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embodyingchaos · 9 months

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Hi! Since you are writing for Finn could you please write about the gaga episode including the reader and they help him with his red outfit or the rocky horror episode? Thank you!

❥ hi sweetheart! MY FIRST GLEE REQUEST AAAAA im so excited, i hope you like this! (so sorry this is so late!)

theatricality rewritten pairing: finn hudson x gn!reader genre: platonic, fluff, sorta angst(?) warnings: finn being sortaaa homophobic, mention of the f slur, finn being a jerk, this is like so bad im so sorry word count: 1.9k

the halls of mckinley were filled with students roaming around, conversing with one another while someone was just trying to put their books back into their locker. y/n swore as the books inside their locker fell out and plopped onto the floor, “how the hell does this even happen, i put them sideways for god’s sake.” they whispered to themselves, bending down to grab them before rearranging their positions. as they were putting their books back in, finn hudson had approached them.

“hey, y/n.” they looked up, “oh, hey finn. what’s up?” y/n asked as they closed their locker, “so many things are up. so many damn things.” he exasperatedly said, leaning his back on the wall.

finn and y/n had been friends ever since pre-school, they used to be best friends but some things change. they both reconnected when they joined the glee club around the same time. “what is it now? rachel? quinn? puck?” “kurt.” y/n whistled lowly, “that’s a new one.” they started to walk down the hallway to head to the glee club. “what about him?” “well, my mom made us move in with him and his dad, and now- now, i’ve got to share a room with him! like the dude’s fine and all, sure, but i need my privacy and he kinda makes me feel, i don’t know, uncomfortable?” finn rambled, stuffing his hands into his pockets as his flannel brushed to the side.

y/n only chuckled, “why on earth does he make you uncomfortable?” their question makes finn fidget a bit, “he just… i’m so sure he likes me. it’s obvious. sharing a room with him is like sharing a room with a girl that likes me.” y/n gave him a weird look, “okay, i’ll pretend you didn’t just compare kurt to a girl and that you think he likes you-” “i’m not thinking it! he does!” they sighed, “right. look, if it bothers you that much, sleep in the living room. it isn’t that complicated, finn.” finn huffed and nodded as they entered the choir room.

he sat beside tina, who was looking a little off today and that’s when it clicked. “you aren’t wearing your usual goth look, t. what happened?” y/n asked her as they sat beside finn, “figgins thinks she’s a vampire and said if she wore goth any time soon, she’d get suspended.” mercedes explained, “what.” y/n deadpanned, in disbelief that their principal actually believes vampires are real.

“it’s so weird.” “this so isn’t you.” artie and finn commented, “i feel like an asian branch davidian.” tina expressed woefully, will frowned at her state. “tina, are there any other looks you can try?” mr. schuester’s question started a plenty of suggestions. “biker chick?” “cowgirl?” “hood rat.” “computer programmer!” “cross-country skier.” “catholic schoolgirl?” “a happy-meal, no onions… or a chicken.” everyone looked at brittany with concern before tina had enough of their ideas.

“look, i appreciate it, guys, but it just isn’t me. i know who i am, and i’m not allowed to show it. it’s like communism.” she begrudgingly comments before rachel stomped into the room, fervent as always.

“guys, we have a serious problem. you know, i’ve been doing some deep background on vocal adrenaline-” “isn’t that against the rules?” artie asked her, “no, not at all- or, probably. whatever!” schue shook his head at her answer, but rachel didn’t really seem to care. “anyway, what i figured out, i rooted through the dumpsters behind the carmel auditorium and i found 18 empty boxes of christmas lights.” tina’s eyes widened, “oh, no.” “which led me to joelle fabrics. i asked them about red chantilly lace and they were sold out!” rachel exclaimed and now the girls and kurt looked entirely worried. “oh, sweet jesus.” “oh, my.” mercedes and him commented, a few of the guys looked confused.

mr. schuester looked at rachel, “what?” “they’re doing gaga.” kurt explained while mercedes and rachel expressed how screwed they were. “we should have guessed it. they’re going full out theatricality. they know it’s the easiest way to beat us. damn them!” y/n took a deep breath in, they were definitely screwed.

“what’s up with this gaga dude? he just dresses weird, right? like bowie?” puck’s question made rachel scoff, “lady gaga is a woman! she’s only the biggest pop act to come along in decades! she’s boundary-pushing! the most theatrical performer of our generation, and she changes her looks faster than britt changes sexual partners.” “that’s true.” she agreed as kurt went on a rant about how amazing lady gaga is.

“it makes sense that vocal adrenaline would pay homage. it’s a brilliant move. she’s a perfect fit for them.” artie muttered, “now, hold on a second.” schue spoke up, “we might be able to kill two birds with one stone here. we can help tina find a new look and find a competitive number for regionals.” tina smiled as y/n held her hand encouragingly.

“this week, your assignment: gaga.” a round of whispers filled the room as the girls and kurt began to plot, rachel announced the ideas were coming to her, needing a pen and paper before mr. schuester pointed at his office. the boys, however, didn’t look too happy about it. y/n was pretty neutral on the topic.

after the glee meeting, both finn and y/n walked side-by-side in the hallway as they headed to class. they turned to finn, “you look excited about gaga.” they commented sarcastically but finn didn’t catch that. “what? i’m not-” “i know. i was being sarcastic, you big doof.” y/n smiled, “come on, it isn’t so bad. lady gaga’s got some catchy hits, like just dance.” finn tilted his head, “of course, you don’t know that song. why did i even mention it?” they muttered to themselves, looking around the hallway with a bored expression.

finn let out an annoyed grunt, “why are we always doing the things the girls wanna do?” he wondered out loud, y/n pressed their lips into a firm line. “well, if that’s how you feel, then why don’t you express it to mr. schue? i’m sure he’ll understand your point of view. sometimes.” the tall boy nodded, slowly smiling. “maybe i will.” he simply said before turning back around to head to mr. schuester’s office. “aaand there he goes.” y/n quietly commented, continuing their journey to history class.

gaga week had gone extremely well, other than karofsky and azimio picking on tina and kurt, and rachel finding out that vocal adrenaline’s coach was her mom. finn had also convinced mr. schue to allow the boys to do a song by the band kiss instead of lady gaga.

y/n was getting text spams and long rants every five minutes from finn about how much of a hassle it was to live with kurt, it was honestly starting to get on their nerves. they didn’t care about it much until they got a text from the quarterback saying he had called kurt a slur when he was blinded by rage.

finn drove to their house and was immediately met with an upset face. “i cannot believe you called him that!” they yelled as finn fell onto their bed with his hands on his face, “i know, dude. i feel really bad about it, too.” he groaned in frustration, mad at himself for being such a jerk.

“i wanna make it up to him, but i just don’t know how.” finn muttered, staring up at their bedroom’s ceiling. y/n fiddled with their oversized t-shirt before their eyes lingered on a specific costume that was hung on their closet door; their gaga costume. y/n smirked, “i have an idea.” they slyly turned towards their best friend who raised his head up with a questionable look on his face.

with that, they spent the entire night fashioning up a theatricality costume for the boy as a way to show his support for kurt and that he was different from the other guys on the football team who would judge and scrutinise everything the glee club did.

the next day, since it was the end of the week, everyone had decided to go to school in their costumes. y/n didn’t mind but it was a bit uncomfortable to get to and from class in white latex tights.

“woah! guys, why are you all in your theatricality costumes?” mr. schue asked as he walked into the choir room, “it’s the end of the week. we were kind of hoping to learn what the lesson of the assignment was.” artie told him, “well, um, you guys have had some great numbers this week but i’m not sure that i know either.” he confessed and the rest of the club chuckled with him before a voice spoke up.

