Authors Note: Hey! So this is my first real story, it's an AU fic, nothing to warn you about in this chapter really but things will pick up and get a bit...dirtier as time rolls on. This is a multi-chaptered fic so stick around if you like it so far.
My head canon for Abby is Michelle Trachtenberg, look her up if you want an image of what the character is supposed to look like :)
But yeah anyways. Hope you like it!
Blaine was in his third month of working at Snip'n'Cut, and to say he was having fun would have been an understatement. He loved his job, it's why he went into hairstyling instead of performing in the first place. He loved talking to strangers about their day, meeting all the different personalities. It was glorious. He did miss the singing, but it wasn't as if he didn't do it every morning in the shower or when he was working on someone who didn't want to chat, so...he wasn't missing much.
On Thursday morning, the beginning of summer of 2016, New York was warm and bright, lighting up the whole salon with sun beams that reflected off of all the mirrors, creating a gorgeous atmosphere.
Blaine was on time, as usual, and went straight to pull on his beauty belt then sat down at the waiting counter to have his morning chat with Abby Scottson, Blaine's newly found friend.
"So, how was your night, Missy? Boyfriend isn't keeping you up too long is he?" Blaine teased with a wink, he and Abby had become quite close recently. They used to just smile and wave and give the occasional 'good morning' or 'good night', but eventually they started going out for coffee's together and getting to know each other. It turns out, Abby's old best friend was gay, so they had something to talk about, at least.
"Oh, but of course! Wouldn't want to fall asleep on the job now would I, Mister-I-Like-To-Stay-At-Home-All-Night-No-Matter-What." Abby replied sarcastically. Blaine feigned shock mockingly and then broke it by lighting up with a grin that could cure cancer.
"You know I like to focus on my work, come on though, tell me, how are you two?" Blaine asked with honest curiosity.
"Okay, okay, I give in, we're perfect. Nothing could be more perfect. Blaine, seriously, stop moping around other peoples relationships and get one of your own! When was the last time you had some fun in your bun?" Abby replied.
"Did you seriously just say fun in your bun? What has that boy done to you?" Blaine said with a smirk, he knew he was avoiding the topic, but he just didn't like talking about his love life. Or lack of one.
"Fine. You won't tell me? That's okay. I'll just sit here and bask in emptiness and woe, you wound me Blaine. You wound me." Abby said with a sarcastic hand to her heart and head. Blaine just simply rolled his eye's at her dramatic antics and swiveled around in his chair to set up the shop for the day.
Two hours later, the salon was in full swing. People were coming in and out every five minutes to book their appointments with the two women on the counter or to have their hair done by the four salon stylists. Blaine was the only male, but he didn't mind. He preferred being around girls that shared his love for hair styling rather than boys and their love for sex, not that he didn't like sex, one could go as far to say that Blaine Anderson loved sex, but he enjoys having sex, not discussing it.
After four customers, it was Blaine's tea break. He was given a tea break every Thursday and Friday because he was the hardest worker in the shop according to his manager. The girls didn't protest, seeing as he took a lot of their appointments when they had their hands full.
While Blaine was just about to start drinking his coffee with the two platinum blonde girls sitting at the counter, the door bell swung and clinked, announcing a new customers arrival. Blaine slid round to see if it was his regular Julia, a customer that payed full price and left a little extra just for Blaine, but instead walked the most beautiful man Blaine had ever layed eyes on.
He obviously came from a place of wealth, because only a man with millions could afford an outfit like that. He had on a grey slim-fit shirt underneath a black Alexander McQueen Caban coat, and around his neck he wore a black plasma print scarf. On his legs and feet he wore a pair of black top-of-the-range denim jeans that fit his form in only the best ways and a pair of black and grey Oxfords with silver studs on the toe. But none of what he was wearing could compare to this mans face. A nose that was border lining perfecting hung high in the air to stop his sunglasses from falling off. Wide, prominent, pink lips that needed to be kissed. Elfin-like ears that only amplified his features and beauty. If Blaine hadn't already thought that this man was perfection on legs, he would have had a change in mind when he saw his eyes. The man took off his sunglasses and searched around the salon, most likely to see who was available to come to his service. He turned in Blaine's direction and it was all Blaine could do to hold in a gasp. Those eyes. Crystal blue but with a hint of emerald green, shining and taking away the light from the windows because God were those eye's bright. Blaine couldn't move. He couldn't speak. He was transfixed by this man he had only been staring at for less that two minutes. And who was coming his way.
