His Perfect Partner (30/?)
Title: His Perfect Partner (30/?)
Rating: NC-17 overall and this chapter
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, with appearances by Burt/Carole, Tina/Mike, Mercedes/Sam, Brittany/Santana, Rachel/Finn
Spoilers: None, but assume that anything through Season Three is fair game for inspiration.
Word Count: 2414
Summary: After five disappointing seasons on the show, professional dancer Kurt Hummel finally has his chance at ballroom glory. With actress and fan favorite Kim Schrodinger as his partner, Kurt vows to channel all his focus into winning that mirrorball trophy - distractions, including men, be damned. Enter Blaine Anderson, a gorgeous, confusing pop star who may turn out to be the biggest distraction of them all.
In This Chapter: Semifinals week gets off to a rocky start when Cooper decides to extend his stay.
Author's Note: This is a Dancing with the Stars/Glee crossover AU, in which Kurt grew up dancing and became a professional on the show in his mid-twenties, and Blaine is a pop star with a very private private life. Other familiar Glee faces, some actual DWTS pros, and a couple of OCs appear to round out the cast of characters. For the summer, I'm posting once a week so that I can keep up with real life things! I have a master glee post here, or follow my bff's tumblr for updates and some fun multi-media extras that will go along with some chapters. Thanks to
samzgurl,
wintercreek, and
gypsyangel25 for the beta as well as for general cheer-leading and fun times.
In the previous 72 hours, Kurt had decided that Wednesdays were evil, Thursdays didn’t have much potential, and Blaine’s brother was the most boundary-challenged dufus of a cockblock ever to walk the earth. His initial introduction to Coop had apparently been Coop on his best behavior, which meant that he had neither name-dropped nor immediately told an embarrassing story about Blaine. What he had done was cheerfully commandeer and then derail their plans for the evening, turning a quiet night in into a wild night out, complete with Coop dancing on the bar at some tiny, seedy club one of his clients had told him about. Blaine explained that Coop’s wife, who both Blaine and Coop adored, was the only one who could keep her husband from being an oblivious, embarrassing idiot. She was home in New York with the kids, though, and Kurt and Blaine were stuck with Coop.
“It’s not that he’s a bad guy, exactly,” Blaine had said as Kurt drove them to Blaine’s place, Coop snoring in the back seat. “He just doesn’t know when to stop and doesn’t realize that sometimes he should let other people have some of the spotlight.”
“So he’s an infantile attention whore with an impulse control problem?” Kurt asked.
“When you say it that way it sounds so bad,” Blaine said, but though he protested slightly, he didn’t disagree.
Kurt had dropped them off, getting only a chaste kiss goodnight once he and Blaine had managed to drag Coop into the guest room. Blaine mentioned that he usually got places with an extra bedroom since his brother often showed up unannounced and complained when he had to sleep on the couch. Kurt couldn’t decide how he should feel first: annoyed at Coop or baffled that Blaine didn’t tell him to grow up and stop being so irritating.
On Tuesday, any possible moments alone that Blaine and Kurt might have enjoyed were interrupted by Coop, who had decided to stay the week to catch up for lost time with his brother. Kurt was reasonably certain that he and Kim had made it through to the semifinals, so he spent his unexpected free time fretting about the next two dances. They would have samba, which was notoriously hard to master, and jive, Kurt’s least favorite dance style. Each dance by itself would be complicated enough. Both of them together, the only things standing between him and his first-ever finals, were maddening.
Tuesday night, following a routine and predictable results show in which Quinn and Mark got eliminated, Kurt got it into his head to host dinner for Blaine and Cooper at his house. He was already dangerously close to obsessing about the choreography he’d be starting the next day with Kim, and he thought the Blaine and Cooper Show, as he’d begun to think of the two brothers in his head, might be an ideal distraction. Plus, he might be able to park Coop in front of some terrible reality tv for a few minutes and get Blaine to himself for a change.
