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Just a Crush (Definitely Not an Obsession)

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“Tana, his arm was wrapped around his shoulder and they were laughing.”

 

No. They were laughing?”

 

“You’re being mean,” Blaine says, with no heat behind it.

 

“You’re being obsessive,” Santana replies before looking up at the waitress before the waitress can even speak. “Bottomless mimosas. For both of us.”

 

The waitress walks away and Santana picks up her small menu, blocking her eyes from Blaine’s. Affronted, Blaine reaches over the small table and gently lowers Santana’s menu so he can see her face.

 

She rolls her eyes.

 

Please ,” Blaine whines pathetically.

 

“I’ve told you, time and time again, the only way to find out if he’s single is to ask him.”

 

“And I’ve told you , time and time again, that he doesn’t even know who I am. I can’t just go up to him and ask him randomly.”

 

“You’re worse than a lesbian,” Santana replies, though she places her menu on the table and gives Blaine her full attention.

 

“I’m not trying to U-Haul with him! I just want one date.”

 

“And then two dates, and then you’ll move in with him.”

 

Blaine wants to groan, he wants to roll his eyes, he wants to point out the stereotypes that Santana continues to throw at him. But all he does is laugh.

 

“Just because that happened with you and Dani doesn’t mean it will happen with me and Kurt. Also, it’s worked out so far with you and Dani, so I have no idea why you’re using that example as if it were a bad thing.”

 

She rolls her eyes. “Blaine, I’m saying this in the nicest way possible; I’m tired of hearing about your crush. Don’t talk to me about it until something new happens. You’ve spent three weeks pining over a guy you met at a party one time and haven’t talked to since.”

 

“Fine,” Blaine pouts. “At least I have Sam to talk to.”

 

When the waitress comes back with their mimosas, they each order brunch and Blaine spends the next few hours catching up with the first friend he made in New York six years ago as a baby faced freshman.

 

“So how’s Dani? What’s new with her?”

 

“Not much,” Santana replies.

 

“Astounding details! Magnificent!”

 

Santana rolls her eyes. “She’s doing well. I brought up moving again and she told me that I’m throwing away the first good opportunity I’ve had in a while. We fought, she stormed out, she came back, and then we had make-up sex.”

 

“So she really doesn’t want to come back?” Blaine asks, fearing the answer that he already knows.

 

“It seems not,” Santana says quietly, tentatively, and with a bone-deep sadness.

 

About ten months ago, Santana got a job in Yonkers, and unable to live in the city and pay her bills, she reluctantly accepted the position. It was the steadiest, highest-paying job she was offered, and she couldn’t turn down the opportunity to be financially secure. So she packed up and moved north, her girlfriend Dani following her.

 

The only problem is that Santana hates Yonkers more than she expected to. She misses staying up all night in a city that’s always moving. She misses hanging out with lesbians at bars and clubs. She misses being in the middle of the city, with loads of opportunities at her fingertips.

 

Dani, surprisingly, loves Yonkers. Blaine thinks that might become a slight point of contention when they inevitably get engaged, and Dani wants to stay outside of the city while Santana wants to move back. She’s been saying for the past three or so months that when she hits the twelve-month mark at her job, she’s reapplying to positions in Brooklyn, Manhattan, and Queens, because she just doesn’t think that she can do Yonkers for more than absolutely necessary.

 

Overall, though, she’s hesitant to talk with Blaine about this stuff, and it sometimes feels like pulling teeth when talking to her about her new life.

 

“Things could change,” Blaine offers hopefully.

 

Santana shrugs, but doesn’t reply otherwise.

 

After the food comes, she changes the conversation, and the rest of their brunch has a much happier tone to it.

 

The minute he gets home, though, he goes straight to Sam to complain about Santana’s lack of interest in his ill-fated love life. Sam does what Sam does best: he uh-huh’s at all the right spots, throws in a few, “Awh man, that stinks,” just to add some spice, and mm-hmms when he sees fit.

 

“I’m boring you, aren’t I?” Blaine asks, after finishing retelling the story of how he saw Kurt last night at a club with another man’s arm around his shoulder, looking cozy and comfortable and definitely like they’re in a long term, committed relationship, possibly already discussing china patterns and the names of their future children.

