The Pianist and his Dancer (part 9/?)
Media: Fic
Title: The Pianist and his Dancer
Rating: M
Spoilers: none. trololol it's au.
Warnings: creys.
Word Count: 345 words (this part)
Summary: Blaine is a college student who starts work as a pianist at the McKinley School of Dance. He easily impresses the students with his adorkable ways, but his evil employer Sue Sylvester and her favourite student Kurt Hummel, aren't so easily swayed...
As the curtain rose Blaine blinked in the bask of the thousands of lights that glittered down on him. He smiled, secretly loving the stage. Soon enough all these people would be here for him.
He just had to get past this performance first. Well… and another three years at college.
But that wasn’t the point.
This was Kurt’s turn. And he wasn’t going to fuck it up for him.
His practiced fingers poured out the melody that he had spent so many nights tirelessly slaving over as Kurt came bouncing out from behind stage.
Literally. His dance was a grande allegro.
“Grande” was a freaking understatement. It was the biggest piece that Blaine had ever played. He refused to even look at Kurt, lest he get distracted, lose his focus and fuck up the whole piece.
He managed to power through, his exertion becoming clear as his face contorted in concentration and a light sweat of combined nerves and effort began to trail down his face, beads glistening at the pours in his fingers…
The piece continued, building and building. It swelled to it’s highest peak before coming down in a giant crescendo of scales… the part that Blaine was still not 100 percent confident with…
And then he made the worst mistake of his life.
His finger slipped.
And he lost his place, frantically attempting to improvise so he wouldn’t look like a total idiot…
But it was too late. He glanced up to see Kurt, show face still in place, attempting to dance through the music… but it was obvious that he was out of time, his steps in the wrong places.
When the piece finally came to a close the audience applauded politely and Kurt took his bow, still smiling.
Blaine took a neat bow (as he had been instructed to) too and fought off tears. He didn’t even deserve their polite applause. He wished he didn’t have to go backstage and face Kurt... and Sue.
It was over. He had lost his job.
And most importantly, he had lost Kurt.
~
a/n: don't hate me. PART 10
Title: The Pianist and his Dancer
Rating: M
Spoilers: none. trololol it's au.
Warnings: creys.
Word Count: 345 words (this part)
Summary: Blaine is a college student who starts work as a pianist at the McKinley School of Dance. He easily impresses the students with his adorkable ways, but his evil employer Sue Sylvester and her favourite student Kurt Hummel, aren't so easily swayed...
As the curtain rose Blaine blinked in the bask of the thousands of lights that glittered down on him. He smiled, secretly loving the stage. Soon enough all these people would be here for him.
He just had to get past this performance first. Well… and another three years at college.
But that wasn’t the point.
This was Kurt’s turn. And he wasn’t going to fuck it up for him.
His practiced fingers poured out the melody that he had spent so many nights tirelessly slaving over as Kurt came bouncing out from behind stage.
Literally. His dance was a grande allegro.
“Grande” was a freaking understatement. It was the biggest piece that Blaine had ever played. He refused to even look at Kurt, lest he get distracted, lose his focus and fuck up the whole piece.
He managed to power through, his exertion becoming clear as his face contorted in concentration and a light sweat of combined nerves and effort began to trail down his face, beads glistening at the pours in his fingers…
The piece continued, building and building. It swelled to it’s highest peak before coming down in a giant crescendo of scales… the part that Blaine was still not 100 percent confident with…
And then he made the worst mistake of his life.
His finger slipped.
And he lost his place, frantically attempting to improvise so he wouldn’t look like a total idiot…
But it was too late. He glanced up to see Kurt, show face still in place, attempting to dance through the music… but it was obvious that he was out of time, his steps in the wrong places.
When the piece finally came to a close the audience applauded politely and Kurt took his bow, still smiling.
Blaine took a neat bow (as he had been instructed to) too and fought off tears. He didn’t even deserve their polite applause. He wished he didn’t have to go backstage and face Kurt... and Sue.
It was over. He had lost his job.
And most importantly, he had lost Kurt.
~
a/n: don't hate me. PART 10