Fic: Every You, Every Me - 1. Something's Coming
Title: Every You, Every Me
Rating: PG - NC-17
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Prompt: Every You, Every Me
Summary: “What if we were different people?”
A/N: An ongoing project, supposing Kurt and Blaine meet in various ways through their respective songs to each other.
Prologue 1
i. Something’s Coming
WEST SIDE STORY:
STARRING JOSHUA FRANKLIN, ALLISON PALMERS.
“We’re here,” Kurt breathes, softly, reverently; hand clasped in Rachel’s own and squeezing tight as they look towards the theatre.
“I told you we’d make it,” she murmurs, and Kurt fights the lump in his throat as they shuffle forwards.
They’ve been in New York less than two days. Rachel’s dads left earlier in the morning, promising they’d call in the afternoon to ensure the pairs first night alone in their apartment is set up - doors locked, dinner sorted and emergency numbers on the fridge.
The first of their boxes has been unpacked and Kurt is only halfway through assessing the possible wardrobe space available - Rachel has already located the nearest Vegan restaurant.
But first on their agenda:
Broadway.
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This afternoon’s performance of West Side Story will star Blaine Anderson as Tony
Kurt tries to ignore it. He really does. This is Broadway, after all. Understudies fill matinee shows all the time. And he’s only dreamt of being here his entire life.
“Rachel we live here. They’ll be plenty more opportunities to see Josh Franklin when ever we want,” he tries.
The girl on his right huffs gently and crosses her arms tightly.
“I know Kurt...I just wanted our first time here to be perfect. And Josh Franklin would have made it perfect. I’ve been in love with him since the revival of Guys and Dolls in junior year and his show stealing performance of Luck Be A Lady at the Tony’s!”
“Oh sweetie,” Kurt sighs gently. “Maybe this Blair guy will be good.”
Rachel huffs.
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The Blair guy seems a little nervous, Kurt notes later, as Tony takes the stage. He’s cute though, a little bit small - the jacket slung around his shoulders seems to engulf him and Kurt wonders if they had time for a proper wardrobe fitting for the understudies this early in the run.
“He’s no Josh Franklin,” Rachel breathes in his ear, and Kurt shushes her as the opening chords of Something’s Coming begin softly.
“Don’t judge until we’ve heard him sing,” he mumbles back, and holds his breathe as the small guy begins.
Could be, who knows, there’s something due any day, I will know right away, soon as it shows...
“Oh my god.”
Kurt sucks in a deep breathe, feels his heart constrict and his chest pull tight as that voice drifts gently through the theatre.
“I take it back,” Rachel murmurs in awe, and Kurt can only nod dumbly in agreement. “He’s gorgeous.”
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“He’s quite wonderful, “ Rachel natters, “And he’s only 24 Kurt. He’s not even Josh Franklin’s understudy. He’s the understudies understudy! Can you believe that?”
Kurt nods distractedly - “It says here he studied at NYADA too! Oh Kurt! He’s done chorus work in How to Succeed and -“
“Rachel!” Kurt interrupts, and as the doors open drags her forward towards the stage door. He doesn’t have the heart to tell her that he thoroughly read through Mr. Blaine Anderson’s short biography during the intermission.
“And look at his hair! It’s all gorgeous and curly in real life. Do you think he’ll come back to NYADA and run workshops?”
Kurt stops her as they’re pressed up against the barrier. Rachel pauses, blinking. “Why are we here?” she asks. “I thought we agreed that as New Yorkers we wouldn’t stalk the celebrity’s?”
“We’re not stalking. We’re simply hoping to catch a glimpse of him. That’s all.”
Rachel’s eyebrow lifts. “Sure,” she grins, as the doors open.
Allison Palmer’s walks out quickly, the small crowd erupting as their Maria glows and begins signing autographs. She’s a veteran of the stage - Kurt has no doubt this performance will earn her a nomination alongside her multiple Tony wins - but Kurt ignores her, instead focusing on the door as more of the cast step out.
“Kurt, Kurt! She’s looking at u-“
“Shush!” Kurt utters, batting her away as a small curly head sneaks out the door quickly. A few of the crowd smile and clap for him - Kurt notes the light flush that rises in his cheeks - but for the most part Blaine Anderson is ignored.
Kurt’s voice rises against his better judgement.
“Blaine!”
Rachel squeaks beside him, hitting his arm. “Kurt!”
The small man has already turned towards them, and Kurt beams brightly, clapping as Blaine’s face lights up. He steps towards them quickly, biting at his bottom lip, and Kurt is sure he’s never seen anything more adorable.
“Hi,” the actor begins, and Kurt’s breath catches in his throat.
“Hi,” he stumbles out, blushing.
“You were amazing! So amazing!” gushes Rachel, and Kurt sends a quick thanks to whomever for her inability to remain speechless.
“You were wonderful,” Kurt adds, and feels his stomach flip at the small smile gracing the others mans features.
“Thank you. Just between you and me, I was terrified, but I’m glad someone thought otherwise.”
“Oh, we could tell at the beginning!” - and Blaine’s smile falters, just a little, “But by the time you started singing it was like you’d been doing it for years!”
Blaine flushes, and Kurt, gripping Rachel’s hand painfully, smiles at him apologetically.
“I’m Kurt, and this is Rachel. Please ignore most of what she says.”
“Kurt!”
Blaine laughs delightedly, and holds out a hand to shake.
“My name’s Blaine.”
There hands meet, and Kurt sucks in a breathe at the contact.
“It’s lovely to meet you, Blaine Anderson.”