The Pianist and his Dancer (part 2/?)
Media: Fic
Title: The Pianist and his Dancer
Rating: R (not M.... my bad...)
Spoilers: none. trololol it's au.
Warnings: mild smut to come in later chapters. Mild language.
Word Count: 751 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...
Despite his disastrous first impression, Blaine was well received by the school. He practiced his pieces daily and even Sue found it hard to find fault with him (she managed always managed though). He always arrived to class early and sat with the girls that he had befriended, playing them covers of their favourite songs while they stretched.
But Kurt Hummel was not so easily impressed.
Today, he stood alone at the barre, one leg up as he stretched his hamstring. Behind him Blaine was playing a quirky cover of Lady Gaga’s
Telephone and the girls were laughing and singing along. Kurt rolled his eyes. That song was old. Besides, he wasn’t that good…
When one of the girls let out a particularly loud squeal Kurt turned around to face them with a cold glare. Sue would be there any minute and he didn’t want all of them getting in trouble because they couldn’t control themselves…
“Hey, Kurtie!” Brittany, one of Kurt’s friends and one of the girls who seemed particularly fond of the curly haired pianist, called, “come stretch with us!”
“I’m fine, thanks,” Kurt said shortly, avoiding the glances of the other students and turning back towards the barre.
“Aww you’re no fun,” Quinn chided.
“Its okay girls,” Kurt heard Blaine say. “We all have our own ways of stretching ourselves out…”
Kurt whirled around to face Blaine with shock. He just winked in return and Kurt blushed furiously as Blaine began to play the chords to what was undeniably Katy Perry’s Peacock, sending the girls into another frenzy of giggles.
Kurt rolled his eyes at their immaturity.
“What’s wrong, Kurt?” Blaine asked teasingly. “Don’t you like my playing?”
“Not really,” Kurt snapped. “Those songs are lame and your technique is choppy.”
“It’s just for fun, Kurt,” Santana rolled her eyes. “Don’t you ever have fun without worrying about being so perfect all the time?”
Kurt ignored her comment and instead turned to Blaine and awaited his response. He was met with an intrigued smile.
“One day, Kurt Hummel… one day I’ll impress you,” Blaine vowed solemnly. For some reason Kurt felt his face flush once more but was saved from having to reply as the doors to the studio flung open and Sue strolled in.
~.~
Blaine Anderson loved Sue Sylvester.
He loved that she spent lengthy periods during the lesson giving harsh crisitms to the other girls and loved that she played favourites and that
Kurt Hummel was her favourite so he stood at the front all the time and while Sue was busy terrorizing the other dancers he was free to stare as much as he liked.
Because Kurt never once met his gaze. He completely ignored his presence.
But Blaine loved watching him. Even when he was standing still he was beautiful. His eyes were just indescribable and the rest of him was equally breathtaking. But it was when he moved that Blaine knew he was falling fast…
He was easily the best in the class. It was no wonder he was Sue’s favourite. Blaine didn’t know a lot about dancing, but he knew a lot about pretty things.
And pretty was an insult to Kurt Hummel.
He wished he could write music just so he could put his feelings into words. Because when he watched him dance it was like…
Like Christmas.
It made him feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside and he just felt like getting up and singing and dancing and crying for joy. Everything was bright and Blaine couldn’t tear his eyes away.
And on his more hormonal days he just couldn’t help but notice how flexible Kurt was. It was a good thing he had the piano to hide his… well, he should probably invest in looser pants anyway.
He was so pretty Blaine wanted to cry. And one day Blaine just wished that he would look back at him and see something in him, something that made him feel even an inch of what Blaine felt for Kurt…
And then maybe he’d have a chance.
~.~
Fuck Blaine loved Sue Sylvester.
“Alright, Hummel,” Sue said after practice. “Get your ass over here.
Blaine wasn’t sure what she was telling him, but he could see Kurt getting more excited with every word and his heart swelled with affection.
God, he was beautiful.
The only words that Blaine heard were the ones that made Kurt’s expression of happiness fall completely.
