This one is a bit longer than the first chapter. This will probably be my target length for each chapter unless I have a lot to write about! Please review the story, I love feedback. Hope you enjoy, and I'll try to get the next one up sooner!
Blaine was bored already. Jake was annoying, needy and wanted something from Blaine that he wasn't sure he could even provide.
"So, Blaine. What's your favourite food?"
Seriously? Blaine thought. He answered anyways.
"Cheesecake." Jake proceeded to make an immature joke about cheese, but Blaine took no notice. The same man, Kurt, from the other night appeared on stage.
"Hi, everyone. I'm Kurt Hummel, as you know." Blaine couldn't help but smile at the man's cute high pitched voice. "Now I know some of you may be getting tired of me, but if that's the case you can get right up out of your seat and walk out the door because I am not going anywhere!"
Some of the audience members stood up and clapped, a few even whistled. Jake was still going on about cheesecake, but Blaine was completely focused on Kurt's voice.
"I've been performing here for quite the time and I'm trying to make it big in this city, so if you know any casting directors give them my name!" Kurt winked at the crowd, before signalling to the band that he was ready to start.
The first bits of the song began to play. The audience halted their conversations and claps and gave their full attention to the stage.
It wouldn't take me long,
To tell you how to find it,
To tell you where we'll meet...
Blaine knew this song. He played it nonstop when Mike and him broke up. It had been raining the night Mike showed up on his doorstep and broke Blaine's teenage heart. Eight months Blaine gave his love and time to who he thought was the love of his life. They were supposed to come to New York together.
...I sit here in the thunder,
The green on grey,
I feel it all around me,
And it's not easy for me,
to give away a secret,
it's not safe...
Tears swelled in Blaine's eyes as the song continued. Jake looked concerned, but didn't say anything.
...Go into the garden,
Go under the ivy,
Go under the leaves with me,
Go right to the rose,
Go right to the white rose,
I'll be waiting for you...
Looking back now, the song didn't seem like a break up song at all. Blaine had sung the song to Mike in hopes that the two would get back together. He even did as the song said and asked Mike to meet him at "their" spot. Under a willow tree in a secluded forest where they would go to be together. They would spend hours lying under the leaves of the tree, planning their future with one another.
...It wouldn't take me long,
To tell you how to find it.
Blaine hadn't noticed that he was crying. Jake had left without a word. Probably shocked by Blaine's reaction to the song. He wiped a tear from his cheek and pulled out his phone. He thought about texting Jake, to let him know what was going on and to apologize. He decided against it and dialled Kate's number.
"Hello?" Rang the familiar voice of Blaine's best friend.
"Hi, Kate. I really need to talk to you. Girl's night?" Kate could hear the hurt in Blaine's voice, and she knew exactly what—or who, this was about.
"I'll be over in fifteen!" She exclaimed with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.
Blaine bolted out the door and put his earphones in.
Kate Bush – Under The Ivy
Blaine didn't care how much listening to this song hurt. He needed to hear it. Over and over and over again. Though her voice was beautiful, Blaine couldn't get Kurt's voice out of his head.
It took Blaine twenty minutes to walk home, much longer than usual. He must have listened to the song at least ten times. When Blaine arrived Kate was waiting for him in his apartment with a bottle of his favourite Pignot Grigio and two glasses.
"Tell mama your problems." Kate joked.
Blaine giggled and took a sip of the subtle white wine Kate had handed him only a few seconds earlier. Kate looked up at Blaine, expecting him to elaborate on the call she had received from him a mere 30 minutes ago. Blaine swallowed another sip of Pignot Grigio before diving into his story.
"I went to the Shed tonight, to see that guy perform. Well actually I was on a date but I think that went downhill fast and all I wanted was to hear Kurt's voice again because it's so nice and it's nothing like I've ever heard before and then he performed that song that I sung to Mike when we broke up the one about the ivy and Kate I couldn't handle it I broke down in the middle of the performance and I think Jake got up and left and I couldn't stop crying Kate—"
"Slow down, Blaine." Kate placed a hand on his back and pulled him closer.
"I just miss him, Kate. I miss him so much. I know it's been a few years now, but I can't get over him." Blaine was crying now, even harder than in the coffee shop. Kate began to tear up as well, trying to console him as best she could. She knew Blaine had been affected by his break up with Mike, but that was in high school. Surely he'd been over the boy by now, or at least found someone new.
"Blaine...I have to tell you something." Kate knew that this was the right moment. To get it over with.
"What is it?" Blaine said frantically, still emitting tears at a rapid pace.
Kate let out a sigh. "Mike...He...Well, he moved to New York. He called me and told me a few weeks ago, I just thought you should know that he's here now."
"A few weeks? You've known for a few weeks?" Blaine's tone changed immediately, from sadness to anger. For the record, he abruptly stopped crying.
"I couldn't tell you Blaine! You would have died. I-I just didn't see a time to bring it up." Kate raised her voice; she could play this game just as well as Blaine.
"So you weren't going to tell me? Tell me that the one person I've ever loved, and ever broke my heart is now living GOD KNOWS how many blocks away from me!" Blaine was yelling now, sure that at least the entire floor could hear him, if not the entire apartment building. "Any other bombshells you'd like to drop on me?"
Well...He sort of kind of has a new boyfriend." Kate couldn't look Blaine in the eyes when she said this. She didn't want to have to see the pain in his eyes as she muttered the news.
"You know what Kate...Get out."
