Prompt: Blaine as an artist who loves to watch and paint people, especially Kurt
The Christmas season was in full swing. Parents were running around the mall with wrapping paper and bags full of kids toys, Teenagers were on a mission to find cheap but kind-hearted gifts for their mum's and dad's. There were no old folks however, they'd been smart enough to Christmas shop in early November.
Blaine was sat on a small bench, secretly taking pictures with his Iphone (He'd been warned many times by security about his picture taking). He always used pictures to draw from, he was an artist but most stores didn't take kindly to strange men randomly drawing shoppers. So he would take the pictures and go back to his loft and draw and paint until his hands hurt.
New York was a great place to spot interesting people. He'd always been fond of painting drag queens and the homeless, they were more willing to allow him to take pictures and even quick sketches of them. Only once had some one approached him to ask for a painting done of them. Her name had been Rachel Berry, she'd been convinced that she would one day be a big Broadway star and asked him to paint her so that one day it could be sold for millions, he'd tried not to laugh as she sat still in his loft, telling him about all her hopes and dreams, he'd taken a while to paint her as a result of her constant talking which had made it hard to concentrate. She'd left a few hours later, with the still slightly wet painting and that's when Blaine had burst into laughter. He knew she would never be a Broadway star, she was only 19 and way to big headed.
She did however become a big Broadway star, a few months after she'd had her painting done she was cast as Fanny in funny girl and only last year the painting had been sold for thousands of dollars with an anonymous painter still being looked for so he could be paid.
Blaine didn't want the money. He wasn't a painter for profit he was one for fun.
It was a thursday when Blaine first saw him and Blaine had come back to the mall everyday to see him again. Hence why he was sat on the bench taking pictures of random strangers to paint later. The man in question worked in the music store, his name was Kurt and Blaine was mesmerised by him. Blaine had seen him 3 times and had 3 paintings of him drying in his loft. It wasn't an obsession though, finding a muse was like falling in love, it can't be helped.
Blaine had been day dreaming while watching the shop, he'd thought about asking Kurt for his number and seeing if he would allow Blaine to draw and paint a real picture instead of a copied on from a camera phone, but Blaine was too shy he'd never do that. So he continued to take pictures.
"You can't do that in here" a high kind of voice sighed "it's against the rules"
Blaine froze and slowly turned his head to look up "i'm sor-" he stopped when he realised it was Kurt, Kurt was talking to him.
"Don't be sorry. Just maybe don't take pictures, you might be classed as a pedo or something" Kurt laughed. Gosh, he's cute Blaine thought "What's your name?" Kurt asked suddenly
"i-um Blaine. I'm Blaine"
"Well, Blaine it was lovely scolding you over stupid pictures" Kurt smiled and handed Blaine a small bit of paper "See you around" and with that he left towards the music store.
Blaine unfolded the paper. I noticed you watching me from that bench you sit on, so Call me it said followed by a phone number. Blaine blushed but then smiled.
"Not just my muse" he mumbled to himself.
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