Versace Fall 2018: Donatella Versace has traditionally been rock 'n' roll, denim, tour T-shirts, and all the after-party bondage and chain mail a girl could desire. However, permanently young as she feels, she has decided to age gracefully: more evening wear is becoming a standard of Versace, from pastel suits to cocktail dresses with swooping necklines-
Kurt was interrupted from his clichéd and un-printable mid-season thoughts about Versace's evolution by a knock on the door. He checked the clock on his computer quickly (12:17, Wednesday, September 12, 2018) before turning to the door with an icy expression. What annoying little intern was interrupting him?
"Hey," Blaine said with a bright smile. "I intended to intercept you on the train this morning, but I realized I have no idea when you come into work, and I couldn't drag myself out of bed until forty-five minutes ago because I seem to have the strangest jet lag. It's going to take me forever to be sleeping normally again, probably until after the wedding and honeymoon." Kurt got the feeling Blaine hadn't been sleeping well anyway.
"I've got time," Kurt said, shutting his laptop. He hadn't been acting terribly productive before Blaine got there, it wasn't that big a deal if he took a little break before trying to come up with an actually decent topic for an article. Maybe he could do the 25 most stylish women on TV or something. People always loved articles like that.
"Shouldn't you be on lunch hour anyway?" Blaine asked, looking up at the clock on his wall.
"That's pretty much just a formality here. You work whatever hours you need to in order to get your articles done. Theoretically we are only given enough work that it can be completed from 9 to 5, five days a week, with a lunch hour, but I've never actually seen someone accomplish it."
"I'm not entirely sure that's legal, but okay. So, I hear from my fiancé that you stole our wedding rings right out of his hand?" Blaine asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, I did. You asked me to pick them up, and I did. How was I supposed to believe that Jonathan could be responsible with them when you didn't?" he asked his ex, who sighed.
"Fair enough. I was just worried that Jon wouldn't have enough time. He never seems to." Blaine shook his head. "Sorry."
"It's fine. How was your West Coast meeting?" Kurt asked as he placed the rings on the desk between them, glad he had been carrying them around so he could give them to Blaine on the train. They were in a plain paper bag, hiding the opulence of Tiffany's boxes.
Blaine's face lit up, whether it was about the rings or his musical career, Kurt wasn't entirely sure. "Great. We signed a contract, so I'm officially opening for Florence + the Machine."
"That's amazing," Kurt said with a smile, because it was an awesome opportunity for any budding musician. "I'm so proud of you."
"Thanks," Blaine said with a shy smile.
"How goes work on the album?"
Blaine pulled a face in response. "A little bumpier on that front, but fingers crossed that will pan out. I really want to have a recent album out when my fan base is large from opening for a major act. If I release it too soon, which won't happen, then the songs will be outdated by the time I'm noticed and they'll never make it to the top 100. If I release it too late, which might happen, then everyone will have forgotten about my performance with Florence + the Machine, and no one will buy it. It's actually a pretty wide window in normal terms, but in the music industry terms, it's practically a jiffy." Blaine snapped his fingers for emphasis.
"Using the proper definition?"
"But of course," Blaine said with a smile. "How goes work on 42nd Street?" Blaine half-sang the term and did a little dance to compliment it. Kurt tried hard not to giggle.
"Excellently, of course," Kurt assured him. "I'm just trying to come up with an article to fill space, which is going spectacularly," he said with a roll of his eyes.
"What are these?" Blaine asked, snatching a stack of papers off his desk that happened to be the wedding checklist Kurt had been filling out with Elizabeth's help yesterday. "You seem as worried about my wedding as I am."
"To be fair, your rehearsal dinner is tomorrow, you're setting up for your wedding on Friday morning, your bachelor party is on Friday night, and your wedding is on Saturday."
"I swear I didn't actually tell you all of that."
"Elizabeth and I have been talking."
"Sharing maid of honor duties?" Blaine asked with a smile as he browsed through the wedding checklist. "This actually would have been very helpful to have started about a year ago."
"That's why we always Google something before doing it," Kurt teased in return. "Speaking of your rehearsal dinner-"
"You wanna come?" Blaine asked, and Kurt ignored the hopeful tone of Blaine's voice.
"Not particularly, but I wanted to make sure that you had remembered gifts for the wedding party."
Blaine scoffed. "Of course I did. Cooper would have killed me if he didn't get something out of all this madness."
