Watc 17
It shouldn't be happening. It shouldn't be possible. It shouldn't have taken such a small amount of time between graduating college and auditioning like crazy before he actually got a role that he wants—a role that he deserves.
But it is and it has.
Kurt can proudly say that his debut role on Broadway is that of the lead of Rusty in the revival of Andrew Lloyd Webber's Starlight Express, to open early next year.
It is obviously a very physically demanding role with a lot of room for injury. Endless amounts of training is essential for Kurt to become wholly comfortable on roller-skates while singing and dancing and of course acting— which is why week long rehearsals are starting at least 4-5 months prior to opening night.
It's a lot to digest and it took him a while to believe that he actually did it all on his own. Kurt had asked Blaine a number of times if he had anything to do with it, to which Blaine would hold up his hands expressing his innocence and give Kurt a wounded puppy look.
Eventually, Kurt gives up and believes him and trusts that Blaine has only ever supported him in the way that Kurt has asked him to.
His dad and Carole cry with tears of happiness down the phone when he tells them. Finn sends him text messages with a lot of shouty-capitals, and Isabelle insists on throwing him a huge bash to celebrate (including a leaving party.) Kurt's time at Vogue is no longer needed, for now. He knows that Isabelle will always have him back in a heartbeat should he decide to return to fashion.
Blaine is of course ecstatic and over the moon for him. He treats Kurt like a prince and is so very dramatic and over the top, and once he's calmed down and stopped showering Kurt with celebratory flowers and gifts of all sorts, he then starts up with the inevitable teasing.
"I'd be an awesome Greaseball. I wonder who they cast for that part? Cause I'd be better. Hey, I wonder if they'd re-write it a little and give the old Diesel train a happy ending…you know, a happy ending with the steam locomotive." He says with a wink and a horrendously suggestive eyebrow wriggle.
They're still not known as a couple yet, not to anybody but Tai, Isabelle and Blaine's entourage of friends and staff. Which means that they're still keeping behind closed doors, but now with Kurt's slow but sure rise to stardom it can only get better and easier, right? They won't have to hide for much longer once Kurt gets to where he wants to be in his career.
"I'll have to wear a trench coat and a hat in disguise, so that I can sit in the front row on your opening night" Blaine says seriously, scowling when Kurt laughs at him.
"Is that necessary?" Kurt teases from the table where he's highlighting some lines in his script book.
"Yes. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else and I don't want to draw any attention away from you. This is your show and it will be your night. Many nights." Blaine's voice is soft but heavy with conviction.
Kurt scrunches up his nose adorably and drops himself into Blaine's lap where he's sitting in an armchair in Kurt's living area. "That's awfully sweet of you. We'll work something out." He assures him.
Blaine kisses his nose, his brow, his cheeks, his lips… and that conversation is shelved for another day.
On top of everything, Kurt is just so immensely proud of himself, and proud that this spectacular, inspiring role is actually his.
The director of the show had told him how much Kurt impressed the whole panel at his audition. How his singing style was lovely and different and how he loved Kurt's portrayal of a very sensitive Rusty who just wanted a chance—a chance to show everybody what he can do and a chance at finding real love and seeing it through.
A chance to show that anything is possible if you just put your mind to it.
It all seems very wonderfully fitting to Kurt.
It's the very early hours of a cool, November Sunday morning and Kurt has managed to sneak back to Blaine's condo, unseen after a long, gruelling day and night of skate practice.
The professionals are in teaching the amateur skaters simple jumps and bunny hops, how to stop and reverse and general cool-looking stunts of all kinds. Kurt's head spins with all there is to learn and be aware of—he's just glad that they actually hire real pro-skaters to do the high flips off of the ramps and stunt doubles to take part in the races.
His wrist is already strapped up and he has extra padding on his left knee, but he still lovesit and can't imagine doing anything else right now—even though his insurance premium is currently sky high.
The doorman of Blaine's building knows who Kurt is now— he'd signed a confidentially contract years ago when he first got his job and he and Blaine had grown to be fond friends, so there's no worries there. Kurt also knows all of the pass-codes to get up to Blaine's floor and can let himself in easily and quietly.
Blaine is half asleep when Kurt creeps into his bedroom and crawls into bed beside him— stripping out of his clothes as he climbs in and settles against Blaine's side.
Blaine is naked and warm and groans deliciously when Kurt spoons up behind him with his own now-bare body. He knows how much Blaine loves it when he pushes his cool fingers and toes into Blaine's sleep-warm skin.
"Choo-choo" Blaine whispers with an added laugh into his pillow. It's something that he's started doing for some odd, unknown reason whenever Kurt's been to a 'how to act like a train' rehearsal. He thinks it's hilarious. Kurt doesn't.
