Fic: Every You, Every Me - 2. When I Get You Alone
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 2
ii. When I Get You Alone
If anybody asks, he’s in the store to buy socks for Finn’s birthday.
Not that anyone will recognize him. His disguise is flawless.
The brim of Kurt’s hat slips low on his forehead as a boy rushes past him into the heart of the store. Kurt stumbles to the side and watches him curiously. He’s wearing a blue blazer with red piping and has his hair slicked back impeccably. He’s short, but his black slacks cling to his legs just right and Kurt blinks quickly as his eyes slip over them appreciatively.
There’s a group of them, boys in blazers, all huddled around a table of hoodies, and Kurt wonders if they’re a school excursion gone awry, or perhaps a group of boys skipping class.
One is pointing the others to various points of the store and Mr. Slick Backed Hair with Tight Slacks is hiding behind a row of shirts awkwardly. He looks nervous.
Kurt pauses, looking around the store quickly. No one else seems to have noticed the group; no one else thinks they’re particularly suspicious.
But the one in charge seems to be giving whispered orders and the group is now dispersing quietly through the store.
Kurt clutches his bag close to his side and eyes the exit. If he gets there quickly he can escape before what ever is happening begins. He’s heard of these private school boys - all arrogant money and no sense - just looking for an opportunity to cause havoc. He starts slipping quietly towards the door and then freezes. The blonde one and his brunette partner have taken up residence there. He’s stuck.
The one in charge starts mouthing a count down and the Mr. Slicked Back Hair takes a deep breathe.
Kurt ducks behind a row of bright jumpers and shuts his eyes, awaiting the inevitable - wait.
Nothing explodes. There’s no stampede. No angry managers are chasing the boys away.
Except that - oh god. The gelled boy is singing. To the Junior Manager. Who is also a boy.
Oh my.
Kurt sinks down deeper and blushes as the song registers.
Of all the songs to sing to someone on Valentines Day, the poor private school boy chose this one?
He can’t deny that they’re good, however. His ears pick up as the harmonies sync and the chorus rises playfully. They’re bopping and twisting their way around the store, weaving amongst the stunned shoppers and a scowling older lady by the entrance. Kurt ignores her and smiles as a few of them spin past him. At least they’re all having fun, despite the inevitable fall out.
Unfortunately Lima, Ohio just isn’t ready for boys to serenade boys in public, singing about...oh god. Who on earth vetoed this song!
Well you can keep your toys in the drawer tonight, all right!
Slicked Back Hair winks devilishly and Kurt can’t help by giggle.
He’s gorgeous. Gorgeous and deluded, but a dazzling performer full of passion and Kurt hopes this junior manager, who ever he is, appreciates his boyfriends flair.
The song draws to a close and the gorgeous one beams brightly, gulping in air, whilst the junior manager just stands there.
He doesn’t move.
Kurt feels his stomach shift.
Oh gosh, he hopes this is his boyfriend.
He sees an opening at the side entrance of the store and slips from it quickly, unable to stomach the fallout. He certainly wouldn’t ignore such a beautiful boy serenading him.
And he was beautiful. Kurt pauses a moment by the food court and smiles softly at the memory. He didn’t know they made boys so beautiful in Ohio.
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Twenty minutes later he slips out the sliding doors and pulls his scarf closer, balancing the bags in his hand whilst fishing for his phone.
The boy is sitting alone on a bench in the courtyard, huddled in on himself against the cold.
Kurt freezes. Surely if things had ended well he wouldn’t be here on his lonesome. He’d be celebrating with his gaggle of friends, or trading special smiles with his beau.
Not rubbing his arm fretfully.
“Hello?”
The boy looks up, blinking quickly, and blushes deeply at Kurt.
“You saw?” he asks, and ducks his head in shame.
“Yeah.”
Kurt shuffles closer.
“You sounded amazing.”
The boy lifts his head. “What?”
There’s a light edge to his voice, like perhaps he thinks Kurt is being sarcastic, like he doesn’t quite believe anyone could say he was good when he’d just made been made such a fool.
Kurt wonders if he does that often. Launch into things without thinking and then bumbling his way through the aftermath. He has a slump to his shoulders and a curve in his frown that suggests he has his heart broken often.
Kurt wants to make him smile.
“The song was a little...risqué. But full points for the execution.”
The boy nods softly, shrugging a shoulder.
“Jeremiah didn’t think so.”
“Jeremiah.... your boyfriend?”
The boy snorts, shakes his head ruefully.
“No, definitely not. We went out for coffee a few times. And he just made it very clear that we won’t be doing that again.”
Kurt winces sympathetically. “Well, he doesn’t know what he’s missing out on. If anyone was willing to sing to me, I’d love them for it.”
The boy smiles cheekily. “Yeah?”
“Yep. Who doesn’t want to be serenaded? Besides Junior Managers of the Gap, obviously. And really, the Gap? You can do much better.”
The boy laughs, “Yeah, maybe.” He ducks his head and smiles shyly through his lashes.
“I’m Blaine, by the way.”
“Kurt.”
“Kurt.”
“That’s me. I sing too. I go to McKinley and one day you will be watching me serenade the public on Broadway.”
Blaine laughs loudly this time and Kurt can’t help but preen. Mission accomplished.
“I hope so,” Blaine smiles, turning more fully towards Kurt.
“So,” Blaine starts, “you like Broadway...”