The Pianist and his Dancer (part 12/14)
Media: Fic
Title: The Pianist and his Dancer
Rating: M
Spoilers: none. trololol it's au.
Warnings: you might get confused at the end. that is all.
Word Count: 1,378 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...
a/n: Uhh as you can see I changed the amount of story you're getting. Apologies for the slow update, I sorta lost my USB and am yet to find it (CAN I GET ONE OF YOU HUFFLEPUFF'S OUT THERE TO COME AND FIND IT FOR ME PLEASE?) so I had to re-write and it's kinda going in a bit of a different direction (lol what else is new?). I would have worked on it earlier but I've sort of been caught up in my own dancer problems (lol, the irony). I actually have an audition tomorrow with the Queensland Dance School of Excellence. Wish me luck haha!!! Masterpost of Fic Found Here
Holy fuck, Blaine thought as he pushed through the standardised double doors leading into the gaudily decorated McKinley High School gymnasium, what is this colourful wonderland?
Blaine smiled giddily at the pretty decorations, fiddling with the crepe paper that dangled from the ceiling. He could practically hear Kurt’s voice: “they’re tacky and don’t match the rest of the décor,” he might say. Blaine would nudge his shoulder playfully in return, insisting, “I think they’re adorable.”
Just like you.
A catchy Rebecca Black tune poured over the speakers as he strode through the whirling mass of bright coloured dresses, snazzy tuxes, bopping balloons and endless streamers. Blaine grinned as he caught sight of a group of guys performing the song onstage, thinking back to his own days in high school when he was the lead singer of his show choir.
His eyes moved quickly around the crowd, desperately seeking out Kurt’s glasz eyes. He had forgotten how big the attendance at prom was and was only met with unfamiliar faces, much to his dismay.
Finally he located a familiar face, rushing to the side of the girl with the sad lack of turnout (thanks to Sue, the only way he could identify the students was by whatever insult she plagued them with most frequently). He distantly recalled a glimmer of a name… Quinn. That was it.
He paced over to the middle of the floor, where the girl was currently dancing with a tall (like, really tall), slightly oafish looking boy who was vaguely familiar.
“Hi, Quinn!” he shouted over the music, tapping her on the shoulder. She let go of her partner, turning towards Blaine with an air of surprise.
“Blaine,” she exclaimed. “What are you doing here?” She looked him up and down with a smirk. “Well, don’t you look dapper?”
“Thanks,” Blaine beamed proudly. He hadn’t had much time to put thought into an outfit, pulling out the only suit he owned (a classic black tux) and gelling his hair neatly. He had donned his contacts for the occasion and opted for his favourite pink bowtie. He had absently grabbed a pink flower to match his tie, from one of the bushes outside his apartment building, pulling out another one on second thought (just in case Kurt wanted it…). “Do you think Kurt will approve?” he asked hopefully.
Quinn laughed sunnily. “You are so far gone,” she giggled. Blaine blushed.
“What was that about Kurt?” the tall boy asked gruffly, giving Blaine a strange look.
Blaine felt a brief flicker of recognition.
~
Daisies, Blaine thought absently as he ran his fingers gently across the piano keys. Kurt smells like daisies. He smiled as the flowery scent wafted through the studio doors, making his heart stammer excitedly.
Kurt was here.
Sneaking a glance over the piano case where he was scribbling in annotations for one of the syllabus pieces, he spotted Kurt being escorted in by a tall brunette. Jealousy stabbed through him at the sight of his arm resting easily around his shoulders.
Blaine’s eyes crept regretfully back to his music, fiddling with his inky pen as Sue strode into the studio.
“Porcelain, Frankenteen,” she greeted the boys in a familiar tone. Blaine’s eyes snuck back up. She knew Kurt’s boyfriend? “I’ve been expecting you.”
“Good to see you, coach,” the tall boy replied, looking rather frightened of the intimidating woman.
As he should be.
“Wish I could say the same Frankenteen,” Sue returned easily. “You see, hobbit two and Legolas over here haven’t stopped snarking about you for the past month. It’s ruining my practices. Choose your wench and get out.”