“i do.” tina walked into the room in her usual goth attire, “goth tina! you’re back!” y/n exclaimed, beaming at her. the girl smiled at their enthusiasm, “i refuse to dress like somebody i’m not to be somebody i’m not, and i learned it’s good to be a little theatrical.” she said before taking a bow as everyone applauded. “there she is! she’s back!” mr. schue encouragingly announced, patting her on the back.

artie looked around amidst all the cheering, realising that two people were missing. “wait, where’s kurt? and where’s finn?” his question made everyone look around, before the revelation hit y/n. “guys, we need to go find them. now.” the entire club ventured out together through the hallways to find the two guys, which they did.

“oh my god.” “what is finn wearing?” santana stated and quinn asked, in shock. “he wanted to make up for something he did to kurt so i helped him with his gaga costume.” y/n explained, “problem was that we could only use this old shower curtain i found in my attic.” they added, snickering at the sight of their friend wearing a red, rubber-looking dress. they walked towards them as they noticed karofsky and azimio were once again bullying them. “‘cause i’m pretty sure we can take the both of you.” “yeah, but can you take all of us?” puck quipped as they backed finn up.

“okay. okay, i get it. i took biology. you know what, karofsky? we done disturbed the freak hive! the worker freaks is trying to protect the queen freak.” azimio mocked, “next time, we’ll bring some friends, too.” karofsky threatened before the two jocks walked away from the group.

rachel took off her shades, “i’m tired of everyone calling us freaks.” she complained, “well, look at us. we are freaks.” mercedes joked as everyone laughed along. finn smiled at this, “but we’re all freaks together, and we shouldn’t have to hide it.” he told them before sudden clapping attracted their attention.

“nice job, finn. think you just figured out what the lesson was, kinda makes me wish i’d planned it.” mr. schue joked, “but mercedes is right, you do all look incredibly insane.” y/n smiled and turned to finn, high-fiving one another. “told you my plan would work.” they whispered to him as he rolled his eyes, “yeah, yeah. you’re always right, i get it.” y/n only punched him lightly on his shoulder as they all began to walk back to the choir room.

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warblercore · 8 months

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just posted the first chapter of my witchy glee au! check it out if you fancy, i'll be updating at least once a week (but let's face it, i'll probably get too excited and update more regularly at some point lol)

#YES i have already made art for this au what do you take me for????#i rlly hope y'all like it!!!#glee #glee fanfic #the ships are exactly what you would expect from me #and everyone is friends (even if they seem like they hate eachother)#i am terrified to post this lmaoooooooooooooo (laughing but with tears streaming down my face)

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 8 months

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Well, our 2023 Klaine Bingo is over and we are so pleased to share that 192 stories were shared to the AO3 Collection!! These are stories that you all loved and were written in the past 5 years. I've definitely found stories that I haven't read before, and I hope you all find fics you love as well. Thank you very much to everyone who shared! We are so fortunate to still have a fabulous fandom over 8 years since the show ended. Thanks to the writers who continue to write great stories, and thanks to the readers who use this library to share what they love.

Happy September!!

~Lynne

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special-bc-ur-part-of-it · 6 months

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a spontaneous fall one-shot appears!

set up to fall for you

Summary:

Kurt knows Mercedes and Sam mean well, but the history of blind dates they’ve set him up on is not pretty. But maybe that’s about to change when he meets Sam’s friend Blaine as his blind date on a “double date” which Mercedes and Sam have convinced them to come along on.

Mercedes should consider herself lucky that Kurt loves her. There are few other people for whom he would willingly muddy his boots at a farm. There are even fewer for whom he would willingly let himself be dragged along as a third wheel. And there is nearly no one else for whom he would be dragged along as a third wheel only to discover he is, in fact, not a third wheel, but has been roped into a “double date,” for which his “date” happens to be a blind date.

“Mercedes,” he reminds her upon learning he has been roped into such a situation, “do you not remember how much of a disaster it was the last time you and Sam tried to set me up with one of his friends?”

keep reading on ao3

#iz's writing #klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction #glee fanfic #glee fanfiction #it's fall i love fall fall fluff happened <3

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gleefuldarrencrissfan · 3 months

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Chapter 4

DAMMIT SAM! Blaine yelled.

“Calm down, Blaine,” Sam advised. “I’ll replace it.”

“Which? The television screen, which I bought, or the golf club sticking out of it. What the hell were you doing?”

“Practicing my swing. But I could ask you the same?” Sam smirked. “You’re blotchy and you had a semi when you ran up here. What, or dare I say, who, were you doing down there.”

Blaine’s face turned crimson red. “Nobody. Nothing. We were rehearsing.”

“Damn right you were. I’ve seen the show and I heard what you two were singing. Hell, I’ve rehearsed it with you. I know what it entails,” Sam smiled. “Did you kiss him yet? Lord knows you want to. You haven’t shut up about how much of a hottie he is since you met him, and how much you’ve wanted to kiss his face off.”

“What the hell, Sam? No. He was going to and then you threw a golf club through our damn monitor. I need to warn Mercedes what she’s getting into when she moves in. When is that happening by the way?”

“A few weeks. She’s still contracted to the show in LA, but it sounds like you’ll appreciate havin’ an empty apartment with the way you two were going at it down there,” Sam teased.

Blaine pouted as his back sunk into the couch. “Actually. I got the impression that he’s not interested in me like that. Although I got some mixed signals. I thought I saw something in his eyes at rehearsal today, but then he said he was just really into the performance.”

“Not interested? Come on, Blaine. The way he looks at you? He’s clearly interested. He wants to climb you like a friggin tree.”

“Are you sure he’s looking at me? Because he kept bringing you up. And remember the time you said he kept talking about your package.”

“That was hilarious. He was so frazzled. He wouldn’t be the first gay guy that wanted to do me.”

“Shut up!” Blaine laughed, slapping Sam’s shoulder playfully. “I do not want to do you.”

“You so wanted to do me, at least when we first met,” Sam teased.

“That was before I got to know you and learned what a slob and klutz you are,”

“Aw, you know how to bruise a guy’s ego. If I swung that way, I’d do you.”

“I think it’s pretty obvious the way you swing. Our screen is exhibit A,” Blaine chuckled. “And what gives you the impression that I’d let you do me. You’d be too bossy. I mean, we only work out together, and you make me want to shove your head up your own ass sometimes. Besides, you make me too self-conscious. Have you seen your abs?”

“Uh yeah. Underwear model, duh. It’s part of the job description,” Sam teased as he pushed Blaine’s shoulder. “Yours aren’t so bad either. You’ve just about shed that freshman fifteen, like you wanted. If we keep at it, you’ll be in tip-top shape for the show, and for the hottie with the perfect ass downstairs,’” Sam said, using air quotes for emphasis.

“I never said he had a perfect ass,” Blaine smirked.

“That was my interpretation of what you thought of it, since you said, you’d like to take a bite of it,” Sam teased. “But I have eyes, and it is a nice ass.”

“And you wonder why people initially think you’re gay or bi when they first meet you,” Blaine laughed.

“Totally hetero dude, and even if I wasn’t, you’re the assman, not me. I prefer boobs and a full figure. I don’t want to get bruises every time we get physical,” Sam laughed. “So anyway, without the screen, I guess we need to revert back to old training methods. You want the mat or the gloves, dude?”

“Gloves. And you better bring it because every time I see that stupid club embedded in our screen, the more motivation I have to kick your ass.”

“Bring it on,” Sam challenged, taking his stance.

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Kurt nervously knocked on the door to Ms. Rhodes’ office. He took a deep breath to try to calm his nerves but his hands were shaking uncontrollably. He couldn’t believe he was about to give up his dream role.

His mouth was dry. Must he really do this? Surely he could control his urges. They were only going to be doing the show for a month because the producers weren’t sure if there was a demand for it. Surely, he’d be able to control himself.

Kurt bit his lip. He’d have to hold Blaine, kiss him, feel him holding his body daily. He could barely handle rehearsing with him for just a few minutes yesterday without wanting to kiss him senseless. He almost had if it hadn’t been for Blaine’s phone.

No. He couldn’t do that to Sam, regardless if Sam was the one who said it was fine. Kurt knew that it wasn’t just because he couldn’t deal with the pain and frustration of singing the words to ‘As Long as You’re Mine’ when Blaine wasn’t. He never would be. Blaine’s heart belonged to Sam. Kurt knocked, and the door opened.

