Kurt glanced up from his notes to see Mr. Suit leaning against his desk with a sly smile.
“I never did catch that name.”
“I—Kurt,” Kurt smiled back. “Kurt Hummel.”
“Andrew van Wolfe.” the businessman smiled. “And that scarf really is very flattering on you.”
“Thank you!” Kurt grinned. “My boyfriend bought it for me.”
“Nice bow tie.”
Blaine looked up from his locker to see one of the football players leaning against the one next to his.
“Scott Harmond,” he smiled, flashing his white teeth.
“Blaine Anderson,” Blaine shook his hand with a smile. “And thanks! My boyfriend made it for me.”
“Boyfriend?” Andrew raised an eyebrow. “Also in fashion?”
“No, he’s a senior in high school,” Kurt smiled, fiddling with his pen. “And he wants to go into musical theater.”
“In the city?”
“Next year,” Kurt grinned, imagining Blaine in his little apartment. It’d be perfect next year. “He’s still back home in Ohio right now.”
“Ah,” Andrew nodded, eyeing Kurt. “So you’re…doing long distance?”
“Yep!” Blaine nodded.
Scott raised an eyebrow. “And how’s that working out for you?”
“Great!” Blaine grinned. “It’s actually been really awesome. I was worried that he’d just sort of forget about me because New York is so big and glamorous and everything, but our relationship is as good as ever.”
“And…” Scott shrugged. “You don’t think that maybe he has someone else on the side?”
“Of course not!” Kurt’s eyes flashed. “It’s Blaine. We’re fine.”
“Well he is a teenage boy,” Andrew shrugged.
“As. Am. I.” Kurt glared. “And I don’t have anyone else. Blaine and I aren’t like that. We’re one of those weird couples that love each other and understand each other and and communicate with each other and don’t see the appeal of others when we’re with each other.”
“Sure sure,” Andrew nodded sympathetically. “Just, if you wanted something else on the side…” He leaned forward.
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And it all clicked in Kurt’s mind. He chuckled, leaning forward. “Oh Andrew… Nothing you could say could tear me away from my guy…”
Blaine rolled his eyes and leaned back against his locker. “Nothing you could do ‘cause I’m stuck like glue to my guy…” He glanced at the latest postcard that Kurt had sent him. “I’m sticking to my guy like a stamp to a letter—”
“—like the birds of a feather,” Kurt smiled at the photo of him and Blaine in the senior commons with Pavarotti. “We stick together. I’m telling you from the start, I can’t be torn apart from my guy.”
Andrew rolled his eyes.
Scott rolled his eyes and subtly flexed his arm.
Blaine nearly laughed. “Nothing you could do could make me untrue to my guy.”
Andrew took out his wallet.
Kurt smirked. “Nothing you could buy could make me tell a lie to my guy.”
Blaine pushed off from his locker, walking down the hall. “I gave my guy my word of honor…”
“…to be faithful,” Kurt shrugged, pushing away from his desk. “And I’m gonna.”
“You best be believing, I won’t be deceiving my guy,” Blaine laughed. “As a matter of opinion I think he’s tops. My opinion is he’s the cream of the crop.” He skipped around the corner, Scott on his heals.
“As a matter of taste to be exact,” Kurt trilled as he picked up a pile of articles to give to his boss. He smiled. “He’s my ideal as a matter of fact.”
Blaine tapped Scott’s still-flexed arms. “No muscle bound man could take my hand from my guy.”
Kurt patted Andrew’s face with a smile. “No handsome face could ever take the place of my guy.”
Blaine smiled at the picture he had of him and Kurt in his wallet. “He may not be a movie star—”
“—but when it comes to being happy,” Kurt sighed at the same picture in his own wallet. “We are. There’s not a man today who could take me away from my guy.”
“There’s not a man today who could take me away from my guy,” Blaine grinned. He turned to Scott. “So yeah, sorry.”
“Definitely not available,” Kurt smiled.