Kurt’s plans were once again derailed when Coop threw himself into Kurt’s backseat and announced that really, he was in the mood for some take-out, and didn’t they both just love that crazy sushi place on the other side of town? Kurt stopped the car before he could get all the way out of the parking lot.
“Give him your keys, Blaine,” Kurt said, glancing meaningfully into the back seat.
“Huh?” Blaine replied, but then seemed to catch on when Kurt rolled his eyes skyward. “Hey, Coop, why don’t you take my car and go pick out the sushi? You always know exactly what to get.”
“Laying it on a little thick, don’t you think?” Kurt said in an undertone. Then he watched in amazement as Coop snagged the keys and clambered out of the car, all the while keeping up a monologue about his prowess in sushi selection. “Wow.”
“I know my brother,” Blaine said, taking Kurt’s hand now that they were alone and on their way to Kurt’s place. “Make him feel important, and he’ll get out of your hair.”
“My hero,” Kurt said, bringing their clasped hands up to his chest.
“I do what I can,” Blaine smiled over at him, a wicked glint in his eye. “Now take me home. I want to make up for lost time.”
“Have I mentioned that I love the way you think? Because I do,” Kurt said, grinning back at him. “How long do you think we have?”
“With traffic? I’d guess an hour or two. Drive fast.” With that, Blaine applied himself to stroking Kurt’s arm and leaning close to whisper all the things he’d been thinking while he’d been missing Kurt for the last 24 hours. They made it home in record time.
Once they got inside, Kurt turned the lock securely behind them, and Blaine, already half-hard and desperate, wrapped himself around Kurt from behind. His lips found the sensitive spot at the base of Kurt’s neck and his hands sought out skin, one sliding up Kurt’s chest while the other slid snugly into the front of Kurt’s pants.
“In a hurry?” Kurt said breathlessly, bracing his hands against the door and arching back into Blaine.
“God, yes,” Blaine said. He pushed Kurt’s shirt up until Kurt took it all the way off, and then focused on the button of Kurt’s pants. “Can’t trust my brother not to interrupt.”
“Bedroom,” Kurt said, turning in Blaine’s arms. He kissed Blaine and then grabbed him by the wrist to lead him down the hall.
Kurt had just gotten Blaine’s shirt off and was sliding his zipper down when Blaine’s phone rang. Blaine looked at the display, groaned, and answered it.
“What, Coop?”
“Seriously? He’s calling now?” Kurt caught Blaine’s eye, and Blaine just looked at him helplessly.
Kurt listened to their conversation, which seemed to be about what kind of drink paired best with sushi, with half his attention. The other half was focused on getting Blaine out of his jeans.
“Coop, just pick whatever you think is best,” Blaine said, trying to swat Kurt away. Instead, Kurt finished getting him naked and then maneuvered him over to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Feel free to keep talking,” Kurt whispered, settling on his knees in front of Blaine and running his hands up Blaine’s thighs. “I’m busy.”
“You’re evil,” Blaine said quietly, but at least he’d stopped trying to make Kurt behave. “What, Coop? No, nothing. Wine sounds fine. Sake’s probably a bad idea the night before a lot of rehearsal.”
The phone call continued, but Kurt tuned it out. He leaned in to kiss down Blaine’s chest, pausing to lick across one nipple and then to bite gently over Blaine’s hipbone. Blaine still had one hand to his ear, holding his phone, but the other came to rest on Kurt’s shoulder, gripping tightly.
Finally, when Kurt had mouthed up the length of Blaine’s cock and was teasing under the head with his tongue, Blaine mumbled goodbye to his brother and tossed his phone to the far side of the bed.
“Sweetheart, you’re killing me,” Blaine said, both hands now in Kurt’s hair. “In an awesome way, but still.”