“Blaine?” Instead of the short blonde, his co-star was standing on the other side of the door.

The curly-headed man smiled. “Hey, Kurt. What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question. Isn’t this April’s office?” Kurt asked.

“Yeah, but she’s not coming in today, so she asked Cooper to fill in.”

“Hey, Kurt,” Cooper called across the small office. He was leaning back in the seat with both feet propped on top of the desk, both hands behind his head. “Did you need something?”

“I needed to speak to April,” Kurt replied simply, perching his chin on his fist.

“She says she’s sick, which translates into either I’m hungover or I found a hot guy to bang, possibly both,” Cooper blurted as he stretched, but when he did, he leaned back too far and crashed to the floor. “Shit, If I break another one of her chairs, she’ll kick my ass.”

“Just do what you did the last time. Convince her that she did it,” Blaine suggested. “Or you could just stay out of her chair,” he said.

Cooper stood the chair upright and sighed with relief when he realized it was still intact. “Is there something I can help with?”

“No. I really need to discuss something with her,” Kurt replied, shrugging his shoulders.

“Is it Blaine here? I keep telling him he needs to show more emotion. Scream his lines and point a little more,” Cooper said.

“And I keep telling you that I’ll send Rachel’s optometry bill to you when I poke out her eye,” Blaine huffed. “Is everything ok, Kurt?”

Kurt nodded. “I can talk to her when she returns.”

“She’ll be out for the rest of the week,” Cooper replied. “That’s why I'm here. She needed me to find the schedule for what scenes we need to work on today. It’s fine. I’ll just ask Rachel what scenes she thinks we need to work on.”

“God no, Coop. If we do that, she’ll only want to work on her scenes. Hell, that’s what we’ve mostly been doing anyway.”

“Actually, I know exactly which number we need to work on,” Cooper said with a mischievous grin.

Kurt sighed. He was roaming aimlessly, checking every dressing room or office he could. Today had been exhausting. If Elphaba wasn’t his dream role, he would’ve quit. Hell, he had tried. He had thought working with April had been a nightmare, partly because there was hardly a day when she was clear-headed, and when she was, she fussed about everything.

But under Cooper’s directions, things were so much worse. Kurt had initially been star-struck to have Cooper Anderson as part of the directorial staff, but now he understood Blaine’s reaction when he first brought his brother up. He was hired for his good looks. However, Cooper was clearly not cut out for directing. Kurt ended up ignoring many of his ‘pointers’ and just went with his gut. Cooper drove him crazy, but however annoying he was toward him, he was insufferable toward Blaine.

Things got out of hand when Cooper stormed the stage during ‘Dancing Through Life’ and just started singing over Blaine. When he made a biting comment about how Blaine had to do it perfectly or else he would bring shame on the Anderson name, Blaine lost it and stormed off stage. Kurt tried to go after him, but Rachel started nagging him about something. It took her several minutes to get the hint that he was going to check on his co-star. Actually, he just left her mid-sentence.

Kurt was about to give up looking when he heard a familiar voice. There on a small practice stage, was Blaine, hunched over the piano keys, playing his heart out. Of course, Blaine was letting out his emotions through song.

I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath

Scared to rock the boat and make a mess

So I sat quietly, agreed politely

I guess that I forgot I had a choice

I let you push me past the breaking point

I stood for nothing, so I fell for everything

Kurt felt goosebumps prickle on his skin. Blaine was an incredible pianist, his fingers skimming the keys nimbly as he poured out his soul. Kurt listened quietly for a moment as Blaine continued to emote his frustration through song.

I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter

Dancing through the fire

'Cause I am a champion, and you're gonna hear me roar

Louder, louder than a lion

'Cause I am a champion, and you're gonna hear me roar

Kurt fixed his eyes on his beautiful neighbor as he poured his heart out on the small stage, as if the audience was full and he was up for a Tony. But this wasn’t. This was raw. This was real. This was wrong.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

You're gonna hear me roar

The lyrics were coming out as a near growl now as Blaine stood and nearly knocked over the piano bench with the force of his movements. Kurt started backing away, feeling a little guilty for intruding on such an emotional release. Of course, he had his eyes on Blaine instead of the floor, and he ran right into a pedestal that was supporting a plaster statue, which promptly crashed to the ground.

Blaine immediately stopped playing and began searching with his eyes to find the disturbance. “Kurt? Are you ok?” He asked as he bent down and righted the piano bench and took a seat backward, facing Kurt.

Kurt stepped toward his neighbor. “I didn’t mean to disturb you. I just wanted to check and see if you were ok? Are you? You don’t sound like you are.” Blaine’s shoulders drooped in disappointment. Kurt shook his head. “You sounded incredible. I’ve never heard anyone play like that before.”

“Sorry.” Blaine lowered his head in shame.

“Don’t be sorry. You’re amazing,” Kurt said softly. “May I?” he asked, motioning with his chin to ask if he could sit next to him.

Blaine nodded. “Cooper doesn’t seem to think so,” Blaine sighed, a tear forming in the inner corner of his eye.

“He’s wrong,” Kurt replied softly. “How much older is he than you?”

Blaine brushed away the moisture from his eye. “Seven years. But sometimes it feels like we come from different planets.”

“I get it. I had a brother,” Kurt said, his eyes dropping down to the floor.

“Had?” Blaine took Kurt’s hand in his, immediately causing Kurt to lift his chin. Blaine locked eyes with him as if to say you can tell me anything and I’ll listen.

Kurt chewed his bottom lip. “Finn. He passed away two years ago. He was my stepbrother, but we were brothers. We supported each other when it came to the major issues, but we had our moments of rivalry, especially with my father, so I know how that feels. I’m sorry you feel ridiculed by Cooper.”

“I have thick skin. I can usually deal with it, but it was different back home. This is his turf. Everybody knows his name. April loves him. Hell, this would be his part if he didn’t have commitment issues. Even Sam seems to forget I’m there when he’s around.”

“Blaine, I’ve seen you perform and I’ve seen him. And regardless of his fanbase or his name, you have something he doesn’t?”

Blaine’s eyebrows furrowed. “Which is?”

“Depth. Sincerity. Humility. Take your pick. You’re going to be amazing.” Kurt said, realizing that his hand was still in Blaine’s. He gave it a quick squeeze and then released it. “You are going to make an wonderful Fiyero to whomever plays the part,”

Blaine’s head jerked up in surprise. “Wait, you’re playing the part, right?”

“I’m stepping down, Blaine. When April comes back. That’s the reason I went to her office today,” Kurt admitted, his teeth scraping against his bottom lip.

“You can’t. You’re my- I mean, our Elphaba,” Blaine corrected. “We need you.”

“I was so lost today, last night,” Kurt blushed as he thought back to the night before with Blaine in his arms, touching him, looking at him longingly as Sam was upstairs waiting for him to return.

“Everyone was lost today. We are all kinda lost because my brother is an egomaniac that gives horrible acting advice and our director is a lush,” Blaine joked, but then his eyes turned soft and he leaned in so they were nearly touching. “You were the only one who was able to keep his head on straight. If you leave, I might snap and strangle my brother, or Rachel, or both,” Blaine said with an earnest smile. “Please, stick it out. For me?” Blaine was so close that he could smell his Versace cologne. Eros. If Kurt wasn’t mistaken, it seemed like Blaine just looked at his lips as well.

Kurt exhaled deeply and shook his head. Blaine’s taken. But he had a point. He had made a commitment to the show and to the other cast members. Not to mention, April threatened his life and career when he got the role. Quitting wasn’t an option. “Fine. But I reserve the right to staple your brother to the wall if he appoints himself in charge ever again.”

“Oh, I’m looking forward to it. I’ll load the staple gun myself,” Blaine laughed. “We need to get back in there before Cooper decides to write himself into the script.”

