Born for Broadway
In which Klaine was never canon. Because Kurt never moved to Dalton and never met Blaine.
AN: Lots of this story has massive links to the Broadway musical Wicked. But I don't think it will matter too much if you don't know it (but you really should see it; it's incredible) but feel free to ask if something doesn't make sense.
Disclaimer: Neither Glee or Klaine belong to me. They belong to Fox (I think) and a few wonderful creators. Wicked also doesn't belong to me, but I don't actually know who it does belong to. All that I have is a few t-shirts, a GleeLive programme and the binocular things I 'borrowed' from Wicked.
Prologue
"Hey white boy!"
Mercedes called as she pushed open the glass door of the tiny coffee shop she had arranged to meet her best friend in. In New York. New York! She still couldn't believe that her best friend, the beautiful boy from little old Lima had made good on his dream and was now in rehearsals for broadway. Wicked, no less. And that's what she was there to talk about. She had driven all the way up from California to catch up with Kurt and get all the details on rehearsals.
"Hey Cedes. I've got your coffee and I've got a secret."
Mercedes practically threw herself at the small table in the corner. Whenever Kurt had a secret, it was always a good one.
She cradled her hands around the warm coffee cup. It was cold outside and she was only just getting the feeling back in the tips of her fingers.
"Spill. And don't leave anything out."
Kurt had, as he had always told everyone he would, moved to New York to attend college. And he had never left. His combined major was in fashion (obviously) and musical theatre (because however unlikely that dream had been, it was still his dream).
A year after graduating he had auditioned, on the off chance, for a new production of Wicked (Still his all time favourite musical) and the part of Fiyero. It hadn't really come as much of a surprise when he didn't get the part. His voice wasn't right and he didn't really look 'manly' enough. But what had surprised him was the letter he'd received a few weeks later from the show's producer and director. It had said something along the lines of,
Although we did not feel you were right for the part of Fiyero, we do feel your voice is too incredible and unique not to have featured in our production. We would love to offer you the part of Boq. Again, your voice isn't quite suited to the current score. But he only really has the one big song and we would like to rearrange it for your voice and indeed re-write much of the part so it feels more 'you'. Please, say you'll at least consider it.
And he had considered it. For all of five seconds before he was on the phone telling them 'of course he'd accept the part.'
Because although it may not have been a male lead, it was still a real part in a real broadway production.
That had been four weeks ago and rehearsals had begun three weeks ago. True to their word, the producer and director (obviously with help from the writer) had re-arranged his parts in Dancing Through Life, The Wicked Witch of the East and March of the Witch Hunters and re-written the character to make him… camper. But in a totally tasteful way that still fit perfectly with the story.
And it was three weeks ago that he had first met the rest of the cast. It was three weeks ago that he had first met the young man who would be playing Fiyero. It was three weeks ago that he had first met Blaine Anderson.
And it had been lust at first site. And that was the secret he was now sharing with Mercedes.
"Oh Mercedes, he's just so handsome. He has this jet black hair that he gels back, but you can just tell that it's curly. By the end of the day the gel starts to come unstuck and a few stray curls will fall around his neck. And they look so soft. And his eyes are like pools of melted chocolate. It's enough to get me to eat chocolate again. And you know how strictly I keep to my diet. But it's his voice that get's me every time; it's just so soft and silky. It seems to float above all the other voices, even when he's singing in a big chorus number. And when he sings he makes this cute little faces. I can't even describe those. You'll have to wait until opening night to see those. I literally cannot think straight when he's doing Dancing Through Life. It's still in the really rough stages but he picks up the choreography to quickly and flawlessly."
"Kurt, this sounds like more than just lust. You know what Rachel would say."
Kurt huffs slightly at that. He may love Rachel (most of the time) but he never likes hearing what she has to say. Normally because she's right and he hates it when she's right.
"No, don't roll your eyes Hummel. She'd say that you're infatuated with this Blaine guy. And you know what I say? I say go for it."
"Because that's such a good idea. Not. He's not even gay."
"He's doing broadway, he probably is."
Kurt was shocked. Actually shocked that Mercedes was willing to fit people into stereotypes. Until she laughed and he knows that she was just joking.
"Ok, sorry; that might have been uncalled for. But he might be. Ask him. Where's the harm?"
"Where's the harm?" Kurt's voice rose a few octaves. Why did his friends never understand? "The 'harm' is that I have to work with Blaine for at least the next few months. I really don't want to make things awkward by asking if he's gay."
"Does he dress well?"
"Wha-" he spluttered into his coffee, "what's that got to do with it."
She shrugged,
"Does he dress well?"
"Yes, he does. Not as fabulously as myself, of course, but he seems to know what's on trend. He's got this smart-casual look. But you can tell all his clothes are designer, I even recognise some of the things he wears. And you can tell he read last months Vogue because when he came into the studio yesterday he had his scarf tied in the knot that they had an article on."
Mercedes raised her eyebrows at this,
"And you think he's not gay? Kurt, I think you're gaydar is seriously broken."
"No Mercedes," he put his coffee cup down as if to emphasise the importance of what he was about to say," just because a man dresses well does not mean he's gay. And the opposite applies. Remember Karofsky? He didn't dress well. And male models – straight male models – know all about fashion and looking good."
"But he's not a male model, is he?"
What the hell is this girl on? Kurt moaned and let his head drop onto the table. He quickly retracted it because the surface was slightly sticky.
"Ok, serious question. Have you even spoken to this guy?"
"Yes," he replied indignantly, "I have. We've actually spoken quite a bit. In fact, I think I've spoken to him the most out of all the cast members. Except for maybe the ones I have scenes with. Big scenes. Where I have dialogue."
"So, do you have lots of scenes with him?"
"No. Honestly Cedes, how can you not know Wicked inside out."
She put her hands up in the globally recognised 'sorry' motion.
"No, we don't have many scenes together. But there are lots of scenes where both of us aren't on stage. So we both have pretty similar free time. We've had coffee together a few times and we always sit together to eat in lunch in the studio's dingy café."
"You know what? Things between you sound pretty good. So maybe you're right not to rock the boat. But I do think you should subtly find out if he's gay. At least then you know. Ask about girlfriends and see what he says."
"Fine, if it comes up I'll ask."
"Good. Now tell me all about the plot of this musical again."
Kurt let out a long suffering sigh before launching into a full and very detailed plot summary.
Ok, thoughts? PLEASE point out any spelling/grammar mistakes so I can avoid them next time. (Especially if I switch tenses, because that's a really bad habit of mine)
This has been in my head for a few days and, since school's over, I thought I could give this idea a bit of my time. It is, obviously, AU because I don't think I'll ever really write something that isn't.
I'm open to any ideas/ suggestions. I know where this is going for a least the next few chapters. But I'm fickle, so that might change. And I don't know how long this will be. Maybe around ten chapters. At least. I think
Reviews are love. hint hint*
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Hannah