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Chapter 3

Kurt plopped onto his couch. Today had been exhausting and exhilarating all at once. He could feel his smile etched into his face. He and Blaine got to the second chorus and April callled cut, storming the stage and capturing Kurt in an enormous hug and declaring that he was their flying green bitch. He wasn’t sure if April had mixed up her words or if Mrs. Rhodes was just being affectionate. At this point, it didn’t matter. He had scored his first Broadway role. He was also the first male to ever play Elphaba. He had wanted the role since he had seen the musical the very first time. His former glee club teacher had told him that he could never be Elphaba because he was the wrong gender. Mr. Shu could suck it.

He was so excited that he couldn't stay still. He rose to his feet, humming ‘As Long as You're Mine,’ practically skipping into his kitchen. He grabbed a Keurig pod and put it into the holder. He poured the water into the machine and placed a mug under the spout. He pressed start as his mind replayed today’s events again.

He listened to the steady drip of his Keurig as his humming turned into singing. He needed to go over the script tonight so he’d be ready for rehearsal tomorrow, but he was too excited. He wanted to share it with the world. However, he was told quite bluntly that if he announced his involvement that April would use the staple gun they keep in the staff room to neuter him and promptly fire his ass. He wasn’t going to take any chances. He began singing “Defying Gravity” as he wiped down his counter. He was floating on air. So what if he had to remain silent about his casting. He was happy. Mostly.

His mind flashed back to what had occurred on stage between him and Blaine. Electricity. Pure chemistry. At one point Santana asked if she needed to create a diversion so that they could sneak off behind stage and screw like rabbits because she couldn’t take all the endless eye-fucking. Kurt wasn’t even sure that was a thing. But he was sure that it definitely made things awkward, especially since Blaine lived above him with his boyfriend. A boyfriend that he loved deeply, at least it certainly sounded like it with their nightly sexcapades. He was shocked that it wasn’t currently happeni-

“Grip it tighter, Blaine.”

And there it was.

Kurt sighed. He was honestly relieved that their song was interrupted when it was. It was supposed to end in a passionate kiss. Blaine had barely opened his mouth to sing when Kurt felt beads of sweat form on his hairline. His hands had become clammy, and he was trembling. Because at that moment, he realized that he was thoroughly fucked.

“Yes, that’s it!”

And this was the reason that he was screwed. He would have to perform this scene with Blaine on stage, rehearse it day in and day out. They’d have to perform it eight times a week, most likely with Sam in the front row cheering his boyfriend on and glaring daggers at him. He’d have to kiss a man that he was falling for; and then go home and hear his perfect boyfriend pound into him over and over, night after night.

“YES! FUCK!

Kurt trudged from the living room and into his bedroom. He collapsed directly onto his bed and buried his face into his pillow. He laid there for several minutes, willing himself not to scream or pull his hair out. God, he needed to move apartments.

He sighed deeply and even contemplated skipping his skin care routine and turning in for the night. Then he heard a beep.

His Keurig. He had nearly forgotten. Oh well. A glass of lemon tea might help calm his nerves and help him relax. He sighed and rose from his bed, smoothing the wrinkles from his bedspread he just made when he collapsed onto it in frustration. He plodded over to the counter in his kitchen and grabbed the full mug.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Kurt yelped in surprise at the banging on his door and promptly dropped the mug. "SHIT!"

“Kurt? Is everything ok in there?”

“Blaine? Yeah, hang on. Be right there.” Kurt called. He walked to his door and unlatched the chain. “Pardon the mess.”

“Do you have a cat that likes to send your dishes hurtling to the floor or do you just have a personal vendetta against glass?” Blaine smirked as he reached for the paper towels on the counter and brought some over to Kurt, who was dabbing at the wet mess on the otherwise spotless floor.

“Seems to be the latter as of late,” Kurt pouted. “Although the cat scenario would make me seem less clumsy,” he said as he wiped up the remaining tea off the floor.