“Wait,” ‘Frankenteen’ said, sounding confused. Kurt rolled his eyes beside him. “If… Rachel is hobbit two… who’s hobbit two?”
“Seriously, Finn,” Kurt interjected, sounding torn between amusement and disgust, “that’s all you got out of all of that?”
“Hobbit one,” Sue said imperiously, pointing to Blaine who was still spying by the piano. “Eyebrows.”
Finn gave him a broad smile, and waved. Blaine winced a little and waved back hesitantly, hoping dearly that ‘Eyebrows’ wouldn’t catch on.
~
“Hi, Finn,” Blaine greeted him warily, recalling Mercedes filling him in later that evening. Finn was Kurt’s step brother and had dated both Quinn and Rachel, often getting caught between them.
“Hey… Eyebrows,” Finn returned in a tone that Blaine suspected was supposed to sound threatening, but was about as intimidating as Elmo. “So what do you want with Kurt?”
“Shut up, Finn,” Quinn snapped, turning her attention back to Blaine. “Where you looking for him?”
Blaine nodded. “Have you seen him?”
Quinn smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I haven’t. I’ll keep an eye out, though.”
“Thanks,” Blaine grinned. Quinn nodded and grabbed Finn again, making him dance with her.
Blaine continued his search through the crowd, sighing at his futile attempt. Kurt could be anywhere…
~
“Come on, Kurt,” Rachel whined, “I want to dance with you…”
“Please, boo,” Mercedes pushed. “You can’t be depressed forever.”
“It was only one dance competition,” Sam offered kindly. “There will be plenty more.”
Kurt sighed. They didn’t understand. They didn’t know the least of it.
“I’m sorry, guys,” he apologised sincerely. “I just… I’m not really in the prom sort of mood.”
“How can you not be in a prom mood,” Rachel deadpanned. “It is prom.”
Kurt sighed, not meeting any of their concerned stares, flickering his eyes up to the balloon dusted ceiling that made him feel slightly nauseous.
“I’m just tired, guys,” he muttered half-heartedly, although this was the most truth he had told this evening. He was tired. So tired. He hadn’t been getting any sleep lately and felt slightly light headed.
“Kurt, please,” Mercedes said softly, “we’re worried about you. Just let us help.”
Kurt closed his eyes. He couldn’t listen to this. Not now.
“I need the bathroom,” he mumbled, stalking off. He knew the girls would make Sam follow him there (or maybe he would even follow of his own accord), so he didn’t go there. He went straight out of the auditorium, straight into the cool, starry night.
The breeze brushed gently across his face as he strolled through the grass. He heard a classic old ABBA song playing in the distance as he climbed the steps out the back of the school. The cement clicked under his dress shoes as he paced upwards. Reaching the top he paused and leant against the metal fencing as another wave of tiredness washed over him.
The song was fleetingly familiar to him, like a song that he knew once before but hadn’t heard in years.
But of course, he recalled all the lyrics.
Mother says I was a dancer before I could walk
She says I began to sing long before I could talk
Oh, of course.
When Kurt had been a little boy, his mother used to play records around the house as she did the chores.
Kurt used to prattle around after her, humming along to her beautiful singing. He had gotten all his musical talents from her.
She had been amazing.
But I often wonder how did it all start?
Who found out that nothing could capture our heart like a melody can?
Well, whoever it was, I’m a fan
Her voice had always filled him with an inexplicable warmth. Her voice… so soothing… so…lovely.
But when she died, that magic left him. He hadn’t heard anyone with a voice like that ever.
Until he met Blaine.
So I say thank you for the music
The songs I’m singing
Thanks for all the joy they’re bringing
Who can live without it?
I ask in all honesty what would life be?
Without a song or a dance, what are we?
As the night air breathed over him, he felt himself growing wearier. He heard footsteps approaching in the distance, but his eyes were too tired to open. He was too tired to fight sleep. So tired. So tired of fighting.
He heard a gruff voice utter his last name, but he was too far gone to care.
The last thing he heard before descending into darkness was a voice crooning an old tune in his ear, their voice like honey.
