A/N:
Hi there! It's me again. Just what you wanted, right? Probably not, but that's okay! Anyway, this is a future fic I thought of as a few songs played on my iPod today, so we'll see how this one works out!
To get this one out of the way, I do not own anything except for the concept of this plot. Which probably wasn't mine. Maybe.
Anyway, without further ado, here is a lovely Klaine future fic!
The thing Kurt loved most about New York wasn't the bright lights or the shopping. It wasn't the killer job he landed on Broadway and the New York Times, or the model boyfriend he picked up at a social one night, either. Truth be told, the thing Kurt loved most about New York is that his past couldn't haunt him here.
Sure, Rachel was here. But she was in the same boat as Kurt; wanting to forget everything about Lima, Ohio. Who could blame her, though? After the STD transfer between her and Finn, anybody with a sensible mind would want to spend the last few years they had before the AIDS set in living their dream.
Occasionally things about Lima would come up. Mercedes would call representing a fashion client of ours, Noah would be a cover model, David and Kurt would run into each other in the hallways, or sometimes Kurt would see Tina at Starbucks picking up coffee for her boss. But besides that, Lima was a past life; a faded memory stored underneath large quantities of cardboard boxes in Kurt's high-end loft.
But then Kurt made the mistake of going to Millian's Coffee Shop instead of Starbucks. That's when he saw him; Blaine Everett Anderson, looking as beautiful as ever. Kurt's heart skipped a beat, leaving him in a stunned immobility at the entrance of the coffee shop. Kurt smiled at the short curly headed figure on stage, tunning a guitar. The smile quickly faded as Kurt followed Blaine's gaze to see him smiling at a rather attractive man who winked back. Kurt turned, attempting to leave, but was met with Rachel, standing confidently in front of the door.
"Oh no you don't." Rachel said with determination.
"Rachel, please. You know how hard this is for me." Kurt pleaded, attempting to push the short brunette aside.
"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, you are staying here. You need this closure; I would kill for an opportunity like this with..." Rachel trailed off, tears beginning to form in her eyes. With a small roll of his eyes, Kurt brought his hand up to wipe the tears from her eyes, holding her head in his hands.
"Fine, Rachel. You're lucky you've got me wrapped around your little finger." Kurt said with a sigh, causing Rachel to squeal in excitement.
"Good luck, Kurt!" Rachel whispered, slipping out the door as Blaine's guitar began to play.
"Good evening, everyone. My name is Blaine Anderson and I will be starting things off tonight. Have you guys heard of Jason Mraz?" Blaine asked, smiling into the microphone.
Most everyone in the crowd nodded or grunted, causing Blaine to laugh. "I appreciate the enthusiasm, you guys. Hopefully after this song, everyone will forget what they came here with and just chill out."
Blaine adjusted the microphone a little before placing his fingers on his guitar, plucking out a rhythm.
I'm just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and I'm waiting for my rocket to come
I'm just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and I'm waiting for my rocket y'all
A few members of the crowd let out a cheer as Blaine slammed a chord on his guitar, a grin settling fondly on his face. In spite of himself, Kurt smiled. Reluctantly Kurt moved towards the front row of tables and sat down, pulling out his laptop.
You see it started way back in NYC
When I stole my first rhyme from the M-I-C
At a west end avenue at 63
It's the beginning of a leap year February '96
win a guitar picked it up in the mix
I committed to the licks a like a nickel bag of tricks
Well Look at me now
Look at me now
Look at me now, now, now, now
Kurt began typing, making notes on each of the lyrics he had pulled off of Google. People around him began standing up, clapping along to the beat of the music. A few started singing along, their voices humming softly under Blaine's own voice.
I'm just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and I'm waiting for my rocket to come
I'm just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and I'm waiting for my rocket y'all
Blaine started swaying with his guitar, a goofy grin on his face. He glanced around the crowd, his grin growing larger. Kurt continued to click the keys, this paragraph complaining on account of the use of such a unknown song. Secretly, Kurt was just wanting to find something wrong with the performance.
Well then you'll never'da never'da guess
what I bet n' bet n' bet
And I have no regrets that I bet my whole checking account
Because it all amounts to nothing up in the end
Well you can only count that "On The Road Again"
Will soon be on my radio dial
And I been paying close attention to the Willie Nelson style
Like a band of gypsies on the highway wild
I'm a one-man wishin' on the California skyline
Drive up the coast and I brag and I boast
because I'm picking up my pace, I'm makin' time like Space Ghost
Raising a toast to the highway patrol at the most
But my cruise control's on coast
Cause I'm tourin' around the nation on extended vacation
See I got Elsa the dog who exceeds my limitations
I say, "I like your style crazy pound pup!
You need a ride? well come on girl hop in the truck"
The crowd yelled the last line with Blaine, everyone immediately bursting into fond laughter. A drunk man in his late forties attempted to pull Kurt to his feet, but Kurt quickly stopped this by pulling a can of pepper spray from his Gucci laptop case. The man stumbled backwards, complaining about the youth of America.
