How many days…
Day 3. Wednesday.
Song- Make You Feel My Love by Adele
Blaine hasn't really spoken to Kurt all that much in the past three days that they've met and been working together. Of course there's been the generic "Good morning, how are you? Sleep well?" Or the typical "Geez, this weather, huh?" and not forgetting "Goodbye, Kurt, and thanks for another day full of hard work. Enjoy your evening whatever you're up to. See you in the morning."
Kurt always smiles that beautiful smile of his and answers graciously but it never amounts to anything more than that.
For being a business owner, a music manager, a producer, a composer, a songwriter and musician; as well being raised with good manners and etiquette; you really would think that Blaine would have more to say to Kurt, and the confidence to do so.
But he just can't bring himself to quite get that far.
It's just hit two in the afternoon and after Guy had complained enough that his stomach was shrinking, they decide to pause for lunch. To be honest, Blaine could do with the break, though he won't admit it; Kurt and his voice have been haunting him all morning.
The song that they've been working on is probably one of Blaine's favorite's on Georgia's valentine's album. It's so raw and open, honest and truthful. He believes it to be a song that really shows why music was created to help communicate feelings. It's painfully wonderful. A lovely, old classic already rereleased twice, maybe three times over the years, but again Georgia has managed to add her own spark to it and light it up.
And then there's Kurt's. Blaine has been rendered speechless most of the day because of him and how he is portraying this song. He's barely been able to keep his jaw from touching his shoes while watching Kurt sing that song and express those words. Even the "oohs" and the "aahs" he's been adding have been enough to make Blaine feel it all the way down to his toes.
When Kurt sings he doesn't just sing. He sings. He performs with his whole body and soul. He feels the music, takes it all in and pushes it all back out again onto the listener; all full of raw emotion and pure beauty of voice and song and sound.
"The storms are raging on the rolling sea, and on the highway of regret.
The winds of change are blowing wild and free—"
Kurt is the only backing vocalist that Georgia has hired. It's a little odd but not completely unheard of. Blaine had originally thought that somebody like Miss Gold would have hired a full choir to back her up, but he has to admit that he quite enjoys being proven wrong from time to time. Miss Gold is starting to surprise him just as much as Blaine is surprising himself, with his feelings and thoughts and Kurt and such.
Blaine can't say that he doesn't entirely know why she's chosen Kurt, and only Kurt to back her up. His vocal ability is amazing, intense and powerful and completely unique. His voice alone strengthens Georgia's to a huge degree, and the two of them along with an accompanying echo and a wide range of musical instruments have achieved quite a memorable sound.
When Blaine finally calls time for lunch, Guy is up and off from his seat almost immediately, probably heading to his favourite deli around the corner. Lynn always goes home on her lunch breaks to let her dog out on the sidewalk to relieve himself.
This leaves Kurt and Blaine alone, conveniently. Blaine looks up from his computer, compelled to do so by the quiet sounds of shuffling and rustling. He sits frozen at his desk behind the glass window as he watches Kurt perch on a stool; take out a small plastic salad box and fork from his satchel and start nibbling at it daintily.
Every movement he makes, everything little thing he does seems to cast Blaine under some weird enchanted spell.
"—You ain't seen nothing like me yet."
Kurt stops his fork halfway to his mouth when he sees Blaine watching him. His cheeks flush with a light dusting of pink and he gives Blaine a half hearted, closed lipped smile, and a look that says "what?"
Blaine snaps into action. He stands from his chair and points his thumb over his shoulder towards the door, making sure he's still leaning down enough to be heard through the little desk microphone.
"Um, I'm going to head out down the block and get a pizza slice or something. You want- um would you like anything?"
Kurt throws his little plastic fork down into the salad box so quickly that it's almost comical. "You won't tell my personal trainer, right?" He says with a cheeky grin as he stands and hoists his satchel over his shoulder.
Personal Trainer? He's already a demigod. What does he need a personal trainer for?
Blaine thankfully keeps his thoughts to himself and opens the door which links the control room to the isolation booth. He holds it open with one hand while Kurt walks through with a shy little smile and nod of his head in thanks.
Blaine winks at him and then when Kurt has his back to him, he calls himself an asshole for doing such a thing.
"Go to the ends of the Earth for you—"
Keep it together, Blaine.
Blaine locks the doors to the studio building, pockets his keys and then turns to Kurt who is leaning up against the wall of the building. "Shall we?" He asks with a hand directed towards the sidewalk and a charming smile on his lips.
Kurt offers a smile of his own, peels himself off of the wall, his body bending and flowing like a cat's and walks in step with Blaine.
