They're in a magazine.
That's what Kurt first thinks when Mercedes hands him the copy of People she was reading while they got their weekly pedicures.
They're in a freaking magazine. Kurt is very aware that his boyfriend of two years is talented – in fact, there is no doubt in his mind about that. And he knows that Blaine is only getting more and more well-known, because really, he has been selling out shows
more frequently than before, but still.
They're in a freaking magazine. The picture is of them at the premiere for the new Katherine Heigl movie they'd gone to last Wednesday and as he looks at it, he can barely believe it. He keeps repeating this to himself. We're in a magazine. People magazine, no less!
"Earth to Kurt?" he hears Mercedes say and she's suddenly snapping her fingers in front of his face. Kurt blinks and turns to look at her, his face frozen in this expression of surprise. "I really thought I'd lost you there for a bit, baby. How's famous life feel?"
Her smile is teasing and Kurt just rolls his eyes, shrugging it off. "Well, you know, it's a hard life, but we do our best to deal with it," he says nonchalantly, as if he weren't still freaking out inside. Mercedes laughs and pats his knee before picking up another magazine and beginning to read, but not before retorting something about telling him if he's in there too.
Kurt pulls out his phone and just as he's about to start a new text for Blaine, it buzzes. Of course his boyfriend would know when he was about to text him. He rolls his eyes fondly before opening the text.
From: Blaine
Just a heads up, but Erin just called me to tell me People put a picture of us at Katherine's movie in there. Thought you'd like to know. I love you. 3
His boyfriend is such a sap. Kurt grins widely, feeling the ever-eternal butterflies resurface again. He only gets this excited when he's talking to Blaine. And okay, when he buys an Alexander McQueen piece. Or when he sees pictures from Marc Jacobs' new collections.
To: Blaine
Duly noted. ;) Mercedes and I just saw it, actually, but thank you for letting me know. Celebratory dinner tonight? My place, at seven. Be there.
Not even two minutes later, Kurt's phone is buzzing again. "Someone's popular," Mercedes says quickly. Kurt just shoots her a brilliant grin, winking at her.
From: Blaine
Nice try, Mr. Hummel, but I seem to recall the lease is currently under my name.
Two seconds later, his phone starts buzzing again, this time with an incoming call from Blaine. He smiles happily as he presses 'answer' because even though they were talking two seconds ago and it's only been three hours since he last saw him, he can't help but feel enthusiastic about talking to his boyfriend.
"Mr. Anderson," he says when he picks up the phone. "How may I be of service to you?"
Blaine chuckles and Kurt can just see him rolling his eyes to himself. He knows his boyfriend too well. "Well, you see, there's this gorgeous man I like to call my beau who invited me to dinner," he responds and Kurt just smiles brightly, "but there's a problem. I got my beau tickets for a concert tonight as well, and I'm afraid I just can't tell him no."
Kurt tries not to giggle as he comes up with something to say in return. "Have you gotten tickets for just your beau, or for you as well?" he asks and Mercedes shoots him a strange look.
"Oh, I've got tickets for both of us, of course," Blaine replies smoothly.
"Then I don't see the problem at all! You can just attend the concert with this wonderful, charming, fantastic beau of yours and dine together afterwards," Kurt says and grins at Mercedes, holding up his hand to let her know he'll explain everything shortly. "Now seriously, though, what tickets are you even talking about?"
Blaine laughs. "Well, this friend of mine knows a friend of this one artist that you happen to like very much," he begins, "and this artist is holding a private concert for said friend's birthday party."
Kurt blinks, waiting for Blaine to continue because holy shit if he's talking about who Kurt thinks he's talking about, he will be Blaine's slave for ever and ever. "So who would this artist be?"
"Oh, no one that big. Just Lady Gaga," Blaine says airily and oh dear Gaga Kurt cannot help the tiny little scream that escapes him. Mercedes looks at him in shock, probably wondering what the hell is going on.
"Blaine, Blaine, hold on one second," Kurt says quickly before turning to his best friend.
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Mercedes squeals right along with him, knowing better than anyone the deep love that Kurt feels for Lady Gaga. "Okay, back, sorry," Kurt tells Blaine. "I can't believe you. Are you for real?"
