Title: Trying Times and Telephone Lines
Chapter: 7/?
Summary: Au. Blaine Anderson is a struggling musician in the city that never sleeps. The very last thing he needs is a snarky telemarketer trying to sell him something useless late at night. But, there's something different about this particular telemarketer. He's quick witted and doesn't hold back. Maybe he is exactly what Blaine needs to get him out of his perpetual slump.
There's quite a bit of dialog in this, seeing as it's based of phone calls, so just for reference's sake when a character is talking it will be typed as
Kurt
Blaine
Mrs. Jenkins
Okay? Okay.
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
A/N: So now we're back to Kurt and Blaine, and of course, Cooper's crazy antics. The song used in this chapter is one of my favorites, Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men
This is a fluffy chapter. Mentions of Disney princesses and Black Eyed Peas.
Rating: M
Kurt took it upon himself to call Blaine the next day. Blaine had done the calling the past two days in a row, so why not?
Smiling lightly, she dialed the phone number he had come to memorize the past few days, and listened to the familiar ringing tone, waiting for Blaine to answer.
"Give me your sweetness?"
Well that certainly not Blaine.
"….Uhm hello?"
"Hello."
"You are not Blaine."
"You are very observant."
"Who is this?"
"Hey now, you called me. Shouldn't I be the one asking that?"
"No, I called Blaine. You are not him."
"Good point."
"Sooo…"
"Buttons!"
"Who the Hell are you?"
"My human alias is –"the voice began, but was cut off.
"COOPER! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!"
There was a scuffle, two people shouting, one was laughing.
"Hello!"
"Hey there hot shot."
"Shop keep! How are you... wait hang on... ALLEY CAT KNOCK IT OFF – sorry... yeah how are you?"
"I'm good. A lot better than you apparently."
"Yes, well my brother doesn't know how to mind his own business!"
"I resent that."
"I resent you!"
"Well, the Anderbros are quite the kooky pair."
"He's just downright crazy."
"I'll show you crazy!"
There was a loud crash, and the sound of maniacal laughter.
"DON'T YOU HAVE A CLASS TO TEACH!"
"Oh yeah you're right! Well I should go do that! Bye bye Blainey!"
"GOOD RIDANCE!"
There was booming laughter and the sound of the door slamming.
"Sorry about him."
"Don't be. He's quite the character."
"Well he's an idiot."
"But he's your idiot."
"He is my idiot."
"I can tell you really love him."
"I do. For a long time he was the only one who ever loved me back."
"You're really lucky to have him."
"I am. I really am."
"But you can't ever tell him that because he'll hold it over your head for the rest of forever?"
"Ahhhh, you have a brother."
"Step."
"Your brother's name is step. That's a funny name."
"Oh my god Blaine, no. I have a step brother whose name is Finn."
"Finn is a much better name than Step. Why didn't you just say that?"
"I just did."
"Very well."
"You make no sense."
"I've been told."
"Well I'm telling you again."
"Very well."
"Hey! How was your date last night?"
"Oh, it was full of raunchy humor and bad jokes as usual."
"You do that often?"
"Every Sunday since I moved in here."
"Awwwwww! Blainers is that little old lady your best friend?"
"Yes," Blaine said, completely serious.
"You're a good match for each other," Kurt said, with the same seriousness.
"You could say that."
"I do."
"She's trying to help me with me sarcasm, to help me keep up with you."
"Not possible."
'Anything is possible."
"Wow, you really are a walking advertisement for Disney. You should talk to Rachel."
"What exactly does she do at Disney?"
"She's exactly what she always insisted she was, a princess."
"No way! No way no way no way!"
"Yes way."
'Who is she!"
"She's Rachel."
"Kurt!"
"No, that's my name."
"What princess is she!"
"I can't tell you that."
"Oh come on! Of all the things to be secretive about!"
"No seriously, I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"Disney is seriously crazy about keeping their actors anonymous. Something about keeping the magic alive."
"Really?"
"Honest. I'd have to ask her explicit permission to tell you."
"Will you?"
"Ask her?"
"Yes."
"Of course."
"I'M SO EXCITED!" Blaine squealed excitedly.
"I don't even know if I'm allowed to tell you yet."
"I got a feeling!"
"That tonight's gonna be a good night?"
"Black Eyed Peas, really?"
"Yeeaaah, really didn't think that through did I?"
"That's almost as bad as Jersey Shore."
"That's nowhere near as bad as Jersey Shore. You will never be forgiven for Jersey Shore."
'I beg to differ."
'What did I tell you about disagreeing?"
"To not to."
"That's right."
"But –"
"No."
"Fine."
"Good boy."