"What a supportive best man."
"I know, right? I'm starting to regret not picking you. That's what you've been doing all week anyway, and you've done more in the past…" Blaine counted back, Kurt could literally see the wheels in his head turning, "six days than he's done in the last year." If that was how Blaine saw Kurt's contributions, the countertenor wasn't about to burst his bubble by pointing out that most of the things he had done were things Jonathan should have done.
"Glad to help. Also, Elizabeth suggested you create a day-of timeline for the venders, drivers, and wedding party, just to make sure everything goes smoothly."
"I have one on my desk, ready to be photocopied and handed out at the rehearsal dinner, which is pretty much a wedding dry-run."
"That's all I had to say then."
"I've never known you to be speechless," Blaine kidded, putting down the checklist. "Thank you, by the way, for all the things you've done to help."
"No problem," Kurt dismissed the praise, looking at his blank screen so he wouldn't have to meet Blaine's eyes.
"I like your office," Blaine said casually, settling into one of the chairs designated for crushing the interns' spirits with a contented sigh. "Very chic," he continued. "Not very homey, though." Blaine had a point. There were no personal artifacts in Kurt's office besides some books left over from his days at NYADA, some CDs he needed to load onto his work computer (yes, he still had CDs. He wasn't sentimental enough for vinyl, but he had grown up with compact discs!), and his copies of various fashion magazines, including some of Vogue's competitors that he was in charge of keeping a profile on.
"If you like this, you should see my apartment," Kurt said dryly under his breath, hoping that Blaine didn't really hear it. Blaine wouldn't approve of his small, minimalist apartment in Brooklyn with very few personal effects beyond decorations; no pictures would be Blaine's biggest problem.
"I bet," was all Blaine said in response, but he had obviously heard. "So, as the next three days are going to be entirely hectic, peaking in my wedding, I've decided that today should be about you." Kurt looked up, raising an eyebrow at his ex-boyfriend.
"Come again?"
"I talked to Isabella before I walked in here, and I'm happy to announce that you're off for the afternoon." Blaine was looking at him with wide puppy-dog eyes, and Kurt wasn't sure if he could say no. "Let's go do something fun. It'll de-stress me, and it'll get you out of this monotonous hellhole."
"You make my job sound so fun," was all Kurt said, but he powered down his computer.
"Am I not right?" Blaine asked with a grin.
"No comment," Kurt said dryly. "Did you have anything in mind, or was this kind of an off-the-cuff plan?"
"Off-the-cuff," Blaine admitted. "I thought I should do something nice for you, considering that you've probably been the most helpful person in my life leading up to my wedding. This was my solution. But, I say what about Breakfast at Tiffany's?" Blaine randomly burst into song. "She says, 'I think I remember the film, and as I recall, I think we both kinda liked it,' and I say, 'well, that's the one thing we've got.'"
"You did that purely because you're jealous you haven't gotten the chance to break out in song in public in five years, didn't you?"
"Absolutely," Blaine said with a childish grin.
"It's much too late in the day to be doing this," Kurt commented as they leaned against the stone front of Tiffany's, almost the exact same place Kurt had stood with Rachel so long ago.
"Well, I would call it lunch at Tiffany's, but it doesn't have quite the same ring to it."
"Or the associated movie and song references?"
"But of course," Blaine said with a grin, taking a bite of the calzone he had gotten off one of the local carts. "This is surprisingly edible."
"Can anything else be said for it?"
"Not particularly," Blaine said as he polished it off. "See, this is the kind of stuff you can't get in Brooklyn." Kurt was tempted to question Blaine's obsession with the fact that he lived in Brooklyn, but that would only lead to a long and heavy conversation, and that was no way to spend one of the last day's before Blaine's wedding.
"You're right. Most of the food in Brooklyn is actually good," Kurt teased his ex, who frowned at him as he licked grease off his fingers in a not-entirely-appropriate way.
"You're just jealous because my calzone is literally dripping grease." Kurt looked down and, yeah, there were spots of grease on the sidewalk from Blaine's calzone.
"That's absolutely disgusting."
"The more disgusting part is that I just ate what that fell off," Blaine added. They both stopped looking at the grease spots surrounding Blaine and leaned back against the building. "Is it sad I can't think of anything to talk about?"
"You're not the only one."
