AN: Yes I know, I'm a day late. I was going to post the chapter yesterday but I was happy with the length, and it ended up being longer now. And can you believe Glee last night? I can't even... Whatever. Enjoy the chapter please review thank you!
Chapter Nine- Shut Up Your Chatter
Folshi and Kurt open the door to Blaine's apartment to see him reaching for something on the top shelf with his crutch.
"Blaine, what the hell are you doing?" Kurt cocked his head.
"I'm hungry," he answered as if it was the most obvious thing.
"We'd told you we were going to bring you something," Folshi said holding up the paper bag and coffee.
"Yeah but that was so long ago," he groaned.
"It was only ten-" Kurt started but Folshi put a hand on his arm shaking her head.
"Well Kurt can make something for you if you don't want what I bought. But to give you a little hint we took a little trip went to East Village."
Blaine turned and his eyes went wide. "You did not!"
"Oh, but I did," she held up the bag.
He hobbled over as fast as he could and took the bag, dropping his crutch.
"This is why you're," he tapped her nose, "my best friend."
Blaine then hopped over to the couch and opened the bag revealing muffins.
"Don't eat all of those!" Folshi said.
"Is that why you had me stop by that café?" Kurt asked.
"Yep, Abraco is the only place that serves strawberry white chocolate muffins."
Kurt scoffed, "Yeah that sounds appetizing," he picked up the crutch and leaned it against the couch.
"They are!" Blaine says with his mouth full.
"That is unbelievably attractive," Kurt crossed his arms. "Does your boyfriend approve of this behavior?"
"No," he shakes his head. "But he loves me anyway," he smiles and leans over.
"What am I gonna do with you?" Kurt puts his forehead against his.
"Love me, feed me, never leave me," he makes a pouty face.
"Okay, before you two either give me a cavity," Folshi walked over to them. "Blaine, do you need your laundry done? I can finish bring them back before dance practice tomorrow."
"Dance practice?" Blaine looked at her confused.
"You didn't tell him?" Kurt looked between the two.
"Oh c'mon you guys know I hate secrets," he stuck out his bottom lip.
"I haven't exactly had time," she makes her way to the other side of the couch and sat on the opposite of Blaine. "Okay, long story short, Parsons Dance Company wants me to go on tour with them next year."
"That's amazing," he hugged her. "When does it start?" Blaine asked when they pulled apart.
"Umm… March 11th, but from until the 22nd we'll still be in New York. And even then we're not leaving until 27th to Nebraska."
"I can't believe you didn't tell me this earlier," he out his head on her shoulder looking up at her.
"Stop with face," she pushes him away. "I'll be back tomorrow before practice."
Charlie and Samuel sit at coffee table in the corner, far away from everyone else.
"I'm glad we could get together," Charlie said.
"Same. I didn't think we were gonna see each other again," Samuel smirked.
"I have to be honest Sam. I don't want a relationship. I wanna be back with Blaine."
Samuel gave him a look, "Blaine? Anderson?"
"You know him?"
"We're in the musical together. How did you two break up?"
"He says because of my attitude. But it was really the fact that he chose his friend and ex over me."
"Let me guess, Folshi Scott and Kurt Hummel? It all makes sense now. Kurt is the guy I've been going after but now that he and Blaine are back together, I guess that's not happening."
"So they are officially back together?"
"Yeah, that's what Kurt said."
"Do we really have a chance now with them?"
Samuel simply shrugged. "Well, their relationship is still new and vulnerable; I bet that it wouldn't much for something to come between them."
"Are you suggesting that we break them up?"
"Why not? They deserve they best, and we're the best for them," Samuel said.
"There's just one little problem with this, Folshi. We have to break the three of them up not just Kurt and Blaine."
Samuel sat back and thought for a little. Charlie's phone started buzzing on the table, he picked it up and smirked at the new text message.
"Huh, I think I've found an answer to our problem."
Meredith, Folshi, and Kurt sit on the floor of the costume room sewing costumes. Kurt's phone went off and he picked it up looking at the new message.
I miss you already. Come back in my life? –xo Blaine
Kurt put down the needle and fabric.
I haven't left your life. I never will. –xoxo Kurt
Never? I like the sound of that (: -xo Blaine
"Okay by that lovesick look on your face I take it Blaine is texting you?" Meredith raised an eyebrow.
"Like you even have to ask," Folshi scoffed. "They are so sickeningly adorable it makes you wanna throw up rainbows."
"Is that rainbows crack a gay joke?" Kurt looked at her.
"No, I'm pretty sure if I were able I'd legit throw up rainbows."
"I have to go guys, going out to dinner with my sister," Meredith said.
"Go ahead, it's fine. There will be plenty of things to sew tomorrow," Kurt smiled.
"Oh joy," she feigned excitement and left.
A knock on the doorframe pulled their attention.
"Hey babe," Samuel smirked. "Fo," he dropped the smile.
"Okay two things you predatory jackass. One, I'm pretty sure Kurt has asked a numerous amount of times to stop calling him that. So cut it out. And two, don't call me Fo."
"Everyone else calls you Fo."
"And that is where you're wrong. My mom sometimes calls me Fo and Blaine calls me that. Last time I checked you were neither," she puts her head back down sewing a skirt.
"Is there something that you wanted Samuel?" Kurt stood to his feet.
"I just wanted to introduce you to the guy is going to be working on the sets," he said.
A man with light skin and dark green eyes entered the room.
