I'm actually really happy with this. ^_^ And I'm thinking that maybe I could write more chapters? So please read and tell me what you think, and if I should write more! *Klainebows to you all*
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters, as disappointing as that may be.
Blaine tapped his pen on the desk in front of him, moving it between his thumb and forefinger. He stretched his neck backwards, wincing as it clicked slightly. Sighing deeply he glanced around at the other worktops surrounding him, all occupied by people who looked amazingly absorbed in whatever work they were actually doing. He'd started this new job about a week ago, and so far it had lived up to its thoroughly boring expectations. It had only been to get his father off his back - apparently having a 24 year old gay son with a degree in musical theatre and an excellent knowledge of Disney music does not a proud father make. So Blaine had applied to every boring office job that he was vaguely able to do, purely in order to convince his father that he wasn't a complete disgrace. Plus, it had occurred to him that it might be nice to have a bit of money to call his own.
"How are you getting on, Anderson?" A thin voice behind him brought Blaine back to reality. His head snapped forward, sending a painful twinge through his temple. Trying not to make it obvious that he had been daydreaming and now he was the subject of a flash headache, he spun around in his chair to face Mr. Aurelia.
"Erm... Fine!" he said, the words coming out slightly higher pitched than he had intended. "Yes, yes. Fine." He nodded to emphasise his definite 'fine-ness'. The boss looked at him slightly askance, but either decided nothing was wrong, or at least not to make an issue of anything that was, and raised the corners of his mouth in a disturbingly sleazy grin. Blaine attempted to smile back, past the now abating headache, and the pressing worry that his boss' smile looked like that of someone who would try to murder him in a back alley.
"Well I'll leave you to it then. Good man."
Inwardly breathing a sigh of relief, Blaine swivelled back around to once again sit at his desk. He pursed his lips, debating whether to ask one of his co-workers what they actually did at this job. He had unfortunately zoned out a bit at his orientation meeting - the business for which this office did the PR had a rather attractive man on its advertising campaign, and that had distracted him slightly. It wasn't his fault that he hadn't had a boyfriend since he'd left college, and his last one-night-stand had not only been six months ago, but even not very fulfilling at the time. He let out a small chuckle under his breath. The office was perhaps not the best place to reminisce over the guy-from-the-bar's shortcomings. He glanced upwards. And did a double take.
Walking down the corridor towards Mr. Aurelia's office was the most beautiful, stunning, flawless man Blaine had ever encountered. His breath left his lungs in a gasp, eyes locked on the porcelain features and slight contours of this man. He was dressed quite simply in well tailored black trousers, a pale purple shirt rolled up to the elbow and a light grey waistcoat, again, very well tailored. Medium brown hair was perfectly styled - not a wisp out of place, and his skin was completely smooth and unblemished. Blaine realised that he was most likely staring at the angel walking in his direction, but any attempts by his brain to rearrange the direction in which is eyes were looking were swiftly overruled by his fluttering heart. The man's walk was tinged with what could be called a mince - it was fairly obvious to anyone with an ounce of knowledge about camp men that he was heavily toning it down - and his posture exuded self confidence, although not in a style that could be construed as cockiness. As he passed his desk, the man made eye contact with Blaine, his eyes narrowing very slightly, but not in an aggressive manner, an unreadable expression behind the captivating irises.
And then he was gone - disappeared inside the boss' office. Blaine heard a sudden intake of breath, and it took him a couple of minutes to realise that it was his own. Slowly, his mind resettled itself within his skull after its brief jaunt to the clouds at the sight of that man seeped in ethereal beauty. He took deep, steadying breaths, but over the next 90 minutes or so, he couldn't help but periodically glancing back over his shoulder to check whether the man had come out of Mr. Aurelia's office yet. Finally, he rested his head on folded arms, attempting to tell his heart, more than his brain, that even if the man had come out of the office, what would it matter to him? Suddenly, he was aware of someone looking at him. Carefully, so as not to have a repeat of the earlier movement-induced headache, Blaine lifted his head, and looked around. There, next to his desk, was stood the man that made his heart stop. His expression seemed slightly intrigued, mixed with something else, but quickly transitioned into embarrassment, accompanied by an adorable pale pink flush of his ivory cheeks. He took a moment to arrange his words before extending a slight hand, and saying in an unexpectedly high pitched, but not at all whiney, voice,
"Hi, I'm Kurt. Kurt Hummel. Mr. Aurelia said that you could show me around?" Despite his cool exterior, Kurt's voice betrayed a hint of anxiety that pierced Blaine's heart in a most unexpected way. Looking up at the vaguely uncomfortable man in front of him, Blaine couldn't stop himself from smiling. Kurt mirrored the emotion, looking gently to the side, trying to hide a soft giggle. Cocking his head slightly, Blaine uttered his first words to the beautiful man.
"What?" he enquired, curiosity overcoming his palpating heart. Kurt batted his eyes once or twice, clearly deciding how to answer.
"Your smile. It's... it's adorable." He punctuated his sentence with a mild blush. Blaine's heart abandoned any previous attempts to continue beating and just stopped all together. Without thinking, he opened his mouth and replied,
"You're so beautiful." Realising what had just slipped past his lips, his eyes widened and he back peddled frantically. "I mean to say... I mean, you are, I just... God, I didn't mean to say that out loud. Please don't take it..." Blaine's ramblings were cut short by Kurt's soft hand catching his own, and giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Don't worry. You have no idea how much that means to me." A pause ensued, the two men just gazing into each other's eyes, trying to interpret their own emotions, as well as each other's.
"So, can you show me around?"
TBC?
