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#5
these inconvenient fireworks - chapter 10
Title: these inconvenient fireworks
Fandom: glee
Link: FF.net (T rated version). AO3. Tumblr.
Warnings: None apply.
Rating: Mature to explicit. (we finally earn it!).
Pairings: Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson, very slight Kurt/Adam at the beginning.
Written for the @fandomtrumpshate 2020 charity auction for @sunshineoptimismandangels. Completed as part of the @wipbigbang project. Artwork by kaydrew86/aaweth-edain. Thanks to @snarkyhag, @wowbright, and @slowcookedwriting for their handholding, cheerleading, and betaing of this fic. This fic really did require a village.
Summary: After an unexpected Tony award, Kurt Hummel is Broadway's hottest up and coming star, which comes with expectations and some admirers that won't take a hint. When his best friend Elliott Gilbert suggests that they pretend to fake-date to get the leeches to back off, Kurt takes him up on the idea. It's all working out great - until Kurt starts to fall hard for the dark-haired music director of his latest musical.
Read the tenth and final chapter on AO3, the safe for work version on FF.net, or click below to continue reading on tumblr.
*
“Fifteen minutes until curtain!”
“Shit!”
“You’ve got this.” Blaine murmurs encouragingly, his voice pitched low and calm. “Eyes closed. Keep breathing in through your nose … hold 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and out through your mouth, 2, 3, 4. And again. In…. hold…. out.”
The women of the chorus cluster around him, dressed in their black and white habits of the first act, holding hands as they breathe. For some, it’s their first professional performance and sudden nerves had cropped up when he had gathered them for a quick vocal warm-up.
He takes them through the routine of singing scales, gives them a lozenge, and guides them through the meditative breathing as their anxiety decreases. “Alright, you can breathe normally and open your eyes.”
He looks at each one of his girls and his eyes become a little misty. “You are going to be marvelous tonight.” He tells them. “Your hard work these last few months has paid off and look at where you are. You deserve this. I am so proud of you. Now go kick butt.”
He hugs each of them fiercely, sending them to their spot to wait for the curtain to rise and putters around the little alcove just off the stage, where he has water, tea with honey, lemon slices, and throat lozenges set up to soothe their throats in between performances.
Brad is conducting the orchestra tonight—he and Blaine will switch off conducting performances after this—so there isn’t much for him to do doing the performance itself, other than supporting his cast and reassuring them against last minute nerves. Blaine’s restless as he flits backstage, their collective nervousness rubbing off on him, but he’s also confident in their abilities.
Blaine honestly can’t process how much his life has changed in the last two weeks. He and Brad had managed to create an orchestral version of his song and got it recorded in the studio in two days, a feat that Blaine’s still not sure how they managed. He now has an agent recommended by Wes, Santana Lopez, who has a sharp mind and equally sharp tongue. With her help, he’s been navigating the multiple recording deal offers that have cropped up—going viral means that everybody is eager to sign him, but with Santana’s help, he’s making sure that he’s doing what he wants to do.
Mercedes and Marley have also taken him under his wing. During the final weeks of dress rehearsals, they were on set much more frequently, so Blaine has been able to make sure there were no lingering hard feelings with the addition of his song. He’s had dinner with them a couple of times where they’ve talked about the pitfalls of composing music and navigating the complex music scene. Blaine’s grateful that he has the play’s opening to focus on, which allows him a touch of breathing room while he contemplates his future career.
“Knock, knock.” A voice says behind him, jolting him from his thoughts. .
Blaine whirls around. “Hi! Why aren’t you on stage? They’re calling for you.”
Kurt waves away his concerns with one hand. “Oh, I know. I just wanted to give you this first.” He whips out a bouquet of red and yellow roses from behind his back. “To thank you for all that you’ve done for me. These are to celebrate you.”
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36 notes • Posted 2021-11-28 15:41:12 GMT
#4
these inconvenient fireworks - chapter 7
Title: these inconvenient fireworks
Fandom: glee Link: FF.net (T rated version). AO3.
