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Title: A Window
Author: TheJadeSabre923
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Um mention of sex
Spoilers: 3x22, Season 4 speculations
A/N: Like everyone else, I was a bit dissatisfied with tonight's finale. With all of the announcements and rumors/speculations about season 4, this came out.
Summary: Goodbye reaction fic. (Highlight to read) After being rejected from NYADA, Kurt Hummel came up with a plan. Which was turning out quite well until someone threw a wrench into it.
I apologize for any mistakes; this was a quick write and go to make some sense of the feelings I am having.
(The actual name of Sarah Jessica’s character has not been released so bear with me)
It was sheer, dumb luck that Samantha Daise saw his work. Kurt had made Rachel’s wedding dress (the second one since it had to be bad luck to wear the same dress twice), reassuring her that he didn’t resent her for going to NYADA without him.
“Laura Benati didn’t go to college,” he told her sadly. “Neither did Nathan Lane and they both have Tonys. And don’t forget Ms. Streisand. She’s won every major music and acting award known to man and didn’t go to college.” Kurt embraced her tightly. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. You just need to focus on blowing minds of all the Broadway produces before they see me.”
The June wedding had been beautiful. Rachel’s dads had gotten the chuppa they had said their commitment vows under and the Hudson-Hummel backyard was covered in fairy lights. The dress itself was a beautiful cream chiffon with a delicate lacy caped sleeve and a neckline that toyed with the boundary of sweetheart and a deep-v. Despite Kurt’s reservations about his best friend and brother marrying before either could legally drink, he had to admit the pair made a lovely couple.
Rachel Berry, well Hudson now, being who she was had plastered the internet with video and photos of her wedding, including several random bridal blogs. Photos of the dress, the chuppa, the cake, the flowers, even the meal had been floating around Tumblr, Facebook, MySpace, and Twitter for several weeks.
It still was hard. Rachel and Finn had moved into their shoebox New York apartment on the first of July. The only consolation prize of being stuck in Ohio while his step-brother followed Kurt’s dream was the four days Kurt had the house to himself. With Blaine’s parents were in London through the Olympics, the two of them were able to partake in the some of the greatest comfort sex known to man.
“Does it make me a bad boyfriend if I’m a little happy you didn’t get into NYADA…cause I get to be near you for a little longer,” asked Blaine, still basking in the afterglow of a truly masterful blow job.
Kurt placed a light kiss on Blaine’s inner thigh before crawling up the bed to cuddle.
“Ew, you’re all sweaty,” said Kurt with a smile as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend.
“Well whose fault is that?”
Kurt chuckled, pulling Blaine in closer, and the two of them basked in comfortable silence until Blaine’s breathing started to even out.
“Being able to still hold you is the only good thing to come out of this mess,” whispered Kurt, placing a kiss on Blaine’s temple. A light kiss on his neck told Kurt that Blaine had heard him.
It was the next morning the two of them came to the mutual decision that no good would come out of moping. The two of them would be moving into their own shoe box apartment next year come hell or high water. With help of his boyfriend, Kurt mad a plan. He would scourer the blogasphere for open auditions for workshops and the like in Chicago and would earn his equity card. Then, while Blaine attended college in New York, Kurt could barista and attend auditions.
At least that was the plan until an email threw a wrench into it in late September.
Since he was not living full time When he saw the email from a Daise, he assumed it was some circular from the Miller Daise website advertising some sale or another. Flagging it, he mentally noted to check it out later. The sensational new design duo of Miller and Daise had burst onto the fashion scene several years ago after consistently been worn by the best dressed of all the major red carpets. Kurt coveted several jackets in their spring menswear line. After searching through his inbox for replies from casting directors and sending off a few responses (‘Sorry I don’t have an equity card, but if you ever do hold open auditions please contact me.’), he opened it.
And promptly dropped his cup of coffee all over his white carpet.
Dear Mr. Kurt Hummel,
Earlier this week my partner, Ross Miller, and I came across one of your wedding dresses a bridal blog and were intrigued. We find your design both fresh and innovative. Furthermore we want to see more of your work. At your earliest convenience please send us a copy of your portfolio as well as a copy of your CV. If your other works are anything like what I have seen, I believe you could have a bright future at Miller Daise. I look forward to working with you and seeing your career develop. Please contact me at (212)-555-3962 or at sdaise@md.com.
