The Pianist and his Dancer (part 11/13)
Media: Fic
Title: The Pianist and his Dancer
Rating: M
Spoilers: none. trololol it's au.
Warnings: uhhmm mild coarse language :P nothing unusual
Word Count: 1,334 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: thank you all for your kind words for the last part and your constant support throughout the fic. It's been a relatively long journey (lol jks) and a fun one at that and I just hope you're all enjoying reading this as much as I am writing it <333
Blaine left almost immediately. He couldn’t stay in there any longer.
His mind felt blank as he drove home. He tried to erase the memory out of his mind and think of something else. He turned on the radio, flicking to his favorite station.
Last Friday night
We danced on tabletops
Took too many shots
Think we made out but I forgot
Last Friday-
Blaine shut off the radio angrily. Stupid Katy Perry. He had sung Katy Perry to Kurt. God dammit.
He spent the rest of the ride home in silence, pulling into the garage of his small cramped apartment with an air of relief. When he got inside, he threw his jacket and keys on the table, dumping his bags at the door, rushing to the bathroom.
Standing at the sink he leant over and examined himself in the mirror, flinching at his reflection. He was a wreck.
His eyes were wide and far too bright. His hair had come out of it’s gelled state and was mussed around his slightly paled face. His lips were still bruised and his cheeks flushed. He shrugged off his shirt, gasping at the trail of bruises that covered his skin along his collarbone. God… Kurt hadn’t held back…
He swallowed the lump in his throat, discarded the rest of his clothes and hopped into the shower. He turned the hot water on to boiling, lathering soap all over him, hoping to wash away the sick feeling that threatened to overwhelm him. He felt dirty… unclean…
What had happened between him and Kurt was wrong. Kurt didn’t love him, and he couldn’t have been entirely oblivious to Blaine’s feelings for him. He had been embarrassingly obvious…
He reached for the bar of soap once more, opening his mouth for his customary nightly shower solo - the one time of the day when he was actually a star. So what if it was in his own bathroom?
But as he opened his mouth to belt out the latest Britney Spears tune, his breath halted. He frowned darkly. For once, he just didn’t feel like singing.
Throwing the bar of soap against the wall in frustration, Blaine turned off the water, clambering out of the shower and into his oldest, most comfortable pair of pyjamas. He reached for his toothbrush but hesitated. He could still feel Kurt on his lips, the taste of him embedded in his tongue.
He left the toothbrush in the stand, heading back to his bedroom where he turned the light off and flopped on the bed unceremoniously. He felt like a fool, but some part of him just wanted to hold on to what had happened. It would be the only time Kurt would ever let him that close to him, so is it such a bad thing that Blaine wanted to preserve that?
Yes, the sensible part of him reasoned. He pulled a pillow over himself and pushed that thought of his mind, closing his eyes and willing sleep to come soon.
~.~
The next evening when Blaine arrived at the studio it was gulping down one of the many cups of coffee he had had that day. He had received limited sleep last night, his sparkly eyed tormenter haunting his dreams and preventing him from getting any decent rest.
He had dressed in one of his favourite outfits, hoping that just maybe if Sue would be able to find enough entertainment in mocking him, she might find him too fun to fire.
Unlikely, but he had to hope. He needed this job.
The idea of going to the Advanced 2 class that night was terrifying but Blaine knew that he had to face the music (terrible pun intended). He arrived at the studio ten minutes early and pulled into the crowded driveway, parking with practiced precision. His eyes instantly scanned the lot for Kurt’s familiar black Navigator.
He didn’t see it.
Probably didn’t want to see me, Blaine thought sadly as he entered the studio. His eyes scanned the room hopefully. Maybe he grabbed a lift with Rachel or Brittany..? But those girls were absent also. In fact, Quinn and Santana were missing too.
Where is everybody? he wondered.
He took usual place at the piano, his mind whirling with the memories of yesterday. How his bare skin had felt against the cool case… the sound of Kurt crying out his name as he-
No. He couldn’t do that to himself.
He shook his head to try and remove those thoughts, beginning to shift through his sheet music to find the syllabus pieces. As he drew out the correct folder he heard the voice of Nina, one of the younger girls in class, voicing his earlier concerns.
“Where is everybody?”
Her friend Samantha had a smirk on her face as she replied, “Well we all know where Kurt is…”
It seemed all ears, including Blaine’s, turned to Samantha at her words. She sneered as she turned back to her friend.