Warnings: None apply.
Rating: Mature to explicit.
Pairings: Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson, very slight Kurt/Adam at the beginning.
Thanks to @snarkyhag, @wowbright, and @slowcookedwriting for their handholding, cheerleading, and betaing of this fic. This fic really did require a village.
Written for the @fandomtrumpshate 2020 charity auction for @sunshineoptimismandangels. Completed as part of the @wipbigbang project.
Summary: After an unexpected Tony award, Kurt Hummel is Broadway's hottest up and coming star, which comes with expectations and some admirers that won't take a hint. When his best friend Elliott Gilbert suggests that they pretend to fake-date to get the leeches to back off, Kurt takes him up on the idea. It's all working out great - until Kurt starts to fall hard for dark-haired music director of his latest musical.
Read the seventh chapter on AO3, the completed (safe for work version) fic on FF.net, or click below to continue reading on tumblr.
*
Kurt rings the doorbell and waits patiently in the growing twilight. He glances down at his watch and winces at the time. Thankfully, Dani doesn’t seem to be annoyed when she opens the door.
“Sorry I’m late,” Kurt greets Dani with a kiss. “Unique wouldn’t let me go.”
“Elliott’s not here yet either.” She takes his jacket and leads him down the stairs to the little basement studio that she and Elliott have rented as practice space. “I’m just glad you were able to squeeze us in. You’re what, eight weeks from opening night?”
“Six.” He corrects. “Six very short weeks. Those three weeks waiting for the music and scripts made for very inefficient rehearsals so it’s an all consuming chaos now that they’re here. Unique has stepped up the pressure on rehearsals and all of a sudden, everybody’s realized that it’s all just half-baked and is scrambling.”
“You love it though.” Dani says.
“I do. I really do.” Kurt admits, as he squeezes into the room. The walls are covered in dark insulating foam and various instruments clutter every surface. His type A personality itches at the disorganization, but Dani would have his head if he tried to clean up—she thrives in the chaos. “I love giving myself over to the character and figuring out what makes him tick and I love watching all of the pieces come together. It’s why I did this in the first place. It’s rewarding, but gods, is it exhausting.”
Between stage direction, dance instruction, costume fittings, and music sessions with Blaine, Kurt often finds himself collapsing in bed late in the evening only to arise early and start all over again. The intensity drives him, though, as he seeks perfection in the emotional impact of his lines. “Brian” slips on like a wet suit every morning: a cocky and self-assured personage, with depths of brittle vulnerability that he only shows to those he trusts—traits Kurt recognizes all too well in himself. He wonders if this is why Ryan Durphy picked him to play the autobiographical role.
“Well, thanks for taking time to do this charity show with your old band. It really means a lot to me and Elliott.” Dani says, clearing a spot on the sofa. Kurt plops down beside her. “How’s Adam? Is it still awkward?”
“Surprisingly no. He’s completely over me, I think, and contrary to my fears, working with him has actually been enjoyable. It’s fun to lean into the mature, comfortable love of a long-time relationship that Brian and David have, you know? Unique makes sure that every argument we have has that sturdy foundation, so it’s a challenge.”
“And the songs? Was it worth the wait?” She teases.
“Nothing was worth that wait.” Kurt laughs. “The music is good though. The composers are new but talented.I’m pretty sure their motto was to make it as gay as possible. I’m singing more than one love song and then another to our unborn child and even though this is a comedy, it honestly makes me want to cry sometimes.”
“Aww, really?”
“When I was growing up, I longed to sing a romantic duet with a boy, with a song written specifically for two men, and now I get to sing it for young boys all over the world. And Blaine’s amazing on the piano, so it just sounds incredible even in practice. I can’t wait to hear how the full orchestration is going to sound.”
“Who’s Blaine?”
“Hmm? Oh, he’s the assistant music director. He’s mostly taken over for Brad. He’s from Ohio and actually taught for several years where I went to high school if you can believe it.”