"We used to spend every day together, talking about anything that came to mind, but now I'm struggling to think of something to say. We spent so much time together, made so much music, had so many laughs... it's amazing that I can't think of a damn thing that we could do together for fun now."
"Me neither," Kurt admitted, and yeah, it was very sad that he and Blaine had grown this far apart, but it was probably for the best.
"What did we used to do for fun?"
"Glee, movies, music, coffee dates, dinner dates, study dates, and..." Kurt trailed off. Not because he couldn't remember anymore, but because he couldn't think of anything else they had done that was appropriate to suggest to someone getting married in three days.
"Sex," Blaine completed his sentence with a smile, looking down at the ground rather than at Kurt. "Lots of sex. You can say it. It's not exactly something I could forget." Kurt had nothing to say to that. "How come we can't have that much fun now?" Kurt raised an eyebrow at his engaged ex. "Not the sex, but the rest of it!" Blaine objected with a laugh.
"We don't know each other like that anymore," Kurt said, but Blaine snorted.
"Yeah, right. I can still read you like a damn book, Hummel, even if I don't know where you live anymore, and you're still in my head, bitching me out when I say something stupid, even though we've only spent a week together in the last five years. We still know all the important stuff."
"This conversation is getting heavy."
"Always happened, remember?"
"Vividly," Kurt said dryly, because he and Blaine had been almost incapable of having a light conversation, unless Blaine was drunk to the point of needing subtitles.
"Okay, we can't just stand in front of Tiffany's all day, because I think that policeman is eyeing us, wondering if we're casing the joint," Blaine said, pointing to a line of police on horses.
"Hate to break it to you, but the only one checking you out around here is the horse." Blaine cracked up laughing. "Where do you want to go, crazy?"
"Let's take a walk," Blaine said once he had gotten himself under control, waving to the interested horse, who flicked an ear in reply. "I think he likes me."
"Unfortunately, you might have to tell him you're engaged."
"No, it will only break his heart," Blaine declared dramatically. "Besides, we shall probably never see each other again."
"Please don't break out into-"
"My life is beautiful, my love is pure. I saw an angel, of that I'm sure. She smiled at me on the subway. She was with another man, but I won't lose no sleep on that, 'cause I got a plan," Blaine began singing in the horse's general direction.
"Congratulations, the police officer riding that horse has officially taken an interest in you." Kurt grabbed Blaine's arm and pulled him up 5th, not particularly desiring to get arrested for Blaine's drunken-seeming behavior while they were both completely sober.
"You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful, it's true. I saw your face in a crowded place, and I don't know what to do, 'cause I'll never be with you. I'll miss you, Betsy!" Blaine cried about behind him before following Kurt down the street, laughing madly and not seeming bothered that the countertenor was still dragging him.
"You're confusing the horse's gender."
"I don't care, I love Betsy no matter what."
"You're a madman with too much caffeine."
"Like I'm the only one in New York City," Blaine pointed out. "So, where are you taking me?"
"Away from any cops."
"Sounds exciting."
"Central Park is the closest place."
"Maybe we can solve Holden's problem and figure out where the duck's go."
"They stay there. Central Park wrote a whole article about it."
"Ah-ha! So you Googled it."
"Shut up."
"Are you sure you don't want to stop and shop?" Blaine asked. "Louis Vuitton... what the hell is Bergdorf Goodman?"
"Neiman Marcus, but nicer."
"Hm. I have no clue what this building is. A La Vieille Russie?" Blaine asked about the next as they turned onto Central Park South.
"Faberge, jewelry, artwork."
"How do you know all this stuff?"
"I work in the fashion industry. I've spent way too much time on 5th Avenue."
"Touché. You're walking kind of fast," he said as they entered Grand Army Plaza.
"I figured the more your little legs have to work to keep up, the less questions you'll ask."
"Too mean," Blaine said with a pout. "Besides, it's not my fault I didn't grow and you're like Jack's damn beanstalk! Amazon man!"
"All the Amazons were women."
"Whatever. And if you thought having to walk fast was going to stop me from talking, you clearly don't know me that well." Despite the fact that it was a Wednesday afternoon in the middle of September, Grand Army Plaza was still crawling with people, mostly college kids who were staring around with wide eyes.
"Carriage rides! Carriage rides!" Drivers were yelling all over. "Carriage rides around Central Park!"
"How about a carriage ride for the lovely couple?" a driver asked them loudly as they walked past.
