Cooper attempts a typical big brother talk.
Okay, this will be a continuation of this drabble (Firefighter!Blaine and Baker!Kurt)
Kurt hastily turned the stove off and whisked the peanut butter chocolate mixture around waiting for it to cool. He took it off the stove and put it on a hot pad before sprinkling in a pinch of salt and a teaspoon of vanilla. Wiping his hands on his apron, he reached up to grab the container of oats, setting them next to the pot and pulling out the roll of wax paper, spreading it out across the counter.
“Hi Kurt.”
His head snapped up as Blaine walked into the front door of the bakery with a warm smile on his face. He looked much different, with his hair slicked back and wearing a striped long-sleeved tee and a pair of jeans. Kurt thought he looked divine.
Kurt’s heart jumped up into his throat. “Hi Blaine. What…what are you doing here?”
Blaine held up the empty metal pan. “Returning your pan. And saying thank you—that really was the best tiramisu I’ve ever had.”
Kurt refrained from punching the air and a very emphatic “Take that, Smythe!” to lean over the counter and accept the pan back from Blaine. “It was nothing. I mean, you did save my life after all.”
“It was nothing,” Blaine laughed. Then his eyes widened. “I mean, not that your life is nothing! It’s very valuable—no it’s priceless and I’m sorry I—”
“Blaine!” Kurt laughed. “It’s okay, I got what you meant.”
Blaine blushed slightly, tucking a stray piece of hair behind his ear. “So, I see you’ve found another place to inhabit while your bakery gets rebuilt.”
Kurt nodded. “Yeah, Mercedes is an old friend of mine and she loaned me her cafe in exchange for my cherry pie recipe.”
“That’s good,” Blaine nodded, tapping his fingers against the counter.
Kurt eyed his fingers. “Well, is there anything else I can do for you, Sergent Anderson?”
Blaine bit his lip, turning to him. “I..well, there was something I wanted to ask you.”
Kurt’s heart picked right back up again. “Yes?” he asked breathlessly.
“Um, I was wondering if you’d be interested…in catering a party?”
Kurt blinked. “Oh.” He shook his head slightly, trying not to feel disappointed. “Um, sure. What’s the occasion?”
“It’s my big brother’s birthday,” Blaine admitted sheepishly. “And he wants just about every type of baked good for the occasion. And I thought you’d be perfect for the job.”
Kurt brightened. “Sure, I’d be delighted. Just put together an idea of what you’d like the menu to be, and I can put together an estimate.”
Blaine grinned. “I’ll get right on that. See you soon, Kurt.”
“Bye,” Kurt waved. He looked down at his mixture and realized that he’d let it cool for too long.
For the first time since culinary school, he honestly didn’t care.
Best friends Rachel (Lea Michele), Kurt (Chris Colfer), Mike (Harry Shum Jr.), and Blaine (Darren Criss) hatch a plan to stay connected with one another as their lives start off in different directions: they pass around a pair of secondhand mustard pants that fits each of them perfectly.
Ahh, I’m such a Doctor Who nerrrdddd :D
honestly baffled as to what happened between this
and this
“Nervous?”
Blaine jumped, turning around. A smile broke out on his face and most of the tension drained from his body. “Like you wouldn’t believe.” He strode over to Kurt and hugged him fiercely. “What are you doing here?”
“You watched my NYADA audition,” Kurt smiled. “Of course I’m going to watch yours.”
Blaine beamed as he gave his boyfriend a quick peck. “I’m glad you could make it.”
“Me too,” Kurt smiled. “Now, I have some intel. I asked Carmen, and well…”
Blaine’s stomach dropped. “What?”
Kurt bit his lip. “You’re going to be singing for Arthur L’Appell.”
“What!” Blaine winced when he realized he’d shouted. “The composer?”
Kurt nodded.
“Oh god, I can’t do this,” Blaine panicked. “Tina…Tina will be fine, she’s singing the Last Midnight and she sounds so freaking good on it, but I’m screwed! I’m doing a number from his favorite musical! It’s sung by a girl! Tina helped me rearrange it because we were watching Moulin Rouge and we thought it would be a good idea, oh God, what was I thinking—”
“Blaine!” Kurt held his shoulders. “You’re going to be amazing. You always kill your auditions. Remember West Side Story? Your Bernardo audition was so good that they offered you the role of Tony.”
Blaine took a deep breath, nodding. “You’re right, I don’t know why I’m so jumpy. Maybe it’s because of what happened to Rachel last year.”
“And she still got in,” Kurt reminded him. “You’ll be fine.”
Blaine looked up at him, worried. “Do you think I should have sung Something’s Coming instead?”