They talk for a few minutes more, before the door is flung open and Elliott and his partner Chaz walk in. “Darlings!” Elliott declares in a dramatic fashion, “I hope you didn’t start without me.”
“Of course not. Kurt’s just been catching me up on all of the gossip.” Dani stands up to greet them both.
Chaz leans down and gives Kurt a hug and kiss. “Good to see you, Kurt.”
Elliott looks down at Kurt, a look of confusion on his face. “Kurt? Do I know a Kurt? Oh, you mean, my fake boyfriend who has no time for me?”
Kurt rolls his eyes. “I just saw you yesterday. But speaking of that, I don’t think I need you as a fake boyfriend anymore.”
Elliott gasps dramatically. “Is it me? Am I not taking care of your needs as your lover? Am I too needy?”
“Yes, it’s you. I don’t have time to balance faking a relationship along with everything else. Besides, everything is fine between Adam and me, and Chandler hasn’t gotten any more creepy than he already was. Services rendered.”
“Or maybe it’s because you have replaced me with—" he pauses dramatically "—your music director?”
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36 notes • Posted 2021-11-15 10:14:21 GMT
#3
these inconvenient fireworks - chapter 4
Title: these inconvenient fireworks
Fandom: glee
Link: FF.net (T rated version). AO3.
Warnings: None apply.
Rating: Mature to explicit. (It's a little more steamy in this one)
Pairings: Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson, very slight Kurt/Adam at the beginning.
Thanks to @snarkyhag, @wowbright, and @slowcookedwriting for their handholding, cheerleading, and betaing of this fic. This fic really did require a village.
Written for the @fandomtrumpshate 2020 charity auction for @sunshineoptimismandangels. Completed as part of the @wipbigbang project.
Summary: After an unexpected Tony award, Kurt Hummel is Broadway's hottest up and coming star, which comes with expectations and some admirers that won't take a hint. When his best friend Elliott Gilbert suggests that they pretend to fake-date to get the leeches to back off, Kurt takes him up on the idea. It's all working out great - until Kurt starts to fall hard for dark-haired music director of his latest musical.
Read the fourth chapter on AO3, the completed (but censored) fic on FF.net, or click below to continue reading on tumblr.
*
Blaine hopes that the “fish out of water” feeling will fade away soon, but he’s been here in New York City for a week and he still feels completely out of his element. He has moved in temporarily with the female star of the show, Tina Cohen-Chang, while he looks for a more permanent apartment. Blaine hasn’t even had a chance to meet the majority of the people that he’s going to be working with. The main cast started rehearsals with the script last week, but the music isn’t quite ready yet. Today’s the first day where he’ll meet up with the music director and finally have some information on his responsibilities.
He winds his way between the seats to the main stage. There’s the usual bustle of the stagehands working on the sets and lighting, but the orchestra pit is empty and none of the actors or chorus are here yet. Blaine should have waited for Tina, but he was so excited and nervous for his first day that he had left their apartment shortly after sunrise, waiting impatiently across the street at a hole in the wall diner until the stage door was unlocked.
The brief email had instructed him to come to the rehearsal hall but, try as he might, he’s unable to locate a room that would fit that description. There’s the main stage, the storage section for the sets, and a large dressing area, but no rooms. He circles around.
“Excuse me,” he touches the shoulder of a man passing by to grab his attention. “It’s my first day and I’m—”
The man turns and Blaine’s words catch in his mouth.
It’s Kurt Hummel. Kurt Hummel whose face decorated a plaque outside of Blaine’s office, dedicated to McKinley’s most successful graduates, that Blaine passed every day. Kurt Hummel who has brought back Broadway’s golden age with his ethereal voice and powerful acting and stunning profile and genuine kindness is standing in front of him. “Yes?”
“I’m … I’m Blaine.” He recovers, a faint blushes rising to his cheeks (at least he hopes it’s faint). “I’m the music. Music director, I mean, the assistant music director, and I’m a little lost.”
