Fic: An Accidental Chance (25/30)
Media: Fic
Title: An Accidental Chance
Author: slayerkitty
Characters/Pairings: Klaine, Misc canon pairings for season 2
Genre: AU, Romance, Angst
Warnings: Meta (Like woah. I mean really.), Angst, infidelity(?)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: 3.14 (to be safe)
Word Count: This chapter: 1,257/Total: 53,888
Disclaimer: Glee and its characters are not mine. I'm just playing with them. All of the songs used in this are also the property of their respective owners and do not belong to me either. Damn it.
Summary: An accidental tweet. A chance phone call. Or what happens when famous TV star Blaine Anderson accidentally tweets his phone number.
Author’s Note: So I got the idea for this fic back in October when Grant Gustin (Sebastian) accidentally tweeted his phone number. As is likely to happen, several fans called his phone, prompting him to realize what he'd done. I was struck by the idea of Blaine as a famous TV star doing that, and Kurt calling him, and a relationship forming because of it. There's a lot(I mean A LOT)of meta here. Fandom tropes, in jokes, and real life cast member events may be twisted to suit my purposes for this fic. I like to think of it as my love song to the fandom. :D As a whole, it's largely an AU of season two, but season three characters may pop up. Warnings and ratings may vary by chapter.
Thanks to missgoalie75 and star55 fore being awesome betas.
This fic is done! I'm planning to update Monday, Wednesday, Saturday from this point on, until it's finished posting. I'm also planning a sequel, though I'm not sure yet on when I'll start working on it.
Okay, you guys. I know the angst has been a bit much the last few chapters. THIS IS THE LAST REALLY ANGSTY CHAPTER. This is the bottom, the lowest of the lows. We can only go up from here.
Previous Chapters: 1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ Perfect/ 7/ 8/ 9/ 10/ 11/ 12/ 13/ 14/ 15/ 16/ 17/ 18/ 19/ 20/ 21/ 22/ 23/ 24
Dalton Star Speaks Out!
Just a few days ago, some pictures were leaked to TMZ of Dalton star Blaine Anderson in a hot and heavy lip lock with co-star Sebastian Smythe. Long standing rumors among fans had hinted that the two were in a relationship, but the pictures finally served as proof… or do they? Not according to Blaine.
A rep for the actor released a statement early this morning that while the pictures are real, they were of a private moment between friends and co-workers. They released the following statement:
“Sebastian and I are good friends. The entire cast was out that night, having a good time, and things between us got a little carried away. We’ve talked about it and decided that there’s nothing between us but friendship.”
So what do you think, readers?
Is Blaine Anderson hiding a secret relationship with his co-star? Or is he telling the truth?
Only time will tell.
*
Kurt passed through the following week with his head in a fog. He got up, went to school, went to glee or Cheerios practice, did his homework, went home and had dinner with his family and went to bed.
It was routine. It was comforting and familiar. Kurt had every moment of his day planned - he found that he was less likely to let his thoughts stray toward forbidden subjects.
Blaine was a forbidden subject.
Finn had told the others in glee not to bring him up, but Kurt could still feel the worried gazes of his friends on him. He ignored them and all of their attempts to talk about what he was “feeling.” Kurt wasn’t feeling anything, actually. That was best part of the fog he’d sunk into - the blissful numbness.
He didn’t even react when one of the hockey players hit him with a grape slushie after gym class one day. The girls of glee had been standing by and Kurt had found himself ushered into the girl’s bathroom, and scrubbed off in record time.
He wondered why he still felt cold long after he was cleaned up.
*
Blaine didn’t know what to do. He wanted to keep calling Kurt, demanding that he answer the phone and let him explain, but he didn’t see the point. If Kurt wanted to listen, he’d call.
He’d called the house phone and gotten an earful from Finn before he could get a word in edgewise, and the call ended with “He doesn’t want to talk to you, so stop calling!” and then Finn had hung up on him.
Blaine sighed. He needed a new strategy.
Emails had gone unopened, and un-replied to.
Voicemails went un-returned.