Kurt was pacing nervously in his own apartment. Blaine was coming over in a few minutes so that they could rehearse. It would be the first time that they had been alone since the moment they had shared on the practice stage. Mostly because they were working on different things. Blaine had a smaller role, so he was often working with the orchestra or practicing choreography on ‘Dancing through Life.’ As one of the lead characters, Kurt was working on one of the many numbers he had to have perfected by opening night, which was only a month away. Kurt had found out that the reason he had such a short time before opening night was because the original actress chosen for Elphaba had been fired due to creative differences. Kurt fully understood. He’d only been a part of the show for a short time, and the only person he hadn’t butted heads with was Blaine. He especially had issues with Rachel.

Rehearsals had Kurt working with the diva most days, and that was exhausting. She was very particular, and oftentimes, they would end up yelling at each other. Making matters worse, April hardly showed up sober or at all, which must’ve given Rachel the idea that she got to call the shots. Every muscle in Kurt’s body hurt and many nights, so he went straight to bed as soon as he completed his skin regimen. At least, sleep was coming easier these days. The noise from upstairs had been surprisingly subdued, ever since the day Blaine had rushed out of his apartment to check on Sam.

Kurt had been a little surprised to see the text from Blaine suggesting they rehearse. Kurt said they could meet at his apartment, but Blaine declined and said he preferred to come to Kurt’s. He already had their tea prepared, and now he was just waiting for him to arrive. Kurt sighed and picked up his script. He started reading through his lines right before the end of Act 1 but it was no use. He couldn’t focus. It didn’t matter because at that moment, there was a brisk knock at the door.

“Come in.”

“Um, we don’t usually do that, sir. And we need you to sign for the delivery,” a gruff voice explained.

“Delivery? I’m not expecting anything,” Kurt replied, heading to the door.

“Isn’t this 316C?”

“216C,” Kurt replied, unlatching the chain. “The one you need is upstairs.”

“Well hell. This won’t fit in the elevator, and this thing is a bitch to carry. Wasn’t the ground floor level A?” the man asked as Kurt opened the door to find two burly men holding a very large, but skinny box.

“Um, no. The ground floor doesn’t have many apartments. The super and the maintenance man live down there. There’s a few small offices they rent, and a small closet they call a laundry room, but that’s it. This is B. C level is upstairs, right above me.”

The smaller man spoke. “Damn. This is heavy. Let’s go, Carl. Sorry, dude.”

Kurt nodded. “No Problem. Do you need me to get the door for you?”

“Nah. We’re good. Have a nice day.”

Kurt continued watching them shift the heavy box and they were on their way. Kurt observed the two men until they reached the stairway.

“Admiring a package,” Blaine smirked.

“One much two big for my liking,” Kurt chuckled. “Actually, I think it belongs to you.”

“Oh shit! I need to go take care of that. It wasn’t supposed to come until this afternoon. It’s in my name, and I will probably need to sign for it. I also need to see if I can talk them into taking off the old one for me, since it was still under warranty. Although as much abuse as it took, I’d say we’re just out of luck. Rain check?”

Kurt scratched his head. “It’s fine. I’m kinda too tired to rehearse tonight anyway. Go help the delivery guys. I’ll see you tomorrow at the theater.”

Blaine smiled. “Yeah. ok. See you later, Kurt. You were amazing today.”

“You too. Go take care of business,” Kurt said, waving a small goodbye. He sighed. He didn’t even want to know what the two men were having delivered this time. Abuse? What could be in the box? Kurt shook his head as the realization dawned on him that he really didn’t want to know.

“This is an absolute nightmare,” April slurred. “We have a month, and I think it’s getting worse instead of better. Elphaba, you need to burst onto the scene with more intensity.”

“Earlier, you said I needed it to be more subdued,” Kurt huffed, exhausted. “I’m not sure how to do both.”

“Figure it out, Mr. Persnickety,” April slurred. “God. Amateurs. You have to tell them everything,” she complained, rolling her eyes. “Everybody take lunch. We will come back in an hour and hopefully everyone will have their shit together.”

Kurt sighed, slinking behind the stage wall, his back sinking into the wooden structure.

“Are you ok? It’s not you. She’s wasted. Again.” Santana said bluntly.

“She’s not wrong. I’m an amateur, and I’ve never been so unsure in my life,” Kurt admitted.

“I find that surprising, because if I walked out of the house wearing half the monstrosities I saw you wear in high school, I would've gotten thrown into the dumpster.”

“I was thrown into the dumpster,” Kurt replied, sighing heavily.

“And yet, you still insisted on looking like a Puerto Rican Pride float even though you got your ass kicked because of it,” Santana smiled. “You were a badass then, and you still are now.”

“Didn’t keep you from pretending not to know me at auditions,” Kurt frowned, shaking his head.

“Because I originally auditioned and received the role.,” Santana admitted. “But Berry threw a fit because she and I do NOT get along, and she insisted they look for my replacement.”

“I didn’t know that. I’m sorry. You would’ve been a great Elphaba,” Kurt said, consoling his friend.

“Damn right, I would have, but then I would’ve had to kiss Berry’s ass and we all know that I would’ve snatched her bald, she would’ve pressed charges, and I can’t pull off an orange jumpsuit,” Santana snarked.

Kurt laughed. “True. I’m not sure I won’t do the same.” Kurt straightened up and turned so he was facing his former classmate. “I’m still not sure what April wants or how to pull off this role.”

“Not even the crazy crackhead herself knows what she wants. She was a trainwreck when she had her own show. She’s only directing because she threatened the producer she was sleeping with. Her last show was a disaster, and this one is looking like one as well.”

“That all makes so much sense,” Kurt replied. “This show can’t fail though. This is my shot. What do you suggest I do?”

“Embody the character. She’s you. Be the badass we both know you are. And then, get off your ass and climb the bushy-haired hobbit like a tree since he fought for you so fiercely.”

“Blaine?”

“Yeah. He threatened to walk if you weren’t his Elphaba. Rachel kept trying to get April to double cast her, but Blaine stormed over to the table and insisted that you were the best and he wanted you. The midget stormed off. It was funny as shit,” Santana laughed. “Look, even I was impressed when you came in for your audition. Blaine was right. You are his Elphaba.”

“Thank you. And you let me know if there’s ever a night you want to perform. I’ll take a night off and you’ll get to shine,” Kurt smiled. “I better go get something for lunch. Lord knows what she’ll have us doing when she gets back.”

“If she comes back,” Santana said, rolling her eyes as she began walking away.

“Santana.”

“Yeah,” the Latina woman smiled softly.

“Thanks.”

As luck would have it, April did show back up eventually. She demanded that they work on ‘Defying Gravity’, and it was disastrous. The harness broke as it was lifting Kurt into the air. Luckily, he hadn’t been hoisted very high when it happened. Blaine was there immediately, as he was now at the hospital, holding his hand as the doctor told him there were no broken bones, but his right wrist was sprained and he had a few bruises.

“So, I’d suggest taking it easy and having someone check out the harness before you attempt the stunt again. I’ll call in your medication. Try to get some rest and limit the use of that wrist for a couple weeks. If it doesn’t improve, stop back in and see us,” the doctor instructed. “You’re free to go as soon as the nurse brings in your discharge papers. Feel better, Mr. Hummel. And maybe your boyfriend can help you with tasks around the house for a little while.”

“Oh no, he’s not my boyfriend, he’s my…” Kurt called out, but the doctor had already left the room and Kurt found it pointless to finish that statement.

“Pity about that,” Blaine pouted playfully.

“Regarding my wrist. It’ll be fine. I’ll just insist Rachel try out the harness first,” Kurt laughed. “I appreciate you coming with me. You didn’t need to. But thank you.”

“You’re right-handed and I didn’t want you to shrug it off. It could’ve been broken. We had nothing in the first aid kit except a few small band-aids,” Blaine said.

“I don’t just mean today. Santana told me that you went to bat for me so I’d get the role. She said you threatened to quit and everything.”

