Banana Republic, 67th and Broadway, NYC
"So like, Quinn called me, and she was like, talking about how she's dating Jesse St. James, which I'm sure makes Rachel fuh-lip! Anyway, so like, she was talking about how Schuester and Mrs. Pillsbury just had their second kind, and I was like, whatever-" Kurt half listened to Santana's dramatic monologue, playing with a loose lock of his dark, shining hair. The black and silver square clock ticked slowly on the gray wall of Banana Republic. Two minutes till lunch and Gaga! thought Kurt, resting his elbows on the counter. Few customers roamed the shop and music played softly in the background. Kurt's iphone began to ring and Celine Dion's Taking Chances played. The caller i.d. read Rachel Berry and the picture of the Wicked Witch of the West from The Wizard of Oz was displayed on the screen. Kurt and Santana cringed. Rachel's rise to fame did little to help her snobby attitude. In fact, it had the opposite on the Broadway star, but despite her many personality flaws she still cared for her fellow ex-members of New Directions.
"How about I just ignore it?" said Kurt, hitting the lock button. Santana agreed, rolling her eyes.
"Ugh I remember her in Glee Club. Every time I saw her, I just like wanted to tell her to shut the fuck up and get out my face," Santana complained, shaking her head.
"Yeah well, I have to go to lunch and get that new Gaga cd," said Kurt, taking his phone and his new fitted black leather jacket. He gave Santana a kiss on the cheek as he walked out.
"Haven't you heard of itunes?" Santana cried after him. Kurt grinned, strutting out to the sidewalks of Midtown Manhattan.
Tower Records, 66th and Broadway, NYC
Kurt walked into the multi-storied music store, taking the escalators and turning his head fabulously to survey the store. Something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Someone, to be specific. A guy, to be even more specific. He had gelled hair that seemed to have a natural tendency to curl. His skin was the slightest bit tanned and warm honey eyes looked out from under large triangular eyebrows. His black Tower Records t-shirt was tight on his arms and he had a dazzling smile.
Kurt nearly tripped at the top of the escalator, his pale white cheeks flushed ruby red. His blue-gray eyes checked to make sure the hot guy hadn't seen that as he approached a blue eyed, pony-tailed blonde girl with a clueless stare.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for the new Gaga cd," said Kurt, strongly fighting the urge to turn around and stare at the hot guy.
"Oh my god. Are you a vampire?" said the girl, whose upside down name tag read BRITTANY. Kurt's face became as confused as hers.
"Come again?" said Kurt. Brittany's face became more befuddled.
"Why would I do that?" said Brittany. Kurt gave her a look of disbelief.
"Hello sir, do you need help?" said a pleasant voice. Kurt turned around to face none other than the hot guy with the golden eyes. Kurt opened his mouth to speak but no sound came out.
"Psssst," Brittany pulled on the hot guys' shirt sleeve. He, whose name tag was right side up and had BLAINE written in neat red letters, looked at Brittany.
"What?" said Blaine in a hushed voice.
"I think he's a girl," said the blonde, none too quietly. Blaine's amber eyes widened in alarm, giving Kurt a worried look.
"Shut up," he hissed. "I'm sorry sir, what was it you needed?"
"Gaga," Kurt squeaked. Shit, my voice! Kurt thought, managing to smile at Blaine. Blaine flashed Kurt a dazzling smile.
"Right this way, sir," said Blaine.
"Oh, sir is my father. Please, just call me Kurt," said Kurt a little too flirtatiously. Kurt get a grip. Kurt admired Blaine's arms as they walked side by side to the Gaga rack.
"Very well, Kurt, which Gaga cd do you want?" said Blaine, giving Kurt a coquettish grin as he stressed Kurt's name.
"The newest, of course," said Kurt, clasping his hands together. The Gaga rack was organized oldest first, so the newest cd was on the bottom shelf. Blaine bent over, his tight black jeans stretching. Kurt's lips parted in surprise, and though he would've normally objected to such behavior, he stepped sideways to take a better look at Blaine's ass.
"Here you are, Kurt," Blaine stood up, handing Kurt the cd, stressing Kurt's name again. They both looked over the railing at the long line for the cashiers that wound around the escalators.
"Oh Gaga," said Kurt, biting his lip in worry. Blaine's warm honey eyes glimmered.
