I'm proud of you and this so-called mother of all finals. A little surprised you resisted compare-and-contrasting, to be honest...
K: Don't tempt me. It doesn't have to be submitted until Sunday night.
B: I just... How will we ever know for sure if he truly was the best composer of the century? Couldn't you perhaps add-
K: Don't say it.
B: Some multimedia elements to this bitch?
K: You horrible ass. I'm hanging up this instant, it's an essay and it shall remain that way.
B: I think it's my moral obligation to encourage such temptations, frankly. It's only fair after you bought me that online bowtie subscription.
K: You didn't answer my original question, Blaine.
B: What? I'm good. I thought I said I'm good.
K: Oh, okay then. Got any plans this evening?
B: Well, I mean, not-
K: Oh my God, as if you can shake me off that easily. Who do you think you're talking to?
B: (sighs) What more can I say? I could be better, I could know where I'm going to school in under eight months, I could know without a doubt that you and I are okay...
K: Oh.
B: I figure I can't direct all my anxiety at a whole 'nother state, even one as big as New York. You guys aren't withholding any answers to my life questions, are you?
K: I... I don't think we have any.
B: Right. Well.
K: Any plans for the weekend, maybe?
B: Not yet. If I end up at Sam's or Tina's it's usually just a text away.
K: That's pretty-
B: Small town? Predictable?
K: I was gonna say convenient, but.
B: (laughs faintly) I guess that works.
K: ...
B: Oh, hey. What do you have planned? Tonight? Or, uh, this weekend?
K: Haven't got a clue. My friend Liz from the fabric shop got free tickets to an improv show. It's a walk but alternatively, she's been begging to set me up, so it's not a hard choice.
B: Is it- it's not?
K: Yeah, well, maybe I'll indulge her once so she'll shut her trap, but it's not really... appealing, you know?
B: God, Kurt, can I, like, expedite some Malibu to your door?
K: (chortles) Trying to loosen up my tongue, huh? Why ever would you do that?
B: Could you just- um, would you elaborate on what's not appealing. Like, would that be dating in general, going on a blind date...?
K: I'm waiting for that delivery, but nothing's happening. I'll give you a minute more, I guess.
B: I will owe you that drink, I promise.
K: ...Mm-hmm. Well, I'm feeling something like chatty or generous tonight. Let's put it this way. And keep in mind, you can't blame me if getting back to total honesty between us takes some getting used to. Can't blame me if you don't like what you hear.
B: Honesty's... a good policy.
K: So, say you've grown up trying to find a cologne that really suits you. There'd been some before that smelled really sweet, or maybe burned fast with a whole lot of sex appeal. Those didn't work out, but that wasn't the end of the world. So you kept looking for one you had the right chemistry with. And then you find the right one - or at least, all signs point to that being the case - and you haven't changed vital parts of yourself to find that one cologne. Still with me?
B: Uh-huh.
K: You feel amazing, good in a way you never thought possible, knowing that its scent and feel and all the rest belong to you. And you're not the same when it's not around. Then you go away for a bit - maybe for a vacation, I don't know - and you leave it at home. Unbeknownst to you, your chemistry isn't gonna be the same when you're reunited. Sure, you change, maybe you try some other fragrances while you're out: on your wrist, in passing... Meanwhile, some anonymous face is coming in and and trespassing and stealing that signature, precious thing from both of us. Actually, no, the cologne is willingly going... And that faceless asshole has no idea what he has in his hands, or what bond he's shattered...
B: And the cologne?
K: God, Blaine, it doesn't do to focus on blame at this stage in the game, no one comes away clean, but wouldn't you agree we had a good thing going?
B: Of course, Kurt, you know-
K: Wait, stop. We already did this. What I was trying to say... So I know of this amazing chemistry I had once with someone else. I am also well aware that if I go looking, I could come up with twenty names that would be proud to be associated with mine. And we could go well together, but it might not be the spark I had with... the first one. What feels like ages ago, you put a smile on my face where there hadn't been one for long, lonely years.
(a long pause)
K: Look. I know we're both dedicated to mending that bond. I hope you take it as me being nothing but sincere and forthcoming when I say it might never end up like that again - not that I don't want it to, it just might not.
B: I know.
K: And if you knew how good this cologne of yours could be, then you wouldn't want it to come out on top just because it was first, right? And definitely not if some rat bastard at Karl Lagerfeld defames his whole legacy by changing the damn formula.
B: It's a miracle I'm still hanging onto your metaphors, Kurt.
K: (laughs, a brash nervous exhale) I know, I know. That's why I - (a pause) - keep you around.
B: So...what you're trying to say is you may or may not be in the market for a new cologne, but not just yet?
K: Oh, I don't know. My old one still smells pretty good, don't you think?
B: I... don’t even know how to respond to that.
K: Well I have to go do some terribly riveting new student paperwork. Next time I call you’re gonna be the one talking my ear off for a change, alright?
B: (sighs) I have some big shoes to fill.
K: Shut up. Night.
B: Night, Kurt.
Next chapter
Word Count: ~15k
Summary: Nothing worth having comes easy. A fix-it in which the weekend is that of Valentine's and Kurt has many things he's keeping from Blaine - the two of which are unrelated, of course.
A/N: I couldn't have gotten through this bugger without the support of the lovely, brilliant fallovermelikestars. Seriously, two in a million, love.
Other than that, I'd tag for spoilers but really most of this has nothing to do with what spoilers or rumors are circulating at the moment. I guess this could be construed as spec, so there you are. I've a neverending itch for fix-it fics so I scratched it myself.
Posted in full here at AO3
Incoming call: Kurt Hummel
8:46pm EST Wednesday, January 23
B: Hello?