He couldn’t call the house.
It was awards season, and filming was still ongoing and there was no way for Blaine to fly out to see Kurt - it was the first thing he’d thought of.
Blinking back tears with tired eyes (because he wasn’t sleeping and it showed, much to the girls in makeup’s dismay), he caught sight of Jeff crossing the soundstage and got a great idea.
*
Kurt found that he could go on Tumblr and catch up with his online friends now that he’d used Tumblr Savior and blocked anything with ‘Dalton’, ‘Blaine Anderson’, ‘Glee’, ‘Sebastian Smythe’ and ‘TMZ’.
He’d never really used the feature to block anything but porn before, but it was nice to know he would never see those posts. Of course, now his dash consisted entirely of cat posts and pictures of New York that he tagged with “my future home”, “my future school”, and other random things like “I’ll get coffee here every day.”
He also set his email to block Blaine’s email address as well, once Blaine turned to that medium for contact.
That night, while checking his dash, a new message popped up.
His heart stopped and he felt the fog lift for the first time in days.
Jeff had sent him a message. Kurt had completely forgotten that he was following him, or that once he and Blaine had met, Jeff had returned the favor and was following him back.
Kurt, I know that you’re upset. Please, please just talk to Blaine, and hear him out. If you still want nothing to do with him after that, then he’ll leave you alone.
Kurt clung to the vestiges of the fog, the ache in his chest growing as he stared at the words.
He couldn’t.
He clicked on the answer button, and typed one sentence in the box before hitting reply.
Please leave me alone.
So it seemed that even Tumblr wasn’t safe anymore. Without a second thought, Kurt went to his settings and deactivated his account.
*
Blaine was at a loss.
He wasn’t sleeping. He was barely keeping it together on the set. He was so, so, so very angry with Sebastian that it was all he could do not to punch the other boy right in the face.
Someone needed to knock that smug expression off and take him down a few pegs. It made their scenes together feel awkward, and Blaine knew the higher ups had noticed.
Blaine had taken boxing at his previous school, and he found himself spending more and more time in the gym on the set hitting the bag. Jeff and Nick had even taken video of it and released it to the internet, much to Blaine’s dismay. The fangirls, however, had flown into a frenzy.
So Blaine resorted to a last ditch effort.
*
“Kurt!” He started, hearing his father call his name. “Come down here!”
“Yeah?” Kurt asked, coming down stairs. He’d been holed up in his room, listening to his song for his next glee assignment and blocking out the world.
“You got a delivery,” Burt said, pointing to the delivery guy. The delivery guy handed him a large bouquet of roses and Burt gave him a tip. “Who’re they from?”
Kurt glanced at the card, and the ache in his chest came back full force. “B-Blaine,” he stuttered, saying Blaine’s name for the first time in over a week. He stared at the flowers for a long moment, and then walked into the kitchen. He could feel his father’s eyes following him as Kurt headed for the trashcan and dropped the flowers inside.
The glass vase shattered in the bottom of the can as he did so, Kurt felt vindicated. He tried not to think about how the fragments of broken glass resembled his broken heart.
*
First it was flowers.
A week later, an elaborate fruit basket (Kurt hadn’t thrown that one away - instead he’d given it to his father and insisted that the fruit be eaten).
Another week and an expensive iPod was delivered. Kurt returned it and donated the money to charity.
And so it went, until the day the bird was delivered. It was a yellow Warbler in a gilded cage. Kurt took one look at the bird chirping happily, and snapped. He grabbed up his phone and dialed Blaine’s number.
“Kurt, oh, God-" Blaine started, clearly overjoyed that he’d called. Kurt went weak in the knees at the sound of his voice, and then steeled himself.
“Just stop,” Kurt snapped. Blaine went silent. “Just stop it, Blaine,” he continued. “No more presents, no more flowers. Can’t you get it through your head?” Tears came to his eyes and fell without his permission. “We’re done.”
“Kurt-" Blaine protested, and it sounded like maybe he was crying too.
“Goodbye, Blaine.” Kurt hung up the phone and fell to his knees, sobbing.