"I can ring it up here," said Blaine. Kurt looked away from the long line, his cool gray eyes meeting Blaine's fiery golden eyes. For a second they let themselves get lost in each others eyes.
"Hey Blaine, I don't know where the space bar is," Brittany joined them, ruining their moment. Blaine took a deep breath, taking Kurt gently by the arm.
"How many times I have I shown you that the space bar is the biggest key?" said Blaine, letting his hand slide down to Kurt's hand. Kurt relished the warmth against his cold hands, giggling when he noticed a yellow rubber bracelet on Blaine's wrist that read "Good Banana Vibes."
"But there's so many buttons," said Brittany as they arrived at the computer which Brittany had been sitting by earlier. She gave the keyboard a mournful stare. Blaine let go of Kurt, grabbing a post-it. He scribbled "space bar" on it and an arrow pointing up, which he stuck on the keyboard.
"Sorry about that," Blaine said with a chuckle. His eyes were filled with laughter as he rolled them. Kurt giggled and their eyes met again.
"You go through this every day?" said Kurt, leaning his elbows on Blaine's desk, poising his chin on the palm of his hand so that Blaine could only see three fourths of Kurt's face. Blaine did the same, looking at Kurt with half lidded eyes as he slowly nodded.
"So Kurt, you seem like a native new yorker," said Blaine, clicking his mouse as he stared at the computer screen. Kurt laughed.
"No. I'm from Lima, Ohio," said Kurt, studying Blaine's profile closely.
"Really? I'm from Westerville, Ohio," said Blaine, giving Kurt a curious glance. "I went to Dalton Academy and I was lead soloist of the Glee Club." Kurt's face brightened.
"Oh my Gaga! I was in the McKinley High glee club! Of course I wasn't lead soloist. Rachel Berry would die before letting us get one of her solos," said Kurt. Blaine's eyes widened in wonder.
"The Rachel Berry, star of Spring Awakening?" said Blaine. Kurt nodded, slightly annoyed that the conversation had shifted away from him.
"The very one," said Kurt. Blaine gave him a look of wonder, then shook his head softly.
"We should finish what you came here to do," said Blaine, holding his hand out for the cd. Kurt held it expertly between two fingers, giving Blaine a flirty smile as he placed the cd in Blaine's hand. Over the speakers "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy' began playing. Blaine started singing and dancing on his stool as he scanned the cd. Oh I definitely think you're sexy. Kurt, get a grip! What is up with you? You don't even know if this guy is gay! thought Kurt as he watched Blaine purse his lips and bob his head to the music.
"That'd be $14.99," said Blaine, pretending to strum a guitar. Kurt took out his coach wallet, handing Blaine a 20. 'Teenage Dream' came on and Blaine was belting out in song again as he counted the change. Kurt couldn't wipe the grin off his face.
"You can put your hands on me in my skin tight jeans be your teenage dream tonight," Blaine sang as he handed Kurt his change and the cd in a small bag. Oh Gaga, Kurt. No- no- no- arrrrg these undapper thoughts have taken a hold of my mind! Color rushed to Kurt's cheeks as Blaine's pleasant singing ended.
"It was a pleasure meeting you, Kurt from Lima, Ohio," said Blaine, extending his hand. Kurt took it, smiling uncontrollably.
"Thanks for everything," Kurt replied almost breathlessly, turning to leave. He stepped onto the escalator just in time to hear Brittany say, "Blaine, I lost my mouse. I think the cat ate it," and Blaine's response, "Britt, we don't have a cat."
Banana Republic, 67th and Broadway, NYC
Kurt walked in giddily, sighing dramatically and laying his head on the counter. His bright eyes stared at the wall, not noticing Santana's annoyed figure walking up to him.
"Seriously Kurt, you need to get with the program. If you used itunes, you wouldn't take 45 minutes to buy ONE cd," Santana sneered. Kurt propped his elbow on the counter, cupping his chin in his hand.
"Screw itunes. From now on I shop on Tower Records' second floor," said Kurt. Santana opened her mouth to reprimand him, but paused when she saw the look on Kurt's face.
"Hold up, rewind! Who happened?" Santana placed a hand on her hip and starting waving the other around. Kurt sighed again, smiling.
"An adonis with beautiful, dark curled hair, golden eyes and an ass to die for," said Kurt. Santana gave Kurt a strange look, then took out her phone as she shook her head. Kurt did not open the Gaga cd all afternoon, which considering it was Kurt, was a BIG achievement.