It was a Saturday morning, so Blaine didn't like the fact that he found himself at NYADA. He was hired to paint a set for a big theatre production at the school, per recommendation of a professor who said he had a real knack for set design, so he just didn't have the heart to say no. He sighed, thinking about how he could be walking through Central Park with Kurt, instead of in a stuffy room with people he barely knew, inhaling paint fumes. He heard the familiar clack of designer boots behind him and turned to find Kurt. "What are you doing here?" Blaine asked. There was a little more joy in his voice than he should probably be showing.
"You left your lunch on the counter, so I thought I would bring it to you," Kurt replied. He handed Blaine a brown paper bag that he knew contained his lunch.
"That's so nice of you! I didn't even realize I'd left it!" Blaine said.
"It's no problem. I have to pick something up at Vogue anyways and it's only one subway stop away. What are you up to?" Kurt asked.
"I'm painting this," Blaine said with mock enthusiasm.
"It's very, um, yellow," Kurt said. "What is it?"
"It's going to be a haystack. The play is 'Oklahoma,'" Blaine replied.
"How corny," Kurt said under his breath.
"I know, you would have thought NYADA would have gotten the rights to something better, right? Less, you know, high school," Blaine whispered.
"Blaine, who are you talking to?" an older man, who seemed to be in charge, asked.
"Oh, this is my fiancée. He just dropped something off," Blaine replied.
The man looked at Kurt again, as if willing him to disappear.
"Um, I was just leaving," Kurt said. He quickly kissed Blaine and scampered out of the room.
Blaine sighed and went back to his painting, wishing Kurt would have been able to stay.