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[High School Musical/Glee] time to trust my instincts (Kurt/Ryan)
Title: time to trust my instincts
Fandom: High School Musical/Glee
Length: 287 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: High School Musical/Glee, Ryan Evans/Kurt Hummel, defying gravity
Pairing: Kurt/Ryan
Other: n/a
Excerpt: The stranger was wearing a teal-colored hat that matched his shoes, and he wore a smile almost too big to be real. When the boy smiled, Kurt almost stepped away, because he recognized Jesse in that grin. This other had a showface.
It was the sort of cliche that Kurt Hummel tried to avoid nowadays (he was much too sophisticated for that), but their eyes met across a crowded room, and Kurt knew he had to talk to the other boy. His feet were moving before his mind could protest it. The stranger was wearing a teal-colored hat that matched his shoes, and he wore a smile almost too big to be real. When the boy smiled, Kurt almost stepped away, because he recognized Jesse in that grin. This other had a showface. So where was his real one? Kurt was already tired of the fake people in this fake town. He'd never met so many paperdoll wanna-be stars before he came to New York. He supposed it came with the territory, but he tended to stick with the people he already knew, because of that. That meant that mostly his social options involved Rachel, sadly.
Blaine had hated it. He'd gone back to Ohio after a month, and after another month, he quit calling.
Kurt was standing on his own two feet now, a little surprised at how easy it was to do here. There wasn't anyone shoving him into lockers here, just the back of the choir, and Kurt couldn't -- wouldn't -- stay in the back for long.
He had a feeling that this stranger was here to stand out too, and he had little doubt that it was possible. He wanted to get the other to talk, suddenly, to judge the bright voice against his own.
"Quite the turnout," Kurt said, in a tone that was meant to suggest that he'd seen bigger, and he wasn't at all nervous. The stranger grinned.
"We all seek the honor of being Crowd Member #6," he said. "Ryan Evans, by the way. Haven't seen you around before."
He offered a hand, and his grip was comfortable and perfect. It wasn't until Ryan adjusted his hat, just a bit twitchy, that Kurt saw that he was just as nervous.
"I'm Kurt Hummel," he said, feeling better, knowing in a corner of his mind that he was staring, but unable to help it. Normally he'd frown on wearing teal so far out of season -- so few people could pull it off -- but one of them was standing in front of him. Ryan's clothes might be as well-loved as Kurt's. And Kurt had met plenty of well-dressed gay guys, but none that he'd found so interesting. First there was Blaine, and then there was surviving, and he couldn't imagine the last time he'd had a real date. Friday night Chinese and reality television with Rachel: that was as close as he got.
Someone shouted, voice caring over the group of men muttering over their audition pieces. The casting director's assistant, no doubt, come to line them up in some semblance of order, but Kurt startled at the noise and dropped his sheet music. Ryan leaned down faster and picked it up first. His gaze wandered across the title of the piece.
"Defying Gravity... Good choice. If you have the range, you'll really stand out," he said.
"Of course I do!" Kurt said, automatically offended, but from Ryan's tone it was clear that no offense was met. Instead Ryan lifted his hands in apology.
"I know this girl who's always biting off more than she can chew," he said. "My sister. It's habit, I promise."
Kurt gave him a speculative look. Then he dug around in his messenger bag and grabbed a scrap of paper and a pen. Balancing it on his knee briefly, he wrote down his number.
"Call me if you don't get it," he said, offering the paper to Ryan, who tucked it into his pants pocket.
"What if I do?" Ryan asked, sounding teasing. "Too afraid I'll gloat?"
Kurt fluttered a hand. "No, I'm just a very gracious winner," he answered. Ryan laughed, and it sounded genuine.
"All right. Break a leg," Ryan said, as the frazzled assistant shouted again about forming orderly lines. Kurt and Ryan did so, obediently, not wanting to raise her ire and lower their chances.
"You too," Kurt said, leaning over the shoulder of the boy who'd managed to get into line between them. The nice warm feeling in his chest and throat persisted through his audition, and the casting director lifted his eyebrows in appreciation of Kurt's range.
All in all, it was a pretty good day, and Kurt's phone buzzed in his pocket while he was on the way home. He pulled it out and checked it, but it wasn't a number he recognized.
This way you know who to gloat at if you get my part, the text message said. It had to be Ryan. Kurt allowed himself a small smile.
Two weeks later, both bereft of a part in that small off-Broadway production, they met for coffee, and Kurt left that date still wanting to sing.