“You were the best,” Blaine said, shrugging his shoulders. “Besides, Rachel was insisting that she somehow play both the role of Glinda and Elphaba, and then April started to say she would do it, and I had had enough. You are brilliant, Kurt. But I get the impression that you don’t believe that yet.”

“April seems to regret hiring me,” Kurt said, sighing deeply.

“I think April regrets whatever she smoked at lunch,” Blaine laughed as he took Kurt’s uninjured hand in his and peered deeply into Kurt’s eyes. “You’re perfect for the role. But if there’s anything I can do to help you feel more comfortable...”

“Just put a muzzle in that first aid kit in case Rachel ever suggests being double casted again because I will not hold back.”

Blaine grinned. “Deal.”

It was inevitable. A few days later, April demanded they work on ‘As Long as You’re Mine,’ and she was insufferable.

“Blaire!” she yelled.

“Blaine,” the actor corrected. “Yes?”

“Where’s the heat? The intensity? The sexual energy should be radiating out of you. You two aren’t shacking up in your dressing rooms, are ya, ‘cuz I just ain’t feeling it?”

“As stoned as she probably is, I’m a bit surprised that she can feel anything ever,” Kurt whispered to Blaine. Blaine bit his lip to keep the laughter from escaping his mouth.

“Well, are you bumpin’ uglies or is there another reason the chemistry is fizzlin’ instead of sizzlin’?”

“Just ‘cause you jump into bed with everyone that has a pulse doesn’t mean that they hafta do it too,” Cooper blurted.

“Like you’re one to talk. You were in my bed the night we met,” April snarked back.

“You’re the one who stuck her hands down my pants and offered me a contract if I did.”

“You took it,” she accused back.

“You’re only here because you did the same with the producer,” Cooper fired back.

“Confirmation of why they are both in the positions they’re in,” Blaine said teasingly at Kurt, who laughed. “As entertaining and eye-opening as these revelations are, how about you two take ten and air out your dirty laundry while Kurt and I take a minute to sort this scene out, please.”

“Agreed,” Rachel blurted exasperated. “The last time they went back and forth like this, they started groping each other in the orchestra pit, and I just got the images out of my head. Besides, I need to hydrate.”

“Good idea. I need to hydrate too. Let’s go do that too, hot stuff,” April said to Cooper, as she jerked his hand, beckoning him to follow her to her office. She cackled when he slapped her ass and they scrambled down the aisle and through the exit.

“We won’t see them for the rest of the day, thank the lord,” Santana blurted. “But in all fairness, she wasn’t completely wrong when she said there wasn’t a lot of heat between you two today.”

“It’s hard to get into the role, Santana, when everything is literal chaos,” Kurt defended.

“Dude’s not wrong,” Puck, one of the stagehands, commented.

“Don’t call me dude,” Kurt replied. “And in my defense, we’ve done this number once.”

“Twice if you count your apartment,” Blaine replied.

“Wanky!” Santana smirked. “Was April on to somethin’? Was Elphaba stuffin’ the scarecrow herself?

Kurt’s cheeks flamed red. “There was nothing of the sort. We barely got to rehearse.”

“Why don’t we work on it now?” Blaine suggested. “They probably won’t be back.

“I think we need to work on the opening number,” Rachel countered.

“That’s your number. Again!” Kurt replied, rolling his eyes and clenching his fists. “That’s all we ever work on, are your numbers. That’s why Blaine and I have had little time to work on this one.”

Blaine calmly took Kurt’s hand in his. “Hey, why don’t you all work on that one then. Rachel, you were a little flat on the final note.”

“I WAS NOT!” Rachel fired back.

“No, that was your chest,” Santana snarked.

“We can’t all get work done, like you,” Rachel shouted back.

“If you could, I’d start with that snozz. You could provide shelter for a whole family of hobbits underneath it.”

“Funny. You could do the same with your boobs,” Rachel yelled back, her finger pointing back at Santana accusingly.

“You guys, this is not helpful. We should…” Kurt was cut off by Blaine taking his left hand and leading him off behind the stage and down a familiar hall. “Where are we going? You started that on purpose, didn’t you?” Kurt laughed.

“Me?” Blaine laughed. “With this cast, that’s an easy task. But I heard you say that we’ve barely had time to rehearse our number, even though we are kinda neighbors. What do you say we remedy that now? If you’re okay with that and your wrist isn’t hurting or anything.” Blaine pushed open the doors to the small rehearsal stage they were on a few days ago when he had gone searching for Blaine.

“I don’t really need my wrist too much for this number, Blaine.” Kurt smiled. “Unless there’s some intense choreography I didn’t know about.”

“No. But we’ll have to get close. Are you more comfortable with that now? With me?”

“I was never not comfortable with you. It’s just, it didn’t feel right. With Sam right above us.”

“I told you Sam’s cool. He’s a performer too. But I have an idea. Blaine knelt down on the stage floor, Kurt’s hand still in his, causing Kurt to be pulled in closer to the man currently on his knees.

“Blaine, I…”

Blaine shook his head. “I’m not Blaine. I’m Fiyero and you’re Elphaba, and right now, there’s nobody else around. Just a misunderstood witch and her future scarecrow. There’s nobody to critique us or give us feedback that just changes in five minutes. Just us.”

Kurt bit his bottom lip. This could be helpful. He knew the reason that his earlier performance lacked passion was because he didn’t feel confident in front of April or Cooper. Now, it was just them again. He allowed Blaine to lead him down into a sitting position, now facing one another.

But that created the same problem they had had in Kurt’s apartment. They were alone, and they would be touching and kissing with nothing but his own willpower to stop him if he got too enthusiastic.

“It’s ok, Elphaba.”

Kurt cocked his eyebrow. “That’s not the line, Blaine.”

“Fiyero. I’m Fiyero, and your Elphaba, and we finally admitted to ourselves and each other that we love each other. They are about to take me and torture me so we only have this moment.”

“I didn’t take you for method, Blai…Fiyero,” Kurt said but switched to the character name when Blaine shook his head playfully at him. This could work. He was Elphaba, not Kurt. It was Fiyero in front of him, and not Blaine. He could do this. There was no perfect blonde that was waiting for Fiyero. Well, there was. Glinda, the good, who really wasn’t. Glinda, who manipulated people, even his character. She didn’t deserve Fiyero.

“We don’t have any music,” Kurt objected as he sat down, his legs underneath him.

“That’s okay, Elphaba, darling. We don’t need it.” Blaine still held his hands in his own.

Kurt rolled his eyes, but he went with it as he began to sing. He was Elphaba, and his Fiyero was right there, across from him.

Kiss me too fiercely

Hold me too tight

Blaine released one of Kurt’s hands and cupped his face, starring deeply into his eyes. No, this was Fiyero. They were playing a role. He was Elphaba, and this was his one chance to show Fiyero that they belonged to one another, finally. Fiyero grasped his other hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently before moving his hand to Kurt’s trim waist.

I need help believing

You're with me tonight

Kurt could feel his heart thump rapidly inside his chest. He understood his character’s thoughts. He couldn’t believe that currently, Blaine was now caressing his face with one hand while holding him tightly with the other. It didn’t feel real.

My wildest dreamings

Could not foresee

Because it wasn’t. This was Fiyero. Not Blaine. Fiyero’s body was now pressed up close to his as they both rose to their knees again.

Lying beside you

With you wanting me

Kurt stared into Fiyero’s eyes and saw want, as the lyrics said. He wanted him. Fiyero’s eyes, which were really Blaine's, kept glancing down. ‘He’s looking at my lips,’ he thought. Kurt tried to remain composed as he began singing the chorus.

And just for this moment

As long as you're mine

I've lost all resistance

And crossed some border line

Blaine was now kissing his neck, nipping up near his ear, and Kurt felt powerless. His skin was buzzing with want and desire.

And if it turns out

It's over too fast

Were they crossing some borderline? No. This was his job. Roles that they were both playing. Actors did this all the time. They kissed one another, simulated sex, and it was part of the contract. It was acting and nothing more. He cupped Blaine’s face, and Blaine did the same in return.

