Character Name: Kurt Hummel
Preferred Ships: Klaine, St. Hummel, Kum, Open to any
Smut & Mature Content? Yes please~
Time Zone: EST
Will you be on often? [Scale of 1-10] Until Thursday, my availability will be “Whenever I can get on”, because I’m finishing up my school year, but after that about 8.5, 9.
Bio after high school:
Kurt’s senior year had been one of the best years of his life. He had the looks, the grades, the position on the Cheerios!, reinstated at the turning of the school year, the solos, and best of all- the boy. With Blaine at his side, Kurt had seen himself as invincible. He could take on any foe.
Except Blaine himself.
When his beloved boyfriend had come to him with tales of swapping spit with Jeremiah, that tramp from the GAP, well. Kurt had been crushed. That admission hurt more than their relationship- it hurt his pride, his mind, his heart. It was a complete blow to his self-esteem, and he would not allow that. So, he broke up with Blaine, who insisted on following Kurt to Wright State.
Kurt majored in musical theater with a minor in fashion design. He tried to skirt around his ex-boyfriend, but Blaine was hard to avoid. He found the dark haired teen around all corners-in half of his classes, down the hall from his dorm, even his room mate sophomore year. It was hard not to fall back into a friendship, no matter how strange and strained it was, with the boy who had stepped on his heart. He tried finding others, but they all seemed to become quickly disinterested in him. There was the boy Carlos, his junior year at Wright, who he had been texting. After asking him out to a club, he had been completely stood up by him. Asshole. He never did see the guy again.
NYU was a god send to Kurt. He could get away from it all- or so he thought. That is, until he found that his shadow would be following him to the Big Apple. Blaine.
He could deal with the older, though. The pair ended up going into an apartment together, and are currently in the same two room abode. Kurt hit the Broadway stage with bang, a surge of desire for countertenors striking the musical scene. He found himself starring as the lead in the new hit Broadway show “My Fear: Intimacy”, playing a character so similar to his high school self. He keeps up with Blaine’s odd hours, and puts up with the other always trying to get into his pants or bed. What are friends for?
Sample Para: (min 3 paras)
[Taken from another rp]
And I’m kind of glad you mentioned it really because, I have something I want to talk to you about.”
Kurt’s stomach clenched as he looked over at Blaine, a rather solemn expression on his face. His swinging slowed, stopping completely when Blaine took hold of the chains. He looked up at the other unsurely before taking his hand, thin fingers wrapping around the other’s automatically as he followed the Warbler. He didn’t want to let him go.
Nothing about this seemed good to Kurt. The deliberate movements of the other, the way he was looking at him, Kurt just wanted to curl up in the dirt and hide. His mind raced through the scenarios- Blaine didn’t like his friends, or maybe he just didn’t like Kurt. He imagined Blaine telling him plainly that he was too forward; he needed to stop following him around like a lovesick puppy. It made him want to get sick. His eyes were full of uncertainty as he looked into Blaine’s unreadable pair. Then there was that little gesture.
The brush of Blaine’s thumb, warm against his pale skin, calmed his frantic nerves. It was like Mercedes brushing his hair away or one of his father’s hugs. He found Blaine’s touch to be soothing and centering, and he allowed himself to focus on the other’s words.
“You’ve always been honest with me. Painfully so.” Kurt swallowed hard, his eyes flicking away from Blaine’s for a moment before the other continued. Admired? He looked back up at Blaine’s face, trying to read what he would say next.
“No— no, I definitely like you. A lot.” And Kurt Hummel’s heart grew three sizes that day. He half expected Ashton Kutcher to jump out of a bush, to tell him that he’d just gotten punk’d and that Blaine was just an actor and this really wasn’t happening. Someone- someone as perfect and handsome and sweet and talented and personable and amazing as Blaine- wanted him, wanted to give this, give him a try. He swallowed hard as he let the other’s final confession soak in, before letting his lips part to speak.
“Blaine,” he said, trying to find the right tone of voice to use. He wanted to sing and dance and throw himself at the older but he was pretty sure that the reaction he felt inside wasn’t entirely appropriate. He squeezed the older teen’s hand, his thumb brushing over the nail of his middle finger as he swallowed, urging himself to continue, to find the words that had been sitting in his heart since Blaine had first come in to his life.
What a perfect place to start.
“I… Honestly don’t know what to say. I keep imagining that you’re going to break character and laugh in my face. Tell me that this is all a joke and you’re not really… Here.” He let the other boy’s hand go, to slide it up his wrist, fingers brushing over the pulse point. He could feel Blaine’s heart thrumming as hard as his own. He watched his hand, silent for a long moment before continuing.
“I would be a liar if I said I haven’t been hoping you would come around to this. I had speeches, dramatic gestures, outfits, impromptu songs planned. I had every little dream moment planned, but reality likes to throw me for loops,” his lips quirked up in a half smile as he looked back up at Blaine’s eyes. “I would be a fool if I turned you down. I like you, Blaine. I like you a lot. You’re one of my best friends, and I trust you with things I could never tell anyone else.” He let this hang in the air for a moment. It was true- completely and totally true. Blaine knew more about the real Kurt Hummel than anyone else in his life.
“I will always have you. I want to be… Us.”