Just a new York conversation || Blaine and Emmett

emmett.

Emmett smiled as he sat back and nodded. “Honey, it’s alright I’ve been doing this a while people deal with nerves differently. I’ve had people who had asked to punch me so it would calm them believe I much prefer your jitters.” He laughed.

“But looks like those are good to go.“Emmett stood up fixing the shorter man’s shirt. "I’m Emmett, pleasure to meet you, sweetheart.”

“They asked you to let them punch you,” Blaine asked with a hint of horror that anyone could be callous enough to think they had the right to ask that of another person in his voice. Yeah, he was nervous. But to outright want to sock someone? That was going to an extreme level of maybe theater shouldn’t be your career option if someone had to go that far. “What did you say to them? God. I can’t imagine.” Laughing at the incredulous way people could be–he let Emmett fix his shirt.

“Please let me buy you a drink or a cup of coffee for all your hard work? I know it isn’t as out there as a fist to the cheek,” he grinned furthering the offer with a bow of his head towards the exit of his dressing room. “The bar here is actually pretty great,” shoulders lifted in a laid-back shrug. In spite of his nerves–now that he was one step closer to opening night and had his clothing in order? A bit of breathing room was easier to find. Plus, Emmett was too sweet to remain a ball of nerves around. Must be a hidden talent of his. “Unless you have somewhere to be? I’m sure there are plenty of things you might have to do around here before the big night.”

Just a new York conversation || Blaine and Emmett

emmett.

Emmett laughed at the other seemed quite jittery. “Oh? So that’s it.” He said looking up from his task to smile at the younger male. “Ah, it’s quite alright, sweety. I just don’t want to accidentally prick you with a pin or any thing.” He told him. “You remind of myself after one too many cosmos.” He giggled as he put in one last stitch and checked his work. “There now is that, better?” He as he admired his own work. Straightening his shirt.

Emmett’s giggle was contagious and Blaine couldn’t stop himself from joining in. Head down–he watched as Emmett did his work and couldn’t help from feeling a little pang of nostalgia in his gut at the sight. A weight threatened to crush his chest if he focused on it too long, so the thoughtful look that pressed his lips together and quieted him down was quickly palmed off his face. Back to all grins and the faint ebbing of a chuckle he drew up from nowhere–before he gasped. “Oh gosh, I’m sorry. I totally ignored your question. See? My mind is all over the place and I’m pretty sure that every thought that goes through it is in song from all the hours we’ve been putting in here,” Blaine was blushing furiously as he tried not to fidget. “Any sort of pin prick that I earn from not being able to stand still is well deserved and I promise not to hold it against you.” Standing straight again as Emmett finished up–Blaine looked at one ankle and the other. “I think it’s perfect. And I’m Blaine, by the way.”

Just a new York conversation || Blaine and Emmett

emmett.

It had been a year since Emmett had arrived in New York at first awestruck by it all he has only been here once but they didn’t get much time to explore as it was more of a rescue mission but now He was there permanently, he worked on costumes helped with the set and really was the director right hand of course in more ways then one.

He was helping one of the cast members with their costumes a younger man. He held pins in his mouth as his hiked up the shorter male’s pants. “Hold up, hun. You’re almost perfect just don’t wiggle to much.” He advised looking up at him. “What was your name?” He asked him.

He made it! Finally made it! The Palace Theatre was abuzz with the oncoming production’s rush for costume changes, last minute lighting redesign and rehearsal after rehearsal until he was sure he wasn’t going to ever stop singing. Not even in his sleep. Today, it was his job to just stand in his dressing room while his costumes were fitted, hemmed and probably had the same done to them repeatedly until they were just right. Boy, he was failing at it.

“I’m trying. Sorry. I regret all the coffee I had this morning and afternoon,” Blaine replied softly with an apologetic wince that turned into a set of wide eyes and waving hands. You know? The brand of ‘oops’ that made him do exactly what Emmett was asking him not to. Wiggle. “I didn’t mean I have to go to the bathroom. I just feel like I might dangle from the ceiling in ten minutes if I keep still.” He was already excited to be trying on the costumes he’d wear on the set of the first show that wasn’t at NYADA. Or an Off-Off Broadway production in a backalley mess of a theatre. Dosing himself with enough caffeine to kill a horse was unnecessary but habits.

auntieemhoneycutt:

Emmett listened to the younger male attentively as he worked on polishing glasses. He knew too well what he was going through he felt it with Drew and now with Ted, it wasn’t a good feeling. He let him talk for a little while before responding. He gave him a sympathetic look. “Well have you try maybe going to him. Sometimes a surprise visit and a lovely gift could help mend things. He suggested or you could make him something that might be more special maybe write him a song.” He suggested as he remembered Blaine’s mention of their connection with music. “ He looked over at him. “Well why don’t I drive you home, hun? It’s getting pretty late.” He offered.

"I’m not sure if that’s a good idea. I mean, he won’t even reply to a text message.” God, he wanted to. Even thought about it. Then his nerves would get the best of him and he’d tell himself it was one of the worst things he could do if he wanted to get Kurt to listen. Knowing him like he did? Every sign said he wanted to be alone. Blaine was doing a so-so job listening because he’d end up not able to think or sleep until he gave it another shot. He was trying so damn hard that he knew it was part of the problem. If he didn’t rein it in? He was only going to push Kurt away further. It just wasn’t in him to give up. Not yet. Home? He wasn’t done yet. Not with a head full of thoughts that the alcohol didn’t succeed in drowning. Some of them really knew how to swim. Emmett was right though. Hours flew by. In hindsight? More of them were spent rambling. Plus side? No hangover. Downside? Still thinking. Relenting with a groan, Blaine slid off his chair and lifted both hands. “Sure.. Thanks, Emmett,” he smiled gratefully, “and thanks for putting up with my problems. You could have told me to shut up. I wouldn’t have blamed you.”

I want to know the truth

meme: kinda maybe love you? kinda maybe don’t
status: accepting!

tag: @auntieemhoneycutt

Blaine sat the bar with his drink in one hand. The other tapped his fake I.D. against the countertop. He knew conversations with bartenders could end up with loose lips saying way more than the person doing the brain dumping should dish out to the poor guy behind the bar only doing his job. He’d like to think that he was above being one of the wine-o’s that his few trips here had him listening to from the sidelines. Nope. Today he was one of them. Emmett was just forced to take the brunt of it. They’d talked before but not like this. Tonight, Emmett was seeing a side of him after half a dozen phone calls went straight to Kurt’s voicemail. He shouldn’t be drinking. That was only going to make it worse. The drink he had was a bad idea. Common sense didn’t matter apparently.

“I don’t know what the truth is. You’re asking me if I’m still in love with someone I never imagined being out of love with. Yes. I know he hates me. I don’t blame him. I just wish there was something I could do but I’m starting to think there isn’t. I guess that’s your answer.”