“-and Anderson will be your pianist for the competition. ~Part 3
Title: The Pianist and his Dancer
Rating: R (not M.... my bad...)
Spoilers: none. trololol it's au.
Warnings: mild smut to come in later chapters. Mild language.
Word Count: 751 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...
Despite his disastrous first impression, Blaine was well received by the school. He practiced his pieces daily and even Sue found it hard to find fault with him (she managed always managed though). He always arrived to class early and sat with the girls that he had befriended, playing them covers of their favourite songs while they stretched.
But Kurt Hummel was not so easily impressed.
Today, he stood alone at the barre, one leg up as he stretched his hamstring. Behind him Blaine was playing a quirky cover of Lady Gaga’s
Telephone and the girls were laughing and singing along. Kurt rolled his eyes. That song was old. Besides, he wasn’t that good…
When one of the girls let out a particularly loud squeal Kurt turned around to face them with a cold glare. Sue would be there any minute and he didn’t want all of them getting in trouble because they couldn’t control themselves…
“Hey, Kurtie!” Brittany, one of Kurt’s friends and one of the girls who seemed particularly fond of the curly haired pianist, called, “come stretch with us!”
“I’m fine, thanks,” Kurt said shortly, avoiding the glances of the other students and turning back towards the barre.
“Aww you’re no fun,” Quinn chided.
“Its okay girls,” Kurt heard Blaine say. “We all have our own ways of stretching ourselves out…”
Kurt whirled around to face Blaine with shock. He just winked in return and Kurt blushed furiously as Blaine began to play the chords to what was undeniably Katy Perry’s Peacock, sending the girls into another frenzy of giggles.
Kurt rolled his eyes at their immaturity.
“What’s wrong, Kurt?” Blaine asked teasingly. “Don’t you like my playing?”
“Not really,” Kurt snapped. “Those songs are lame and your technique is choppy.”
“It’s just for fun, Kurt,” Santana rolled her eyes. “Don’t you ever have fun without worrying about being so perfect all the time?”
Kurt ignored her comment and instead turned to Blaine and awaited his response. He was met with an intrigued smile.
“One day, Kurt Hummel… one day I’ll impress you,” Blaine vowed solemnly. For some reason Kurt felt his face flush once more but was saved from having to reply as the doors to the studio flung open and Sue strolled in.
~.~
Blaine Anderson loved Sue Sylvester.
He loved that she spent lengthy periods during the lesson giving harsh crisitms to the other girls and loved that she played favourites and that
Kurt Hummel was her favourite so he stood at the front all the time and while Sue was busy terrorizing the other dancers he was free to stare as much as he liked.
Because Kurt never once met his gaze. He completely ignored his presence.
But Blaine loved watching him. Even when he was standing still he was beautiful. His eyes were just indescribable and the rest of him was equally breathtaking. But it was when he moved that Blaine knew he was falling fast…
He was easily the best in the class. It was no wonder he was Sue’s favourite. Blaine didn’t know a lot about dancing, but he knew a lot about pretty things.
And pretty was an insult to Kurt Hummel.
He wished he could write music just so he could put his feelings into words. Because when he watched him dance it was like…
Like Christmas.
It made him feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside and he just felt like getting up and singing and dancing and crying for joy. Everything was bright and Blaine couldn’t tear his eyes away.
And on his more hormonal days he just couldn’t help but notice how flexible Kurt was. It was a good thing he had the piano to hide his… well, he should probably invest in looser pants anyway.
He was so pretty Blaine wanted to cry. And one day Blaine just wished that he would look back at him and see something in him, something that made him feel even an inch of what Blaine felt for Kurt…
And then maybe he’d have a chance.
~.~
Fuck Blaine loved Sue Sylvester.
“Alright, Hummel,” Sue said after practice. “Get your ass over here.
Blaine wasn’t sure what she was telling him, but he could see Kurt getting more excited with every word and his heart swelled with affection.
God, he was beautiful.
The only words that Blaine heard were the ones that made Kurt’s expression of happiness fall completely.
“-and Anderson will be your pianist for the competition. ~Part 3