Kurt holds out his hand and grips Blaine’s in greeting. His handshake is firm and his hand is soft and warm and Blaine—
Blaine needs to concentrate on what Kurt’s asking. “Where are you going?”
“The rehearsal room?” Blaine supplies. “I’m supposed to be meeting Brad there.”
“It’s in the basement. You take the stairs from the lobby but, come on, there’s a short-cut back here.” Kurt tugs on Blaine’s hand and Blaine blushes again, realizing that he hadn’t dropped it since then had shook hands.
“Thanks.” Blaine mumbles, dropping his hand.
“I’m Kurt, by the way.”
“I know,” Blaine says and blushes deeper in mortification at sounding like a fanboy. “I mean. I recognized you from your picture.”
Kurt laughs, a soft and warm sound, and Blaine instantly wants to make him laugh more. “I guess I have gotten to the recognizable stage. But I’m glad it wasn’t because we had worked together in the past and I had forgotten you.”
“No, this is my first show,” Blaine admits. “At least here in New York.”
“Did you just move here then?”
He nods as Kurt directs them down a narrow spiral staircase. “Yeah. From Ohio.”
“Really? I’m from Ohio, too.”
“I know. I mean. McKinley School of Performing Arts? I’ve taught there for the last five years. And your picture still hangs in the hall of fame.”
“Mckinley? Really? My gosh, I haven’t been back there in years. Is Will Schuester still the principal?”
“Yeah.”
“Is he… oh, I shouldn’t say this, but, um, he was a lousy teacher at times. Is he better as a principal?”
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#2
these inconvenient fireworks - chapter 3
Title: these inconvenient fireworks
Fandom: glee
Link: FF.net (T rated version). AO3.
Warnings: None apply.
Rating: Mature to explicit.
Pairings: Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson, very slight Kurt/Adam at the beginning.
Thanks to @snarkyhag, @wowbright, and @slowcookedwriting for their handholding, cheerleading, and betaing of this fic. This fic really did require a village.
Written for the @fandomtrumpshate 2020 charity auction for @sunshineoptimismandangels. Completed as part of the @wipbigbang project.
Summary: After an unexpected Tony award, Kurt Hummel is Broadway's hottest up and coming star, which comes with expectations and some admirers that won't take a hint. When his best friend Elliott Gilbert suggests that they pretend to fake-date to get the leeches to back off, Kurt takes him up on the idea. It's all working out great - until Kurt starts to fall hard for dark-haired music director of his latest musical.
Read the second chapter on AO3, the completed (but censored) fic on FF.net, or click below to continue reading on tumblr.
*
Chapter 3
Kurt slides into the booth with a groan, picking up the pot of coffee before he even takes off his scarf. His friends watch in amusement as he adds a heaping scoop of sugar and tops it with cream. Usually he takes his coffee just black, but after his day…
Dani takes the sugar away as he eyes the canister again. “Rough day?” she asks in sympathy.
“The worst,” he laments to his friends as he takes a cautious sip and allows his wired body to fully relax into the booth. Two years into his employment, he convinced Gunther to invest in premium roasted coffee sourced from a local shop. It may be too late in the day for coffee and too early for alcohol, but Kurt doesn’t care for social norms today.
A young waitress appears like magic at his side and he takes in another gulp before ordering. “A sunshine omelet with chicken sausage on the side and a Bloody Mary.” He’s been coming to the Spotlight Diner since he worked here as a waiter in college, surviving on tips and random performances on the piano, and their 24-hour brunch menu is hard to resist.
“Oh, that’s right!” Elliott responds. “Rehearsals started today for your new play.”
“They officially started last week,” Kurt corrects, “but fucking Brody pulled out of the role on Thursday.”
“What?”
“It’s been fucking shitstorm since then, let me tell you.”
“He just quit?”
“I’m sure somebody suggested that it might damage his fucking pathetic career playing a gay man with someone who is actually gay. He’s always been a talentless hack and I dreaded trying to pretend to be in love with that creeper. But did he have to do it right before rehearsals started?”
“So have they found a replacement?” Elliott probes.