Blaine ushered her to the door, as Kate's face starred at him in shock. They'd never been in a fight like this before. Especially over a boy who neither of them had seen since high school.
Kate turned to look at Blaine like she had something else to say, but Blaine slammed the door in her face before she had the chance to.
Blaine finished the entire bottle of Pignot Grigio that night.
He had an audition. He had an audition. He had an audition. Kurt couldn't stop repeating the phrase. Since he'd been in New York he had only gone to two auditions. He never received a call-back from either, which is why he hadn't gone to more.
He felt different about this one, more confident. He'd even done a number or two from the show in his high school years. And so what if the part was traditionally played by a woman? Kurt Hummel would not settle for less, he would be playing Rose Hovick in the 2015 revival of "Gypsy: A Musical Fable."
Besides, the casting agent didn't seem to think it was odd when he told her he would be auditioning for the part of Rose. She seemed...Excited in fact. The woman, who later revealed herself as Julia, had said that the director was looking to change the show up a bit.
"Three thirty on Thursday, is that good for you?" The bubbly voice asked over the phone.
"Sounds great! I'll be there!" Kurt miserably failed at trying to hide his excitement.
"We'll see you then Mr. Hummel." He could almost hear Julia smile on the other line.
Kurt had only two more days to prepare for what could be the biggest audition of his life. He'd decided on "Rose's Turn" the obvious choice for anyone auditioning for the role of Rose. He had performed it in high school, so he knew his audition would be flawless. Still, Kurt spent all day singing the song in his apartment, in at least seven different ways. He needed it to be perfect if he was going to be on Broadway.
Of course, the moment he booked the audition he called Rachel. She squealed the minute he uttered the word "Audition."
"That's great Kurt! Oh my gosh, which show? Who's directing? What song are you auditioning with? Is it a new musical? A revival? COME ON KURT SPILL IT."
Kurt just laughed. "Gypsy. I'm auditioning for Rose. Of course I'll be singing Rose's Turn."
"Oh. Are you...Are you sure it's a good idea for you to be auditioning for a female role? I mean, not to be rude but do you think they'll even consider you?" Kurt could tell Rachel was nervous about what he would say next.
I think that, it's 2015. Men can play women, woman can play men. Do you remember when they changed the role of Bobby in Company to a woman role? The show was just as good, if not better. True, they may be skeptical, but it's worth a shot!" Rachel picked up on Kurt's anger that was hidden behind his words.
"Well, break a leg! We'll go for coffee sometime soon, right?"
"Of course Rachel. Can't wait...And thank you." Kurt hung up the phone and continued to sing his heart out.
He was going to play Rose, if it was the last thing he ever did.
Blaine woke up around noon the next morning. Still affected by the bottle of white wine he consumed the night before. He was lying in his bed, though he had no idea how he got there.
He stumbled to his feet and made his way to the kitchen. Blaine poured himself a glass of water, hoping that it would relieve him of the still apparent intoxication.
Although, the water helped, Blaine jumped into the shower, praying the hot water would wake up his body. After fifteen minutes of staring blankly at the blue tiles in front of him Blaine emerged from the shower.
Wrapping a towel around his waist he returned to his bedroom and quickly clothed himself, throwing on some Diesel jeans and a tight fitting purple American Apparel sweatshirt. He thought about the previous night, how he'd yelled at his best friend and even kicked her out of his apartment. It still amazed him how he could be so hung up on a boy who broke is heart in fucking high school. Ridiculous.
Blaine saw the faint light of his phone on his nightstand, notifying him that he'd received a text.
47 new texts to be exact. Every single one from Kate, they ranged from apologies, to rants about how Mike treated Blaine like shit the entire time they were together, to anger towards Blaine for getting angry at Kate, and ending in a final four page long apology.
He hardly got through a quarter of the texts before he burst into tears. How could he be so stupid as to let a boy get in between him and his best friend? After that though, Blaine realized how cliché his life sounded. He wiped the tears still streaming down his face, trying not to rub them too hard as to make his eyes puffy and red.
Blaine picked up his brown leather messenger bag and headed out the door. The boy wasn't quite sure where he was going, he just knew he needed to be out of his apartment. Blaine strode into a small cafe, purchasing only a blueberry muffin before departing.
He devoured the muffin top, as all true muffin eaters do, and slowly dibbled on the bottom half. (The obvious lesser part of any muffin.) Blaine thought about where he could go next, not wanting to return home. He hadn't noticed how far he'd traveled in such a short amount of time, realizing he was only a few blocks away from the Shed.
Blaine quickened his pace, hoping that he might just catch the man from the other night, Kurt was his name, in the shop. Blaine practically ran inside when he reached the wooden door which was painted the most beautiful shade of green Blaine had ever seen. To his dismay Kurt was nowhere to be found. He was disappointed, more disappointed than he probably should have been since he'd never actually talked to Kurt.
He did spot Bill though, standing behind the counter and chatting up a customer. He waited for the customer to take a seat at a nearby booth before approaching the counter himself.
"Hi there, I'll take a medium drip." Blaine paused. "Also, I was just wondering...The performer from the other night, will he be performing again anytime soon?"
"You mean Kurt? Of course, he'll be here all week."
Blaine thanked the man with a nod and a smile, for both the coffee and his answer to Blaine's burning question. He felt stupid for asking when he looked up and saw the sign advertising the performances for the night, with only Kurt Hummel's name listed next to what Blaine assumed was the time of the event.
Blaine took note of the time and vowed to himself that he would return to see the man perform again.