I'll make every last moment last

As long as you're mine

Their lips met with intensity, ever so brief because it was Blaine’s turn to sing. He pulled away and began his lines, and it was a good thing that he had because Kurt was overcome with a sensation he had never experienced in any kiss he had ever shared with anyone, not even Adam. His whole body was tingling, set ablaze from head to toe with desire.

Maybe I'm brainless

Maybe I'm wise

But you've got me seeing

Through different eyes

Blaine’s hand slipped down Kurt’s face, caressing his shoulders and then his upper back. Then, it returned to his chin, as if he wanted to share another kiss. But Blaine kept the same distance between them as he serenaded Elphaba, his love.

Somehow I've fallen

Under your spell

And somehow I'm feeling

It's up that I fell

Blaine’s voice swelled as he seamlessly hit the higher note, but Kurt couldn’t focus on the lyrics or Blaine’s gestures. He was mesmerized by his eyes. The intensity in Blaine’s gaze was too much to bear, and Kurt had to look away to the floor. God, did Blaine look at Sam like this in their moments of passion? They definitely had an intense connection, if the noise from the apartment above was anything to go by. Those feelings between his two neighbors, that was real.

The emotions between this version of Fiyero and Elphaba were fictional, even though it felt authentic in the particular moment. Kurt shook his head. It was time to join Blaine with the chorus.

Every moment

As long as you're mine

I'll wake up my body

And make up for lost time

Their vocals soared together, Blaine’s harmonies blending perfectly with the notes he sang. Blaine’s hands once again caressed his face and he couldn’t resist doing the same.

Say there's no future

For us as a pair

And though I may know

I don't care

Blaine held both of his hands in his own, pulling him even closer so that their faces were merely a few inches apart. Once again, they rose to their knees, body’s moving in sync as they embraced one another. They were so close he could feel Blaine’s breath against his skin. Kurt felt euphoric, as if he was floating on air.

Just for this moment

As long as you're mine

Come be how you want to

And see how bright we shine

This felt right. Their bodies touching, pressing tightly against one another. Blaine’s hot breath was teasing his skin, causing his heart to race faster than it ever had before, as if were about to beat out of chest. Blaine wrapped an arm tighter around his waist and pulled him closer, only to pull back as he sang the next lines.

Borrow the moonlight

Until it is through

Once again, Blaine cupped his cheek. Kurt was panting and fully erect in his pants. He hoped that Blaine couldn’t tell since the stage was dark. Although, as close as they were, Kurt was sure that he had felt Blaine’s hardness brush against him when their bodies had touched a moment ago.

And know I'll be here holding you

As long as you're mine

Kurt pulled back as was scripted and waited for Blaine, no, Fiyero to deliver his line. Was it still Fiyero, or was Blaine just as affected as Kurt. Kurt inhaled deeply, trying to recenter himself as Blaine spoke.

What is it?

Their eyes locked. This was it. The kiss. He needed to deliver his line.

It's just

For the first time

I feel... Wicked!

Their lips collided as they finally fully kissed. Kurt couldn’t hold back. He opened his mouth when he felt Blaine’s tongue licking at the seam of his own. Blaine’s arms wrapped him in a tight embrace as their bodies fully collided into one another’s. Kurt finally surrendered to his desire as Blaine’s tongue dove deeper into his mouth, his own tongue massaging against Blaine’s. Blaine’s hand gripped his neck and pulled him in impossibly closer. This was incredible. It was mind blowing. It was fake. And it was being watched.

Blaine pulled away from him viciously when a wolf whistle pierced the air.

“HOT DAMN! That was fuckin’ hot!” Santana praised. “I’m a lesbian, and that excited me in ways I didn’t know men could excite me.”

“Um, thank you, but I gotta go. I’m sorry. Um, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Kurt blurted, bolting from the small auditorium.

“KURT!” Blaine called after him, but the other man was gone.

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backslashdelta · 2 months

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Hi, the idea of smut prompts sounds hot.

If you like it, I would love to read something with Kurt, Blaine and Elliot, either just as a threesome or in a poly relationship.

It would be cool if it included some bondage/restraint and impact play and Blaine had a praise kink. I'm not a fan of humiliation though, I prefer it to sound affectionate.

It would also be hot if someone got penetrated from both sides.

Hi, I like that very much, what a fantastic prompt!!

Here you go. Enjoy! :)

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Chapter 3

Kurt plopped onto his couch. Today had been exhausting and exhilarating all at once. He could feel his smile etched into his face. He and Blaine got to the second chorus and April callled cut, storming the stage and capturing Kurt in an enormous hug and declaring that he was their flying green bitch. He wasn’t sure if April had mixed up her words or if Mrs. Rhodes was just being affectionate. At this point, it didn’t matter. He had scored his first Broadway role. He was also the first male to ever play Elphaba. He had wanted the role since he had seen the musical the very first time. His former glee club teacher had told him that he could never be Elphaba because he was the wrong gender. Mr. Shu could suck it.

He was so excited that he couldn't stay still. He rose to his feet, humming ‘As Long as You're Mine,’ practically skipping into his kitchen. He grabbed a Keurig pod and put it into the holder. He poured the water into the machine and placed a mug under the spout. He pressed start as his mind replayed today’s events again.

He listened to the steady drip of his Keurig as his humming turned into singing. He needed to go over the script tonight so he’d be ready for rehearsal tomorrow, but he was too excited. He wanted to share it with the world. However, he was told quite bluntly that if he announced his involvement that April would use the staple gun they keep in the staff room to neuter him and promptly fire his ass. He wasn’t going to take any chances. He began singing “Defying Gravity” as he wiped down his counter. He was floating on air. So what if he had to remain silent about his casting. He was happy. Mostly.

His mind flashed back to what had occurred on stage between him and Blaine. Electricity. Pure chemistry. At one point Santana asked if she needed to create a diversion so that they could sneak off behind stage and screw like rabbits because she couldn’t take all the endless eye-fucking. Kurt wasn’t even sure that was a thing. But he was sure that it definitely made things awkward, especially since Blaine lived above him with his boyfriend. A boyfriend that he loved deeply, at least it certainly sounded like it with their nightly sexcapades. He was shocked that it wasn’t currently happeni-

“Grip it tighter, Blaine.”

And there it was.

Kurt sighed. He was honestly relieved that their song was interrupted when it was. It was supposed to end in a passionate kiss. Blaine had barely opened his mouth to sing when Kurt felt beads of sweat form on his hairline. His hands had become clammy, and he was trembling. Because at that moment, he realized that he was thoroughly fucked.

“Yes, that’s it!”

And this was the reason that he was screwed. He would have to perform this scene with Blaine on stage, rehearse it day in and day out. They’d have to perform it eight times a week, most likely with Sam in the front row cheering his boyfriend on and glaring daggers at him. He’d have to kiss a man that he was falling for; and then go home and hear his perfect boyfriend pound into him over and over, night after night.

“YES! FUCK!

Kurt trudged from the living room and into his bedroom. He collapsed directly onto his bed and buried his face into his pillow. He laid there for several minutes, willing himself not to scream or pull his hair out. God, he needed to move apartments.

He sighed deeply and even contemplated skipping his skin care routine and turning in for the night. Then he heard a beep.

His Keurig. He had nearly forgotten. Oh well. A glass of lemon tea might help calm his nerves and help him relax. He sighed and rose from his bed, smoothing the wrinkles from his bedspread he just made when he collapsed onto it in frustration. He plodded over to the counter in his kitchen and grabbed the full mug.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Kurt yelped in surprise at the banging on his door and promptly dropped the mug. "SHIT!"

“Kurt? Is everything ok in there?”

“Blaine? Yeah, hang on. Be right there.” Kurt called. He walked to his door and unlatched the chain. “Pardon the mess.”

“Do you have a cat that likes to send your dishes hurtling to the floor or do you just have a personal vendetta against glass?” Blaine smirked as he reached for the paper towels on the counter and brought some over to Kurt, who was dabbing at the wet mess on the otherwise spotless floor.

