AN: I've been working on this for about a week now and I really just wanted to get it out. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter One
Full Name: Blaine Michael Anderson
Age: 22
Date of Birth: November 19th 1993
Occupation: Unemployed
Past Occupations: Singing Bus-Boy at Johnny Rockets, Music Teacher, Actor for Off-Beat Theatre Company
Talented in which areas: Singing, Acting
Hidden Talents:
Blaine taps the pen to his chin, deep in thought. "Hey, David?" He calls from where he's sitting on the couch.
"Talk to me," David answers from the kitchen.
"For this application thing," David pops his head around the corner to look at his roommate. "Do you think 'giving awesome head' would be an appropriate answer for a hidden talent of mine?"
"Well, that depends," David says, leaning against the doorway, a dish towel in one hand, a wet plate in the other. "Are you applying to be a porn star?"
"No," Blaine looks up at him.
"Then there's your answer." He nods towards the kitchen. "Can you come help me with these dishes?"
Blaine waves him off, looking at the application in front of him again, this time studiously. "It's Wes' turn to do them."
David tosses the towel at Blaine, hitting him smack in the face. "Do I look like Wes to you?"
Blaine glares at him for a good few seconds before dropping his papers on the table in front of him, hopping to his feet to help his friend.
"I don't get it," Blaine says nearly ten minutes later, when he's still drying the dishes that David hands him. David looks up at him, a question in his eye. "Why do we let Wes get away without doing any work? Why do we have to bust our asses while he does whatever it is that he does?"
David turns off the water as he hands Blaine the last of the dishes. "Have you had a good look at this apartment, Blaine?"
Blaine stops what he's doing and takes a look around, looking at the walls he's known as 'home' for the past three years. It is a nice apartment, Blaine thinks. It's got three bedrooms, perfect for the three of them, a kitchen, three bathrooms that connect with each bedroom, plus another one just off the kitchen and a large living room space that they filled with a flat-screen television, a brand-spanking-new game system and a pool table. (Okay, so maybe they didn't really fill it with all that stuff, Wes did with the help of his parent's money, but whatever). Each room is also nicely furnished, a queen sized bed with luxurious comforters, you know, the kind that you find at five star hotels, or in mansions.
"It's not exactly the cheapest rent." As Blaine puts the last dish in the cabinet, David grabs them both a beer from the refrigerator. "Do you see me working? Like, at a real job, where I get paid some real cash?"
"No," Blaine says, being quite frank and blunt.
"No, you don't. And I sure as hell don't see you working, Mr. I-give-awesome-head." He offers Blaine a beer.
"Ouch, David." Blaine says mockingly, taking the beer from his hands. "That one stung a bit."
"Wes has a real job, Blaine." David says, ignoring Blaine's idiocy as he opened both bottles. "A damn good one, at that. He pays for this entire place by himself, so if he misses a day of washing the dishes, the least I could do is do it for him."
"So, you're saying that if someone paid something for you," Blaine crosses his arms across his chest, making sure not to spill his beverage. "Then you would do stuff for them?"
David shrugs, "Yeah, sure, I guess."
"Huh," Blaine huffs, as he starts to walk away, back towards the living room. "Good to know."
David watches in confusion as Blaine plops himself back down on the soft, plush couch, before Blaine's statement actually clicked. "Get your mind out of the gutter, Anderson!"
Blaine barks a laugh before saying "Wasn't even going there,"
David smiles, rolling his eyes.
"Kuuuurt," the petite brunette whines.
Kurt makes an inaudible sound, something that didn't even sound like words, let alone the English language.
"Kurt," the brunette says again, pulling on his arms. "You have to wake up,"
"I don't wanna," Kurt says into his pillow, but it turns out more like a "idunwahaana".
"But you have too! If you don't get up we'll miss the matinee of Wicked. "
Kurt lifts his head to look at the girl. "Rachel if you do not shut the hell up, I am going to set fire to your cherished collection of Playbills."