“You’re welcome,” Kurt said sweetly, looking up briefly before sinking his lips down over Blaine’s cock. He moaned at the taste and the feeling of Blaine in his mouth, which made Blaine whimper and grip his hair more tightly. They were locked in an erotic feedback loop of hands and lips, touch and suction, which was only broken when Blaine began pulling Kurt up toward him.
“I want you - naked and over me,” Blaine said, pushing at Kurt’s pants and kissing whatever skin he could reach. “Need to feel you, touch you.”
“You’re babbling, baby,” Kurt said. He shoved his pants and briefs the rest of the way down, and then pressed Blaine to the bed so he could settle against him. “But I love when you babble. I love how you feel.”
“Mmmmm,” Blaine agreed, wrapping his legs around Kurt’s hips so they fit more snugly together. “Love this. You feel so good. So strong and hot. Want to come just like this, together.”
“Anything for you,” Kurt said.
He sealed his mouth over Blaine’s, drinking in Blaine’s little whimpers and moans as they moved together. Blaine was already on edge from Kurt’s mouth on him, and Kurt wasn’t far behind, just from the thrill of getting Blaine off while he tried to carry on a conversation. Kurt propped himself on one elbow and slid his other hand down to grip Blaine’s ass, driving them closer together. Blaine felt so good like this, pliant but strong. Their cocks shifted against one another, sending little shockwaves up Kurt’s spine. Their proximity, the heat and urgency between them, was enough. It didn’t take long before they were shuddering in one another’s arms, Blaine coming first and Kurt following soon after.
Kurt stayed where he was, kissing Blaine deeply while their heart rates slowed and their bodies cooled. He knew they didn’t have much time until Coop came back, but he couldn’t bear to tear himself away.
Eventually, he pulled back just slightly, looking down at Blaine, who was staring up at him with a sated, gorgeous smile.
“You’re wonderful,” Blaine said, kissing Kurt’s cheeks and then his lips so sweetly that Kurt’s breath caught in his throat. “We should probably get up, though.”
“No,” Kurt whispered, leaning back in for another kiss, and then one more. He wanted to stay right here forever, sweaty and gross and skin-to-skin with his beautiful man.
“I know, sweetheart. I definitely owe you one,” Blaine said.
“I plan to collect on that,” Kurt replied.
“Come shower with me,” Blaine said, rolling them so he could get up and pull Kurt after him. “And you can tell me all about it.”
***
On the balance, Tuesday had turned out pretty great. Coop was a lot easier to deal with once Kurt was relaxed and sated, and his inability to shut up had meant that Kurt could stare at Blaine all evening without anyone calling him out on it. But eventually, Blaine had taken Coop home, citing the need for sleep before a long day of rehearsals, and Kurt had been right back to where he started: alone and still stressed about the next two dances.
Kurt had gotten so used to having Blaine around to lean on as the stress of the competition increased that he barely remembered how to handle it on his own. So instead, he did what he did best - he obsessed. He ran through both dances in his head and in his living room until every piece of choreography was engraved permanently in his brain, and then after far too few hours of sleep he headed to the practice studio, where he did it all again. By the time Kim found him Wednesday morning, he was cranky and tired and in full-on perfectionist diva mode.
“This is going to be fun,” Kim commented dryly before handing over Kurt’s giant mocha. “Here. Have some caffeine and sugar and then play nice.”
“I just want it to be right,” Kurt said. From Kim’s expression, he knew he was dangerously close to whining.
“Kurtsie, my love,” Kim said, gathering him up like he was one of her children, “we’ll get there. Let’s take it one dance at a time, ok?”
“Yeah.” Kurt let himself sink into her comfort, hugging her close. “Jive choreo first, and then samba bounce. The rest can wait until tomorrow.”
“That’s the spirit.” Kim reached up to smooth Kurt’s hair back, and then kissed his cheek. “We make a good team, yeah?”
“I wouldn’t want to be going through this with anyone but you,” Kurt said honestly. Kim beamed at him and then went to change her shoes.
