This was just stupid. Little Miss Perfect was getting yet another thing that she wanted in life. First Broadway, then the sitcom, and now this. A reality show, following her around as she rejoined the Broadway community. The producers had wanted the meeting in the loft, and the roommates to be there, so here they were. Rachel was spewing crap, Kurt was nodding along like he knew what the hell they were talking about. And she was in the corner with Blaine, trying her hardest not to burst into laughter at every thing that Rachel said.
Her legs sprawled across Blaine’s, their faces matching in contempt and disgust. Laughter swallowed before it could escape and ruin everything for Miss Berry. But it was the producer addressing them, that broke into her thoughts first. Her eyes blinking at his words. They were a cute couple. Her eyes met Blaine’s, and for a moment she was dumbstruck at what he said.
“We’re not..” Her words were cut off by his hand, a shake of his head following. The statement that slipped out next, causing her to swallow hard. “If you want the show to go, those two need to be in it. People love cute, romantic couples.” It was that that stuck with her as the producers left, her gaze locked on them as they disappeared. “Well crap.”
Blaine couldn’t take his eyes off the conversation going on in front of where he and Santana sat on the couch. Fingertips flinched against her leg where they hung on as sort of a reality check. Rachel was in the talks for her own reality show within months of returning to New York and letting her intentions to take Broadway by storm were announced on the theatre circuit. “How does she do this,” words breathed out more than once only loud enough for Santana to hear.
And then it happened. They were a cute couple? Holy crap! The producer was looking right at Santana and him? Blaine’s jaw dropped. Problem was? It locked there for a gasp, choke, sputter. How could this guy who was supposed to be so observant of people think that….they were together?!
Kurt looked like he was about to go unconscious. Rachel gawked at Santana like she was wishing the brunette would shut up and GO WITH IT. Blaine thumbed towards the woman sitting beside him. Finally able to talk, he quickly interjected. “She’s–.. We’re not. We’re–I’m–!!” But they were already leaving and Rachel was chasing them out the door. Immediately–his attention jerked to Santana. “We can’t–. I mean? They’re insane. This is insane..”
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