Rachel gasps. "Oh, I call a bluff. You love that collection just as much as I do." Kurt glares at her, his eyes icy and blue. "Okay, fine. I'll let you sleep for another fifteen minutes but after that, you better get up, because I heard that Idina Menzel is going to be there, and I really want that to be true because I feel like we are almost one in the same and meeting her would be just so incred-"
"RACHEL." Kurt practically yells. "Shut. Up."
"Fine," she grumbles, walking away.
Fifteen minutes later
"Wakey-wakey, Kurt."
Kurt wants to punch something. That something preferably being the face of one Rachel Berry. Or, maybe not her actual face, just a stuffed animal bear with a picture of her face stapled to it. Yeah, that would work.
"What time is it?" Kurt asks, flipping onto his back, staring at the ceiling.
"Nearly eleven, and I know how long you take to shower and put yourself together, so I hope I woke you up early enough."
"What time is the matinee?" Kurt wonders, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Two o'clock."
"Shit," Kurt mumbles, kicking the comforter off his legs and onto the floor. "I'm going to have to miss some of my moisturizing routine in order to be ready on time, so you better feel lucky that I love you, Ms. Rachel Berry." Rachel smiles, leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Oh, ew, lady kisses." Kurt says, wiping his cheek with the back of his hand.
"I'll leave you to get ready!"
"Great, thanks!" Kurt says in a fake tone, watching the girls retreating figure.
"Honey, I'm home!" Wes calls as he walks into the apartment later that same day.
It's nearly four in the afternoon, and Blaine and David had been filling out applications for jobs since ten that morning. Blaine thinks his hand is going to fall off because of all the writing he had to do today (because seriously, there's this little thing called a computer where you can type things and it saves a lot of time and also your hand from immense arthritic pain) and David just doesn't want to think about being unemployed more than he already does.
"Hey, buddy!" David says, clapping Wes on the back. "How've you been? Good? Good."
"I'm fine," Wes says, pulling away from David's grasp. "Where's Blaine?"
"I'm in here," Blaine calls. Wes looks over into the living room only to see Blaine's arm sticking up from behind the couch.
"Okay," Wes says slowly, not really sure if he should be scared for his friend. "Well, I have news for you two."
"Oooh, do tell."
"You know my boss, Kelsey, right?" David nods, and Wes isn't really sure if Blaine's even alive on the other side of the couch, but he continues anyway. "Well, she's going on maternity leave, and I've been bumped up to her position for the time being, which means I'm going to be needing an assistant."
David's brows scrunch. "Are you offering one of us a job?"
"Yes. Well, actually, no. I'm telling you of an opening that you could potentially snag if you impress the head of my section."
"Wes," Blaine practically croaks from the ground. "What do you even do?"
Wes makes his way around the couch to where Blaine is actually sprawled across the floor like a new rug. "I'm a publishers assistant, Blaine. I work for people who publish books. I also write articles for the company's magazine."
"Booooring." He says. "Dave, you can take the job. I'll keep looking on my own, thank you."
Wes ignores Blaine. "It's a really great job. It pays really well, and the hours aren't crazy, so you'll get most afternoons off."
"But here's the real question, Wesley." Wes raises an eyebrow at Blaine. "How many times a week do you get a good bone in?"
Wes looks at Blaine incredulously. "What does that even have to do with publishing books?"
"Everything. If you're publishing a book about sex." David counters, only jokingly.
Blaine flips over onto his stomach, hoisting himself up on his elbows to look at his two best-friends. "When was the last time either of you got laid?"
Both men look uncomfortable for a moment, before returning their calm and collected façade. "It's been a while," Wes states. "But, for what it's worth, I don't really care."
"Oh, bullshit."
"Yeah, we don't need to have sex in order to survive, like you do Blaine." David says.
"Again, I call bullshit." Blaine stands up, straightening out his shirt. "You know what I think?" he asks. "I think we need a boys night out. We should just go to the bar, get drunk and have fun."
"I have to work in the morning, Blaine."
"So?" he asks, excitingly. "I'm tired of going to the bar all alone."
"Are you also tired of using all my money at said bar, Blainey?" Wes says, smiling coyly at him.
"Hey, it's your own damn fault for giving me money in the first place," Blaine spits back.