"No, thank you, we're not-" Kurt said, trying to pull Blaine past all the madness and into the park, which was much calmer around the Pond, but Blaine interrupted him.
"Sure, how much?"
"Three hundred fifty for an hour, including flowers, chocolates, and photography! I'm Dennis."
"Blaine. Done," Blaine said, and the fact he had that much in his pocket in cash wasn't exactly surprising to Kurt. Anyone who decided to mug Blaine would assume they had won the lottery, he carried that much cash on him at all times.
"Blaine, we don't-" Kurt wasn't even sure what he was going to object to, the carriage ride or the flowers or the photography or the money Blaine just spent on him, but he didn't get the chance. The driver gestured to a black carriage with red seats, pink flowers already stuck in slots behind the headlights, and a white horse with red accents on its saddle. Blaine pushed Kurt into the carriage and sat down next to him, the driver got in and grabbed the reigns, and they were headed into the park in a carriage. "Why?" Kurt asked once they were on their way.
Blaine, instead of answering, grabbed the chocolates, disposable camera, and flowers from beside the driver, and started taking pictures of other carriages, eating chocolates as he did. "Want one?" he asked, offering the box to Kurt.
"Why?" Kurt asked again, but he did take a chocolate. He wasn't the one getting married in three days, and if Blaine wasn't worried about looking good for his wedding, neither was Kurt.
"I thought it would be fun. It's one of those clichés we promised we would do while we were still together, but we never got around to it."
"You two aren't in a relationship?" the driver asked, sounding surprised.
"Quiet, Dennis," Blaine said, but he wasn't snapping and the driver didn't seem to care. "I just thought we should get a chance to do some of those terrible tourist traps, including this particular cheesy and overly-expensive stereotype." As he was talking, Blaine plopped the dozen roses he had bought in Kurt's lap and picked one out for himself.
"Hey!" the driver objected.
"Not that we didn't get a good deal," Blaine corrected himself before there was a carriage accident.
"Yes," Kurt tried to argue with Blaine, "we agreed on that because carriage rides around Central Park while you're in a relationship are at least semi-romantic. When you're not in a relationship, they're uncomfortable and boring and a little bit smelly. What is this really about, Blaine?"
"Are you sure you're not in a relationship?"
"Be quiet, Ranjit!" Blaine said with an accent and a giggle, and Kurt could see the driver rolling his eyes in one of the tiny mirrors on the carriage. "This isn't about anything, Kurt."
"If you believe the words that come out of your own mouth, then we still know each other as well as we did in high school, and I don't believe what you just said for a second. Tell me I'm wrong."
"This is going to sound strange."
"Everything that's happened thus far today has been strange," Kurt pointed out, and Blaine laughed.
"True, but strange is fun!"
"Blaine, what's up?"
"Do you ever regret that our relationship ended before we got the chance to do all of this kind of stuff?" he asked, eating another chocolate and getting the camera swatted out of his hand for his attempts to take a picture of Kurt.
"I feel like this is a trick question."
"I don't mean our romantic relationship. Remember our pact that every time we went out on the town in NYC, we would do at least one goofy tourist thing until there was nothing left to do? I mean, we did the Empire State Building and the Statue of Liberty, but we never went to the Met, or Ellis Island, or did everything on the Condé Nast Traveler's list of 10 Things Not to Do in New York City! We were going to have so much fun together in this wonderful city we both settled in, yet we never get the chance."
"We did go to the Rainbow Room," Kurt pointed out. He didn't bring up skating in Bryant Park while duetting.
"Yes, but that was for an amazing date, and actually isn't considered that much of a stereotype because it's so expensive and not many people know about the beautiful view."
"It's at 30 Rock. Literally."
"Still, doesn't count. This is number five on that list, and while I refuse to go to Magnolia's cupcakes, or take a pedi-cab, or risk my life eating off a hot dog cart-"
"You just-"
"Wasn't a hot dog cart!" Blaine argued. "We just... need to do some of those fun things we promised each other we would do, even though we're not a couple. In a way, this will be even better, having fun and seeing the city we've both settled in, in a whole new way. As friends."
"This is another wedding freak-out thing, isn't it?"
"Pretty much."
"Blaine, look at me." Blaine obeyed. "I live in Brooklyn for a reason. I spend most of my days on 42nd street anyway, but I'm not going to a crappy comedy show or cheesy restaurant or Century 21 for the sake of your compulsive need for closure." Blaine sighed, looking away. "I know you're nervous, but Jonathan's a great guy, and by Sunday you'll be blissfully happy."