Sincerely,
Samantha Daise
Creative Director
Miller Daise
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.”
hans holger albrecht
Author: TheJadeSabre923
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Um mention of sex
Spoilers: 3x22, Season 4 speculations
A/N: Like everyone else, I was a bit dissatisfied with tonight's finale. With all of the announcements and rumors/speculations about season 4, this came out.
Summary: Goodbye reaction fic. (Highlight to read) After being rejected from NYADA, Kurt Hummel came up with a plan. Which was turning out quite well until someone threw a wrench into it.
I apologize for any mistakes; this was a quick write and go to make some sense of the feelings I am having.
(The actual name of Sarah Jessica’s character has not been released so bear with me)
It was sheer, dumb luck that Samantha Daise saw his work. Kurt had made Rachel’s wedding dress (the second one since it had to be bad luck to wear the same dress twice), reassuring her that he didn’t resent her for going to NYADA without him.
“Laura Benati didn’t go to college,” he told her sadly. “Neither did Nathan Lane and they both have Tonys. And don’t forget Ms. Streisand. She’s won every major music and acting award known to man and didn’t go to college.” Kurt embraced her tightly. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. You just need to focus on blowing minds of all the Broadway produces before they see me.”
The June wedding had been beautiful. Rachel’s dads had gotten the chuppa they had said their commitment vows under and the Hudson-Hummel backyard was covered in fairy lights. The dress itself was a beautiful cream chiffon with a delicate lacy caped sleeve and a neckline that toyed with the boundary of sweetheart and a deep-v. Despite Kurt’s reservations about his best friend and brother marrying before either could legally drink, he had to admit the pair made a lovely couple.
Rachel Berry, well Hudson now, being who she was had plastered the internet with video and photos of her wedding, including several random bridal blogs. Photos of the dress, the chuppa, the cake, the flowers, even the meal had been floating around Tumblr, Facebook, MySpace, and Twitter for several weeks.
It still was hard. Rachel and Finn had moved into their shoebox New York apartment on the first of July. The only consolation prize of being stuck in Ohio while his step-brother followed Kurt’s dream was the four days Kurt had the house to himself. With Blaine’s parents were in London through the Olympics, the two of them were able to partake in the some of the greatest comfort sex known to man.
“Does it make me a bad boyfriend if I’m a little happy you didn’t get into NYADA…cause I get to be near you for a little longer,” asked Blaine, still basking in the afterglow of a truly masterful blow job.
Kurt placed a light kiss on Blaine’s inner thigh before crawling up the bed to cuddle.
“Ew, you’re all sweaty,” said Kurt with a smile as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend.
“Well whose fault is that?”
Kurt chuckled, pulling Blaine in closer, and the two of them basked in comfortable silence until Blaine’s breathing started to even out.
“Being able to still hold you is the only good thing to come out of this mess,” whispered Kurt, placing a kiss on Blaine’s temple. A light kiss on his neck told Kurt that Blaine had heard him.
It was the next morning the two of them came to the mutual decision that no good would come out of moping. The two of them would be moving into their own shoe box apartment next year come hell or high water. With help of his boyfriend, Kurt mad a plan. He would scourer the blogasphere for open auditions for workshops and the like in Chicago and would earn his equity card. Then, while Blaine attended college in New York, Kurt could barista and attend auditions.
At least that was the plan until an email threw a wrench into it in late September.
Since he was not living full time When he saw the email from a Daise, he assumed it was some circular from the Miller Daise website advertising some sale or another. Flagging it, he mentally noted to check it out later. The sensational new design duo of Miller and Daise had burst onto the fashion scene several years ago after consistently been worn by the best dressed of all the major red carpets. Kurt coveted several jackets in their spring menswear line. After searching through his inbox for replies from casting directors and sending off a few responses (‘Sorry I don’t have an equity card, but if you ever do hold open auditions please contact me.’), he opened it.
And promptly dropped his cup of coffee all over his white carpet.
Dear Mr. Kurt Hummel,
Earlier this week my partner, Ross Miller, and I came across one of your wedding dresses a bridal blog and were intrigued. We find your design both fresh and innovative. Furthermore we want to see more of your work. At your earliest convenience please send us a copy of your portfolio as well as a copy of your CV. If your other works are anything like what I have seen, I believe you could have a bright future at Miller Daise. I look forward to working with you and seeing your career develop. Please contact me at (212)-555-3962 or at sdaise@md.com.
Sincerely,
Samantha Daise
Creative Director
Miller Daise
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.”
hans holger albrecht