So, this chapter is slightly shorter, as I've been busy with theater and voice lessons, but here we are! Reviews are appreciated, as they help me grow as an author. Also, I forgot to add this as a warning before, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. (Not Kurt or Blaine, don't worry.)
Chapter Two
Directing
Kurt and Blaine both knew that passion and dreaming wasn't going to pay the rent. As wonderful as the stage was, it hardly paid anything if you didn't make it big. So, side jobs became necessary within the first two months of living in the Big Apple.
Kurt had his job at vogue, which payed decently, though it was demanding. Blaine had a harder time finding a suitable job. Waiting tables? Doesn't pay enough. Folding clothes? Again, see above. And as depressing as it was, Blaine ended up doing both. That was, until he saw an opening at a children's theater.
He had half the qualifications he needed, and no experience whatsoever, but luckily, the company was as desperate as he was. So, he slid comfortably into directing.
Blaine loved kids. He loved how energetic and creative they were, and how most of them has dreams bigger than themselves. He and Kurt both wanted kids, they've talked about it numerous times before. So casting, directing, and loving all of these kids was far too easy. And he loved the production, too. Annie was his favorite movie as a child, and he had been in it at his middle school, before he transferred to Dalton.
But jobs meant less time with one another. And though the boys both knew that it would get even harder, they needed jobs to keep their already cheap apartment. So, they kept at it, and they saw each other less and less. Kurt had missed Blaine when he was at school, but now he had to wait an extra three hours to see him in their own home. He missed his husband.
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"Is that a new tattoo?"
Rachel smiled at Kurt from across the table. He had forgotten he hadn't seen her since he had gotten it, since Rachel was recently starring in Wicked, as the iconic role of Elpheba. He was always jealous of her, no doubt in that. But he was proud of his friend nevertheless. He could never bring himself to hate someone just because they had what he wanted. That wasn't who he was. Seeing the play had been somewhat depressing. Kurt longed for lights on his face, an anticipating audience, and a song to sing himself. There hadn't been any auditions that sparked his interest in a long time, and the most he had ever gotten was a callback.
"Yeah. Got it a month or two ago." Kurt lowered his shirt, revealing the letters across his left collarbone. COURAGE.
Rachel smiled even wider. "That's so cute."
"Blaine's got a matching one."
"Of course he does. How is Blaine?"
The light chatter went on for hours. Coffee got cold, and tables got empty, but the two stayed, having missed each other plenty.
"Well, I have to go. Blaine and I haven't been talking much lately, haven't had the time. And tonight is one of our free nights." Kurt winked and Rachel giggled, standing and hugging the other. He smiled and closed his eyes.
"I'll see you soon, Berry."
"On the stage, Hummel. Soon." Rachel promised him.
They parted on the street outside the shop, and Kurt stood, watching her walk away for a few seconds. God, he was jealous. But she deserved it. And he didn't know if that made it any better or worse.
A big hand clasped his thin shoulder. Kurt whipped around to face a broad chest. He was almost positive he was about to get mugged.
"Kurt.." Karofsky breathed. Kurt relaxed slightly, letting out a breath and taking a small step back.
"Hello Dave.. What're you doing out so late?" His voice cracked as he spoke. Dammit.
"Just getting coffee. Where's Blaine?"
"I was here with Rachel."
"He should pay more attention to you." Karofsky smirked ever so slightly as he spoke.
"He pays plenty." Kurt snapped back. He didn't mean to get defensive. But he never quite got over what Dave did to him at McKinely. He knew it was dumb, to be hung up over highschool bullying, but it hurt him. It messed with his head, and not many things did that.
"Then why isn't he here?"
"Work, Karofsky. New York is expensive." Kurt shook his head. "It's been lovely talking to you, but I think I'll be going now."
"You can't deny it any longer Kurt. We have something."
"No, listen to me. What we have isn't what you want. I have a husband. You have a highschool crush."
Kurt turned on his heel and stalked away, leaving a speechless Karofsky. Kurt hardly shouted, hardly fought back. But when he did, there was something about the way he said things, like he was so confident they were true, and they got to you. Bad.
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Sorry, this chapter was pretty shitty. I wrote it in a bit of a hurry. I hope you enjoyed, remember to leave reviews, follow, and favorite!