Now that he's calmed down a bit and can think more rationally, he realizes that of course Blaine would go out of his way to get them tickets to a Lady Gaga concert. That's the kind of boyfriend he is. They've been dating for a two years, two months and nineteen days and Kurt still gets flowers every day before he performs. That's not to say that they never fight, because really, they do. They have their issues like every other couple but right now, Kurt doesn't want to think about that because he's got it pretty great, so why look at the empty half of the glass?
"Yes, I'm very much for real, thank you," Blaine says. Before Kurt can answer, he hears muffled talking on the other end of the line.
"Shit, sorry, love, I have to go. I'm in the studio right now and some crazy singer just walked in demanding to see me and talking about Barbra Streisand and I'm really not sure how those two are related."
Kurt wonders for a second, could it be, but he dismisses the thought quickly, tells Blaine he loves him and hangs up.
"Aw, look at you two, being such a cutesy couple," Mercedes says; Kurt just grins at her, because what is there to say?
It's ridiculous how well he knows his boyfriend and yet how he is still fully capable to surprise him. Not only had he gotten him tickets for a private Lady Gaga concert (because if that didn't make Blaine a god in his book, he didn't know what would), but he'd also planned for them to meet her. There went Kurt's life. He'd met Lady Gaga. He was just going to spend the rest of eternity worshipping Blaine.
Once they were home from the concert, Blaine heads straight for the iPod speakers, mumbling something about crazy Lady Gaga fans and needing to listen to something else. Kurt just rolls his eyes fondly and goes into the kitchen, where he sets on making his boyfriend the perfect meal.
Dinner is as enjoyable as it is every day – Kurt looks forward to coming home and eating with his boyfriend and this time is no exception. They talk about their days, about Blaine's upcoming concerts in L.A. and how Kurt is absolutely not allowed, under any condition, to bring more than three suitcases.
To be completely honest, Kurt can barely believe his luck sometimes. He knows Blaine isn't perfect, but he feels like he tries as hard as he can to be, and really, that gets on his nerves. But only barely. Mostly, Kurt is worried that things are going too well, that something will happen to make him come crashing down from the fairy tale life he's leading.
He knows Blaine isn't perfect, though. He really does. He has an ungodly obsession with Frank Sinatra and will play his music until Kurt is going crazy and shuts it off himself. He's an insomniac and only sleeps because Kurt tells him too; otherwise, he'd stay up all night writing songs. He's also a complete slob, which annoys Kurt to no end.
Kurt would be stupid to pay too much attention to those things that Blaine does, however, because he's perfectly aware he has his own flaws and Blaine just puts up with him through it all. Why would he be nit-picking at all the bad things in their relationship when he has an amazing thing right in front of him?
Blaine is funny, gorgeous, talented, sexy; he puts up with his shopping sprees, his bitchy moods, his Lady Gaga phases when all he does is play her music, and just him in general. And Kurt knows he can be a handful. Kurt also knows that he wants to spend the rest of his life with this wonderful man by his side.
Thinking about all this as he heads home from work the next day, Kurt turns off his iPod and stashes it in his satchel, getting off the subway and walking the three blocks to their apartment. It's getting colder, the kind of day that requires Kurt to bust out his Burberry coat but doesn't need much else – in other words, a perfect fall day.
As he walks into the flat and sets down his keys on the table by the front door, Kurt spots Blaine's shoes by the door. He's told him a million and one times not to leave them there, but it's hopeless. Blaine is a slob through and through. "One of these days, Blaine, I will trip on your shoes. And fall. And break my neck and you will regret it for the rest of your life," Kurt calls out.
He hears Blaine's laugh reverberate through the apartment and even though he's rolling his eyes, he smiles anyway. Blaine comes out of the living room with his guitar in hand and greets him with a kiss.
"I'm assuming you're writing a song?" Kurt asks, one eyebrow quirked. "Wait, no, let me guess. You rushed home after a meeting, struck with an idea you had to get down on paper immediately. Actually, chances are you wrote it on your hand." He takes Blaine's hand and checks to see that yes, in fact, there are song lyrics scribbled down there.