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me PART 13
Title: The Pianist and his Dancer
Rating: M
Spoilers: none. trololol it's au.
Warnings: you might get confused at the end. that is all.
Word Count: 1,378 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...
a/n: Uhh as you can see I changed the amount of story you're getting. Apologies for the slow update, I sorta lost my USB and am yet to find it (CAN I GET ONE OF YOU HUFFLEPUFF'S OUT THERE TO COME AND FIND IT FOR ME PLEASE?) so I had to re-write and it's kinda going in a bit of a different direction (lol what else is new?). I would have worked on it earlier but I've sort of been caught up in my own dancer problems (lol, the irony). I actually have an audition tomorrow with the Queensland Dance School of Excellence. Wish me luck haha!!! Masterpost of Fic Found Here
Holy fuck, Blaine thought as he pushed through the standardised double doors leading into the gaudily decorated McKinley High School gymnasium, what is this colourful wonderland?
Blaine smiled giddily at the pretty decorations, fiddling with the crepe paper that dangled from the ceiling. He could practically hear Kurt’s voice: “they’re tacky and don’t match the rest of the décor,” he might say. Blaine would nudge his shoulder playfully in return, insisting, “I think they’re adorable.”
Just like you.
A catchy Rebecca Black tune poured over the speakers as he strode through the whirling mass of bright coloured dresses, snazzy tuxes, bopping balloons and endless streamers. Blaine grinned as he caught sight of a group of guys performing the song onstage, thinking back to his own days in high school when he was the lead singer of his show choir.
His eyes moved quickly around the crowd, desperately seeking out Kurt’s glasz eyes. He had forgotten how big the attendance at prom was and was only met with unfamiliar faces, much to his dismay.
Finally he located a familiar face, rushing to the side of the girl with the sad lack of turnout (thanks to Sue, the only way he could identify the students was by whatever insult she plagued them with most frequently). He distantly recalled a glimmer of a name… Quinn. That was it.
He paced over to the middle of the floor, where the girl was currently dancing with a tall (like, really tall), slightly oafish looking boy who was vaguely familiar.
“Hi, Quinn!” he shouted over the music, tapping her on the shoulder. She let go of her partner, turning towards Blaine with an air of surprise.
“Blaine,” she exclaimed. “What are you doing here?” She looked him up and down with a smirk. “Well, don’t you look dapper?”
“Thanks,” Blaine beamed proudly. He hadn’t had much time to put thought into an outfit, pulling out the only suit he owned (a classic black tux) and gelling his hair neatly. He had donned his contacts for the occasion and opted for his favourite pink bowtie. He had absently grabbed a pink flower to match his tie, from one of the bushes outside his apartment building, pulling out another one on second thought (just in case Kurt wanted it…). “Do you think Kurt will approve?” he asked hopefully.
Quinn laughed sunnily. “You are so far gone,” she giggled. Blaine blushed.
“What was that about Kurt?” the tall boy asked gruffly, giving Blaine a strange look.
Blaine felt a brief flicker of recognition.
~
Daisies, Blaine thought absently as he ran his fingers gently across the piano keys. Kurt smells like daisies. He smiled as the flowery scent wafted through the studio doors, making his heart stammer excitedly.
Kurt was here.
Sneaking a glance over the piano case where he was scribbling in annotations for one of the syllabus pieces, he spotted Kurt being escorted in by a tall brunette. Jealousy stabbed through him at the sight of his arm resting easily around his shoulders.
Blaine’s eyes crept regretfully back to his music, fiddling with his inky pen as Sue strode into the studio.
“Porcelain, Frankenteen,” she greeted the boys in a familiar tone. Blaine’s eyes snuck back up. She knew Kurt’s boyfriend? “I’ve been expecting you.”
“Good to see you, coach,” the tall boy replied, looking rather frightened of the intimidating woman.
As he should be.
“Wish I could say the same Frankenteen,” Sue returned easily. “You see, hobbit two and Legolas over here haven’t stopped snarking about you for the past month. It’s ruining my practices. Choose your wench and get out.”