"You don't believe that," Blaine said quickly. "You think he's an ass."
"I..."
"Before you attempt to poorly deny it," Blaine interrupted Kurt's floundering, "you call him 'Jonathan,' no matter what. Never 'Jon' or 'Jonny,' you don't even refer to him as my fiancé. Just 'Jonathan.' What does that say about what you think of him?"
"It doesn't matter what I believe Blaine, he's your fiancé-"
"Too little too late," Blaine muttered under his breath, and he was rubbing his ring again.
"He is your fiancé, and you love him, and as long as you believe that he's the right person for you, you'll be happy for the rest of your life. But you're not doing a very good job of convincing me that you believe that, never mind persuading me that he actually is."
"Carriage rides in Central Park suck," was all Blaine said, and it was by far the bluntest attempt at changing the subject Kurt had ever seen, but he ignored that for Blaine's sake.
"It's not that bad, the view is nice," Kurt argued because he had a feeling they were annoying the driver. In reality, the seats weren't very comfy, the ride was bumpy, they could only go along to major roads of Central Park, the only thing he could really see were other carriages with equally-bored looking friends and couples completely absorbed in each other, and the whole area smelled like horse's excrement. "So, tell me about your album."
Blaine's face lit up. "Well, all the songs are recorded, but for a few I don't like how they were mastered, so there's still a little bit of processing to do. The real trouble is with the record company being idiots and deciding they want to release the album way after when it would create the best market for me, considering I'm officially opening for Florence + the Machine, so I'm having World War 7 with them. Yes, we've already had World Wars 3-6, and we've moved on to 7." Blaine was smiling though, one of the few people on the planet who truly loved their job. "Oh, and I have to do a cover shoot still."
"What are you doing for your cover shoot?"
"I haven't decided yet," Blaine admitted.
"Well, I work in fashion," Kurt said obviously. "I deal with photographers, models, and cover shoots all the time."
"Any suggestions?"
By the time the carriage ride ended, Blaine had officially decided that he was going to go with an abstract cover because he didn't want to be poked and prodded by costumists, makeup artists, and photographers (not that Kurt could blame him, though he had suggested that Blaine was attractive enough, in an objective way, to make a personal cover worthwhile).
"That was fun, wasn't it?" Blaine said with a little grin as he held out a hand to help Kurt out of the carriage. The driver seemed relieved to be rid of them, riding off as quickly as possible.
"You're incorrigible," Kurt said with a roll of his eyes, but he allowed Blaine to help him down.
"What now?" Blaine asked the question Kurt had been pondering as he explained to Blaine about the photography process, using the same spiel he occasionally had to give to models.
"Well, there are about a hundred stereotypical New York things we could do to mitigate your wedding jitters, or I could go back to work and you can do whatever you do all day."
"Vetoed," Blaine decided. "Besides, I cleared today so we could hang out. Why don't we go back to your place?"
"Buy a guy a drink first," Kurt said automatically, then his brain started working on overdrive. That wasn't appropriate to say to an ex who was engaged, Blaine was going to freak out and not want to spend time with him and tell Jonathan and-
Before Kurt's brain could explode from nerves, Blaine started laughing. "Very funny," he said with a roll of his eyes. "I just wanted to see what you find oh-so-appealing about living in Brooklyn."
"Why are you obsessed with the fact that I live in Brooklyn?" Kurt finally asked, knowing they were headed down a heavy road no matter what. He could predict Blaine's reaction to his large but cold and impersonal apartment, and it wouldn't be positive. "I like my life, I like my job, and I like my apartment, and you can't waltz back into my life after five years and ruin all of that in six days."
"I'm a terrible waltzer," Blaine replied casually, not the least bit concerned that Kurt was snapping at him. Most annoyingly, he was actually a pretty good waltzer. "And what exactly have I done to make you hate your life? I think your job is cool, and I've never even seen your apartment. You're the one who insulted it before I got the chance."
"I hate it when you're logical."
"Are you happy?" Blaine asked him very seriously after a moment's pause, stopping their trek back down Fifth Avenue to the subway. "And don't spew all of that shit about how you're happy about your life and job and apartment. That makes you Jack Donaghy in Season 7 of 30 Rock, trying to break down happiness into basic components of fulfillment. You know we can't do that. So, be honest with me. Are you happy?"
