I think she would need actual cat milk, I hear cow milk can be bad for them. She should be okay for the night. She might meow a lot, so don’t expect to be well rested for tomorrow. But we should try and get some sleep. I have a patient at 7AM tomorrow.
I’ll at least set her up in a little box for the night, complete with a sock blanket and extra cushioning.
You should really rest, sweetie. I can’t have you falling asleep during your appointment, after all.
There are no small roles. No unimportant roles. Every part helps to tell the story. And you bet your cute behind that I will be there, front and center, watching your every move.
Isn’t she the cutest thing ever? I didn’t want to leave her there. I should probably go out to the store and get some formula, though. She can’t be more than two weeks old.
Mm, you’re the best.
She really is. We can both go out to the store tomorrow — it’s way too late right now. I can try to get her a little saucer of milk or something, though, to see if she’ll drink anything.
Of course I’ll come see the show, especially if my gorgeous man is going to be performing. Do I get to know what the play is?
Duly noted, my love. Oh…and speaking of love, I was hoping we could…extend that love a bit? I found something on my way home…
She was buried in the snow, and she looked so cold and I just couldn’t leave her there…
Into the Woods. While I had hoped to land the part of Jack, if only to sing Giants in the Sky, The Baker isn’t too shabby, either.
You — oh my God. Blaine. Blaine!
She’s so cute, oh my gosh. And so, so tiny. We have to keep her. We can’t let her go back out there.
"Almost" quality work? Maybe it needs a little touching up, but I think you’re above "almost", dear. But every day you come just a little bit closer to making your premiere on Broadway, and regardless of the part, there are no small roles. But between us, we both know you’re going to be a star.
You’re silly. I’ll teach you how to let loose a little without grinding the air.
Good. Because I don’t want to belong to anybody else. You are my one and only, now and forever.
When it comes to designs, maybe, but my screenwriting is hardly perfect, Blaine. You’re very sweet for giving me the benefit of the doubt, though, so thank you for that. Speaking of Broadway, though — NYADA is putting up their Spring Musical soon. You’ll come see the show, right?
I’m trusting you with this, Anderson. Though, let it known now that if I get distracted, it’s not my fault, but yours/
I’d like to think the ring on my finger makes that statement pretty clearly, hun.
Well somebody has to have enough faith in you for the both of us, my dear. I know what you’re capable of and so do you, you just need that extra boost of encouragement. You’re more than good enough, and I think we’ve proven again and again just how masculine you really are. Over the years, you’ve developed in so many different ways, and Broadway isn’t going to be able to turn you down. People are always creating new roles, and who’s to say you can’t outshine them all? I mean, if you wanted to, you could blow those actresses of Wicked out of the water.
You could always have a few drinks before heading to class? Ha, no. Don’t do that. But pretend. The next time she asks you to free form dance and let go, try this: close your eyes, and imagine you’re at the club. You’re not drunk, but you’ve had a drink or two, you’re loose, you’re having fun. Dance from that.
Never, Kurt. Not even for Adam Levine.
If only they’d created a gender-swapped version of Wicked, then my problems would be solved. I’ve thought of maybe trying to pen my own roles, too. You know that, while Pip, Pip, Hooray! was extremely rough around the edges, I’m still capable of producing original, almost quality work. Some days are easier than others, I suppose. But, still — thank you. For always being here, and for always knowing what to say. I love you so much, baby.
If I end up doing that, I’ll look like I’m grinding against the air, though. I mean, I’m sure some of the perverts wouldn’t mind, but I’m not exactly ready to put on that kind of show for everyone. We’ll work on it, though, and figure something out.
Mm, good. Because you’re mine. And I’m yours. And that’s that.
Six. Maybe eight. But you’re right, wedding first, and then we can think about kids. Steady careers too. Once your Broadway career is in full swing, then we can talk about adopting. Or surrogacy. Anyways, I think I can help you become a loosey goosey for dance class. Just think of it as how you’d dance with me if we were goofing around. Freeform. Relaxed. Just…fun.
Well you know I have that secret love affair going on with Adam Levine. But other than that, yes, you are my one and only.
I don’t think anyone’s ever had as much faith in me as you do, Blaine. Honestly. I’m always so nervous that I’m not good enough, you know? That I’m too.. feminine, for lack of a better word, and people won’t be able to see beyond that. But you make me feel like I could take over the world if I wanted. And that’s why you’re the absolute best.
Goofing around? You mean when we’re out at clubs and drunk off of fruity concoctions? Because I don’t think I can dance like that in front of my dance instructor.
.. You’re having an affair? :(
I wouldn’t dare get you sick. Not when it could risk that magical voice of yours.
Hm, maybe someday. But not today. And certainly not anybody else’s children. But if you ever decide you want to look around at an orphanage, I can promise you now we won’t be leaving without a child…or six. You’re a great dancer, but I know what you mean. We could always rehearse a little more together if you wanted. I always have time for my favorite fiancè.
What a gentleman.
Six? Goodness. I think we should tackle the wedding, first, before we think about kids. But, that doesn’t mean we can’t talk about it. Because we definitely can. Rehearse? It’s an inspired idea — and I don’t think we’ve actually danced in a while — but mostly, I just have to become more flexible. Miss July said I’m too stiff, and that I need to learn to ‘let go’ or whatever that means. I better be your favorite, mister. And I also better be your only.
I won’t be bringing my germy self home to you, I promise. I was fully cleansed and medicated before I left work.
…Mm. But my day was good. I enjoy spending the day with kids, sick or not. How about you, sweetheart?
Good. Not that I don’t trust you, of course, but I just like to be sure.
I always thought you would. I wouldn’t be shocked if you came home with an armful of them one day. Mine was just fine, though, thank you. Dance classes never get any easier, but what can you do.
A day full of giving shots, weighing babies, and whooping cough, I am ready for a nap myself.
Whooping cough? If you let someone get you sick, Blaine Anderson, I swear.
All that aside, did you have a good day, sweetheart?