They worked steadily all morning, but by noon Kurt had a headache and Kim didn’t like the jive much more than he did. Though Kim picked up the choreography pretty well, inspiration was eluding them. And then over lunch, Kim fielded a series of phone calls from Molly and Jake’s school, letting her know that one and then both kids were starting to get sick. Even though she dispatched Grant to pick them up, Kurt could tell that her attention was elsewhere and cut their afternoon rehearsal short.
“Go home and check on your babies,” Kurt said. “We’ll pick up with this first thing tomorrow morning.”
“Are you sure?” Kim asked, but she was already gathering her things to go.
“Of course. Tell the munchkins to feel better. I’d have you give them kisses from me, but I don’t want you getting sick too.”
“No, sir,” Kim said, blowing him a kiss on her way out the door.
So Kurt was left with an empty, Kim- and Blaine-free afternoon and evening and no real work left to do. He didn’t even have a pro dance coming up to distract himself with. He would have gone over to bother Cedes, but she was out on a photo shoot for the afternoon, and he knew she had a standing Wednesday night date with Sam. Everyone was busy, and he wasn’t exactly fit for company at the moment anyway. Instead, he headed home to catch up on paperwork and phone calls. If he were lucky, he’d even be able to fit in some vacuuming. Clearly, his life was filled with excitement.
Thursday morning, groggy after too much sleep the night before, Kurt dragged himself to the studio and gave himself a pep talk. It was true that he didn’t love the jive or the samba, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t do a great job. He was a professional; he would manage. Somehow, he might even find some enthusiasm for the task. He had four days to get Kim up to speed and make their performances sparkle. He’d managed it for seven weeks so far, and there was no reason this one would be any different.
Four days, and two dances. Four days, and then they’d find out if they’d made it or not. He had to pull it off, because he couldn’t imagine what would happen if he didn’t. When the door to the studio opened and Kim appeared, Kurt took a deep breath, pasted on a smile, and got to work. Four more days.
Rating: NC-17 overall and this chapter
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, with appearances by Burt/Carole, Tina/Mike, Mercedes/Sam, Brittany/Santana, Rachel/Finn
Spoilers: None, but assume that anything through Season Three is fair game for inspiration.
Word Count: 2414
Summary: After five disappointing seasons on the show, professional dancer Kurt Hummel finally has his chance at ballroom glory. With actress and fan favorite Kim Schrodinger as his partner, Kurt vows to channel all his focus into winning that mirrorball trophy - distractions, including men, be damned. Enter Blaine Anderson, a gorgeous, confusing pop star who may turn out to be the biggest distraction of them all.
In This Chapter: Semifinals week gets off to a rocky start when Cooper decides to extend his stay.
Author's Note: This is a Dancing with the Stars/Glee crossover AU, in which Kurt grew up dancing and became a professional on the show in his mid-twenties, and Blaine is a pop star with a very private private life. Other familiar Glee faces, some actual DWTS pros, and a couple of OCs appear to round out the cast of characters. For the summer, I'm posting once a week so that I can keep up with real life things! I have a master glee post here, or follow my bff's tumblr for updates and some fun multi-media extras that will go along with some chapters. Thanks to
samzgurl,
wintercreek, and
gypsyangel25 for the beta as well as for general cheer-leading and fun times.
In the previous 72 hours, Kurt had decided that Wednesdays were evil, Thursdays didn’t have much potential, and Blaine’s brother was the most boundary-challenged dufus of a cockblock ever to walk the earth. His initial introduction to Coop had apparently been Coop on his best behavior, which meant that he had neither name-dropped nor immediately told an embarrassing story about Blaine. What he had done was cheerfully commandeer and then derail their plans for the evening, turning a quiet night in into a wild night out, complete with Coop dancing on the bar at some tiny, seedy club one of his clients had told him about. Blaine explained that Coop’s wife, who both Blaine and Coop adored, was the only one who could keep her husband from being an oblivious, embarrassing idiot. She was home in New York with the kids, though, and Kurt and Blaine were stuck with Coop.