 

“Not boring me,” Sam replies. “Driving me crazy though.”

 

Blaine’s jaw drops. This is a betrayal! He’s sure of it.

 

“Geeze,” Sam replies, confusion written on his face. “Lighten up, Blaine. You just talk about him every other day. Maybe you should, like...y’know, forget about him.”

 

Blaine sighs and collapses on the couch.

 

“I tried to forget about him,” he admits. “But then I saw him last night.”

 

“And now you’re back to being obsessed.”

 

“Not obsessed!” Blaine defends.

 

“You’re obsessed.”

 

“You and Tana need to stop talking about me behind my back,” Blaine replies.

 

“Dude,” Sam says, sitting next to him. “It’s just that you met him one time.”

 

“But we really connected. And he’s really cool. And now I feel like I see him everywhere.”

 

“So why don’t you just go up and say hi, then?”

 

Blaine mulls the idea around in his head, grabbing a couch pillow and hugging it around his chest.

 

“Just think about it, okay?” Sam says, patting Blaine on the knee before standing up and heading into the hallway. “And like, until then, stop annoying Santana about it. Or she’ll take matters into her own hands.”

 

In the end, that’s enough of a threat to make Blaine  extensively practice conversation starters in the shower the next morning.

 


 

Blaine will readily admit that he knows absolutely nothing about the elusive Kurt.

 

They met at a party that a mutual friend was holding, when halfway through the night their two separate groups of friends ended up melding into one, and conversation flowed freely. Blaine would love to ask around about Kurt, but he doesn’t feel comfortable calling up the person who hosted the party to ask about Kurt, since Blaine’s not very close with Chandler in the first place. So he fell into sleuth mode and began searching for him online, but without knowing a last name it didn’t get very far.

 

But Blaine’s certain that there is something between them. Even if it’s only friendship, he wants to chase that spark. They connected so quickly and so easily, and ended up spending the entire party together until Kurt exited when a dashingly handsome man--who Blaine has since found trailing Kurt throughout the city--tapped Kurt on the shoulder and asked, “You ready?”

 

His friends don’t understand why he hasn’t forgotten about Kurt. It’s not like Blaine hasn’t been in similar situations in which he’s met really cool people who he’s only destined to know for four or so hours. But before Kurt left, Blaine had his phone out to hand to Kurt for his phone number. Something that Kurt asked him for. And the fact that it was Kurt’s distracted exit that stopped him from swapping numbers with Blaine is leaving Blaine a little bit wrecked. That loose end is not something that’s sitting well with him.

 

He’s pretty sure that he’s figured out what he wants to say the next time his path crosses Kurt’s. Now all he has to do is wait. It’s a grace period that Blaine actually enjoys. Instead of winding him up, it calms him down. He knows what he wants to say, and he knows he’ll have the chance to say it, he just doesn’t quite know when.

 

That time comes a little out of the blue.

 

On his way to the subway after work just a few days later, Blaine spots Kurt sitting on a bench in a small park, next to his possibly-friend-but-most-likely-lifelong-partner-slash-lover-with-whom-he-owns-two-dogs-and-a-goldfish. He pauses in immediate surprise, and it’s a quick enough stop that Blaine actually feels the afterwaves of his legs wanting to continue forward, and he stumbles a step.

 

He spends about four seconds trying to convince himself to just go home and take Sam and Santana’s advice that it’s not just a lost cause, but a ridiculous one at that. But before he knows it his legs are taking him over to Kurt’s bench. His saving grace is the fact that he has his portion of the conversation memorized. He only hopes that it goes according to plan.

 

Thankfully Kurt and his friend look up right when Blaine arrives, meaning he doesn’t have to worry about executing the fake cough he originally figured he’d have to start with.

 

“Hi?” The guy next to Kurt says, looking up at Blaine with confusion bordering on annoyance.

 

He’s sitting close enough to Kurt that their legs are touching, but their bodies are otherwise separated.