Fandom: High School Musical/Glee
Length: 287 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: High School Musical/Glee, Ryan Evans/Kurt Hummel, defying gravity
Pairing: Kurt/Ryan
Other: n/a
Excerpt: The stranger was wearing a teal-colored hat that matched his shoes, and he wore a smile almost too big to be real. When the boy smiled, Kurt almost stepped away, because he recognized Jesse in that grin. This other had a showface.
It was the sort of cliche that Kurt Hummel tried to avoid nowadays (he was much too sophisticated for that), but their eyes met across a crowded room, and Kurt knew he had to talk to the other boy. His feet were moving before his mind could protest it. The stranger was wearing a teal-colored hat that matched his shoes, and he wore a smile almost too big to be real. When the boy smiled, Kurt almost stepped away, because he recognized Jesse in that grin. This other had a showface. So where was his real one? Kurt was already tired of the fake people in this fake town. He'd never met so many paperdoll wanna-be stars before he came to New York. He supposed it came with the territory, but he tended to stick with the people he already knew, because of that. That meant that mostly his social options involved Rachel, sadly.
Blaine had hated it. He'd gone back to Ohio after a month, and after another month, he quit calling.
Kurt was standing on his own two feet now, a little surprised at how easy it was to do here. There wasn't anyone shoving him into lockers here, just the back of the choir, and Kurt couldn't -- wouldn't -- stay in the back for long.
He had a feeling that this stranger was here to stand out too, and he had little doubt that it was possible. He wanted to get the other to talk, suddenly, to judge the bright voice against his own.
"Quite the turnout," Kurt said, in a tone that was meant to suggest that he'd seen bigger, and he wasn't at all nervous. The stranger grinned.
"We all seek the honor of being Crowd Member #6," he said. "Ryan Evans, by the way. Haven't seen you around before."
He offered a hand, and his grip was comfortable and perfect. It wasn't until Ryan adjusted his hat, just a bit twitchy, that Kurt saw that he was just as nervous.
"I'm Kurt Hummel," he said, feeling better, knowing in a corner of his mind that he was staring, but unable to help it. Normally he'd frown on wearing teal so far out of season -- so few people could pull it off -- but one of them was standing in front of him. Ryan's clothes might be as well-loved as Kurt's. And Kurt had met plenty of well-dressed gay guys, but none that he'd found so interesting. First there was Blaine, and then there was surviving, and he couldn't imagine the last time he'd had a real date. Friday night Chinese and reality television with Rachel: that was as close as he got.
Someone shouted, voice caring over the group of men muttering over their audition pieces. The casting director's assistant, no doubt, come to line them up in some semblance of order, but Kurt startled at the noise and dropped his sheet music. Ryan leaned down faster and picked it up first. His gaze wandered across the title of the piece.
"Defying Gravity... Good choice. If you have the range, you'll really stand out," he said.
"Of course I do!" Kurt said, automatically offended, but from Ryan's tone it was clear that no offense was met. Instead Ryan lifted his hands in apology.
"I know this girl who's always biting off more than she can chew," he said. "My sister. It's habit, I promise."
Kurt gave him a speculative look. Then he dug around in his messenger bag and grabbed a scrap of paper and a pen. Balancing it on his knee briefly, he wrote down his number.
"Call me if you don't get it," he said, offering the paper to Ryan, who tucked it into his pants pocket.
"What if I do?" Ryan asked, sounding teasing. "Too afraid I'll gloat?"
Kurt fluttered a hand. "No, I'm just a very gracious winner," he answered. Ryan laughed, and it sounded genuine.
"All right. Break a leg," Ryan said, as the frazzled assistant shouted again about forming orderly lines. Kurt and Ryan did so, obediently, not wanting to raise her ire and lower their chances.
"You too," Kurt said, leaning over the shoulder of the boy who'd managed to get into line between them. The nice warm feeling in his chest and throat persisted through his audition, and the casting director lifted his eyebrows in appreciation of Kurt's range.
All in all, it was a pretty good day, and Kurt's phone buzzed in his pocket while he was on the way home. He pulled it out and checked it, but it wasn't a number he recognized.
This way you know who to gloat at if you get my part, the text message said. It had to be Ryan. Kurt allowed himself a small smile.
Two weeks later, both bereft of a part in that small off-Broadway production, they met for coffee, and Kurt left that date still wanting to sing.