"Hi, I'm sorry if it's a little inconvenient, but I'm running on a tight schedule and was wondering if I could have my hair styled and trimmed now?" The beautiful man asked, staring right at Blaine with an eye brow raised and line drawn out on his lips.
"I...uhm...sure?" It was all he could say, he hadn't seen anyone like this before in his life, how was he supposed to say anything to him? No, snap out of it Blaine, he's just another customer. Get your shit together and give this man a hair cut.
"Okay, well, where would you like me?" Okay he shouldn't have said that because now Blaine was picturing him in all sorts of different positions that should not be thought about while he was working. This man could be the death of Blaine Anderson, and he didn't even know his name.
"Just, uh, over here Mr...?" Blaine never asked for a name, but he needed one to fit the face.
"Hummel. Kurt Hummel. Over here?" Kurt Hummel...that name. It couldn't have been more right. Blaine was falling already.
"Yeah, wha-what did you have in mind today?" He was so nervous, he really needed to stop, otherwise he'd mess up Kurt's gorgeous, thick, brown hair. How did he not notice his hair?
"Well, it's getting way too long and it keeps on falling in my eyes, so just a trim and I have an important meeting in two hours so maybe a quick styling too?" Kurt asked Blaine through the mirror as he sat down in the styling chair.
"Okay, hold on I'll get you cover." Blaine went into the stock room and let out a breath he didn't even realise he was holding.
"Come on Blaine, you can do this. He's just another customer...Okay..." He breathed in and out a couple more times before pulling out a roll of cover fabric and then walked back into the main room.
"Here we go, arms up." Kurt pulled his arms through the two holes in the fabric and then sat back in the chair.
"So, a trim. Just the bangs or back here too?" Blaine gestured to the back of Kurt's head and waited for a response.
"Yeah, all of it. That would be great." Kurt looked bored. Like he'd done this a thousand times before, which, by the looks of his well kept hair, he probably had.
"Okay, just relax, I'll be done in no time." Blaine was always fast with his costumers, never missing a beat. Some people dared to call him Edward Scissor Hands from time to time, the only thing they got in return was a flip of the wrist and the lifetof a middle finger.
Seconds turned to minutes and soon enough, Blaine was finished with the trimming. He was quite proud of himself, he hadn't shaken up again once, so his effort really showed. Kurt's hair no longer fell into his eyes. His bangs hung just above his eye brows.
"All done, hows that look?"
"Perfect, now I was wondering if you knew how to quiff? I need to look my best for this meeting." Blaine smirked and said,
"I am the quiff master, trust me, no worries there. You'll look almost as gorgeous as you do now." Blaine almost stabbed himself with his scissors. Why, oh why did he say that?
Kurt chuckled and nodded, taking off his cover and handing it to Blaine.
Blaine came back from the stock room with two bottles and a pair of heated curling tongs.
"So, I have the tongs for the styling, this for heat protection and this is for free and for you. I always give a new customer something to take away with them. It's shining conditioner, it makes your hair literally glitter after a shower, and it works best with thick hair like yours." Blaine said with a smile.
"Oh, well thank you. I don't know when I'd use it but thanks, be a nice addition to my products at home." Kurt said with a small quirk of the lips. Those lips that Blaine wanted to badly to run his tongue over. Blaine quickly shook the thought away and smiled, getting ready to style Kurt's think, luscious hair.
After ten minutes, Blaine was finished.
"And voilà! How's it look?" Blaine asked, for some reason he really wanted to impress Kurt, so upon reflex he started chewing on his bottom lip in anticipation of Kurt's opinion.
"Great, thank you very much. How much do I owe you?" Kurt didn't look up at Blaine once, he just looked at himself in the mirror, and went through his wallet. Blaine was a little disappointed, but it's not like he didn't expect it.
"Uhm, fifteen bucks will be fine." Blaine murmered.
"Okay, well here's an extra ten for the conditioner, I might be back so I'll see you around...uhm...sorry I didn't get your name?" Blaine's eyes lit up at Kurt's sudden interest.
"Blaine! Blaine, my names Blaine." He held out his hand with a smile so wide it must have hurt. Kurt took Blaine's hand in his, shook it, smiled and walked away. Out of the salon. Out of Blaine's sight.
God, Blaine really hoped he would see Kurt Hummel again soon.
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