Wes scoffs. "I give you money so that if your being Blaine and try to drive back drunk and get caught and thrown in jail, you can bail yourself out."
"Oh yeah, I'm gonna go drive my invisible car Wesley. I don't own a fucking car!"
"Well, maybe if you got off your ass and worked for a change, maybe you would get paid, and then maybe you would own a car!"
Blaine's about to argue right back, but David steps between the two of them. "Whoa, calm down. The inner pacifist in me is starting to show itself again, so you two are not going to fight." He looks at Wes. "You need to loosen up a bit. Blaine's right. A boys night out is something I think we all really need."
"See? I told you-"
"And you," he cuts Blaine off. "You need to shut the fuck up."
"Sorry, mom." Blaine says, holding his hands up as if to surrender.
David rolls his eyes. "Go get ready. We're going out to dinner, my treat."
"With what money?" Wes asks, but he's not looking at David. Instead he's glaring at Blaine.
"My secret stash, Wesley; for emergencies only." He says. "My two best friends wanting to bite each others faces of? Yeah. I'd say that this is an emergency."
"Wasn't that fantastic, Kurt?" Rachel asks.
They're walking down the streets of time square, arm in arm. The Wicked Matinee had just ended and they were heading back to their apartment (after actually meeting Idina Menzel and getting pictures with her that will soon be on Facebook, (probably within the hour, knowing Rachel) much to Kurt's chagrin).
"It always is, Rachel." Kurt says, looking up at the tall buildings around him, the billboards on the side, the huge television screens. "It's one of Broadway's best musicals."
"Please Kurt, I wasn't talking about the show—Like I'd have to ask you if Wicked was good or not. It's always Phenomenal." Kurt raises an eyebrow at her. "I was talking about meeting Idina Menzel. Incredible, right? I mean, she's one of the greatest Broadway stars of our time. She originated the role of Elphaba, became a huge hit with the audience after only one performance. Aside from Barbara, she's one of my biggest inspirations."
"She is pretty incredible." Kurt says, looking at Rachel, who's smiling back up at him. "Not unlike yourself."
"Oh, come on, Kurt." Rachel blushes. "You're just saying that."
"No, I'm not." Kurt releases his arm from Rachel's grip, and wraps it around her elfin shoulders. "Did you know, Ms. Rachel Berry that you have one of the best voices I have ever heard?"
"Kurt I-"
"I am being completely serious." He squeezes her shoulders. "You deserve every last drop of praise you get, because you really are that fantastic. And you know what?"
"What?"
"One day, your face will be plastered over these billboards," he points up and around. "Tony Award winning Rachel Berry, Broadways newest breakout star."
"I'd have to actually land a part for that to happen." Rachel says.
"And you will," Kurt assures her. "Just give it time. It'll happen. Trust me."
They walk in silence for a few minutes, each concentrating on trying to maneuver through the hustle and bustle of Time Square as well as thinking about their future. Rachel thinks about singing on a Broadway stage, being the star of a performance, belting out the last notes of a show-stopper, while Kurt thinks about how one day he'll be able to say that he was the Rachel Berry's roommate, best-friend, chum—you name it.
"You know what I think we should do?" Rachel asks. "We should celebrate."
"Celebrate what exactly, Rachel?"
Rachel thinks for a moment. "Just us. We should celebrate just the two of us. Just because we can."
"I'll drink to that."
"Really? Bubba Gump's?" Wes asks when they enter the building. "Isn't this place based off of 'Forest Gump'?"
"Run Forest, run!"
"Shut up Blaine."
"Hey," David says sharply. "No fighting, remember?" Blaine rolls his eyes, as does Wes.
Their seated fairly quickly, a table for four with an empty seat next to Wes.
"Do you guys remember freshman year, when we would come here and play 'Fuck, Suck or Duck'?" David asks, taking a sip of water after they ordered.
"I never understood what the 'duck' stood for." Wes relaxes into his chair.
"I think it was if the person was so unattractive that you wanted to run away, you would say duck, because you would have to, like, duck in order for them not to see you." Blaine says, showing Wes his ducking skills as he spoke.
"You guys want to play?" David asks.