“He’s too embarrassed after completely fucking up his dance in front of some of the best company directors in the world,” she said coldly. “I bet he won’t came back at all-”
“He will,” Blaine interrupted loudly, his gaze darkening with fierce anger. The whole class turned to him with wide, shocked eyes but he ignored them, concentrating his hard stare on that little bitch who had just spoken. How dare she say that about Kurt? “Because even when he fucks up, he’s still a thousand times better than you’ll ever be, Samantha. I think the senior citizens salsa class called. They want their moves back.”
He didn’t know what prompted him to make the dig, but as Samantha’s face flushed a deep red and the rest of the class burst into laughter he couldn’t help his triumphant grin. Finally he had done something right for Kurt.
“Anderson!”
His smile fell short at the call of Sue Sylvester. He turned to her, bracing himself for unemployment. The class fell silent as she beckoned him over. He bounced over, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste.
“Yes, Ms. Sylvester,” he said quickly, holding himself high. At least if he got fired he’d take it with dignity. He’d try not to fall on his hands and knees and grovel for his job back…
And to his surprise… she smiled.
“I like what you just did there,” she said heartily. “I didn’t think you had it in you. But if you hadn’t of said something, I would have. Kurt’s been through far too much to tolerate petty comments from mediocre performers such as Samantha King.”
Blaine nodded, hardly believing his ears. It almost sounded like… Sue cared…
“Well, hobbit,” she clapped his back in an unnervingly comrade like way, “I must say your crush on young porcelain is blaringly obvious and since your little stint at the competition, I dare say he’s not exactly longing for your amore.”
Blaine winced. That was one way to put it…
“So I’m offering you a chance to get into his obscenely tight pants and heart that is almost as rock hard cold as mine.”
Blinking back his surprise, Blaine stared up at her in awe.
“But-how? Why…?” he faltered. Sue held up a hand.
“Never mind the logistics,” Sue said. “Tonight is the McKinley High School Prom. Young Kurt is going with a group of friends. Tonight you show up, dress in that dapper fashion he seems to be so fond of for some reason even though it truly makes you look like you were born in the wrong century, and sweep that majestic dancing nymph off his feet. Or I fire you.”
Blaine was speechless. He stareed at her for a beat before clearing his head. This is your chance, Blaine.
“Thanks, Ms. Sylvester,” Blaine grinned, dashing for the door. He had a prom to crash!
“Hobbit!”
Blaine turned as he reached the door to face Sue who was still wearing that uncharacteristic smile.
“Good luck.” PART 12
Title: The Pianist and his Dancer
Rating: M
Spoilers: none. trololol it's au.
Warnings: uhhmm mild coarse language :P nothing unusual
Word Count: 1,334 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: thank you all for your kind words for the last part and your constant support throughout the fic. It's been a relatively long journey (lol jks) and a fun one at that and I just hope you're all enjoying reading this as much as I am writing it <333
Blaine left almost immediately. He couldn’t stay in there any longer.
His mind felt blank as he drove home. He tried to erase the memory out of his mind and think of something else. He turned on the radio, flicking to his favorite station.
Last Friday night
We danced on tabletops
Took too many shots
Think we made out but I forgot
Last Friday-
Blaine shut off the radio angrily. Stupid Katy Perry. He had sung Katy Perry to Kurt. God dammit.
He spent the rest of the ride home in silence, pulling into the garage of his small cramped apartment with an air of relief. When he got inside, he threw his jacket and keys on the table, dumping his bags at the door, rushing to the bathroom.
Standing at the sink he leant over and examined himself in the mirror, flinching at his reflection. He was a wreck.
His eyes were wide and far too bright. His hair had come out of it’s gelled state and was mussed around his slightly paled face. His lips were still bruised and his cheeks flushed. He shrugged off his shirt, gasping at the trail of bruises that covered his skin along his collarbone. God… Kurt hadn’t held back…
He swallowed the lump in his throat, discarded the rest of his clothes and hopped into the shower. He turned the hot water on to boiling, lathering soap all over him, hoping to wash away the sick feeling that threatened to overwhelm him. He felt dirty… unclean…
What had happened between him and Kurt was wrong. Kurt didn’t love him, and he couldn’t have been entirely oblivious to Blaine’s feelings for him. He had been embarrassingly obvious…
He reached for the bar of soap once more, opening his mouth for his customary nightly shower solo - the one time of the day when he was actually a star. So what if it was in his own bathroom?
But as he opened his mouth to belt out the latest Britney Spears tune, his breath halted. He frowned darkly. For once, he just didn’t feel like singing.
Throwing the bar of soap against the wall in frustration, Blaine turned off the water, clambering out of the shower and into his oldest, most comfortable pair of pyjamas. He reached for his toothbrush but hesitated. He could still feel Kurt on his lips, the taste of him embedded in his tongue.
