A/N: I want to say a few things about this drabble; it's nothing serious or significant, but I'd like to clear a few things. First of all, Dave Karofsky will sound OOC, but if we want to be realistic, there is no studio that would employ a cruel and violent actor that threatens his coworkers' lives. So that is why I changed things and not because I have a liking to Karofsky character, because - while I can see some of the point of his fears and anger (being confused is never healthy), I wholeheartedly resent bullies - I really don't. The second thing, Harry might seem harsh and a bit crude, but in reality he has a heart of gold and tries to help Blaine without even really knowing him. There are reasons for his drastical change of attitude compared to canon, but that won't be revealed here... maybe in the sequel if I ever write one *grin* And lastly I want to wish Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates it today and I hope you'll get the presents you wished for!

I got them through your hitting the story, reviews and adds. You are wonderful guys!

Ep.04 – This Isn't a Date

Meeting with Dave Karofsky, who played the role of a closeted gay bully was something Blaine wasn't looking forward to do. The memories from school were still fresh in his mind and even if Dave was actually a nice guy in real life, his actions hit too close to home for Blaine's comfort.

So, to relieve some of his tensions – or so he hoped it would help – he was sitting in a cafe not far from the studio, waiting for the very person he would have never thought to ask for advice, if it hadn't been the man's blatant offer on their first meeting. Of course Blaine knew he was being ridiculous, because Dave was just as much of an actor as he was, but still he couldn't help but be somewhat cautious about him. For God's sake, the guy was huge! Not huge like Finn Hudson, the goofy boy who played one of the lead roles, but huge huge, like a mean mountain, that could snap Blaine in two any moment he wanted.

"You'll get premature wrinkles if you continue to frown like that," came the offhanded comment from his left and Blaine jumped in shock, slamming his knee into the table leg. Couldn't the blasted jerk at least make some noise? "Aren't we jumpy, today?" Harry raised an eyebrow at him and he had to bit his lips not to answer with some very nasty profanities; the evil choreographer was doing him a favour by being there after all.

"Could you at least warn me next time? Wes's right, if you keep this ghost-wandering up, someone will have a heart attack," Blaine said instead of answering the question.

"Well if you hadn't been daydreaming, you would have noticed my arrival," Harry shrugged, totally unperturbed, sliding into the booth gracefully. "So what's the problem? Unrequited love? Friendly quarrels with the bitches, namely Santana and Rachel? Or do you have problem with becoming famous?"

Before could have answered the waitress appeared next to their table, smiling flirtily at Harry, batting her lashes while waiting for him to order. "Just some tea. And please, make sure none of your body parts falls into my cup," the man said making the girl blush and scurry away. "So?" Blaine refrained from gaping at his companion. Barely.

"It's nothing–"

"So this is actually a date?" Harry asked, raising a sardonic eyebrow. "You should have told me beforehand, I would have dressed up and everything."

"No, this isn't a date." Though the idea of dating the gorgeous choreographer made Blaine flustered. "I... just didn't know who to talk to."

"Well, I obviously offered my services as being your shrink or whatever you need me for," Harry nodded, smiling a friendly smile.

"It's about Dave." At the other's confused expression he added, "Karofsky."

"Oh, Davie! He is an utter complete disaster when it comes to dancing! I would know, I had to teach the whole football crew how to dance to that epic Single Ladies routine," Harry snickered, shaking his head in amusement. "Well, what about the brutish fool?"

"Imafraidofmeetinghim," Blaine blurted out earning a flabbergasted look from his companion.

"Excuse me?"

"I... kinda afraid of meeting the guy..." he murmured, studiously staring at the tabletop.

"Ah," was everything Harry said.

The waitress came back and put the cup of tea in front of Harry, that blush still on her face, but the choreographer dismissed her without a second glance, his gaze resting on Blaine, scrutinizing never wavering.

"You'll be okay. He's actually a very decent guy, if you ignore his pathetic skills in dancing and somewhat lame sense of humour," Harry said after taking a sip of his drink. "He's not like his character at all, I can assure you. More like an overgrown puppy, so you have nothing to worry about."

A very familiar long fingered hand found its way toward Blaine's that was clenching around his cup of latte, squeezing his fingers reassuringly and he couldn't help, but look up into those striking green eyes that, he swore, could see into his soul, no matter how ridiculously cheesy that sounded.

"You'll do alright and if not, I can always murder Dave without a trace. No one will find his body." Harry winked at him and he just burst out in laughter, imagining as the slight choreographer beat the hulkish Karofsky up.

"Thanks, I needed that," Blaine replied with a relieved smile.

"Any time," Harry grinned, patting his hand once again, before pulling back. Blaine would never say it aloud, but missed the contact. "By the way, your routine for sectionals is almost ready. I'm sure you will love it."

Blaine groaned in despair at the upcoming week of pure hell.

Why did he auditioned for a role in a musical?