“No worries. The day we moved in, I dropped a couch on Sam,” Blaine laughed. “You broke some glass. I nearly broke his ankle.”

“I guess when you put it that way, I don’t feel so bad,” Kurt chuckled. “Did you need me for something?” he asked as he grabbed the broom and the dustpan and began to sweep up the broken glass.

“I just thought I’d come down and see if you wanted to rehearse. You seemed overwhelmed today during rehearsal.” His neighbor smiled as Kurt finished sweeping up the mess.

“I can’t be that great of an actor if you sensed that. I was trying to be a little less obvious,” Kurt said as he emptied the dustpan into the trash can and returned the broom to its place in a tiny closet.

Blaine shook his head. “You’re a great actor, but I sensed it because I was a little flustered too. April does that sometimes. You’ll really be getting into character, really vibing, and then she calls cut! You were really getting into it, and I could tell you wanted to finish. Do you want to run back through it? Finish it?”

“You wouldn’t mind?” Kurt asked as he motioned for Blaine to take a seat at the table as he did the same.

"Of course not?" Blaine smiled. "We're in this together."

"And Sam?"

“Are you kidding? He’s the one who sent me down here. He heard you rehearsing and said you might want some company.”

Kurt blushed. “He heard me? I guess I should’ve suspected. There’s not much insulation between our floors. I hear all kinds of things going on up there,” he said as he glanced down at the slate gray tile floor, his cheeks hot with embarrassment. Was Blaine aware that he could hear him and Sam in the throes of passion?

Blaine cocked his head. “Is that so?”

“Yeah. You two aren’t particularly quiet,” Kurt said, biting his lip.

“Casualty of apartment life in the big city, I guess,” Blaine shrugged, missing Kurt’s mortification at his response. Apparently he was aware of it, and it didn’t phase him in the least. “Anyway, I thought I’d come down and offer my assistance since we’re co-stars now.”

“So, what do you want to rehearse?” the brunette asked as he went back to the counter and pulled out two Keurig pods. He pulled out two mugs from the cabinet. “Would you like some lemon tea?”

“That depends. Will it too meet an untimely end on the floor,” Blaine grinned cheekily.

“No, it could end up in your lap if all your words are so snarky,” Kurt laughed heartily. “I never claimed to be coordinated.”

“I’ll alert the cast and crew,” Blaine chuckled as he raised his head, his gaze meeting Kurt’s.

Kurt poured water into the machine and hit the brew button. He motioned over to Blaine as if to ask if he wanted to take a seat. Blaine walked over to the table and Kurt pulled the chair beside him out so that Blaine could sit down. Kurt giggled. “So, how did you get cast as Fiyero on Broadway? That’s a pretty big feat.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Blaine chuckled. “It’s not a complicated story. I figured you already knew the gist of it, with your nepotism comment and all.”

“No. I didn’t realize you were a Broadway actor,” Kurt replied. “I thought that you were just the piano player.”

“Ouch,” Blaine pretended to be offended then he smiled gently. “Just a piano player, huh?”

“An incredible piano player,” Kurt replied, blushing. “But yeah. I’ve never seen you in anything. I think I would remember if I had.”

“Is that so? Blaine playfully batted his eyelashes. “And why is that?”

“‘I’d remember anybody with a head that big,” Kurt laughed. “So, why did you think I’d recognize you? What have you starred in thus far.”

“Oh, absolutely nothing on Broadway. I’m finishing college. I’ve done a few small roles off Broadway, much to Coop’s chagrin.

Kurt scratched his head in confusion. “Coop? Cooper Anderson?”

“AKA my big brother, and Broadway actor Extraordinaire.”

“HOLY SHIT!” Kurt blurted. “Cooper is your brother?”

“Yep,” Blaine said, popping the p.

“I can’t believe your brother is Cooper Anderson!” Kurt clapped with excitement. “I loved his commercials, and I watched some bootlegged videos of him in the revival of The Boys in the Band. He’s the most gorgeous man in North America.”