He left the toothbrush in the stand, heading back to his bedroom where he turned the light off and flopped on the bed unceremoniously. He felt like a fool, but some part of him just wanted to hold on to what had happened. It would be the only time Kurt would ever let him that close to him, so is it such a bad thing that Blaine wanted to preserve that?
Yes, the sensible part of him reasoned. He pulled a pillow over himself and pushed that thought of his mind, closing his eyes and willing sleep to come soon.
~.~
The next evening when Blaine arrived at the studio it was gulping down one of the many cups of coffee he had had that day. He had received limited sleep last night, his sparkly eyed tormenter haunting his dreams and preventing him from getting any decent rest.
He had dressed in one of his favourite outfits, hoping that just maybe if Sue would be able to find enough entertainment in mocking him, she might find him too fun to fire.
Unlikely, but he had to hope. He needed this job.
The idea of going to the Advanced 2 class that night was terrifying but Blaine knew that he had to face the music (terrible pun intended). He arrived at the studio ten minutes early and pulled into the crowded driveway, parking with practiced precision. His eyes instantly scanned the lot for Kurt’s familiar black Navigator.
He didn’t see it.
Probably didn’t want to see me, Blaine thought sadly as he entered the studio. His eyes scanned the room hopefully. Maybe he grabbed a lift with Rachel or Brittany..? But those girls were absent also. In fact, Quinn and Santana were missing too.
Where is everybody? he wondered.
He took usual place at the piano, his mind whirling with the memories of yesterday. How his bare skin had felt against the cool case… the sound of Kurt crying out his name as he-
No. He couldn’t do that to himself.
He shook his head to try and remove those thoughts, beginning to shift through his sheet music to find the syllabus pieces. As he drew out the correct folder he heard the voice of Nina, one of the younger girls in class, voicing his earlier concerns.
“Where is everybody?”
Her friend Samantha had a smirk on her face as she replied, “Well we all know where Kurt is…”
It seemed all ears, including Blaine’s, turned to Samantha at her words. She sneered as she turned back to her friend.
“He’s too embarrassed after completely fucking up his dance in front of some of the best company directors in the world,” she said coldly. “I bet he won’t came back at all-”
“He will,” Blaine interrupted loudly, his gaze darkening with fierce anger. The whole class turned to him with wide, shocked eyes but he ignored them, concentrating his hard stare on that little bitch who had just spoken. How dare she say that about Kurt? “Because even when he fucks up, he’s still a thousand times better than you’ll ever be, Samantha. I think the senior citizens salsa class called. They want their moves back.”
He didn’t know what prompted him to make the dig, but as Samantha’s face flushed a deep red and the rest of the class burst into laughter he couldn’t help his triumphant grin. Finally he had done something right for Kurt.
“Anderson!”
His smile fell short at the call of Sue Sylvester. He turned to her, bracing himself for unemployment. The class fell silent as she beckoned him over. He bounced over, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste.
“Yes, Ms. Sylvester,” he said quickly, holding himself high. At least if he got fired he’d take it with dignity. He’d try not to fall on his hands and knees and grovel for his job back…
And to his surprise… she smiled.
“I like what you just did there,” she said heartily. “I didn’t think you had it in you. But if you hadn’t of said something, I would have. Kurt’s been through far too much to tolerate petty comments from mediocre performers such as Samantha King.”
Blaine nodded, hardly believing his ears. It almost sounded like… Sue cared…
“Well, hobbit,” she clapped his back in an unnervingly comrade like way, “I must say your crush on young porcelain is blaringly obvious and since your little stint at the competition, I dare say he’s not exactly longing for your amore.”
Blaine winced. That was one way to put it…
“So I’m offering you a chance to get into his obscenely tight pants and heart that is almost as rock hard cold as mine.”
Blinking back his surprise, Blaine stared up at her in awe.
“But-how? Why…?” he faltered. Sue held up a hand.
“Never mind the logistics,” Sue said. “Tonight is the McKinley High School Prom. Young Kurt is going with a group of friends. Tonight you show up, dress in that dapper fashion he seems to be so fond of for some reason even though it truly makes you look like you were born in the wrong century, and sweep that majestic dancing nymph off his feet. Or I fire you.”
Blaine was speechless. He stareed at her for a beat before clearing his head. This is your chance, Blaine.
“Thanks, Ms. Sylvester,” Blaine grinned, dashing for the door. He had a prom to crash!
“Hobbit!”
Blaine turned as he reached the door to face Sue who was still wearing that uncharacteristic smile.
“Good luck.” PART 12