K: Blaine. I just finished writing one of the best finals to ever be turned in for Theory 2B. Really, it was a dissertation on Sondheim's writing and it delved into the relationship between music and lyricism, but I stayed just under the word max. Knock knock, orange you proud of me?
K: Shoot, I'm talking your ear off again. Sorry, waiting for a cab. It is cold!
K: ...So, how are you?
B: You know, the interest doesn't sound more sincere when you add those pauses.
K: And here I was thinking I was coming away with Miss Congeniality.
B: (laughs)
K: You of all people should know it's sincere! I'd like to think that when it's not I fake it better.
B: I'm proud of you and this so-called mother of all finals. A little surprised you resisted compare-and-contrasting, to be honest...
K: Don't tempt me. It doesn't have to be submitted until Sunday night.
B: I just... How will we ever know for sure if he truly was the best composer of the century? Couldn't you perhaps add-
K: Don't say it.
B: Some multimedia elements to this bitch?
K: You horrible ass. I'm hanging up this instant, it's an essay and it shall remain that way.
B: I think it's my moral obligation to encourage such temptations, frankly. It's only fair after you bought me that online bowtie subscription.
K: You didn't answer my original question, Blaine.
B: What? I'm good. I thought I said I'm good.
K: Oh, okay then. Got any plans this evening?
B: Well, I mean, not-
K: Oh my God, as if you can shake me off that easily. Who do you think you're talking to?
B: (sighs) What more can I say? I could be better, I could know where I'm going to school in under eight months, I could know without a doubt that you and I are okay...
K: Oh.
B: I figure I can't direct all my anxiety at a whole 'nother state, even one as big as New York. You guys aren't withholding any answers to my life questions, are you?
K: I... I don't think we have any.
B: Right. Well.
K: Any plans for the weekend, maybe?
B: Not yet. If I end up at Sam's or Tina's it's usually just a text away.
K: That's pretty-
B: Small town? Predictable?
K: I was gonna say convenient, but.
B: (laughs faintly) I guess that works.
K: ...
B: Oh, hey. What do you have planned? Tonight? Or, uh, this weekend?
K: Haven't got a clue. My friend Liz from the fabric shop got free tickets to an improv show. It's a walk but alternatively, she's been begging to set me up, so it's not a hard choice.
B: Is it- it's not?
K: Yeah, well, maybe I'll indulge her once so she'll shut her trap, but it's not really... appealing, you know?
B: God, Kurt, can I, like, expedite some Malibu to your door?
K: (chortles) Trying to loosen up my tongue, huh? Why ever would you do that?
B: Could you just- um, would you elaborate on what's not appealing. Like, would that be dating in general, going on a blind date...?
K: I'm waiting for that delivery, but nothing's happening. I'll give you a minute more, I guess.
B: I will owe you that drink, I promise.
K: ...Mm-hmm. Well, I'm feeling something like chatty or generous tonight. Let's put it this way. And keep in mind, you can't blame me if getting back to total honesty between us takes some getting used to. Can't blame me if you don't like what you hear.
B: Honesty's... a good policy.
K: So, say you've grown up trying to find a cologne that really suits you. There'd been some before that smelled really sweet, or maybe burned fast with a whole lot of sex appeal. Those didn't work out, but that wasn't the end of the world. So you kept looking for one you had the right chemistry with. And then you find the right one - or at least, all signs point to that being the case - and you haven't changed vital parts of yourself to find that one cologne. Still with me?
B: Uh-huh.
K: You feel amazing, good in a way you never thought possible, knowing that its scent and feel and all the rest belong to you. And you're not the same when it's not around. Then you go away for a bit - maybe for a vacation, I don't know - and you leave it at home. Unbeknownst to you, your chemistry isn't gonna be the same when you're reunited. Sure, you change, maybe you try some other fragrances while you're out: on your wrist, in passing... Meanwhile, some anonymous face is coming in and and trespassing and stealing that signature, precious thing from both of us. Actually, no, the cologne is willingly going... And that faceless asshole has no idea what he has in his hands, or what bond he's shattered...
B: And the cologne?
K: God, Blaine, it doesn't do to focus on blame at this stage in the game, no one comes away clean, but wouldn't you agree we had a good thing going?
B: Of course, Kurt, you know-
K: Wait, stop. We already did this. What I was trying to say... So I know of this amazing chemistry I had once with someone else. I am also well aware that if I go looking, I could come up with twenty names that would be proud to be associated with mine. And we could go well together, but it might not be the spark I had with... the first one. What feels like ages ago, you put a smile on my face where there hadn't been one for long, lonely years.
(a long pause)
K: Look. I know we're both dedicated to mending that bond. I hope you take it as me being nothing but sincere and forthcoming when I say it might never end up like that again - not that I don't want it to, it just might not.
B: I know.
K: And if you knew how good this cologne of yours could be, then you wouldn't want it to come out on top just because it was first, right? And definitely not if some rat bastard at Karl Lagerfeld defames his whole legacy by changing the damn formula.
B: It's a miracle I'm still hanging onto your metaphors, Kurt.
K: (laughs, a brash nervous exhale) I know, I know. That's why I - (a pause) - keep you around.
B: So...what you're trying to say is you may or may not be in the market for a new cologne, but not just yet?
K: Oh, I don't know. My old one still smells pretty good, don't you think?
B: I... don’t even know how to respond to that.
K: Well I have to go do some terribly riveting new student paperwork. Next time I call you’re gonna be the one talking my ear off for a change, alright?
B: (sighs) I have some big shoes to fill.
K: Shut up. Night.
B: Night, Kurt.
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