“It’s not that he’s a bad guy, exactly,” Blaine had said as Kurt drove them to Blaine’s place, Coop snoring in the back seat. “He just doesn’t know when to stop and doesn’t realize that sometimes he should let other people have some of the spotlight.”
“So he’s an infantile attention whore with an impulse control problem?” Kurt asked.
“When you say it that way it sounds so bad,” Blaine said, but though he protested slightly, he didn’t disagree.
Kurt had dropped them off, getting only a chaste kiss goodnight once he and Blaine had managed to drag Coop into the guest room. Blaine mentioned that he usually got places with an extra bedroom since his brother often showed up unannounced and complained when he had to sleep on the couch. Kurt couldn’t decide how he should feel first: annoyed at Coop or baffled that Blaine didn’t tell him to grow up and stop being so irritating.
On Tuesday, any possible moments alone that Blaine and Kurt might have enjoyed were interrupted by Coop, who had decided to stay the week to catch up for lost time with his brother. Kurt was reasonably certain that he and Kim had made it through to the semifinals, so he spent his unexpected free time fretting about the next two dances. They would have samba, which was notoriously hard to master, and jive, Kurt’s least favorite dance style. Each dance by itself would be complicated enough. Both of them together, the only things standing between him and his first-ever finals, were maddening.
Tuesday night, following a routine and predictable results show in which Quinn and Mark got eliminated, Kurt got it into his head to host dinner for Blaine and Cooper at his house. He was already dangerously close to obsessing about the choreography he’d be starting the next day with Kim, and he thought the Blaine and Cooper Show, as he’d begun to think of the two brothers in his head, might be an ideal distraction. Plus, he might be able to park Coop in front of some terrible reality tv for a few minutes and get Blaine to himself for a change.
Kurt’s plans were once again derailed when Coop threw himself into Kurt’s backseat and announced that really, he was in the mood for some take-out, and didn’t they both just love that crazy sushi place on the other side of town? Kurt stopped the car before he could get all the way out of the parking lot.
“Give him your keys, Blaine,” Kurt said, glancing meaningfully into the back seat.
“Huh?” Blaine replied, but then seemed to catch on when Kurt rolled his eyes skyward. “Hey, Coop, why don’t you take my car and go pick out the sushi? You always know exactly what to get.”
“Laying it on a little thick, don’t you think?” Kurt said in an undertone. Then he watched in amazement as Coop snagged the keys and clambered out of the car, all the while keeping up a monologue about his prowess in sushi selection. “Wow.”
“I know my brother,” Blaine said, taking Kurt’s hand now that they were alone and on their way to Kurt’s place. “Make him feel important, and he’ll get out of your hair.”
“My hero,” Kurt said, bringing their clasped hands up to his chest.
“I do what I can,” Blaine smiled over at him, a wicked glint in his eye. “Now take me home. I want to make up for lost time.”
“Have I mentioned that I love the way you think? Because I do,” Kurt said, grinning back at him. “How long do you think we have?”
“With traffic? I’d guess an hour or two. Drive fast.” With that, Blaine applied himself to stroking Kurt’s arm and leaning close to whisper all the things he’d been thinking while he’d been missing Kurt for the last 24 hours. They made it home in record time.
Once they got inside, Kurt turned the lock securely behind them, and Blaine, already half-hard and desperate, wrapped himself around Kurt from behind. His lips found the sensitive spot at the base of Kurt’s neck and his hands sought out skin, one sliding up Kurt’s chest while the other slid snugly into the front of Kurt’s pants.
“In a hurry?” Kurt said breathlessly, bracing his hands against the door and arching back into Blaine.
