Hey there! I see you've stumbled across my little corner of the internet. I sure do hope I don't disappoint. I'm a recent NYADA graduate and currently struggling to find my place in this new scary world. Currently I reside in New York City and work for my friend at his bar as a waiter. I'm engaged to be married to the one and only Blaine Anderson.
Just an RP blog. I have no affiliation with Glee, Ryan Murphy & Co. or Chris Colfer.
God knows just how well I know that feeling…whenever I get to catch a break I can’t seem to just let go and enjoy doing nothing so we’re seemingly on the same boat there. But hey, that’s awesome! Good luck with the planning.
It’s the worst, isn’t it? Thanks, but first I have to get Blaine on board and give me more than a “that’s fine.” But anyways, you do deserve a break now and then. You do a lot for the bar.
It’s a bit tragic when you finally get a day off and you don’t know how to relax and sit still. Am I really that much of a workaholic? On the upside I can try and hash out more wedding details, I guess.
My shift at the bar is complete for the evening, I’ve shed my outfit and am now cuddle in front of the tv trying to find something trashy to watch so I feel better about my day.
Planning on sharing that couch, Anderson?
[Blaine shook his head a little bit when a blush started to rise to his cheeks. He hated it that Kurt had that sort of power over him.] “I’m not going to bug you about our wedding. I personally know we’re going to get married whenever and when we do it’s going to be the most perfect wedding.” [he paused holding tightly onto Kurt’s hand. It wasn’t something he was going to bug Kurt about, they were still trying to find their footing in New York City, so that wasn’t going to stop them from ever getting married. No matter what may have crossed his mind once or twice.]
"Maybe you should. It would probably actually happen and not keep getting pushed to the wayside." [He did feel bad about it all, selfish even. He made a silent vow to get the wedding finished up sooner rather than later because at this point it wasn’t fair to Blaine to drag it out this long.] "Hey, sit with me. I want to show you what I do have. I know that you trust my judgement, but I do want you to be a part of this too. It’s our wedding, not just mine. come on." [Kurt drug Blaine back over to the bed and then went to get his binders from the shelves, handing them to Blaine. He knew that Blaine was aware of his organization of the pieces, colors then branching out from there and ending with clothes. Leaning back against the headboard, he watched over Blaine’s shoulder as he looked through everything. Blaine may not say anything out loud, but his expressions sure said what he wouldn’t.]
I love seeing you so happy, you know that?
I-yes? I mean I think the constant hugging pretty much blew your cover.
[Blaine hummed in reply and slowly nodded] ”Or out of all of this you’re thinking too much into it. You’re an amazing artist sweetheart and that’s not going to change just because you didn’t get into some stupid show someone was doing.” [It honestly bothered him a little that his fiance didn’t get the same treatment others did, but he was perfect and needed to constantly be reminded of that.] “When I’m a Hummel, no one is going to push me around..Except maybe the Hummels, which I do what any of them say, anyways.”
"You know I can’t help that. I always over think things. That’s probably why I can’t seem to plan our wedding in a timely manner either." [Kurt did honestly feel bad about how long he’d ended up dragging out their engagement. About six months ago he’d gotten Blaine his own engagement ring just as a sign that he was still fully committed to him since he knew Blaine had been having his doubts about this whole situation.] "You’re allowed to bug me about that, you know? It’s your wedding too and I know you hate this waiting. I really do love you, despite how I might act sometimes." [Kurt covered Blaine’s hand with his, running a finger over the ring he’d put on Blaine’s finger not so long ago, sighing. Sometimes Blaine was the only constant thing in his life and he’d been taking him for granted way too often.] "I’m sorry. Just…for everything."
Dinner with the lovely fiance and best friends was exactly what I needed. Now to finish off the night with some sort of movie marathon.
Guess I’m a bit worried I have lost my appeal since not putting myself out there for so long..
I seriously doubt it. Look, I know dating must be scary for someone who’s been in a relationship so long. I know I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if something ever happened between Blaine and I, but you’re never going to get to spread your wings if you don’t give yourself room to fly, you know?
I´m off today, thankfully. I couldn´t do another shift like the one yesterday. So yes, dinner sounds lovely!
Alright, if you grab Blaine I can meet you guys there.
[It kind of hurt to hear that his fiance didn’t think he was going anywhere. He had the talent and the ability, he just wasn’t applying himself to the right places. He knew this and so did Kurt in some way. He needed to do his own thing, not follow his or anyone else’s footsteps] “You’ll make it though, I know you can. It’s not going to happen when you want it, because not everyone can be Rachel, but you know what? You’re Kurt, and it’s going to happen ten fold for you, I can promise you that.” [he said softly, letting out a sigh when he seen that Kurt was walking away. He walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around Kurt’s waist] “Hummels don’t give up, if anyone should know that, you should by now” [He shook his head, resting it to Kurt’s shoulder as he looked out the window with him.]
"I know, but I’m just so tired of putting in everything and getting nothing in return. It’s exhausting, but if I give in any less it feels like I’m not trying hard enough. But there’s the whole what if I’m trying too hard and that shows? It’s just all so complicated." [Kurt sighed, leaning back into Blaine’s arms when he felts them wrap around his middle, a slight smile crossed his face.] "You know, soon enough you’ll be a Hummel too. Think you can handle it?" [He turned his head, pressing a kiss to Blaine’s jaw before turning back out the window. Watching the traffic was like some cruel metaphor for what his mind was going through right now.] "My dad always told me that no one pushes the Hummel’s around, but we see how well that’s gone for me."