“Yeah, and he’ll tell you that too,” Blaine said, rolling his eyes, but Kurt could tell there was affection behind the annoyed look. “My brother and I met Rachel Berry in Ohio where we both grew up, and we all participated in community theater in Columbus. When they graduated, Rachel and Coop auditioned for NYADA together. She got in. He did not, but he started modeling and acting in commercials.”

Kurt didn’t say anything. He just nodded as if to encourage Blaine to continue with his story as he arose from his seat and walked over to the Keurig, which had beeped. Kurt added more water and the second pod as Blaine continued to talk.

“Rachel and Coop went to high school together and they starred in their school musicals together. They even dated, but it didn’t work because they are too much alike. Rachel auditioned for parts while she was at NYADA, and she got the part of Fanny Bryce in Funny Girl. She convinced Cooper to audition for an ensemble role in the show and he got it. He’s been in several shows with Rachel since then. He auditioned for one of April’s shows and she just loved him. They bonded partly because they are both from Ohio. He introduced her to Rachel, and they started to collaborating to put on an all-white version of 'The Wiz'. They worked on it for awhile, and it opened up to horrible reviews and was critically panned. So Rachel suggested they try 'Wicked' for a chance at redeeming all of their reputations.” Blaine chuckled as Kurt brought him a steaming mug of lemon tea. “Thank you,” Blaine said as he took a small sip. Kurt took a seat once more and nodded for Blaine to continue.

“Anyway, when I graduated, I auditioned for NYADA and I got in. Rachel recommended that I audition for some small parts like she and Coop did, and I got a few small parts off Broadway, but I didn’t really land anything big until now. “

“Did Rachel put in a good word for you?” Kurt asked.

“Kinda. April wanted Cooper, but Coop wants to go to LA and try movies. Rachel recommended me to April, and the rest is history.”

“So I was right about nepotism,” Kurt grinned.

“Hey, I went into the audition with a false name. I wanted to get the role on my own merit and I did. April didn’t know that I was Cooper’s brother until after I got the part.”

“I’m just teasing. If you made it into NYADA, you have to be incredible. I auditioned and I didn’t get in, even though I nailed my audition.”

“I bet you did,” Blaine smiled. “But Madam Tibbedeaux is a tough critic. She failed me once because I did a duet instead of a solo for a performance. She said I broke the rules.”

“Sounds like you kinda did, but sometimes you gotta throw your plans out the window and just trust your gut. It sounds like that was the wrong time to do it, but you learned from it, right?” Kurt chuckled.

“I did,” Blaine replied, smiling fondly at Kurt. “Tell me about you though. “Are you in school? You said you didn’t get into NYADA.”

“No. I go to NYU, but it’s ok. I audition a lot. It hasn’t really gotten me anywhere yet, until now, since I don’t have the hookup like you do,” Kurt teased..”

“Hey, I could’ve helped you out if you’d told me you were an actor. All that time you helped us unpack and you didn’t say anything,” Blaine replied, shrugging his shoulders.

“But you did. April said you requested me.” They were interrupted by the Keurig once more. Kurt quickly got up and retrieved his tea and came directly back to the table.

“You were the best. Besides, the only other person that came in that could do the part had onion breath. No thanks,” Blaine laughed.

“DAMMIT!”

Blaine looked up at the ceiling. ” Wow! You weren’t kidding. You can hear everything.”

Kurt looked down at the steaming liquid in his mug and took a sip of his tea. “Oh, you don’t even want to know. But usually I just hear a lot of music,” Kurt lied, feeling the heat on his cheeks. “I’ve heard you play through the ceiling, both of you. I’m more partial to your songs as opposed to Sam’s. I mean, “Red Solo Cup is stupid,” Kurt said, rolling his eyes. “You have more of an eclectic taste. I especially enjoy your Disney and Broadway covers, especially ‘Sugar Daddy’ from Hedwig.”

“I didn’t know that you could hear that.” Now Blaine really was blushing as he finished his tea.