"Sure, why not?" Wes agrees (Although both Blaine and David can feel that Wes is a little hesitant.)
"Wes, you're up first." Blaine says, eagerly watching the staircase that led into the restaurant.
The rules of "Fuck , Suck or Duck" are pretty simple. When a group of people come into the restaurant, you have to choose one person from the group that you would fuck, one you would suck or give head, and one who you would 'duck'. It's a simple game that they used to always play when they were in their first two years of college. After graduation 3 months ago, they stopped going out together as a group, therefore stopped playing their game.
"Okay," Wes says, when a group of three(the perfect size) comes in. "See the blonde? Blue shirt, big tits? I'd fuck her. I'd suck the other blonde in the green, and duck from the dude."
They continue on in this pattern, going from Wes to David to Blaine and starting over again. They get through two complete rounds, halfway through the third when their food comes, and they put the game on hold. Wes tells them a story about this one time at his office when one of the other assistants from his department had heard her boss having "intimate relations" with one of her co-workers.
"I am telling you, the look on this poor woman's face was one of complete terror, shock and arousal." Wes says, then imitating the woman's facial expression.
Blaine doesn't remember the last time he laughed as hard as he was laughing right now. Especially at something that Wes said or did. Wes is never really all that funny—he's always the one who focuses on work and always has this serious way of talking, where he uses big words even when talking to Blaine and David. But, right now, he wasn't doing his normal shtick; he was being one of the guys, and that was cool.
David is about to launch into a story to counter Wes' when Blaine spots him. He walks into the restaurant with his arm hooked through a small brunette girl's arm, but Blaine can totally tell that he's gay. Other than being awesome in bed, Blaine good at another thing; he has awesome gaydar.
Not only is he gay, but he looks absolutely delicious. His hair is perfectly coiffed, a nice and light brown color, a suit that looked like it was made specifically for him, and he seemed to glow. He looked like an angel.
"Fuck," Blaine looks down, trying not to stare at the gorgeous porcelain doll that just walked into the room.
"I thought we put the game on hold," David gives Blaine a confused look.
"I'm not playing the game right now," Blaine brings his eyes to look at the chestnut haired boy. "He actually looks like a good fuck,"
"Who?" Wes asks.
Blaine nods towards the two of them, seated on the far side of the room right next to the hallway that leads to the restrooms and the kitchens. They're seated at the only table for two left in the entire joint.
"The one sitting with the girl?" Blaine nods. "Dude, how do you even know he's-"
"I have to talk to him," Blaine cuts Wes off.
Blaine has this way about him—it's what his friends Jeff and Nick call "Stealth Player Swagger". Of course, Blaine will never ever, not even in a million years call it that. Instead, he just likes to say that he's go 'game'. To make it simple, you know it's an odd night when Blaine Anderson goes to the bar and doesn't get laid.
"You can't just go up to him," Wes whispers harshly. "You're not at some bar, you can't just do this to people."
Blaine waggles his eyebrows. "Watch me."
You have to play it cool, Blaine thinks to himself. As much as you hate to admit it, Wes is right. You're not at the bar, so you can't be all over him like he's a bag of chips. You can do this.
"I'm going to need you to call me when I'm walking by his table," Wes can almost see the tables turning in Blaine's head as he thinks through his plan of action. "Not on my phone, just from across the room."
"And why would I do that?" Wes crosses his arms across his chest.
"Do you want to get laid or not?"
Wes grunts. "Fine. But I'm only paying for three of your drinks tonight."
Blaine winks at him. "I'll make them worth it."
Blaine starts to make his way slowly to the table, on his way to 'use the bathroom' if anyone were ever to ask. Blaine is just approaching the table when right on cue, Wes calls Blaine's name from his side of the restaurant.
It all happens very quickly. Blaine's turning on his heel to see who "called" him, his arm swinging over the table where the man sat with his lady friend. Blaine's hand smacks the glass closest to the man (ow, jesus fuck that hurt) knocking it over into his lap. Blaine apologizing profusely saying "I am so sorry," over and over again, but the man doesn't say much of anything.
"I am so sorry if I ruined your date," Blaine says, apologizing yet again. He asks a passing waiter for an extra napkin.