 

“Hi,” Blaine says, making sure that he’s not sounding too excited nor too nervous. “I know this is strange, but I think we met at a party a few weeks ago, and I figured there was no harm in coming over to say hi.”

 

The one guy is still looking at Blaine like Blaine’s making a situation awkward, but Kurt’s face immediately lights up.

 

“Blaine! Yes!” He turns to the guy next to him and says, “Blaine was at Chandler’s party last month. He’s the guy I talked with about Britain’s experimental theatre troops and how it shaped America’s avant-garde movement.”

 

Kurt remembering Blaine’s name does something to Blaine, and he skips a breath while internally throwing a party at how well this is going thus far.

 

The guy next to Kurt blinks a few times, like he’s trying to loosen up a dry contact, and rubs his finger against his temple. “I’m suddenly remembering why I ditched you at that party.”

 

“It was a thrilling discussion with a very animated conversation partner,” Kurt says, moving over a bit closer to the guy, forcing him to scooch over to the end of the bench. “Here, Blaine, sit down. Are you on your way somewhere?”

 

“No, no,” Blaine replies, sitting down swiftly. “I just left work, actually, and I’m free. For a while. All night, really.”

 

It’s not entirely true--Blaine has a boxing class at his gym in a few hours, but he will gladly skip that if it means he can spend some quality time with Kurt, who remembered Blaine’s name, and apparently had a rather exhilarating time speaking with Blaine all those weeks ago.

 

“We were just catching up before Sebastian went out to happy hour with some frie--oh my god, I’m so rude,” Kurt says, eyes wide in sudden embarrassment. “I’ve never introduced you! Sebastian, this is Blaine. Blaine, this is Sebastian.”

 

Sebastian sticks his hand out over Kurt’s lap, and Blaine grabs it, giving it a soft pump.

 

“Nice to meet you,” Sebastian says. “Kurt hasn’t been able to shut up about the fact that someone else found Forced Entertainment’s performance of Tomorrow’s Parties riveting.”

 

“It was stupendous, and you’d know it if you ever saw it!” Kurt defends.

 

Sebastian smiles and holds his hands up in surrender. “Something I won’t disagree with, my love.”

 

Blaine’s stomach drops a bit, but he’s watching close enough to see Kurt roll his eyes and turn his body towards Blaine.

 

“So, you work around here?”

 

Blaine nods. “Yeah, just a few blocks down. It’s so nice outside, so I thought I’d walk a few stops up and enjoy the weather before catching a subway. How about you both?”

 

“Sebastian works around the corner. I work...a bit of everywhere, I guess. The world is my office.”

 

“It sounds nice to have that kind of flexibility. Do you work from home, or…?”

 

“Yeah,” Kurt nods. “I mean, I have an office I can go into if I want, and I tend to spend at least one or two days a week there. But it’s nice to be able to work wherever I find inspiration.”

 

Blaine racks his brain, trying to remember exactly what Kurt does for a living.

 

“You’re a...fashion designer? For theatre, right?”

 

Kurt wags his head back and forth, as if deliberating what Blaine said.

 

“I do a lot of freelance work. I design costumes for stage productions, but also write for Vogue.com . I make my own clothes, and I’m able to sell them here and there, because of the connections I’ve made through Vogue . Nothing major--just a few scarves and bowties. I do alterations mostly, to bring in some extra cash. But yeah--a little all over the place.”

 

“Do you like it?” Blaine asks, crossing his legs and settling in.

 

“I love it. I feel like I don’t have to settle down yet, and I like having my hands in different projects. It means I work a lot, and have a lot of really off hours, but at the end of the day I love everything I do.”

 

“That’s amazing,” Blaine says, trying, and failing, to not get carried away by how romantic it sounds to have your hands in so many creative projects that inspire you.

 

“What about you?” Kurt replies. “I feel so bad--I can’t quite remember what you do. But I know that you work in theatre.”

 

“I work in communications at The Public,” Blaine replies.

 

“Oh, that sounds fantastic,” Kurt says, smiling wide and jumping a bit in his seat. “You have to tell me all about it! What do you do?”