“Seems to be the latter as of late,” Kurt pouted. “Although the cat scenario would make me seem less clumsy,” he said as he wiped up the remaining tea off the floor.

“No worries. The day we moved in, I dropped a couch on Sam,” Blaine laughed. “You broke some glass. I nearly broke his ankle.”

“I guess when you put it that way, I don’t feel so bad,” Kurt chuckled. “Did you need me for something?” he asked as he grabbed the broom and the dustpan and began to sweep up the broken glass.

“I just thought I’d come down and see if you wanted to rehearse. You seemed overwhelmed today during rehearsal.” His neighbor smiled as Kurt finished sweeping up the mess.

“I can’t be that great of an actor if you sensed that. I was trying to be a little less obvious,” Kurt said as he emptied the dustpan into the trash can and returned the broom to its place in a tiny closet.

Blaine shook his head. “You’re a great actor, but I sensed it because I was a little flustered too. April does that sometimes. You’ll really be getting into character, really vibing, and then she calls cut! You were really getting into it, and I could tell you wanted to finish. Do you want to run back through it? Finish it?”

“You wouldn’t mind?” Kurt asked as he motioned for Blaine to take a seat at the table as he did the same.

"Of course not?" Blaine smiled. "We're in this together."

"And Sam?"

“Are you kidding? He’s the one who sent me down here. He heard you rehearsing and said you might want some company.”

Kurt blushed. “He heard me? I guess I should’ve suspected. There’s not much insulation between our floors. I hear all kinds of things going on up there,” he said as he glanced down at the slate gray tile floor, his cheeks hot with embarrassment. Was Blaine aware that he could hear him and Sam in the throes of passion?

Blaine cocked his head. “Is that so?”

“Yeah. You two aren’t particularly quiet,” Kurt said, biting his lip.

“Casualty of apartment life in the big city, I guess,” Blaine shrugged, missing Kurt’s mortification at his response. Apparently he was aware of it, and it didn’t phase him in the least. “Anyway, I thought I’d come down and offer my assistance since we’re co-stars now.”

“So, what do you want to rehearse?” the brunette asked as he went back to the counter and pulled out two Keurig pods. He pulled out two mugs from the cabinet. “Would you like some lemon tea?”

“That depends. Will it too meet an untimely end on the floor,” Blaine grinned cheekily.

“No, it could end up in your lap if all your words are so snarky,” Kurt laughed heartily. “I never claimed to be coordinated.”

“I’ll alert the cast and crew,” Blaine chuckled as he raised his head, his gaze meeting Kurt’s.

Kurt poured water into the machine and hit the brew button. He motioned over to Blaine as if to ask if he wanted to take a seat. Blaine walked over to the table and Kurt pulled the chair beside him out so that Blaine could sit down. Kurt giggled. “So, how did you get cast as Fiyero on Broadway? That’s a pretty big feat.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Blaine chuckled. “It’s not a complicated story. I figured you already knew the gist of it, with your nepotism comment and all.”

“No. I didn’t realize you were a Broadway actor,” Kurt replied. “I thought that you were just the piano player.”

“Ouch,” Blaine pretended to be offended then he smiled gently. “Just a piano player, huh?”

“An incredible piano player,” Kurt replied, blushing. “But yeah. I’ve never seen you in anything. I think I would remember if I had.”

“Is that so? Blaine playfully batted his eyelashes. “And why is that?”

“‘I’d remember anybody with a head that big,” Kurt laughed. “So, why did you think I’d recognize you? What have you starred in thus far.”

“Oh, absolutely nothing on Broadway. I’m finishing college. I’ve done a few small roles off Broadway, much to Coop’s chagrin.

Kurt scratched his head in confusion. “Coop? Cooper Anderson?”

“AKA my big brother, and Broadway actor Extraordinaire.”

“HOLY SHIT!” Kurt blurted. “Cooper is your brother?”

“Yep,” Blaine said, popping the p.

“I can’t believe your brother is Cooper Anderson!” Kurt clapped with excitement. “I loved his commercials, and I watched some bootlegged videos of him in the revival of The Boys in the Band. He’s the most gorgeous man in North America.”

“Yeah, and he’ll tell you that too,” Blaine said, rolling his eyes, but Kurt could tell there was affection behind the annoyed look. “My brother and I met Rachel Berry in Ohio where we both grew up, and we all participated in community theater in Columbus. When they graduated, Rachel and Coop auditioned for NYADA together. She got in. He did not, but he started modeling and acting in commercials.”

Kurt didn’t say anything. He just nodded as if to encourage Blaine to continue with his story as he arose from his seat and walked over to the Keurig, which had beeped. Kurt added more water and the second pod as Blaine continued to talk.

“Rachel and Coop went to high school together and they starred in their school musicals together. They even dated, but it didn’t work because they are too much alike. Rachel auditioned for parts while she was at NYADA, and she got the part of Fanny Bryce in Funny Girl. She convinced Cooper to audition for an ensemble role in the show and he got it. He’s been in several shows with Rachel since then. He auditioned for one of April’s shows and she just loved him. They bonded partly because they are both from Ohio. He introduced her to Rachel, and they started to collaborating to put on an all-white version of 'The Wiz'. They worked on it for awhile, and it opened up to horrible reviews and was critically panned. So Rachel suggested they try 'Wicked' for a chance at redeeming all of their reputations.” Blaine chuckled as Kurt brought him a steaming mug of lemon tea. “Thank you,” Blaine said as he took a small sip. Kurt took a seat once more and nodded for Blaine to continue.

“Anyway, when I graduated, I auditioned for NYADA and I got in. Rachel recommended that I audition for some small parts like she and Coop did, and I got a few small parts off Broadway, but I didn’t really land anything big until now. “

“Did Rachel put in a good word for you?” Kurt asked.

“Kinda. April wanted Cooper, but Coop wants to go to LA and try movies. Rachel recommended me to April, and the rest is history.”

“So I was right about nepotism,” Kurt grinned.

“Hey, I went into the audition with a false name. I wanted to get the role on my own merit and I did. April didn’t know that I was Cooper’s brother until after I got the part.”

“I’m just teasing. If you made it into NYADA, you have to be incredible. I auditioned and I didn’t get in, even though I nailed my audition.”

“I bet you did,” Blaine smiled. “But Madam Tibbedeaux is a tough critic. She failed me once because I did a duet instead of a solo for a performance. She said I broke the rules.”

“Sounds like you kinda did, but sometimes you gotta throw your plans out the window and just trust your gut. It sounds like that was the wrong time to do it, but you learned from it, right?” Kurt chuckled.

“I did,” Blaine replied, smiling fondly at Kurt. “Tell me about you though. “Are you in school? You said you didn’t get into NYADA.”

“No. I go to NYU, but it’s ok. I audition a lot. It hasn’t really gotten me anywhere yet, until now, since I don’t have the hookup like you do,” Kurt teased..”

“Hey, I could’ve helped you out if you’d told me you were an actor. All that time you helped us unpack and you didn’t say anything,” Blaine replied, shrugging his shoulders.

“But you did. April said you requested me.” They were interrupted by the Keurig once more. Kurt quickly got up and retrieved his tea and came directly back to the table.

“You were the best. Besides, the only other person that came in that could do the part had onion breath. No thanks,” Blaine laughed.

“DAMMIT!”

Blaine looked up at the ceiling. ” Wow! You weren’t kidding. You can hear everything.”

Kurt looked down at the steaming liquid in his mug and took a sip of his tea. “Oh, you don’t even want to know. But usually I just hear a lot of music,” Kurt lied, feeling the heat on his cheeks. “I’ve heard you play through the ceiling, both of you. I’m more partial to your songs as opposed to Sam’s. I mean, “Red Solo Cup is stupid,” Kurt said, rolling his eyes. “You have more of an eclectic taste. I especially enjoy your Disney and Broadway covers, especially ‘Sugar Daddy’ from Hedwig.”

