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Glee? Not mine
Chapter 10
Kurt tried to be more discreet about his yawing, so he hid behind the papers he was reading. He was exhausted and it was only -
"Ten o'clock" Blaine interrupted his thoughts.
"What?" Kurt asked, surprised.
"It's ten o'clock"
"How did you know I-"
"It's the third time you yawn and you were lifting your left arm"
"Wow"
"A good journalist always pays attention to the body language of a person."
"Yes… A possible lecture is that I want to know what time it is; another, is that I'm awfully tired after fourteen hours of uninterrupted work and I'm dying for sleep"
Blaine bowed his head and smiled of that charming smile that made him look like a prince
"Come on, Sam" He said, without looking at him "You are a young man yet, what can I say?", his lips curved a little bit
"You're only a few years older than me"
"Actually, I turn 31 today and I feel very old"
"Your birthday is today?" Asked the youngest man, surprised
"Yes"
"That's weird… No one said anything about it! I didn't know..!"
"The last time I had a birthday party, there were 10 candles on my cake and after that, too many bad things happened due to the fact that I was too worried about my birthday."
"It's a shame… If I'd had known, I would've gotten you a gift"
Blaine looked at him pleased and settled on the chair
"Interesting, everybody complains when they have to give me something, they say I'm like a nightmare. What I really want I've already bought it and I'm not easy to please, so… What would you give me?"
"I don't think you're that complicated. It's true, your likes are accurate and you do have a lot but I'm like…poor - I could only buy you a book" Kurt looked at him funny "I'm sure you'd like 'Tales of the unexpected' by Roald Dahl but I'm sure you read it in school, so I'd say 'Forgeries' by Marco Denevi"
"Marco Denevi?"
"It's an writer from Argentina. They made a movie with one of his books 'Secret Ceremony' - do you remember it?"
"Elizabeth Taylor and Mia Farrow?"
"Yep"
"Ok… And why'd I like this book?"
"I know you enjoy reading because of your library. It's true every book looks like new in the outside but when you open them it's pretty obvious they have been read and I realized you like Latin-American's literature, you have the best titles! But it looks like you don't have enough time lately because the last Vargas Llosa's book is still in your desk with annotations until the half of the book. That's why 'Forgeries' is the book for you. It's short, fun and divided in short stories. And it's possible to get it for a really good price. I'd look good in front of you and you could read it in dead times like this one, where the only thing we can do is wait for a damn fax"
His boss looked at him fascinated, therefore he took some time to answer
"I'm guilty of everything you said. 'Tales of unexpected' is one of my favorites. I didn't read it in school because they make us read Shakespeare. And yes, I enjoy Latin American's literature; it's fun and irrelevant… Yep I'd absolutely have enjoyed your gift so I'm giving you the chance to buy it for me whenever you want… and to be quite honest, you surprised me… but confess, is that the thing you give to every man?"
"No of course not! Buying something for you isn't like buying something for… Puckerman, for example."
"What'd you give him?"
"Well… Puckerman is a real character so I think your technique would be really useful with him… Giving him a fragrance would touch him but my nose is busy in other things and I can't spend much money so it'd be impossible. Being honest, I don't think there's many things he actually likes and I can pay…"
"And if money wouldn't be a problem?"
"I'd give him a weekend in a spa in any part of the world, so he can rest without being bothered by his fans" Kurt stopped and, while smiling in an evil way, added "Of course, I'd pay someone to recognize him in the airport. Puck's ego is weak and we want him to rest, not traumatize"
Blaine burst out laughing
"And what about Finn?"
"Finn's life is journalism"
"Mine too"
"That's a fact, but you like literature, cinema, music, sociology… A million of things! But on the other hand, Finn…"
"He likes cinema too"
"Yes, I bet you he likes 'Rambo', 'Star Wars', 'Terminator' and I'm sure he couldn't understand completely 'Matrix' so if I have to give him a movie it'd be 'The Godfather' but I'm sure he already has every version of it so I'd choose the old trick of sports like football, box, racing… the only problem is that I don't know the first thing about sports and the last source would be a book too but it has to be about something new like the newest journalism…"
"And what about Santana?"
"I don't know…I don't know her well but I can't imagine what you give her every birthday because I don't think you can repeat so many years the perfume trick"
"I have to confess that the first year it was a perfume but later our relationship was even more impersonal, she's only a check"
"That's the worst idea ever! It has to hurt like a slap on the face"
"I told you, I'm not good with gifts"
There was some silence and Kurt yawned again.
"You're sure the fax machine is working, right?"
"It's going to arrive at some point, Kurt… Relax"
Kurt took some papers but yawned again and he felt like Blaine's gaze all the way through his body.
"Make up sex?" Asked Blaine, still staring at his body.
"What?"
"Come on, Sam… You're too tired and you've been checking your cellphone a lot. It's pretty clear you stayed up late with Clark Kent, and I thought it was logic to think your tiredness was caused by some good make up sex – which, by the way, is the best part of fighting"
A rage grew inside Kurt. It was always the same with Blaine, like a rollercoaster, fascinating and charming, but caused nausea. "Listen to me Anderson…" He started, but he stopped himself. It wasn't a conversation he wanted to have - too dangerous - so he only added "Are you sure the fax's working?"
"You know what? You're one of the most intelligent people I've ever met but at the same time you're really dumb. I'd say one of the dumbest men I've ever met and, believe me, that is clearly saying something."
"Why is it that every time you flatter me, I want to kill you?"
"Besides, with your ass and brain, you'd be the king of the world."
"Where's the connection between one thing and the other?"
"With your body, you could be rich and you know, for a man to be considered king, he has to be gorgeous and believe me you are - that's why you can give yourself the luxury of being that proud of your looks"
Kurt felt a shiver down his spine. Adrenaline was starting to work inside of him. He was at the top and the view was amazing, but warning signals appeared bringing him down to earth.
"That's a stupid comment"
"It's a simple view of life. For a man with your body and brain it is easier and you know it"
"It isn't easy for me"
"That's my point, it isn't easy because you're dumb"
"You confuse being dumb with having dignity"
"Dignity? I don't know what kind of paradise you came from, but in order to have a little dignity in this world, you need a lot of money and to have it, you have to learn to invert"
"I know how to invert. The problem is we invert in different banks"
"What's yours?"
"One that stays in the paradise I came from. Do you want me to call Santana and ask her if she already sent the fax?"
From the other side of the desk, Blaine looked at him brazenly but with a look of man rutting
"What do I have to do to make you undress yourself, Kurt?"
Hides behind the computer. Until the next chapter, bye!