 

“I run social media, I work with donors, coordinate ticket sales for major events. It’s a bit of a catch-all, really, which I enjoy. I still want to act, and this job gives me the opportunity to network and really learn how a theatre works, how it’s run, how it thrives and how it sinks. The business side of it is a lot more interesting than I ever knew, and I think I used to take it for granted that a theatre company just exists, without knowing how it runs.”

 

He hopes what he’s saying makes sense, but if the look on Kurt’s face means anything, then Blaine knows that he’s met someone who is just as excited about his job as he is. Though it makes sense, with Kurt being so interested in fashion and working for Vogue.com, he likely understands how fascinating the inner workings of a creative business can be.

 

“Amazing,” Kurt sighs, like he’s in awe. “That is so cool. Sebastian,” he says, turning away from Blaine, “isn’t that so cool?”

 

Blaine, suddenly feeling awful that he’s neglected Sebastian in this entire conversation, turns towards him pointedly, and vows to include him in the rest of the conversation.

 

“Yeah,” Sebastian replies cordially. “I’ve seen a few shows there and loved it.”

 

“I’m glad,” Blaine replies, for lack of anything better to say. “What do you, uhm, do? For a living.”

 

“Nothing,” Sebastian says, before getting an elbow to the stomach. “ Ow, Kurt. Geeze.” He turns back towards Blaine. “I’m actually in graduate school, getting my Master of Architecture. And I’m currently interning at an architecture firm.”

 

“Wow,” Blaine says, momentarily speechless. “That sounds really interesting.”

 

“I enjoy it. There’s a level of creativity involved that I think a lot of people forget about, especially when so many buildings look the exact same and have incredibly little character.” There’s an edge of spiciness there, like people have attacked him for his career choice before, and for some reason Blaine feels intent on not being one of those people.

 

“No, that’s amazing, to design buildings or parks or fountains. To be on the cutting edge of design like that--everyone will see your work. I just wish I knew more about architecture so we could talk about it in depth.”

 

He immediately makes a mental note to go to the bookstore and buy an introductory architecture book, both as a way to expand his knowledge, and also as a way to get into Kurt’s possible boyfriend-cum-lover’s good graces.

 

“He’s honestly fantastic at what he does,” Kurt chimes in, smiling at Sebastian. “Good enough to be smug about it, too.”

 

Sebastian laughs, and he and Kurt share a moment that is both entirely adorable to Blaine and also a tad bittersweet.

 

“Anyway,” Sebastian says after checking his watch, “It’s about time I head out.”

 

He stands up and grabs his suit jacket, which is lying over the back of the bench.

 

“It was nice meeting you, Blaine,” he says, sticking his hand out for a quick shake. “Maybe we’ll run into each other again.”

 

“Yeah, that’d be great,” Blaine says as Sebastian walks away.

 

It takes him less than a second to realize that he’s now alone with Kurt, and that if he wants to continue hanging with Kurt then now’s the time to make his move.

 

Right when he’s about to open his mouth to ask if Kurt would like to grab a drink, Kurt grabs his jacket and turns towards Blaine.

 

“Unfortunately I have to head out. But I never did get your number at the party did I?”

 

Blaine shakes his head dumbly. “No, I don’t think so.”

 

“Would it be strange if I asked for it?” Kurt asks, doubt shadowing his face.

 

“Not at all,” Blaine replies with a small grin. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, unlocks it, and brings up the new contact form before handing it over. “It would be great to meet up again, if you’re interested.”

 

“Absolutely.” Kurt replies, handing Blaine the phone back. “I texted myself from it so I have your number. We can plan something for the coming weeks?”

 

Kurt stands up, and Blaine nods, standing up, too.

 

“Absolutely.”

 

“Well, it was nice seeing you again, Blaine,” Kurt smiles.

 

“You, too,” Blaine says.

 

Kurt laughs and gives a little wave, before turning around and walking away.

 

Blaine’s left there feeling numb and excited and completely overwhelmed, and he does a tiny, maniacal dance for a second until he is able to compose himself and walk to the subway. He’s in such high spirits that he walks nearly a mile until he feels like he’s capable to standing still on a subway train and goes down to the station.