"Kurt, Folshi this is my new friend Christian Ortiz."
Folshi looks up and meets his eye.
"Hi Kurt, Samuel has told me a lot about you," he says keeps his eyes on her.
"Hi," he waved. "I'm over here."
"Don't worry sweetheart, I'm looking at you," Samuel smiled. "So Folshi have you and Christian met before?"
She grabs her bag, gets up, and pushes her way through the two men to get out.
"What the hell was that about?" Kurt looked at them.
"Beats me," Samuel shrugged. "C'mon let's go."
They leave the room and Kurt grabs his phone.
Hey honey, who is Christian Ortiz? –xo Kurt
Not even a minute later a call came in from Blaine.
"Hello?" he answered it.
"Oh my god Kurt! Christian was there? Please tell me Fo didn't see him!"
"Slow down, yes he was here and yes she saw him. What's going on?"
"Christian is an asshole; to say that he broke Fo's heart would be an understatement. Where is she?"
"She left the room, but I don't know if she left the theater. I'll be over your apartment in about an hour or so."
"Thanks for letting me know about this, beautiful. I'll call her to see if I can get her. And I'll text you if anything new happens. I love you. See you in a bit."
"I love you," Kurt smiled. "Bye."
Kurt looks at his phone after the ended call. He scrolled through his contacts until he got to Folshi's number and called it, automatically getting the voicemail.
Kurt walked into his boyfriend's apartment and sees him in the kitchen with ingredients all over the counter.
"Ya know this is the second time today where you've been doing something in the kitchen that doesn't seem like a good idea. So what the hell are you doing now?" Kurt goes over to him.
"Making brownies," he says with a big smile. "I got hungry again."
"Why didn't you just wait till I get here?"
"It seemed like a good idea at the time," Blaine looked at him.
"Aww honey," Kurt put a hand on Blaine's waist. "Do you remember my seventeenth birthday?"
"That was not my fault!" Blaine pointed the spoon at him. "Finn's giant Frankenteen feet made the soufflé fall and your dad was the one who forgot to put the top on the blender. I can't be to blame for what happened."
He hops over to a pan that has brownies in them. "These came out of the oven like ten minutes ago. Try them."
Kurt goes over and cuts a small piece and puts in it his mouth.
"Good, huh?" Blaine smirked.
"Blaine," he grimaced. "Did you put any sugar in these? All I can taste is the salt."
He looked at the recipe. "Shit, I must've put a cup of salt in instead of sugar."
Kurt bites the sleeve of this shirt trying not to laugh.
"Don't laugh at me Kurt Hummel!" Blaine dips the spoon into the leftover batter and put it to face.
He gasped, "Blaine Michael Anderson you did not just do that!"
"Oh, but I think I did."
"But you're the one in a cast so you've put yourself at a disadvantage."
Kurt grabs a handful of batter and flings it at him.
Blaine looks down at his clothes seeing chocolate batter on them.
"Okay I didn't mess up your clothes!"
"That's because this," Kurt gestured to his clothes. "Is Marc Jacobs, and you're wearing Dalton sweats."
Both of their eyes shift to the batter and they grab it.
"That's really low fighting against a crippled!" Blaine keeps a grasp on the bowl.
"You started it Anderson!" Kurt tips the bowl over Blaine's head, the batter pouring downwards.
"Ugh," Blaine groaned. "It does taste all salty."
Kurt aborts his attempt to stop laughing.
"Oh this is funny?" Blaine's eyebrow goes up and a smirk grows on his face.
Before he could get away Blaine grabbed Kurt's wrist pulling him closer. He locks his arms around his boyfriend's waist. They look at each other for a moment before simultaneously leaning in for a kiss. Kurt's arms slide up Blaine's chest to hook around his neck.
Kurt lets out a slight gasp and puts his forehead against Blaine's. "You still take my breath away."
"I love you," Blaine smiled before placing a brief kiss to Kurt's lips.
"As sweet as this moment is two things," Kurt smiled. "One, you are so paying for the dry cleaning of my clothes."
"Deal, and second?"
"Did you get a hold of Folshi?"
Blaine shook his head. "She wasn't at the café, she's not at her apartment, and her phone is off."
"I can call her mom, maybe she knows."
Kurt goes into his back pocket to pull out his phone. He dials the number, puts it on speaker, and after the third ring she answered.
"Hey, Kurt honey," Emma's voice says brightly.
"Hey, I'm here with Blaine. We were wondering if you talked to Folshi in the last few hours."
"No I haven't, is anything wrong?"
"Well, she ran into Christian and she just left the theater without a word," Kurt said.
"And we've tried her cell phone, apartment, and the café," Blaine informed her.
"Huh," Emma thought for a little bit. "Ohh," she says after a moment. "I know where she is. She's fine, don't worry about her."
"You're not gonna tell us?"
"Well, she likes to keep it secret. Only her father and I know about it. And even if I did tell you where she is, you wouldn't be able to get in because you need a key code."
"A key code? Can you please tell us where she is? We just want to check on her in the morning."
"Okay," Emma relented. "For her graduation gift her father and I gave her a membership at the Brooklyn Artists Gym. Those who have a membership can get a studio to work in. It's a very quiet and serene place for the artists to work. If she doesn't return home tonight, she'll most likely be there."
"Thank you Emma," Kurt says.
"No problem."
After ending the phone call Kurt puts his phone back in his pocket and hugs Blaine.