Authors notes
Hi, my name is Alexa! This is my first fanfic, so I'm sorry if it's not as good as the others you read. I just have had all these ideas in my head and I finally decided to publish them. So I hope you enjoy and stick around for future chapters!
Chapter 2
"Rachel! You are not going to believe the job I just got offered!" Kurt all but screamed as he ran into the loft.
"What?! What is it?!" Rachel replied almost as excited as her friend.
"The manager of the St. James Theatre on Broadway asked me to design their costumes for the show! I start tomorrow!"
"Oh my gosh Kurt, that's amazing! I'm so proud of you! What musical?" Rachel asked.
"Cats by Andrew Lloyd Webber. Apparently the 30th anniversary is coming up and they are putting it back on Broadway for celebration. And I know the perfect way to celebrate: order in Chinese food and this bad boy," Kurt said pulling out an old VHS.
"Oh I forgot we had that. It's perfect! Now let's order that food!"
/
The end credits rolled and Kurt found himself in tears. The last song always got him no matter what mood he was in. They cleaned up and Kurt said goodnight to Rachel. Once in the somewhat privacy of his room, Kurt changed into his pajamas and set his alarm for 5:00 am. He wanted to look his best for tomorrow so he needed time to take a shower, do his moisturizing routine, and pick out the perfect outfit. Kurt went to bed that night with a small smile on his face as he dreamed of the day ahead.
/
*beep, beep, beep*
Kurt lazily hit the snooze on his alarm clock. He just lied in bed for a while wondering why he was getting up so early and then it hit him. He rushes out of bed, careful not to run into anything since it's still dark out. He takes the quickest shower he can possibly take and rushes through the moisturizing routine, but being himself he does every step carefully too.
Choosing his outfit was by far the the worst part of the morning. He had to find the perfect outfit that said chique, professional, but excited to be here, but it couldn't be too loud or he'd just look stupid. Since he would probably be working with actors most of the day, he just went with slim black jeans, a button up and vest, and some nice dress shoes.
He made some toast and grabbed his keys. Before he left he put a note on the fridge for Rachel that said "Breakfast is in the fridge, just heat it up. See you tonight! Love ya! Kurt xox". He grabbed his coat a practically skipped out the door.
/
Luckily Kurt managed to grab a cab and get to the theatre five minutes before six o'clock. He was very proud of this accomplishment since with New York it's almost impossible to get anywhere on time. Kurt walked into the theatre and was greeted by a smiling Rebecca waving from onstage.
"Good morning Mr. Hummel, we are delighted to have you." Rebecca said cheerfully.
"Well I'm delighted to be here Becca, can I call you Becca?" Kurt asked politely.
"Of course, many of my friends call me that anyway, so shall I give you a tour of backstage?" Becca asked.
"That'd be wonderful," Kurt said.
"And this is your work area. I hope you are happy with it," Becca said backing out of the doorway so Kurt could look in.
Kurt was in awe. The studio was amazing with an open floor plan, sketch desk, and a huge assortments of fabric. The only bummer was there were no windows.
"I love it Becca, but where are the windows?"
"The theatre didn't think they were necessary so there are none. I'm sorry Mr. Hummel. I'll just leave you here to settle in, but meet me onstage soon so you can meet the cast."
Kurt sat his things down and looked more closely at his surroundings. Everything was modern, yet you could tell there was a lot of character behind each item. He was just about to leave to go meet Becca when he noticed a ladder hidden in the shadows in the far right corner. Kurt's curiosity got the best of him and he went up the ladder.
It came to a trap door that lead to the roof. Becca must have not known about it, for she didn't make any hint about it during the tour. Kurt looked around for a little. There was a small gazebo in the left corner and flower bed surrounding the perimeter. It was a nice place, Kurt thought, and then he saw him.
A small figure sitting in the gazebo. Kurt got closer, careful not to startle whomever this person was. He look short, with gelled hair and tan skin. He looked as if he was thinking or daydreaming. He looked so peaceful that Kurt thought it rude to intrude, so he turned back. Just as he did so, the man opened his eyes.
"Hey!" the man said cheerfully.
"Um, hi. I'm sorry to disturb you sir, I was just wondering around. I'll leave now," Kurt said in a panicked tone.
"Oh no, please, you are no disturbance, and you're welcome to stay," the man said.
"Uh, ok, sure. I guess I'll stay," Kurt said cautiously.
"I don't bite, it's ok. Why don't you sit?" the man said pointing to the seat next to him.
Kurt sat down and looked at the man. He was wearing a cream and navy blue striped t-shirt and navy blue pants that cut off just short of his ankles. Not the worst outfit Kurt had seen, but it could use some touch ups. And then he looked into those eyes. Those beautiful hazel eyes that glistened in the sunrise. Kurt was brought out of his daydream when the man snapped his fingers in front of his face.
"Hello? Earth to spy kid."
"What? Oh, sorry, was thinking. Anyway hi," Kurt said still a little dazed.
"Hi! So do you normally spy on men. or is it just a hobby?" the man asked playfully.
"Uh, well...I...um…"
"Whoa, hey it's ok I was just joking. So what's your na-" the man was cut off by his phone buzzing.
"Ugh, it's Rebecca, she says I need to come to the stage to meet the new costume designer," the man said.
"Um, actually the new designer is-" Kurt attempted, but was cut off by the man grabbing his hand and tugging him toward the trap door.
"Come on, I know a shortcut," the man said and ran for the door.
/
"Finally you're here! Where were you? It's time to rehearse. Oh, I see you've met our new costume designer," Becca said.
The man looked at Kurt and raised his eyebrows. "Oh really, well let's hope your costumes are as good as Becca says they are."
"Oh they will be, now places everyone! Let's do a run through of Jellicle Songs for Jellicle Cats! A five, six, seven, eight!" Becca cued as the cast started the song.
Are you blind when you're born?
Can you see in the dark?
Would you look at a king?
Would you sit on his throne?
Can you say your bite,
that it's worse than your bark?
Are cock of the walk?
When you're walking alone.
Because Jellicles are
and Jellicles do.
Jellicles can and Jellicles do
Jellicles would and Jellicles do.
Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats,
Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats,
Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats.
/
The performance ended and Kurt found himself applauding like crazy. He was so amazed the entire performance and what he found strange was he couldn't stop looking at the man from the roof. Kurt studied his movements, his lines, his everything. He found it quite strange and would deny it if you ever asked.
"As you can see, you have wooed our lovely guest. Everyone this is Mr. Kurt Hummel, world famous fashion designer. Mr. Hummel, our cast," Becca introduced.
"Uh, hi everyone! You were great by the way!" Kurt said.
"Hello Mr. Hummel," the whole cast said in unison.
"Yes, well everyone take five. Not you shortstop, you come here." Becca said pointing to the man from the roof.
"Mr. Hummel, I'd like you to meet our lead for this production. He will be playing Munkustrap" Becca said.
"Hello, Mr.?" Kurt questioned.
"Anderson, Blaine Anderson."