“Wait,” ‘Frankenteen’ said, sounding confused. Kurt rolled his eyes beside him. “If… Rachel is hobbit two… who’s hobbit two?”
“Seriously, Finn,” Kurt interjected, sounding torn between amusement and disgust, “that’s all you got out of all of that?”
“Hobbit one,” Sue said imperiously, pointing to Blaine who was still spying by the piano. “Eyebrows.”
Finn gave him a broad smile, and waved. Blaine winced a little and waved back hesitantly, hoping dearly that ‘Eyebrows’ wouldn’t catch on.
~
“Hi, Finn,” Blaine greeted him warily, recalling Mercedes filling him in later that evening. Finn was Kurt’s step brother and had dated both Quinn and Rachel, often getting caught between them.
“Hey… Eyebrows,” Finn returned in a tone that Blaine suspected was supposed to sound threatening, but was about as intimidating as Elmo. “So what do you want with Kurt?”
“Shut up, Finn,” Quinn snapped, turning her attention back to Blaine. “Where you looking for him?”
Blaine nodded. “Have you seen him?”
Quinn smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I haven’t. I’ll keep an eye out, though.”
“Thanks,” Blaine grinned. Quinn nodded and grabbed Finn again, making him dance with her.
Blaine continued his search through the crowd, sighing at his futile attempt. Kurt could be anywhere…
~
“Come on, Kurt,” Rachel whined, “I want to dance with you…”
“Please, boo,” Mercedes pushed. “You can’t be depressed forever.”
“It was only one dance competition,” Sam offered kindly. “There will be plenty more.”
Kurt sighed. They didn’t understand. They didn’t know the least of it.
“I’m sorry, guys,” he apologised sincerely. “I just… I’m not really in the prom sort of mood.”
“How can you not be in a prom mood,” Rachel deadpanned. “It is prom.”
Kurt sighed, not meeting any of their concerned stares, flickering his eyes up to the balloon dusted ceiling that made him feel slightly nauseous.
“I’m just tired, guys,” he muttered half-heartedly, although this was the most truth he had told this evening. He was tired. So tired. He hadn’t been getting any sleep lately and felt slightly light headed.
“Kurt, please,” Mercedes said softly, “we’re worried about you. Just let us help.”
Kurt closed his eyes. He couldn’t listen to this. Not now.
“I need the bathroom,” he mumbled, stalking off. He knew the girls would make Sam follow him there (or maybe he would even follow of his own accord), so he didn’t go there. He went straight out of the auditorium, straight into the cool, starry night.
The breeze brushed gently across his face as he strolled through the grass. He heard a classic old ABBA song playing in the distance as he climbed the steps out the back of the school. The cement clicked under his dress shoes as he paced upwards. Reaching the top he paused and leant against the metal fencing as another wave of tiredness washed over him.
The song was fleetingly familiar to him, like a song that he knew once before but hadn’t heard in years.
But of course, he recalled all the lyrics.
Mother says I was a dancer before I could walk
She says I began to sing long before I could talk
Oh, of course.
When Kurt had been a little boy, his mother used to play records around the house as she did the chores.
Kurt used to prattle around after her, humming along to her beautiful singing. He had gotten all his musical talents from her.
She had been amazing.
But I often wonder how did it all start?
Who found out that nothing could capture our heart like a melody can?
Well, whoever it was, I’m a fan
Her voice had always filled him with an inexplicable warmth. Her voice… so soothing… so…lovely.
But when she died, that magic left him. He hadn’t heard anyone with a voice like that ever.
Until he met Blaine.
So I say thank you for the music
The songs I’m singing
Thanks for all the joy they’re bringing
Who can live without it?
I ask in all honesty what would life be?
Without a song or a dance, what are we?
As the night air breathed over him, he felt himself growing wearier. He heard footsteps approaching in the distance, but his eyes were too tired to open. He was too tired to fight sleep. So tired. So tired of fighting.
He heard a gruff voice utter his last name, but he was too far gone to care.
The last thing he heard before descending into darkness was a voice crooning an old tune in his ear, their voice like honey.
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me PART 13