It was freezing cold outside, yet Thomas jumped at the chance to help his ex-boyfriend Alby when he called. The warehouse was just as bad as the air outside but he just pulled his scarf tighter around his neck. Looking for Alby, Thomas saw he was nowhere to be found yet a tall, lanky, blonde boy was fiddling with the cable set-up on stage. Thomas let out an annoyed sigh when he realized that Alby had no intention of being there and expected to fix the problem anyway.
"I've been told you need some help?" Thomas called out. The other boy turned to face him with an annoyed expression on his face "And I'm assuming Alby didn't tell you I was coming."
"No, he didn't. What a great boyfriend he is. I'm Newt." The boy held out his hand which Thomas just bypassed.
"Oh, you're the new boyfriend, the one he left me for," Thomas quipped. Newt glared at him at the revelation but managed to keep his mouth shut. "At least he has good taste. What's the problem?"
"The samples won't delay but the cable-" Newt started but what was cut off by Thomas holding up his hand to silence him. "Can you fix it?"
"Easy enough. But this really fucking weird. My ex-boyfriend's new lover boy needing help and I'm the one to answer the call. Has he ever called you 'pookie'?" Thomas asked as he went to work on the set up.
"Pookie? Never," Newt snipped back as he shivered inside his way to thin coat.
"Have you ever doubted a kiss or two?" Thomas offered, his head popping back up with a smirk.
"Yes, actually. How did you know that?" Newt whimpered quietly.
"It's a Tango, babe. The Tango: Alby to be specific. I suggest you get out now while you can. That should just about do it," Thomas said, dusting off his jeans. "I wish you luck, Newt. You'll need it." Newt watched as Thomas left him alone once again, a bit more shaken in his faith of what he believed Alby to really be.
Author Note: Because I love Rent, I decided this would be an interesting go for Newtmas, despite it not really being a true pairing. And as always, reviews are greatly appreciated!