26 Days of Klaine

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Muse - secret-klainer

Blaine Anderhummel, of apartment block 12 and door 2B, sat at his desk staring blankly at his laptop screen. Blaine was a well known broadway actor in the play Dear Evan Hansen who, along with his cast mates, had been challenged by the director, Michael Greif, to write a poem or short piece of writing about any subject of their choice. They hadn't been told, but Blaine assumed the reason behind the director's challenge was to get to know his cast better, so there Blaine sat, lost for inspiration and running his fingers through his hair constantly in aggravation.

"Why can't I think of anything?" Blaine exclaimed, throwing his hands down onto either side of his laptop, emitting a dull thud.

Kurt Anderhummel, the loving husband of Blaine and the man best known for his rapid climb to fame in the fashion industry, popped his head around the door, taking one look at his husband and asking, "Everything okay?"

Blaine's head whipped round at the sound of his husband's voice. Despite his annoyance, Blaine couldn't help the smile that lit up his face at the sight of his husband of 6 years. The spark of love may have flickered during the years, but it never left them and now, having conquered everything life had already thrown them, that spark of love was stronger than ever.

"Yeah I'm- no, actually, I'm not fine." Blaine turned back around, pointing a hand at his laptop, "Mike told us to write a poem or short story about any subject of our choice and I'm completely lost. I can't think of a subject or even where to start!"

"Okay." Kurt laughed, stepping fully into the room to approach Blaine and card his fingers gently and soothingly through the man's hair, "Maybe you could start with calming down."

Blaine nodded, taking a deep breath and staring at his laptop screen.

"Now," Kurt spoke again, rubbing Blaine's shoulders, "Where do you normally get inspiration for your songs?"

Now there was the more popular reason for liking Blaine Anderson. His songs were so cleverly pieced together and so emotional. They truly sounded like Blaine was caring about what he sang and wrote and that each song had a significant and special meaning to the actor.

Blaine nodded, a smile forming on his lips as he turned to look at his husband, "I've got it. Thank you so much, Mr. Anderhummel."

"You are very welcome, Mr. Anderhummel." Kurt laughed, leaning down to press a sweet, chaste kiss to Blaine's life's before sauntering out of the room, Blaine turning to watch his hips swaying as he walked away.

Blaine grinned, half tempted to go after Kurt and throw him onto their bed and- no. Blaine shook his head to clear his thoughts. Things like that could wait till after he'd finished his assignment.

He turned back to his laptop, taking another deep breath and placing his hands gently over his laptop's keyboard, taking a moment to think about the opening sentence before starting to type.

All stories start somewhere so I will start mine with the boy. The captivating, intricate, intriguing boy who steadily stole my heart.

🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄

Two days later, Blaine was sat in front of his director who was currently reading everyone's pieces of writing aloud. Of course, he chose Blaine's to read last which left the hazel-eyed actor to squirm in his seat as he waited his turn.

"All stories have a beginning, whether or not they have an end. Mine began when I first met him. It was nothing at first but a wanting for friendship; similarities and common interests."