Kurt nods. “Mhmm. They held emergency auditions this weekend. I had to come in and do test readings with a dozen different men this weekend.”
“The new guy has to be better.” Dani sips her drink.
“Well, yes. I guess. They hired Adam Crawford. You know, my costar from The Boy From Oz. And," he pauses before admitting, "the guy I slept with after the cast party.”
“Oh! The one you ghosted the next morning.” Elliott smirks.
“I didn’t ghost him. I had things to do the next morning.” Kurt clarifies with a frown.
“You didn’t leave a note.” Elliott points out.
“There was no paper.” Kurt protests. “I wasn’t going to rummage through his things.”
“Or respond to his texts.”
“I didn’t know what to say!” Kurt protests.
“Face it, Hummel, you made no attempt to contact him. You ghosted.”
Kurt slumps against the booth. “You’re right. It was rude. And now I have to work with him again. Every day. Ugh.”
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#1
these inconvenient fireworks - chapter 1
Title: these inconvenient fireworks
Fandom: glee
Link: FF.net (T rated version). AO3. Tumblr.
Warnings: None apply.
Rating: Mature to explicit.
Pairings: Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson, very slight Kurt/Adam at the beginning.
Thanks to @snarkyhag, @wowbright, and @slowcookedwriting for their handholding, cheerleading, and betaing of this fic. This fic really did require a village.
Written for the @fandomtrumpshate charity auction for @sunshineoptimismandangels. Completed as part of the @wipbigbang project.
Summary: After an unexpected Tony award, Kurt Hummel is Broadway's hottest up and coming star, which comes with expectations and some admirers that won't take a hint. When his best friend Elliott Gilbert suggests that they pretend to fake-date to get the leeches to back off, Kurt takes him up on the idea. It's all working out great - until Kurt starts to fall hard for dark-haired music director of his latest musical.
Read the first chapter on AO3, the completed (but censored) fic on FF.net, or click below to continue reading on tumblr.
*
Chapter 1
Kurt stalls at the closed door, his hand on the handle, and closes his eyes, listening to the cacophony of the crowd beyond. The cheers had started up in earnest when Harmony had exited just a few minutes before and he basks in the familiar noise, poised to join in.
It’s his last night, the last night that he will get to experience the mixture of lingering adrenaline and utter exhaustion after baring his soul to a rapt audience. He had been a nobody just a couple of years ago — making do as a chorus member and a couple of secondary roles in off-off Broadway shows to pay his rent — when he got his big break in the Broadway revival of The Boy From Oz as Peter Allen. The crowds that lingered at the stage door those early days had been much smaller, but Kurt cherishes the memory of their enthusiasm in his performance and their eagerness in getting his signature on the playbill that displayed his face. He’ll never forget the moment when he stepped out of the subway tunnel in Times Square to be greeted by his laughing face from fifty feet above. More than ten years after escaping Lima and pounding pavement with more rejections than successes, he had made it. Following in the shoes of Hugh Jackman had been intimidating, especially as an unknown actor but, slowly, word about the play trickled out as he channeled Peter’s frustration and growing awareness. The reviews had been glowing, and his surprise win of Leading Actor in a Musical Revival at the Tonys caused a surge in attendance and the number of people lingering at the stage door increased dramatically after that. Kurt now spent nearly an hour each night after the play signing autographs and posing for pictures with fans who clamored for his attention.
Tonight, it comes to an end. The show is closing after an impressive twenty month run and in two weeks time, rehearsals for The Greatest Showman will start: a microcosm of the circle of life as experienced on the Great White Way. Already, the stagehands have started striking the stage, tearing down what has been home for the last two years. Kurt lingered at the end of the stage after the final curtain call, trying to capture all of the senses and memories of this place before it disappeared. He’ll come back tomorrow to clean out his dressing room, but by then, the set will already be gone. Theater doesn’t allow for dithering in one’s nostalgia.
