Title: Trying Times and Telephone Lines
Chapter: 10/?
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: I'm updating again, in one day! It's because I love you. This is the moment I personally have been waiting for! There's a lot of feels here, a lot of Cooper fan girling, and also silly singing.
The two songs referenced in this chapter;
To Dance Again
Some Nights
Yes, there first one is a Darren Criss song. I love him, a really lot.
Rating: M
It was warm. It wasn't overbearingly warm, rather that kind of warm that made you want to just snuggle up and be happy about the world.
Blaine was standing there, looking at Kurt. He was breathtaking. Kurt looked like an angle and he made Blaine want to write songs and make beautiful music.
"Kurt,"he whispered reaching out for the beautiful boy.
Kurt smiled a radiant smile and opened his mouth to reply...
"You gotta wake up loser," Cooper's voice snapped him awake with very little dignity.
"You kept mumbling his name in your sleep," Cooper teased, poking Blaine in the side.
Blaine merely groaned and attempted to roll over and go back to sleep.
"No way Mouser! You can't go back to sleep. We're gonna be there in just a few minutes!" Cooper explained.
Well that woke Blaine right up.
This was it. This was the moment he had been waiting for for the past two months. He'd stayed up late at night and imagined it so many different ways, and now it was finally happening.
It was finally happening.
Oh god, he was going to hyperventilate.
"Whoa Mouser, take a breather!" Cooper yelped, smacking him on the back.
Taking a few calming deep breaths, Blaine started a mantra of "you can do this" in his head. Because he could do this. This was Kurt. The boy he talked to for hours every day. The boy who laughed at his stupid jokes and then made some of his own. The most beautiful boy he'd ever even seen. He could so do this.
"I can so do this."
" Good to know you believe in yourself Mouser."
Oops, he said that out loud.
The little orange seatbelt signs dinged on above them signaling that the plane was about to descend. Blaine was trying his absolute hardest no to freak out.
Okay he was totally freaking out. He was trying his hardest not to pass out.
Blaine nearly yelped when he felt the plane finally hit the runway. He was so close to Kurt, he could almost taste him.
Oh god.
That seemingly harmless mental statement sent a whole new group of images swirling through Blaine's head. Images he really shouldn't be having about someone he was about to meet for the very first time.
Blaine tried to push away any lingering thoughts of skins, tongues, teeth, or a high breathy voice chanting "there there there". It would be so rude to be sporting that kind of greeting the first time he met Kurt.
Cooper seemed to notice his uncomfortable shifting and broke out laughing.
Elbowing Cooper in the stomach, Blaine stood up and braced himself for the most important moment of his life, so far.
Every step Blaine took from his seat into the airport seemed to echo in his mind. He half expected Cooper to burst out into inspirational "Duun dun dun dun da"s.
When he finally made it out of that creepy makeshift tunnel into the receiving room, Blaine stopped dead in his tracks.
Right there, right in front of him, waiting with a bright smile, was Kurt.
Gorgeous. That was the only word that Blaine could even contemplate using to describe Kurt, and even that wasn't the perfect fit. His picture had done him no justice what so ever. He was here, in the flesh, and he was radiant.
Blaine felt like he was the star of some wonderfully cheesy romantic comedy as he stood there, openly gaping at Kurt. He felt as if he should grab him and spew of some cliché blurb about fate not being able to keep them apart. He felt maybe he should at least say something, possibly even hug Kurt.
Oh, well, it looked like his brother was going to beat him to it.
"KURTICUS!" Cooper bellowed, dropping his carryon bag. If his little brother wasn't going to give Kurt a proper greeting the Cooper would just have to do it himself.
"Yes hello Cooper,"Kurt began in his tinkling voice, but was cut off by Cooper scooping him up into his strong arms and twirling him around.
"Oh Cooper!" Kurt giggle yelled "Put me down!"
"TO DANCE AGAIN! I'VE BEEN WAITING ALL THESE YEARS TO DANCE AGAIN!" Cooper sang loudly for the entire airport to hear, swinging Kurt around like he was a rag doll.
"Hey Alley Cat! I'd like to say hello too!"Blaine giggled, smacking his older brother, but to honest he really didn't like the breathy way Kurt said his brother's name.
"Well are you going to say hello, or are you going to continue to gape at him like a fish out of water?" Cooper asked sassily, setting Kurt down gently.
"Probably a little bit of both Coop. Probably a little bit of both," Blaine answered, not even making eye contact with his brother. He was too busy staring at Kurt's stormy blue eyes. They were the color of the sea after a raging storm. A beautiful color that no camera could ever capture.
"Hello Blaine,"Kurt said, ducking his head and looking up at Blaine through his eyelashes.
"Kurt,"Blaine let out in a broken whisper. Just like in his dream, Blaine reached for Kurt, pulling him in close and wrapping his arms around him.
Sighing contentedly, Kurt hugged him back, burying his face into Blaine's strong shoulder.
Oh god Kurt was in trouble. That kind of trouble he never ever thought he'd actually allow himself to get in.
Blaine was fucking gorgeous. He's was the picture of perfection, with his tussled curls and his big dreamy eyes.
Kurt would not allow himself to think of Blaine like this. He did not care if Blaine smelled like coffee, he did not care if Blaine's arms made him feel safe a whole. Blaine was off limits. No matter how close Kurt felt to him, someone like Blaine, someone as beautiful as Blaine, would never want him back.
"If you two are doing cuddling, we should probably go get our bags," Cooper said smirking as the two younger boys separated blushing like idiots.
They were idiots. Cooper could tell that they were both falling hard and fast. He could also tell they were fighting it. They didn't think it was acceptable to fall in love with someone that they met the way they met each other. Cooper thought that was ridiculously silly. Those two boys had fallen in love with each other without even knowing what the other looked like. Because though he knew they'd never admit it, Cooper at least knew Blaine loved Kurt from the first time he heard his voice. They literally fell for each other's personalities. A lot of people might think that that was weird, but frankly, Cooper thought it was beautiful. If the world had more people falling in love with each other solely based on who they were, rather than what they looked like, well maybe the world would be a better place.
Cooper has a lot of feels. Cooper had also been ignoring his brother's anti tumblr campaign.
Grabbing both Kurt and Blaine by the hand, Cooper began to skip along towards the baggage claim singing at the top of his lungs.
"SOME NIGHTS I STAY UP CHASING IN MY BAD LUCK! SOME NIGHTS I CALL IT A DRAW!"
"Is he always like this?"Kurt whisper giggled in Blaine's ear.
Fighting down the shiver that threatened to course through him, Blaine smiled and nodded.
"People are staring! What do we do?"
"Trough years of experience I've learned that you cannot beat Cooper, and it is much better to just join him,"Blaine smirked at Kurt, raising an eyebrow as if to challenge him.
Kurt merely shrugged and nodded, accepting the challenge.
"BUT I STILL WAKE UP, I STILL SEE YOUR GHOST, OH LORD I STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT I STAND FOR!"The three grown men screamed, laughing hysterically.
It had been a long time since Kurt had done something so stupid, so silly, so fun.
He could totally get used to this.
You know what to do!