Blaine grins sheepishly and begins to talk, but Kurt holds his hand up. "Wait. Not done yet. You got home and you were humming the melody in your head, so you took your shoes off, threw your keys wherever they landed and grabbed your guitar. And you haven't moved since," he finishes, laughing at Blaine's face.
"You're good," Blaine says before kissing him earnestly, his free hand pulling Kurt closer before wrapping his arm around his waist. Kurt placed his hands on Blaine's face, kissing him back happily before pulling back.
"Don't pout at me like that!" He laughs at his boyfriend's face, dropping a swift kiss on his lips before rolling his eyes fondly, as he seemed to do oh so often. "I need to go to the store, I'll cook us dinner while you finish your song."
"You are the best and I love you and I don't know what I would do without you."
Kurt raises an eyebrow. "Commit suicide?" he suggests and laughs at Blaine's expression. "Although I'm warning you, if you want me to make dinner, those shoes better not be there when I get back."
Blaine nods eagerly before retreating back to the living room as Kurt puts his jacket back on, grabs his keys and heads out. He spends a good half hour at the store, making sure to really ponder which type of Parmesan cheese to take, before heading home.
He has too many bags in his hands to see the shoes there, which, of course, cause him to trip, fall on his face and in the process, break the glass jar of the damn Parmesan cheese he'd bought because it was Blaine's favorite.
Kurt tries – he really, really tries – to take a deep breath and calm down before he goes to berate Blaine for leaving the shoes there. But he can't help that he's mad; seeing red, more accurately, because dammit, he had only asked ione/i simple thing of Blaine, just one thing and Blaine hadn't even done it!
"Blaine Nathaniel Anderson," he just about screams, standing up and storming into the living room. "Your fucking shoes were still there when I came back. I asked you one thing. Just one thing and you left your fucking shoes there. Why is it so hard for you to do what I ask?"
He realizes he's probably overreacting but he's past the point of caring. This isn't the first time that he's tripped and fallen over something Blaine has left strewn about and it's the last straw, it really is.
"Kurt, I'm sorry, I'll go get them now!" Blaine looks a little scared but it makes no difference to Kurt. Even though Blaine stands up and actually goes and gets the shoes, Kurt is still seething.
"Why do you always have to do this?" Kurt hisses, glaring at Blaine when he comes back into the room, almost looking like a puppy with his tail between his legs. "I always tell you to clean up and you are always too busy writing your stupid songs to even listen to me!"
He's screeching and he knows it. Blaine stops in his tracks, mouth hanging wide open, because if there's one thing that pisses him off, it's when people belittle his music.
"Excuse me?" he says coldly, in his own "I'm getting really angry" way and Kurt is partly wary for the fight that is about to come, yet not enough to back down. His pride is really getting in the way, but damn it, Blaine frustrates him.
"You heard me," Kurt shoots back, narrowing his eyes at Blaine.
"Are you seriously picking a fight with me because I forgot to pick up my shoes?" Blaine asks, shooting Kurt this "are you fucking kidding me?" look. Kurt almost resists answering in a bitchy way, but he cannot help it at this point. Fights always start like this with them – one of them does something, the other gets mad, and the immature comments begin.
"No, actually, I'm not. I'm 'picking a fight with you' because of your shoes, because I tripped, fell, dropped our groceries and probably ripped my jeans," Kurt informs him icily. "I'm 'picking a fight with you' because you can never seem to clean up after yourself, because you leave open containers of food lying around the kitchen, because you stay up till three a.m. and continuously wake me up with your song-writing and mostly I'm picking a fight with you because I can't put up with you anymore!"
There. He said it.
Blaine's eyes widen and Kurt honestly wishes he could take back what he said but he really is too proud to. He wanted to get all this out, but this might have been taking it a bit too far.
"Fine, Mom," Blaine retorts. Kurt can't even think of something to say because he cannot believe that Blaine went there. For the most part, their fight is petty and immature, but Blaine's comment really hit low and that's not something Kurt can just forgive.
Blaine seems to realize this, too, because it looks like he's about to apologize, but Kurt doesn't give him a chance.
"That's it," Kurt says quietly, not really believing what he's about to say. "I'm going to stay at Mercedes. I'll come pick up my things in the morning."