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Title: An Accidental Chance
Author: slayerkitty
Characters/Pairings: Klaine, Misc canon pairings for season 2
Genre: AU, Romance, Angst
Warnings: Meta (Like woah. I mean really.), Angst, infidelity(?)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: 3.14 (to be safe)
Word Count: This chapter: 1,257/Total: 53,888
Disclaimer: Glee and its characters are not mine. I'm just playing with them. All of the songs used in this are also the property of their respective owners and do not belong to me either. Damn it.
Summary: An accidental tweet. A chance phone call. Or what happens when famous TV star Blaine Anderson accidentally tweets his phone number.
Author’s Note: So I got the idea for this fic back in October when Grant Gustin (Sebastian) accidentally tweeted his phone number. As is likely to happen, several fans called his phone, prompting him to realize what he'd done. I was struck by the idea of Blaine as a famous TV star doing that, and Kurt calling him, and a relationship forming because of it. There's a lot(I mean A LOT)of meta here. Fandom tropes, in jokes, and real life cast member events may be twisted to suit my purposes for this fic. I like to think of it as my love song to the fandom. :D As a whole, it's largely an AU of season two, but season three characters may pop up. Warnings and ratings may vary by chapter.
Thanks to missgoalie75 and star55 fore being awesome betas.
This fic is done! I'm planning to update Monday, Wednesday, Saturday from this point on, until it's finished posting. I'm also planning a sequel, though I'm not sure yet on when I'll start working on it.
Okay, you guys. I know the angst has been a bit much the last few chapters. THIS IS THE LAST REALLY ANGSTY CHAPTER. This is the bottom, the lowest of the lows. We can only go up from here.
Previous Chapters: 1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ Perfect/ 7/ 8/ 9/ 10/ 11/ 12/ 13/ 14/ 15/ 16/ 17/ 18/ 19/ 20/ 21/ 22/ 23/ 24
Dalton Star Speaks Out!
Just a few days ago, some pictures were leaked to TMZ of Dalton star Blaine Anderson in a hot and heavy lip lock with co-star Sebastian Smythe. Long standing rumors among fans had hinted that the two were in a relationship, but the pictures finally served as proof… or do they? Not according to Blaine.
A rep for the actor released a statement early this morning that while the pictures are real, they were of a private moment between friends and co-workers. They released the following statement:
“Sebastian and I are good friends. The entire cast was out that night, having a good time, and things between us got a little carried away. We’ve talked about it and decided that there’s nothing between us but friendship.”
So what do you think, readers?
Is Blaine Anderson hiding a secret relationship with his co-star? Or is he telling the truth?
Only time will tell.
*
Kurt passed through the following week with his head in a fog. He got up, went to school, went to glee or Cheerios practice, did his homework, went home and had dinner with his family and went to bed.
It was routine. It was comforting and familiar. Kurt had every moment of his day planned - he found that he was less likely to let his thoughts stray toward forbidden subjects.
Blaine was a forbidden subject.
Finn had told the others in glee not to bring him up, but Kurt could still feel the worried gazes of his friends on him. He ignored them and all of their attempts to talk about what he was “feeling.” Kurt wasn’t feeling anything, actually. That was best part of the fog he’d sunk into - the blissful numbness.
He didn’t even react when one of the hockey players hit him with a grape slushie after gym class one day. The girls of glee had been standing by and Kurt had found himself ushered into the girl’s bathroom, and scrubbed off in record time.
He wondered why he still felt cold long after he was cleaned up.
*
Blaine didn’t know what to do. He wanted to keep calling Kurt, demanding that he answer the phone and let him explain, but he didn’t see the point. If Kurt wanted to listen, he’d call.
He’d called the house phone and gotten an earful from Finn before he could get a word in edgewise, and the call ended with “He doesn’t want to talk to you, so stop calling!” and then Finn had hung up on him.
Blaine sighed. He needed a new strategy.
Emails had gone unopened, and un-replied to.
Voicemails went un-returned.
He couldn’t call the house.