With the curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and I'm waiting for my rocket to come
I'm just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and I'm waiting for my rocket y'all
I'm just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and I'm waiting for my rocket to come on
I'm just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and I'm waiting for my rocket y'all
Watching Blaine perform this song reminded Kurt exactly why he fell in love for this man. Blaine didn't sing because a director told him to; Blaine sang because he felt like it. Because he loved it. It was more than Kurt could say for himself.
See I'm a down-home brother red-neck undercover
With my guitar here I'm ready to play
And I'm a sucker for Philly got a natural ability
geared to freestyle look at my flexibility
Dangerous on the MIC
My ghetto hat's cocked right
All the ladies say,
"Yo, that kid is CRAZY!"
We got the backstage Betties takin' more than they can get
They say, "whats up with M-R-A-Z?"
Kurt had to laugh at Blaine's attempt to be ghetto. It was severely ridiculous in all aspects possible, but it endeared Kurt to Blaine even more. Blaine's eyes scanned the audience again, this time meeting Kurt's. His eyes widened, jaw dropping ever-so-slightly. Kurt dropped his gaze to his computer, returning to his typing. In all honestly, he was just trying to keep it together.
Hey hey hey! Somethin's different in my world today
Well they changed my traffic signs to a brighter yellow
Kurt's gaze snapped back up, noticing Blaine's shaken tone for a fraction of a second. Kurt's eyebrows shot up, the corner of his lip turning up. He placed his fingers on top of the keyboard, ready to type, but pulled them away slowly to lean back in his seat.
I'm just a Curbside Prophet love,
I'm just a Curbside Prophet love,
Curbside Prophet love,
And I'm waitin'for my rocket I said a waitin' for my rocket to come now
Curbside..come now brother...
The crowd gathered in the little coffee shop roared, Blaine giving a rushed smile as he glanced the crowd for Kurt. The table Kurt had occupied was empty, and Blaine threw his guitar off and ran towards the door as he saw the slim retreating figure of Kurt.
"Kurt, wait!" Blaine called out after him, causing Kurt to pick up his pace slightly.
"Kurt!" Blaine yelled out, grabbing the slender pale hand.
Kurt turned around quickly, his glance settled on their intertwined hands. Blaine took his other hand and lifted Kurt's chin to where he met his gaze, leaving their hands pressed together.
"It's been a while, hasn't it?" Kurt muttered, enchanted by the pair of hazel eyes twinkling in front of him.
"For you, maybe. But not for me; I've been seeing you." Blaine shrugged, lips tugging upward.
Kurt blinked a few times before responding with. "What?"
Blaine laughed, removing his fingers from under Kurt's chin but leaving their hands together. "You're a Broadway legend now, Kurt. Of course I've been hearing around about you. Oh, and I saw Next to Normal. Excellent job as Gabe, by the way. Worked the poles almost as well as Aaron."
"Only almost?" Kurt protested, mock hurt etched on his face.
"Well, Hummel, we are talking about Aaron. He's a god." Blaine amended, a grin settling on his face once more.
Kurt laughed, pulling a pair of gloves from his laptop case. Blaine released his hand and Kurt pulled the gloves on, only to capture it once more after the gloves were on.
"Blaine, this isn't how this can work you know." Kurt finally said as we walked down the street.
"Well why not, Kurt? Why do we have to focus on our past? Can't we just start a future?" Blaine asked, irritation lacing his tone.
"No, Blaine, we can't! And don't you have a boyfriend or something?" Kurt retorted, glaring down at his feet.
Blaine stopped walking, pulling Kurt's arm to where he was standing in front of him. "And where did you come up with this notion, Mister Hummel?"
"T-that guy that winked at you before you performed. I-I just assumed..." Kurt stuttered, secretly relishing in the heat of Blaine's body so close to his own.
"That's my brother, Kurt. His name is Charles." Blaine laughed, moving a strand of hair from Kurt's forehead.
"So, what were you typing there, Kurt?" Blaine asked, pointing to the laptop case.
"A review, actually. Of your performance for the Sunday edition of the New York Times." Kurt admitted, the slight pink flush of his face slowly disappearing.
"Oh, really now? So if I were to kiss you right now, that wouldn't be considered sucking up for a good review, would it?" Blaine asked, stepping closer to Kurt so that their bodies were against each other.
"Blaine, no." Kurt said, stepping back, instantly feeling a pang of guilt at Blaine's defeated look.
"I cant' do this, Blaine. Not until our past is settled out." Kurt added, pulling a business card out of the front pocket of his laptop case. He handed the piece of paper to Blaine, his fingers lingering on Blaine's outstretched hand.
"Come to this address Tuesday afternoon at three. I'll explain everything there." Kurt said, stepping closer to Blaine and pressing his lips against his forehead. Blaine said nothing, only watched Kurt as he turned the corner.
TO BE CONTINUED...
A/N:
Kay! Please feel free to review, share with your friends, heck! You can even show your goldfish! I'll put the next part up very VERY soon!
Highest regards,
Gale A.