Kurt laughed. “I told you that I can hear a lot.”

Blaine’s head dropped to his hands in mock shame. “Well, at least you couldn’t see me in my high heels, fishnets and denim skirt.”

“I’d pay to see that,” Kurt laughed.

“You don’t have to. I’d let you see it for free,” Blaine smirked as he pulled up a picture on his phone.

“Wait, you aren’t kidding?” Kurt laughed. “God, when was this?”

“Halloween last year. It’s my dream role,” he laughed. “That or Harry Potter in that Starkid musical. That just sounds like a blast.”

“Oh my God, that would be awesome. I’d love to be in a Very Potter Musical show too. But I’d probably be cast as Fred Weasley.”

“I know she’s not in that version, but you would so be Professor McGonagall,” Blaine replied with a knowing wink.

“Oh my God! How did you know she was my favorite!” Kurt practically squealed.

“Because she’s amazing! And so are you,” Blaine replied. “Alright, are you ready to rehearse?” Blaine asked, rising from his chair. He pushed it back under the table as Kurt stood up and stretched.

“Yeah. Where did you want to start?” Kurt asked as he walked back into the living room. “Did you want to work on ‘As Long As You're Mine’ right now?”

“Yeah, let’s do it,” Blaine replied.

Kurt felt his cheeks flush as heat went through his face. He nodded. “From the top?”

“As opposed to the bottom,” Blaine chuckled. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Definitely, not from where I’m standing, anyway,” Blaine said, flirtatiously as he glanced at Kurt’s ass briefly and leaned in toward Kurt. “Did you want to start on the floor? Like we did at your callback? Get into character?

Kurt could feel himself start to perspire. Worse, when Blaine put his hand on his waist and slowly got down on his knees so he could get in his starting position for the number, Kurt felt his pants get tighter. Shit. This would get awkward fast. Blaine cupped Kurt’s face.

Kurt pulled away and turned around awkwardly. “Um, I- we could try one of the other songs. I’m not sure it’s a good idea to work on this one right now,” Kurt said, biting his lip and backing away a little. He was getting aroused and the last thing he needed was for Blaine to notice or make the situation worse. As close as they had to be during this scene, it could get really awkward fast.

Blaine nodded. “Ok. But we don’t share very many songs together. Actually, this one is it,” Blaine pouted.

Kurt squirmed, willing his mind to think of unsexy thoughts because his body was still riled up just from the thought of being close to Blaine. “Yeah, but it’s so - intimate,” Kurt admitted, bashfully turning red. “And I just don’t know how comfortable I feel like we barely know each other and then we have to-”

Blaine took Kurt’s hand in his and nodded. “Yeah, I get it. That makes sense, and if you aren’t comfortable doing this yet, we can practice it another time. But you did great today.”

“It was different. I was on the stage and running on an adrenaline high. I mean, I was trying to impress Rachel, April, Cooper, and-um you.”

“You did,” Blaine said earnestly. “You’re great. But I will warn you that April gets a little personal. You heard her today, and we didn’t even get that deep into the song. She’ll want us to really go for it.”

“Oh God! Like how personal?” Kurt groaned.

“This is an intimate song, with several kisses and we’ll have to be really close,” Blaine replied. “Like this,” Blaine said, stepping in. “Are you ok with that? If I’m making you uncomfortable, we could work on something else for a while. Work up to it eventually.”

“No, it’s ok. I just need a minute,” Kurt said, taking a breath. “Are you sure Sam is ok with this? I mean, he’s right upstairs.”

“I could call him to come and give us feedback,” Blaine suggested. “He’s done that before, when I’ve rehearsed. We’ve even read together when I have auditions. Sam’s surprisingly up for almost anything.”

Kurt turned red. ”Um, no. Definitely not. Let’s just try to get the vocals down. We can work on the choreography later.”

“Whatever makes you most comfortable,” Blaine nodded. “Tell you what. Let me just start the track.” Blaine pulled up the track on iTunes on his phone. “I downloaded this to rehearse with. I’ll let you take the lead. I’ll follow you, ok. You start the song, so I’ll just follow you.

