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                    he finds the other boy’s energy contagious, and billy’s smile transformed into a full blown grin. “you’re not scaring me off. believe me, at my old school the drama kids were like ANIMALS. honestly, sweet as sugar until two days before opening night when everyone is trying to push each other down the stairs to get the lead.” he’s kidding. mostly. ( a joke based on a true story, perhaps. and billy thought HE was a drama queen ). billy leaned forward, breaking off a smaller piece of the offered cookie for himself. “i am free tomorrow, as it happens. what should i prepare? is there anything i need to bring? maybe a sketchpad just incase i’m struck with inspiration watching you guys.” his smile grows wider with each thought as they leave his mouth in quick succesion. “ok. fill me in, what is your SHOW so far?” 

Okay!  Great!  He hadn’t just shot himself in the foot by opening his mouth and saying too much to someone he was trying to convince into giving them a shot and helping them out.  They needed his talent and his eye and Kurt was overwhelmed enough as it was.  Speaking of which?  He should probably bring it up that he might’ve gone over his head with this but that was a conversation they could have at another time.  “A sketchpad is a great idea.  Do you have one?  We could take a walk to the art supply store by the Lima Bean after class if you need to?  I could pick you up one as a thank you present?  Then we could get coffee.  Not that I’m trying to bribe you.  I mean it’s a done deal but a thanks would is the polite thing to do.”  Oh!  Right!  Billy probably needed to know what he was even working on first.  “West Side Story.  Think you can work with the era?”  And with that–Blaine popped the last of the cookie into his mouth quirking up both brows for Billy’s thoughts.