Blaine merely grumbled indignantly.
'Don't grumble at me."
"You're taking away my right to sound as well?"
"Looks like it."
"You can't!"
"Why not?"
"It's my livelihood!"
"Well looks like it's time to find a new one."
"No way! I've already been a lawyer. I'm sticking with music."
"You were lawyer!"
"Not by choice," Blaine whispered.
The soft tone of his voice was breaking Kurt's heart.
"I suppose I'll let you keep your music, on one condition," Kurt said smiling.
"What's that?"
"You sing for me again."
"Really?"
"Really."
"I'd be honored."
"I'm glad."
"…Kurt?"
"Hmmm?"
"Will you sing with me?"
"What? Oh, oh I don't know."
"Please, I really want you to."
"Blaine I can't—"
"You said you were in glee!"
"I was but—"
"Pleeeaaasssseeee?" Blaine whined.
"I – oh god—aright. Yes, fine."
"Yes! Okay, okay what song – Oh god I'm so excited! Yes, yeah, what song?"
"I don't particularly care."
"Kurt you have to pick."
'Why do I?"
"Because I said."
"That's a legitimate argument. And you say you were a lawyer."
"I never said I was a good lawyer. Now please?"
"Okay alright, let me think."
"You think and I'll go get my guitar."
"Okay."
Kurt was left alone with his thoughts. What song should he choose? Why did it matter so much? Music had always meant a lot to Kurt. It was a way to express what he was feeling. So what did he want to say?
"Okay I'm back! Did you pick?"Blaine asked excitedly.
"I did."
"So! What'll it be?"
"Do you know the song Little Talks?"
"Actually I do. Do you wanna be the boy or the girl?"
"The boy. This is about me hearing you sing again."
"Very well."
Blaine began to strum softly, adding his own special little twist on the song.
"I don't like walking around this old and empty house."
"So hold my hand I'll walk with you my dear," Kurt picked up the next part.
Oh wow. Kurt's voice was the most beautiful sound Blaine had ever heard. As they sang the sadly happy song about love lasting through the time Blaine kept getting lost in Kurt's voice, and the way they blended so beautiful together. It was intoxicating.
"Though the truth may vary this ship will carry our bodies' safe to the shore," they finished softly together.
"You're amazing," Blaine breathed out.
"Oh- uhm thank you."
'Wow."
"Ah yes your favorite statement again."
"I won't even play into your snark because you are amazing."
Kurt was silent for a couple of moments.
"Thank you," he finally said.
"None necessary. I'm truly in awe of you."
"Why do we do this?" Kurt asked suddenly.
"Wh—what do you mean?"
"Why do we both sit here for hours each day and talk to a stranger?"
"I don't consider you a stranger, not anymore."
"You don't?"
"No – I, I feel like I know you Kurt."
"….I feel like I know you too."
"Good. Besides everyone is a stranger until proven otherwise."
"This is true."
"I'm really glad I'm getting to know you."
"Me too Blaine, me too."
"Please stop."
"Stop what?"
"Stop questioning this. Stop questioning us."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay – just don't leave me. Please? Almost everyone leaves me," Blaine told him desperately.
"I won't. I swear I won't."
"Thank you. I trust you."
"I guess I'll feel better once I have a face to the voice."
"The cell phone offer still stands."
"Not on your life hot shot."
"That's your choice. It's a noble choice, but it's still yours."
"Very well then. "
"That's my line!"
"I stole it. "
"Thief!"
"It should be there soon."
"A thief?"
"Wow. You're a special one. No, my picture."
"Really?"
"I would think so."
"I look forward to it."
"As you should."
"Please don't make me hold up your ego again."
"Somebody has gotta do it."
"You should hire someone."
"I'll hire you."
"I'm much too far away."
"That's true. Hmmm."
"It sucks were so far away."
"It kinda does. But you wanna know what?"
"What's that?"
"I pretty sure you're worth it."
Kurt and Blaine were silent for a little bit, until Kurt heard a broken sob.
"Blaine? Blaine what's wrong?"
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's just that... You're the first person who isn't my brother to say that to me."
"... I'll tell you every single day."
"Really?"
"If that's what it takes for you to believe it."
"You're really worth it too Kurt. So fucking worth it."
"That means a lot."
"We mean a lot."
"We mean everything."
Both Kurt and Blaine knew that they didn't mean "we" in the actually sense. They meant it as their unit, their friendship. That meant everything. They didn't need to say it in so many words, they both just knew.
When Kurt and Blaine went to bed that night, they did so with a peaceful mind. It was good to finally know where the other stood. What they didn't know was they weren't even close to the truth.
And well there you go. I hopw you like it :)