“I didn’t know that you could hear that.” Now Blaine really was blushing as he finished his tea.

Kurt laughed. “I told you that I can hear a lot.”

Blaine’s head dropped to his hands in mock shame. “Well, at least you couldn’t see me in my high heels, fishnets and denim skirt.”

“I’d pay to see that,” Kurt laughed.

“You don’t have to. I’d let you see it for free,” Blaine smirked as he pulled up a picture on his phone.

“Wait, you aren’t kidding?” Kurt laughed. “God, when was this?”

“Halloween last year. It’s my dream role,” he laughed. “That or Harry Potter in that Starkid musical. That just sounds like a blast.”

“Oh my God, that would be awesome. I’d love to be in a Very Potter Musical show too. But I’d probably be cast as Fred Weasley.”

“I know she’s not in that version, but you would so be Professor McGonagall,” Blaine replied with a knowing wink.

“Oh my God! How did you know she was my favorite!” Kurt practically squealed.

“Because she’s amazing! And so are you,” Blaine replied. “Alright, are you ready to rehearse?” Blaine asked, rising from his chair. He pushed it back under the table as Kurt stood up and stretched.

“Yeah. Where did you want to start?” Kurt asked as he walked back into the living room. “Did you want to work on ‘As Long As You're Mine’ right now?”

“Yeah, let’s do it,” Blaine replied.

Kurt felt his cheeks flush as heat went through his face. He nodded. “From the top?”

“As opposed to the bottom,” Blaine chuckled. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Definitely, not from where I’m standing, anyway,” Blaine said, flirtatiously as he glanced at Kurt’s ass briefly and leaned in toward Kurt. “Did you want to start on the floor? Like we did at your callback? Get into character?

Kurt could feel himself start to perspire. Worse, when Blaine put his hand on his waist and slowly got down on his knees so he could get in his starting position for the number, Kurt felt his pants get tighter. Shit. This would get awkward fast. Blaine cupped Kurt’s face.

Kurt pulled away and turned around awkwardly. “Um, I- we could try one of the other songs. I’m not sure it’s a good idea to work on this one right now,” Kurt said, biting his lip and backing away a little. He was getting aroused and the last thing he needed was for Blaine to notice or make the situation worse. As close as they had to be during this scene, it could get really awkward fast.

Blaine nodded. “Ok. But we don’t share very many songs together. Actually, this one is it,” Blaine pouted.

Kurt squirmed, willing his mind to think of unsexy thoughts because his body was still riled up just from the thought of being close to Blaine. “Yeah, but it’s so - intimate,” Kurt admitted, bashfully turning red. “And I just don’t know how comfortable I feel like we barely know each other and then we have to-”

Blaine took Kurt’s hand in his and nodded. “Yeah, I get it. That makes sense, and if you aren’t comfortable doing this yet, we can practice it another time. But you did great today.”

“It was different. I was on the stage and running on an adrenaline high. I mean, I was trying to impress Rachel, April, Cooper, and-um you.”

“You did,” Blaine said earnestly. “You’re great. But I will warn you that April gets a little personal. You heard her today, and we didn’t even get that deep into the song. She’ll want us to really go for it.”

“Oh God! Like how personal?” Kurt groaned.

“This is an intimate song, with several kisses and we’ll have to be really close,” Blaine replied. “Like this,” Blaine said, stepping in. “Are you ok with that? If I’m making you uncomfortable, we could work on something else for a while. Work up to it eventually.”

“No, it’s ok. I just need a minute,” Kurt said, taking a breath. “Are you sure Sam is ok with this? I mean, he’s right upstairs.”

“I could call him to come and give us feedback,” Blaine suggested. “He’s done that before, when I’ve rehearsed. We’ve even read together when I have auditions. Sam’s surprisingly up for almost anything.”

Kurt turned red. ”Um, no. Definitely not. Let’s just try to get the vocals down. We can work on the choreography later.”

“Whatever makes you most comfortable,” Blaine nodded. “Tell you what. Let me just start the track.” Blaine pulled up the track on iTunes on his phone. “I downloaded this to rehearse with. I’ll let you take the lead. I’ll follow you, ok. You start the song, so I’ll just follow you.

The music started and Kurt took both of Blaine’s hands in his own as the music began. Kurt opened his mouth to sing.

Kiss me too fiercely

Hold me too tight

I need help believing

You're with me tonight

Kurt moved in toward Blaine, dropping one of his hands and cupping his face. Blaine then took his now free hand and placed it on Kurt’s waist. Kurt nodded as if to say this was ok.

My wildest dreamings

Could not foresee

Blaine’s other hand slid into Kurt’s hair, removing a strand from his face.

Lying beside you

With you wanting me

Kurt moved in closer, caressing Blaine’s hand that had moved from his hair to his cheek. Kurt’s other hand wrapped loosely around Blaine’s neck.

And just for this moment

As long as you're mine

One of Kurt’s hands slid across Blaine’s shoulder and down his chest. The other was still cupping his cheek.

I've lost all resistance

And crossed some border line

Kurt slid his fingers down Blaine’s jaw and traced down his neck. He leaned in so their bodies were closer still. Blaine slid his hand around Kurt’s trim waist.

And if it turns out

It's over too fast

I'll make every last moment last

As long as you're mine

Kurt leaned in so his and Blaine’s bodies were nearly pressed together. He could feel Blaine’s breath on his skin. ‘Kiss him before his solo. Kiss him!’ his brain cried. He cupped Blaine’s jaw, leaned in and…

CRASH! “OH SHIT! FUCK!”

Blaine jerked away as he reached into his pocket. His phone was vibrating.

Blaine pulled away from Kurt immediately. He grabbed his phone from his back pocket. “It’s Sam! I need to answer this. Sorry. Sam, I heard you screaming. Are you ok? You did what? OH MY GOD! I’ll be right there.”

“Blaine? What happened? Is Sam ok?”

“Yeah, but I need to go,” Blaine said, rushing out the door, the door almost slamming behind him.

Kurt ran his fingers through his own hair and pulled. What the hell was that? He nearly kissed Blaine. His boyfriend was in the apartment above him and they had their hands all over each other.

It was the song, Kurt rationalized. It was even written in the script that Elphaba and Fiyero were supposed to kiss right at that moment. He was just getting pulled in by the music. The melodies weren’t responsible for the sensory overload he felt everywhere, from the tingling in his fingers and the places on his skin where Blaine had touched him to the scent of coffee and raspberry still in his nostrils where Blaine had been so close to him. The music wasn’t what was making him more aroused than he had ever been in his life.

He was being pulled in by lust and desire for Blaine. Gorgeous, perfect Blaine.

“DAMMIT SAM!” Kurt heard Blaine cry out, but he didn’t hear anything else. He didn’t want to. He grabbed his noise-canceling earbuds and shoved them into his ears. He didn’t need to hear anything from his neighbors tonight. Blaine loved Sam, and Kurt almost caused Blaine to cheat.

But it wasn’t cheating. Blaine was acting. He had his perfectly-sculpted model boyfriend. He didn’t want Kurt. He was pretending. The problem was that Kurt wasn’t. Tonight, he’d lie in his bed and not sleep, replaying every moment that they were in each other’s arms, replaying the lyrics over and over in his mind, feeling every line throughout his body and soul because they were all true.

Except none of them were. Because the lyrics said as long as you’re mine. And Blaine wasn’t his. He was Sam’s.

Kurt wanted to scream and cry all at once. He knew how Elphaba must’ve felt, longing for Fiyero although he was engaged to Glinda. Kurt clenched his fist. Blaine was Sam’s, not his. He couldn’t be responsible for Blaine cheating, even if Blaine said Sam was cool with it. Because he himself wasn’t ok with touching and kissing a man day in, day out when he was so overcome with desire and lust for him.

Kurt knew what he needed to do. As much as he wanted the part, he needed to march directly up to April and tell her the bad news. She would need to find a new Elphaba because he was turning the role down.

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