So Kurt centers himself in this moment, breathing in the familiar sights and smells, and then pushes open the door. The cheers and applause are deafening in the warm summer air—loud and overwhelming and just for him. He doesn’t stop the grin that spreads across his face, overwhelmed with emotion, as he holds his hand up for silence. The noise slowly dies down before he projects his voice and addresses the crowd.
“Thanks so much for coming here tonight and supporting my fellow cast and crew who have worked so hard over the last several months bringing this show to life. And thank you, so much, for your support of me. Whether tonight was your first night attending the theater, in which case, I hope I made your first time good—” he winks and swivels his pelvis—a move he has perfected over the last several months of gyrating in tight pants “—or your 100th, in all seriousness and from the bottom of my heart: your love and support has been my motivation. It has meant so much to me to bring Peter alive for you every night. Thank you.”
He presses his hand to his heart, before raising it again. “As you know, it’s our last night. So I hope you ask for a massive sum of money when you put this playbill for sale on eBay.” He winks again and steps forward to those fans straining against the barrier, his bodyguard at his side, a looming shape that quails any threats.
The signing goes quickly—his signature has become a barely decipherable scrawl. He pauses for a few selfies, particularly for the young boys who remind him of himself as a bullied teenager longing for an escape.
“Kurt! Kurt! Over here! Kurt!” He has come to recognize the voices of his more… fervent fans and he suppresses a tiny sigh before grabbing the man’s playbill. Chandler’s been to the play (or at least the stage door line) nearly every night. At first, Kurt had been intensely flattered by the adoration — hearing that he was better than Hugh Jackman never hurts the ego — and he had nearly slipped him his phone number one particularly lonely winter night before his logical brain had wrested back control. The novelty has worn off over the last few months, but he keeps his smile firmly in place. “Hi, hi, thanks for coming.”
“I couldn’t miss your last day!” Chandler chirps. “I brought something for you.” Chandler thrusts him a picture frame containing a photo collage of his playbill photo, surrounded by gold stars and pics of him on stage sliding across the floor in those cursed gold pants, another of him accepting his award on Tonys night and another—Kurt squints.
“Is that me in my cheerleading costume?”
“Yep!” Chandler confirms with a bounce. “YouTube has all of these treasures from your younger years.”
“That’s, uh, great.”
Kurt hands it over to Bruce who examines it grimly, always on the lookout for the bomb threat, Kurt supposes. “Thanks, it’s lovely.” He hands back the signed playbill.
Chandler keeps his arm out. “Will you make it out to me? Just for tonight?”
“Er, sure.”
“It’s C-H-A-N-D-L-E-R.” He spells out his name as he does every night. Kurt suppresses his eye roll. “I’m graduating in a couple of months from NYADA myself and you’ve been such an inspiration, I can’t even tell you. Maybe one day, we’ll be in a musical together. Can you just imagine?” He giggles as he clutches his now signed playbill to him.
“That would be nice,” Kurt replies politely. “Good luck, it’s a tough world out there.”
“I know! But if you made it, there’s hope for us all. Oh, and—” Bruce starts nudging Chandler further back "—look behind the frame. You can call me anytime, really, I—”
Kurt gives a relieved wave and turns back to the thinning group. “Hi! Thanks so much for coming tonight!”
*
“Kurt, might I steal you away from your dashing companion for a moment? There’s someone that I’m dying for you to meet.”
Kurt smiles apologetically at Adam, as June Dolloway tucks her hand under his elbow and drags him away. It’s just as well. Adam Crawford starred as one of the play’s secondary characters and Kurt has had a bit of a crush on his stage romance, as he was a sucker for a British accent. Alas, they shared little in common besides a fondness for British comedies and Adam was unfortunately dull as bricks in a one-on-one conversation. But the wee morning hours and the celebratory champagne freely flowing at the after party has Kurt forgetting why a hookup with a colleague—a gorgeous and interested colleague—would be a bad idea. June’s interruption saves him the awkwardness of morning apologies.
He gives Adam one last glance and turns his attention back to his benefactress. “Whom shall I charm tonight?”
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