“God, yes,” Blaine said. He pushed Kurt’s shirt up until Kurt took it all the way off, and then focused on the button of Kurt’s pants. “Can’t trust my brother not to interrupt.”
“Bedroom,” Kurt said, turning in Blaine’s arms. He kissed Blaine and then grabbed him by the wrist to lead him down the hall.
Kurt had just gotten Blaine’s shirt off and was sliding his zipper down when Blaine’s phone rang. Blaine looked at the display, groaned, and answered it.
“What, Coop?”
“Seriously? He’s calling now?” Kurt caught Blaine’s eye, and Blaine just looked at him helplessly.
Kurt listened to their conversation, which seemed to be about what kind of drink paired best with sushi, with half his attention. The other half was focused on getting Blaine out of his jeans.
“Coop, just pick whatever you think is best,” Blaine said, trying to swat Kurt away. Instead, Kurt finished getting him naked and then maneuvered him over to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Feel free to keep talking,” Kurt whispered, settling on his knees in front of Blaine and running his hands up Blaine’s thighs. “I’m busy.”
“You’re evil,” Blaine said quietly, but at least he’d stopped trying to make Kurt behave. “What, Coop? No, nothing. Wine sounds fine. Sake’s probably a bad idea the night before a lot of rehearsal.”
The phone call continued, but Kurt tuned it out. He leaned in to kiss down Blaine’s chest, pausing to lick across one nipple and then to bite gently over Blaine’s hipbone. Blaine still had one hand to his ear, holding his phone, but the other came to rest on Kurt’s shoulder, gripping tightly.
Finally, when Kurt had mouthed up the length of Blaine’s cock and was teasing under the head with his tongue, Blaine mumbled goodbye to his brother and tossed his phone to the far side of the bed.
“Sweetheart, you’re killing me,” Blaine said, both hands now in Kurt’s hair. “In an awesome way, but still.”
“You’re welcome,” Kurt said sweetly, looking up briefly before sinking his lips down over Blaine’s cock. He moaned at the taste and the feeling of Blaine in his mouth, which made Blaine whimper and grip his hair more tightly. They were locked in an erotic feedback loop of hands and lips, touch and suction, which was only broken when Blaine began pulling Kurt up toward him.
“I want you - naked and over me,” Blaine said, pushing at Kurt’s pants and kissing whatever skin he could reach. “Need to feel you, touch you.”
“You’re babbling, baby,” Kurt said. He shoved his pants and briefs the rest of the way down, and then pressed Blaine to the bed so he could settle against him. “But I love when you babble. I love how you feel.”
“Mmmmm,” Blaine agreed, wrapping his legs around Kurt’s hips so they fit more snugly together. “Love this. You feel so good. So strong and hot. Want to come just like this, together.”
“Anything for you,” Kurt said.
He sealed his mouth over Blaine’s, drinking in Blaine’s little whimpers and moans as they moved together. Blaine was already on edge from Kurt’s mouth on him, and Kurt wasn’t far behind, just from the thrill of getting Blaine off while he tried to carry on a conversation. Kurt propped himself on one elbow and slid his other hand down to grip Blaine’s ass, driving them closer together. Blaine felt so good like this, pliant but strong. Their cocks shifted against one another, sending little shockwaves up Kurt’s spine. Their proximity, the heat and urgency between them, was enough. It didn’t take long before they were shuddering in one another’s arms, Blaine coming first and Kurt following soon after.
Kurt stayed where he was, kissing Blaine deeply while their heart rates slowed and their bodies cooled. He knew they didn’t have much time until Coop came back, but he couldn’t bear to tear himself away.
Eventually, he pulled back just slightly, looking down at Blaine, who was staring up at him with a sated, gorgeous smile.
“You’re wonderful,” Blaine said, kissing Kurt’s cheeks and then his lips so sweetly that Kurt’s breath caught in his throat. “We should probably get up, though.”