Kurt reached up and cupped his cheeks. “Blaine, the first time I met you, you made me fall in love with you by singing a song originally sung by a girl. Trust me, Arthur L’Appell will love you as well.”
Blaine smiled and leaned in for a kiss. “Thank you.”
***
Kurt sat next to Tina, holding her hand excitedly as Blaine walked out on the stage, looking simple in cuffed black capris and an olive green polo. Kurt had sneakily ruffled his hair up a bit during their kiss and apparently Blaine hadn’t noticed because his hair was a bit more fluffy than usual.
“Hi, I’m Blaine Anderson and I will be singing the titular song from The Sound Of Music.”
Kurt grinned as the strings started up and Blaine turned around, waiting for his cue. Kurt just knew that he was rubbing his hands together, getting ready for his cue.
He turned.
“The hills are alive with the sound of music.
With songs they have sung for a thousand years.
The hills fill my heart with the sound of music.
My heart wants to sing every song it hears.”
As the song picked up, Blaine moved across the stage, owning his space as his rich baritone voice crooned through the auditorium. He put his all into the performance—just as Kurt knew he would. He and Tina exchanged excited glances as Blaine’s voice grew. They’d changed the ending. Instead of diminishing slowly and ending on a soft note, it grew and grew until Blaine held the last “Sing” for at least twice as long as it usually was. There was a pause and Blaine belted out “Once more!” ending on a high note that Kurt wasn’t even aware that he could hit.
The music cut off and Tina had to grab Kurt to keep him from leaping out of his seat in applause.
Blaine was breathing heavily on the stage, the barest hint of a smile on his face. Kurt knew that expression. It was when he knew that he’d nailed a song, but was trying to keep his excitement to himself. Kurt bounced in his seat excitedly.
Arthur L’Appell cleared his throat. “Mr. Anderson.”
“Yes?” Blaine said eagerly.
“The Sound of Music is one of my most favorite musicals.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And you chose to sing a girl’s song from it?”
“No sir.”
Kurt froze in shock.
Blaine blinked and shook his head. “I mean—with all due respect, Mr. L’Appell, just because a song is written for and sung by a girl doesn’t make it a “girl’s song” per se, unless it’s about being a female, which the Sound of Music is not. It’s a song about loving to sing, which I do, and that’s why I chose to sing it. Because out of all the songs in that musical, which is also a favorite of mine, that was the one that I connected with the most.”
Mr. L’Appell was silent fo a long while.
Kurt held his breath.
“I agree.”
Kurt let out is breath.
“And I must admit, as a composer, you did a very well job on the arrangement. It fit your voice as well as showing it off and you sang it very well. Congratulations, Mr. Anderson, that was a very impressive audition.”
“Thank you, sir!” Blaine said excitedly, bowing before running off the stage.
Tina and Kurt clamored out of the auditorium to meet him in the hall, hugging him tightly.
“Dude, that was awesome!”
Kurt turned in surprise. “Mike? What are you doing here?”
Mike rolled his eyes as he joined in on the group hug. “Like you’re the only one allowed to watch your significant other audition.” He ruffled Blaine’s hair. “I just got here, but I watched you from backstage, You blew me away, man!”
“Thanks!” Blaine laughed, tears in his eyes. He kissed Tina on the cheek. “Break a leg out there!”
“I’m not sure how impressive I’ll be following you,” Tina laughed.
“Nonsense,” Blaine scoffed. “You’re phenomenal. Now go make us and Sondheim proud!”
Tina smiled, giving Mike a kiss goodbye as she ran off to the auditorium door.
Later that night, the four went out for dinner and cheesecake at Breadstix, celebrating Blaine and Tina’s outstanding auditions.
I immediately pictured that episode of Friends where Monica and Rachel fight over the last condom, and I have to say that picturing Rachel, Blaine, and Mercedes fidgeting awkwardly in the hall while Kurt, Finn, and Sam fight over a condom is like. The best thing I have ever pictured in mylife.
THIS IS EVERY HOPE AND OR DREAM I COULD EVER HAVE BECAUSE KURT WOULD FIGHT DIRTY AND THERE WOULD BE SO MANY HILARIOUS THINGS HAPPENING WHILE THE OTHER THREE STOOD IN THE HALLWAY TRYING TO PRETEND THEY HAD NO IDEA WHAT WAS GOING ON, EVEN WHEN FINN IS LIKE “YOU BIT ME” BECAUSE AGAIN, KURT FIGHTING DIRTY.”
I was inspired what can I say
Let’s get this trending on twitter?
come on, it’s canon that Blaine’s a lightweight when it comes to drinking. Just one beer and he’s done.
please let him drink the punch and get drunk and handsy at prom
god please