Kurt stared at the ground for a long second. Having Blaine back in life was amazing, but Blaine knew him too well, and thus he knew the answer to that question, probably better than Kurt did. Kurt spent way too much time at work and thinking about work, he didn't really have a life. Kurt loved the idea of the fashion industry, but hated his position in it. And his apartment was beautiful and minimalistic and ideally located, but it wasn't the little apartment in Manhattan he had dreamed of for the first eighteen years of his life. "I think you know the answer to that."
"I think you do, too," was Blaine's very courteous reply.
"Are you happy?" Kurt asked him, turning the tables as quickly as he could, before he got a life lesson from his ex-boyfriend, who was in a committed and loving relationship that was about to culminate in marriage, had his dream job, spent time with friends and family and nights out on the town, and had a brownstone on the Upper East Side with someone he loved. Blaine had everything, but Kurt still thought he knew the answer.
"I'm getting married on Saturday," Blaine said, as if he were indignant.
"That's not an answer."
"I know," Blaine said with a sigh. "And yeah, I think I am. I mean, I'm stressed and overwhelmed and a little bit terrified, but I think by Sunday, I will be honestly and genuinely happy."
"I'm glad." They stood in silence for a few minutes before Blaine started laughing. "And you've officially lost it."
"This sucks," Blaine said, still laughing.
"Pardon?"
"We can't get through an afternoon without having a serious conversation, and we're supposed to be doing something fun and de-stressing. This is not part of my definition of fun," he said, starting up their walk again and bumping Kurt's shoulder with his like he used to. "I really miss having you around. I think you're the only person who gets every strange and outdated reference I make and can either shoot it back or crack up laughing. Not even Jon can do that. For our first anniversary, I'm making his present to me that he has to watch and memorize the entire Scrubs series, even the terrible ninth season."
"You've definitely had too much coffee," Kurt said decisively. "Seriously, how much have you slept during the last week?" Exactly how much was Blaine dependent on coffee at this point? Kurt knew wedding jitters and doubts were normal, but Blaine was near-self-destructive over what was supposed to be the happiest day of his life. Was Blaine really happy?
"Who cares?" Blaine asked with a slightly-hysterical laugh. "We're not supposed to be talking about stressful things, remember?"
"I agree," Kurt said slowly, starting to realize exactly what kind of shape Blaine was in. "We can go see my apartment and hang out, okay?"
"Sure," Blaine said with a grin, and continued walking with a skip in his step. He was either over-caffeinated or over-tired, and either way, it wasn't healthy.
Thankfully, the M had a stop a little way down Fifth Avenue, and they didn't have to walk very south of Central Park before they got on the subway. "Did you read our inscriptions?" Blaine asked, and Kurt was reminded that the tenor still had the rings from his impromptu lunch visit.
"Yes," Kurt admitted.
"I'm not supposed to read Jon's, but I really want to," Blaine admitted, pulling out one of the little boxes to stare at it. "He's such a goofball and a sweetheart, I can't imagine what he might have written."
Kurt didn't say anything. He knew exactly what Jonathan had written, and he didn't consider it goofy or sweet, unless it was some sort of inside joke Kurt didn't understand. And Blaine's fiancé couldn't blame the possessiveness on Kurt, because they had probably done the inscriptions long before Kurt and Blaine had reconnected. "I won't tell," he decided on once he realized Blaine was waiting for an answer.
Blaine stared at the box for a few seconds. "No," he said finally. "I'd feel guilty the length of our entire marriage," he added with a laugh. "My whole life," Blaine said more quietly. He didn't sound certain.
"Are you okay?" Kurt asked in the same soft tone. It was ridiculous to be having such a quiet conversation on a loud subway full of people that don't give a crap about what they were saying, but he didn't want to break the moment. Maybe Blaine would finally be honest with him.
"I think I'm starting to speak conductor," Blaine said at a normal volume as the conductor announced the 34th Street stop. There went that hope.
A/N: Oh, look at me being a terrible updater. I'm sorry, this is two days late. However, I received some exciting career news on Friday and my mind has been preoccupied ever since. I sincerely apologize, and *swear* that next Friday, I will really update on time. And next chapter is my favorite chapter :)
Songs used:
'Breakfast at Tiffany's' by Deep Blue Something
'You're Beautiful' by James Blunt
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