"Oh, we aren't dating," the small brunette says. Ha. Blaine thinks. Who called it? "This isn't a date." I did.
"My apology still remains the same."
"Honestly, it's not a big deal." The chestnut haired young man says and dear sweet lord, he sounds like an angel too? "It's just water. It'll dry."
The waiter comes by with the extra napkin and hands it to Blaine, who mutters a brief thanks. "My name's Blaine," he says as he starts to dry up the water that had spilled across the table.
"Kurt," He smiles, and Blaine smiles back at him.
Oh. Oh, wow, Kurt has got some really nice baby blue eyes. And they aren't just blue either, there's this sort of green color meshed in, along with a hint of gray fusing in around the edges and-
"I'm Rachel." The girl says, interrupting the moment.
Blaine smiles politely at her. "It's nice to meet you both." He crouches down beside the table. "Look, I feel awful about getting you guys wet," Rachel giggles quietly, hoping that no one heard her, but oh, Blaine totally did, but he continues talking anyway. "So, let me make it up to you.
"Me and a couple of my buddies are about to go hit up a bar—It's just a few blocks down. It's called The Viper. You can't really miss it; its got this huge electric sign above it, maybe you guys have heard of it?"
Rachel nods. "Yeah, we have to walk past it every day to get to our apartment."
"So, you guys know exactly where it is, yeah?" the two nod in agreement. "Why don't you let me buy you a couple drinks?" He looks a Kurt, not really even remembering that Rachel's sitting there. "It's the least I can do after spilling water everywhere."
"I don't see any reason not too,." Kurt says. "We'll be there. We were going to head that way anyway,"
"Awesome." Blaine smiles, and whoa, where did all the air go, Kurt wonders. "We probably gonna start heading over there soon, but take your time. Don't rush, or anything." He stands.
"Okay," Kurt says. "We'll see you there," he smiles, but Blaine is already heading back towards his friends, a smile of his own crossing his features.
"Oh. My. God." Rachel sinks back into her chair with a huge smirk on her face. "Did you see him? He was totally hitting on you!"
Kurt sneers. "What? He offered to buy us drinks, us being the operative word here."
"Did you even see the way he looked at you? I could practically see what he was thinking in his head." Kurt tweaks an eyebrow. "He was thinking 'what a fine piece of man ass that is. I can't wait to get him home and see if he knows how to play Wii. Maybe we could play a little golf and I could get a hole in one.' If you know what I mean."
"Rachel, your personification of the male thought system is highly amusing to me, but I don't think that's actually what he was thinking."
"Okay, so maybe I'm off a little bit, but come on Kurt. You can't honestly tell me that you don't think he's attractive."
"He's very attractive." Kurt admits.
"Or that he has a nice ass."
"That is a nice ass."
"Or that he was hitting on you."
Kurt scrunches his nose. "See, now that he was not doing."
Rachel sighs. "Well, don't look now, but he's totally looking over here."
Kurt looks anyway, only to catch a wink Blaine throws at him.
"I said don't look."
"I can't believe that actually worked," Wes says, his heads buried deep in his hands.
"What can I say?" Blaine sits himself back down next to David. "I've got game."
"Tell me, dear Obiwon, what is your secret?" David begs.
"It wouldn't be a secret if I told you, now would it?" Blaine teases.
"Okay, seriously dude, it's been at least three months since I've had sex." David looks at him sternly. "Tell me your secrets."
"You were the one who told me earlier today that you didn't need to have sex to survive," Blaine counters.
"Three months!" David says a little too loudly, his voice cracking slightly. "Tell. Me."
Blaine rolls his eyes. "You just have to woo them. Make a dirty joke here or there, get them to laugh and you are pretty much set, my friend."
"That's it?" David asks.
"That's it."
A pause. "Did you get a name?" Wes asks.
"Kurt." He looks over at the table where the two sat. "His name is Kurt."
Just at that moment, Kurt looks in Blaine's direction, catching his eye. Blaine winks at him, sending him into a round of trying to hide his oh so obvious blush.
Oh, yeah. Blaine Anderson is definitely getting some tonight.