Gossip Glee Girl

Episode 1, Chapter 3

Episode 1, Chapter 3:

"I found his phone. I didn't steal it. Does it look like I'd steal anything? Why would I come to you? I just wanted to know where he is so I could return it to him."

"I'm not at liberty to discuss where he is, Mr. Anderson," the concierge responded cheekily.

Blaine had a plan all worked out. He would wait at the bar until Kurt came home and then 'run into' him and give him back his phone. He had told himself that time would not be an issue, but he had been sitting and watching the door now for over 3 hours. Blaine didn't have the discipline to keep still much longer. He changed his plan and went to the front desk, which had now been holding him up for the past ten minutes vetting his entire life story.

"Can you at least give me a clue if he is coming to the hotel at all tonight?"

The concierge looked around him, making Blaine angrier before she called, "Mr. Hummel!"

Behind him, Kurt had just walked out of the elevator with his sunglasses already on his face even though it was dark and raining. He looked over bored, but came that way anyway.

Blaine couldn't hide anymore, but instead of starting a proper conversation, he stuck out the phone, "Ifoundyourphone."

"What was that?" Kurt asked dumbstruck.

"What Mr. Anderson means to say is that yesterday he claims he was walking by when you dropped your phone. He picked it up and had it in his possession all night," the lady spoke.

"Oh my gosh, thank you!" Kurt beamed, taking the glasses off his face and going in to hug Blaine. Blaine choked in shock. "I thought I lost it. I was seriously dreading having to get another one."

"You—you're welcome," Blaine swallowed properly and got himself together. Thank goodness he was interrupted or else he might have proclaimed his undying love.

"Kurt dear," Carole said. He faced his mother as she approached. "I found an invitation on your dresser for the Night of Neglect, and I knew you had nothing good to wear so I bought you..." she pulled out a sports jacket of tweed gray fabric that Kurt detested. His mother always made bad style choices when it came to buying for him. She beamed.

"Mom, that material is awful. It looks terrible on me. You know I only buy my suits from Burberry and my sport coats from Topman." She deflated and put it away.

"I never get it right for you. I'm sorry," she said self-critically.

"Mom, let me shop for myself. That is why this doesn't go well. I could shop for both of us, but your men's fashion trends just don't work for me," he lowered his voice to lighten the blow. She put up her hands; she'd been here before.

"You are going to that party though, right?"

"No mom, I'm not."

She'd teared up a little by the fashion sting, but this upset her more. "It's Quinn's party!"

"We're getting to know each other again, and I actually have a date tonight... with him," he said grabbing Blaine by the arm and rendering him speechless.

"We do? I mean yes!" Blaine's mind turned on hyperdrive. Kurt was looking at him desperately to make this sound good. "Yes, there's a show in Brooklyn that I am taking him too."

"What's it called?" she asked interestedly.

Blaine froze. Nothing came to mind. "It's one of those littl- known venues with up-and-comers."

The wording wasn't all that great, but it got the point across. She let them be with a squinted eye. When she left, Blaine didn't actually believe there would be any more said between them so he started to walk away, taking a deep breath to fill his lungs that he had been holding in the whole time.