Disclaimer: I don't own the wonderful storyline to Glee, nor the talented actors and actresses, nor the amazing Chris Colfer. And now I'm depressed.
There was a problem with rich boys.
Rachel Berry sat in the midst of a giant gala, her eyes scanning the competition quickly. Her voice was phenomenal in every way imaginable, and all she really wanted was a rich boy who could sing as well as she could, which explains why she was in the home of Blaine Anderson this wonderful night wearing a dress that was a bout two sizes too small and enough jewelry to make the ultimate snowball of doom.
Dark curly hair, she noted as she attempted to make eye contact with the owner of quite possibly the dreamiest voice she'd ever heard. Perfect slacks with not a crease in them, anywhere really. Oh and his jacket and tie were immaculate. The problem with rich boys who can sing is that in the realm of Rachel Berry, they generally turn out to be gay.
"I don't know what you're complaining about," Kurt interjected, quite simply done with Rachel's rant for the day. "Just because they're gay doesn't mean I have it easier than you." He swiped dark eye shadow across her lids, and topped it with a sprinkle of silver. Just for luck.
"Kurt," Rachel's voice was filled with urgency, "Blaine Anderson is gay. Blaine Anderson." Kurt did a mental double take, blinking twice before giving her his signature blank look.
"Huh, that's rather interesting."
"Have you even met the man?"
"No Rachel, and I don't feel the need to parade about town looking for a significant other who can sing. In fact, I don't need a significant other at all."
He pinned Rachel's hair back with a Tiffany hair claw he'd chanced upon and purchased as a congratulatory award for her most recent singing competition. "Remember, New York and Broadway. That's where we're headed. Careers over love."
Rachel glanced into the mirror, her eyes expressing amazement over Kurt's magical ability to not only coordinate clothing, but now make-up and jewelry as well. Unfortunately, her lips dipped into a bit of a frown, "But Kurt, isn't it lonely?"
Her life had been far from perfect. And she was far from a bitch. But Rachel Berry could be quite conniving when she needed to be. "My two gay dads are part of the…"
The receptionist held up her hand. "I know, you do attend this academy. I'm not going to stop a student from entering her school."
"Well that's the problem," she looked sheepishly at the receptionist and Kurt stepped out from behind her, which had been quite awkward since Rachel was just slightly shorter than Kurt.
Moments later the two ran down the hallway rather elated. "I have no idea how we just pulled that off," Rachel's breathless voice proclaimed. Kurt nodded his agreement as the two snuck into what could be considered a member of the singing Ivy League.
"I know, I feel as though we just snuck into a Broadway theater and sang a number on stage." And that was when he walked straight into Blaine Anderson.
Rachel Berry wasn't a golddigger. She didn't want a rich man for the money. She wanted a rich man for the confidence and sophistication that came with a man who's got it all. And Blaine Anderson was a perfect example of the perfect guy who she couldn't have. But of course, she believed in happiness for all and her meticulous scheme had begun the night she first saw those dark curls. "Kurt," she had smiled.
"Oh Mr. Anderson, I'm so sorry. I just brought my friend here to show him some of the recordings from my Wicked audition. He's such a big fan of the arts." Rachel smiled her gold star smile and Blaine gave her his in return. Well, that was until he took a closer look at the man who'd bumped into him.
"Oh, hello." Warm honey hair that framed porcelain skin and innocent lips only accented the experience and understanding his eyes spoke of. Blaine didn't believe in love at first sight, but he did believe in cute guys. It also helped that he'd yet to be on the receiving end of Rachel's matchmaking schemes. "Well as a guest in my academy, it's only proper for me to give you a tour of the place."
He offered his hand, which Kurt soon labeled perfection as slender, soft fingers enveloped his small hands. Rachel backed away with a knowing smile, "I'll just leave you two alone," despite Kurt's half-hearted protests.
"We have five major recording rooms. Two are for production and the other three are practice rooms for students like your friend Rachel to practice in. It's kind of like going to the gym." Blaine smiled, allowing the warmth of his laughter to seep into his voice, and eventually into Kurt's soul but Blaine didn't know about that part just yet.
The wonder, and pure happiness, on his face was enough to make Blaine laugh yet again. "Want to give it a try?" he proposed.
"Oh no," Kurt responded just a little too quickly. "I don't sing." Well not anymore.
"That can't be true," rich chocolate, dark chocolate of course, flooded Kurt's mind. "Rachel's one of my most active students, she also has a policy of only befriending artists."
Kurt smiled and tried to stop admiring the gorgeous recording room, and the gorgeous man before him. "Make-up artist," he smiled quickly. Hopefully the awkward smile would diffuse further questions. "I'm her go-to guy for all fashion emergencies, like auditions and dates and," he paused as Blaine stepped towards him, obviously ready to ask for a song yet again, "and the only people Rachel loves more than singers are artists that are willing to worship her voice. How about that Wicked recording?"
Blaine chuckled. Not a girly laugh, but a deep baritone chuckle, and Kurt could barely hang on. He swallowed once, twice, and grasped the first thing he could find to keep his jellified legs from completely giving way. Blaine popped a tape with three gold stars framing Rachel's name into one of the sleek, beautiful machines and pressed a button too close to Kurt's fingers for his liking.
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