“No,” Kurt whispered, leaning back in for another kiss, and then one more. He wanted to stay right here forever, sweaty and gross and skin-to-skin with his beautiful man.
“I know, sweetheart. I definitely owe you one,” Blaine said.
“I plan to collect on that,” Kurt replied.
“Come shower with me,” Blaine said, rolling them so he could get up and pull Kurt after him. “And you can tell me all about it.”
***
On the balance, Tuesday had turned out pretty great. Coop was a lot easier to deal with once Kurt was relaxed and sated, and his inability to shut up had meant that Kurt could stare at Blaine all evening without anyone calling him out on it. But eventually, Blaine had taken Coop home, citing the need for sleep before a long day of rehearsals, and Kurt had been right back to where he started: alone and still stressed about the next two dances.
Kurt had gotten so used to having Blaine around to lean on as the stress of the competition increased that he barely remembered how to handle it on his own. So instead, he did what he did best - he obsessed. He ran through both dances in his head and in his living room until every piece of choreography was engraved permanently in his brain, and then after far too few hours of sleep he headed to the practice studio, where he did it all again. By the time Kim found him Wednesday morning, he was cranky and tired and in full-on perfectionist diva mode.
“This is going to be fun,” Kim commented dryly before handing over Kurt’s giant mocha. “Here. Have some caffeine and sugar and then play nice.”
“I just want it to be right,” Kurt said. From Kim’s expression, he knew he was dangerously close to whining.
“Kurtsie, my love,” Kim said, gathering him up like he was one of her children, “we’ll get there. Let’s take it one dance at a time, ok?”
“Yeah.” Kurt let himself sink into her comfort, hugging her close. “Jive choreo first, and then samba bounce. The rest can wait until tomorrow.”
“That’s the spirit.” Kim reached up to smooth Kurt’s hair back, and then kissed his cheek. “We make a good team, yeah?”
“I wouldn’t want to be going through this with anyone but you,” Kurt said honestly. Kim beamed at him and then went to change her shoes.
They worked steadily all morning, but by noon Kurt had a headache and Kim didn’t like the jive much more than he did. Though Kim picked up the choreography pretty well, inspiration was eluding them. And then over lunch, Kim fielded a series of phone calls from Molly and Jake’s school, letting her know that one and then both kids were starting to get sick. Even though she dispatched Grant to pick them up, Kurt could tell that her attention was elsewhere and cut their afternoon rehearsal short.
“Go home and check on your babies,” Kurt said. “We’ll pick up with this first thing tomorrow morning.”
“Are you sure?” Kim asked, but she was already gathering her things to go.
“Of course. Tell the munchkins to feel better. I’d have you give them kisses from me, but I don’t want you getting sick too.”
“No, sir,” Kim said, blowing him a kiss on her way out the door.
So Kurt was left with an empty, Kim- and Blaine-free afternoon and evening and no real work left to do. He didn’t even have a pro dance coming up to distract himself with. He would have gone over to bother Cedes, but she was out on a photo shoot for the afternoon, and he knew she had a standing Wednesday night date with Sam. Everyone was busy, and he wasn’t exactly fit for company at the moment anyway. Instead, he headed home to catch up on paperwork and phone calls. If he were lucky, he’d even be able to fit in some vacuuming. Clearly, his life was filled with excitement.
Thursday morning, groggy after too much sleep the night before, Kurt dragged himself to the studio and gave himself a pep talk. It was true that he didn’t love the jive or the samba, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t do a great job. He was a professional; he would manage. Somehow, he might even find some enthusiasm for the task. He had four days to get Kim up to speed and make their performances sparkle. He’d managed it for seven weeks so far, and there was no reason this one would be any different.
Four days, and two dances. Four days, and then they’d find out if they’d made it or not. He had to pull it off, because he couldn’t imagine what would happen if he didn’t. When the door to the studio opened and Kim appeared, Kurt took a deep breath, pasted on a smile, and got to work. Four more days.