A/N: Hey yal! I must warn you you won't understand ANY OF THIS if you don't watch My Little Pony Friendship is magic...
"-And this set is much to small!" Blaine complained to his... lesser... co-star. "I accepted such little pay for this?" He scoffed.
"Stop your whining!" Another co-star called, approaching the two men, hands on his hips. "I swear it's all you ever do!"
"Oh, please. I'm not whining, I'm complaining! Thiissss is whininggg!" He teased, tossing his head back in fake agony. He rolled his eyes at the blue-eyed boy whose name he didn't bother remembering. "Now buzz off, Peeta."
"That's another thing. Peeta's only my role, Gale!" He spat. "I am a real person and I wish to be addressed as such. So you may call me Kurt. Or Mister. Or Mister Kurt." Blaine gaped open-mouthed at the boy who caught his My Little Pony reference and shot it back in his face. He suddenly came aware of how uncomfortably tight his pants grew and crossed his legs, attempting to appear casual. Kurt lifted an eyebrow and a smirk grew on his face, noticing the bulge in his pants. He chuckled slightly and turned to step onset.
"Looks like you've found a gem." Kurt said to him, looking back with a grin, and walked away sassily, hips swaying and running a hand through his blonde-dyed hair. Gale stared at his ass openly walking away.
"Excuse me." He said kindly to his co-star and chased after the boy with the burnt bread.