The music started and Kurt took both of Blaine’s hands in his own as the music began. Kurt opened his mouth to sing.

Kiss me too fiercely

Hold me too tight

I need help believing

You're with me tonight

Kurt moved in toward Blaine, dropping one of his hands and cupping his face. Blaine then took his now free hand and placed it on Kurt’s waist. Kurt nodded as if to say this was ok.

My wildest dreamings

Could not foresee

Blaine’s other hand slid into Kurt’s hair, removing a strand from his face.

Lying beside you

With you wanting me

Kurt moved in closer, caressing Blaine’s hand that had moved from his hair to his cheek. Kurt’s other hand wrapped loosely around Blaine’s neck.

And just for this moment

As long as you're mine

One of Kurt’s hands slid across Blaine’s shoulder and down his chest. The other was still cupping his cheek.

I've lost all resistance

And crossed some border line

Kurt slid his fingers down Blaine’s jaw and traced down his neck. He leaned in so their bodies were closer still. Blaine slid his hand around Kurt’s trim waist.

And if it turns out

It's over too fast

I'll make every last moment last

As long as you're mine

Kurt leaned in so his and Blaine’s bodies were nearly pressed together. He could feel Blaine’s breath on his skin. ‘Kiss him before his solo. Kiss him!’ his brain cried. He cupped Blaine’s jaw, leaned in and…

CRASH! “OH SHIT! FUCK!”

Blaine jerked away as he reached into his pocket. His phone was vibrating.

Blaine pulled away from Kurt immediately. He grabbed his phone from his back pocket. “It’s Sam! I need to answer this. Sorry. Sam, I heard you screaming. Are you ok? You did what? OH MY GOD! I’ll be right there.”

“Blaine? What happened? Is Sam ok?”

“Yeah, but I need to go,” Blaine said, rushing out the door, the door almost slamming behind him.

Kurt ran his fingers through his own hair and pulled. What the hell was that? He nearly kissed Blaine. His boyfriend was in the apartment above him and they had their hands all over each other.

It was the song, Kurt rationalized. It was even written in the script that Elphaba and Fiyero were supposed to kiss right at that moment. He was just getting pulled in by the music. The melodies weren’t responsible for the sensory overload he felt everywhere, from the tingling in his fingers and the places on his skin where Blaine had touched him to the scent of coffee and raspberry still in his nostrils where Blaine had been so close to him. The music wasn’t what was making him more aroused than he had ever been in his life.

He was being pulled in by lust and desire for Blaine. Gorgeous, perfect Blaine.

“DAMMIT SAM!” Kurt heard Blaine cry out, but he didn’t hear anything else. He didn’t want to. He grabbed his noise-canceling earbuds and shoved them into his ears. He didn’t need to hear anything from his neighbors tonight. Blaine loved Sam, and Kurt almost caused Blaine to cheat.

But it wasn’t cheating. Blaine was acting. He had his perfectly-sculpted model boyfriend. He didn’t want Kurt. He was pretending. The problem was that Kurt wasn’t. Tonight, he’d lie in his bed and not sleep, replaying every moment that they were in each other’s arms, replaying the lyrics over and over in his mind, feeling every line throughout his body and soul because they were all true.

Except none of them were. Because the lyrics said as long as you’re mine. And Blaine wasn’t his. He was Sam’s.

Kurt wanted to scream and cry all at once. He knew how Elphaba must’ve felt, longing for Fiyero although he was engaged to Glinda. Kurt clenched his fist. Blaine was Sam’s, not his. He couldn’t be responsible for Blaine cheating, even if Blaine said Sam was cool with it. Because he himself wasn’t ok with touching and kissing a man day in, day out when he was so overcome with desire and lust for him.

Kurt knew what he needed to do. As much as he wanted the part, he needed to march directly up to April and tell her the bad news. She would need to find a new Elphaba because he was turning the role down.

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