It was awards season, and filming was still ongoing and there was no way for Blaine to fly out to see Kurt - it was the first thing he’d thought of.
Blinking back tears with tired eyes (because he wasn’t sleeping and it showed, much to the girls in makeup’s dismay), he caught sight of Jeff crossing the soundstage and got a great idea.
*
Kurt found that he could go on Tumblr and catch up with his online friends now that he’d used Tumblr Savior and blocked anything with ‘Dalton’, ‘Blaine Anderson’, ‘Glee’, ‘Sebastian Smythe’ and ‘TMZ’.
He’d never really used the feature to block anything but porn before, but it was nice to know he would never see those posts. Of course, now his dash consisted entirely of cat posts and pictures of New York that he tagged with “my future home”, “my future school”, and other random things like “I’ll get coffee here every day.”
He also set his email to block Blaine’s email address as well, once Blaine turned to that medium for contact.
That night, while checking his dash, a new message popped up.
His heart stopped and he felt the fog lift for the first time in days.
Jeff had sent him a message. Kurt had completely forgotten that he was following him, or that once he and Blaine had met, Jeff had returned the favor and was following him back.
Kurt, I know that you’re upset. Please, please just talk to Blaine, and hear him out. If you still want nothing to do with him after that, then he’ll leave you alone.
Kurt clung to the vestiges of the fog, the ache in his chest growing as he stared at the words.
He couldn’t.
He clicked on the answer button, and typed one sentence in the box before hitting reply.
Please leave me alone.
So it seemed that even Tumblr wasn’t safe anymore. Without a second thought, Kurt went to his settings and deactivated his account.
*
Blaine was at a loss.
He wasn’t sleeping. He was barely keeping it together on the set. He was so, so, so very angry with Sebastian that it was all he could do not to punch the other boy right in the face.
Someone needed to knock that smug expression off and take him down a few pegs. It made their scenes together feel awkward, and Blaine knew the higher ups had noticed.
Blaine had taken boxing at his previous school, and he found himself spending more and more time in the gym on the set hitting the bag. Jeff and Nick had even taken video of it and released it to the internet, much to Blaine’s dismay. The fangirls, however, had flown into a frenzy.
So Blaine resorted to a last ditch effort.
*
“Kurt!” He started, hearing his father call his name. “Come down here!”
“Yeah?” Kurt asked, coming down stairs. He’d been holed up in his room, listening to his song for his next glee assignment and blocking out the world.
“You got a delivery,” Burt said, pointing to the delivery guy. The delivery guy handed him a large bouquet of roses and Burt gave him a tip. “Who’re they from?”
Kurt glanced at the card, and the ache in his chest came back full force. “B-Blaine,” he stuttered, saying Blaine’s name for the first time in over a week. He stared at the flowers for a long moment, and then walked into the kitchen. He could feel his father’s eyes following him as Kurt headed for the trashcan and dropped the flowers inside.
The glass vase shattered in the bottom of the can as he did so, Kurt felt vindicated. He tried not to think about how the fragments of broken glass resembled his broken heart.
*
First it was flowers.
A week later, an elaborate fruit basket (Kurt hadn’t thrown that one away - instead he’d given it to his father and insisted that the fruit be eaten).
Another week and an expensive iPod was delivered. Kurt returned it and donated the money to charity.
And so it went, until the day the bird was delivered. It was a yellow Warbler in a gilded cage. Kurt took one look at the bird chirping happily, and snapped. He grabbed up his phone and dialed Blaine’s number.
“Kurt, oh, God-" Blaine started, clearly overjoyed that he’d called. Kurt went weak in the knees at the sound of his voice, and then steeled himself.
“Just stop,” Kurt snapped. Blaine went silent. “Just stop it, Blaine,” he continued. “No more presents, no more flowers. Can’t you get it through your head?” Tears came to his eyes and fell without his permission. “We’re done.”
“Kurt-" Blaine protested, and it sounded like maybe he was crying too.
“Goodbye, Blaine.” Kurt hung up the phone and fell to his knees, sobbing.
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