Being the Third of February in New York City, it's not exactly the warmest of days; but it could be a lot colder. Blaine always relies on his trusty old chocolate brown, worn leather jacket with a faux fur in-lining, to keep him warm. His typical everyday dress is casual yet professional, usually a pair of fitted jeans with a shirt and blazer over the top to complete his look. He's a good looking man, and he dresses well. He's not a shallow person but it's not beneath him to excel in his confidence, and to notice the looks of appreciation he gets from both men and women as he walks down the street.
Kurt, however seems to be some kind of fashion/style magnet all on his own. There is an air of full blown self assuredness around him, yet he still carries a hint on shyness. Today, he's wearing a navy pea coat over his white button down shirt and silk lined vest ensemble, accompanied with a plaid scarf and suede gloves. His dark skinny jeans are covered up to his knees with black lace up boots that look a little weathered but stylish all the same.
Blaine has only known Kurt for a small part of three days, but he can't quite seem to understand why or how he isn't a model or leading role of some kind. Kurt should not just be a back up anything with those looks and that voice. And that body.
Martino's is Blaine's go to pizzeria and they know him well and expect him daily. The staff are aware of his busy lifestyle and work schedule, and no matter the queue of people waiting to get served, they always come to Blaine as soon as he walks through the door.
"Mr Blaine! The usual? One slice or two?" Ramondo, the manager calls over the counter.
Blaine smiles and looks over his shoulder to Kurt, "Anything you don't like? My treat."
"Anchovies," Kurt replies and makes a disgusted face, to which Blaine responds with a grin and a "me too" face.
They take a leisurely stroll back towards the studio, a large pizza slice swabbed in napkins in one hand and a can of soda in the other.
"This is good. Thank you." Kurt mumbles after taking a large bite and pats at the corners of his mouth with a napkin.
"Mmm, yup." Blaine responds, his mouth and cheeks just as full. Kurt just smiles and looks down to his feet as they carry on walking.
They place their trash into a can right by the studio's front doors and Blaine unlocks the doors, lets them in and gestures towards one of the leather couches in the lobby. Guy and Lynne aren't back yet and they've only had around 20 minutes of their break so far.
Kurt makes himself comfortable in one corner of the couch while Blaine flicks on some lights and leans over the reception desk to check the messages on the answering machine. The light flickers with many notifications but when he glances back over his shoulder to find Kurt blatantly staring at his ass while biting his lip; Blaine abandons the unanswered messages in favour of leaning over the desk a little bit more to look for something that isn't actually there, with a satisfied thrum in his veins.
Blaine boxes and runs when he has the chance to. His body is small, tight and compact and round in all the best places. He knows gets looked at. But with Kurt, it feels different. Better.
Eventually he straightens up and turns around to lean against the desk, feigning a look of harried business. Kurt averts his gaze then looks back at him and smiles some. The silence is a little awkward but not entirely uncomfortable.
"It's a great set up, you have here." Kurt eventually says. "I'd heard a lot about your label and the studio. I'm glad and honestly honoured to have had the chance to record here."
Blaine blushes in way that he has never blushed before. He's not too much of a proud man, he can take compliments. He knows how well he has succeeded in the business world and he's entitled to take the praise for it, lord knows he's worked hard enough for it. But with Kurt, hearing those things makes him feel a little giddy inside.
"Oh, thank you. How nice of you to say." Blaine smiles and slowly pushes himself off of the desk and walks over to the couch, sitting down at the opposite end of where Kurt is sitting. "It's wonderful to have an artist like you here."
Kurt does one of his lip-bite-smile things and ducks his head, shaking it a little in silent protest.
"No really. I mean it." Blaine says sincerely and boldly leans over and touches his hand to Kurt's knee, a way to get him to look up. "It's one of the things I love most about my job, seeking out new talents. Or in this case, like yourself, a mature but wonderful talent that just hasn't had the recognition it deserves, yet."
Kurt looks up at Blaine then, his eyes a blazing blue seem to pierce right through Blaine's own deep, unwavering gaze. Even Blaine's skin tingles with it.
Kurt opens his mouth, and so does Blaine. Both looking like there's more to say—
"I know you haven't made your mind up yet,
But I will never do you wrong."
The door swings open wide and Guy steps inside with one large sandwich in each hand. "We ready to get back to work?" He smiles, looking between the two of them. "I brought us cookies for a sugar fix too." He adds, nodding down to a brown paper bag wedged under his arm.
Kurt hops up from the couch with a too sure head nod and strides around the corner toward the hallway leading to the recording room.
"Wonderful." Blaine says, staring at Guy.
"I could make you happy, make your dreams come true…"