Kurt mutters something unintelligible under his breath and slaps Blaine's bare ass half-heartedly under the covers. Blaine flinches, squeaks and laughs all at the same time and turns over so that his face is pressed to Kurt's chest with one arm thrown over Kurt's hip.
Kurt has one arm up on the pillow beside his head and lifts his other arm to let Blaine snuggle into him close and tight. His body is tired and aching all over but in a delicious, satisfied kind of way.
He loves this—being able to come home to Blaine in the dead of night, after a long day of working and doing something that he loves, to then return to a dark, silent room, to be able to join his lover in bed with barely any conversation because it's just that comfortable and easy to go from one love to another.
He's on the brink of sleep and Blaine is starting to make those cute little snuffling sounds he makes when he's nearly asleep, but Kurt can't help but open his mouth and whisper into the darkness "I'm so happy, right now," against Blaine's mussed up hair.
Blaine grins sleepily and Kurt can feel the shape of his mouth against his chest. He sighs happily when Blaine inhales a small breath and in a hushed tone sings "you were only waiting for this moment to arise." Kurt shivers all over, his smile stretching to his sleepy eyes. It's true.
He loves it when Blaine sings to him. Blaine always sings to him. Whether it's in a show—live or pre-recorded—or even in the shower or when he's shaving in front of the bathroom mirror. But, whenever he sings- whatever he sings, it's always for Kurt. Blaine has told Kurt as much, whenever he gets the chance.
"I've been thinking" Kurt muses. His arm clings tighter around Blaine's back and side.
"Mmm?" Blaine answers in more of a rumble than anything verbal.
There's a lengthy pause before Kurt speaks again. He breathes in deep and exhales long and slow—he's been taking yoga classes recently to focus on good energy and rid himself of any unwanted worry and stress. It's paying off.
"What we have between us" Kurt begins, his voice deep and quiet and slightly trembling. "It started off as just a chance right? An accident, kind of?"
Blaine's body stiffens a little, not knowing where Kurt is going with this. It's an incredibly odd hour of the day to bring up such a subject. But Blaine hums his understanding and lets him continue, he blinks his eyes opens and Kurt giggles at the feel of Blaine's eyelashes brushing against his chest.
"And then- well then the chance turned into a possibility. A prospect, something that could defy the odds and expectation. It turned into something more." Kurt's voice is so achingly soft. Blaine loves when he gets like this.
Blaine props his chin up on Kurt's chest and looks at him as best as he can. The blackout blinds over the bedroom window offer no source of streetlight, but Blaine can still make out the outline of Kurt's strong jaw, the shape of his nose and the flutter of his blinking eyelashes.
"Have you been Googling the meaning of words during your breaks today?" He asks Kurt, his tone pitched with amusement and a little bit of worry. He's still not sure where Kurt is going with this random but lovely spiel of his.
Kurt looks down at Blaine, grins and rolls his eyes. It's not a yes but it's not a no either. Blaine is now very curious.
Kurt strokes a finger over Blaine's temple and uses the tip to curl a lock of Blaine's hair around it. "It's like we- what we have is the perfect balance of serendipity" Kurt breathes, his eyes are shining with what looks like joy and awe. "A twist of fate, something that should have been a risk but…wasn't. It isn't. It's actually…perfect."
Blaine sits up further, propped up by an elbow and gently takes Kurt's chin between his fingers of his free hand. He leans in and kisses Kurt soundly, softly.
"Kurt?" He whispers around Kurt's lips. A prompt, anything to understand why Kurt is saying these things. Why now?
"It's just funny how a chance meeting can turn into…destiny." Kurt says, swallowing hard and Blaine almost copies him, gulping down a soft gasp. "And, I don't just mean our relationship. I mean my life; everything that I've wanted has all fallen into my lap so quickly and easily. It's like the work of an angel. And it's all ever since I met you." Blaine's eyes shimmer a little, an exact reflection of Kurt's eyes except for the difference in colour. "A chance that wasn't meant to be- somebody I wasn't supposed to like. A superstar that I wasn't supposed to love." Kurt manages to finish, just catching a dry sob which turns into a sniffle followed by a giggle.
Blaine sniffles and giggles with him. He smiles so damn wide that it looks like it hurts and kisses Kurt's forehead firm and slow before pulling back to tip their heads together. "I love you, Kurt Hummel" he says, "so, very much."
"Me too" Kurt whispers, "I am irrevocably in love with you, Blaine Anderson. And the answer to your question from last month, I can finally say—"
Blaine's eyes widen as his mouth falls open. There is every single possibility and scenario running through his head right now.
"—is yes" Kurt breathes, grinning from ear to ear "—because life is all about taking chances. And with you, Blaine, they pay off."